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boleyn-falcon · 4 years

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The Queens of the Castle

The queens go on a trip to Walt Disney world for the first time for a fun family vacation!

Chapter one

“Anne! Hurry up and get down here!”, the spanish queen yelled, “we need to get to the airport 4 hours ahead not 4 minutes!”, “c’mon Lina! Just gimme one minute!”. Anne scrambled around her room to get her carry-on bag packed, she prolly should have done it last night like Jane said. After stuffing her phone charger in the green swingpack, she runs down the stairs to meet the rest of the queens in the living room. When she gets down there she sees an oddly anxious looking Cathy and an extremely excited Jane. “This is going to be such an amazing family trip for us all! We all deserve a bit of a break.”, Jane says happily to the queens. After a few minutes of gathering bags and snacks for the trip, they were off to Gatwick Airport.

When they arrived at the airport they were all slightly overwhelmed, there was a good bit of noise and many things to get done. First before anything they all went to the starbucks because it was a crazy journey to the airport. Kitty almost forgot her white stuffed dog in the cab to Victoria station, and Anne almosted missed the Gatwick express because she had to use the bathroom. So they are walking around the terminal trying to find something to burn 2 ½ hours.

The first thing Kitty notices is the Harrods store and decides to walk in with Anna while the others keep looking around. While Anna is busy looking at all the alcoholic chocolates, Kathrine turns around to see a whole display by the register of different stuffed animals. As expected, she looks and pets every one till she finds it, the perfect new little friend. That's when she sees it, a light brown stuffed bear, dressed in a little royal guard outfit. She reaches her hand out to touch the bear and his fur is one of the softest things she has ever felt. “ Anna you have to come see this!”, Kat says while running to the german, who was quietly picking out chocolates to buy. “Huh well he looks like a cutie doesn't he?”Anna says as she examines the bear, “ well then, hand em over, i've got to pay for all this so we can go find the others' '. Kathrine gives Anna a confused look as Anna takes the bear and her chocolates to the man at the register and proceeds to pay for it all. Kathrine then realizes Anna is paying for this bear for her, “ wait Anna!”,the young queen exclaims, “ you really don't have to do that, i have my money with me see?”, Kathrine says as she pulls out a few pounds out of her small purse. “ oh don't worry love, think of it as a late birthday present.”, Kitty gives a puzzled look to the queen, “ but Anna”, she starts, “ no one knows when my birthday is?”, Anna turns around to Kat, having already paid, “ well that just means we can get you gifts year round.” They both turn, leaving the small Harrods, both with a large smile with their new items, Anna’s alcoholic sweets and Kathrine’s new friend.

While that was all happening, Anne and Cathy also split off into the WHSmith for more snacks and some books. They were both hungry nerds who wanted something to do frankly.Cathy anxiously shuffles a bit while Anne starts to look around for some crisps. “Ay Cath?”Anne says cautiously, “ why ya lookin so scared? You've looked a bit spooked all day.”, Cathy looks up questionably from the magazine she was reading, “ I have no idea what you're talking about Bo, I’m perfectly fine. “ she says cooly. Anne is still suspicious but carries on looking for food. Anne bends down to grab a oddly large bag of Cool Original Doritos for the plane and looks over to see that Cathy has disappeared into the store. Cathy had wandered off into the book section to try and find something to read during the plane ride, she needed something to distract her. She never really fancied the idea of planes once she heard of them, she thought that nothing that big and that heavy should be flying in the air like a bird. The idea of the plane made her anxious and scared but she didn't want to tell the others because she thought they would all poke fun at her for it, especially Anne. While browsing she notices a book off to the side of the display, “ The Six Wives of Henry VIII” by Alison Weir. She picks us the book inquisitively, she notices that the novel was written by a woman, by the fact alone that it was about the queens and written by a woman makes her eager to read it.

‘Hm i wonder what's up with ‘er?’Anne thought to herself curiously, grabbing 3 Lion Bars and 2 Crunch Bars off the shelf. After grabbing her desired snacks, Anne skipped over to find Cathy glancing over a book she had picked up. “Hey Cath!”, Cathy jumped a little in response to Anne's oddly loud tone and turned to see the Boleyn girl with a huge back of cool original crisps and an arm full of candy bars. “Oh um”, Cathy paused for a moment, “ I'm guessing you're done getting your snacks? Cathrine is going to murder you when she sees all of that.”, She finished with a small chuckle. Anne looked at the fellow queen with a cartoony offended expression, “ I have no idea what you're talking about! I think this is the perfect amount of plane snacks!” Cathy snorted as she walked away from the book display and towards the register to pay for her new book.

