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I am high on coffee and positive social interaction.

#Introvert #bookdragonideas

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Being homschooled is like being given the cheat sheet.

Being 18-25 is like playing a video game where you’ve skipped the tutorial and you’re just sort of running about with no idea how anything works

#Homeschool #bookdragonideas

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you know what’s a good feeling? a real good feeling?

when sunbeams do this.

that is all.

#The sherwood forest #There are peaceful places #But Robert doesn't spend a lot of time there #There are ancient things that lurk in the sunbeams #And he has enough to worry about #But Arthur is drawn to these places #So they'll factor in more once he's born #Sherwood

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Reblog and put in the tags if you can crossover one thing with your current hyperfixation, what would it be? (No matter how nonsensical it is).

#Deltora Quest and httyd books #For bonus points throw in more of Cressida Cowell books #I just read deltora quest #And have been rereading httyd #The tones match pretty well #I think it'd be a great crossover

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Of all them... it would actually be the smartest, Ghost.

He doesn't get lost in the sense that he doesn't know where the entrance/pickles are. No, he somehow ends up in the back and everyone just assumes he's an employee. Someone asks him to help unload a truck, and it's three hours before one of the managers realizes he doesn't work there.

Which OC would get lost in the grocery store?

#stories #Ghost Lupine #my writing #my characters #writing #The other ones I can see getting lost is Javari and Stevarina #But they'd panic and get kicked out pretty fast

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Happy Thursday my friends. Today I’m making good on my goal creating more journal-style comics this year. Instagram isn’t a great platform for comics, is it? Unless they are single panel deals like Far Side or Family Circus. Anyway, I’ll be sure to periodically dump batches of these up on my blog for easier reading.

#stories #comics #Ah yes #Expository dialogue #The true reason some things take an unexplainable amount of time

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I have a proposition for how they should do the live action...

#httyd #httyd live action #toothless #eret son of eret

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I recently did this.

I had forgotten about the pun phase.

I... really liked puns.... it's a bit concerning how many of them I could fit into a single sentence.

Also the one WIP where it's literally nothing but nonsense cause I tried to write down a dream I had and turn it into a story.

#writing #writers #writing humor #writing memes #BookDragonIdeas #stories #But it's those old cringe WIP that built my skill and got me to where I am #So I can't find it in me to hate them to much #Even if they are VERY cringe to reread

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Sokka is a brother

His first memory is meeting Katara. A tiny baby, so weak and squishy. Nothing like the Master Waterbender she would someday be.

"She's your sister." His parents tell him with a smile. And he's too young to fully understand that, but somehow the unsaid message rings in his ears. "Yours to protect."

Katara can make water move without touching it. It's fun, until it isnt. The adults worry, and he learns to worry too.

They play in the snow and get into trouble and some days she's his best friend and other days he wishes she was never born.

His father teaches him to fight. To throw a boomerang and hold a spear. He teaches him how to put on the traditional war paint and tells him the reasons and stories behind it.

Sokka is five.

And five is so old, an entire year older than Katara, half a decade. He runs after his father and begs the older men to spar with him. And he loses his first boomerang when he takes it penguin sledding. He watches his sister play with her water magic and promises to always protect her. And then he puts dead fish in her boots. (She deserved it)

He outgrows his Grangrans stories and insists on patrolling the village with his father. Katara calls him stuck up and meanie and they bite and kick each other until their mother catches them. She forces them to stop and to apologize and he doesn't really mean it (yes he does) and they don't get any treats for a week. And that seems such a harsh punishment and they decide they'll work together, if only to steal some treats from Bato. His mother sighs in exasperation, and makes them do extra chores as punishment this time.

Later his father will tell him that he needs to be responsible and do the right thing, even when he's mad.

Later Katara will apologize for real, and he'll tell her a dumb joke in forgiveness and everything will be alright again.

Later they will play together in the fresh snow, all quarrels forgotten.

And then the snow turns black and everyone will know what that means.

Sokka is eight.

And eight is so old. A whole year older than Katara, and he doesn't run to his mother, he runs to his father. Helping to defend the village like all the other men. He can't do much but throw things. But that seems to be enough. And he can hear Katara crying. He doesn't know yet what that means.

Eight is to old to cry. Men don't cry. Why is his father crying?

Where's his mother?

Sokka is nine.

And nine is so old. Nine is older than eight-year-old-Katara, nine is almost a decade. Nine is old enough to hate.

And he does. He hates the Fire Nation for what they took from them. He hates the North for the aid they never sent. He hates the way Grangran still talks of hope and peace, when there is neither. He hates Katara for not running fast enough. He hates his father for crying in the night. He hates himself for not running to his mother, for not being older and stronger, for not actually doing anything that mattered. Bato takes him hunting. He looks at the old ship, frozen in ice, and feels viscous satisfaction. They fought back once. They will fight back again.

