Longing is the absent chatting with the absent. The distant turning toward the distant. Longing is the spring’s thirst for the jar-carrying women, and vice versa. Longing allows distance to recede, as if looking forward, although it may be called hope, were an adventure and a poetic notion. The present tense is hesitant and perplexed, the past tense hangs from a cypress tree standing on its rooted leg behind a hill, enveloped in its dark green, listening intently to one sound only: the sound of the wind. Longing is the sound of the wind.
Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence, trans. Sinan Antoon
Request: “Hi I was wondering if you could write a teen wolf imagine where the reader is Scott’s sister and one morning she comes down stairs and forgets she is wearing Isaac’s jersey and Scott questions her. Just something cute. Hope this wasn’t confusing 💛”
Ship: Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader!MCcall x Scott MCcall (siblings)
Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, yelling, etc.
Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owner.
The morning sunlight seeped through (Y/n) Mccall’s glass windows. It’s brightness cascaded across her features. (Y/n) scrunched her face at the brightness of the light, shifting slightly due to the new found warmth. Groaning, she threw the pillow over her head with a huff. Hoping that sleep would take her again, she waited a few seconds, hoping too fall back into her prior comforting slumber. After a few minutes, (Y/n) sighed in defeat and threw her legs over the bed. She threw her hair up into a dirty bun, stretching and yawning as she made her way down-stairs. (Y/n) was quite a forgetful person. But this had to take the cake. As she walked down the steps, the only fabric covering her beautiful body, was her secret boyfriend’s jersey. Now, here’s the thing, Scott is very protective of his sister. Always have been, always will be.
That morning, Scott expected to see his sister, dressed properly and ready for the day. However, what he saw instead, was his baby sister wearing one of his friends jersey. There was a long rooted tradition in Beacon Hills. If a boy asked you to wear his jersey, it was a sign of good luck, a sign of affection. Most of the boys who had done it on the lacrosse team asked their girlfriends to wear their jerseys. The team had been doing this tradition for as long as time itself. Scott gave his jersey to his girlfriend, Kira. It was a symbol of luck and love for her. But for other guys, it was a sign to other boys, to show them that the girl they chose was theirs, as in, a one night-stand. His mind ran with horrible thoughts and pure terror, not to mention that Isaac was one of his good friends. “(Y/n)-” He said, wide eyed. “What the hell is this?!” (Y/n) hadn’t realized it until now. The second the words left her brothers mouth, her heart dropped.
Shit.. Not to Scott’s knowledge, but Isaac and (Y/n) had been sneaking around for a few months now. They were good at hiding it. It all started with the final game of the season, last year. The two lovers had been crushing on each other for as long as time itself. Isaac made a promise to himself that he would ask you out that night and take you out to dinner if he made the final goal. That was all the motivation that he needed, and before he knew it, the two kids were having dinner and laughing until the sun came up. Ever since then, the two of them were unconditional, absolutely inseparable. After that night, they’ve been happily together. (Y/n) was very good at lying, well, only to Scott. He was easy to trick, all she needed to do was change her perfume and he wouldn’t notice a thing. Scott never knew about the long nights they had spent together. Not until now.
(Y/n) panicked, glancing at her outfit, which only consisted of her boyfriends jersey and a small pair of under-garments. She was going to tell Scott about it, but the it was too late. The cat was out of the bag. (Y/n) stuttered, growing extremely red from embarrassment. “Scott- it’s not what it looks like, I can explain!!!” He puts his foot down, scoffing while he rests his hands on his hips. “Alright, go ahead then. I’m waiting.” Before, Scott rarely used his werewolf powers on his sister. He thought it was rude to pry in such a disgusting way. He thought that his sister, if she wanted to, had the free will to talk to him about whatever she wanted. But in this moment, he was more than obliged to pluck the secrets from his her. She played with her fingers, heart beating faster as she tried to come up with a good excuse. “You see- I uh- Funny story actually, I- this isn’t- I’m borrowing-” Before she could finish however, the house doorbell went off. Oh, god! Isaac. (Y/n)’s eyes went wide. He planned on taking her out for breakfast around nine, the time Scott wasn’t suppose to be in the house.
