i remember in 5th grade we were playing some sort of spelling game, i dont remember the details but one of us suggested “assassination” and the student teacher foolishly did it and it got to a point where the word “assass” was written on the board and i can still remember his expression to this day bc everyone was 10-11 years old and it was hilarious that “ass ass” was there on the board and the class was laughing so hard. he looked so fucking tired
So I don’t even ship anything in Voltron but amongst all the fighting I did wonder what the age differences actually were so I tried to figure them out. Keep in mind this might be a little off since I didn’t have an exact year to go off of but I tried to make this as accurate as I could. This doesn’t include Allura because we don’t have an age for her yet. Feel free to reference but do not involve me personally in any discourse or arguments. Thank you.
Today is the 25th anniversary of the beginning of the standoff at Ruby Ridge.
Randy Weaver, a former US Army combat engineer and factory worker moved his family to northern Idaho in the 1980s. Randy like many of us, wished to take his family off the grid to live a more natural life and to be far, far away from the rest of the country when it would inevitably collapse. They were a deeply religious and tight-knit group and his children remember their time at their mountain cabin as one of the happiest in their lives.
However, he and his wife, Vicki frequently traveled to the local Aryan Nations compound a few miles from their home for socializing and working with various residents there for mutual support and help. He attracted the attention of ATF agents, who figuring he could be a weak link and a possible informant for the government, entrapped him in an illegal arms purchase, asking him several times to sell their undercover agent some sawed-off shotguns. They figured if they could arrest him on this, they could pressure him to spy on his friends and neighbors in exchange for dropping the charges.
However, Randy refused to appear in court for these obvious fraud charges and would not come off his mountain cabin. His home was placed under heavy electronic surveillance, and eventually a team of US Marshals was sent in to arrest him. The team of four was given incredibly loose ‘shoot on sight’ Rules of Engagement that would not be seen till the war on terror post 9/11. The family dog heard/smelt their presence and took off in the woods to find them. Randy, his 14 year old son Samuel and a family friend, Kevin Harris took off after the dog believing it had found a deer.
The dog eventually came too close to the team of agents and they shot it, Samuel, being a boy and the dog one of his few companions, yelled ‘You shot my dog you son of a bitch!’ and fired three shots near the agents before turning to run and retreat. They shot him in the back and killed him. A firefight happened in which one federal marshal was killed by Kevin Harris, who was also wounded. Randy and Kevin fled back to the cabin and later returned to get the body of 14 year old Samuel.
The Siege would last 10 days, the mountain covered with snipers given a free-fire order for any adult seen carrying a weapon. It culminated when Randy and Kevin went to the garage where they had placed the Samuel Weaver to clean his body and prepare it for burial, a sniper opened fire shooting Randy in the arm, and as they fled back to the house, fired a second shoot at Kevin Harris through the front window, shooting his wife Vicki Weaver in the face as she held their 10-month old daughter and killing her.
With his wife and son dead, he and his friend wounded and with children still in the house, Randy surrendered and the siege came to an end. He was brought to trial for the charges against him, and found not guilty on all accounts.
Never forget, never forgive. Pigs deserve everything they get.
Sirius Black knew what stunning felt like. He had been stunned several times by the likes of Lily Evans, Remus Lupin and even James Potter when he didn’t behave as he should. He knew what it felt like ever since he was 9 years old because sometimes he just didn’t know when to shut up. So when Bellatrix’ spell hit him, he felt that familiar tingle all over his body, soon he’d fall to the marble floors of the Department of Mysteries, he would feel the cold of the marble all over his skin and Harry would continue duelling for him, he was as good as James was, he could handle that git Malfoy himself.
When he lost his balance, he heard familiar voices that didn’t belong to anyone in the room with him, calling his name, telling him to be careful. They sounded like.. James?
Sirius felt his body become weightless as he fell backwards, the last thing he heard was Harry’s piercing scream and Bellatrix’ chanting.
I killed Sirius Black. I killed Sirius Black. I killed Sirius Black.
He was falling like you would fall in your nightmares and wake up suddenly from the pull but this time he didn’t wake up. He kept falling like he threw himself from a tall building, it was like the time stood still but he kept falling. When he finally reached the ground he didn’t crash as he should have but he landed gracefully, which didn’t sound very much like him. Sirius felt hard ground behind his back but it wasn’t cold like the marble would have been. He couldn’t really be dead, could he? Bella liked to exaggerate things and Harry could have screamed about something else. Sirius was almost completely sure Bella hit him with a stunning curse, was he weak enough to die from a stunning curse?
