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haworthiaace · 3 years

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Magic misfits! Did I update the masterpost specifically because of this fic? yes absolutely. A busy day for Scar, featuring TFC and some good ol’ Scar appreciation :]

The start of a new season was always interesting.

While TFC didn’t enjoy having to start from scratch every year or so; having gotten used to the comforts of late season riches, he did love the sheer amount of interaction that came with a new season. TFC was content to hear gossip about the others’ shenanigans while he stuck to what he was best at: mining. Some of the others called it cheating to use his earthbending down in the tunnels, but he called it cheating to be able to shapeshift, or use magic crystals, or any of the other crazy things the other hermits could do, so it evened out.

When he wasn’t down in his mine, TFC watched as all the other hermits scrambled to make the most impressive buildings and contraptions in as little time as possible. Many of his servermates placed more importance on finishing their creations than actually gathering necessities such as tools and armour.

As if to prove this observation, the Boatem village appeared on the other side of the nether portal, populated with structures that were much too large considering it had only been three weeks since they arrived in this world. There was also a… tree? At least that’s what it looked like; a thin oak tree stretching up past the clouds and out of view. Looks like Mumbo and Grian were up to no good already.

“TFC! Up here!” Scar’s voice came from somewhere above TFC’s head, and he looked up to see the wizard (although he no longer wore his robe and hat) standing on a balcony extending from a truly massive wagon, one hand on the railing and the other extended above his head, waving enthusiastically at TFC.

He climbed the ladder up the side of the wagon, entering a sparse storage room. Knowing Scar, he either hadn’t bothered to move in yet or lost all of his things in a cave somewhere. Despite his powerful crystal magic, Scar still managed to die more than any other hermit, so the second option was more likely.

“Well hello there! Welcome to my humble abode, please take a seat.” Scar led TFC to a balcony, where he gestured towards a table and two folding chairs. Scar sat down, crossing his legs and folding his arms in his lap. “So, what brings you to our little village today?”

TFC raised an eyebrow at the question, confusion evident in his voice. “Because you invited me? We were supposed to have tea today.”

Scar jolted in his seat, then proceeded to scramble out of said seat. “I’ll be right back! I have to go… feed Jellie!” This was quite obviously a lie seeing as Jellie hadn’t returned from her between seasons interdimensional travels yet. TFC’s laughter chased Scar into the wagon, where he frantically prepared the tea that he was totally planning on making because he definitely remembered his plans for the day.

After about five minutes of mildly concerning crashing sounds, Scar returned with two steaming mugs of tea (decorated with cat faces, of course) and a plate of chocolate chip cookies - Stress’ recipe if TFC wasn’t mistaken. They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, appreciating the tea and cookies.

“So, how are you holding up this season, Scar?” TFC took a sip of green tea, looking out at the horizon.

“Oh you know, the usual. I don’t have my village anymore, but the magical misfits still come seeking my help.” He brought a cookie to his mouth and bit off half of it. “Not that I mind helping people!” He swallowed his mouthful before continuing. “XB was here last week convinced that he left his coat in season seven, but turns out it just ended up in one of Joe’s boxes.” He chuckled to himself, wiping crumbs off of his jacket as TFC stared at the distant ocean, lost in thought.

TFC broke the silence that had fallen. “You’re a good man, y’know that?” The wizard in question looked at TFC in surprise. He was used to ‘thank you’s, but the personal compliment caught him off guard. “You’ve created a safe space for folks from all sorts of places, and you’ve saved quite a few of them from bad people.”

Scar looked down, smiling at his cup of tea. He spoke quietly, a departure from his usual boisterousness. “Thanks TFC, that means a lot.”

Scar was in the middle of catching TFC up on what he missed from day one when something red and very fast crashed into the balcony. The something in question turned out to be Grian, shimmering wings protruding from his back. Something must have been wrong, since winged hermits tended to refrain from flying early in the season, in the name of fairness.

“Scar we need your- Oh heeey, I didn’t know you had company over!” He leaned on the railing, his urgency replaced with a forced cheerfulness as he (quite obviously) pretended nothing was wrong. What was probably supposed to be an easygoing smile stretched too wide, and his voice was more high pitched than usual. “How’s it goin’?”

Scar, completely oblivious, responded excitedly. “Oh, I was just telling TFC here about our adventure in the geode with Cleo!”

Grian’s uncomfortable smile grew wider, and his eyebrows furrowed. “That sounds great, do you think you’ll be done anytime soon?”

“Oh well, I’m not too sure. It depends on when we finish all of these cookies.”

“Oh that’s just wonderful,” Grian’s wings started to twitch behind him, “did you make those yourself?”

Scar took a breath, preparing for a tangent when TFC cut in, showing the poor fairy some mercy. “Alright Grian, out with it. What’s wrong?” Scar stared at Grian, somehow surprised that this wasn’t a completely ordinary visit.

Grian let out a long sigh. “Thank you so much TFC.” He turned his gaze to Scar. “We need a little help with curse breaking.”

Scar set down his mug and gave Grian his full attention, preparing himself for whatever strange curse one of the fairies had set on some poor hermit. “Really? How are you two cursing people already? It hasn’t even been a month!”

Grian’s tangent was accompanied by wild hand gestures that made it difficult to follow what he was saying. “Well, Pearl came up behind Mumbo and spooked him, he shouted something about not sneaking up on him, and now whenever he turns his back on her she teleports directly in front of him.” Grian looked nervously over his shoulder in the direction of Mumbo’s van. TFC followed his gaze, and burst into laughter again.

Mumbo was standing a few feet away from his campfire, spinning in circles and doubling over in laughter as Pearl kept popping up in front of him.

Scar pushed himself up from his chair, TFC followed suit. The pair headed to the door while Grian flew back down, Scar giving TFC a sort of briefing. “Alright, let’s go figure out what exactly Mumbo did before Pearl starts feeling particularly vengeful.”

It took two hours and a lot of trial and error (with TFC giving supremely unhelpful tips), but eventually Pearl could stand behind Mumbo again. At some point Scar accidentally applied the effect to both Grian and Mumbo, and he had to beg the two not to create a space time anomaly. But it was all fixed now, and TFC was sure Pearl’s revenge would be swift and cruel.

Scar made his way back up to the balcony, and the two continued their conversation. It was a good thing Scar had enchanted his mugs, something he had done back in season seven after his drinks kept getting abandoned and going cold.

After a few hours of peace (other than both Mumbo and Grian’s bases abruptly flipping upside down while the boys were inside), the pair was interrupted again by a voice behind them.

“Howdy, Scar. Oh, and howdy to you as well, TFC!”

Neither of them had heard Joe coming, so Scar jumped about a foot in the air while TFC nearly spat out his tea. It turned out that Cleo was there as well, looking quite a bit angrier than Joe, although that wasn’t too uncommon.

“Oh my goodness, Joe you scared the life out of me!” Scar held a hand to his chest and caught his breath as Cleo got right to business.

“Sorry about that Scar,” her voice was flat, and it was safe to assume that she was not, in fact, sorry about that. “But we have an emergency. It’s completely Joe’s fault, he-”

Joe smoothly stepped in front of his companion as he cut her off, “I wouldn’t say it’s entirely my fault, old magic is a fickle thing-”

Cleo shoved Joe aside, stepping in front once again. “He revived my leg!” She raised a foot off the ground and gestured at it with both hands.

Sure enough, both TFC and Scar looked down to see that Cleo’s right leg was significantly more flesh-coloured than the left, restored to what it presumably once was.

Scar’s lingering panic was instantly replaced by an amused grin as he gestured to the leg in question. “Cleo, why don’t you just get your leg reinfected? It’s not like zombies are hard to come by.”

The pair stood still, just blinking. (Completely in sync, it was eerie)

Cleo rounded on Joe and punched at his shoulder just as he raised a hand to deflect her fist. “How did you not think of that Joe?! I thought you knew everything there was to know about-” She gestured wildly about for a moment. “Everything?!”

“Shouldn’t you be some sort of zombie expert by now? How is that my responsibility?” The argument continued as the pair went back into the wagon and down the ladder. As they walked off, presumably to go find a cave, something occurred to TFC. He cupped his hands around his mouth to yell down at them.

“Cleo!” She turned around. “Don’t use Joe as bait!”

She snapped her finger like a defeated cartoon villain, as Joe turned to face her and presumably gave her grief for this evil plot.

It was only about five minutes after Cleo and Joe left (preceded by twenty minutes of arguing) that the next problem arrived, as it often did, in the form of Zedaph, Impulse, and Tango arriving on the shore of the village. TFC found this odd, seeing as how everyone was now connected by nether portals, but he assumed there would be an explanation shortly, even if it didn’t make a lick of sense.

Impulse shouted up from the ground, the three of them clustered near the front of the wagon. “TFC, we need your help!” Well that was a surprise, not many people asked for his assistance other than Scar. “We made an oopsie and Cleo said we could find you here!”

As every hermit knew, ‘oopsie’ was a versatile word with these three. It could mean anything between making a minor mistake in a build to banishing Impulse for the fifth time. “What happened this time?” TFC stood up and made his way down the ladder, since shouting down at them wasn’t very efficient and they didn’t seem inclined to come up.

Impulse started twisting his hands together while Zedaph and Tango tried their best to look innocent behind him. It didn’t work. “Weeell, Tango wanted a terraforming job done around his base, so we made a little deal for it.”

Oh boy. Not much good came out of magical deals, yet the other hermits continued to make them with each other. Demonic deals were especially tricky since the demon didn’t have precise control over their end of the deal, not that it stopped these three. “Tango offered me his first beacon in exchange for the job, and it turns out that a beacon is worth a lot more than I thought- it’s probably easier if we show you.”

“Quick FYI guys: firsts are very valuable in deals! It applies to you as well Impulse, not just the fae!” Scar called helpfully from his still seated position on the balcony.

They all ended up going over to Tango’s house/ shop, which was literally buried in a mound of dirt and stone, along with about three quarters of Bdubs’ giant moon house. That explains why they didn’t use the nether.

The earth was offended after being touched by demonic magic, but after a long negotiation TFC managed to convince it that Impulse meant no harm, and it was happy to return to its prior state. Tango was mildly annoyed that he would have to do the terraforming himself and give Impulse a beacon, but it was better than the wrath he would have faced from Bdubs.

By the time TFC and Scar returned to the Boatem village, the sun was starting to dip below the horizon. While TFC admired the beauty of it, Scar just looked disappointed.

“I’m sorry.”

TFC raised an eyebrow at the wizard, a frown making its way onto his face. “What do you mean you’re sorry? Did you do something to the tea?”

Despite TFC’s attempted joke, Scar still stared at his perfectly polished shoes. “This was supposed to be a nice relaxing day to catch up, and people were just showing up left and right. I mean, we hardly got to spend any time together! Maybe I shouldn’t invite people over with all this wizard stuff going on.”

“But we did spend time together.” TFC’s rough hand landed on Scar’s shoulder, the latter looking up at the former, startled by the contact.

“Well yeah we had tea for a while but-”

TFC had to cut off Scar’s rambling or he would never get to his point. “Yes we had tea, but I’m talking about the rest of the day.” Scar seemed genuinely confused at this. “I helped you un-curse Pearl,” he did air quotes on the word ‘helped,’ “We watched Joe and Cleo argue together, and you came with us to fix Tango’s house.” Of course he didn’t do much other than laugh at Tango’s misfortune, but it was the thought that counted. “Just ‘cause it didn’t go to plan doesn’t mean I didn’t have a good time.” After all, not much went according to plan on the hermitcraft server.

Now Scar was smiling. “So I didn’t ruin the day with magical misfits?”

“Not at all.” TFC reached for his mug and emptied it one last time, then stretched before heading out. “But now I gotta get going. I don’t like my chances against the mobs with my crappy iron gear.”

Scar waved once more as TFC disappeared into the nether portal. “Goodnight TFC! And thanks again, for everything!”

TFC smiled as he made his way through the nether tunnels back home. Scar did a lot more for the hermits than he realized, allowing them to be free with their magic in a way they couldn’t back home, TFC included. He’d created a home for all sorts of ‘magic misfits’ as Scar put it, and he performed an invaluable service, whether he realized it or not.

He’s a good kid. Just needs some reminding every once in a while.

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft 8 #magic misfits au #tinfoilchef #goodtimeswithscar #grian #mumbo jumbo #pearlescentmoon #joe hills #zombiecleo #tangotek #impulsesv #zedaph #im not too confident on the Emotional bits but #practice makes perfect i suppose #theres a few things i implied here so feel free to ask and clear things up

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13uswntimagines · 4 years

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Good Thing I wasn’t asking (Kelley O’Hara x Reader)

Request: Sequel to Touch Starved. Your Parents show up unexpectedly and Kelley might lose her cool. Just a little bit.

Author’s Note: So there will probably be a part 3 in this series after i get through my request list! Let me know what you think and hit me up with questions or concerns.

You were on a high. A massive high after your win over England in the she believes cup, a win that partially came from your very own hat trick. You still had one more game before you were inevitably crowned the She believes champions, but Kelley felt that your hard work had earned you a reward.

She smiled as you cuddled into her side on the elevator. You were dressed in a pair of her #5 uswnt sweatpants and an old Stanford sweatshirt, a beaney placed firmly on your head. Part of your reward was that you got to go to dinner in daddy’s clothing, and Kelley thought you looked absolutely adorable swimming in her clothes.

“You excited for dinner baby girl?” She asked as the elevator door dinged open, winking at you slightly. You nodded enthusiastically, tucking yourself under Kelley’s arm. You were sure that she had picked something you would like, something that probably resembled a cheeseburger or pizza.

Kelley laughed at your excitement, guiding you towards the front door of the hotel, unable to take her eyes off of your blinding smile. She had an amazing night planned out for you, she was going to completely spoil her baby girl (Both in the bedroom and outside the bedroom).

“Ah finally. We’ve been waiting for you for hours,” The deep voice sent a shiver down your spine, the smile slipping off of your face, your good mood disappearing in an instant. Your father heaved himself off of the lobby sofa with an agitated huff. He pulled his suit jacket straight, his nose scrunching slightly at your closeness to your favorite soccer player.

“And do we really need to have another conversation about acceptable clothing Y/n,” Your mother’s shrill question had you swallowing back a cringe. You glanced down at yourself, you loved this outfit. It made you feel safe and comfy and wrapped you up in Kelley’s amazing scent.

Kelley’s eyes snapped up to meet your parents’ gaze, taking in your father’s far too expensive suit and the gaudy pearls that adorned your mother’s neck.