Isaac expected to see his beautiful girlfriend to open the door to the Mccall house. Instead though, her brother, and Isaac’s good friend, swung the door open, growling up at Isaac. “Isaac. What are you doing here?” He says with a bit of a bite. The young boy, despite his height advantage, felt incredibly small against Scott. “Oh, nothing. I just-” He paused, looking over his shoulder to see his girlfriend, (Y/n), shaking her head, motioning to her body. The jersey.Isaac’s jersey. He gave it to her last night after they…oh.. His eyes went wide, glancing back at Scott, who practically growled back at him. “Isaac, I’m gonna ask this nicely. Did you fuck my sister?!” The young boy glanced over his friend’s shoulder, looking at his girlfriend for help, something, anything. However, the only thing he got, instead, was her, mouthing one word. Run. Glancing back at Scott, he laughed fakily before turning to bolt away. Far away. “ISAAC, I’M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH! THAT’S MY BABY SISTER, YOU BASTARD!”
Scott chased after Isaac, for a few streets. After a few minutes, he finally lost him and made his way back to the Mccall house. There, he climbed up (Y/n)’s ladder, where she sat. She wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. “D’ya think he’ll be okay with it? With us, I mean?” He asks, slightly out of breath from running. (Y/n) sighs, grinning. “I’m sure he will. You better run though, lover boy. He’ll be back in no time.” Isaac giggled, kissing her again with passion. “You’re worth the chase.” She grabbed his arm. “Hey, I love you.” (Y/n) meant it, with every fiber in her being. She loved him. Isaac smiled from ear to ear, wrapping his long calloused hands around her waist before pulling her closer. “I love you too. By the way, you look sexy as hell in my jersey. You should wear that more often.” After that, he hopped off the ladder, running back to his house. He peered over his shoulder once or twice to look at his beautiful girlfriend. The love of his life. All of a sudden, a warm body tackled him to the ground. “ISAAC, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!”
Requested By Anonymous. Clarke is injured and she hides it from Bellamy.
Clarke had never been very good on her feet, she didn’t start walking until she was three and even then she’d stumble around falling over everything. It’s always been like that, but down on Earth there wasn’t something soft to break your fall, instead there were dangerous creatures, pointy sticks and brambles that went on forever. Clarke had fallen behind when she got absorbed in the medicine leaves not far back, she was thinking of her mother, she’d been complaining about having a lack of supplies. But anyway, as Clarke ran not so gracefully to catch up to Raven and Monty, the two weren’t too far ahead but she didn’t watch the floor as she ran, missing the root of a tree that was sticking out of the ground as though it was waiting for her to fall over it. And that’s exactly what she did. She swore for a moment her short life flashed before her eyes, she tumbled over the root, crashing to the floor, her body losing it’s grip on the ground and she ended up halfway down a cliff.
Clarke groaned, lifting herself up but wincing in pain at the throbbing coming from her forearm. Raven and Monty must’ve heard her cry when she fell because she could hear their voices calling for her not far up the cliff. Clarke’s eyes widened as she saw a small branch sticking out of her arm, blood already seeping out around it. She knew it was most likely a bad idea to remove it seem as she knew there was a risk of bleeding out, but she couldn’t just leave a branch sticking out of her arm so she carefully wrapped her small hand around it, cringing as she twitched slightly - shifting the stick in her arm - then she took a breath and she was sure her scream had made the birds in the surrounding trees evacuate.
“Clarke, just hold on. Are you alright?” Raven called down, her worry increasing at the girl’s cry of pain. Monty was already tying the rope around himself and relying on Raven to tighten the rope around something that would hold both Monty and Clarke’s weight.