Sirius didn’t dare open his eyes as the reality settled in, he didn’t hear Harry or the others in the room, not Moody’s orders nor Tonks’ rapid duelling, he didn’t hear Remus’ strong curses either. For the first time in his life, or hisexistence was a better choice of words now, he wanted to hear Bella’s screeching voice.
Sirius felt like he was shot in the head. His eyes flew open as he heard the familiar voice of his little brother. Regulus was extending a hand for Sirius to take but Sirius ignored it and pushed himself up. Second shot, this time through his heart. James Potter was standing right there, in flesh and blood. Was this his heaven? As he was thinking about what was going on, Sirius saw the taller boy running to him as his wife slowly walked behind him.
James looked the same as Sirius had left him on the floor that October night, his hair perfectly messy and glasses still crooked. Lily glowed the way she did before the war, the beauty of her heart somehow always reached the surface. They were as Sirius had left them and they were not real. How could they be? When had Sirius been that lucky?
James threw himself at Sirius and Sirius felt himself melt because the way James hugged him hadn’t changed in all those years either and Sirius could feel the warmth radiating from him. If this was a dream, how did he feel that? James kept mumbling “I’m sorry” quietly as he held Sirius tighter. He had replayed James’ hugs millions of times in his head when he was locked up, they always made him feel safe and of all the things that could have happened to him, he never expected this. When James finally pulled back, Sirius could see the warm honey eyes of his brother looking back at him glistening with the tears he was trying to hold back.
“I’m sorry,” whispered James once more. “I’m so sorry you had to live like that and it’s all because of us.”
Sirius didn’t know what to say, did it even matter if he was a part of his imagination? He then stared at Lily who had his hand on her mouth as she always did when she was about to cry, he could see her chin trembling as she tried to keep it in.
“You should see this,” she murmured and pulled Sirius by the hand and now Sirius was looking at Harry who was running after an ecstatic Bellatrix for revenge leaving Remus behind. “I don’t know how he will heal after this.”
“He will Lils, he has so much of you in him.”
Sirius had no idea what was going on, if this was real or not but seeing Harry like that was the second most hardest thing he had to endure. He was so broken, almost as broken as his Moony was, Sirius could feel it from wherever he was. He could hear the way is heart shattered into sand sized pieces but he knew, he knew Harry would get better. He knew his godson. In the two short years he got to share with him, he had seen him grow more and more like James with a heart of gold and he was sure, Harry was strong enough to get over him, too.
Sirius finally looked away from his godson, seeing that Dumbledore was there and he would be alright, he fixed his gaze on James who was standing right next to him.
“Are you real?” asked Sirius, he couldn’t help but touch James’ face and shoulders and all of them a proof that his brother was standing right in front of him after all these years.
It was Sirius’ time to hold on tight, it could be a lie but he didn’t care, he might be dead but he didn’t give a shit because he had his Prongs back. As stupid as it may sound, Sirius didn’t feel like he was dead, he even felt alive because he had already died on 31st of October fifteen years ago when he had seen James lying on the floor life drained from his eyes.
“I tried so hard to take him, Lils,” said Sirius as he was staring at Lily Evans’ green eyes and smiling at the thought of how they were the exact same of the boy downstairs. “I never wanted him to be taken to Petunia’s and I’m so–”
Lily hugged Sirius so genuinely, Sirius knew it was her way of telling him that it wasn’t his fault.
“We should be the ones apologising to you,” said Lily in between her hiccups.
“For what exactly?” challenged Sirius because he really couldn’t see any reason for them to be sorry for. It was all his fault.
“You had to live in Azkaban for twelve years because of us Pads, you lived with those creatures and I watched you, how you lost your senses and your soul–” James began but Sirius raised his hand to shut him up.
“What are you on about?” asked Sirius angrily. “I am the reason you two are– are- arehere.” He wouldn’t say the other word, it had been almost fifteen years and Sirius never used that word when it came to James.
“But you were-”
“Nothing makes up for the fact that I was a coward for backing out of being the Secret Keeper,” confessed Sirius as he took a deep breath, he had never said that out loud before. He was a coward and he got his brother and his wife killed because he couldn’t just step up for once. “It should have been me and I should have died for you after all the things you had done for me.”
“I didn’t do those things for you to die for me Pads, I did them because you deserved them. Just like you deserved a happy life, with or without us,” argued James as he pushed his glasses up to rub his eyes softly. James Potter didn’t like crying, Sirius remembered clearly.
