mama's cub

Katmai National Park and Preserve is world-renown for brown bear viewing. About 2,200 brown bears are estimated to inhabit the park, and more bears than people are estimated to live on Alaska Peninsula. For those who visit the park (or are frequent viewers of #BearCam), they can learn about a bear’s behavior – like this mama and her three cubs standing up. Bear cubs often imitate their mother’s every move, and standing on hind legs allows bears to get a better view or smell of what’s around them. Photo by A. Ramos, National Park Service.

Whatever you do don’t picture Blue being motherly towards Lance.

Don’t picture her nuzzling and cuddling him despite the fact that she’s the size of a skyscraper just because she saw one tear fall down his cheek.

Don’t picture her grabbing him by his jacket with her mouth to stop him from squabbling with Keith.

Don’t picture her grabbing him up by his hood with her paw and shaking the other paw at him in a no nonsense way because he made a jab at Keith’s hair.

Don’t picture her waterblasting him because she thinks he smells after a mission and her little cub needs a bath.

Don’t picture Lance curling up in the crook of her front leg and going to sleep as Blue gently nuzzles him and attempts to sing him to sleep.

Don’t picture her ripping apart a Galra monster BY HERSELF just because her cub fell down and uttered one “ow”.

(Feel free to add more)

Something I wrote up while listening to Ciara’s “Paint It, Black.” Slightly based off these posts (x) (x)

Robbie twirled his key ring between his fingers, his foot tapping erratically on the floor of the Quinjet. “Are we there yet?” He asked through gritted teeth.

Agent May looked up from her tablet at him. Her face was impassive and her eyes were as cool as steel. “We’ll get there soon,” she said monotonously then returned her attention back to her screen.

Fire flared inside, him burning like acid through his veins. “That’s not fast enough!” he exclaimed, pounding his fist down on the empty seat next to him. Robbie sprang up onto his feet and began pacing back and forth in the small space. “If I had my chain–”

“But you don’t!” May snapped, causing him to jump. She set her tablet aside and rose to her feet. "So you better calm the hell down and sit your ass back down. I will not have you jeopardizing this whole jet if you flame up.“

They stared each other down. Her eyes as cold as ice, his burning bright with flames. Forces of opposing nature colliding in the small space between them and raging to be victorious.

Robbie groaned as he collapsed back down into his seat, resting his head in his hands. His insides were a stormy sea, tossing and turning within him into a huge swirling mess. He could honestly throw up right now. "If they hurt her…” He muttered, pinching his eyes shut.

“You think you’re the only one who cares about Daisy?”

His heart jolted sharply in his chest. Robbie opened his eyes and raised his head. May’s face was still the picturesque example of cold fury, but there was something else. It was in the way her bottom lip trembled, the way her dark eyes glistened. She was scared.

“We all care about her, Robbie. She means the world to us, so just because you love her–”

Robbie froze. “It’s not like that,” he interjected, quickly sitting up.

May raised an eyebrow. “Please, I see the way you two look at each other. I’m not an idiot.”

His mouth went dry. She glared at him, challenging him to deny it.

Daisy’s smiling face the last time he saw her appeared clearly in his mind from the warm crinkle of her eyes to the cute, small scrunch of her nose. Robbie’s heart pounded painfully against his chest as if it were dragging against shards of razor-sharp glass, and he lowered his gaze.

He couldn’t.

A gentle hand rested on his shoulder. Robbie lifted his head and his eyes widened. Deep beneath May’s hardened gaze there tinged a small, maternal warmth he had never seen in the older agent before.  

“I promise, Robbie, we are going to get her back alive. We are going to bring her home. And we are going to make those sons of bitches pay for ever thinking of touching her.”

A grin crept at the corners of his mouth. He nodded. Now that was something the two could agree on.