“Fine, I’m fine.” Clarke replied between gritted teeth, the blood stain had grown faster than she anticipated but she just pulled her focus on Monty who’d dropped down beside her. Clarke gave him a weak smile but he didn’t return it.
“You don’t look fine, come on, we need to get you back to camp.” Monty reached out putting his hand tight around her waist so that he had a good hold on her then tugged on the rope, just to make sure it wouldn’t break and pulled them up, Clarke helping as much as she could. She didn’t mention her arm, she could patch it up herself when she got back, it was just a little cut as far as she knew. Raven grasped her hand helping get her the rest of the way up.
“How did you fall down there?” Raven asked, Clarke could see the girls cogs turning in her mind, thinking someone pushed her but Clarke blushed.
Raven paused for a second, glancing over at Monty who was untying the rope from the tree, he’d stopped too and held back a laugh. Raven didn’t even bother, she slapped Clarke’s back as she laughed.
“Abby did mention you weren’t so good on your feet,” Clarke grumbled not liking that her mother was telling people of her childhood, she could bet that Abby had told Bellamy things too, the fact only making her cheeks brighter. “Let’s get back. I’m sure the others would love to hear about this, honestly Clarke, out of all the things that could happen out here, you tripped.”
Clarke sighed and rolled her eyes, walking alongside Raven this time, the dark-haired girl shaking her head with a smile. Monty had followed behind, just in case Clarke decided to wander again.
Clarke knew it was bad when she could barely feel her arm, she hadn’t predicted the fast pace of the blood flow, she thought she’d at least be able to keep herself awake to stitch herself up. Raven hadn’t noticed the way she struggled to keep her eyes open, mainly because she hid it. Monty had went to find Harper as soon as they entered Arkadia and Raven had wandered off to tell the others of her failure in walking without falling. Clarke attempted to make her way over to med-bay but Bellamy stepped into her view, a smile on his face, something that was rare from him lately with all the drama going on.
“I’ve been waiting for you to come back, you’d have thought they sent you out to hunt or something, you look like you’ve tackled an animal,” Bellamy’s smile didn’t fade and Clarke didn’t want to inform him of how she felt right now, so she gave him a half smile for a half joke. “I wanted to say that…that you were right, Octavia just needed time, she forgave me earlier this morning.”
Clarke raised her good arm, placing it on Bellamy’s upper arm and giving him a weak smile. “I knew she would, she wouldn’t stay mad forever, you’re her brother, Bellamy.”
Bellamy was in such a good mood he hadn’t noticed the sweat forming on her forehead, nor the hitch in her breathing and the way her eyes were getting harder to hold open. He rambled about how Octavia told him she was sorry and how she was back to being his little sister, Clarke didn’t have the heart to tell him she had to go. But when he paused through his speech she sucked in enough energy to talk.
“Listen Bellamy, I have to get to my mum, she might need my help. Find me later and w-we can finish this conversation.” Clarke winced as she grew weak to the point where it was becoming hard to breath, she gave Bellamy a small smile before moving around him and walking in the direction of med-bay. She felt like a zombie, practically dragging herself but she had barely moved away from Bellamy before her vision blacked and she fell to the floor beside a random Arkadian who startled at her body suddenly falling beside him.
“Clarke!” She heard a familiar voice yell as her hearing faded, she felt her weight lifting off the floor so that she was in someone’s arms. “Someone get Abby Griffin, now! Move!”
Her vision returned rather quickly, her body ached the effort of having to pry open her eyes feeling harder than usual. It felt like she’d just woken up from a dream. Her body heavy. Clarke groaned when she saw a needle in her arm, blood flowing through it and a bandage wrapped around her arm where she assumed the branch had caused the cut in her arm. But that wasn’t what she focused on, the sleeping figure across the room was hardly visible in the dark lighting but she knew it was Bellamy. Her mother was sleeping soundly beside her in the chair, her hand in her mothers, she gathered Bellamy was the one who told someone to get Abby, it was a good choice, she was their best doctor.
