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rooberrystar · 4 years

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I started watching My Hero Acedamia so here’s a hot new mha x critical role crossover nobody but me asked for cause I had a brainwave and I will stop making crossover aus when I’m dead

The mha au Mighty Nien

Fjord

Quirk: Ukatoa

Ukatoa is a dark shadow like entity but more aloof evil and controlling of fjord. It can give fjord abilities by acting through him briefly (when this happens his eyes glow and he secreats seawater

As he gets more powerful and a big problem fjord shoots him self with a quirk eraser bullet killing the beast or at least banishing it. He is then quirkless and given a sword and training to keep doing cool stuff

Essek

Quirk: Gravitation

Can alter gravity’s effect on a thing or person he can see to make them heavier, lighter, weightless or so dense it implodes on itself tiny black hole style though that takes a ton of energy

Jester

Quirk: Imaginary friends

Can bring imaginary friends that she draws and personifies to life and summon them to the real world. Making them physically able to interact with the real world takes a lot more energy than just having them visible to the world (she can make them visible to only her as an energy saving alternative)

He can fuel and power her quirks ability by eating sweets

Her imaginary friends include the traveler(her first friend) her army of hamster unicorns and her giant lollipop, which now has sentience, googley eyes and a thirst for bloodshed

Beau

Quirkless

Can throw a real good punch and we’ll trained in hand to hand combat, trained with monks and learned marshal arts of far before quirks began manifesting

Caleb

Quirk: Transmutation

Can change the appearance, abilities and qualities of any creature or object including himself as long as he knows the molecular structure and such of the thing really well, he uses this to shift into animals and shift his cat into other creatures

(His signature move is transmuting the water or air in/around something into an incredibly reactive element to set things on fire instantly)

Caduceus

Quirk: Heal/decay

Can rewind life’s effect on cells to undo/heal an injury or fast forward the decaying process on a dead body he needs to do equal amounts tho or he runs out until he can even it out

Kiri

Quirk: Mimicary

Can mimic any sounds she hears including speech

She is nonverbal except using her quirk

She also has a blackbird appearance from her parents quirk

Yasha

Quirk: Thunder wings

Can sprout wings that can summon thunder and scare people, wings gain feathers based on her mental state or mood and having feathers means she can easily fly and carry more in the air but having less feathers allows her to make foes afraid of her

Nott/Veth

Invisible hands

Can summon spectral invisible silent hands that can steal things real easily, can hold a falling person to make them fall slower and can cover her up making her invisible. Only her and her close friends and loved ones can see the hands (to semi quote a friends d&d moment((thanks @sleebyfrogs )): “I see the weird floating hands. #squadgoals”

Mollymauk

Quirk: Blood magic

Can use his blood to produce various effects (basically most blood hunter stuff) wip

Frumpkin

Quirk: Cat

He is a cat

Imagine walking into your 4 or 5 year old child only to find out he is a cat

Shits wild dude

That’s a whole cat right there

Frumpkin is a person who is in the body of a cat and lived most of his life as a cat but was once a human so he is smart as an uneducated human and can understand human speech and instructions

The Ruby of the sea

Quirk: ambience

She can create visual and auditory effects like dimming lights, illusion decorations and voice amplifying

I live for this shit!

Extra things

- when fjord loses his powers Beau takes him under her wing and trains him to fight without a quirk (workout training couch bearagard) team quirkless for life!

- The m9 are not with the hero guild or league of villains but do their own thing for their own reasons

- Frumpkin likes most things about being a cat but is still a person, he likes Caleb cause he makes sure he is treated and talked to nicely and with respect while still giving him those good good scritches he loves so much

- Frumpkin acts and thinks like a cat cause cat instincts are part of the deal

- Caleb and Esseks quirks rely on science knowledge and understanding to work and have had to work and study real hard to use it. Jesters quirk baffles them both big time

- Only Caleb knows about Frumpkin. Everyone thinks he’s just a super intelligent cat on whos behalf Caleb gets very defensive

- Beau seeks to uncover the corruption of the hero agencies

- ⚠️spoiler alert⚠️ Essek did some shady stuff with the lov for science knowledge

- Fjords quirk manifested once as a kid and scared the shit out of some bullies and then fucked off for the rest of his life except sometimes making him sleepwalk and have ocean dreams that have him spit up salt water. When he nearly drowned when his ship got wrecked it awakened something and ukatoa saved him and stuck a weird deal fjord doesn’t remember and now is more present

- The Nien are all human and traveling around on various dangerous missions and objectives and do their glorious thing

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poorlytunedukulele · 3 years

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Day 28 - Vision

Sometimes Azra dreams her own dreams. They are fairly normal as dreams go: common ones like driving a Sparrow whose breaks won’t work properly, getting into a Crucible match to realize she’s forgotten all of her guns, bits of memories smashed together in colorful jumbles. She has nightmares, too, drowning in Darkness and torture and death. She doesn’t remember much, even when she does stay in her own head.

But most of the time she does not. She will one day learn this is a very stereotypical Arcstrider trait. They are wanderers by nature, constantly moving, and this includes their sleeping hours. So more often than not she is somewhere else. She walks the plain with the dark tower and the sunset-fractals on the ground. She passes through scenes she does not belong in, noting familiar faces, experiencing odd sensations of worlds not perceived by her own brain. She remembers these even less than her own dreams.

But she also intimately knows the Void. So sometimes when death weighs heavy on her, on days that are worse for whatever reason, she goes even farther, in places not reality but certainly not dreams.

You sit on your cliff with the sun setting in front of you, the clouds shifting in the sky above you, and the sea crashing below you. The sun burns Solar and the lengthening shadows it casts shimmer Void. The wind hums electric on your tongue. It ruffles your hair and spreads out your cloak like an old friend. Grass and moss dot the cracks in the rock but for the most part the cliff is bare. It is that magic inbetween time right before sunset when the light is golden and smooth. The sea breeze is a caress against your skin. The waves roll in and out, the sound of their breaking ringing like laughter. It will rain tonight, you know. But this place is not tonight, it is right now, when you can smell the salt in the air and feel the grit in between your fingers.

The air here is dry without being thirsty, carrying the scent of woodsmoke and creosote. The ground is broken. The shadows cast by the half-moon are sharp-edged. You skirt them superstitiously, worried that they might cut you. Fractured boulders sit at odd angles, almost like someone scattered them from above instead of pushing them up from below. It’s easy to feel tiny here. But the stars do twinkle friendly behind the intermittent clouds, and Andal Brask’s campfire is warm and welcoming. He sits beneath one of the stone buttresses and makes jokes about you haunting him. You talk (about what, you can never remember). You can feel comfortable here if you settle your nerves.

Wei Ning stands on a plain of yellow grass that sways in the wind. It is either late morning or early afternoon by the angle of the sun, and the sky is clear and so blue it almost hurts. Stormclouds loom over the mountains in the distance, but here and now the weather is good. The grass is only knee-high, and beneath it the earth is hard and thirsty. Wei Ning fights. Of course she fights. The enemies come in waves that crash against her fists, leaving neither the stain of blood nor the scar of bodies when they are defeated. There is energy in the air. Wei Ning laughs, and thunder booms in the distance.

You’re on the moon. The stars pierce the black velvet of the sky, cold and hard and brilliant. The ground is lumpy and uneven, but largely flat. The shadows are impossibly dark, the lunar dust almost blindingly bright. There is very little cover here, which leaves you feeling a bit unnerved and jumpy. Pahanin doesn’t spend too much time in this place. He says he likes to wander a lot because he doesn’t like being alone. Despite the feeling that something is about to leap out at you (from what cover, you do not know), this place does feel lonely. Desolate. Sometimes you can get him to sit down for a bit and you talk. It’s nice. A perfect marble of blue and white sits on the horizon, a promise of home.

Kabr is not here. He wasn’t, and never will be.

You know this place in the living world. It’s different here. Fellwinter Peak is devoid of its Iron Temple or cable cars. It’s not snowing so much as the wind is hurling flakes of ice and sleet from place to place. The cold air snaps with cynicism. The sky fades to mist overhead. Lord Fellwinter stands there, arms crossed, unmoved by wind or ice. He gives no thanks for his rest here, but you think he appreciates what you’ve done. There is a brazier on the peak behind him, the fire burning bright despite the weather and the tired look in his optics.

Puck lies in a boat on a small lake. The summer sun beats down, filling you with easy warmth. This place is rich with life. Water bugs skitter across the surface of the lake and fish dart by below. The buzz of cicadas fills the air. At the edges, lily pads and cattails thrive. Red-wing blackbirds perch on the stalks and compete to see which one can sing the loudest. The forest beyond is dark and cool and mysterious. Puck will demand you lie down with zir and cloud-watch. If you do, ze will weave you stories from the air. You wonder at the impossible shapes the clouds make. The smell of the lake is strong but not unpleasant.

Jolder is in a field of flowers in the shadow of a huge iron mountain. The flowers are rich blues, reds, and yellows. You can never stay here for more than a moment, but she thanks you anyway. The sky is a light gray.

You know this place too. Dwindler’s Ridge always seemed oddly empty to you in the living world. Despite all the myth and legend, it was just a place. Now, you can feel the sense of justice pulling like north pulls a magnet. A sense of things set right. You wonder how Jaren Ward knows this place; it only comes into his story after he’s gone. The sun is high and the earth is baked dust. It’s hot, but it’s a dry heat. You sit with Jaren and your feet dangle off the sheer, wind-eaten slope. It’s impossible not to draw some inspiration from the man. His every gesture is balanced in this world. No regrets, or remorse, or things left unsettled. He is bright and untarnished as gold, as well-worn steel. You notice his gun is not at his hip.

