little girl grew up

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When I was a little girl, I had an imaginary friend. And when I grew up, he came back. He’s called the Doctor. He comes from somewhere else. He’s got a box called the TARDIS that’s bigger on the inside and can travel anywhere in time and space. I ran away with him, and we’ve been running ever since.

Samurai Jack, CI

Let me be clear: I am a fan of Samurai Jack. I have been since I was a little girl. I grew up watching this show. Jack’s character is one of my childhood heroes and role models. For me, as a young girl, he was an example of righteousness and justice in the face of cruelty, ignorance, and literally pure evil.

A righteous person is one who lives their ideals; who doesn’t compromise their beliefs. I remember clearly the day I learned what real righteousness was, and it was from a Samurai Jack episode.

I’ve always been headstrong and outspoken and that made being a kid really difficult at times; I found it hard - still find it hard - to turn the other cheek when I should or to remain polite in the face of pettiness. But Jack demonstrated those things for me.

Samurai Jack was an informative, important part of my childhood. Persevere in the adversity and injustice; do not stoop to cruelty when others are cruel to you; stick to your guns even when it’s hard and inconvenient - all are things Samurai Jack taught me.

And I love this show. I really do. I’ve seen every episode, and I re-watched the first four seasons in preparation for the release of the fifth and final season. I know the jokes, the running gags; I have favorite characters and episodes; in my family we quote the Scotsman on a daily basis - yes, we really do.

And I enjoyed the HELL out of the last season and the last episode. When I saw the Canine Archaeologist I actually shouted; the “jump good” throwback had me cackling; when the Scotsman burst onto the screen in the final showdown I just about pissed myself with excitement; and Ashi’s insight which led to Jack and Aku’s final confrontation was just AMAZING.

It was a great episode, a great final season, and a great show.

But…

Ashi is the first recurring female character Samurai Jack has ever featured, apart from his own mother, who has literally no dialogue throughout the entire series.

Seeing her demolish that entire army in episode XCVIII was like seeing Rey turn her lightsaber on for the first time in The Force Awakens. I got to watch my childhood dreams come true. I got CHILLS.

My favorite childhood TV show finally said it: a girl can be powerful, too. A girl can fight. A girl can win. A girl is just as good. A girl is equal.

Ashi was an important character to me. She wasn’t just a love interest to me.

Genndy Tartakovsky, I want an apology.

I want you to apologize for how you’ve made me feel. I don’t care if Ashi’s ending makes sense given everything else that happened. I don’t care if it’s only logical. For fuck’s sake, the Scotsman survived because of Celtic Fucking Magic. There’s no room for blame-shifting or backing out of what you chose to do.

Ashi just wasn’t as important as one of the guys, and that’s why she didn’t survive to the end. You killed off your only developed female character for the sake of emotional impact.

Ashi is more than the plot device you turned her into.

Or at least, she was.

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I’m rewatching The Champion (ep 3) and Homer is pleading with Prairie, trying to convince her to find his championship ring so that he can send money to Mandy to provide for his son. And there is this dialogue:

“We are down here. There is nothing to do about that. But my son is out there every day without a father. It kills me every day to think he thinks I walked out on him.”

Think about little Nina who lost her father. Think about her, every day, believing that he never dies but was simply in hiding. Think of this little girl who grew into a woman full of hope. She never gave up hope.

Her dreams did not lead her to her father, but they led her to someone who was a father. Homer.

She was never able to save her Father. He died and was tucked away into the void, but because Prairie followed her dreams, she was able to endure great trials in order to have a chance at freeing a different father: Homer.

The bond that Homer and Prairie have is so deep, so special, so irreplaceable. It is her great love. And she was only able to have a chance at experiencing it because she was willing to endure so much pain and loss just for the chance of finding out the truth about who she was and what promise life might have for her.

Homer.

anonymous asked:

Is it alright to request a mutual pining fic for Rowaelin or Manorian ?

Of course, Hun!

