“I think there’s something strangeley musical about noise. If you
take a high frequency and pitch it way down to where it’s aliasing,
you’ve got a pretty cool thing. You layer that in the mix, and suddenly
it becomes thicker, even though sometimes you can’t necessarily hear it.
A song like “Mr. Self Destruct”, obviously you’re going to hear it, it
sounds like a vacuum cleaner running through the whole thing. But a lot
of times it just thickens things up without being noticed as, “Oh he’s
just layering some noise in there.”
“She warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within.”
… But Katara doubted there would be any beauty to be found within the prince. How could there be? How could there be anything but lies, hatred, and evil to be found in someone who would allow this to happen to her?
She was taken from her family, from her home. The soldiers threatened everyone she loved. Years ago, they took her mother from her. This time, they came in their war ships and demanded her father as well, in order to make sure the Chief of the Southern Water Tribe would not become a threat to the nation. Katara refused to be parted from another family member. She refused to be left without a father as well.
So she stepped up in his place. Katara demanded that the soldiers take her back to the Fire Nation instead. What threat could an old man be who wanted to do nothing but help his people survive when there was a young and healthy chief’s daughter with a vendetta against the Fire Lord himself?
When Katara arrived, the general of the royal family, Iroh, had requested she not to judge Prince Zuko based on his appearance when she was brought in. She had yet to see the prince when she was asked this, but she didn’t need to. Whatever he looked like, it couldn’t compare to the ugliness of his soul; the soul that she was told gave the command for this capture mission in the first place.
Sitting alone in her tiny cell, a small room at the bottom of the palace prison, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. She turned her head away from the door, refusing to look at whoever it was that came into the room. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of a civil conversation.
a/n: i want more reggie asap like riverdale give us more reggie please i need it in my life. i also had a lot of fun playing around with like kind good protective reggie instead of jerk jock reggie!! asshole to the world but never to his girl!💙💛🏈1️⃣4️⃣
prompt: 55- “don’t you dare lay a finger on her” & 86- “you know it’s okay to cry”
you walk out of the gym still clad in your cheerleading uniform, the hall filling with the loud commotion of kids as they pour out from their classes.
you see the jocks exit their locker room rowdy from practice you assume, as you make your way toward your locker one of the jocks bumps into you sending you toward the ground
“watch it idiot” i spit annoyed picking myself up of the floor “me watch it? how about you watch your mouth vixen” he steps closer to me trying to intimidate me. i place my hand on his chest pushing the jock out of my face
“you think your tough because your a bulldog?” i giggle and roll my eyes at the teen “get out of my face Chuck”
i try and move past as a crowd gathers but he’s hands dart to my arm and he pulls me back pushing me up against the lockers “no can do princess” he snarls
“seriously chuck stop being a meat head and let me go” he steps back and i glance at him before walking forward only to have chuck grab a handful of my ass as i pass
i freeze turning on my heel “what the hell chuck!” i yell feeling sick to my stomach “oh c'mon (y/n), i had to see if the rumours were true” he bites his lip and runs his hands over his head taking a good look at my body
i suddenly feel self conscious in my uniform and lookas a crowds gather “CLAYTON!” a sudden voice yells
i search for the voice as none other than reggie mantle steps through the sea of jocks and shoves his friend into the lockers behind him just like the boy had done with me.
“ah chill mantle im just having fun with the hottest little river vixen, right (y/n)” the jocks get giddy pushing on each other like ‘bros’
“it’s fine reg forget it” i mutter to the raven haired boy turning to leave the scene “yeah reg it’s fine” chuck tease slipping past the boy and walking briskly toward me to get one last touch of my ass
i squeal disgusted in the boys actions, and like lightning reggie is next to me in a flash shoving the dim witted boy up against the lockers holding him up by his sweat shirt
“don’t you dare lay a finger on her” he warns getting into his face “you hear me” he shouts and the boy nods vigorously “okay okay reg chill” he drops the boy down and I turn walking away as fast as my legs could take me.
“did i hear that chuck & reggie were fighting over you today!” ronnie gushes as we prepare for the big game.
i roll my eyes applying another coat of mascara to my lashes “jeez v it wasn’t like that at all” i exhale placing down the wand and turning to face my two best friends “chuck was being a handsy dick and reggie stuck up for me thats all”
they share a puzzled glance “wait what do you mean handsy?” betty pushes worry washing over her face “he just grabbed my ass a few times and yeah I don’t want to talk about it can we just drop it?”
“(y/n) that’s not nothing you-” and by some grace of god cheryl bounds into the locker room “let’s go sluts show time”
“god i hate the kids at this school” i mummer before following the raven and blonde headed girls out and onto the field.
we stand along the track as the bulldogs rip through their banner jogging onto the school field as the bleacher erupt in cheers. we do a few cheers and flips before it was the opposing teams turn to enter
i make my way over to the drinks table and catch chuck and his mates staring me down like a piece of meat making gestures that would only make a girl feel sick to her stomach
and like clockwork tears dribble down your fast as fast as they appear “(y/n?)” i cuz sand turn away from the boy quickly wiping my eyes before turning back to the jock “reg hey” i smile
“your crying” he states and i shake my head denying it which only causes me to cry even more “im sorry it’s stupid i shouldn’t be crying im fine” i choke and he shakes his head stepping closer to me
“hey hey” he places his hands on my shoulders in attempts to comfort me “you know it’s okay to cry?” he questions dabbing a few of my fallen tears with his thumb
“do you?” i tease earning a laugh from him which cause me to giggle to myself “um yes for a fact i do, your looking at a dude who cried during the fault in our stars”
my eyes widen “no way” he shrugs his shoulders “guilty, but if you tell anyone im afraid I’ll have to kill ya” he said as a matter of fact. i hold my hand up “scouts honour”
i wipe the remaining tears off my face and take a few steady breathes trying to block out chuck and he’s idiotic friends
“forget Chuck okay? a guy like that doesn’t deserve a pretty girls tears okay?” i look up into his eyes and smile to myself “thanks reg” he smiles shyly.
“anytime (y/n/n)” he plays with his helmet and i glance down to my shoes to nervous to say anything else
“mantle lets go!” he turns to his coach as he yells for him “coming coach” he yells back glancing at me looking slightly guilty
“im sorry ive gotta go” and i shake my head touches his shoulder softly “it’s fine it’s fine!”
“goodluck” he smiles at me and i blush “thanks reg” he waits glancing at me “what aren’t you going to wish me good luck?” he sasses and giggle.
“you won’t need it but” i throw my arms around the boys next and stand on my tip toes kissing him
“good” kiss “luck” kiss “reg” kiss
i take my hands away from his neck settling them on his chest as his still linger around my waist “woah that was way better” i smile giddy as he re joins our lips “good luck my little vixen”
“MANTLE” he rolls his eyes “im coming coach im coming!” he yells giving me another kiss before rushing off to his team turning around and smiling giddily at your as a blush covers your face.