The air is clean but has a bite. You stand on a gravel-bar in some northern river. Therin Vai stands a few meters into the current and twirls a long pole made of ash. His lure flits across the surface of the river. You don’t think he’s going to have much luck catching trout, but you don’t think he cares that much. You’ve found a lot of people who go fishing don’t do so for the fish. The river sings over stones, crystal clear and shockingly cold. Hardy pines cover the ground outside of its reach, doing the laborious work of turning hard rock into more welcoming soil. This place is not tamed and never has been, even by stubborn trees. Their trunks are sparse. Therin’s rod hums as he casts again, carefully maneuvering his fly so it doesn’t hit you.

It's on a beach at night. The waves break softly against the sand, creating a pleasant background of white noise. A crescent moon sits just over the horizon. It seems to suck the light from the sky instead of providing it. The stars shimmer overhead, somehow seeming close and intimate, as if you listened hard enough you could hear their whispered secrets. Their light reflects off the calm waters. To the right, there are dunes, held together with sparse grass, forming a ten-foot tall bluff. To the left, there is the ocean. Tevis Larsen walks between them, in the place that is neither land nor sea, where the damp sand is somehow more supportive than dry or wet. He paces the shoreline or sits on top of the bluff where stone or driftwood provide a sure place. The two of you don’t talk, the silence in the air like a spell nobody wants to break. You don’t need to speak, anyway, to understand.

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#destcember #destcember2020 #destiny #destiny the game #do you have to tag people if they're dead?#better be on the safe side #andal brask #wei ning #pahanin #lord fellwinter #lady jolder #jaren ward #therin vai #tevis larsen

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mneiai · 5 years

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Ridiculous ASOIAF theory: D+J=E

I wrote this for r/pureasoiaf but figured I’d post it here, too lol

Months ago I had been talking to someone on the sub about how obviously anyone could be a hidden Targaryen, including Euron. Then at 4am when I couldn't get to sleep one night wrote up most of this. Again, and I cannot emphasize this enough, I wrote this at 4am.

This theory explores Prince Duncan Targaryen (the Prince of Dragonflies) and Jenny of Oldstones as the parents of Euron Greyjoy. Or D + J = E.

How:

Prince Duncan died at the Tragedy at Summerhaul and Jenny's fate is unknown, though it is implied she died. The event at Summerhaul was meant to bring dragons back into the world and at least two Targaryens died, if not many more.

"...the king summoned many of those closest to him to Summerhaull....It is unfortunate that the tragedy that transpired at Summerhaul left very few witnesses alive, and those who survived would not speak of it." (AWOIAF)

The woods witch, who likely was a Child of the Forest or a close descendant of them, saw Jenny as her friend, perhaps one of her only friends.

"A woods witch?" Dany was astonished. “She came to court with Jenny of Oldstones. A stunted thing, grotesque to look upon. A dwarf, most people said, though dear to Lady Jenny, who always claimed that she was one of the children of the forest.” (ADWD)

Knowing that Summerhaul would end in the death of Prince Duncan, the woods witch used the great magical energy of the event and the sacrifice of not just people with king's blood, but a king himself, to try to save Prince Duncan for Jenny.

However, as magic is unpredictable and weaker at the time, and hers (the magic of the Children) may be at odds with the Valyrian magic that Aegon V was attempting, instead of saving Prince Duncan and Jenny, she saved a piece of both Prince Duncan and Jenny--their unborn child.

Euron was most likely born and/or "conceived" on Pyke, a place that is so old no one knows who originally built it (AWOIAF) and is the location of the Seastone Chair, a throne of unknown origins made out of a mysterious oily black stone. There is magic in Pyke, magic perhaps powerful enough and unused enough to be tapped into.

As the magic of Valyria and the Children mixed, it needed an outlet, somewhere where both could exist simultaneously--such as where fire and ice can be tempered by water.

Euron Targaryen:

Age: Euron was born sometime between 256 and 268. The Tragedy at Summerhaul was in 259.

While we don't know Jenny's age, Duncan would have been in his late 30s and since there is no mention of her being excessively old and given the very young age of marriage for girls in Westeros, Jenny was almost certainly younger than that. Which means they were both likely capable of having children.

Appearance: Euron is referred to as pale and handsome, with dark hair.

In the official artwork of Prince Duncan, he is depicted as having inherited his mother's darker hair. And Targaryens are often considered good looking (a whole string of descriptions going back to Aegon I has them ranging from handsome to otherworldly beauties) and are associated with paler skin (a typical Valyrian feature found in Targaryens and Velaryons).

We are never told the skin tones of the other Greyjoy brothers, which implies that Euron’s skin tone in particular has some significance. We are also shown that almost all Greyjoys except Euron have two black eyes.

Euron also notably has one blue eye and an eye covered by a patch said to be black--Shiera Seastar, a Targaryen bastard, whose name itself means “Star of the Sea,” is one of the most famous figures in Westeros to have heterochromia, or two different colored eyes.

Tyrion Lannister, another infamous “Hidden Targaryen,” whether from A+J or from D+D, is the other.

Personality and Interests:

Many of the people who know Euron consider him strange and mad (in basically every book he's mentioned in)--Jenny of Oldstones was considered both "strange" and called "half-mad" by the locals who knew her (AWOIAF).

She was suspected of being a witch, put a great deal of emphasis on her First Men blood, and was good friends with that prophecy-making woods witch who became the Ghost of High Heart.

Euron dabbles in magic and is especially interested in clairvoyance, as he has consumed enough shade of the evening to stain his lips blue, a feature found in warlocks.

Aeron and Victarion think that the blood of their parents "went bad" in Euron...but what if, in truth, he had none of their blood at all?

"In him our father’s blood went bad.” “Our mother’s blood as well.” (AFFC)

Euron has many personality traits in common with notable Targaryens. Like many of them, including Jaehaerys I, he believes himself to be more godlike than other men. He also is obsessed with conquering Westeros, as Aegon I and his sisters were. (AFFC)

"We are the ironborn, and once we were conquerors. Our writ ran everywhere the sound of the waves was heard....I say we take it all! I say, we take Westeros." (AFFC)

The only person in history thought to have gone to post-Doom Valyria and survived was Aerea Targaryen (F&B), obviously someone with the blood of the dragon. But Euron supposedly also made a journey to Valyria and came out alive, in fact in much better condition than Aerea.

But Aerea had been completely unprepared for the journey--she didn't have supplies or anything for it--whereas Euron knew where he was going and was ready for it. If having the blood of Old Valyria can keep someone from being killed in Valyria, then perhaps having that blood and being prepared, and having some knowledge of magic and the like, can have someone survive and be relatively healthy after.

Associations:

Euron is also associated with crows--he's called the "Crow's Eye" (or “Euron Croweye”) because of his black eye and in a dream of the woods witch it's thought he appears as a "drowned crow with seaweed hanging from his wings."

Brynden Rivers, a Targaryen bastard also known as Bloodraven, was a brother of the Night's Watch, who are called crows by the free folk, and is thought to be the Three Eyed Crow that appears to Bran Stark and Jojen Reed in their dreams.

Many people theorize that Euron is a warg, which is a power associated with the Children and those First Men who interbred with them (Starks, crannogmen, etc). There are also popular theories that Euron was either a former student of Bloodraven or has been in contact with him somehow.

If Euron is a Targaryen born into such unique circumstances, Bloodraven may have chosen to watch him and pay greater attention to him, the way it is sometimes implied he has been watching and influencing Jon Snow (through Ghost, Mormont's raven, and other methods).

Specifically, Euron seems to talk about flying in a way that is similar to Bloodraven (and may even reference Bran's accident):

“When I was a boy, I dreamt that I could fly,” he announced. “When I woke, I couldn’t... or so the maester said. But what if he lied?” ... "Perhaps we can fly. All of us. How will we ever know unless we leap from some tall tower? No man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap." ... Do you dare to fly? Unless you take the leap, you’ll never know.” (AFFC)

It seemed as though he had been falling for years. Fly, a voice whispered in the darkness, but Bran did not know how to fly, so all he could do was fall. ... “I can’t fly,” Bran said. “I can’t, I can’t …” How do you know? Have you ever tried? ... “I want to learn magic,” Bran told him. “The crow promised that I would fly.” ... “Old Nan says the children knew the songs of the trees, that they could fly like birds and swim like fish and talk to the animals,” Bran said. (AGOT)

Euron's personal heraldry also features crows and a red eye--Bloodraven is albino with red eyes. Almost as though he's referencing--honoring? mocking?--his some-greats uncle.

Duncan is called the Prince of Dragonflies, and dragonflies are associated with galleys (ships):

Two galleys had come out to meet them. They seemed to skim upon the water like dragonflies, their pale oars flashing. (AFFC)

Which in turn have been associated back with crows and Euron’s own ship in the same book:

The ship was Blackbird, the largest of the Watch’s galleys. (AFFC)

And then he saw her: a single-masted galley, lean and low, with a dark red hull. Her sails, now furled, were black as a starless sky. Even at anchor Silence looked both cruel and fast. (AFFC)

Future Moves

Dragons:

Euron is, quite possibly, attacking Oldtown or has hired a Faceless Man to infiltrate The Citadel in order to claim the hidden book Blood and Fire or the Death of Dragons (too many theories/threads on this to reference any one lol).

There is a lot of speculation of what exactly can be found in this book, but if it is magic of Old Valyria it may specifically appeal to someone of Targaryen blood--could it, perchance, answer the question as to why the dragons died out? Could it be used by someone with blood of the dragon to learn how to bring more dragons back? Or could it contain the horrific blood magics that might have been used to create dragonriders in the first place?

Finally, there is Jaime's dream about the deep, which many people associate with what Euron may or may not be doing:

"Below the earth his doom awaited, he knew with the certainty of dream; something dark and terrible lurked there, something that wanted him. Beware the water, he told himself. There may be creatures living in it, hidden deeps..." "

“Tell me, Jaime. What lives here? What lives in the darkness?”