“We can play the blame game forever Jamie, just for once in your life, let me take the fall for you because this time, I need to,” begged Sirius. “Also we forget who the real culprit is because we are like that, we never let another take the fall.”
James smiled warmly at him and Sirius tipped his head to the right to look at Regulus who was now hiding behind Lily, there was no point in avoiding him anymore.
“And may I ask what the hell you are doing here, Reggie?” demanded Sirius angrily. Regulus didn’t belong where James and Lily were, he didn’t deserve to be in the same place as them.
All three of them went silent, Lily and James were most possibly communicating telepathically and Regulus was just staring at his pale hands.
“He died so maybe someday someone might defeat Voldemort,” said Lily quietly and Sirius felt his world come crashing down around him, Lily wouldn’t have lied to make him better but how was that possible? The last time he checked Regulus was a Death Eater. He walked straight to Regulus to look into the identical grey eyes as his, it was almost like looking in a mirror.
“You did what?”
“I never planned it to be a suicide mission Siri but it was. He had-– I still can’t say his fucking name.” Regulus steadied his breathing and picked up from where he left off. “Voldemort had tortured Kreacher and left him to die. I just– I couldn’t find you anywhere so I took the matter in my own hands and ended up here.”
Sirius just gaped at his little brother. The boy he had blamed for being a pawn to his mother had died because of the small possibility that someday someone might defeat Voldemort and Sirius just assumed he died miserably.
“I am so proud of you, Reggie.”
Sirius saw the smile on Regulus’ face widen as he smiled back at him but he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders.
“I am sorry because I wasn’t there for you and because I didn’t protect you from them,” apologised Sirius. “I wasn’t a good brother to you because I was busy being a good brother to Jamie. It never occurred to me that I could do both and I am sorry for that.”
“You were what kept me here Siri, you were the reason I never moved on because I wanted you to know that I didn’t disappoint you,” babbled Regulus as he played with the loose strings of his clothes. “I did that to make you proud and to make up for all the things I did.”
“You are not leaving, are you?”
“No, I won’t leave before I see that man defeated,” replied Regulus with disgust in his voice.
Sirius pulled his brother in to bone crushing hug like he did when they were around 10 years old Walburga was having a particularly cruel day, Sirius hadn’t hugged Regulus like that since he was 12 and Merlin, it felt good.
Sirius could hear the panic in Lily’s voice, not a lot of people knew that but Sirius knew Lily like the back of his hand, okay maybe his left hand but he did nevertheless. Sirius walked with James and Regulus to where Lily was standing rigidly and he saw Harry was now in the Headmaster’s room. Sirius and James had spent considerable time in that place.
Sirius looked down at his godson, he was wreaking havoc in Dumbledore’s room and yelling at the Headmaster with so much anger that Sirius felt like Harry got his temper from him, Sirius had never been subtle about showing his anger however this was different. Harry was yelling because of him and how he had had enough because apparently Sirius’ absence was the last drop for him and Sirius felt his heart drop to his stomach, he still had his heart after all, albeit not beating.
“Can I, um, see Moony from here?”
One question was all it took and before others could reply, Sirius could see Remus, Merlin knows where, with a good supply of Firewhiskey by his side as he stared into oblivion. Sirius slowly realised he was in the room where he kept Buckbeak, why would he shut himself up in that miserable place? Remus was rocking back and forth, Sirius hadn’t seen him do that since he was thirteen, he did that when he couldn’t handle everything going on around him.
He’s gone, he’s gone again. He’s gone.
It felt like all Sirius did was disappoint. The black sheep of the family, the coward that got James and Lily killed, the useless brother and constantly absent lover. Sirius hadn’t realised up until now that being with James meant that he would be without Remus. He had disappointed the man who loved him yet again, he never could do right by Remus and he had left him alone, again.
I was in the lounge today while everyone was out and I was re-watching 2x05 cause I have no self control and I was alone- and then they came home and my dads girlfriend daughters kids (Jesus…..) walked into the lounge and the youngest one (5) looked at the screen during the fireside chat™ and just went ‘ARE THEY GUNNA KISS?!’
Prompt ~ Can I request one where the reader had lost her memories at young age and got adopted by Barry, only for years later to turn out to be Damian’s sister?
Extra ~ Damian Wayne x Sister!Reader
Life is full of obstacles, especially in yours. You don’t recall much from your childhood or any early memories at that. You were an orphan, the only place that came close to a home was an orphanage. One day as a young 10 year old a blonde man came by. The kids whispered around saying he was looking to adopt a baby. Which sent your hopes down to the bottom, yet that day you had a new home and a new dad, Barry Allen.