You straightened your back, and schooled your features, but did not untangle yourself from your girlfriend.

“We didn’t know that you would be here. Why are you here?” You asked formally, blinking at them in shock. You were in Chicago for the tournament but didn’t think that it was important enough to warrant a visit. You had prayed and downplayed it enough to get them to stay as far away as you could get them.

Your father’s face hardened as though he had been challenged, a thick line forming just above his brow. “Seeing as you were in town, we decided to introduce you to another worthy suitor,” He intoned, stepping to the side to reveal a boy who looked to be about your age. He was conveniently handsome you supposed, with dark hair and bright eyes, but you would never ever want him. He couldn’t hold a candle to your girl, and you were about a million percent sure that she could pull off his suit way better than he was. You suppressed your eye-roll, why couldn't your parents understand that you were happy with the woman of your dreams? You felt Kelley tense beside you, and you squeezed her waste comfortingly to reassure her. She had no competition here.

“um, we’ve talked about this. I’m already in a happy relationship and I don’t need your assistance,” You said carefully but sternly, tilting your head to the taller woman in your arms. You didn’t want to start a fight, but you refused to let them walk all over your girlfriend. Your mother’s lip twitched in disdain, and your father's face hardened.

“Ah, Kelley will you be joining us for dinner?” Your mother asked, sickly sweet. It was the tone she used when she was annoyed but didn’t want anyone to know. The one she used when someone she deemed to be beneath her was interrupting her plans. You opened your mouth to challenge the implication, but your very beautiful girlfriend spoke for you.

“Actually, we already had plans, but perhaps we could go out to eat another night,” You stated, smiling tightly at your parents. The last thing you wanted to do right now was deal with your parents, and if you could avoid it, you really wanted to.

“Nonsense. We’re free and David is free. Y/n will go change into something presentable and we will be off,” Your father said dismissively with a wave of his hand. Kelley opened her mouth to protest but was again cut off by your soft squeeze of her side.

She finally tore her eyes off of your uninvited parents to glance in your direction. Her eyebrows furrowed when she took in your defeated expression and the way you seemed to sink into yourself, a complete 180 to the exuberant mood you had been in mere moments before. Why did they think they had the right to just barge in and destroy your plans? Who gave them the right?

Your eyes were firmly locked in the ground as you nodded lightly. It was just easier to agree and avoid an argument. Kelley hated how you were always giving in to them to gain their approval.

“I’ll be down in a few,” You mumbled sadly, kissing Kelley’s cheek and untangling yourself from the woman. She held onto your hand for a second longer, squeezing your fingers to reassure you that she wasn’t mad, and trying to get a good read on you. You smiled sadly at her, it seemed that your reward would have to wait.

“No more than 5 minutes young lady,” Your father called after you, as you hurried towards the elevator. You didn’t want to know what he would do if he decided you were wasting his time. It was as though he didn’t even care he had unconvinced you and forced you to change your plans. He watched you go with irritation. What he was irritated with, Kelley didn’t know, but he always seemed to be wearing a frown around you.

“And wear something presentable for David,” Your mother added with a huff, grumbling about your lack of fashion sense under her breath. Kelley rolled her eyes, you looked amazing in whatever you wore, whether it was a floor-length gown or one of her old t-shirts. You were gorgeous inside and out. She just wished they could see that.

*****

“Look, I know this is uncomfortable and I just wanted to apologize. They didn’t tell me that she was in a committed relationship,” The suitor said quietly, sitting down next to Kelley on the hotel lobby couch. Your parents had commandeered the bar area, and she wanted to be as far away from them as she could be.

Hence why she was sitting on this fucking couch, her knee bouncing, staring at the poor boy whose name she didn’t care enough to remember like he had grown three heads.

“Excuse me?” She asked exasperatedly. The boy smiled lightly, his kind eyes meeting hers. He wanted to be here just about as much as she did.

“They never said that the girl they wanted me to meet was in a relationship and I apologize that they are ignorant enough to try and break whatever you to have up,” He said. Kelley nodded at him, returning his smile.

“Thank you, David,” she murmured, and he shook his head as if to say that the thanks weren’t needed. He had seen your smile and the way you leaned naturally into her touch. The way she had kept her arm around you as if she was grounding you. Whatever the two of you had was incredibly special, and he wasn’t about to try and break that up.

“I’ll try and run as much interference as I can. She didn’t exactly look happy to see them,” David laughed, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably, and Kelley felt her lips tick up. He didn’t seem like a bad kid, just a poor soul that got mixed up in your family’s bullshit.

“No, she wasn’t,” Kelley nodded, turning towards the elevator when it let out its telltale ding. Her breath left her, her train of thought screeching to a halt when you stepped out. A loud laugh sounded from beside her, but all her attention was on you. You looked fucking hot in that little black dress. Just so… delicious.

You blushed under Kelley’s hungry gaze, well not really Kelly’s. Daddy’s hungry gaze was probably more accurate.

“Hm, better than that monstrosity you were wearing before, but still not up to par. You really should consider going on that diet I sent you dear,” Your mother appraised you, the tension between you and Kelley evaporating into thin air.

Kelley frowned. You were one of the top athletes in the world, and your abs could rival those of Hope Solos. You had one of the strictest diets of the team, and Kelley was always trying to get you to relax a little.

“Ready to go?” You asked, sending your mother a tight smile. Kelley took that as her cue to grab your hand and link your arms, placing a very sweet kiss on your cheek. You leaned into her, allowing her strong frame to ground you, to support you, because God knew you needed it.

“You look amazing as always my love,” She whispered in your ear, placing a very short kiss on the skin just below it.

“You’ve already made us miss our reservation with your lackadaisical attitude. I will not let more frivolous behavior hinder us again” Your father glared at the two of you, his agitation clear. You cleared your throat, and Kelley straightened.

Complementing you was never a waist. She would take absolutely every opportunity she had to make you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Spending that extra second to make you feel good was worth missing even the most important reservations in the world.

*****

Kelley was going to die or kill someone before this meal was over. You hated overly fancy restaurants (like why the fuck would you waste 70$ on a plate of subpar food?), yet here you were munching on a much too expensive salad (Kelley knew how much you despised uncooked green vegetables and lettuce) while your father basically took a cheese grater to you accomplishments, ambitions and love life. So yes Kelley was not pretty sure that she wasn’t going to make it through this dinner.

“I don’t know when you’re going to come to your senses and realize that your soccer ambitions don’t provide adequate financial support,” Your father said seriously, pointing his steak covered fork in your direction.

“Yes, and David has a very secure position in our firm. He could more than easily provide you with a satisfactory lifestyle,” Your mother added, smiling at the boy who was looking increasingly uncomfortable at your parents' attempts to set you up with him. Kelley released a low huff, opening her mouth as if to respond. You placed your hand on Kelley’s knee, and her mouth clicked closed.

“I can assure you that our income is more than sufficient to accommodate our lifestyle,” You said, taking a bite of your very sucky salad. Between your world cup winnings and the numerous sponsorships you had acquired, you weren’t doing half bad for yourselves. You sure as hell didn’t need David’s income.

Your father stiffened, glancing up from his meal to glare in your direction.

“I think you had a slip of the tongue,” He growled, unhappy that you were embarrassing him in front of one of his employees. You sent him a confused glance, tilting your head to the side unsure of what he was talking about.

“You indicated a shared lifestyle and income base dear,” Your mother smiled fakely at you, laughing at what you assumed was your empty-headedness.

“I know. It wasn’t a mistake. Kelley and I are in love. We live together. We share a life together,” You ground out, setting your fork down, and leaning forward. You didn’t understand why they didn’t get that you were very serious about Kelley.

“Love is for children,” Your father spat, taking a far too large bite of his disgustingly expensive steak. “And when this honeymoon phase runs out, you will be very sorry that you have spent so much time wallowing with this… woman. Sharing her bed like a common whore,” Your father finished. Your grip on Kelley’s leg tightened in an attempt to hold back the very obvious and angry thoughts trickling through your head. How could they be so close-minded? How could they not see that you were finally happy and respect that?

The silence at the table was defining and heavy, while you and Kelley sat in stunned silence. Your parents continued their meal, completely oblivious to the weight that settled on your half of the table.

“Um, I think I’m going to go to the bathroom for a moment,” You mumbled, folding your napkin in a hurry and moving to stand from the table. You needed a second to compose yourself. A second to sort through your emotions so you could continue this dinner with a level head. So you could smother the overwhelming urge to punch your father in the face.

“I’ll go with you,” Kelley said, also moving to stand, but you shook your head. You knew that Kelley- Daddy could make everything better. She would wrap you up in her arms, and you would be safe to break down, to give into the sea of emotions crashing over you. You didn’t want to do that. You needed to maintain control.

“No, I just-... I’ll be back in a minute,” You stuttered, rushing off to the bathroom before the tears could fall. Kelley worriedly watched you go, a frown settling on her face. You rarely ever pushed her away like this. She turned back towards your parents, her lips a thin line. If you wouldn’t stick up for yourself, then she was going to do it for you, her protective instincts coming out in full force, and the very heavy ring settled in her pocket spurring her forward.

“It’s sad, you know?” She hummed, taking a bite, and drawing your parents’ attention for the first time of the evening. Your father quirked an eyebrow at her as if daring her to continue. The last time they had met ended badly, and she was sure that this was headed in that direction.

“That you are so blinded by your pride and arrogance that you can’t see Y/n’s accomplishments and the amazing life she had created for herself. Without your help,” Kelley said seriously, maintaining eye contact with your father. He sighed, finally setting down his fork and leaned back in his chair, schooling his features as if he was in a negotiation with a lawyer he didn’t like.

“I suppose you’re talking about her agreement to enter into a fling type relationship with you?” Your mother scoffed, all pretenses of kindness evaporating.

“No. Not at all,” Kelley shook her head, ignoring the accusation that she was only using you for sex. Your father’s eyebrow ticked up in interest, and she took that as her cue to continue. “Y/n is one of the best soccer players in the world. She was the Fifa player of the year, holds the record for most goals in both a season and a single game, as well as a world cup champion. She scored the winning goal against the Netherlands,” Kelley listed off, resisting the urge to yell at the people across from her like she wanted to. Your parents didn’t respond like normal humans. The only way to get through to them was to present it like a business deal.

“Her career will be short-lived, much like your relationship. What happens when she gets injured, or a newer younger player comes in and shows the world what a subpar athlete she really is?” Your father questioned, unwilling to relinquish his stance that you needed a real job. Kelley sighed. She wasn’t one to follow traditions, but maybe telling your parents about her plans would get them off your back about marrying a man.

“First, Y/n works her ass off to be the best, and that makes the difference. Secondly, I would stand by her no matter what her ability to play was, and thirdly, I don’t know what else we have to do to show you that our relationship is far from short term,” She ground out, beginning to lose her patience with the people across from her. David seemed to have shrunk as far as he could in his seat, wishing he was anywhere else.

“This is just a stubborn phase for Y/n. You are just a phase,” Your mother snorted, a vindictive smile playing on her lips. Frankly, your girlfriend was tired of them minimizing your 4-year relationship, and she was about to blow their minds. She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the velvet box that was the key to your futures.

“This isn’t a phase, trust me. I’m going to make your daughter my wife,” Kelley said loudly, placing the box on the table. Your parents froze, their eyes glued to the small object. They had ruined her proposal plans, so she had a very hard time feeling sorry for ruining their dinner.

Your mother slowly reached out and opened the box, a gasp leaving her lips when she saw the mesmerizing ring Kelley had chosen for you. Kelley grabbed the box and returned it to her pocket so you didn’t see it until she intended for you too.

“I do not give you my consent or my blessing to marry my daughter,” Your father said, his voice shaking in what Kelley assumed was anger. She smirked at the man, standing from her seat.

“Good thing I wasn’t asking,” She spat as she stalked off towards the bathroom to collect you. She wasn’t going to let you sit through another moment of this abysmal night. Hopefully, she could salvage the rest of it. She had a very good girl to reward if she remembered correctly.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #kelley o'hara x reader #kelley o'hara imagine

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fireopal-tash · 4 years

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First of all, an explanation about certain words that I will use: - things like 'daughters', 'mother' and 'sisters' is not in the sense of family, but of creation, superiority in a more friendly way, and closeness.

After all, gems have no family. Not until Steven. It is a simple connection that has no words, that's why I use those. If it bothers you, my apologies. You can change the words for others, if that is what you prefer.

Also, as always, sorry if there are mistakes ^w^'

Chapter 5: Era 0

It was a warm and bright morning when Steven Universe was woken up by a commotion below. Still a bit sleepy, but worried about what might have happened, Steven ran down the stairs, almost hitting the wall. He didn't notice anything out of the ordinary at first, until he saw smoke coming from the kitchen. He headed there, somewhat amused by what he saw. Amethyst, Pearl, and Spinel were covered in bread dough, flour, and... something he guessed was cream. The smoke was coming from the oven, apparently.

"What are you doing?" He asked, holding back his laughter. The gems looked at him somewhat embarrassed. Well, Amethyst seemed to be having fun more than anything, and Pearl seemed worried, trying to get rid of the smoke. Spinel, however, looked at the ground with a really red face.

"I... I just wanted to make you the brakefat" she mumbled, trying to explain.

"Don't you mean 'breakfast'?" the purple gem snickered, one hand over her mouth. She couldn't resist, really. That pink gem was very... cartoonish. And funny.

"Ha ha ha" Spinel mocked her, annoyed by the other's attitude "It was your fault it ended up like this. You told me to..." Their discussion stopped short when they heard Steven's free laugh. When was the last time he laughed like that? None of them remembered. And the heart-shaped gem was very captivated. Amethyst snickered again at the sight of Spinel's face, which brought her out of that state.

"S-shut up!" she complained, he cheeks flushed. Ame laughed again.

"Ok, ok. I'll stop now." she got off the counter, brushed off the food scraps and headed in front of Spinel "To make it up to you, how about I take you to the funniest place in all Beach City?"

That invitation was... very tempting, she had to admit. And Spinel smiled enthusiastically, forgetting the disaster that surrounded them.

"Now, Amethyst? Really?" Pearl pointed at the mess, almost hoping they would understand her. She knew better than that tho.

"I don't see what's the problem. Spinel still needs a tour of the city" the purple shrugged, completely unconcerned.

"Amethyst!" Pearl yelled annoyed.