This took a completely different turn from what I had planned at first, but I hope you guys still enjoy :)

Summary: He thinks she wants nothing to do with him. She thinks he can’t remember her. Aelin and Rowan were friends once upon a time. But high school drove them apart. However, one night - one party - is about to change not only their lives, but the lives of their friend as well.

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Rowan couldn’t help but stare from across the school cafeteria. Not when she looked like she did. Her blond hair flowing like waves over her shoulders. Full lips pulled back in a smile over her perfect teeth. Rowan could basically hear her laugh in his ears from where he has sat with his friends. Her gold-ringed eyes - eyes that captivated Rowan to this day - were shining bright as she rolled them at something that was said.

Rowan couldn’t help but stare at sophomore Aelin Galathynius. Everytime she was in the room, she lit it on fire. Brightening the air around her.

“Dude. Watch the drool.”

Rowan managed to pull his gaze around from Aelin, glaring at Fenrys.

“I wasn’t drooling.” He snapped before picking up his soda can, taking a big sip.

“Not yet,” Fenrys glanced over his shoulder at Aelin, before turning back to Rowan with a smirk on his face. “But I give it just a few more moments of you gawking at Fire Queen over there, and you would’ve started.”

It took all of Rowan’s strength not to crush his soda can in his hand and throw it at Fenrys head.

“Why not just talk to her?” Connall asked from his brothers side. “It’s not like you two don’t know each other.”

Lorcan snorted as he lunged back in his chair. “I’d like to see the day Whitethron grows a pair and talks to the Bitch Queen.”

“Don’t call her that.” Rowan growled, but Lorcan simply rolled his eyes.

The subject was dropped as quick as it came. Everyone around him started talking about the game plan for their next Football game this weekend. But Rowan found himself watching Aelin once more.

Connall was right, they did know each other. They basically grew up together. Ever since they met as kids, at a taekwondo class. They butted heads from the moment they were paired together. They hated each other at first, until a boy in their class - Cairn - was paired with Aelin for a match and he ended up punching her square in the face, on purpose. Which led to Rowan returning the favour before Aelin roundhouse kicked him in the stomach, blood spilling on her shirt as she did so. From that moment on, they were friends.

For years they hung out. Going to each others houses and hanging out in school. Building forts in the forest behind Aelin’s house. Doing Taekwondo together with Aelin’s cousin, Aedion. That was Rowan’s life for years, and he loved it.

Until he got to high school.

Aelin was still in middle school when Rowan entered high school. Which was fine, at first. Then Rowan joined the football team, and had to spend more time studying. He started partying and actually noticing girls. He was changing. Growing up.

Him and Aelin started hanging out less and less, until they stopped all together. Rowan couldn’t even remember the last time they spoke. Everything between them just, stopped.

Then Rowan entered his senior year. And Aelin wasn’t even on his mind. Until she walked passed him in the hall on the first day of school, and Rowan barely recognized her.

Aelin Galathynius was definitely not the little girl he knew. She grew up. And she grew up into the most beautiful woman Rowan had ever seen.

But despite them being in the same school again, despite walking past each other in the hallways every now and then, they still had yet to say one word to each other.

Rowan couldn’t work up the nerve to talk to her. Which was ridiculous. She was his childhood friend. All he had to do was go up to her and say hi.

And yet, here he was. Just like every other day. Watching her from across the room without her knowing.

What made this all even more sad and ridiculous was the fact that Rowan knew, deep down, he was falling for her. He was falling in love with this breathtaking woman, who had the most beautiful eyes and dazzling smile.

And she didn’t even know it.


“Rowan Whitethron is staring at you again.”

Aelin looked up from her food, her gaze moving across the cafeteria to where Rowan and his cadre were sitting. She watched them for a few moments as they all talked amongst themselves, probably about football or girls.

Her gaze stopped on Rowan for a moment. His white hair cropped short and standing out against his tan skin.The t-shirt he was wearing did wonders for his arms and chest, showing off the muscles he definitely didn’t have when they were kids. Pine-green eyes sparkled as they glared at Fenrys before he leaned back against his chair.