“Doom.” No bear, he knew. No lion. “Only doom.”" (TWOW)

Doom...as in the Doom of Valyria? Which could have very likely been brought on by the Valyrians themselves? If Euron is planning some large event, a Doom-level catastrophe could be it.

Or perhaps he seeks a type of dragon that even his Valyrian ancestors had not tamed, to kill krakens and torment islands, and show that even kings and gods need fear him, using the knowledge of the magic of the Iron Islands and Sunset Sea and his dragonlord blood.

Nagga had been the first sea dragon, the mightiest ever to rise from the waves. She fed on krakens and leviathans and drowned whole islands in her wrath, yet the Grey King had slain her and the Drowned God had changed her bones to stone so that men might never cease to wonder at the courage of the first of kings. Nagga’s ribs became the beams and pillars of his longhall, just as her jaws became his throne. For a thousand years and seven he reigned here, Aeron recalled. Here he took his mermaid wife and planned his wars against the Storm God. From here he ruled both stone and salt, wearing robes of woven seaweed and a tall pale crown made from Nagga’s teeth. (AFFC)

Daenerys:

Like Targaryens of the past, Euron is interested in marrying his possible-relative, Daenerys. And, contextually, they have a few things in common.

Notably, Daenerys has many dreams of flying and madness, as well.

Once I dreamed of flying, she thought, and now I’ve flown, and dream of stealing eggs. That made her laugh. “Men are mad and gods are madder,” she told the grass, and the grass murmured its agreement. (ADWD)

Flying, she thought. I had wings, I was flying. But it was only a dream. (AGOT)

They are both also associated with storms in the text. Daenerys is "Stormborn" and Euron is called a storm:

Aeron thought, and now the storm is coming, a storm such as these isles have never known. ... Aeron tugged his beard, and thought. I have seen the storm, and its name is Euron Crow’s Eye. (AFFC)

And as shown in the Nagga quote above, the Grey King, the early ruler of the Iron Islands and worshiper of the Drowned God, had his greatest enemy in the Storm God.

In ADWD, when Daenerys is alone, she twice specifically mentions the presence of dragonflies, the symbol of Euron’s father. Including in a possible hallucination/vision:

...all she saw was trickling brown water … and the grass, still moving slightly. The wind, she told herself, the wind shakes the stalks and makes them sway. Only no wind was blowing. The sun was overhead, the world still and hot. Midges swarmed in the air, and a dragonfly floated over the stream, darting here and there. And the grass was moving when it had no cause to move.

Euron and Daenerys are also both indirectly (or more directly, depending on one's perspective) responsible for the deaths of their older brother.

Daenerys, of course, is threatened by Viserys and then as Drogo has him killed, she watches, "curiously calm" (AGOT).

Euron appears on the Iron Islands, despite his banishment, the very day after Balon's death. It is very likely he had a Faceless Man kill him.

"Was the storm raging when he fell?” Aeron demanded of them. “Aye,” the youth said, “it was.” “The Storm God cast him down,” the priest announced. For a thousand thousand years sea and sky had been at war. From the sea had come the ironborn, and the fish that sustained them even in the depths of winter, but storms brought only woe and grief. (AFFC)

This quote also shows a dichotomy between the sea and sky: The Iron Born are the sea, but the sky (and storms) are...something else. Euron is not of the sea, he is of the sky. He is not a Greyjoy, he is a Targaryen.

TLDR; Since anyone can be a secret Targaryen, I posit that Euron Greyjoy, who has contextual connections to the magic of the Children and an obvious interest in Valyria, is in fact the son of Prince Duncan and Jenny of Oldstones and give a bunch of ridiculous reasons why.

#asoiaf #euron greyjoy #ridiculous fan theories #my stuff #long post #i mean hopefully not bc hopefully the cut works across all platforms #but it's fucking tumblr

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a-butterfly-on-his-tummy · 6 years

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When All Else Fails

“Bug! Bug!” Ethan hands open and shut as he makes the clear sign he wants his sister. Grace’s sparkly pink headphones sit on her head of curls as she watches the latest Pixar movie, Edwin, a story about a baby penguin. She must have heard her name because she looks over at her brother, pulling her headphones off her ears and letting them rest around her neck.

“Hi Eth, wanna come to bug?” She holds her arms out to her brother, signaling to you she is ready for you to pass the chunky 18 month old boy across the section between the two first class seats.

Ethan struggles hard against your arms, letting out a small fuss when you don’t allow him to go to his sister.

“Not now, Gracie! He will be all over the place. But thank you for being a helper.” You say to your daughter. The flight from London to NYC is long, but an hour into the flight from NYC to LA, and you and Harry are both exhausted.

Little monkey pants decided he didn’t want to sleep, and was either crying, climbing, fussing, or wiggling throughout the entire flight.

“Five more hours to go.” You say under your breath, trying your best to stay calm and keep your frustration low.

“Mum, Eth can come sit and watch a movie with me!” Grace tries again, attempting to be helpful by offering her services as a certified big sis.

“It’s alright Gracie bug! Watch your show okay?” Grace shrugs her shoulders and places her headphones back on her head. You reach into the leather bag by your feet and pull out a red car, handing it to Ethan. He takes it in his hand, looks over it once and lets it fly. The car rolls down the aisle, making you groan in slight frustration.

“Time fo’ man time?” Harry looks up from his notebook, forehead crinkled with a question. You don’t speak, just nod. “Alright Stud, come to daddy!” Harry stands from his seat across the aisle, taking the little one from your arms. You mouth a silent thank you as Harry kisses your forehead and takes Ethan to his seat, sitting him on his lap.

“Alright buddy, can you see the clouds? Look out the window!” Harry’s voice comes off as overly excited as he attempts to sell this majestic view of the sky to his son.

“Vrmmm.” Ethan says, as he flies his hand through the air, mimicking an airplane flying through the sky.

“Is that like an airplane? Are we riding on an airplane?” Harry asks Ethan, who has now decided he is done looking out the window. Arching his back, he tries to slide out of Harry’s grasp. Pushing the air out of his mouth, a small frustrated whine escapes. This move is unexpected and Harry catches Ethan late in the game, but decides it’s okay if he wants to walk in the tiny pod space for a minute.

“He doesn’t want to stay still, does he?” You say to your husband, chuckling slightly, mostly because you are tired and also because you are amazed little Eth hasn’t fallen asleep yet.

“No, he doesn’t!” Harry laughs as he places his leg in such a way so Ethan cannot escape into the first class cabin. Ethan pushes his father’s leg, trying to get it to move, but Harry stands firm.

“Go da-da!” Ethan pushes hard again, wanting Harry to move. Ethan drops to the floor, thinking if he can crawl through the hole he can escape the trap Harry has created. As Ethan presses forward, Harry moves his leg back, trapping him in once again. “No da-da!” Ethan starts to cry. Frustrated that he cannot get out of this small contained space. “Bug! Da-da! Bug!” Ethan points towards Grace, indicating that he wants his 6 year old sister. Grace looks up from her coloring book and makes eye contact with Harry.

“Ethan can come color with me!” Grace is excited to show her parents that she can help with him too. “Come on Eth! You can sit by me!” Grace pats her seat, hopeful her parents will give in and let her try.

“Grace, he is a lot to handle right now. I’m sorry!” Harry says, blocking his son again with his leg as Ethan lets out a loud wail.

“Come ‘ere!” Harry lifts him up onto his lap, and motions for a toy. You hand him a book full of touch and feel animals. “Look Stud, daddy sees a soft kitty!”

“Titty!” Ethan is distracted by the book, petting his stubby fingers against the fur on the kitty on the page. “Da-da, titty!” Ethan’s smile creates mini crinkles by his eye as he points towards the cat.

“Yes. Kitty!” Harry grabs Ethan’s wrist, moving his whole hand across the picture, petting the cat. Turning the page, Harry continues to distract. “Let’s see, can yeh find the porcupine? It’s spiky!” Harry takes Ethan’s hand in his and touches the spikes on the back of the animal.

“Ow!” Ethan pulls his hand back, not liking the pokes. He inches his hand close to the picture again, thinking it will feel different this time. Once again the pokes slightly prick his finger. “Ow ow ow!” Ethan says. “Diss?” Holding his finger up to his daddy’s lips, Harry gives him a kiss and they turn the page.

Harry is able to distract Ethan for about thirty minutes, exploring the different animals and textures they have to offer. The air hostess brings around snacks and Ethan is happy to eat some goldfish crackers. After his crackers are all gone, the exhaustion hits him hard.

“Maybe try singing to him; that might help.” You say, looking over at your husband helplessly. Ethan is bawling and nothing is working; he doesn’t want to be held, but when Harry puts him on the ground he cries to be picked up. The sadness and pure exhaustion of being on an airplane for 10 hours has hit the poor little man and it hurts your heart.

“Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes and learn to see All your life You were only waiting for this moment to be free Blackbird fly, blackbird fly Into the light of the dark black night Blackbird fly, blackbird fly Into the light of the dark black night”

Harry’s voice is soft as he holds Ethan tight to his chest. Rocking softly to the beat, Harry attempts to calm the cries from his son. After multiple attempts, Ethan takes his burp cloth, chewing on the corner in an effort to calm himself down like he has done since he was three months old. His cries become softer as he listens to the deep, raspy melody coming from his daddy.

“Want me to hold him? We can watch a movie! You’ve had him for a while.” You say to your husband who looks absolutely exhausted. You still have about two more hours on this flight, and Harry needs rest before his big day at the Emmys tomorrow.

“Sure! Wan’ to go to mumma?” Harry looks down at Ethan whose cries are now soft whimpers, but is holding strong on his commitment to not sleep. Kissing his son’s forehead, Harry stands up and places him in your arms. You find the movie Cars and place a pair of blue wireless headphones on his ears.

Cuddling in close with your baby, you close your eyes, hoping he will watch the movie and maybe give into his fatigue. His body cuddles close as he chews quietly on his burpee, eyes glued to the screen.