Barry was an amazing father, it was hard getting use to being in a new environment but you soon adapted. Iris became a mother to you, she was always there for you and helped you through rough times. Everything seem perfected, besides Barry being ‘the fastest man alive’ which kind of freaked you out at first. Once you found out his not so little secret a whole new world opened up to you, a dangerous one. One full of supervillains and vigilantes, that you soon found yourself apart of.
Gotham Academy was okay, sure it had snobby rich kids but it also had nice people there too. It seemed to be an average day, well as average as it can be in Gotham. You were currently checking blood samples in the lab to connect to your family tree, which didn’t really make sense to you but at least you would know what blood type you were. Your partner Damian was doing the same, you both had become close due to your nightly activities and both your parents being in the Justice League.
“Here.” Damian said handing you your results, it wasn’t anything surprising to you just average results. Damian peeked over your shoulder curios of what blood type you were just in case he needed a quick blood donation.
“What?” His voice faltered.
He snatched your paper, “Hey!” You protested, you watched curiously as he put his paper besides yours, his eyes scanning between both sheets.
“T-this can not be possible.” Damian’s eyes widened, “What was it?” You asked curiously unaware of what was happening.
“Y-you’re my sister.” He whispered, your mouth dropped open in shock. You snatched both papers and looked over them, you both had the same DNA. Every single bit, you looked up in shock.
“How? When- what?” You gasped out, feelings overflowing you.
“You’re my brother?” You faced Damian, just as you finished your sentence the bell rung, the last period of the day.
“Quickly we must get to the bat cave.” He hastily put all his stuff away into his bag, you doing the same, and rushed you out to his motorcycle.
“So you’re telling me that my innocent precious [Y/N] is your daughter?” Barry asked flabbergasted.
“Well biologically speaking, yes.” Bruce responded, while you sat shocked behind him.
“You won’t take her away fro me.” Barry said speeding over to your side.
“She’s my daughter too.” Bruce interjected.
“She is also my sister!” Damian growled.
“Barry is my dad.” You cleared up, “No offense Bruce, but I do still want to get know my biological father, if he’d like too?” You asked looking back to Bruce.
“I would be glad.” Bruce smiled sincerely at you.
“This doesn’t change our relationship what so ever.” You told Barry, holding his hand.
“This changes everything!” Tim butted in.
“What do you mean?” Barry asked.
“Damion can’t use the excuse of being the true child of Batman! When there’s actually two!” Tim replied, a grin on his face.
“This does not change nothing Drake! I am still The Son of Batman.” Damian roared, prepared to lunge him.
“Jesus my family is all types of messed up.” You muttered under your breath.
A/N: Hi! I wanted to show you guys this!! It’s a small Mafia!au I am working on. I am not sure, if I should keep the Title or not, but for the prologue it fits actually really well! So I hope you will enjoy this little something and I hope that I can show you the first chapter soon! Enjoy <3
Broken furniture, broken glass, blood and dead bodies were lying everywhere in this hall. It was the wedding of your aunt, it was supposed to be a beautiful day and a cheerful evening, with laughter, music and dancing but all you g was screaming, shooting, blood splattered everywhere and death. Where there once was happiness, is now sorrow. Everyone was dead, shoot or torn in pieces, but you.
You cowered behind a pillar, trying to hold your breath, too scared that it was too loud and that someone would find you and kill you. You were crying, your cries muffled because of your hand covering your mouth. Your vision was blurry from the crying, you only could see the outlines of a woman’s arm, covered in blood. It was your mothers arm. Her delicate arm, her nails painted a deep red, covered in blood, lying in front of you. The picture in front of you burned into your head, never in your life would you forget that sight and as more time you saw the red nails, you started to hate the color red. You would never look at this color without feeling the disgust and sadness inside you.
10 years old and your life took a big turn. From this day on, you were an adult, left alone in this bitter cold world.
Your eyes started to grow tired and slowly closed, but then you heard a loud click sound.
Your head shoot up to where the sound came from and saw a tall man with black hair, wearing a suit and gloves pointing a gun at you. His face looked bored, there was barely any emotion. He didn’t felt sorry for you and showed no mercy for you, he just wanted to kill you, his cold heart wanted to kill as much as it could. The man lied his finger on the trigger, ready to pull it in any second.
“No.” a voice said. A very young voice in fact. The man turned around and there was a young boy, maybe 12 years old, also wearing a black suit, his hands in his pockets. Cold brown eyes burned into your head, plump lips turned down. The young boy took a step forward, causing you to shy away, your head hitting the cold stone of the pillar, a sharp pain shot through your head and you held your head, face buried in your knees. You just wished that they would kill you, giving you an opportunity to escape this bad dream.