“What’cha got there Cath? A new book for you to have your nose in 24/7?”Anne asked jokingly as she followed Cathy to the register with her food. Cathy turned to give her an unamused stare then continued to pay for her book then stepped to the side so Anne could pay for all of her food. When Anne Finished her transaction she motioned towards the exit so they could go find their friends. “So what's the book ‘bout?”, the green clad queen inquired as they walked to the restaurants to track down Catherine and Jane. Cathy was still entranced by the first few pages of the book and Anne had to wave her hand in front of the nerdy queen’s face to get her attention. “Oh! Sorry Anne,”, she started, “ It's about us actually!”, Anne paused for a moment, “ why would you want a book about us if you could just ask us? Hell why would you wanna read about things you saw and experienced?”. Cathy took a seat in a chair at a nearby table as she began to explain herself to her friend, “Well i'm not reading it for information about of necessarily, i wanna see how other people thought it happened and their speculations, maybe even things that were misconstrued.” Before Anne could respond, Jane and Cathrine finally showed up with two small boxes of food in their arms.

“Hello girls!”, the cheery blonde queen began as she sat down to start eating, “It looks like you two have found what you all needed!” Jane Opened her box and began eating what looked like a burrito bowl with beans, cheese, and guacamole. The girls nodded and began to ask what they were eating before they were interrupted by the happy laughter of a familiar young queen.

“Guys look what Anna got me at the Harrods! I wanna name him Bucky!” Kat bounced over to the table to show them her new friend and travel companion, the queens looked to see a fluffy stuffed bear with a royal guard outfit. “Yep anything for Katze.” the german said with a smile as she sat down with Kathrine and the rest of the queens. “ Well girls now it's just a waiting game so get comfortable because we still have two hours till we start boarding the plane.” Cathrine said coolly as she began eating her chicken burrito, presumably from the place Jane got her bowl.

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so im a big dumby and accidently deleted the original post while trying to add a tag so yea the repost by Prisky0731 is the OG lol

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theliterateape · 3 years

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How Zero Tolerance Policies in the 1990's Caused Our Modern Puritanism

by Don Hall

The notice was posted on all four doors entering the school. On pink (or maybe fuchsia) paper, in block letters big enough to read from the curb was the headline: ZERO TOLERANCE POLICY.

Underneath this draconian bark was a list of behaviors by students that would now result in immediate suspension. The list included everything from chewing gum in class to bullying other students. It was a laundry list of control. The policy took away any teacher discretion when dealing with kids who might need a bit and aped the attitude if not the specific policies of President Clinton's recently passed omnibus bill known as the "Violent Crime Control and Law Enforcement Act."

The school was now officially tough on crime.

Except most of the list of offenses hardly felt like crimes. Most were venial sins at best. I knew the gum chewing thing was from our librarian. She was a nasty woman who had, over a career that lasted thirty years or so, learned to love books but hate children. And, man, did she hate them. Every faculty meeting she brought up the gum chewing, the gum stuck under the desks, under the chairs, in the pages of the dictionary. She was a woman obsessed.

Effectively, the jackboot of authoritarian rule had descended upon the necks of children.

At the next faculty meeting, I argued that this was not going to solve the problems we had but make them worse.

“The kids who are already following most of the rules will continue to. The kids who break them will now only break them more.”

“Just because that’s how you would react doesn’t mean the children will,” replied Mrs. Johnson, a math teacher who ran her classroom like Mussolini ran his trains.

She was right about me—I bent and broke rules like it was my personal creed. Somewhere along the line of two-year old baby cussing his mother out in a grocery store—

The story is somewhat legendary in my family but the gist of it was that my then seventeen-year old mother took me to the store. She set me in the cart like you do with babies. As we rounded a corner, my little monkey hands grabbed a bag of Pinto beans. She put them back.

“We don’t need beans.”

“I want those fucking beans!” I screamed.

“We don’t need the motherfucking beans!”

“Gimme the FUCKING BEANS!”

All the while, the spectacle of a toddler cursing like a veteran about Pinto Beans and his child-mother cursing right back at him likely caused many adults in the place some measure of dismay

—and being hired to teach seventh graders about music, my compass was almost always pointed a bit west, a bit east, but rarely due north.

Mrs. Johnson was wrong about the kids.