Spinel, once clean, approached Steven, arm in arm, watching the scene in front of them. It was funnier than her misfortune on her first attempt at cooking.

"We better get going, before Pearl makes us clean everything up too" Steven whispered, walking in the direction of the door.

"Wait! Steven...!" Amethyst yelled running after them, ignoring Pearl, who kept talking about how irresponsible she was. Ah, the old days...

It didn't take long for the three of them to get to the Big Donut. After running part of the way, of course. Breathing somewhat ragged, Steven looked at Amethyst.

"Amethyst, why, ah, this sudden interest in being a guide?" He asked somewhat curious, still catching his breath.

"Eh, no reason. Someone has to do it" she replied absently.

Noticing how the smaller gem got all of Spinel's attention, Steven snorted, somewhat irritated. He could be a guide too. He had done it many other times, after all, hadn't he?

"Hey Ame-" He was interrupted again by the purple who made a loud exclamation as she pointed to another place, managing to capture Spinel's attention even more.

Steven grunted. The purple gem kept walking, showing and pointing at everything in their path, Spinel behind her as she looked at Steven with concern. It hadn't escaped her attention how very dejected the boy looked. The brunet's good humor seemed to have vanished the moment Amethyst had offered to accompany them.

"Spinel, look over there!" Amy exclaimed again, pointing to one of the buildings there. They were in Little Homeworld now "There are the gems I mentioned earlier. Come on"

Steven hadn't realized, until now, that she had been talking about other gems, or that they had arrived at Little Homeworld. They both approached the center, Amethyst calling out to said gems, while Steven lagged behind. Today nothing was going well. It was too early for this. He sighed, his hands fisted in his pockets. He did not want anyone to see him in that state. And it was ridiculous, to be honest. There was no reason to be upset. He should be happy for Spinel.

"Lapis! Peri! Bis!" she called again. The three mentioned gems appeared shortly after, Bismuth carrying a heavy weight on one of her shoulders.

"Hey Amethyst!" The smallest gem greeted, being caught by one of the arms of the purple gem "Stop it!" she complained, managing to get rid of it "You know how much I hate when you mess with my hair"

"Heh. Whatever you say dwarf" she stuck out her tongue. Peridot hid behind Bismuth, her cheeks puffed out.

"And who is this gem?" Lapis Lazuli asked, noticing the pink one.

Spinel looked away, seeming to be looking for something, or someone, before approaching Steven and wrapping her arm with his. She was feeling nervous again.

"It's okay" Steven reassured her, and turned his attention to the blue gem, at whom he smiled "Lapis, this is Spinel. She is new, and today she is here to learn a little about our planet, right?" He looked back at Spinel. Spinel nodded, implying that it was true.

"Nice to meet you, Spinel. I am Lapis, Lapis Lazuli. The dwarf gem is Peridot. And the gigantic gem over there is Bismuth.

"Diamonds are bigger" Spinel commented on impulse.

Well it was true. Bismuth was small compared to the matriarchs. Lapis snorted, especially when she saw the shocked faces of her companions.

"I like this gem~"

Spinel beamed at her accomplishment. Even if that was not her intention. She wasn't as rusted as she had originally believed. Steven was an exception.

The rest of the day they took a detour. The gems were telling stories, taking again all Spinel's attention. Amethyst was the one in front of the entire group, leading animatedly. Steven stayed behind once more, noticing how Spinel was acclimatizing. Soon she wasn't going to need him... It was Bismuth who noticed this, heading back, until she was next to Steven.

"Hey, buddy? What's wrong?"

"Bismuth?" he was surprised to see her there. He shook his head and with a forced smiled said "it's nothing"

The multicolored gem frowned, not believing him at all. It was clear that the hybrid was upset about something.

"Come on, tell Aunt Bis what's wrong?" she insisted.

The boy sighed again, knowing that the other was not going to give up. His gaze fell on Spinel, who was talking to Lapis, as she showed her one of the trees. Spinel seemed amazed.

"It's just that I thought I could help her" referring to the gem with two pigtails.

"I don't see the problem, it seems to me that you're already helping her"

"That's what it looks like, isn't it? But I didn't do anything. The others are the ones helping her. Showing her everything. Telling her everything she needs to know. And I don't know how..." he complained hands in his hair.

"Steven. You, better than anyone, know that you cannot pressure others to do what you want, even if your intentions are good" she admonished him.

The hybrid was embarrassed to notice that this was what he had been doing.

"Besides, isn't it your presence that makes her feel so relax around us? If you look closely, you will notice that you do more than you think. Give yourself more credit, Steven. You deserve it. "

She patted him on the shoulder, before returning to Lapis's side, changing the subject, noticing Peridot and Amethyst were about to start an argument.

"I guess you're right..." Steven whispered, relieved.

(In Beach City)

It didn't take Pearl long to clean up the mess in the kitchen, plus Garnet was waiting for her on top of the portal, so she didn't have time to lose.

Today they were going to visit the diamonds. Cleaning helped her with her nervousness.

"Pearl, we don't have all day," Fusion reminded her patiently. She didn't want to go either, but it was for Steven's good.

"Yes. Of course. You're right, Garnet" the pale gem sighed, before putting away her cleaning supplies. Better to get this over with as soon as possible.

They both immediately traveled to Homeworld, appearing in front of the gigantic thrones. The diamonds were nowhere to be seen.

"Well, here we are. How do we do this, Garnet?" Pearl asked, her hands entwining between them. She still didn't like the place, tho this was her first home.

"We have to find the Diamonds. Or the pearls. They will know where to find the Diamonds" replied the fusion calmly, noticing the room full of other gems.

"Right, come on then!" exclaimed the other nervously. The fusion followed her, preferring to keep quiet. Some things never really change, do they?

They had been walking from hall to hall for at least half an hour trying to find someone who could help them before finding that someone.

"Blue Pearl..." Pearl whispered. The last time they saw each other, not counting what happened two years ago, was shortly after the war began.

The blue pearl seemed to have a good hearing, because she turned in their direction, her hands clasped as they usually are. She tilted her head slightly, before speaking.

"Blue Diamond is busy with a meeting with Yellow Diamond" she said, intuiting in part the reason why two of the members of the Crystal Gems were present.

"Ah...! Yeah? T-then we'll go talk to White Diamond" replied Pearl nervously but almost challenging.

"Wait" Garnet looked closely at Blue Pearl "Maybe you can help us" she finally decided.

"Me?" she said softly.

"Garnet?" Pearl questioned her friend.

"I'm curious. I've heard of a very interesting story about the first Era" she lied easily "and I would like to know more about it"

A few seconds passed, before Blue Pearl decided to give them an answer. By way of following them, because all she did was walk in another direction. The palest gem had her doubts, but trusted her friend's judgment. They spent some time going through the corridors, before reaching their objective. Pearl gasped, immediately recognizing the place. The Great Library about Gems and their History. She believed her entry had been forbidden before she was created. She must have said that outloud, because Blue Pearl replied with a:

"It was reopened recently. It has been several millennia since I was last here..." her dreamy gaze under her bangs was positioned over the other Pearl "Something you never could" Pearl felt irritation bloom inside her. She knew she was teasing her, even if neither her tone of voice, nor her words, showed it.

"Right. That's why I'm here" she admitted with difficulty. The hand on her back made her feel better. At least she had someone's support "Come on, Garnet"

In Homeworld, things like night and day didn't exist. There was always light, albeit artificial. The library that Pearl and Garnet were in was no different from the rest of the planet. It was huge, cold, and empty, apart from the few gems, and many, many files. All in the form of a somewhat old and difficult to read writings - more by the method of recording such information than by the language itself. Time didn't seem to pass.

"We've been here for many hours, I think, Garnet. And we haven't found anything! Are you sure this is the right place? It would be quicker to ask the diamonds." Pearl kept complaining. If she was on Earth, she would have been excited about this research. But she was too uncomfortable.

"No. This is the place. Here we will find our answers. If at some point the Diamonds give us information, we can contrast it with what we find here."

"But the Diamonds were the ones who created this place. They are the ones who have lived the history of the gems since the beginning. Or at least White did." the last thing was mumbled, a little unsure.

"Mmm"

The two kept silent, still searching through the sea of information, their patience wearing thin.

"Aha! Here! I found it!" Pearl exclaimed with a shout of joy. At last! "Let me see..."

The pale gem began to read aloud:

"Entry XXXXX - 6

This writing is a testimony of the times. ERA 0.

Thousands of years ago, the Guardians were created, formed by the great authority, White Diamond. The Great Creator, that's what they called her in those days.

This was an opportunity, a new community, created from the power of The Great Creator. Our Queen, in her benevolence, gave each gem created from her light her own gems, and thus create great cities and discovered more worlds. A whole colony. The First of many others.

Tourmaline. Tanzanite. Moissanite. These were the three great Guardians. The first gems created by The Great Star. Powerful as they were, they weren't perfect. They made mistakes, being punished by The Great Creator, turned into permanent statues to maintain their eternal vigilance over the entrances of each new world. What did their 'daughters' do to receive such a destiny, you ask? Breaking the only law that existed during the Era 0: The separation of two Gem Mates.

Shortly after another law was created: Vindicta.

[ Gem Mates are gems that are made to be together forever. Made to be understood. Made to never feel alone. Their bodies of light, their music, everything in them is in sync. Much more than a fusion could ever be. They call it: The Final Union. If for some reason a GemMate is destroyed or is too far from its half, its lights will fade, agonisingly slowly. Some take longer, others turn off suddenly. There are records of these events in entry XXXXVI - 19 ]

Tourmaline was jealous of the closeness between Tanzanite and Moissanite, her sisters. They were both Gemmates, so it wasn't a surprise. But, as the story goes, Tourmaline was madly 'in love' - that's what she called it, that feeling - Painful but the most wonderful thing she had ever felt.

One day, she saw them together sharing their light. Fusion. That moment of intimacy was what made her act impulsively, pulling out her sledgehammer - a weapon that was created to protect, not to destroy - and take down one of her sisters. Tanzanite. When the Guardian came back to herself, The Great Creator was present. Moissanite, hurt by the loss, asked for one last wish to her Queen, before she herself ceased to exist. Their wish was granted with the idea that they would give up, or lose the will to commit such a crime. Such was her mistake...

The fighting was fierce and devastating. All the gems present were watching from a distance, shouting, asking for the tragedy to stop. They had never seen anything so devastating as the fight and separation of their Guardians. They asked for mercy. White Diamond granted their wish. She had had enough.

"For having broken the universal law, for separating what should never have been separated, and for the use of the Vindicta, I condemn you to an eternity as statues" said this, the Great Authority threw a powerful light, turning their companions in what today are known as statues, objects of admiration; and soon after, historic art walls were created to never forget what happened.

Some time later, perhaps due to the loss of her daughters, The Queen created two more gems. Blue and Yellow Diamond. The New Authority. Welcome to Era 1.

End of Entry

White Sapphire, the Queen's Clairvoyant "

That was all. It was not the only entry on this same topic, but the first of many others. Apparently they were going to spend a lot more time in the Great Library about Gems and their History than they thought.

They both looked at each other with a triumphant smile. At least now they had knew where to start.

What did you think of my entry? I have my own version of the Gems history, something that will be part of my Fic.

It will not be 100% well done, sure, but I hope you find it interesting, and you like it~ xP

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what are your thoughts on the old guard movie!

Hello lovely anon! You've caught me on a lazy Sunday where I've done nothing but vacuum, do laundry, and drink a lot of Aperol mixed with various other liquids. Most of them gin. So I have an enthusiastic answer for you. I wish I was better at Analysis and could give you a more meaningful answer but instead you're going to get my feelings and excitement. But whatever.

The short answer is: I really enjoyed it! I like action films and I like supernatural elements and I like Charlize Theron. So it was very good to me.

The longer answer is: all that PLUS the fact that it felt wildly refreshing to have a ‘cynical old warrior finds new faith in the dark and cruel world by training a bright young talent’ story that revolved around two women, and also I’m always into Greg Rucka heroines so really I never had a chance against this story. I’d not read the comics beforehand (I’ve fallen off the comics bandwagon for the past couple years but this was a nice reminder that hey! I should get back up to date because there’s some really good stuff out there) so when I saw a couple gifsets floating around tumblr I didn’t realise it even was Greg Rucka- then I saw the opening credits and immediately had to pause and look up the details. I’m currently living quite a distance away from my very well-stocked public library and am also what they call,,eeuuuh,,, poor, so in order to read the comics I [redacted] but I will say that I did put my eyeballs on them and found them extremely good. A lot of the changes between the comic and the film I thought were well-chosen- particularly the choice to make Merrick a Pharma Bro in the ilk of Martin Shkreli rather than the tattooed vaguely-muscled dude he is in the original- it read as being a lot more relevant. The movie hit the beat of a pseudo 'for the greater good.....but actually money' villain that I KNEW (netflix notwithstanding...do //they// know??) that I enjoyed in a big way.

Also in terms of the comic- the comedic gold of Andy saying that the invention of sports bras is evidence for humanity being worth saving. Full agree.

So the source material is highly enjoyable. In general I'm a fan of the sort of ~dark age of comics~ stuff that is in fact quietly optimistic about the worth of humanity (call it a sign of the times, but I'm currently quite burned out on nihilism. Is it because I'm genuinely feeling quite nihilistic about everything, particularly at the moment? Maybe so!)

I'm also a massive sucker for historical AUs so giving me a canon where historical AUs aren't AUs at all but are in fact FACT is absolute catnip. I'm currently being murdered to death by the twin powers of work and the Terror Big Bang but once I've flung myself over those hurdles I'm going to jump head-first into the worst kind of self-indulgent history fic. Can't wait!

The story itself I also found really tight. Was it the most original thing I've ever seen in my life? No. But what is, anyways? I've seen some criticism that it was fairly predictable, which I can understand, but which I don't see as an entirely negative thing. Sometimes you're in the mood for a tropey tale. And this scratched that itch perfectly.