Unfortunately, they didn’t kill you.
You looked up again and found the boy crouching before you and offering you his hand. You weren’t sure how to react, but as you looked into the boy’s eyes again, you saw a glint of kindness in his eyes.
“Sir, what are you doing?” The man behind the boy asked. Sir? Who was Sir? The boy?
“Come, take my hand and let’s go home.”
And with these words, you laid your hand in his warm, his hand clenching carefully around your own, as if you were made of porcelain.
shoutout to that time 10 year old me got SUPER FUCKING SICK on the day of the school science fair, where I came in second place to a dickbag, but I told my teacher while I looked her dead in the eye and sick as a dog that I was ok with him winning because I would sweep the awards at the county level anyway
my mom may have been completely mortified that night but I DID win best in show at county, regional, and an honorable mention at state so pat on the back to tiny sick me
Buckle up ya’ll I’m gonna tell the story of how when I was ten years old I was a member of a secret chemistry society that used our lunch time to boom stuff up on the lab.
So when I made ten years old I asked for a chemistry kit (as the fucking nerd I was) as my birthday gift. Instead of playing on the playground on the school lunch time (because someone tried to choke me on the swings line before throwing me head first on the ground -but that is a story for another time-), I took my chemistry kit to the Dark Stairwell (there were two stairwells on my school, the main one, right on the middle of the building, that everybody used and the Dark Stairwell that has that name because there were no lights on it, obvs and because what happens on the Dark Staiwell stays on the Dark stairwell… People used to go there and snog, gossip, carve the bricks -yes, carve the bricks- or plan murders and stuff like that, hence “dark”).
The Dark Stairwell was adjacent to the school’s Chemistry Lab. As ten years olds, my class was not allowed to enter the lab. We only start chemistry classes when we are 12/13.
But there was this lady… we used to call her the “Lab lady”. She was very sweet and kind and she saw me on the dark stairs, playing with my kit and we started talking and we got inside the lab. I showed her my chemistry kit and she showed me some cool simple experiments (changing the colour of some solutions and stuff)
From that day forward I always spent my lunch time on the lab with her. But the curious thing was that some of the other kids noticed that and since we weren’t allowed on the lab, the place was like the Wardrobe for Narnia. They started to come and stay there too.
By the middle of the month we were at least fifteen 10-year-olds making experiments with the Lab Lady. Every day was a new one. It was AMAZING. The Lab Lady was like our mom, she never lost patience when we couldn’t do the things and she used to call us “her little geniuses”. When we started, she helped us up our seats (because they were too tall for us) and by the end of our experiments time, she helped us clean our hands (because we were too small to reach the lab sink) and we bombarded her with curious science questions that she answered patiently and in a funny way.
But then again, we were children. What do children want with chemistry? Explosions, of course! Chaos! We were tiny little satans So the Lab Lady used to tease us that by the end of the month she would blow something up for us.
DUDE, WE WERE FREAKED. When the end of the month arrived (also the end of the semester, the day before the school break) we ran to the lab and the Lab Lady gave us some cool protective glasses and she messed our hairs and she said “Now ya’ll look like mad little scientists” and she told us to keep our distance and she literally blew something up. Of course, it wasn’t a big explosion, It was a small safe reaction, more lights than boom but we were jumping around asking her to do it again and how that was magical and stuff. She then proceeded to change the colour of the flames several times and we were in awe.
The Lab Lady was like our Gandalf and we were her excited little hobbits. And we went on to our break already wanting to go back to do more “booms and stuff”
However, when our break was over and we were back to school, the lab was closed, the lights were off. Everything was dark just like the Dark Stairwell. And our Gandalf was gone.
Everyday we went there and waited for her to show up and explode something else but she didn’t.
By the end of the week, on the last class of the day, there was a knock on the door.
The messiah Lab Lady was back! But… She gathered her 15 followers on the corner and told us that she was leaving the school and she just came to say goodbye to her little hobbits.
It was a mess. There were 15 kids crying and fighting over who gets to sit on her lap and hug her next. And our portuguese teacher was just watching us like “????”
A couple years later, when we had our first chemistry class on the lab, the remaining hobbits of the 15, gathered and did the same small explosion when the teacher had us making experiments on our own.
I believe that that was our own way of saying “O captain, my captain.”
Hail, the Lab Lady. You will never be forgotten. Your little hobbits planted the acorn on the Shire.