“You should have told me about your arm.” She heard from the far side of the room, the voice quiet and hoarse but she heard it perfectly clear. Laced with concern as it always was. Bellamy, who had been sleeping, was now making his way over to her bedside, looking down at her, eyebrows knitted together. “I wouldn’t have badgered you.”
Clarke avoided his eyes, she felt bad, she knew how he felt about her hiding things from him. “I didn’t want you to worry, besides, you were excited about Octavia, it’s the first time I’ve seen you smile in a while, I wasn’t going to ruin your mood…although I guess I did anyway.” Clarke laughed lightly, but Bellamy’s face remained the same.
“Clarke, your health is part of my happiness. If I had noticed how pale you were I’d have dropped the conversation and carry you to med-bay myself.” Bellamy sighed, lowering his eyes to her hand which brushed his, Clarke finished the move for him, slipping her hand into his. He returned the hold, thumb brushing over the back of her hand, the feeling sending volts up her arm.
“That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you, plus it’s embarrassing how it happened.” Clarke felt her blush creep up her neck as she recalled her fall.
“Ah, Raven said she’ll leave you to tell us.” Bellamy raised an eyebrow expectantly at her and Clarke groaned, turning her head to the side. She hated being clumsy, it just made everything she did harder. “You didn’t really wrestle an animal, did you?”
Clarke scoffed. “I wish,” Bellamy rose his eyebrows at that and she looked back at him and sighed. “I tripped over a tree root, fell down a hill and somehow a branch ended up through my arm.”
“And you pulled it out?”
“I didn’t think I’d bleed as much as I did, I thought I’d get back in time to patch it up myself and be good as new.” Clarke explained, still feeling like an idiot, she was supposed to be a strong leader, someone her people look up to and yet she passed out from a cut in her arm in the middle of the camp. “Obviously I miscalculated.”
“You don’t say.” Bellamy grinned, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “You scared your mum…you scared me.”
“Sorry.” Was all Clarke replied, she hated that she scare people she cared for, she hadn’t meant to.
“Hey, if it makes you feel better I scared off a deer yesterday because I stumbled into a bush,” Bellamy chuckled, eyes flickering with something unnamed as he smiled down at the blonde. “The guys thought it was hilarious.”
Clarke let herself laugh alongside him, smile broad as she laughed, it felt like so long since she genuinely laughed and it felt good. “Then I guess we’re just a couple of clumsy leaders.”
Bellamy’s chuckle faded into a loving smile, “Yeah, I guess we are.”
Isaac Lahey - (Y/N) One Shot/Imagine
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(A/N): Requests are open! Sorry for this sh*tty imagine, I am just busy latetly and have a lot on my mind right now.
After years of living in Beacon Hills, you and your family had to move because of your dad’s job. And now, years later, your mom and dad decided it was time to go back to your roots, to Beacon Hills. You were sad but happy at the same time. Sad to leave your new friends, but happy to see your old friend, Isaac, again.
After years of living in a small town in Tennessee, your family moves back to your honetown, Beacon Hills.
When your dad had told you you were all moving back to Beacon Hills, you couldn’t be more excited. You were going to see your childhood best friend Isaac Lahey back and as a werewolf who still had some controlling issues, you belonged in Beacon Hills. A year ago, when you got bitten, you knew that it was fate pushing you in the direction of Beacon Hills.
As you roamed the halls of Beacon Hills High School towards your locker, some people were whispering when you walked by. They probably remembered Isaac Lahey’s sidekick and the girl with the bracelets. You also had seen some familiar faces from your childhood such as Stiles Stilinski - who had a serious glow up -, and of course right next to Stiles was Scott McCall but also Lydia Martin. As a kid, Stiles had a massive crush on Lydia and maybe he still has. You were putting your Biology, Math and Science book in your locker when you suddenly heard a familiar but deeper voice. Althought the voice sounded like Isaac, his scense didn’t. It smelled like a werewolf and you remembered that Isaac wasn’t one.