Honestly the only plot point I take umbrage with is Andy becoming mortal-for-good (apparently), but really just mostly because 'depowered' is a long-time least-favourite trope of mine. I thought the way it was handled in the film was quite good, actually- the whole scene with the pharmacist! Andy trying to figure what the heck she needs to patch herself up because she's never had to do it before! What is a band-aid! Very good. But the trope will just irk me incessantly so I can't get over it as quickly as all that. But otherwise every beat hit me riiight in the id. Found family, immortality, let's not-get-exploited-by-big-business, been-through-the-wringer kind of stuff: gaahhh. I also looooooooooved everyone's interactions with each other. Catch me crying in the club about the way Andy was so concerned about Booker coming back after he got half-blown up during the raid on the church. CATCH ME FLINGING MYSELF OUT OF THE WINDOW OF MY REMOTE WIZARD'S TOWER ABOUT THE WAY JOE NEEDED NICKY TO BE OKAY IN THE VAN SEQUENCE. There's a limited number of people in the world who could possibly understand what is it to go through this! So they gotta stick together! Even after Booker’s betrayal, he’s still a part of that group and they work with him! It makes his judgement so harsh, as well. Particularly since he's already the most susceptible of the bunch. Joe and Nicky have each other, and Andy's been through actual hell and forced herself to deal with it, but Booker's already borderline unable to handle the pain of his own condition. And so his punishment of isolation is basically the worst thing they could have given him. Oof. (I dig it.)

Also I've for sure rambled about this to friends before- movies NEED to realise that the sure-fire way to make me ship a heterosexual relationship is to Drop Hints but not actually show anything concrete, hence I think Andy/Booker is a gr9 ship. Andy in general is my little black dress for this canon. Andy/Booker, Andy/Nile, Andy/QuYNH??????? THANKS I'LL TAKE THE LOT. The airplane fight sequence would have been a sexual awakening if I hadn't already been so awakened by Keira Knightley pretending to drop the pirate medallion overboard circa 2003. (I'm required by boat-funkin lesbian contract to mention Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl in everything I do. Sorry.)

This is all disconnected garble with no deeper meaning whatsoever, but that's sort of my thing these days, so I'm at peace with it. Anyways. In conclusion, I'm rewatching the movie with some friends in about 15 minutes, so yeah, I liked it. <3333333333

#the old guard #also sprach sabina #in the morning i'll be irritated that this is the only reply i could give but heyyyyyyyyyyyyooo #Anonymous

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Pride Month 1/3[BONUS]

Pride Month is here! How would the Cephero celebrate it?

Author’s Note : All of this is ENTIRELY NON-CANON. I’m still working on my writing skills. Thank You and Enjoy, hopefully.

“Wake up, guys! It’s the first day of June. Smell the fresh air of rainbows!” Fior shouted as she smacked pans to pans, causing ruckus in Cephero Household. Erek chuckled as he mixing through salad dressings. The first two people who appeared crashed down the staircase.

“Fior, it’s freaking six in the morning!” Hachi screeched as he glared at their tiny girlfriend. Tres grumbled underneath him, making Hachi quickly removed himself from her. Erek quickly grabbed the first-aid kit after he finished making the salad. Luckily, the injuries on both of them are not severe at all.

“If I got a sprain during target practise, you would get your ass whoop, Fior,” the menacing squid threatened before kissing the smug inkling on the forehead. Erek sighed dreamily as he pulled their boyfriend up. Hachi squinted a little bit between Erek and Fior.

“What’s with those ink colours?” he asked as he never seen three colours fused in the same tentacles. Pink, purple and dark blue. Those ink colours are swimming around their tentacles in order. He only knew that he can have another colour on the tip if he have an intense make-out but definitely not this.

“They represents bisexualities, Chi~. We teach you after breakfast if you are interested.” Sei answered from the upper veranda. Huit is right behind him, brushing her teeth. She looked at him curiously like her twin brother did. Sei had three colours in his tentacles too, but it’s pink, yellow and light blue instead. He winked at Huit before jumping down in his squid form.

~~~~~~~~~~

They went to the Square after they ate their breakfast. The octoling twin, even Tres, were amazed of the tentacles displays around them. The people are displaying more than one ink colour. Octolings are either amazed or tried to learn from their inkling friends.

When they make sure no one is watching them. They quickly morphed into their squid/octo form and went into the manhole. They arrived at Octo Canyon to see the Squid Sisters and Off The Hook, laughing and gossiping. Dedf1sh is feeding one of her pigeons. One thing is noticeable, all of them have three or more ink colours. Pearl and Marina have many shades of pink and red; Callie have pink, green and blue; Marie and Dedf1sh have green, yellow, orange and black.

Callie spotted them first, grinning as she wave at them enthusiastically. The others noticing them too. “AGENT THREES, FOURS AND EIGHTS! HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!”

Erek and Callie hugged each other tightly; Fior went inside the cabin to help feed the pigeons; Tres is having a staring contest with Marie unconsciously. Hachi and Huit are gawking at their mother figures’ tentacles. Different shades of pink and red are another level of awesomeness. The tall squid chuckled at them before comedically pushed their jaws up, “Guys, manners.”

“But, Sei~! Marina and Pearl look so cool with their colours. What do they represent?” Huit questioned before gazing at them again. Pearl smirked, “They represent lesbian, yo! It means girls who love girls only!” This make the twins disappointed, Hachi because he’s a boy and Huit because she love her boyfriends too. Marina realised this before adding after Pearl, “Don’t worry, you guys can still make shades of your own pride too! People won’t mind. When I celebrate my first Pride Month, the lesbian crowds still partying with me even though I only got one shade of pink and red.”The twins were smiling widely as they glanced at each other, high five along the way.

Marie finished her staring contest before remarking, “Although I understand that octolings are still learning, but why didn’t you change into your pride, Tres? Did you forgot your pride colours?” A typical situation if you knew Agent F3 well.

Tres grimaced, “I don’t know what to identified myself with. Besides, I’m pretty sure there’s nothing to describe my pride anyways.” She took out the Hero Blaster from the Ammo Knights Enhancifier and start her target practice with some new dummies Sheldon had upgraded. Marie sighed a bit, “Are you bisexual?”

“No. I don’t really think gender is that important.”

“Pansexual?”

“I thought so at first but seeing how Sei acts around, especially night time... Nah.”

“Hm, don’t care about gender yet no sexual desires...”

“Yep. The internet said something about sickness so I figure it’s that way, Marie.”

“What about asexual? It’s a term for people who feel like they don’t need to have sex to prove their love or something.”

Tres stopped before looking at Marie with her eyes glinted. “...there’s a term?”

~~~~~~~~~~

Agent 8s and F3 are sitting on the floor, facing Marie as she took out some big piece of paper and stick it on the wall. “Okay, agents. Pride Month is basically a month where we celebrate our sexualities and gender identities. Cal, go haywire with your colouring. Any question before we start?”

Huit raised her hands, “Is it necessary to have pride colours?”

“Nope, it’s not necessary. Pride Month officially started around fifty years after the Great Turf War. It started off with rainbow colours to represent gay, boys who love boys only. Then, as Pride Month started to get popular, the government officials decided to help identifying and creating more colour patterns with the citizen. It took 10 years but they were satisfied about the results, like this.” Marie finished as she twirled around her tentacles.

Hachi raised next, “How do you do those ink colour fusion? Does it hurt?”

Marie pondered for a while, “We would help you with fusion later, M8. Ink fusion is a hard trick that only discovered twenty years ago by some drag queens. It would take a while to master the technique but it doesn’t affect you or so whatever. So, it doesn’t hurt. Your colours would switch back to proper ink if you entered the Deca Tower though.”

The twins raised together in unison, “How Pride Month came to exist?”

“Before the term ‘Pride’ exist, even before the Great Turf War, people who feel confused of their feelings are being set to arranged marriage. People who being found to date the same gender were... punished heavily. Few years after the Great Turf War, the population were low in numbers, especially inklings. To start populate the country, the government decided to pass a law and force the citizens to make babies. It last for at least 30 years before the queers decided to protest against this law. Citizens got shotted by the corrupted government officials. Pride Month then came exist to celebrate LGBT+ and honour the people who died during the protest.”

The octoling twins, including Marina and Dedf1sh, were shocked at hearing this information. Guess Inkopolis have their own dark history. As there are no more questions to be answered, she nodded to her cousin.

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“Okay, agents!” Callie shouted as she pointed to the paper where it’s full of colours and labels, “Today we are going to learn the basic LGBT+ terms and their colours!” The octoling twins are fidgeting around excitedly to figure out which one is for them. The orange inkling girl just smiled a bit as she found a colour pattern which label as ‘Asexual/Ace’.

“First of all,” Callie pointed at the rainbow pattern, “this represents gay, as Marie said, boys who love boys only. It’s also the first colour pattern to be created that led to an official Pride Month.”

“This, on the other hand, represents lesbian. Like Off the Hook! Before this colour pattern exist, the lesbians use the rainbow colour patterns. Due to some conflict, the lesbian colours were created since gay are terms for, you know, boys.”

“That pattern represents bisexual, like Fior and Erek. It means they love male and female equally. And that pattern represents pansexual, like Sei. It means he love you no matter what gender you are, even if you are genderless!”

“This pattern here represents transgender. Means that people wanted to be the opposite gender. Most reasons for this is mainly they are not comfortable of their current gender.”

“This pattern over here is polysexual, like me! It’s almost the same as pansexual but the difference is that I don’t really love all genders. Not really. I love multiple genders but not all!”

“I ran out of Sharpies so I’m gonna drag Ahato into this! This ink colours right here represents aromantic. It means they didn't think it’s necessary to be in a relationship. They prefer to be alone for the rest of their life. Am I right?” she glanced at her cousin and sanitised friend, who nodded in confirmation.

“And finally, the asexual colour pattern! This came out official 12 years ago so most people, not all, know about this but they are valid too! They are usually people who didn't think it’s necessary to commit sexual acts in a relationship.”

“Oh, of course! People who only love opposite genders exist too! Most of them would participate because they want to hang out with their queer friends. The rest of them usually take a break from Turf sports since they somehow don’t know where to fit in but they support us either way!”

The information is overflowing for the three of them but hey, they learned something new!

~~~~~~~~~~

“I think I am between polysexual and pansexual, brother. What am I going to do?” Huit whimpered as she tried to choose between one. Hachi patted her back pitifully, since he had chosen pansexual. Tres had already chose one and started her ‘training’, as she stated, with Sei.

“Well, sis, I wish I got more time but,” he sighed as he looked over to Fior who is tapping her feet impatiently, “she’s been doing that for a while. Why don’t you let an expert to help you with?”

Huit pouted before playfully shooed her brother off as Erek came up to her. “So... need help?”

“Yes, I’m very confused on whether I’m polysexual or pansexual. Brother choose his sexuality on the spot and here I am... I’m... confused.” Huit cried as she glanced between the two colour patterns. Erek smile gently, “It’s okay to be confused, Huit. This takes a lot of time. Look, one of my friend thought she’s unusual until she realised she’s an aromantic. She’s 38 back then. Why don’t you mixed those colours up or switch it back and forth?”

Huit brightened up quickly. “Well, what are we waiting? Teach me how to do stuff like that!” The soft boy chuckled as he switch back to his blue ink colour.

~~~~~~~~~~

“In order to mixed those colours up, you gotta rest your mind. The clearer the mind, the better your concentration is, Hachi.”

“After we done that, Tres, think of the colours in front of you. It’s not that complicated to make that face, girl.”

“As soon as you memorised the colours, think of it as your own ink colours! Don’t be upset if you only managed to get fused for a while. I said it’s a great progress!”

“Okay, this... um... okay. Hachi, you and your smartass, you learn way too quickly!”

“Tres... I know it’s hard for you to clear your mind but... it’s not really threatening if you keep pouting like that.”

“Okay! We are definitely doing good, for starters. You managed to get two colours to fuse in your first try!”

“You are lucky you are so damn cute, Hachi. Be glad because you embarrassed me. Don’t octo party on me!”

“Why the heck is your tentacle bloody red? You supposed to- GAH! Stop punching my stomach!”