Your body doesn’t hold out for very long, and soon you are asleep holding your baby boy. Grace looks over at her daddy, noticing his snores from across the airplane. She moves her head to her mumma who has her eyes closed and looks like she is sleeping. Ethan makes eye contact with his sister. Looking across the way to the place he wanted to go all along.

“Eth, come to bug?” Grace’s voice is soft, but loud enough that Ethan hears what she is saying. Climbing across his mum, and over the consol that separates the two pods, Ethan reaches his sister’s arms, cuddling close.

“You want Bob?” Grace asks, holding up her stuffed sheep. Ethan grabs the sheep from her hands and pulls it close to his body, taking the once in a life opportunity to hold his sister’s best friend. Grace pulls Ethan close to her, and places her blanket over both of them, cuddling her brother close. “Time to go sleep, okay?” Ethan looks up at Grace, his eyelids struggling to stay open.

“Now run along home, and jump into bed. Say your prayers. Don’t cover your head. There’s just one more thing I ask of you. You dream of me, and I’ll dream of you!” Grace finishes the goodnight song with a small tap on Ethan’s nose. His eyes finally give in as he falls asleep, cuddling next to his sister.

“Goodnight, Eth. Sissy loves you butterfly much!” She kisses his forehead and cuddles close. Closing her eyes, she falls asleep. The rest of the airplane ride is quiet as the whole Styles family has sweet dreams.

A/N: A huge and massive thank you to the best beta around. @whoopsharrystyles you deserve the world and I love you. Check out my Masterlist and Wattpad page. Thank you for reading, liking, reblogging, recommending and commenting. I love you all!

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sussex-nature-lover · 3 years

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Sunday 15th August 2021

Butterflies and Other Chatter

Most people seem to be reporting the garden feeders going quiet as birds finish their breeding season and the adults go into moult. Our feeders are still extremely busy with Blue and Great Tits, but also Great Spotted Woodpeckers, Blackbirds, House Sparrows and Starlings are here in big numbers. We’re missing our Chaffinch and haven’t seen many Dunnock of late, but Nuthatch, Goldfinch, Jackdaw and Robin are around, just spotted less frequenty. I’m sure I’m missing out loads more.

Did I say though that when we went up through the Hop Garden last week that it was strangely quiet of birdsong? not at all like it usually is. I mean I know the Swallows prefer the other side of the lane, near the water supplies and some migrants may be already making their way back, but the fields and hedges are usually full of noisy natives too. I have a few pics of that walk for my next entry here. It was a lovely day though and we saw lots of butterflies, which I’ll concentrate on today.

Red Admiral (Vanessa atalanta)

Do you know, I’m not sure I’ve ever captured a male Red Admiral, their upper stripe is true red, whereas the female has orange, which seems to be the case in all my photos.

UK Butterflies site says

This butterfly is primarily a migrant to our shores, although sightings of individuals and immature stages in the first few months of the year, especially in the south of England, mean that this butterfly is now considered resident. This resident population is considered to only be a small fraction of the population seen in the British Isles, which gets topped up every year with migrants arriving in May and June that originate in central Europe

Whenever we go that way we seem to see mostly Small/Large Whites or Red Admiral butterflies, which figures as they’re one of the most common types. The Red Admirals seem to follow us and I’m never quite sure if I’m photographing the same one! Most of them look rather dusty or rain battered too, but they’re a smashing splash of colour.

The Meadow Browns are smaller and much more discretely coloured - very delicate. We’ve seen quite a number of them, although they’re usually stationary with wings folded in, no matter how long I wait, which is frustrating sometimes. I just read that’s how they always rest (wings folded in) That reminds me of being told Elephants rest by standing still and raising one leg, I wonder if that’s an origin of the saying to take the weight off (your feet)? Seems likely.

Meadow Brown ( Maniola jurtina)

The Meadow Brown is one of our commonest and most widespread butterflies, and a familiar sight throughout the summer months. This species can be found in all parts of the British Isles, with the exception of the most mountainous regions and Shetland. This is a highly variable species with four named subspecies found in the British Isles, although the differences between them are often subtle.

Another orange and brown butterfly is the Comma, which has the very distinctive raggedy pattern to its wing edges.

Comma (Polygonia c-album)

The Comma is a fascinating butterfly. The scalloped edges and cryptic colouring of the wings conceal hibernating adults amongst dead leaves, while the larvae, flecked with brown and white markings, bear close resemblance to bird droppings.

The species has a flexible life cycle, which allows it to capitalize on favourable weather conditions. However, the most remarkable feature of the Comma has been its severe decline in the twentieth century and subsequent comeback. It is now widespread in southern Britain and its range is expanding northwards.

Small White (Pieris rapae)

It has brilliant white wings, with small black tips to the forewings and one or two wing spots. The undersides are a creamy white.

The Large White is similar but larger, and has a larger spot in the tip of the forewing that extends down the wing's edge.

I’ve got a few more Butterfly pics in my folder.

Holly Blue (Celastrina argiolus)

Wings are bright blue. Females have black wing edges. Undersides pale blue with small black spots which distinguish them from Common Blue.

The Holly Blue is easily identified in early spring, as it emerges well before other blue butterflies. It tends to fly high around bushes and trees, whereas other grassland blues usually stay near ground level. It is much the commonest blue found in parks and gardens where it congregates around Holly (in spring) and Ivy (in late summer).

The Holly Blue is widespread but undergoes large fluctuations in numbers from year to year. It has expanded northwards in recent years and has colonised parts of midland and northern England.

I think that photo was in our own garden.

Small Copper (Ycaena phlaeas) photographed at Standen

This little butterfly is commonly found in small numbers in a wide variety of sunny open habitats such as woodland rides, hills, commons and grassy coastal cliff tops.

Small numbers may also be attracted into gardens to nectar on a variety of flowering plants.

The males are restless, highly territorial and easily disturbed.

Both males and females are often seen basking on bare ground and nectaring on a wide variety of flowers such as knotgrass, fleabane, dandelion, buddleias and heathers.

During good summers in the British Isles there may be as many as three generations between April and October, with the last generation overwintering as a caterpillar.

Something I once found at home, which is apparently quite common, but I’ve only ever seen two, is this...

Aren’t they lovely.

White Ermine Moth (Spilosoma lubricipedia)

you can read about it at the wildlife insight page if you click the bold text above.

Now, above and below is a real quandary, for me at least. I’m far away from being any kind of bird or nature expert, I just live in the countryside and enjoy looking and learning. This butterfly on my camera roll has completely confounded me. It’s from an old camera back in 2019 and I’m struggling to identify it. I can’t remember taking it or where it may have been, on a local walk by the look of it, but I’ve honestly begun to wonder if I snapped it on the TV or my laptop screen, not that I can think why I’d have done that, but I can’t work it out at all, even searching for orange butterflies and moths worldwide.

I’ve narrowed down for comparison below, but not found any type of Butterfly with those regular dots on the upper wing like this one. Might it be some kind of Frittillary? No idea, all I know is it has the pearl edging of the Tortoishell and the dark with white patches and some of the round, dark markings of the Painted Lady, I just can’t find a definitive match - not so far anyway.

Internet sourced pics: Painted Lady above and Small Tortoiseshell below

If anyone can solve my mystery, let me know.

pdf identification of British Butterflies on This Link

OTHER GARDEN NEWS:

The third nest of House Sparrows has fledged, so the side nest box has gone very quiet, however, the open fronted nest box in the porch has subtle changes in appearance most days

We heard an awful lot of baby chirping this afternoon, my phone app said House Sparrows, but it was just generic chirping of nestlings I think. We watched for ages but saw no-one. It was hard to tell if the noises came from the box or the shrubbery just around the corner below. Watch this space - TBC.

WHAT MADE ME LAUGH TODAY? an excerpt in the weekly newletter from an author in France

When we first came to France, there were no gates to our garden, anyone could walk in – and they frequently did! One day Mark, my other half, was cutting the grass peacefully on our ride-on mower when a man driving past our house on a ride-on mower took a detour into our garden and started racing my totaly bemused husband. Up and down they went uttering not a word to each other. Le Mans it wasn’t, but they were both in it to win it. They raced with the speed of a pair of determined but geriatric snails, then the mysterious mower pulled away, raised a hand and disappeared back out of the gate.

Here are more of my photos on my other Tumblr page

#nature butterflies wildlife photography

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carolunea-matea · 6 years

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Put Me In Coach

Chapter Ninteen

Lunea looked in wonder at the man sleeping next to her. They stayed up talking until day break. About their old lives, about their new lives, about their love.

Negan had had to convince Lunea he meant it when he said he loved her.

“Ribbons, I loved my wife. I always fucking will. But that part of my life is over. I moved on a long time ago. She passed three years ago. Right before all this shit started. I think she would want me to be fucking happy. You make me fucking happy.”

She finally understood. It made her love him more. She grabbed the walkies and went into the bathroom.

“Alex, come in? It’s Lunea.”

“Yes ma’am, I’m here.”

“Any way we can get some blueberry pancakes and some coffee up here?”

“Absolutely, ma’am. Can I say something?”

“Go for it.”

“You were really amazing up there last night. And you’re right. Negan is harsh but fair. My sister and I would not have made it if we hadn’t found The Sanctuary. So, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Alex. And bring Jenny by my office before evening yoga. I have a birthday present for her.”

“I will ma’am! Thank you”

“See you in a bit.”

Lunea decided to take a quick shower before the food arrived. She turned the water as hot as she could stand it and climbed in. Pretty soon she was singing while washing her hair.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes and learn to see All your life You were only waiting for this moment to be free

Negan woke up and reached for Lunea. When he didn’t feel her he sat up. That’s when he heard her. He walked over to the bathroom and leaned on the door frame smiling.