Just as I thought, the students who were already prone to chewing gum, tagging the bathrooms with markers, gathering in loud packs in the hallways, and picking on the smaller kids flaunted the fact that ZERO TOLERANCE just meant they were suspended and sent home more often. The students who were on the rule-following side got angry. They tattled more often.

“Jerome was tagging the boy’s locker room!” “Tanya is chewing gum!” “Billy Hash flipped me off and called me a fag!”

The school had just north of 1,500 students and two security officers. These two were hopelessly outnumbered. This meant that it was up to the teachers to enforce this new policy while also trying to, you know, teach.

The librarian loved the policy and her new role. In her opinion, less kids in the library was a good thing and certainly less work. Mrs. Johnson suddenly found herself in the hallways more than her classroom and started complaining that we needed more security officers on school grounds. I, typically, decided to ignore the policy and, as I had before the notices, use discipline as a series of teachable moments.

Granted, my discipline was creative.

Billy Hash spent a day with wooden popsicle sticks and packing tape on his hands affixing his ‘fuck you’ fingers up and saluting for a day to teach him to avoid flipping others off in school. Instead of suspending Jerome, he spent the day washing off tagging all over the school with brill-o and soap. I solved the gum chewing thing (at least on my floor) by creating a ‘gum sculpture’ that any kid caught chewing was required to contribute their mastication object upon.

What I expected was that either I’d get written up for ignoring the policy or that the policy would fade away as so many of these sorts of policies do. When the work involved in policing a thousand+ students becomes more than the benefits usually it just goes to background.

What I didn’t expect was that my rule-following students would add me to list of offenders.

“Mr. Hall didn’t suspend Javier for pushing Gabriel in the hallway!” “Mr. Hall let Maria call Julia a bitch!” “Mr. Hall was supposed to kick Billy Hash out of class instead of just talk to him!”

I wasn’t the only teacher in the building trying to use these moments to educate the monkeys on how people behave in civilization so I wasn’t the only teacher tattled on but I was the one most targeted because I had spoken up against the policy in the first place.

Soon it wasn’t just the kids calling me out. It was their parents, too.

“I understand that ‘wetback’ is a racial slur and that Billy Hash should never use it. I also think Billy is thirteen-years old and is not so far gone that he can’t be taught that rather than instantly punished for it.”

“That’s bullshit! My daughter will not be called names at school. That Hash kid is a fucking monster and should be in a prison instead of a middle school!”

“I hear you. Did you know that Billy’s uncle is in prison right now? And that his dad just got out? I’d like to hope that with a bit of education and compassion, we could help him avoid the same fate.”

“Fuck that! Isabella doesn’t feel safe in class! This school has a zero tolerance policy and we expect you to follow it!”

Isabella would be roughly thirty-six years old now and would classify as a Millennial. Her kids are the protocol-typical Gen Z crowd. Both she and her kids seem to operate still with this zero tolerance policy in mind. They have become the hall monitors for their collegiate experience, the snitches of social media, and the ‘Karens’ of every Walmart and Starbucks in America.

It’s our fault they’re like this.

We taught them with our zero tolerance policies to forego context or nuance and call for maximum punishment for even the slightest of mistakes. We taught them that the only teachable moment is expulsion, the only appropriate response to insult is absolute exile, and that one should always ‘call the manager’ before accepting any sort of slight.

They are the children of Purell, the offspring requiring helmets and knee-pads, the progeny who, because we didn’t want them to feel pain or discomfort, feel it in every interaction.

Billy Hash was suspended after multiple infractions. Mrs. Johnson was thrilled as was our librarian. They couldn’t stand Billy. Sure enough, a few years later, Billy dropped out of school and graduated into a cell in Joliet, Illinois. Carrying on the family tradition as it was set out for him.

We let Billy down. We let Isabella down.

Now they come for us. They grew up believing in the Puritanical resistance to redemption and no second chances for mistakes. They grew up believing in zero tolerance. Go ahead. Make a joke about George Floyd or rape or climate change. You will reap the whirlwind of what we were sewing.

You will be met with zero tolerance perhaps even written on pink (or fuchsia) paper.

#Woke #Zero Tolerance

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fanaticfangirl001 · 7 years

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Little Miss Hydra

Chapter 1

Summary: A chance encounter between Bruce and small child end up changing his and Tony’s life forever.

Author’s note: I don’t like carrots either Aggie, stay strong and also if you want to be tagged message me. Bruce is right for not trusting a small child in white with grape juice.