“Great job, Huit! You deserve something good for this. Crusty Meals’ on me.”

~~~~~~~~~~

It took 5 days but they finally managed to put their Pride colours. Now, they are finally going to participate some Pride Month celebration. Inkopolis Square are decorated colourfully with LGBT flags and people setting out their foods and drinks to sell. Sei looked at his group of lovers before speaking out proudly, “As we finally have our little training done, we can have some fun now. Since this is almost end of the first week, we can only enjoy some party before the real fun start.”

“Real fun?” Tres muttered out distrustfully. Erek quickly noticed her tone before reassured her, “It’s mainly some activities that only occurred in Pride Month. It’s like League but with people invent some games to let us play and earn points! Usually it’s the group of winners from the previous Pride Month activities gets to create the game.”

“And last year, us three and the Squid Sister won so we get to create a game. Don’t get your hopes high because we ain’t telling,” Fior smirked before drinking some Creamy Chocolate Milk. Tres shrugged it off and dragged Erek to a fruit salad stall.

Suddenly, someone with a creepy clown mask came up to the octoling twins and whispered, “Kids, do you want some balloons?” The twins screamed loudly before realising that person is laughing uncontrollably. They calmed down a bit before that person took off their mask.

“Pearl! Why do you have to do that? To us!” Hachi shrieked but Pearl took no notice about that. “Just gotta scare my favourite pair of twins, kiddos. Anyways, heard of the Pride Games yet?”

#Splatoon #My Splatoon Story #Agent 96 #Agent 3 #Agent 4 #Agent 8 #draculainpurple #My OCs

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Sayuri and Zu at a Bad Mover (for tortoisesforhire)

“Two for An Earthbender’s Revenge, please,” he said, shoving his glasses up his nose, patting at his various pockets, searching for his wallet.

“Or maybe we should get two and a half.” Sayuri patted at her noticeable baby bump. “Although to be fair little Dumpling here would only be able to hear it, not see it.”

The woman selling the tickets snapped her gum apathetically. “How many did you want?”

“Er, just two are fine.” Hmmm. He was running out of pockets. “Didn’t I bring my wallet?”

“Oh, I picked your pocket when we were getting out of the car.” She produced it from one of her own pockets. “You know what QiQi says, practice makes perfect.” She beamed at him.

“I never felt it!” He beamed back. “You are getting better!”

“Is someone going to pay for the tickets?” The ticket seller frowned.

“Right, right, of course.” He fished out some yuan and handed it over, taking the tickets in return, holding his arm out for Sayuri. She was normally graceful and light on her feet but had begun to totter a bit this far into her pregnancy, her balance just slightly off. She’d stumbled on the way into dinner a few nights prior and his father-in-law had immediately put forth his opinion that she should henceforth stay off of her feet, an opinion which Sayuri most vociferously did not agree with. She was already disgruntled about being forbidden any of her noxious chemicals in her workshop, but it was Meili who had put down her elegant foot over that one. Sayuri, he’d come to learn very early on, simply didn’t hear whatever it was she didn’t want to hear; taking after her royal father that way. But even she backed down when Meili made a decision. People might think that it was his eldest sister-in-law that was the most intimidating; she was, after all, a warrior, one of the greatest firebenders alive, the wife of the Crown Prince of the Fire Nation, not the beautiful and serene waterbender healer Meili.

They’d be wrong on that one. So very, very wrong.

He queued up at the snack bar while she first went to use the toilet and then inside to get them seats, remembering her bubble tea, going back and forth between sizzle crisps and miniature mochis before purchasing both. It wasn’t hard to find her once inside; she was very particular about where she sat, needing it to be exactly the proper distance away from the screen and not too close to any of the walls or else she’d spend the entire mover fretting and squirming. Not to mention her hair was out in force, barely held back by a waterbender clasp that he believed she had somehow gotten from Sitiak. Spirits knew how; she could have stolen it or simply asked for it, anything was possible, really, when it came to his wife.

He loved her so very much that sometimes he’d lay in their bed, in the entire suite her royal father had renovated for them on the third floor, marveling at how lucky he was. It was like someone had reached into his head and found the perfect woman and had brought her out, idea made flesh, into his amazing Sayuri.

“My bubble tea!” She reached out her hands, delighted, and immediately popped the straw into her mouth.

“I got us both sizzle crisps and mochis.” He removed her book from his seat, tucking it into the satchel he'd brought with him, before sitting down. “And Cork provided me with some snacks from home, as well.”

“Yes, very good,” she said. Meili had taken them all aside at the beginning of the pregnancy and told them to feed Sayuri whatever she’d eat, whenever possible. She was naturally thin as it was and, when she’d get caught up into something, prone to forgetting to eat if not forcibly reminded. They’d all gotten into it; Grandfather LoLo and Cork whipping up dishes they knew she liked in the kitchen, Grandmother Lin imperiously ordering her back into the house for meals, both his father-in-law and his royal father-in-law in turns cajoling and commanding her to eat. His mother-in-law would take her hands into theirs, kiss Sayuri’s knuckles, and in that quiet way of theirs say, Baby, the baby needs to eat now.

The somewhat unfortunate result of all of the extra food was that he’d also put on a little weight as well, his trousers getting tighter and tighter until he’d finally admitted to himself that he’d better update his wardrobe. He’d tried on his new clothes for her and asked her, joking, if she wouldn’t be happier with someone who looked more like her devastatingly handsome sandbender brother-in-law. She had watched him for what seemed an incalculably long time before reaching out to put her fingers across his mouth. My Zu, she had whispered, and then, to his shock, tears had began to drip down her cheeks. His Sayuri, who always laughed rather than cried! How could you even say it? she’d whispered, wrapping herself tightly around him, her belly pressing into his, the baby giving a kick hard enough for him to feel. My Zu. My own precious, perfect, perfect, perfect, portly Zu.

The lights started to dim down and he leaned over. “What is the mover about anyhow?” He’d never been very good with keeping up with whatever was current. She turned and kissed him, the thick straw from her drink scraping at his cheek.

“I haven’t the foggiest, but Pearl saw it and told me we couldn’t miss it.”

He adjusted his glasses as he settled back into the seat, absently taking a bite from one of the mochis before handing it to her. The mover scrolled across the screen, the setting a typical Earth Kingdom farm, or at least he thought so. He’d never actually been to an Earth Kingdom farm. There was the virile earthbending farmer, swaggering about the barn and his beautiful young wife, dressed in an improbably stylish dress and heels.

“Nice dress for a farmer’s wife,” Sayuri murmured at him. “Does she go out in the fields in those shoes?”

“Not unless she wanted to break her ankles,” he muttered in return.

“Shhh!” admonished someone from behind them. Sayuri, as per usual, ignored them.

“Maybe she has servants,” Sayuri snickered. “Maybe he just bends her along so she doesn’t have to walk anywhere.”

“Do you mind?” The man was leaning forward, glaring.

“Oh, not at all,” she replied, with a sunny smile and he bit his cheek to hold back his laughter. “Mochi? They aren’t as good as the ones from home, of course, but they aren’t that bad.” She held one out.

“I don’t...just be quiet!” The man’s eyes were starting to bulge out.

“Very rude, my gracious,” Sayuri said with a sad little shake of her head, turning back to the screen. “I vote the wife will be dead in five minutes, at the very most.”

The wife was dead in two minutes; killed by some very ruthless Dai Li agents, employing some very odd looking things that looked like large foam fists, poorly painted, that they quite literally threw at people.

“Honestly,” Sayuri tsked. “That’s not at all what rock gloves look like. And they’d most likely use their rock shoes to get up those walls, after all.”

“SHHH!”

“I once asked one of the Dai Li to capture me with one of his rock gloves to see what it felt like but Daddy found out and put the kibosh on it.”

“That sounds like your father.” He handed her a dumpling from the box in his bag, which she popped into her mouth.

“Well, no worries, QiQi let him, just not where Daddy could see. It wasn’t like he was going to actually squish me, he was very gentle. But my gracious, Papa found out and shouted at QiQi for hours, the impropriety of a Hou-Ting getting grabbed by a rock glove, you know how he is.”

“Really! And they put up with that?”

“Oh goodness no, QiQi just sucked on their teeth and then went for a very long drive. But Papa kept going on and on about it until GrandLin told him to zip it before she zipped him.” She took a deep suck of her bubble tea. “It was an excellent fourteenth birthday, all things considered.”

“Will you shut up!”

“Speaking of someone who could use a glove fist...oh Zu, do we have any more dumplings?”

“Of course.” He handed her another one. They watched for a time in silence as the grief-stricken earthbender swore his revenge on the King, fighting off dastardly Dai Li at every turn.

“He’s killed twenty-seven Dai Li so far,” he told her, finishing off the last of the mochis. “And he’s not even a Beifong.”

“Imagine how many he could have killed if he had been a Beifong!”

“Scads!”

“Hordes!”

“SHUT UP!”

It was a completely ridiculous mover; at one point the earthbender, waving his arms and randomly stomping his feet, swirled a single small rock in excruciatingly slow motion above his head as the Dai Li stood about, waiting for his attack, which improbably killed all six of them when it finally hit them, knocking them all down despite the fact that it only hit one of them. Several people booed enthusiastically and a man a few rows below them got up with a snort and left, shaking his head. “Couldn’t even hire an actual earthbender,” he grumbled as he left.

“It’s worse than watching Uncle Bo trying to be a waterbender,” Sayuri said happily.

“Oh! There goes what’s left of his shirt!” He scrutinized the actor. “Not as good looking as Ping, though.”

“No one’s as good looking as Ping.” She grabbed at his hand. “I swear I saw Meili discreetly checking him out the other day, you know, when he and Tupilek were sparring in the backyard?”

“You never did!”

“I did! I swear I did!”

“Naoki, I’d believe, but Meili?”

“Oh, Naoki, she’d just up and whistle at him with his shirt off, you know she has no manners.”

“You know who else has no manners? YOU!”

Sayuri turned around slowly in her seat, hand pressed to her chest. “My gracious,” she said, in her very best I am terribly put out by your shocking behavior tone and he clapped his hand to his mouth to stifle his laughter.

The scene cut away to what looked suspiciously like the throne room at the Little Ba Sing Se Fashion Mall, stuffed to the gills with what most likely was meant to look like opulent pieces but looked rather like a fairly seedy secondhand shop instead. A short man, darker of skin with spectacles, extraordinarily puffy hair that was clearly a wig and long, heavy robes, sat upon the rather small, albeit ornate throne. A Dai Li agent ran into the scene. Your Imperial Majesty, Hou-Ting, he cried, before kow-towing, and Sayuri let out a shriek of joy.

“Oh! It’s Papa!”

He couldn’t help himself, he started to laugh. “This is the best thing I’ve ever seen!”

I am the wise and venerable Hou-Ting, ruthless leader of the Earth Kingdom, the King on-screen proclaimed, throwing out a hand. Rise and report, minion.

“MINION!” Sayuri choked out, nearly doubled over with laughter. “MINION!”

“But why the wig?” he asked, wiping tears out of his eyes.

“It’s the humidity,” she explained, pointing to her own hair, setting the both of them off again.

Several exoticly dressed men and women entered, clustering about the throne. My royal concubines, the King announced, and Sayuri dropped what was left of her bubble tea on the floor.

“Your father finally got some concubines,” he managed to wheeze out as they clutched each other, trying to breathe.

“I am going to get the manager!” the man behind them roared, but they were well beyond that, simply trying to breathe. It didn’t help that next up was a bear, lumbering into the throne room and that was it, Sayuri nearly slid to the floor.

“I can’t, I can’t,” she gasped, wiping at her face. “Oh Zu!”

His ribs were aching with laughter, but he couldn’t stop; not when the King stood up from his throne, waving his hands about as the concubines tittered, the bear hunched over miserably in the corner of the screen, and certainly not when the King, in a fury, kicked at the hapless Dai Li agent. The very idea of his respectable and sophisticated royal father-in-law shouting death sentences, stamping his feet and gesticulating to the sky while surrounded by a great deal of unclothed flesh - not to mention a chained bear halfheartedly swiping its paws nearby - was simply too much for him.

The Queen! announced a royal servant, and a woman dressed in extremely revealing clothes, complete with terrifyingly high heels and a shocking amount of paste jewels, entered and promptly threw a knife into the wall above the King. Poor Sayuri bellowed, waving her hands about, utterly speechless, pointing at the screen. More specifically, pointing at the extremely improbable mustache on the Queen’s face.

“Oh, oh, oh,” he gasped, trying to hold himself together between whoops of mirth. “But why a mustache?”

“Sex appeal,” Sayuri managed, and then they were screaming with laughter, angry mover goers turning around and shouting at them, the man behind them jumping out of his seat and announcing he was getting the manager. He didn’t care and he knew she didn’t either; they were too busy laughing to care about anything but the Queen on the screen before them, telling all and sundry that she’d kill anyone who threatened the King. Finally, Sayuri put her head on his shoulder. “Oh Zu, I hate to say it, but I think I might need a toilet. In fact, I might have needed one a few minutes ago.”

He immediately gathered together their things, standing up and guiding her up as well. “Let’s get you to one, then.” They awkwardly shuffled past the rest of the people in their row, provoking angry hisses and a shout of Down in front! He got her to the aisle, however, and made sure she was steady on her feet before helping her towards the door and out into the lobby. “Can you manage on your own?”

“Them! Those are the ones!” The man from behind them was pointing at them, infuriated, the manager standing next to him. “Arrest them!”

The manager sighed. “I can’t arrest them, I’m not the police.”

“In any case, we’re leaving,” Sayuri announced. “Although not before I make use of what are very clean facilities, might I add,” she said, bestowing her very best smile at the manager, who looked pleased. “I must commend your staff and your most excellent management.”

“Thank you,” he preened. “Our customers’ comfort is always our first priority.”

“What? Seriously?” The man was outraged. “What about my fucking comfort?”

“Well my goodness, you needn’t curse like that, honestly, the lack of proper deportment in public is just scandalous, really.” She tsked at him before smiling brightly. “Now, you’ve missed some of the film. Would you like us to fill you in before you go back in? No? Suit yourself, then.” With that she sailed off to the toilets, throwing back, “We’ll tell the parentals they need to see it tomorrow night, of course. Shall we come with them?”

“Naturally,” he said, and ate the last of the sizzle crisps while going out to fetch the car.

#date prompts #sayuri #zu

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College Teachers AU Info. (Just in case anyone can think of some sort of quote to submit)

THERE IS A LOT HERE. I COULDN’T EVEN TAG EVERYTHING

Cat is the president of the school. She regularly has meetings with her kids about Rickon. They usually end in her facepalming.

Ned is like, the assistant president of the school. He like, goes around, checking on classes. Whenever someone’s supposed to be sitting in on and observing a class it’s usually him.

Robb is a PoliSci professor. In this AU he is 32. His students all adore him. Any of his students that are attracted to guys have a huge crush on him. He thinks it’s kind of cool, but he still does a good job of teaching his students. His students all call him King Robb, and on Teacher Appreciation day, they bought him a plastic crown and red fur cape to wear. He wore it for three days. Hemakes parodies of songs using the sounds that his direwolf makes and shows them to his class. One day, he felt too tired to really teach, so he just put on the entirety of the Important Playlist to watch. He’s married to Theon.

Jon is an American Soccer coach. He also teaches first aid. In this AU he is 31. His players don’t really know what to make of him. He’s nice, but he’s also very quiet. He hates it when his players make fun of their teammates for not being as good, but he also gets mad at anyone who is not trying their hardest, and is thus failing. He at least try to find out what’s going on first, but if he decides that it’s not worth not trying their best, he’ll crack down on them. He also stresses the importance of grades first, and if anyone tries to use sports as an excuse for failing a class, he suspends them from the team. He’s engaged to Ygritte.