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly Into the light of the dark black night Blackbird fly, blackbird fly Into the light of the dark black night Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise You were only waiting for this moment to arise You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Lunea turned off the water still humming. She pushed open the curtain and almost jumped out of her skin.

“Jesus Christ, Negan! Don’t do that!”

“I fucking forgot that you sing. That was fucking beautiful, princess.”

Lunea blushed, while grabbing her robe.

“Thanks.”

There was a knock on the door.

“Who the hell…”

“Relax, Negan, it’s Alex with breakfast.”

Lunea walked to the door.

“Thanks, Alex. I know you were probably getting ready to start lunch. We had a late night so we slept in and I’m sure Negan is starving!”

“It was my pleasure, Ma’am. We had Orange Juice, too so I brought you some. Good Morning, Sir.”

“You brought coffee, kid, I’m liking you more and more,” Negan grabbed his coffee and sat on the couch.

“Thanks again, Alex! I’ll see you and Jenny later.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Alex left looking as relaxed as Lunea has ever seen him.

“It may be time to give that kid a promotion. These pancakes are fucking incredible!”

“Mhmm. It would be nice for him to have an easier time with his sister,” Lunea added

“What do you think? Get them a two bedroom? We’ve got one near the office. Twenty extra points an hour?”

“That sounds wonderful, Negan! Maybe I can let them pick out some things for their new place? I really like those kids, Negan. He is only 17. They had it rough even before all this. Mom died in a car accident. Dad was a drunk. He’s been taking care of that little girl since she was a baby.”

“Well it is fucking settled then! I’ll get everything straightened out when we get to the office.”

Lunea smiled at him.

“I love you,” she kissed his cheek and went to get dressed.

“I love you, too, Ribbons.”

They walked down to their office hand in hand. Negan carrying Lucille and Lunea carrying her machete.

People walking past inclined their heads towards them both out of respect.

“We make a damn good looking couple, Ribbons”

She laughed as they walked into their office.

“Well, hello, Simon! Glad you made it back. Did Rick like his little gift,” Lunea practically snarled.

Simon laughed, “Oh he was beside himself. He thought Negan had done it. When I told him it was a tiny little thing of a female that did not appreciate some little bitch coming into her home to kill her leader, he turned white as a fucking ghost. I told him next time any of them step a toe out of line they have more than just Negan to worry about.”

Lunea and Negan laughed as they leaned their weapons against their desks.

“I see you’ve still got your new toy. I’ll send someone up to clean and sharpen it later if you’d like. Are you going to name it, too?” Simon asked.

“That would be great! I don’t know. Maybe? What does one name a machete?” Lunea laughed.

“Alright, Simon, we’ve got some things to discuss,” Negan interrupted.

They all set to work.

Hours later there was a knock at the office door.

“Come in!” Lunea called. She was so excited to tell Alex and Jenny the good news. Negan chuckled at her obvious excitement.

Alex and Jenny walked in the room shyly.

“Hey guys!” Lunea got up and sat on her desk.

“Few things today. First, Jenny, I know you just had a birthday. I wanted you to have these,” Lunea handed her a box.

The little girl opened it and pulled out a doll with pink ribbons in her hair along with different colored ribbons to change out and ribbons off her own.

“She is beautiful! And she has ribbons just like you! Thank you so much!”

The little girl gave Lunea a big hug.

“You are very welcome! Now, Alex. You have been amazing and they food you make is delicious. Negan and I discussed it and we have agreed that it is time for a promotion.”

Alex looked from Lunea to Negan as Negan stood up.

“Follow me,” he scooped Jenny up and walked out of the office down the hall past Lunea’s old room. When he got to the correct door, he unlocked it and pushed the door open before putting the little girl down.

“Welcome to your new room.”

Alex and Jenny walked in with their mouths hanging slightly open. Lunea and Negan grinned at each other.

“Th…this is ours?” Alex asked in disbelief.

“Yes and along with it comes a 20 point an hour raise,” Negan explained, “You’ve been doing a damn good job and we wanted to make sure to acknowledge it. Keep up the good work, kid.”

Negan nodded to Lunea and walked back to his office.

“Now, as my thank you for all your hard work, tomorrow morning the two of you will join me in the warehouse and we will get this place decorated. I have already asked Nick and Joey to bring your stuff up here for you. So you should have what you need for the night.”

“Can I hug you, ma’am?” Alex asked shyly.

“Only if you stop calling me ma’am,” she laughed.

Alex gave her a huge hug.

“This means so much to us. Thank you.”

“Family, Alex. I meant it. You two remind me of my cousins. It makes me happy to see you happy. Enjoy the space and tomorrow we go shopping!”

Jenny jumped up and down excitedly. Lunea gave them each one more hug before walking back to the office.

“That felt really good. Thank you, Negan.”

“I love seeing you happy, Doll. Now what do you say we go for a walk?”

“I love the sound of that.”

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requiescatinpacerp-archived · 6 years

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“Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly.”

Andromeda Tonks

Affiliation: Neutral

Age: Twenty-One

Availability: CLOSED

Faceclaim: Danielle Campbell

+ Protective + Affectionate + Cheeky - Analytical - Judgmental - Hesitant

Darkness seemed par for the course with the Black family. You were expected to be what a Black should be. Resolute, strong, beyond reproach and if anyone questioned you they were to be put down just as quickly. Andromeda began with questions, why did her father strike her when her step was just a little to the side? Why did her sister have to beg forgiveness on her knees with venom in her eyes? Why? Why must she speak quietly, allow the strike and cower behind her sister? Why must her sister bow her heard? As fierce and proud as she was. Andromeda would soothe her sister, touching her hair after sneaking her a sweets in the dark. She was not Bellatrix, the fierce one with the demon inside. The protective Queen of the manor, nor was she Narcissa, the flower of house Black. Stuck in the middle where she was nothing more than the middle child, the quiet one. The one who did as she was bid for fear of getting either her sisters hurt or harmed herself. The caregiver far beyond the time she should have been. She became a shadow or a ghost around the manor, though she would often abscond with Narcissa to fond some manner of fun beyond their dark and cold world. While the middle child was close to both of her sisters it was Narcissa that would demand her time for games and adventures.

Andromeda despite all of what was visited upon her was affectionate and incredibly resourceful in how she got away with her games, avoiding the eye of both of her parents more times than she could count on both hands. She was the useless child to her parents, not the boy her father longed for after the failure of Bellatrix being female and now her. Another useless progeny. But Bellatrix kept her safe as best she could something that Andromeda would always remember.

When her time at Hogwarts came she threw herself into it with abandon, she didn’t mind being sorted into Slytherin; though she was a hat stall between that and Ravenclaw. She was resourceful and she could manage to work through just about any problem cleverly, the hat believed that Slytherin would serve her best. Being away from home allowed her to make friends of her own, where the teachers actually enjoyed her cheek and she made friends outside of the very limited circle she was forced to deal with regularly. She found a sense of real freedom with her studies, with her life and somewhere beyond that fearful girl she began to shine. There was such a sense of life behind her eyes at school, something that was so neatly stomped down when she returned home for the holidays. Yet she found easily that she wanted more for herself, more for her life. Apparently the shine on her was noticed by her father, he promptly began to seek a suitable match for his no longer drab little girl.

It was fourth year that she met Ted Tonks. She didn’t pay him too much attention at first, he was handsome– wild eyed and they began to finish each other’s sentences in an odd way almost from the start. But she rebuked him, put him off. She couldn’t date, she wouldn’t date and if her sister found out that he even breathed in her general direction there would be trouble. They argued constantly, but she found a sense of ease in it. Like she could tell him anything. She gave him, for secret rendezvous and kisses, for the kinds of things she’d only imagined. But it wasn’t safe, and she couldn’t sign his death warrant for him. When she returned home for Christmas, high on a cloud of happiness the entire world shifted on his axis. She was going to be getting married after graduation. When she got back to school, she broke it off with Ted and she tried to make it hurt. She wanted him to hate her.

But this was Ted. They saw each other off and on over the next three years, she tried to keep herself away from him. Tried to keep him safe and even tried to hurt him so he’d stay away on his own. But he never went far and on the night of her graduation they finally pushd past that line. It was supposed to be goodbye. She was going to be marrying Lucius Malfoy. That was it. But she mad a horrifying discorvery soon after, she was pregnant.

Andromeda went through a few stages, fear, anger, denial, blaming but when she finally calmed down she made the realization that she wanted it. Wanted the child growing inside of her, the living proof of her love for a muggle born boy that made her laugh and rage in the same breath. She couldn’t take that baby into her parents home, she was sure it wouldn’t survive let alone herself. There were things that were far worse than death and she could see them all flash in front of her. So she made the decision to run, for herself, for her baby– for the life she could have.

She escaped taking little with her and talked to Ted. They planned to get married, planned to raise their child ogether. But he wanted to wait until they had the money and for the right time. She wanted to be able to fit into her dream dress. She might be willing to give up her world, her sisters and her life for Ted and their child but she wanted a proper wedding. Now she has her child, living with Ted in sin and she couldn’t be happier. Her career with the daily prophet is booming and while she knows that her sister’s love her and might accept her. She doesnt’ want to take the chance they wouldn’t.

TED TONKS: Husband - The love of her life, though she fought it tooth and nail. She wasn’t really sure about him at first, but she fell in love with him without realizing it was happening. With their baby and just life they at least have each other to hang onto through the world of darkness coming.

SIRIUS BLACK: Cousin - Since they’ve both been blasted off the family tree, they do tend to be close. Knowing what it is to be a Black and leaving is almost as bad sometimes as staying. She’s proud of Sirius for leaving, ultimately she believes that he can do better. She knows he’s struggling, so she tries to be avaliable to him.

NARICSSA MALFOY & BELLATRIX LESTRANGE: Sisters - Loving her sisters and being with them anymore is out of the questions. Since finding out she was pregnant, she knew that meant she would have to give up her life and the love of one if not both of her sisters. She loves them both deeply and knows she caused damage when she ran. But it was better the alternative.