The meeting between the Avengers and Director Fury had just ended when an alarm sounds. “Subject 397 escaped. Do not approach without backup. Dangerous level 6.”

“Natasha, Sam and I will take the fourth, fifth and sixth level, Tony take the third, Wanda the second, and Thor go down to the first and basement. Bruce stay here and manage the comms.” Steve directs before nearly taking off the door handle.

Natasha and Sam follow him and Tony and Thor climb into an elevator.

Bruce picks up the bag he’s been eyeing throughout the meeting. Two chocolate chip cookies and a Starbucks cup of green tea. He puts the cookies on a napkin and sets them down on the table. Bruce gets up to get a straw and the cookies are gone and his chair is pushed in.

He takes a deep breath and says to table or who’s under it“ Please for the love of god tell me you’re not subject 397.”

“I’d be lying.” says a small voice as a child crawls under a chair with both cookies in her hand.

In any other situation Bruce would have laughed at the child’s answer but not now.

The small child sat up and looks at Bruce.

He opens his mouth to ask her a question and she immediately licks both cookies as if challenging Bruce Still want these back.

“Fine, you can have those. Do you want the green tea to.” Bruce holds out the cup.

The girl looks inside the cup and then back at Bruce “ It looks like barf.”

“A simple no thank you would have been enough.” Bruce says then adds “ If you stay here I’ll get you apple juice.”

“Grape juice.” She counters taking a bite of the cookie.

“You’re wearing white, apple juice or water.” Bruce says, he has enough experience with small children to know grape juice and white clothing don’t mix.

“Apples fine, but I no stay.” She says getting closer to the door.

Bruce blocks her way. “If you don’t stay, how will I know where to give you the juice.”

“No, you bring the bad people here and they give me owwies. Just like the other place” The girl aggressively points as she’s talking.

“Other place?” Bruce asks.

“Yeah it was cold, and they poked me a lot, and now I’m a freak.” She explains finishing off the cookies.

“You’re not a freak.” Bruce says.

“You don’t know.” She yells.

Bruce crosses his arm smirking “ Try me, what can you do?”

“I can move things.” She says showing him. She focuses on the green drink and slings it across the room covering the walls and carpet. “What do you do?”

“First, I was planning on drinking that. Second I can turn green and get big.” He puffs up his cheeks to illustrate the point.

“I go with you to get grape juice.” She sits on his foot clinging to his leg.

“We agreed on apple, and I need you to stay here.” Bruce says trying to pry her off.

“I don’t want to stay though but I would like grape juice.” She tries again.

“Fine, grape juice it is.” He gives in. She rolls off his foot and back under the table.

Bruce rolls his eyes at her antics but leaves the room. He locks the door and taps his communication earpiece.

“Connect me with Patches.” He says into the microphone.

“I really hate that nickname.” Fury answers.

“I’ve got 397 contained, I’m also off to get her grape juice, even if she’s wearing white. When were you going to tell us that the subject is three years old.” Bruce asks.

“You have the Avengers after a three year old? Toddlers aren’t that bad” Clint cuts into the conversation.

“She isn’t a regular toddler, hydra experimentation gave her telekinesis. Also the conference room needs to be repainted and new carpet.” Bruce adds.

“What did she do?” Natasha asks almost afraid. The hulk and a toddler were in the same room.

“ She threw my green tea against the wall. I did tell her tell her to show me her powers, but I thought she’d at least let me drink some of it.” Bruce says before disconnecting his earpiece.

Bruce buys grape juice, another green tea drink and steals the napkins container. He hopes they don’t mind because a toddler wearing white that wants grape juice is a bit of an emergency.

As he rides the elevator he takes a few sips of his drink. Why would Hydra start with kids? Unless they wanted to grow a whole new Winter..

A scream from the conference room drags Bruce out of his thoughts. The door is wide open. He runs into the doorway.

Steve and Natasha are attempting to keep her still and stop squirming.

Once the child sees Bruce she starts screaming louder “ YOU LIED! YOU LIAR! THEY GIVE ME OWWIES!”

“Kid calm down.” Clint tries.

“NO NEEDLES! NO BLOOD! LET GO!” She squirms.

She breaks free one hand from Natasha’s grasp and uses it to swing herself around and kick Nat in the face.

“You little..” Natasha wipes blood off her lip.

The child thrusts all thirty five pounds of pure adrenaline and sugar from the cookies at Steve knocking the two of them into a chair.

“Should I film this?” Tony whispers. The child is trying to bite Steve.