Sansa is an English lit professor. In this AU she is 28. Her students know to respect her. She has them read up to 20 books a semester, which she highly encourages you also watch the movie for. She also encourages a lot of debate within her classes, and some of her students think it’s because she loves drama. She LOVES theories about the books they read, so if you can come up with a unique theory (like Pearl is a lesbian in The Scarlet Letter) or even propose a theory that’s interesting even if it has already been discussed (like that characters from the Fall of the House of Usher are vampires in an incestuous relationship), then you definitely will get a higher score. The gayer the theory, the high the points. She’s married to Margaery.

Arya is a Military History professor. In this AU she is 26. Her students are both in love with her, and very afraid of her. She is a generally very cool teacher, but they are also well aware of the fact that she is the best in her self defense class, and all her martial arts classes. It is a common joke between her students to say that she “got a degree in ass whooping.” The last time one of her students handed in something really late (like 2 weeks late), they could swear it was like staring down the face of death. She occasionally will answer questions about her religion, because not a lot of people know about the Many-Faced God, but a lot of the time she likes to leave them in the dark about it. She’s dating Myrcella.

Bran is a Psych professor. In the AU he is 25. He tends to teach with a more lax demeanor, to the point where his students aren’t sure whether he’s alive or not. They’re also convinced that he’s a little crazy, because sometimes he goes off on rants about random topics. He has a lot of memes made about him by his students, including the “sliding into your dms like” meme, where the clip is him rolling into the classroom in his wheelchair. His students, like everyone else, don’t know which Reed sibling he’s dating, and they have a bet goind on which one.

Rickon is not a teacher. In this AU he is 21. He was forced to attend the school after 3 years of “taking a break” by his parents, who he still lives with. He is actually not too bad of a student, but he abuses the fact that he ends up having all of his siblings for teachers. Or at least, he tries to abuse it. The others aren’t really having it. He has a crush on Shireen.

Shireen is a student as well. Like Arya, she is 26. She also is there because of an extended break from school, but that’s more because her parents advised her against going to college. Mainly due to her greyscale. She is a very good student, always attentive, always brings in her work early, and always gets top marks. She knows Arya from when they were kids, and occasionally used to babysit Rickon, and thus finds her current attraction to him kind of weird.

Brienne is Catelyn’s secretary/assistant/bodyguard. Technically she is only Cat’s secretary and assistant, but everyone is well aware that Brienne would kick their ass if they tried to threaten Cat. She’s dating Jaime.

Theon is the Archery coach. His players think he’s a bit obnoxious, but he also tends to be pretty cool. He’s married to Robb.

Ygritte is the girl’s Archery coach. She and Theon have a bit of a rivalyry going on, which she is winning. Her players adore her. She is engaged to Jon.

Margaery is an American lit professor. She doesn’t expect nearly as many books as Sansa, but she does still love theories. Her favorite theories involve the most drama in them. She, like Sansa, loves debates in her class, for the same reason as Sansa. She is married to Sansa.

Gendry is a mechanic, which confuses many people as to why he would take such a low paying job when he is the mayor’s eldest child. He doesn’t work at the school, but occasionally he will come in to help with any sort of issues they may have. He is rooming with Arya and Hot Pie.

Jojen is a Philosophy professor. He is by far the most out there teacher at the school. He looks like he is constantly high. He is (maybe?) dating Bran.

Meera an Environment Science professor. She is pretty strict with her students about getting work done. She doesn’t usually assign too much work in the first place, though. She is (maybe?) dating Bran.

Jaime is a police captain. He is very good at his job, however, many despise him because he shot the previous mayor of the town after Mayor Aerys tried to set off a bomb that would level the city. People call him “Mayor-Slayer.” He is dating Brienne.

Robert is the current mayor. He is not very good at his job, but Jon Arryn is there to advise him. He loves the fact that Gendry and Arya are dating.

Cersei is the mayor’s wife, who in this AU, is actually Gendry’s mother. She does not approve of her son’s relationship nearly as much as Robert does.

Tyrion is the Economics professor. He is adored by his students. Cat is not happy with the fact that he always shows up to his classes drunk, however.

Bronn is the Military Strategies professor. He and Arya will occasionally join their classes together. He also has a pretty high approval rating with his students, but not so high with Cat.

Yara is the Marine Biology professor. She will often take her student on trips to aquariums, and occasionally, out on the water. She is dating Dany.

Dany is the Reptile professor. She is always bringing in reptiles to show off to the class, and her favorite ones to bring are her 3 Kimono Dragons, Rhaegal, Viserion, and Drogon. She is dating Yara.

Tywin is the Business Management professor. Hus students are all deathly afraid of him. He has sent many a student to the counselors, crying.

Sam is the head librarian. He tries to keep kids quiet, but fails miserably. He is dating Gilly, and helping taking care of Sam Jr.

Grenn and Pyp are the assistant librarians. They are far better at keeping kids quiet than Sam.

Petyr and Varys are advisors to Robert. They are ALWAYS fighting.

Loras is a florist. He is dating Renly.

Renly is a cop. He is dating Loras.

Honestly just let your imagination run wild with those two.

Missandei is the Foreign Languages professor. Which one? All of them. She is dating Grey Worm.

Grey Worm is the wrestling coach. When people first see him they wonder how he could possibly be the wrestling coach, before he shows them exactly how he got to be the wrestling coach in the first place. He is dating Missandei.

Melisandre is the Religions professor. She is supposed to teach about a variety of different religions, but she seems to mainly focus on the Lord of Light.

Stannis is the Writing Comprehension professor. He is by far the strictest teacher in the school. He lets them out of class not a second before the end. Shireen is actually scared when she finds out that she is in his class.

Davos is the counselor at the school. He is beloved by all of the students, and he tends to be such an important and nurturing figure at the school that many of students have taken to calling him “Dadvos”.

Hot Pie is the Cooking professor. He gets very enthusiastic in class about whatever they’re making, and thus, his students love him. They love his excitement. He calls them, “Little Cooks”.

Tommen is a student. He’s a fairly average student, but he’s pretty well like around campus because he’s a pretty nice guy.

Myrcella is the Calculus professor. No one is entirely sure why she chose that job, but she did. She is dating Arya.

Joffrey can suck my dick is unemployed. Unless you count “spoiled rich white boy” as a profession.

Roose and Walder are the leaders of two allied gangs, and their families are part of them.

Ramsay is the main enforcer of the Bolton gang.

Jorah is a soldier who was dishonorably discharged for human trafficking. He is deeply ashamed of his actions. He was recently disowned by his family.

Jeor is a veteran, who was a General in the army. He is currently taking care of Lyanna after her mother died.

Lyanna is a student in high school. She is great. She wants to become a soldier when she turns 18.

Barristan is a veteran who is currently working as a bodyguard for Robert.

Sandor is another security guard for Robert. He is often seen hanging out with Arya, Gendry, and Hot Pie, despite being way older.

Gregor is another body guard for Robert. Why is he not in prison yet? We don’t know.

Oberyn is the Chemistry professor. He seems to know a lot about poison.

Jaqen is the leader of a cult. And also Arya’s martial arts classes.

Syrio is Arya’s self defense teacher.

Shae is literally a hooker. So no real change.

Tormund is the Zoology professor. He likes to tell stories about the encounters he has had with various different animals. His students are all experiencing the Mandela Effect, because they’re pretty sure that Tormund once told them about a time in which he actually fucked a bear, but he can’t recall ever telling them that story, and also can’t remember ever doing that with a bear.

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Top 10 Best Netflix Drama Shows Right Now

In this article I have discussed about Top 10 Netflix Drama Shows.

1.Mindhunter

Official it is created by Joe Penhall and basically show run by David Fincher, Mindhunter is probably the best show, time frame. The arrangement depends on obvious occasions and follows the beginning of the FBI's criminal profiling unit in the late 1970s. Two FBI specialists from the FBI's Behavioral Science Unit—Holden Ford and Bill Tench set out to meet detained sequential executioners to check whether they can comprehend why they did what they did, to help make a profile for the FBI to get these sorts of executioners. The show is systematic, uncontrollably charming, and shockingly entertaining, and Fincher himself coordinates various scenes all through the initial two seasons, bringing about stupendous bit of filmmaking also. It's an addictive arrangement that will not go down simple or very much worn ways, rather discovering fresh out of the plastic better approaches to account stories that have been told on many occasions, and subsequently offering completely new understanding into human conduct. Gracious better believe it, and it's delectably engaging.

2.Crazy person

Made by: Patrick Somerville The restricted arrangement Maniac is not normal for whatever else on TV, made all the better by the way that True Detective and Bond twenty-five helmer Cary Fukunaga coordinated every one of the 10 scenes. The arrangement happens in a marginally further developed adaptation of Earth wherein two discouraged and depressed people played by Emma Stone and Jonah Hill—participate in a psyche bowing pharmaceutical preliminary intended to fix them of their ills. The preliminary sees them intellectually living out different various dreams and situations, which at that point offers Fukunaga the chance to traffic in different sorts as Stone and Hill play various variants of themselves in everything from a Coen Brothers-esque wrongdoing story to a Lord of the Rings-like dreamland. It's as a matter of fact somewhat lopsided, however the exhibitions are incredible and it's a really one of a kind turn on a science fiction show.

3.The West Wing

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4.The Crown

Made By: Peter Morgan The Crown looks at the early rule of England's Queen Elizabeth II. The arrangement is flawlessly coordinated in lavish yet staid tones, as youthful Elizabeth recently wedded to Philip, the Duke of Edinburgh first lives as an advantaged princess before changing into the situation of Queen. From that point, as her grandma alerts her, there will be two Elizabeth inconsistent with each other: one who is a young lady with her own deepest desires, and one who is a regal, whose life will be loaded with obligation and penance.” So in any condition the crown should win”.

5. Haunting of Hill House

Maker: Mike Flanagan Quiet and Gerald's Game movie producer Mike Flanagan conveys his most eager Netflix venture yet with The Haunting of Hill House. Motivated by Shirley Jackson's original phantom story, the arrangement persists practically none of Jackson's account, and spotlights rather on the spooky existences of the wilting Crain family. Skipping to and fro between the late spring the Crain's spent in the main frequented house and the long periods of sadness and family injury they suffered in the repercussions. Flanagan has demonstrated in past works that he has a talent for upsetting visuals and very much created alarms, yet his extraordinary accomplishment in The Haunting of Hill House is the manner in which he integrates the panics with a rich, interlacing story of family tinged with catastrophe. Driven by a staggering gathering, the arrangement veers between enthusiastic disclosure and snapshots of frightfulness that give you full-body chills. It's the most moving and fair depiction of mortality and melancholy this side of Six Feet Under, yet it'll give you a mess more bad dreams.

6.Anne with an E

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Too Little, Too Late — 2.14.19

“Where are we going now daddy?” The bright eyed toddler queried. As part of their daddy-daughter early dinner date Alek took Liya to get ice cream, the two of them walking hand in hand back to the restaurant, each with a cone, double scoops insisted upon by the four year old, her mouth smudged with the frozen strawberry treat. “Brain freeze,” she shuddered. In a show of sympathy Alek shuddered too, perhaps more over the top than necessary, pretending he had one too, which got a laugh from Liya who quickly forgot of her own. “Maybe we shouldn’t eat it so fast, Alek suggested and wiped ice cream off her lips. “I was thinking we could make a stop. I want to get flowers for Nonna and your aunts for Valentine’s day.” Alek hadn’t had a date for the last two years so he preferred to spoil his mom and sisters with sweet little gifts for the holiday. Later tonight he would build a blanket fort with his daughter and watch Disney princess movies, never complaining that he’d seen them a thousand times and he could recite every line from memory. “Will you help me pick some out?” Instead of a response from Liya he felt a very enthusiastic tug, at which Alek chuckled and allowed himself to be dragged forward by the sheer strength of a four year old.

As soon as they stepped foot into the shop off the corner the little girl let go and took off. “I know which flowers Auntie likes. Imma find ‘em.” Alek trailed behind not able to match the speed of the toddler. “Excuse me.” Liya stood on her tiptoes so she wouldn’t appear so little in trying to catch the attention of the florist. The woman leaned across the counter towards the sound of the miniature voice that addressed her. “Do you have any turnips?” Used to his daughter’s funny vocabulary Alek stuffed his hands into his pockets and explained, smiling in amusement, “she means tulips.” When shown to them out he smiled again and thanked the florist. For his mom he selected roses and not wanting to exclude his daughter he picked out a sunflower and tucked one behind her ears. “For you princepesa, my sunshine.” It was true she was the light of his life, the only good that came from his brief fling with his ex. While perusing through the various bouquets he recalled seeing fresh flowers on Naomi’s desk, tried to remember which he’d seen, and wondered if it might be a nice gesture if he got her some. He could bring her desserts too, which he knew she pretended to hate, along with the flowers. His fingers brushed through the petals of rosaleas. Alek put his nose towards the daisies. “Are we getting more?“ Liya mimicked him and smelled the flowers. “Yeah. For a friend. I think she might like some.” Between managing the restaurant and devoting his free time to Liya he regretted not seeing Naomi as much as he’d like. If he was being honest, he missed having her around, her absence from the restaurant not gone unnoticed by him. “Which do you think she will like better?” Liya pondered the options and after careful consideration decided, “the pink ones.” Alek smiled and agreed, hoping that Naomi will like them too.

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Naomi glanced down at her gold Cartier watch, a gift from her parents after she graduated from NYU, simultaneously typing and checking the time. If she hurried she could submit her story before heading out for her date, one that she had been reluctant to go on since she didn’t know who he was, given only a description and name and told that he was cute, as if that last part should be the deciding factor. With everything that she had been through, diagnosed with a heart condition at a young age, Naomi made a promise to herself that she wouldn’t shirk from the things that scared her, the unknown, but to be present, be open to new experiences and take life day by day. Who knew what the evening had in store for her, maybe she would end up having a very good time with her mystery date, and she wasn’t going to deprive herself of finding out. Since meeting Alek she had a hard time reading him. If he was interested in her she couldn’t tell; one moment they got along great, there had been some subtle flirting, then suddenly he completely iced her out with no explanation. Whatever his deal was, Naomi didn’t wait around for things to happen.

Propping her phone up on the desk Naomi dialed her best friend. She removed the dress off its hanger and wondered if it was too flashy. Though just a casual date, Naomi loved any opportunity to get dolled up. “Aren’t you supposed to be on your date?” Blake popped up on the phone screen. “I’m getting ready,” Naomi assured him, then again when he cast suspicion at the slouchy joggers and an off-the-shoulder sweater that she still wore. “I am. I need your help picking out what to wear. Which one?” Placing the two outfits in front of her body she showed him a white dress with plunging neckline then a lace bodice cami jumpsuit. Blake, always flattered that she relied on him for wardrobe advice when Naomi had friends in the fashion industry, advised against the second. “Sweetie that jumpsuit makes you look too corporate, like you’re meeting to talk business.” Naomi visualized herself in it in front of the mirror. “I think the lace makes it very sexy,” she countered. “Yeah, but do you want to hire him or?” Naomi blushed. “Oh my god, no! I don’t want to get into his pants. I want to have a good time but not that good of a time. I don’t even know him.” Blake laughed and pretty soon Naomi couldn’t help but join him. “I hate that you’re right.” She tossed the jumpsuit to the side.