POSSIBLE ALTERNATE FCS: Crystal Reed, Camilla Belle

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fearlesslyforeverand · 7 years

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Notes - Part 3/4 [Short-fic]

Summary: Blaine is co-captain of the Cheerios and lead-soloist of the Glee Club. Kurt is his crush. Kurt is the unique boy with big dreams. Blaine is his crush. The Unholy Trinity help Blaine to woo Kurt by leaving notes on his locker signed by B.

Warnings: fluff angst. My babies deserve everything so there’ll be a happy ending.

Words: 2354.

A/N: any feedback would be amazing!

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Part 1: You Think I’m Pretty Without Any Make-Up On

Part 2: I Kinda Be More Than Friends

Part 3: Who Thinks That You’re One of a Kind

Part 4: Now You Know How Happy I Can Be

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Who Thinks You’re One of a Kind

Kurt has had an amazing day so far. You look and sound like an angel. –B., was waiting for him as he opened his locker in the morning. The smile on his face had simply plastered itself there since then. He then proceeded to perform an amazing solo and get standing ovation from his peers. And now he’s going to the theater.

So to say he’s excited is a misunderstanding. This is still Lima, this is still no Broadway, but this is a theater. Presenting a musical.

Kurt is wearing a nice suit and he helped Carole in picking a dress. He even managed to get his dad and Finn in suit too (with less layers, but still a suit).

He is so happy.

***

Blaine wears a suit and a bowtie that matches the colors of the theater that night. His parents decided to pretend to be parents for Blaine and let him choose something for them to do.

It would have been nice if his mother had stopped talking on the phone with some friend and his father at least looked at him during dinner. But that doesn’t matter. Now he’s at the theater surrounded by lovers of theater and his parents can’t ignore him as they can’t talk.

Nothing can disturb his happiness, his excitement. Nothing.

And then he sees it. Or rather, he sees him. Blaine can barely believe his eyes but he’d recognize those eyes and that jaw anywhere. Kurt Hummel is there as well, sitting with his family a few rows upfront and at the other side of the theater.

He doesn’t stand up to say hi – he’s a gentleman that found a Glee colleague at the theater, he should talk to him, right? – because the lights are already diming.

Blaine’s beaming during the show. He’s not actually watching the show, no matter how much he loves the play and the music and environment. He can’t part his eyes from Kurt’s figure for the rest of the nigh.

***

When Kurt opens his locker the next morning, a note falls right into his hand.

I saw you at the playhouse. Missed the entire musical in favor of staring at you. I hope you loved what you saw as much as I did. –B.

***

“And he wears those jeans! They are so tight, so nice on him,” Blaine exclaims as he looks at Kurt standing in in line to get his lunch. The tight camo button-up that disappear into those amazing jeans that cling to his legs that run for miles and miles before reaching his boots. What a sight.

“I seriously wonder how he gets into those,” Quinn murmurs. “Tell him you like them. Next level of notes, Hummel.”

Blaine isn’t sure how that can help him but he’s sure Quinn would never do something to mess with hm about that. Which leads to: Is it still considered romantic if I write you notes about your sinfully delicious tight pants? –B.

***

Unfortunately, Kurt misses Glee practice a few days later. They are almost wrapping up with a final performance when Kurt strides through the auditorium doors in a beautiful black suit and red-shot eyes. He goes straight to the band and talks to them briefly before turning to the Glee club.

Upon being asked what happened, Kurt simply looks at each and every one of the faces around him and says, “It’s not nice to play with people’s feelings.”

Then the song starts.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take this broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

Kurt knew the notes were a joke. He knew from the beginning.

But why does figuring out that they were indeed fake hurt so much?

Karofsky is a bully. One that actually has a crush on Kurt. One whose full name is David Brandon Karofsky. B. One that kissed Kurt no even three hours ago saying he was the one sending the notes.

***

Of course, Kurt doesn’t tell anyone about Karofsky. He can’t, he is under a death threat.

His locker is now something he prefers avoiding.

He dreads opening his locker now, afraid there might be another note from his admirer, from Karofsky. And as much as he hates living his life in spite of others, he finds himself barely using his locker, always getting everything he needs at once at the beginning of the day and bringing everything back home with him at the end of the day.

The day after his version of Blackbird, there’s a note on his locker. Kurt quickly crumbles it and throws it out, wanting to pretend that never happened, never existed.

Blaine was walking with Sam down the corridor that day and he saw Kurt throwing his note on the nearest trash can without even reading.

It hurt.

Does Kurt get fed up with the secret thing? Did he figure it out? Does he not want Blaine?

So many thoughts run through Blaine’s head that he calls the Unholy Trinity to ask for advice.

“What did you do?” Santana asks as they meet at the bleachers, the top row.

“I don’t know.”

“Does he know it’s you?” Quinn asks, sitting next to him.

“I don’t know.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know.”

Turns out there is much they can do or even know, which leads to Santana’s last question.

“Did he read it?”

“No,” Blaine sighs and looks down.

“Then send it again.”

“What?” Blaine frowns his eyebrows.

“Send the note again. If he crumbles it again, we’ll take it from there. But now you need one last chance,” she explains.

Blaine slowly nods as Quinn and Santana smile.

The next morning, Kurt slowly unfolds the note and, fighting the urge to throw it out again, reads: Blackbird was beautiful. You move me. –B.

Someone owns him an explanation.

***

“You’re not B,” Kurt proclaims.

Karofsky slowly turns to Kurt in the locker room, which Kurt carefully chose to do this while empty. “What do you mean?”

“You’re not him,” Kurt says. “I know you’re not.”

Karofsky squares his shoulders and actually looks a few inches taller, but Kurt is past behind fearing that. “Prove it.”

“What was the last song I sang at Glee practice?”

“What?”

“In the last note, B mentioned the last song I sang in the auditorium,” Kurt took a few steps forward. “Which song was that?”

Karofsky slumps down and sighs heavily. He takes a few minutes to talk again.

“I’m not him.”

Kurt sighs in gratitude at the words, a small smile playing on his lips.

“I thought,” Karofsky started, “That if you thought I sent those to you… I don’t even know.” Kurt just let him gather himself enough to talk again. “I guess I thought that then you might forgive me.”

“After everything you’ve done?” Kurt can’t keep his snarky remark inside.

Karofsky closes his eyes, “I know and I’m sorry.” Then he turns to leave.

One thing still intrigues Kurt. “How did you even know about the notes? And about the signature?”

Karofsky turns back to him.

“Santana told me. She knows who’s actually sending you the notes.” He even smiled a bit, “I know too but I won’t tell you. Santana asked me not to. I’m sure you’ll like who it is, though.”

And then Kurt was left alone in the locker room.

***

“Nice, guys!” Mr. Shue claps as the New Directions finish the song. “I know it was a tough day and I’m proud of you all. Go home and rest, see you guys tomorrow.”

They are all trudge out the auditorium, Blaine staying behind to not let Santana scream at Rachel in Spanish for some bicker earlier that day, Quinn and Brit wait with them.

Blaine’s eyes catch something on one of the chairs from the auditorium. When he picks it up, he realizes it’s a scarf. A Mar Jacobs scarf. Kurt’s scarf.

Kurt left a few minutes ago, but he stayed behind to calm Santana down and not let her scream at Rachel in Spanish at the parking lot while Quin and Brit patiently waited for them.

Blaine carefully folds the scarf, runs to Mr. Shue’s office and writes a note before running to make to Cheerios practice in time.

***

As he is finally leaving school for the day with Quinn, Santana and Brittany heading to much needed milk-shakes, he says, “Wait, I have to do something.”

He proceeds to quickly write a note and fit it into Kurt’s locker before heading out with his friends.

I saw you forget your Marc Jacobs scarf in the choir room. Don’t worry, left it on Mr. Shue’s desk with a note saying ‘Property of Kurt Hummel’. –B.

***

Kurt can barely believe it when Mr. Shue comes to him with his scarf and a note the next day, a knowing grin on his face.

***

“Okay, Blaine,” Santana pointedly looks at him, “You have to be more certain. What if Kurt meets someone? If he’s stupid – which we know he isn’t –“

“He’s a unicorn,” Brit stage whispers.

“Yes, Brit-Brit. Kurt already knows who’s been sending him notes.”

“But if you don’t act and he meets someone he likes, will you be happy?” Quinn asks.

Blaine thinks for a second. A guy like Kurt could have anyone with his killing looks, amazing fashion sense and quick remarks. Anyone. Anywhere.

Blaine need to do something.

***

As Kurt opens his locker – if he does that as often as he could now it is just his imagination – and finds I don’t think I can stay away from you for much longer. –B, his heart somersaults.

***

“Alright, alright,” Mr. Shue smiles broadly as he walks into the choir room. “Who’s ready to know who will be our lead singers for Nationals?” he claps his hands as the Glee club hovers and whoops.

“We all know I will be singing at least one song, because of my terrific preparation and very theatrical voice.”

Some groans are heard around the room.

“You will be singing, Rachel, that’s true, be in a duet,” Mr. Shue says. She opens her mouth to protest, but he’s quicker. “All of our songs will be duets,” he informs. “Rachel and Finn will be singing one, Santana, Mercedes and Brittany will lead the second and for last but not least important…” he actually makes a dramatic pause, “Kurt and Blaine will lead our performance’s closure.”

***

I can’t wait to sing that duet with you at Nationals. –B. is found in Kurt locker the next morning.

***

“Does this mean the end of those?”

Blaine looks up from his place in choir room, sitting next to the window on the floor, to the voice. He closes the pocket watch in his hand and fits it into his messenger bag as he localizes Kurt standing next to the piano, a note in hands. The note.

“You found me,” Blaine smiles.