“He is not.” Aelin looked back down at her tray, picking at her chocolate cake.

“He so was.” Lysandra nudged her with her elbow. “He just looked away the moment you looked up.”

“Stop telling lies, Lysandra,” Aelin turned to her friend, a smirk on her lips. “It’s not attractive.”

“Are you calling me attractive, Galathynius?”

Aelin laughed, simply rolling her eyes at Lysandra’s behaviour. She turned back to her tray, taking a big piece of her chocolate cake and eating it.

“She’s right you know.” Nehemia spoke up from across Aelin. “Whitethron always seems to be watching at you.”

“As much as I hate to say this,” Manon stepped in. “Most of the guys and girls in this hell hole watch Bitch Queen here. She’s hot.”

Aelin placed a hand on her heart as she turned to Manon. “Did you actually just compliment me, Blackbeak?”

“Don’t get use to it.”

“Why don’t you just talk to him?” Elide asked from her girlfriends side. “You guys did grow up together, didn’t you.”

“I’m not going to talk to him.” Aelin leaned back against her chair. “Yes, we grew up together. But the last time we spoke, I was like 12. He probably doesn’t even recognize or remember me now.”

“Impossible.” Aedion pulled into a seat next to Lysandra as he smiled at Aelin. “No one forgets us Ashryvers.”

“Aedion, guess what.” Lysandra’s eyes held a sparkle in them as she spoke. “Your cousin thinks I’m attractive.”

“Of course she does.” Aedion leaned in, placing a kiss on Lysandra’s lips. “Us Ashryvers also have good taste.”

The chatter around Aelin continued on, but she stopped listening. Instead, her eyes landed on Rowan. She watched as he fooled around with his friends, her words from a moment ago coming back to her.

She really did think Rowan didn’t recognize her. They walked past each other in the hallways sometimes, but he didn’t so much as glance at her. She even was walking up to him on the first day of her freshman year, but he walked away.

Not that she blamed him. He was older than her. He started partying and drinking when she was still basically playing with dolls. So it didn’t really surprise her one bit when they stopped talking all those years ago. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

Aelin lost a friend. One of her best friends. And it killed her back then. But what made it hurt even more, was the fact that 12 year old Aelin had a little crush on Rowan at the time.

It was stupid. She didn’t even know why she had a crush on him, but she did. But what made it even more stupid and pathetic was it didn’t go away.

She thought it did. She even had other boyfriends before. But that first day of school, when Aelin saw Rowan for the first time in years, she realized it didn’t go away. The crush was still there.

And the real kicker was, the more Aelin watched Rowan and his pine-green eyes, she realized it was more than a crush.

She was falling in love with Rowan Whitethron.

And he didn’t even know it.

We’ll Build New Traditions in Place of the Old

But Jane, ever since you came out of that bag, every aspect of your life has been decided for you. Hell, even your name. I think you need to ask yourself, what do you want?

Jane had never considered that she’d have any of that - the freedom to make these choices, not after she came out of that bag and especially not after she learned the truth about who she was. She knew Jane Doe was a rather unorthodox name, but she never allowed herself to think of what name she would give herself if she had the choice. Because she never believed that she would have a choice.

She had been Alice in a life she only remembered tragic glimpses of - a little girl who grew up way too soon and failed to enjoy the innocence that her playful name had held. And then she had been Remi, a life Jane cringed every time a memory forced itself into her mind, a young woman fueled by anger, driven by revenge and forced to bury her compassion under layers of strength and determination.

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paring: Sam Uley x Reader

fandom: twilight

request: Hey! If it’s not too much trouble, could I request a jealous/protective Sam Uley Oneshot? Maybe like the reader likes Sam but thinks he likes someone else, so they back off and eventually try to move on with someone else (despite still loving Sam) and Sam gets really jealous? Thank you so much ❤😊 ((sorry if that’s too specific)) 

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Waves of the ocean crashing against the shore on a beautiful day. The sun, for once had come out. One of those rare occasions in this town where it always seemed to be raining.
The weather didn’t match your mood, rain would have been more appropriate. The others were joking around but your eyes were solely focus on Sam and the girl he was talking to.
He’d never be interested in you, wouldn’t he? All he ever saw was that little girl he grew up with. Even though that’s not who you were anymore it was all he’d see when looking at you.