Naomi moved away from the phone to strip out of her clothes and changed into the dress. “So what have you and Carson got planned tonight?” She struggled with the zipper in the back. “I’ve turned the apartment into a mini art gallery with a bunch of cute photos of us put up everywhere.“ The hopeless romantic in Naomi who adored cute, cheesy proclamations of love beamed at the idea. “That’s so cute. Do you already have it set up? Can I see?” Among the exhibits that Blake showed her were polaroids strung up on yarns in one room, a photo collage in the shape of a heart in another, and a projector that displayed silent black and white clips of the couple onto a wall. “Aww, Blake. It’s perfect. Carson will love it. I wish someone would do something like that for me,” she mused, that last part intended to be a private thought. “Thanks. I really like him, you know? Maybe you will meet that someone tonight. Let me see that dress on you.” The dress, tiny pearl beads lining the neckline, scooped low to tease a little cleavage. “What do you think?” Blake whistled his approval. “Poor guy is going to have a difficult time focusing or breathing when he sees you in that.” Naomi felt her cheeks flush, suddenly feeling a little self conscious. “It’s not too much? I’m not trying to give anyone a heart attack,” she chuckled, “could you imagine, and I don’t want him to be too caught up in how I look.” Blake assured her she looked beautiful. “That’s Carson at the door. Talk to you soon? Good luck on your date, babe.” At the sound of knocking he hastily ended the call and left Naomi to finish with hair and makeup.

As Naomi slipped out of her building she received a text from a coworker asking a favor. Of course she would assume Naomi was still at the office working, everyone knew she often stayed late, and she would almost be correct except for the location. Since the place where Naomi was to meet up with her date wasn’t too far away she figured she would have enough time to stop by. After rifling through for the document Naomi took the papers to the copier to be scanned and emailed. It was as she reached for a paper clip that Naomi heard faint rustling, like footsteps, then a small thud.

Had the building been this empty the last time he came by, Alek wondered then remember what day it was, spouses and couples probably gone early to be with their significant others. This time he didn’t need directions to her office. He picked at the collar of his shirt, which met his nostrils briefly for a quick smell test to make sure he didn’t smell like pasta. In hind sight he should have thought to look more presentable before showing up. Not only that, he should have texted beforehand to make sure Naomi was still around. The elevator ticked at each floor it passed before the doors opened. He stepped out. With every empty desk he passed Alek began to lose confidence that he would catch her, but then stopped, too stunned to approach any further. “Wow...” he muttered quietly. There she was feeding papers into the copier machine. She looked breathtaking, no ethereal would be how he would describe her. How could he approach her when she looked like a modern princess in white and he in his drab grays. He convinced himself that she was busy, as if scanning documents was a complicated task that required intense focus. He would come back another time, Alek decided, but after turning around and walking a few paces he reconsidered. The flowers might wilt the next time he would see her. Swiveling back Alek didn’t watch where he was going and bumped into a desk. Loud. Banged his knee hard. “Fuck!”

“Who’s there?” Naomi called out. She hadn’t seen anyone else on the floor on her way in. “It’s me,” Alek groaned in response. Recognizing that voice she hurried towards him. “What are you doing here? Are you ok?” Naomi looked around and pulled out a chair for him. “Sit here.” Alek gratefully took a seat. He didn’t knew which was greater, the pain or his embarrassment. So much for being smooth. If his sister saw him now she would no doubt be laughing at his expense. “Yeah, I’m ok. I...” Looking into her concerned brown eyes he lost his words for a moment. He followed her gaze to the bouquet in his hand. “Those are for you,” he finally replied, which probably sounded as dumb as he felt. “You got me flowers? Why?” She didn’t mean for it to sound like she wasn’t appreciative, only that it was unexpected so she didn’t know how to respond to them. “I thought you might like them. Am I wrong?” Naomi shook her head. “No, they’re lovely. You didn’t have to get me anything.” While it was sweet of him, and she loved the flowers, she had to remind herself Alek had been ignoring her ever since the night at the winery. If anything the sweet gesture made more confused. This was their first face to face encounter. An explanation would have been nice, but it didn’t look like he was prepared to give her one. “Let me go get you some ice for that,” she offered.

Alek tended to his throbbing knee, each touch making the sensation worst. Naomi returned with ice cubes loosely wrapped in paper towels. “Here you go.” He took the ice and gave a small smile despite wincing when he put the ice pack over his knee. “Thank you.” Alek could feel her worried eyes on him. “It looks worse than it feels,” he stated unconvincingly. Naomi must have sensed his pain because her hand did not leave his when she handed him the ice pack. Instead it stayed on top of his hand over the ice pack. She must have gotten a sense of how long her hand lingered and pulled it back. “You’ll probably have a nasty bruise in the morning but it looks like you’re going to be fine. I would suggest watching where you’re going or you’ll end up like me.” When he failed to comprehend Naomi showed him her ankle, a salonpas patch taped there, and told him how she nearly twisted it after her heels got caught in one of the city’s street grates. “Luckily I didn’t injure it too badly. No ankle brace, or worst crutches.” Naomi scrunched her nose and chuckled softly. Alek didn’t know whether to be concerned or amused so he shared a chuckle with her. “Those things are dangerous. I get my heels stuck in them all the time.” Naomi reached over and playfully swat at his arm. “I’m here trying to share in your pain and you’re making fun of me?” she scoffed. Alek held up his hands defensively, the ice pack sliding off his leg but Naomi caught it in time and cautiously returned onto his knee. “My apologies. Know what let me make it up to you. I come bearing treats. I also brought you these.” He pushed the box of Italian desserts across the desk. “I figured they’d be better than chocolate. Happy Valentine’s Day.” She peered inside, helpless to stop the grin that spread across her lips. Suddenly Naomi resented him a little less. He wasn’t winning his way into her heart anytime soon, but at least he knew the way to her stomach. “Damn you, Casanova,” she muttered. “What was that? I’ll have you know my zeppoles are very offended at you speaking in vain like that.” Naomi rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You’re a idiot,” she wasn’t afraid to call him out for what his was. “Foods don’t have feelings. You know why exactly why I said that.” Alek laughed, fair point. “Go ahead, have one.” When she hesitated, he pressed on, “You know you want to. I’ll feel better if you do.” Naomi laughed in disbelief. “Oh sure, me eating your devilish treats will magically cure your knee.” The more she stared at the zeppoles, they more they beckoned her to eat them. Any efforts to resist dissolved when her hand dipped into the box. “I don’t know, I shouldn’t. But no one’s stopping me right?” Alek shrugged and smiled when she gave in and took a bite. “Better?” she asked mid-chewing. “Much,” he grinned.

With a ping of her phone Naomi checked her new text message. “Oh no, I’m late.” She brushed the crumbs off her fingers. “I’ve got a date.” As soon as she said that she wondered if she had overshared. “Oh...” His heart sank. Although disappointed Alek tried not to show it as he got back on his feet. So that had been the reason why she was dressed up so nicely, not that she didn’t always look beautiful to him. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to keep you.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I can show myself out. Enjoy your date.” Feeling like a fool he looked for a quick exit. Naomi nodded, glad that he was understanding. She hung back so she could avoid the elevator trip with him.

Alek limped his way out, his stupid knee still bothering him. But what bothered him more was that she was going on a date with someone else. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he liked her. After his ex left him with Liya he didn’t allow himself to get too close with anyone. Naomi was the first woman he felt comfortable around in a long time. Alek shook his head. It didn’t matter anyway, she was interested in someone else and his daughter’s needs would always come before anyone else, including what he wanted. Still, it really sucked finding out that someone else would be taking her out and showing her a good time. He wished he’d been the one on the date with her. Shoving his hands into his pockets he sulked back to the restaurant.

Waiting five minutes, enough time for him to leave the building, Naomi grabbed her keys and purse. She checked the address her date had texted her. To her shock the sign above with its familiar surname greeted her. Cassano. Of all the restaurants in the city this would be the location of her blind date. After pacing around and against her reservations of why she shouldn’t be here, mainly that Alek worked there, she decided to go in. Her dress didn’t need any more smoothing out but out of nervousness she continued to straighten it while she waited for the hostess to look up and show her to her table. The guy waiting for her resembled Thor, long wavy hair, bulging muscles underneath a crisp button down shirt that looked a size too small for him and probably deliberately picked out to show off his arms. He stood up and introduced himself to her, “Greyson, nice to meet you.” Naomi extended her hand and smiled warmly. “Naomi. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.”

Because of Valentine’s Day the restaurant had been busier than usual. Alek extended his help, but only for another hour in keeping his promise to spend the evening with his daughter. “Has anyone seen my apron?” he shouted over the chatter and clatter of dishes. “By the bar, boss,” one of the waiters informed him. As he hobbled his way over there a woman called for his attention. “Excuse me sir, could you recommend a salad? It’s our first time here.” Alek smiled politely, “Certainly. Any allergies? I would say everything is delicious but I‘m particularly biased.” He introduced himself as the chef, his amicable personality winning them over instantly and sure to earn big tips for whoever waited on the table. Alek made his rounds, checking on his customers and their foods, and finally headed toward the hostess area to see how his girls were doing. From a distance he could see a fidgety woman waiting at the front. Had she been helped? Her familiarity stopped him from coming any closer and offering his assistance, the brunette unmistakably Naomi. Instead he retreated to the bar.

Since she had arrived late Naomi didn’t mind that her date had already ordered without her, or that he insisted on ordering for her. Never mind that Naomi already knew which entrees were the best, she’d tried and loved them all. Her favorite was the chicken piccata, fell in love with it at first bite as she’d jokingly told Alek, and when he learned that her date had skipped appetizers, he tried not to show his disapproval. Not to mention the choice of wine, the guy had gotten it wrong. Red wines went with meats, and he knew Naomi favored Riesling or that her pasta paired better with Chardonnay, but he didn’t want to come off as a wine snob. All he could do was stay in the background and watch.

Though ridiculously attractive, her friends had great taste, Naomi found that she had little in common with Greyson, a model. New York was full of them. Finally a topic perked her interest, their mutual love for traveling, but again Naomi was let down when it was for different reasons. Whereas she preferred to immerse herself in the cultures of new places she visited she learned he didn’t care for any of it. He liked to talk a lot, mostly about himself. She could barely get in a word herself. At some point she stopped listening entirely, instead daydreaming about the rest of the zeppole she would eat when she got home. That managed to make her smile. She nodded and smiled throughout the evening to give the pretense that she was interested in what he’d been saying. Naomi snapped out of her daydreams of desserts when a shadow loomed over her, then the sound of his voice speaking to her, to them. “Complimentary of the owner. Valentine’s special.” Alek smiled down at her and presented them with a bottle of Vermentino. When he announced it his eyes concentrated on Naomi. He couldn’t help himself, he had to at least engage with them once and get a better sense of how the date was going. Naomi noticed that none of the other tables received free wine but didn’t comment on it. She smiled and mouthed thank you, while Greyson thanked Alek. “Would you like to order any desserts?” Alek winked at Naomi. “YES!” she responded much too enthusiastically.

At the end of the evening when Greyson and Naomi parted ways she pretended to have left something inside so she could go back in, insisting that he not wait for her. Naomi asked around for Alek but the staff told her the same thing, that he’d already left. When asked if she wanted to let him know she was looking for him, Naomi simply said no.

#para.#p: too little too late #2.14.19

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makinjakenpancakes · 7 years

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Write a fic where The rangers and Pearl help Jason propose to Kimberly.

High school had ended a long time ago; each of the rangerswent on their own ways. Except Jason and Kim; they had been dating since highschool. It was the ten year high school reunion; they had stayed in contactwith their friends. Making sure to Face Time each week and catch up but itwould be the first time in years since they were all together. Jason and Kimhad returned to town and they stayed at his parent’s.

Pearl came home from high school and she ran over to hug herbig brother. She had sprouted recently and he hardly recognized her. She let goof him and hugged Kim. They all looked at each other because it had been a fewyears. Jason and Kim tried to make time to come back home but sometimes theycouldn’t make the cross country trip.

“You two have been my greatest success,” Pearl said with asly smile.

“Yeah sure Pearl it was all you and not our chemistry andlove that brought us together,” Jason said.

“Wow ever the cheese ball, right Pearl?” Kim said andchuckled.

“That’s why he needed my help,” she said. “What brings youback? Is there a new holiday?”

“High School reunion,” Jason said.

“Does that mean what I think it means?” Pearl said with ahuge smile, her eyes as big as ever with excitement.

Pearl hadn’t seen much of her older friends in an evenlonger time. As she grew up and became more confident she made friends her ownage. She started hanging out with them more. Sam and Beverly came home holdinggroceries they yelled for Pearl and Bev nearly dropped her bags when she sawJason. She hastily put them down and ran for a hug.

“My beautiful man!” she said and kissed his cheeks. “Kimberly,lovely as ever.” She gave Kim a hug and some cheek kisses.

“Great to see you Beverly and Sam how’s the boat?” Kim said.

“Old and ready for retirement,” he joked as he put the groceriesdown. Sam had a bit of a limp as he got closer he pulled Jason into a bear hug.He gave Kim an equally enthusiastic yet less bear like hug.

“Is it a holiday?” Sam asked.

“School reunion,” Kim said.

“I never went to mine, always kept a close knit group offriends and we all got together and got drunk” Beverly said and laughed.

“Mom!” Pearl said and looked pink in the cheeks.

“Oh relax girl, I was young once,” Bev said and smiled. “Youtwo freshen up and have fun. But you aren’t leaving right away. Even if I haveto buy a plane ticket or whatever.”

“We have a van” Jason said. “Oh I brought Scout out back andhe is having funny being back home. I can tell the traveling gets to him.”

“Do you still have the cat?” Pearl asked.

“Yeah she is sleeping in Jason’s room, I bet Scout missesyou,” Kim said and Pearl took that as an excuse to go out and play with thedog.

It was early enough in the day for Jason and Kim to shower,change and get ready. Pearl had left, probably to see some friends. Jasonpicked up his phone and the text app was open but there were no new texts. Hescratched his head and pocketed the phone. Kim came out the bathroom in a dark rosydress. She caressed his cheek and kissed him.

“Hey love birds,” Sam said as he poked his head in. “Take mymidlife crisis car to the reunion. Tell those lame kids you invented a phone orsomething.”

“It would be nicer than the van,” Kim said as Jason caughtthe keys.

“A Jaguar? Are you and mom getting a divorce?” Jason saidwith a chuckle.

“Ever the smart ass, gets it from me. He gets the looks fromhis mother,” Sam said and laughed. “Have fun, be safe and yes I’ll always actlike this.”

***

They had all agreed to meet at the mountainside before thereunion. Jason and Kimberly had got there early and looked down at the citythat once vexed them so in their youth. They were holding hands, reminiscing andJason took a sip of beer before pouring one out for Zordon. He heard Zacklaugh, they turned and he ran over. Jason and Zack’s chest smacked together asthey hugged. Jason looked him over, both in nice suits.

“Missed you man,” Jason said.

“Always the softy,” Zack said with a grin.

“Things don’t change” Kim said.

“Look at the nerds,” Trini said. “Bring it in.”

They three walked over and got their hugs from Trini. Shehad her hair done and wore a nice dress. It was golden but not sparkly. It feltlike no time had passed but instead of spotty teenagers they were adults, theyall had careers now. They heard clapping and a loud yell of excitement thatbecame hurried footsteps. Billy was in probably the best suit of the guys. Helooked like a billionaire with his sleek glasses and gold cufflinks.