“Oh, I’ve known it was you for quite some time now,” Kurt says. He comes to sit next to Blaine. “But I thought it was a joke for some time,” he ducks his head. “Then I didn’t feel like you wanted me to know yet.”

Blaine chuckles.

“I wanted to woo you before I asked you out.”

“Why?” The confusion in Kurt’s voice is strong and makes Blaine turn his eyes back to him. “Why would you do that?” The taller boy’s expression indicates he doesn’t understand why Blaine would do anything for him; why anyone would do anything for him. His heart hurts a bit at the thought.

Blaine slowly - as if Kurt wants, he can stop the action – reaches out and takes Kurt’s hands in his.

“You’re so important, Kurt. You deserve so much more. You deserve the world. And I’d be so happy be the one to give you that.”

Kurt can’t speak and Blaine keeps talking.

“Kurt, there is a moment that you say to yourself, ‘Oh. There you are. I’ve been looking for you forever. Watching you do ‘Blackbird’ this week was a moment for me… about you. You move me, Kurt. And this duet will be the perfect excuse to spend more time with you.”

Kurt’s eyes are fixed on Blaine, whose gaze shifts from Kurt to their hands. He sees the moment those amber orbs flicker to his lips and he hopes his guess about what will follow is right.

Then Blaine leisurely half-rises from the ground and leans in and fits his mouth to Kurt’s in the gentlest of manners, they both fluttering their eyes closed at the same time. The shorter boy’s hand comes up almost immediately to cradle Kurt’s face.

Kurt inhales sharply; he can’t believe this is actually real. He’s had a crush on this boy since forever and now they are kissing. Kissing. His hand twitches open before the other comes up to rest against Blaine’s cheek.

Blaine pulls apart with a soft smack. He sits back on the floor and faces the taller boy. Then he remembers to take his hand off Kurt too, hoping to give Kurt some choice if he’s maybe paralyzed from disgust or annoyance and wants to dart away. Blaine can feel his own heart racing in his chest, thumping loudly in his ears and wonders if Kurt can hear it too.

Kurt’s own racing heart is taking almost all of his hearing. If his face weren’t so numb, he would be smiling.

Blaine suddenly chuckles and the taller boy comes out of his stupor to grin widely. Blaine’s hand fumbles around his face, nervousness showing underneath happiness. Kurt didn’t run away screaming. Progress! “We should – we should practice,” he mumbles, his smile so big.

Kurt huffs out a laugh, “I thought we were.”

And both boys surge forward to crash their mouths once again.

Blaine then remembers something and pulls back. Kurt quirks his eyebrows up in a silent question and see’s the shorter boy smirking.

“Oh. That was so not the last note,” Blaine says before letting Kurt close the distance between them once more.

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rilenerocks · 5 years

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One of the things I remember Michael saying to me on many occasions was that he thought I was the most singularly unchanged person that he ever knew. I was forever trying to decide if I should take that as a compliment or not. Since I was only 20 when we met, I figured that in the 46 years we knew each other he probably had a fair view of my behavior. In the end, I agreed with him and viewed “unchanged” not in a pejorative manner, but in a positive one. I’m consistent. My belief system has been in place for a very long time. Of course, I’ve grown, developed, evolved. But my core, my fundamental self is pretty much the same as it was when I was teenager. For people who know me well, that means I’m predictable. And complicated.

My brain speeds along at a rapid clip. I’m always processing. As yet, my motherboard hasn’t failed me. Which means nothing is ever just simple for me. I remember when I saw the movie, The Last Samurai. At a moment when the Tom Cruise character was getting his rear end kicked over and over during sparring practice, a friendly warrior came up to him, tapped him on the forehead and said, “too many mind.” I can relate. I’ve been working on slowing down and adopting practices that to help me

when my start spinning too fast.

I learned how to do revitalizing meditations to help me stay calm and cerebral when Michael was sick and needed my help. I have the Calm app on my phone and I use it regularly. I’m pretty zen when I swim. Still, a lot of my time is spent thinking, analyzing and considering, often about multiple topics simultaneously. It’s just how I roll. I think all this began when I was really young because I remember these same feelings and thoughts from my childhood.

And so it was on my long-desired trip to Glacier National Park, which in its essence was everything I dreamed of and more. I’ve been to a good number of national parks, Acadia just last month. Certain ones had more impact than others. I’ll never forget Bryce Canyon, Zion and Arches. I got to experience those with Michael which enhanced their majesty and spiritual power for me. Being on my own in Glacier, it was all about me, with my forever bond with Michael, tucked into my most interior self, like an extra vital organ. But I saw and felt Glacier through the lens I bring to everything, the one when I am simultaneously in my moment while my mind is zipping along, connecting that moment to how I perceive the world.

I went to Glacier by train which is a great way to travel and really see parts of the country that are off the main road and certainly hidden when flying. I spent almost all my waking hours staring out the window. I don’t want to miss anything. I’ve never tired of seeing cattle and horses, not since I was a little kid traveling up and back between Iowa and Chicago. On an overnight rail trip, there is so much more as you travel from state to state. I saw buffaloes and donkeys.

Numerous white tailed deer grazing and springing through the fields right next to the domestic animals. I saw a swift fox. I saw American white pelicans, great blue herons, American kestrels, a ring necked pheasant and lots of red winged blackbirds, mallard ducks and rabbits.

I saw fields planted with beans and wheat and other crops I can’t identify by sight.

The vistas are endless and impressive.

But I also saw small towns that looked economically ravished. Aging buildings and others that have already fallen. There’d be this gorgeous green landscape and suddenly piles of junked cars and garbage would appear.

The shabbiness was a stark contrast to the surrounding lush earth. And then came big sky. Endless miles of beautiful land, absolutely empty. In my mind I was envisioning herds of buffalo and tipis and the native people who made their lives here for countless years before being decimated by the relentless move west by settlers and power brokers. I’m sure that much of the land I saw was owned by big ranching concerns. But it felt so wrong. All the beauty tarnished for me. I can appreciate it but not without thinking of the cost to the people who lived here. Then the reservation appears.

The Blackfeet reservation is actually a conglomeration of tribes whose general name is Niitsitapi which means “the real people.” I saw buildings with the words “no meth” painter boldly across the walls. The very idea of reservations appalls me. Would you like to live with your people in a designated area? Me neither.

The Blackfeet tribe has rights to parts of Glacier National Park which include their most spiritual locations such as Two Medicine. Ceremonies are still performed there such as sun dances, while sweat lodges are built for the transitions and rituals of native life. I took a boat ride on Two Medicine Lake and went through their valley. You can feel a powerful spiritual presence there. I opened myself up to let it blend in with me and Michael and my own belief system. Certainly not the same as theirs but nonetheless connected if by nothing other than the surrounding natural majesty. The natives call some of the mountains the backbone of the earth. It’s not hard to understand why.

I stayed in East Glacier Lodge which is a beautiful old building with no televisions and sketchy internet. It lends itself well to getting in touch with what this place is supposed to mean to human beings. Their staff all seem to share a common attitude of preserving the nature of the park and its mystical energy. There are tributes to the natives throughout the lodge and the park although for me, it wasn’t enough. Keeping a piece of your ancestral land rings hollow to me. I saw a tall Native American man tending flowers at another lodge. He resembled Will Sampson who played the chief in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. He seemed to enjoy what he was doing and had positive interactions with a few people working with him. Maybe his life is happy. Maybe I’m the one with the problem.

Let me stop and say that I felt everything I hoped to feel at Glacier. As I stood before mountains that are estimated to be between 1600 and 800 million years old, I felt my smallness and the tiny place that I know I occupy, even when things feel huge. I felt the fabric of connection that still binds me to Michael and my love for the earth and its marvels. But then the guide told us that the remaining 20-odd glaciers are expected to be gone by 2030. Unimaginable. Was this destined to happen over a long period of time or isn’t it part of the upheaval we’re seeing all over the world. Climate change. I’ve heard all the arguments from people who say it’s been hot before, we’ve had hurricanes before, we’ve had fires before. Blah-blah-blah. Our planet is threatened. I have no doubt. Blazing hot temperatures in Alaska. Water supplies in India drying up. Europe sweltering. The hottest June on record. Ever. I’m not capable of simply enjoying my good fortune without thinking about all these frightening things. I’ll be dead before the worst stuff happens. But what about all the children and grandchildren? I have hope that brilliant people will find ways to turn some of this around. That we’ll stop burning fossil fuels. That we’ll get rid of plastic in the oceans. That a place like Glacier will still have snowy peaks in the summer. But to ignore it for my own mental well-being? No can do. I had the privilege of seeing so much wildlife in the park. I saw a black bear, a moose, long horned sheep, elk and mountain goats. They’re just doing their thing. But a lot can threaten the ecosystem that supports them and I worry.

Through the train window I saw the amount of flooding that occurred when the Mississippi overflowed its banks, not to mention the smaller rivers nearby. The wooded area and retaining ponds along the tracks are filled with mile after mile of algae bloom. That can’t be a good thing. As I watched animals drinking from this green pea soup I wondered about the chemical runoff from farms into the water table. Not to mention what can happen to people’s drinking water. Still thinking of Flint over here.

So yes, I am thrilled that I got to see this incredible wonder for what is likely the only time in my life. I think that inner city kids from everywhere should be brought on field trips to experience this magnificent place or others like it so they can make an early commitment to trying to rescue the earth and each other. I can’t go back and undo the genocide that happened long before I arrived. But I think it should be remembered and never ignored. Another thing Michael said to me frequently was this: “ Great. So as long as you know that somewhere someone might be having a problem or that there are systemic issues, you’re going to be bummed out. Living with you will sure be fun.” Well, we did have fun. But there’s more to life than that.

Overdrive One of the things I remember Michael saying to me on many occasions was that he thought I was the most singularly unchanged person that he ever knew.