“Heading out!” Running out of the house and making your way to the street you yell back at your friend, “See you later Seth.”
A friend from town had invited you for a night out and it had been a welcome distraction. Maybe moving on with someone else would get rid of your hopeless crush on Sam.

After your third drink you were nowhere near drunk but a little buzzed which made it easier to talk to strangers, relax and forget your worries. The world always seemed so much happier and better, though only for that one night. That feeling never lasted, making it a dangerous game.

The guy who suddenly started talking to you got your attention and made you stop thinking about everything that was going on in your head. He was reasonable attractive, not really your type but what did it matter? It was just a conversation, something to keep you busy and your mind from wandering to unwanted topics.
One drink and an hour later he got a bit too close and handsy for your comfort. You subtly move a bit away from him, trying to get some distance and excuse yourself soon after.
“You’re coming home with me.”
Your heart sinks for a moment, shock and horror washing over your face. The pressure on your arm makes you wince. When you turn around, you’re not looking into the face you dreaded to see.
Sam? A confused look passes your face before anger takes over. What did he do in here?
“Sam, what are you doing here?”
“Looking out for you.”
“How did you even know where I was?”
“Heard you talking to Seth earlier.”

It was his protective older brother attitude acting up again. Though he wasn’t your brother or older than you since you were the same age.
“I can look out for myself, go home!” You hiss, his presence making you angry. Even when you tried not to think about him, he magically appeared anyway.
“I will but you’re coming too. I’m not leaving you with this scumbag.” He says, motioning over to the guy you left sitting on one of the tables.
“No, I’m thoroughly enjoying myself and don’t plan on going home alone tonight.” A blatant lie but you wanted him to leave you alone already.
Sam narrows his eyes at you, “If you want to hook up with someone so bad, you’ll do it with me but for now, we’re going home.”
The conversation for Sam is over because he already starts dragging you to the exit without another word. You didn’t want to leave with him but staying wasn’t such a great option either and there was something else on your mind as well. Did he really mean what he just proposed?

anonymous asked:

Why do you like bulma & vegeta so much??????

Mmm…

Why do I like them so much?

I guess it’s a love that kind of grew through the years.

I grew up watching Dragon Ball as a little girl and I absolutely loved Bulma’s character from the start. She was so brave and intelligent, and yet at the same time, she could also be a bit silly, like any young teenage girl, which was something that made her very relatable as well.

Then there’s Vegeta, who’s a completely different story…

When he first appeared in the show, “Saiyan Saga” Vegeta scared the sh*t out of me, and I was still very much in love with Goku because I had always seen him as a “hero“ character watching DB. And yet, even though Veggie was a ruthless bastard at the time, he was also a great villain and a very charismatic character.

My opinion of him kept changing and evolving as I watched the “Namek Saga”, and I guess I eventually ended up finding him a much more interesting and complex character. And yes, his death was truly heartbreaking (both of them actually, the one at the hands of Frieza and the one where he sacrified himself for his family)…

I guess, overall, I love how Vegeta and Bulma have evolved and grown, both as characters and into their relationship. I had always thought Bulma would end up with Yamcha, until I saw these two interacting with each other, especially after the GR explosion, and I realized Bulma was the only one that would both stand up to Vegeta and take care of him. So I finally understood that these two were made for each other.

I admit my Vegebul love also grew when I really got into fanfiction, about a year and half ago now, and I discovered so many talented writers exploring this relationship in many different ways. I found it so interesting that I even got into writing myself (something I had only done a bit in my native language, and NOT in fanfiction).

I completely respect and enjoy other ships, but to me Vegeta and Bulma have the most interesting and complex relationship in DBZ, especially considering how much Vegeta has grown and matured through the years.