Sokka is ten

And ten is so old. An entire decade, an entire year older than Katara. Katara who has been doing laundry and cooking and cleaning their home. Katara who has stepped into the void their mother left. He doesn't hate her anymore. He doesn't hate his father or his Grangrans stories anymore. Sometimes in the dark of night he still hates himself.

He goes fishing with his dad and spars with the older men. He patrols the village and trys to help with building the defenses. He makes dumb jokes and funny faces and sometimes Katara laughs. He loves it when she laughs. He loves it when his dad laughs. He loves it when his Grangran smiles and Bato chuckles. He loves it when his dad tells him he proud of him. Ten is old enough to love.

Sokka is thirteen.

And thirteen is so old. Older than Katara who's still only twelve, old enough to fight back. Old enough to fight.

His father disagrees. He says that his place is here, with his sister, with their tribe. He tells him he's proud and that he trusts and then he sails away.

And so Sokka protects. He builds defenses and tries to train the young boys. He goes fishing and hunting and sometimes Katara comes and sometimes she doesn't. And he still tries to make her laugh but less and less often. And when they fight he apologizes, because it's what his mother would have told him to do.

He goes fishing and Katara comes and she plays with the water and he gets wet. It's always him who gets wet.

An iceberg cracks (thanks Katara) and they find a boy.

Sokka is fifteen.

And fifteen is so old. Older than starstruck fourteen year old Katara, old enough to leave his home to save the Avatar and the world. Old enough to travel across the Earth Kingdom to their northern cousins. Old enough to know when's somethings wrong with this Jet guy. Old enough to get a job for some money (or fish). Old enough to fight their firey followers who chase them across the world.

Fifteen is old enough to protect his sister. And the Avatar. Who isn't just some kid anymore, he's family now, and Sokka will protect him as much as he'll protect Katara. Even if neither of them need him to protect them.

Katara challenges a Master Waterbender to a fight. She doesn't win of course, buts it's a close thing. Far closer than any of the northerners were expecting. Katara can protect herself now. But he'll keep protecting her all the same.

Fifteen is old enough to fall in love.

And fifteen is old enough to watch a girl his own age die.

The moon dies. And is reborn. And suddenly he understands why his father once cried in the night.

And he does what his father did and keeps moving.

They return to the Earth Kingdoms.

He has two little sister now. And neither of them want him to protect them but he keeps protecting them anyways.

They journey to Ba Sing Se. And he finds Suki. He didn't realize they had affected her so much. He's so happy to see her. He wishes she was back at her own home island.

He has to protect her. (She doesn't need his protection) he has to comfort Aang (Katara handles it before he gets the chance) he has to save Toph (Suki dives into the water with less hesitation than a boy raised in the frigid waters of the south)

They have to get an army from the Earth King. But this place is a maze and there's traps around every corner. But it's okay, because they'll find a way to make it work. They'll find a way to win.

They lose.

Sokka is fifteen.

And fifteen is so young. And fifteen is so old. He's older than Katara and Toph and Aang. He's younger than their fiercest enemy and his father and all the soldiers dying in this ancient war. He's old enough to know they need help. A place to rest. A place to be protected instead of protecting.

They modify his invasion plan. Katara is angry at their father. Sokka makes her laugh for the first time in weeks. He's so relieved he almost cries.

Aang wakes up. They spilt up with the rest of the group and head towards the Fire Nation.

Master Piandao teaches him the way of the sword. It's the first thing he's learned that he's been naturally gifted at. (Except for making his siblings laugh and protecting the worlds last hope and thinking up cool team names, but those don't count)

He learns that not every monster is from the Fire Nation, as he comforts his sobbing sister and finally understands the burden her powers can be.

He's horrible at explaining his own plan. Aang doesn't care.

His father is hurt and he takes the lead. They follow his command and all he can think about is his siblings, as his sisters fight and his brother flies.

He falls for Azula's tricks.

The invasion fails and they have to flee. He fails and he has to leave his father and his tribe behind. Again.

Zuko shows up.

Sokka breaks his dad and Suki out of prison. Azula finds them and they split up again. They watch a truly horrible play. And Aang learns firebending.

Aang disappears.

Only days before the comet comes.

They can't find him, but they'll be there to help if he needs it.

Sokka is sixteen.

And sixteen is so old. Sixteen is old enough to lead Toph and Suki as they desperately try to stop the airships. Old enough to fight and to kill. And maybe some will survive, but he steers the airship as they crash into the others. And he pulls the lever that dumps the crew in the ocean. And he looks at Suki and she looks back and he realizes she knows he did himself so that she wouldn't have to. So that Toph, who is only twelve, wouldn't have to.

And sixteen is old enough to hold Tophs hand. As they dangle high above the ground. He throws boomerang and space sword and he makes a joke to help Toph. (She's crying. Toph never cries. Twelve is to old to cry.)