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lauriekxller-blog · 7 years

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Laurie Keller Playlist ; I survived.

01. Little Bird | The Weepies

They tell me I'm crazy But you told me I'm golden

This song gives me so many Laurie vibes, and the two lines above are only a small example. In a way, this song relates to Laurie’s paranoia and how up until now she’s been considered the golden child of the community, yet she always had her doubts and suspicions. Now, in the hospital where she is safely protected from the community and the people there, it’s funny because she seems crazy to other’s in the hospital, especially with her irrational fear of someone from the community tracking her and her friends down and coming to take them all back. Now, in some ways, she’s even starting to question her own sanity, considering it’s like every other second she’s afraid of being plucked out of bed and dropped back into the prison esque gates of the community.

02. That Would Be Enough | Hamilton

The fact that you're alive is a miracle Just stay alive, that would be enough

Okay so, there was no way I could possibly ignore Hamilton from this playlist. I’m pretty sure only L knows this, but Eliza Hamilton is one of my key inspirations for Laurie Keller. Not only is Laurie a generally kind person and a freaking cinnamon roll just like Eliza, she is also incredibly strong. That Would Be Enough is basically the theme song for her relationship with Peter, especially because they’ve been through a lot with the Community, and now with Peter knowing that he has an estimated ten to fifteen years to live. Laurie’s trying to be an optimistic realist in this situation, and this song really demonstrates that side of her a lot, especially when she is with Peter. He’s the leader, but he also doesn’t want her to worry--which is very inevitable. And so instead of worrying about death and dying, this song sort of highlights the aspect of their relationship in the sense that they’ve both made it this far, and that right now the bes tthey can do for each other is just to be there. @peterwhitmanshrp

03. Half the World Away | Aurora

So here I go, I'm still scratching around in the same old hole My body feels young but my mind is very old

This song is a little bit in reference to the fact that Laurie is incredibly intelligent, even though she doesn’t necessarily get enough credit for her brains from anyone that isn’t Emma. That being said, Laurie herself doesn’t even know how smart she is. She loves to read, loves learning things, but I have it a sort of headcanon that she is actually much wiser for her age. But despite her acquired wisdom, she definitely feels like she’s stuck in some sort of hole, running in circles, unable to properly discover her full potential.

04. Lifeboat | Heathers the Musical

I float in a boat in a raging black ocean Low in the water with no where to go The tiniest lifeboat with people I know

Wow. This. Song. In a lot of ways, it’s how she feels now that she’s in Serenity with the Community kids-- @nateorade-w, @davidpatton, @emmakeller--because in some ways, she would have wanted to be free of her friends when she escaped, but now she’s just locked up here again, with all of this responsibility on her shoulders. Cause yeah, in several ways she does feel responsible for taking care of Emma and Peter, as well as she feels lowwww keeeeyyyy responsible for making sure that Nathaniel doesn’t cause too much trouble, not that she’ll be able to stop him. She hasn’t actually admitted it out loud yet, but in several way she feels like their little group is sort of drowning, and she’s not even sure that she wants to save it.

05. She Used To Be Mine | Sara Barellies

And then she'll get stuck and be scared of the life that's inside her Growing stronger each day til it finally reminds her To fight just a little to bring back the fire in her eyes

While some of this song doesn’t really speak Laurie to me, there are definitely some lines that just SCREAM it. These lines above are definitely a handful of the lines that give me hella Laurie vibes. I would like to think that she’s a bit damaged from the Community and the way they’ve raised her to be so sheltered and yet so paranoid about punishment. Despite her paranoia, though, Laurie has this sort of fire in her that’s been dulled a little bit ever since they escaped. Every since Nathaniel betrayed them (daMN IT roxxi why you gotta go fuck up my character), Laurie’s been pretty messed up. She’s not sure who to put her trust in, and so right now she’s all over the place, she’s a little bit stuck right now (according to the song) but that life that she used to have is still inside her, I’m personally just waiting for it to break through and bring back the old Laurie one hundred percent. She’s still herself but she’s at about sixty five percent, and in the future I know she’ll be reaching that one hundred mark.

06. Blackbird | The Beatles

Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life you were only waiting for this moment to arise

So this song goes off of the first one a little bit, in the sense that she was fucked up by the community, and now that she’s out of it she really doesn’t know what to do with herself. Her wings are ‘broken’ and she’s been waiting up until now to just get the hell out of the community, but now that she’s actually reached her moment of freedom she’s like “...” because she’s so incredibly lost and confused in her paranoia and panic that she can’t quite figure out how to fix her wings and figure out what comes next.

07. Youth | Daughter

And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones. Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs

Okay so this song definitely is more of a community song, but I felt like it definitely gave me some Laurie vibes, especially the “corrupted lungs” line. In some ways, Laurie definitely feels like escaping from the community was both a blessing and a curse. It was certainly a blessing in the sense that she was finally freed from a place that had kept her in a cage for most of her life, but it was a curse in the sense that now that she’s free from this cage she and the people she cares about most now have to deal with harder, more serious topics that nobody should have to deal with on their own, and yet here they all are, without any parents to lean on for support.

08. Shake It Off | Florence and the Machine

And I've been a fool and I've been blind I can never leave the past behind

Shake it off is such a pretty, eerie song, and it just...ugh, I love it. I love it in general, but it just suits Laurie so well it makes me happy. Especially because of the whole leaving the past behind part. For Laurie herself, she feels like the community is still around every single corner, under every single desk, waiting to just jump out at her. It’s her past, but it won’t bloody leave her alone, and because of that she’s plagued with paranoia and panic attacks. She’s tried to shake it off for months, but no mater how hard she tries she just can’t seem to get rid of it.

#shrpgtask25 #task #pl #(this cover is sorta pretty?)#death mention tw #sorta #blood tw #again sorta? for the cover #just in case

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sussex-nature-lover · 3 years

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Wednesday 27th January 2021

There Is A World Out There

The birds are definitely not giving in over the berry style suet balls and the seed was getting low, so yesterday I rang to order more supplies from Salehurst. I paid by card over the phone and we were able to collect from outside the shop. It gave the car its ten day run out as well.

Geese are extremely territorial birds, and will make a fearful racket when threatened. They also have incredible hearing and, in common with most birds, razor sharp eyesight, making them more effective than even dogs at spotting unwelcome intruders.

I can’t say it was all that pleasant a journey, the weather was dull and uninspiring, the roads seemed just as busy as in normal times. Fair enough it’s an arterial road down to the coast and I suppose the majority of the traffic was commercial, but still. There wasn’t much to see even though I took my camera. I took a blurry photo of these guard geese (above) at a local rural oast house and had a good look at the tree skeletons against the grey winter skies.

I’m presuming it’s Mistletoe

The bird supplies shop is at a farm where there’s a little butcher’s shop and several outbuildings around. For want of something to snap I took this photo above and it was only when I downloaded it, that I saw how unusual the colouring and markings are, so I was pleased I took it.

I’m obviously familiar with mixed flocks of urban/feral pigeons and doves and how they vary so much, but at home we have very clear distinctions between Wood Pigeons, Stock Doves and Collared Doves and that’s all I seem to come across. We did have a couple of spottings of the Turtle Dove over the years, but that was really out of the ordinary.

Collared Doves

The collared dove is buff-coloured with darker grey wingtips, a black half-collar, and paler patches at the shoulders and at the end of the tail. Less colourful than the turtle dove, it also sounds different: it makes a familiar 'hoo hoooo-hoo' sound, while the turtle dove has a purring 'turrr turrr turr' song

Stock Doves

The stock dove is smaller than the similar-looking woodpigeon, and slimmer than the feral pigeon. Blue-grey, with a pink chest and an iridescent green patch on its neck, it does not have the white patches on the neck and wings that the woodpigeon has

Wood Pigeon

Our largest pigeon, the woodpigeon is easily distinguished from the similar stock dove and feral pigeon by its pink breast, white neck patch and the white patches visible on its wings during flight.

We couldn’t stop or go anywhere, so we has a leisurely drive back home, camera primed and ready, but it was only when we got to our own lane, just half a mile or so from home, that I saw anything worth photographing. An enormous Buzzard was in my peripheral vision, but we’d gone past. As usual Crow asked if I wanted him to turn around and double back - unusually I said yes, only for us to be tormented by the bird perching and immediately flying out of shot every time I thought I might catch a snap. C’est la vie. It was clearly just one of those days, but at least we’ve got fine seed and 300 more suet balls for our fussy diners.

NOTES FROM THE GARDEN:

The House Sparrows are in a very skittish mood and have been having various ‘mad five’(minutes) which is really sweet to watch. There were at least ten at a time - and the Nuthatch have been calling strongly throughout the day. The day started off with the full complement of seven female Pheasants awaiting breakfast and one lothario male showing his colours (to no avail) and I’m ending the note by saying that at 3.45pm a dozen Long Tailed Tits have been at the feeders with some Blue Tits. A single male Great Spotted Woodpecker was feeding just after and there are a few Blackbirds hopping around seeing what they can find on the ground. Mrs Blackbird popped into the bird bath, but soon left in favour of the big brown bowl on the ground and has had a very thorough splash around. It’s been a dreary, damp and foggy/misty day and I’m glad to be shutting it out.

WHAT DID I LEARN TODAY?

It’s not true to say that I only learned this today, but it seems fitting for current times if ever it was. I did learn that Charles Bukowski was

Henry Charles Bukowski, born Heinrich Karl Bukowski (August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994) was a German–American poet, novelist, and short story writer.

I saw the graphic on someone’s Instagram page and it resonated with me.

#nature photography gardens countryside pigeons doves

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rilenerocks · 5 years

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when my start spinning too fast.

I saw fields planted with beans and wheat and other crops I can’t identify by sight.

The vistas are endless and impressive.

Overdrive One of the things I remember Michael saying to me on many occasions was that he thought I was the most singularly unchanged person that he ever knew.

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