I can’t wait to see more Vegebul moments in Super, especially now that we have little Bra!

Originally posted by cowcat44

I grew up as a shy little girl who took note of everything you were supposed to do and not supposed to do. I recognized at some point in my 20s that that’s not how you have to live. I became fascinated by people who know how to be comfortable in their own skin, even when they know someone else is upset with them. I think that’s why I love this Mickey character so much. She really doesn’t care — and I do. But I’m getting much better at letting that roll off.

bubblybikerides  asked:

I'm a little curious, so would you mind going in depth about what Livilla's relationship w Elise was like?

Livilla finding out she was pregnant was one of the worst moments of her life, second only to actually giving birth. From the moment she knew she would be having a baby, she detested it. The only saving grace was that it was proof of her and Garon’s love, but even then she didn’t want her lover’s attention to be distracted from herself. It didn’t help that Garon discarded Livilla as a lover after their night together, and she knew having a baby wouldn’t do much to help her situation. The baby was just a liability. Once Elise was born, Livilla could barely be bothered to name her, and just named her Elise because she always liked the name, but there was no actual thought put into it. Garon had at least acknowledged her as his daughter and gave her servants to help care for her and Cassita as a wet nurse, but it was mostly up to the staff to decide what to do with her since Livilla all but disowned her. Cassita cared for her as more of her mother then Livilla.

But once Elise grew up a little, the little girl became very attached to her real mother. She was very attached with the pretty lady who looked like her, and wanted nothing more then to spend time with her mother. The staff and Cassita decided to give Elise back to Livilla since the little girl wanted to be with her, but Livilla was irritated and exasperated with her daughter’s presence. She would get irritated quickly when Elise tried bothering her while she worked, and since her whole day involved working as a maid, she would tell Elise to just be quiet and try not to get in the way. She had to admit that this tiny girl was very cute, but obviously she got that from her adorable mother. But she wanted Garon, not Elise. Elise quickly realized this and tried redoubling her efforts to make her mother love her instead. She tried being the best child she could and tried to find things they could do together, but Livilla rarely gave her the time of day. Elise was so miserable trying to win her mother’s love, and Livilla hated how she had no more alone time with this girl always hanging around. But once Livilla became bed-ridden with sickness, she became more desperate for Garon. Elise was devastated seeing her mother in such a state, and stayed by her side every second to try and help heal her, or at least to be there for her when she was so sad. But Livilla just wanted Garon, and didn’t even glance at Elise while she was there. As much as Elise tried getting her attention and grabbing her hand, Livilla was too focused on the thought of Garon being there instead. Livilla died with Garon’s name on her lips and never once murmured Elise’s name.

Life Of The Party

Pairing: Reader x Pietro Maximoff
Warnings: Swearing!!
Summary: Being the youngest avenger did have it’s perks. Saving the world was your job man! What could get better then that? Maybe a steamy drunken make out session on top of the Avengers tower with none other than Pietro Maximoff?
A/N: I refuse to believe Pietro is dead so here you go this is for all my homegirls who are still in denial like me

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i’d just like to say fuck you to every middle-aged straight doctor who viewer who’s going off about why do shows need to focus on characters being gay or straight or old who never focused on this stuff or i only believe in human rights why do we need to see sexualities okay fuck off and shut the hell up, my biggest hero as a child was rose tyler to the extent that my first counsellor used her to help me think about how i could confront my fears, young me was convinced the doctor was going to show up in my garden one day, i lived for this show and for so long it defined who i was as a person.  do you think i would have tried to desperately to convince myself i was straight if i’d seen rose tyler, who in hindsight i was in love with in the most gay way possible, kiss a girl?  if a woman had bought martha jones a drink just once and told her she looked pretty?  if donna’s fiancé had been a woman?  do you think i’d have insisted to myself and everyone i knew that i wasn’t gay even though i could barely hold a coherent conversation around the prettiest girl in my class?  i don’t know!!!  but it could have made a real difference to me.  okay, sure, we had jack, but he a) wasn’t a series regular and b) wasn’t a woman.  sure, there’s river and clara but their sexualities are only hinted at and often played for laughs.  sure, there’s jenny and vastra, but they’re not regular companions and btw, one’s a lizard.  just give me this.  let me have this canonically openly gay companion without making it all about you because i GUARANTEE while you’re sitting there asking why it even matters, every gay little girl who grew up watching and loving doctor who could write you this same post, and so many gay little girls across the country are going to have a main character who’s like them and for us, for them, it matters.  shut the fuck up.