Sixteen is old enough to know what death looks like when it looms over (or under) you.

Sixteen is to young to die.

Suki agrees. Suki comes back and Toph makes a joke about boomerang, and the sky glows and the comet retreats for another hundred years and they won.

They won.

They won! And Zuko is the Firelord. And Aang took Ozai's bending away. And Suki looks absolutely amazing in war paint.

And his father is proud of him.

And his siblings hug him and laugh at his jokes.

And Master Piandao says they could probably remake space sword. And maybe even make a space boomerang as well.

And the world is at peace for the first time in a century.

Sokka is sixteen.

And sixteen is so old. An entire year older than Katara. And he walks with his father and they talk about the future of their tribe. He sits with Suki and she laughs at all his jokes. He plays pranks on Zuko with Aang and pulls scams with Toph. He travels the world with his siblings, basking in the peace they brought. He makes another sword and is given another boomerang. And he wears both wherever they go.

Because he's sixteen. And he fought in the war. And they might have brought peace but there will always be danger. He's the oldest and its his job to protect the others.

Sokka is sixteen.

And he knows with every bone in his body, that he will always protect his siblings and fight alongside them. His siblings are powerful, dangerous, magical, and skilled. But he's their brother. And he'll never stop protecting them.

Becauss Sokka is sixteen. And Sokka is a brother.

#sokka #atla #avatar the last airbender

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So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)

Reblog to increase sample size!

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this matches my experience as well (I'm from the northwest) with some add ons.

You wouldn't refer to them as it, but calling friends 'brother' or 'sister' as a sort of nickname/term of affection.

Children of your parents family friends might also be referred to as cousins, especially if you grow up together.

And your parents long time friends might be considered aunts and uncles, but not always.

But it's also common to verify or explain. Like:

"Oh my cousins, they're actually second cousins of my in-laws. Anyways, me and my cousins were fishing..."

And so on.

Its also common to 'share' grandparent with cousins. Like my cousins grandparents are also my grandparents even if they aren't my parents parents.

So I grew up in kinda the south (Florida, always it's own special case) and the term 'cousin' was only ever used for relatives. It wasn't strictly limited to 'child of a parent's sibling.' Pretty much any relation more distant than immediate family got the title of 'cousin' even if the actual relationship was 'child of your second cousin,' or 'sister-in-law's brother's kid.' But kids of close family friends weren't cousins, even if they were close enough to take vacations together.

That's really cool to hear. I think I grew up with something similar where it didn't matter how distant the relation was, they were just called your "cousin" without all the extraneous info.

It's also interesting to hear about how the same words/terms can be used differently in other parts of the country.

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mine was, of all things, Deltora Quest.

Its good, but I doubt I'll ever rematch it. I'm not the biggest fan of the anime style. And I like the books much better.

It is interesting how they blend styles in Deltora Quest though.

No shade towards this post, I just noticed all the options are more recent animes and there's no love for the oldies. So!

there's gonna be a second poll with more options!

#Deltora Quest #Anime

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i had a joke about orpheus and eurydice but looking back it wasn't a good idea

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Second chick hatched!

We were able to see Walter feeding them, though I did not get a picture of that.

Jasmine is still in exile as the parents settle in.

At least she's out in the yard instead of on top of the cage.

Chicks names are Jackie and Quintin, after the Jupiter Men webcomic.

My protective little pigeon parents! If the eggs are fertile they should hatch sometime in the next week!

#pigeons #birds #bookdragonideas #my birds

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I had an orca.

Actually I had about a dozen orcas. My stuffed animal phase was also my orca/sea life phase.

I liked how fierce and deadly they were and used to tell people about how they would kill Great Whites and eat the tongues of humpback and blue whales. I was a strange small child. (Who loved apex predators)

#stuffed animals #orca whale

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One chick so far!

My protective little pigeon parents! If the eggs are fertile they should hatch sometime in the next week!

#pigeons #birds #bookdragonideas #my birds

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“Grab hold!” Zeph gripped Ghost’s hand tightly as the ground seemed to drop away beneath him. With her other hand she clung tightly to the rope, still tied around the nearest tree. The rope creaked and groaned as the earth continued to shake and the chasm widened. Ghost was scrambling for purchase on the cliff face, but the rocks continued to shift and crumble beneath his feet. Zeph could feel the rope biting into her hand now, and Ghost’s grip was tightening as he began to panic. The wind mellowed for a minute only to pick up again as the whole mountain seemed to tilt. An enormous boulder tumbled down into the yawning chasm only a few feet from them. Zeph met Ghost’s desperate gaze as they both realized that it was only a matter of time before they both fell.

And then, being the stupid self-sacrificing idiot he was, Ghost let go.

“NO!”