“(Y/N)?” The familiar voice said. You turned around to see exactly who it was, and there he was. Isaac had grown up a lot. He had become tall and hot. Without saying a word, you nodded and then wrapped your arms around the tall boy - almost man. Even if you hadn’t talked for years, his arms felt like home. Everything about him was home, except his sent, which smelled like werewolf. “Stiles had told me you were back but to be honest, I didn’t trust him,” Isaac said while a smile grew wide on his face. Just like when you were kids, his smile could lit up a whole room.
“Well, I am back so Stiles is right,” you responded to Isaac. To you it seemed strange that Isaac was hanging out with Stiles. How did he suddenly started hanging out with him and also probably Scott and Lydia? “And I am happy to be back,” you continued whilst finally shutting your locker.
"I am happy you’re back too. I have truly missed you during these couple years,“ Isaac began while you were leaning against your locker and he was standing right in front of you. It was just until now that you had noticed how beautiful his eyes were. As a kid, you never payed attention to them but now you noticed it. "It’s really good to see you again, (Y/N). We should really get together sometimes and catch up."
Just then you realised your heart had skipped one small beat, just one. Maybe it was just because of his proposal or maybe it was because of his glow up.
"I would love to, Isaac,” you responded with a shy smile on your face.
Even if you were only back for a little amount of time, you already felt at home again when you were talking to the boy standing in front of you.
“Great, and during lunch I will introduce you to Allison, Kira, Lydia, Stiles and Scott,” Isaac continued the conversation.
You were stoked to meet them all, even if you had known Stiles, Scott and Lydia as a child it was different now that you were all older.
“I would love to,” you responded to his propistion. And after that, Isaac helped you get to your first class of your new high school in your old hometown.
It was Visenya, not Aegon, who decided the nature of the Kingsguard. Seven champions for the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, who would all be knights. She modeled their vows upon those of the Night’s Watch, so that they would forfeit all things save their duty to the king. And when Aegon spoke of a grand tourney to choose the first Kingsguard, Visenya dissuaded him, saying he needed more than skill in arms to protect him; he also needed unwavering loyalty. The king entrusted Visenya with selecting the first members of the order, and history shows he was wise to do so: two died defending him, and all served to the end of their days with honor. The White Book recounts their names, as it has recorded the name and deeds of every knight who swore the vows: Ser Corlys Velaryon, the first Lord Commander; Ser Richard Roote; Ser Addison Hill, Bastard of Cornfield; Ser Gregor Goode and Ser Griffith Goode, brothers; Ser Humfrey the Mummer, a hedge knight; and Ser Robin Darklyn, called Darkrobin, the first of many Darklyns to wear the white cloak.
So I’m sure by now most people have seen the Vox graphics about how many characters were killed on the TV this season. But I wanted an even bigger picture so I broke out the data myself so I could compare it with GLAAD’s Where We Are on TV report.
So on Broadcast TV we had 36 deaths of Regulars and 99 deaths of Recurring characters.
On Cable (including premium cable) we had 43 deaths of Regulars and 51 deaths of recurring characters.
On streaming 10 total deaths were noted, which seems low to me considering Jessica Jones was at least half of them.
Unfortunately GLAADs only solid number on total characters is Broadcast Regulars so that’s the only one I can do overall percentages on.
So out of 881 Broadcast Regulars:
35 were LGBT
36 characters died
So approximately 4% in each case.
But of the 35 LGBT characters, 5 died which makes the death rate of LGBT Broadcast Regulars 14%.
So LGBT characters are dying at a rate of 3x straight characters.
In addition 100% of those deaths were women.
And 80% were women of color. (Consider that 33% of all LGBT regulars and recurring characters are POC.)
Food for thought.
Happy pride month
Dad poses for a portrait up in Knock Hill. Driving up through the Scottish countryside on the outskirts of Bathgate, he recalled how he and a childhood friend would frequently walk through the hills by themselves at the tender age of 12 during the mild summer months. Thirty eight years later, he is walking those same roads, as am I.