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It’s so strange to see all these Twister quotes going around after Bill Paxton’s death, because… look, it was not a good movie, but it came out when I was eight years old, and I remember it was the first PG-13 movie I was allowed to watch all the way through without a parent leaning on the fast-forward button at the bad parts. 

And there was that flashback scene with the little girl who grew up to be Helen Hunt’s stormchasing scientist character, and I thought, oh, because I was born a few months after a very, very large and deadly tornado that narrowly missed my parents, and so I always grew up with that shadow over my head, sketching clouds and standing out in the rain to squint at the sky and very seriously carrying my hamster cage down to the basement when the warnings went out. I mean, heck, as an extremely little kid, I memorized the free phone number for the weather office to get live reports and warnings before the internet was commonly available. I still have that number burned into my brain, I called it so often.

So the movie stuck in my head, and when I was sixteen a family road trip took us down through Colorado, where my mother (aware that I was mulling over what to do for college) very cannily suggested that we stop to check out the National Center for Atmospheric Research, and I realized, wait a minute, this was a real job that real people had. When I turned 17, I started college with the express goal of studying tornadoes. Whenever I got discouraged by the absolute mountains of physics and math, with the library access I had as a student, in my spare time I went through all the (mostly handwritten!) records the library could scrounge up of that tornado I’d been hearing about all my life. Buried in some box after a couple of moves, I still have little notebooks full of painstakingly copied and frankly horrific eyewitness accounts.

When I was 22, I decided to lead a stormchasing trip down to the States. As a lead-up to that, we ran a little lecture series for the attendees that consisted of bringing in the university’s experts to give safety discussions and whatnot (I’m still not entirely sure what kind of fast-talking I did to secure funding and the trust of the seven people who followed me into the great plains of the US during tornado season…), and as a treat, we decided to pull everyone into the classroom one evening to watch that goofy 90s disaster movie, Twister. And it was horrible! The science was appalling. But we all watched it in rapt fascination, start to finish, and every single person in that room mentioned that the movie was part of the origin of their interest in tornadoes.

And now… hey. I study tornadoes at a very high level. I regularly collaborate with the people on whom Twister was modeled. I’m pursuing a job prospect right now that would take me down to Oklahoma for a year to continue that work.

So, you know. I honestly know nothing about him at all, but I’m finding myself really unexpectedly very sad about Bill Paxton, in large part because he was such an important part of this goofy movie that meant a whole lot to me and sort of accidentally shifted the course of my entire life. 

RIP

Okay y'all, major plot idea / want / need coming your way. So there’s this little rich girl with that typical “I grew up with absentee parents so I have this serious need for attention” attitude and she is always acting out and going to these extremes to make people love her. She has a reputation for manipulating men and getting too clingy when they start falling in her traps. Enter a total scoundrel and con man who was literally raised as a weapon by his gold-digging mother to seduce rich girls and steal their money. At first they strike up a friendship over their scheming ways and shared love for the finer things in life - he even agrees to help her sabotage some girl who is an obstacle to her latest wannabe lover. But as they start spending more time together, they start developing feelings for each other bc they have just both been so deprived of love. They finally start to give in and even though it starts out as just sleeping together, they begin to reveal their genuine feelings for each other (after many screw ups because neither of them really know how to love someone). But oops he never happened to mention his past and that he actually made an effort to meet her because SHE was supposed to be his next target. Angst and drama ensues