Zeph shrieked, as he plummeted down into the gaping abyss. Time seemed frozen as she watched him disappear from sight. She… she could pull herself back now, take the rope from the tree and run, maybe even make it to safety. Or… Zeph let go.

Plunging into the chasm, she felt eerily calm. It felt like time slowed as she twisted into a perfect dive, hands at her side, ready to shoot out to grip the trapeze that wasn’t there. She shot like an arrow into the abyss, faster than the rocks falling around her as she desperately searched for Ghost.

He was limp, twisting and tumbling through the air in a way that was nothing like the graceful movement she was used to. Blood flowed from a long scrape on the side of his head and smaller scrapes and wounds were apparent on his arms and torso. Zeph couldn’t think about that now though, instead she dove for him, grabbing his shoulder and twirling them both so that they fell head first towards the ground.

Using one arm to keep Ghost’s unconscious form steady she unwound the last rope she had from around her stomach. It was hard tying a knot with only one hand, but she managed to get both herself and Ghost tied together with a fair length of rope left. She swiped Ghost’s dagger from his holster and tied the rope around it – twice. Then she threw the dagger with every bit of strength she had left.

It hit a rock formation and slid, slicing through the rocks like butter as it fell along with them. She pulled it back and tried again. It was harder this time, the light was dimming as they fell ever deeper, and she was losing strength fast. With a hollow thunk the knife found its target and sunk deep into the stone, it slid a few feet before jerking to a stop. The rope jerked with it, and Zeph hissed in pain as the rope around her tightened painfully. She dangled there, tied to her unconscious friend and trying to shield both their heads from the falling debris.

The rock shower seemed to be slowing, thankfully. And eventually only the stray pebble or two bounced off her and deeper into the crack. Cautiously looking up, Zeph gasped with the realization that the sun was still almost directly overhead. The fall had felt like forever, and hanging there waiting for the rock shower to stop had seemed to last hours, yet it was clear that only minutes had passed.

Ghost moaned lightly, and for a moment she felt a ray of hope. But he did not wake, and Zeph felt her stomach sink as she realized that he needed medical help. She was in this alone. Staring down she wondered how far the bottom was. Reports had estimated that the crack was miles deep, and looking up she estimated they had fallen about a mile and a half. That… that was a long way to walk, let alone climb. And she had Ghost to carry as well. For a moment her magic called to her and she pondered how easy it would be to just… fly out with flaming wings, if she went slow to make sure she didn’t burn Ghost she could probably get to the top within ten minutes.

But no, her Magic was too unreliable right now to risk it. If her Magic cut out midflight they would both plummet again and this time she would be too tired to save them. She needed to find a place to rest, a small cliff or rocky outcrop where she could get a quick nap and take a look at Ghost’s wounds. He was still bleeding, which wasn’t a good sign.

His Magic should have been healing him right now, especially with all the Darkness around them. If he wasn’t healing that meant his Magic was still acting weird too. They needed to get out of here.

Zeph’s eye caught on a craggy silhouette only a few lengths up from where the dagger had stuck. It would have to do.

Groaning she grabbed the rope, ignoring the pain in her left hand, and began to climb. Hand over hand, Ghost still tied to her, she slowly inched up the rope until she got to where the dagger had sunk into the stone. She set one foot into the slight indent where the dagger had stuck and then carefully set her other foot onto a small little bulge in the rocks right below it. She pulled out her little paring knife and stabbed it into the soft stone. Then she awkwardly reached behind her to grab Ghost’s karambit knife where it was hidden against his ribs. Using the knives to gouge handholds and letting her legs hang whenever she couldn’t find a foothold she slowly pulled herself up on aching arms.

It felt like hours later when she finally clambered onto the outcropping. It was small, but just barely wide enough to lay Ghost down and sit slumped besides him. For a moment Zeph just sat and breathed, staring up at the blue sky, the sun had disappeared from overhead but it was still bright.

.

Zeph blinked awake. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep. Above the sky was turning reds and oranges, slowly getting darker. It was evening. If she wanted to get out she needed to move now. The only other option was to wait until morning. Ghost might not have that long. Zeph felt a pang of guilt at falling asleep without so much as checking on Ghost. But he was still breathing normally and wasn’t bleeding anymore.

His Magic must’ve been working for a little while at least. Because his wounds were partly healed, and his bruises had faded.

Zeph didn’t feel better at all. Even if her Magic had been working while she slept, Fire didn’t heal as well as Darkness did. Zeph couldn’t just heal without a thought like Ghost did. She had to concentrate and even then it left her exhausted. And she could not afford to be exhausted right now. She had to climb.

#Just a bit of my two favorite characters. #They're 17 in this and on the brink of falling in live with each other #To bad Zeph's about to die! #Doomed to Die #Cursed to Live #books #bookdragonideas #stories #writing #Zeph and Ghost and the weight of Destiny #my writing