“How the shit is Billy the best dressed?” Zack said.

“I invented black hole travel with the help of the Aquitians,duh,” he said with a laugh. A very attractive being stood next to him, therangers had vague memories of the Aquitians, they were gender-less and superattractive.

“My name is Cestria,” they said with an extended hand andall the rangers shook their hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you all.”

“Holy shit as I live and breathe; Jason Lee Scott,” amysterious voice was heard.

A dark haired woman wearing all black crested the hikingtrail. She had an aura of confidence and the others smiles. Tommy Oliver camecloser to the group. She hugged Trini before they kissed. Tommy wore a blacksuit with a green tie, a red handkerchief and a white shirt. She pulled Jasonin for a hug and they both laughed.

“Damn Tommy, you always dressed better than me,” Jason said.

“You are the reason I became a leader and it’s Doctor Olivernow. I’ve been studying Paleontology and got a doctorate at MIT.” Tommy saidwith her big smile.

“You always were a Masshole,” Zack said and hugged Tommy.

“Zack Attack, how’s the YouTube channel?” Tommy said.

“You know I host an MTV show, a Netflix original and consultedon three Netflix shows.” Zack said and Tommy hugged him again.

“What about you Trini?” Billy asked.

“Did you not see me win a Senate seat for California?” Trinisaid with crossed arms. “What about you two? The Power Couple?”

“I’m not in the NFL and I’m not a doctor or an astronaut.Just a New York firefighter and part-time paramedic,” Jason said like he had adead end career.

“College professor at Princeton for Social Sciences,” shesaid.

“How the hell did a bunch of screw ups become so awesome?”Trini said.

“I think we all had a need to save people be it withinventions, or knowledge or hell Jason you still save people,” Billy said. “Cheersto Zordon?”

Jason walked over to a cooler he had brought and got sevenbeers. He handed them out after popping the caps. Their bottles clinkedtogether as they all saluted Zordon the savior of the universe. Their mentor,their father, their friend.

“Come on, let’s show Angel Grove High that a bunch of fuckups are the shit!” Tommy said with a hearty laugh.

***

The six former Angel Grove students were the talk of theschool. There was once a time were gossip was so hate fueled it caused fights.People picked sides and if the team had a wished they wanted to just beignored. Fellow students didn’t understand how

Billy could have been married to someone almostunrealistically beautiful. Amanda and Harper glared at Kim and Jason. Ty didhis best to avoid the both of them. Zack was a local celebrity that had beenrumored to have dated a pantheon of Hollywood’s-who’s-who of hottestcelebrities be them male or female.

Trini and Tommy had a small following of people that wantedthem to get together. But they had kept it very hush-hush. The former studentsdanced together and as the phones of Zack, Billy, Trini and Tommy vibrated; theplan started to come to fruition.

Jason and Kim danced on the high school gym floor. They hadbeen so focused on each other they didn’t notice the song change. The people ofthe school circled around them; leaving them space. His right arm was aroundher waist. Her left arm was around her neck while their hands entwinedtogether. Their song began to play before they heard the voices.

“I’m envious of the love you share,” Zack said.

“I model my relationship with my partner after yours,” Trinisaid.

“You two were the light at the end of the tunnel thatbrought me to Cestria,” Billy said.

“Your friendship kept me sane,” Tommy said and choked up. “Youare my best friends.”

“You taught us so much,” Zack said.

“You showed us love we didn’t think we deserved,” Trinisaid.

“I love all of you so much,” Billy said.

“I’ve never had friends as loving as you,” Tommy said.

“But today isn’t about that,” said Pearl. “It’s about JasonScott and Kimberly Hart.”

The music resumed, he brushed Kim’s tears and she did the samefor him. Both giving each other long loving looks. As the music slowed the gaspof the school was audible. Jason saw a spotlight and his baby sister holding asmall box. She walked over to them, the spotlight followed her. She handed herbrother the box and he opened it slowly. Inside was the family heirloom. Jasongot to one knee.

“Kimberly Ann hart would you make me the luckiest man aliveand marry me?” Jason said.

“Yes,” she said between tears. “Yes you big stupid blonde lughead!”

#power rangers 2017 #reboot mmpr #jason x kimberly #jimberly #pearl scott

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What’s a Healthy View of Success?

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success the accomplishment of an aim or purpose.

the attainment of popularity or profit.

a person or thing that achieves desired aims or attains prosperity.

I have a beef with success. Or, at least the word. We often hear people throw it around in reference to what they personally see as successful; someone who purchases a brand new car, a larger home, a boat or a job promotion. They say 'oh, they must be successful' or 'business must be treating them well'. I've been guilty of it too. We see people through our own lense of success and carefully, but often subconsciously, place them on our measuring stick. We stack them on a little totem pole of who we think are the most successful by their jobs, titles, vacations, degrees and stuff. If we are being really honest, we all do it, right? But how do we really define success if my measuring stick is different than yours? Probably because of the way we were raised, we placed things at higher value than others. We set goals and made vows of what our success would look like as we got older. And, having goals and ambition are good things right? At first glance, the definition above looks honorable, 'the accomplishment of an aim or purpose'. That is something I can get on board with; until I read the rest of the definition. 'The attainment of popularity or profit' all revolves around how well we are liked, if we have fame, money or nice things. But, what if my accomplishment, aim or purpose is to do something less noticeable or money based, does that mean I'm not successful? Or what if I obtain all I aim for, but am miserable, do people still view me as successful? Do I? What if I obtain it, and it is taken away from me? Or what if I never obtain my aim, what does that make me? Can I live a happy and full life without it?

Most of my life I have been competitive. I like to have goals and be working toward something. When I was young it was as an athlete mostly. As an adult, I landed in a career at a school district that gave me the same raise every year, no matter how good of a job I did, there was no where for me to promoted to and there was a pretty low cap on how much money I could make. So with my wiring, I felt a stirring soon into my first year that there was more for me. I desired to be working toward progress, moving forward and I lacked the motivation there to do it. I prayed for an opportunity that God could use me with my unique giftedness that I could love and enjoy for a lifetime. After many closed doors, I decided to give direct sales a try. I was enthusiastic to say the least. I didn't realize it at the time, but it gave me what I was searching for, a purpose. I quickly set a goal and was willing to do whatever it took to achieve that goal, to make progress and move forward. It was exhilarating, until it wasn't. But I will get to that in a minute.

Being self employed, I was challenged to start a personal growth journey, to become my best self, so I could give my best self to others. Because of that, I've tried to look at every opportunity in my almost 8 years with the company to learn, grow and press in to what God is teaching me. I have taken all the personality tests and I am wired as the Achiever (Enneagram #3), ENFP (Myers-Briggs), Influencer/Dominant (DISC) and my motivational need is Power & Achievement. Anyone who knows anything about those personality traits sees why I value progress, I thrive best when setting and achieving goals. I'm a people collector (#1 Strengths Finder is Woo) and natural leader. In my first few years in my business, I was achieving, moving forward, hitting goals and loving every minute of it. I built a customer base, a team, accomplished my leadership platform and earned a free car. Shortly after earning my car, I had several women on my team quit, which is normal who you run the numbers (several added at one time will leave around the same time). With that setback, I froze. I questioned. I stopped achieving. I stopped making progress. Do you know what happens when an achiever stops achieving? It's typically one of two things, they feel like a loser or they go achieve elsewhere. Mine was the former. I wanted to be the best at what I was doing and so I vacillated between taking every leadership class and reading every leadership book and just trying to distract myself with other things. Turns out that if you are wired as an achiever, they aren't having fun if they aren't achieving. I even started praying for God to take away my goals if they weren't honoring to him, and after a year of praying that daily, my desires to move forward were just as strong. So I tried to figure out how I could achieve them the right way, with the right motives and a God honoring heart. No longer whatever it takes, but instead whatever is right. I wanted to have a healthy view of what success and prayed for God to reveal it to me.

My church has a class that walks you through inner healing from wounds and bondage from your past. At the time, I honestly thought I was taking it so I could better help others, not realizing how it would drastically change me. For starters, I am NOT what I do. For years I had the belief that I am what I do. When I had a good month, I felt amazing, but a bad month I felt like a loser. A good month caused for celebration and rewards, but a bad month involved crying in the corner in shame. My value was measured by my actions, my worth in the outcomes. How could I make that roller coaster more even, instead of the peaks and valleys being so vast? The answer was clear, achieve every month. So I thought.. and thus the shame/performance trap kept me on my emotional roller coaster. During this season of life, my husband I took high risk decisions in our careers and choices. God was working on us both, big time, to look at our successes and failures in a healthy lense and an accurate, God honoring measuring stick. This is what I've learned:

As long as your identity is wrapped up in your success and failures, you will continue to not only have an unhealthy view of success, but of yourself and God. Let's be clear, you are not what you do. You are who God says you are.. loved, chosen, called, bought at a price, his pearl of great prize, wonderfully and fearfully made, his beloved son/daughter who he loves the same at the peak as he does in the valley. If God sees me that way, why don't I? We fall in this trap that our performance or achievements equal value or love, instead of knowing we are valuable and loved beyond measure with or without them. If this is speaking to your heart, please, take time each day to remind yourself what your identity truly is in. When your successes and accomplishments go away, you are still you. And after God created the mountains and the oceans and said they were good, he created you and said you are very good. If you have a hard time feeling the same about yourself, staying neutral in the peaks and valleys, ask God to help you have a healthy perspective and just ask him 'is this what you think of me?' every time you feel less than, shameful, fearful or angry (all unhealthy emotions not from the heart of God). Start to figure out your triggers, when you feel that way, why do you feel that? We often have circumstances in our life or business that trigger that same emotion of not enough and it causes us to over react. We can often rationalize our over reaction or even just wonder, why did I make such a big deal about that? It's because it triggered us. And when we are triggered, there is always something bigger rooted inside. Ask God to bring revelation to what that is.

What other people view as successful doesn't matter, because we are all measuring it differently, and few measure it the same as God. After purchasing our little bungalow that I love, no one said to me 'oh you must be doing really?' but people did when we chose to get a new car or build our new home. After earning my free car people would tell other people 'oh, Kim's really successful, she has the free car'. Now, everyone who said these things are people I love, they meant no harm, but these comments stuck with me. It subliminally put rungs on my success measuring stick from people's standards, not Gods. But what does a healthy measuring stick look like? First, if success is 'the accomplishment of an aim or purpose' then we must know what God's purpose is for our life. That way we can be working toward it with excellence so that one day he will say well done, good and faithful servant. He is the only one who can measure our success. And that is freeing. Because shame is not from God, ever. We are not perfect and will blow it, we will mess up and we will fail. Sometimes, often even, our failures are part of the plan that God is teaching us. How else do we learn? There is no shame in that, because a failure a reason to learn a lesson, not to lessen our view of ourself. That is never God's intention, so why do we do that to ourselves? If success is in things, then what happens if those things go away? Am I worth less? An aim or purpose could be to raise kind and loving children, lead a small team or church, give generously with a small amount -- huge things for God but may look small to others. But we are only working 'for the applause of nail-scarred hands' (The Lion Chaser Manifesto, from Chase the Lion by Mark Batterson) and not for the approval or love of others. Ask God to give you a healthy perspective of what success looks like for you. Relinquish the failures that have made you feel unsuccessful, invaluable, less than or worthless. Sometimes I literally use my hands and lift them to the sky, as if I am handing them to God myself, because we are not intended to take them on as part of who we are.

And lastly, a healthy view of success involves surrender. We might have goals, dreams or even timelines that we inserted into what we think is successful that aren't God's. Over the years, I have struggled so much with my identity rooted in the wrong things. I even tried to take on Jake's achievements when I wasn't achieving my own, putting my identity in being married to someone successful. That's just as unhealthy. It has been a journey for me to learn how to view myself with a healthy identity rooted in Christ and still be part of a goal oriented career I feel called to be in. Even though I have view it the wrong way, God still wired me to be an achiever. And, I know that I am not the only one who has struggled with this. There have been times I have lost my titles, my car and leadership positions. I thought to myself, why is this so difficult for me to lay this down or move past it? If that has been you, than you placed to much authority and power in those things. I have even had people tell me, 'it's normal to feel that way', which is true, but I would ask the question, just because it's normal, is it healthy? I apparently didn't learn the lesson the first time, but I am learning it now and it is through surrender. Surrendering the way I thought it would look, how I thought it would happen, and when I thought it would. Surrendering my rights to maintain a title, position or car. Surrendering my view of success to adopt God's. Handing him my measuring stick and saying who me yours. I truly feel called to a certain level with this company, God has painted the picture of what that will look like for me. But, I filled in the pieces of when. Even a God inspired purpose or aim can become dishonoring to him. Because it's not about me, ever, it's all about him. And, it should never come before my relationship with him or others. I stepped on my soap box of having a God inspired purpose and made it an idol above him, consuming my thoughts and prayers. Of course God would need to break that down so he could build it back up again in a healthy way, with a sturdy foundation that honors him. You can be successful without God, but you probably won't be fulfilled when you get there, especially not like you thought you'd be.

I still cringe at the word success. I even choose to not use it, to assist in avoiding us all from inserting our own measuring sticks to what we think it is. I used to so easily fall into the trap of after meeting someone new to first ask, 'what do you do?', as if that is the most important thing for me to know about them; falling deeper in the title=value trap. I am sorry if I did that to you. I want to strive toward excellence in what God calls me to do, with my motive in honoring him and giving him glory instead of desiring the praise or affirmations for myself. I choose to root my identity deep in who he says I am, so that in the seasons of surrender, my value does not decrease. I don't want to perform for the love and praise of others, because my worth is not in what I do or the words that follow my name. A few weekends I was at a conference where Amie Gamboian, NSD with Mary Kay said " you know you have arrived when you are the same in the valley as the mountaintop" and it shook me to the core. The perfect definition of success in a healthy, God honoring way. From what I have learned and worked through, this is how I choose to define success and pray you adopt that definition as well.

success the accomplishment of any step toward a God inspired aim or purpose, while

feeling the same peace and joy in those accomplishments and in our failures,

continuing to keep the focus on God and not ourselves,

surrendering the right to achieve it by other's standards or in our own timeline, knowing that if might not come to fruition in our lifetime.

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