“Tony not now!” Steve yells distracted, at this moment she sinks her teeth into Steve’s forearm.

“ Do something.” Natasha yells at Bruce.

He takes out the bag from Starbucks and puts the grape juice on the table.

“This is more important than your mother-fucking afternoon snack.” Fury yells.

The child stops biting Steve and then says “ Grape juice, gimme.” “She doesn’t like being poked with needles. It reminds her of you-know-who.” Bruce says picking up the small child and handing her the small juice jug.

Steve is rubbing the bite marks “ You couldn’t of given her the juice earlier or warned us she’s a biter.”

“Or a kicker.” Natasha takes one of the napkins and tabs at her lip.

“I wish I filmed that.” Tony adds.

“Give her here.” Clint says opening his arms.

“Why?” Bruce asks side-eyeing Clint.

“Or just keep her still.” Clint takes the juice away.

“I don’t like you Mr.Patches.” The child crosses her arms.

Clint tucks napkins in her shirt making a makeshift bib then gives her back the juice.

“I don’t like you either Little Miss Hydra.” Fury says.

“Hydra, Bruce she’s dangerous.” Steve says nursing his arm.

“She’s a toddler, she also didn’t do anything when I found her besides steal cookies. She was probably hungry. You weren’t feeding her.” Bruce spat at Fury.

“Now that’s not true.” A voice says from the door behind Bruce.

It’s Phil Coulson, and he’s alive.

“I’ve been taking care of her just fine. She was mostly skin and bones when he brought her to me. Now she’s right on track for her age group. Little Aggie just hates carrots. That’s why she ran off to find cookies and get away from the infirmary.” He finishes.

Aggie buries her head in Bruce’s neck in shame. “Carrots are soggy.” She mumbles.

“But they are good for you and the doctors are trying to help you.” Phil continues understanding her mumbles.

“Shots hurt and I don’t like them. I got a lots at the other place.” She lifts her head up with her eyes wet with tears.

“No one here is trying to hurt you like the other place. We are not them. Quite the opposite actually. The man you bit fights Hydra agents with the woman you kicked in the face.” Phil adds.

“I don’t want to be here. It’s scary, too many people, and pointy things.” Aggie uses Bruce’s sleeve as a tissue.

Bruce doesn’t care about the snot just places his hand on the back of her head as she snuggles back into him tired.

“We have more important issues than her taking a mother-fucking nap.” Fury states.

“He said a bad word.” Aggie looks up at Bruce.

“I know.” He nods.

“Nap.” Aggie confirms.

“Nap is not a bad word.” Bruce corrects.

“It is to me.” Aggie yawns.

Tony bites his lip to keep from laughing while thinking I like her, we should keep her. Wait am I getting sappy. Damn it Bruce, he’s domesticating me.

“Come on Aggie.” Phil said opening his arms.

Aggie sleepily clings to the man wiping her grape juice stained mouth on his jacket.

Bruce opens his book to read but then closes it. He turns on his side and can see Tony brushing his teeth and the bathroom. “Tony, can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.” Tony continues brushing.

“Have you ever thought of adoption?” Bruce asks.

Tony chokes on his foaming toothpaste and stutters out a “ What?”

“Adoption, she can’t just live in the infirmary.She needs a Dad or two, stuffed animals, crayons.”

“How do you know she wasn’t getting that with Phil?”

“She’s sleeping in a hospital bed, Tony, getting her blood tested every three hours by scientist. She’s a lab rat to them.”

“And..”

“I’ve been a lab rat Tony, it’s not as fun as it looks and I choose to do that. She didn’t.”

“Bruce we should think this through.”

“You’re normally the impulse problem one. Why are you hesitating?”

“Because.”

“Nightmares.” Bruce says suddenly.

“No I haven’t been have any recently.”

“Not you, her. If Aggie has a nightmare and tells someone. She gets hooked up to a machine to watch her brain. When you have a nightmare, I’m with you.” Bruce cuts off the lamp.

“I don’t think I’d be a good dad.” Tony admits in full darkness.

“If you keep your hands off her throat you’ll be loads better than mine.”

“Bruce I am being serious.” Tony says.

“So am I.”

The silence sets in cementing one thing: Agatha would be a Stark very soon.

#bruce banner x tony stark #little miss hydra #there will be more science husband and family #this is just the beginning #Fury is now forever Patches to me #Agatha Stark #Little Aggie #I hate cooked carrots as well #Coulson is alive and well #he's also been putting his supernanny binging to use

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