she should have done something about that

BOOK REC (Sci-Fi with PoC and wlw)

Why you should read The Long Way To A Small Angry Planet by Becky Chambers:

  • IT HAS A HUGE EMPHASIS ON FOUND FAMILY and also on moving forward and how you sometimes need different people at different stages of your life
  • The alien cultures, man, they are like nothing I’ve ever seen before on this scale. It’s not just surface stuff, it’s down to the belief systems and social interactions and how they view things like motherhood and violence and even board games! Also, FEMALE ALIENS WITHOUT BREASTS WHO ARE CONSIDERED VERY ATTRACTIVE TO HUMANS CAN I GET A HELL YEAH
  • Gender and sexuality are definitely way more fluid, one of the crew members is a species that changes gender across their lifetime (plus there is a crew member that goes by they pronouns, though not exactly in a nb way, it’s hard to explain)
  • Imagine Firefly, except in a universe full of aliens like Guardians of the Galaxy, and the crew aren’t criminals (for the most part) and are just generally a bit nicer. And by nicer I mean, as someone else more eloquent than me said about this book “they’re not all good people, but most of them are trying to be”. They care about each other despite all the cultural differences that sometimes have them screaming
  • most of the humans on the crew are not white
  • TWO FEMALE MEMBERS OF THE CREW BECOME A COUPLE I’m not gonna say which because it totally took me by surprise and that was an incredible thing cos I already adored this book and then it gave me the one thing it was missing that I hadn’t dared hope for 
  • polyamory is discussed frequently and is a base part of one of the alien cultures and it’s very normalised and respected
  • seriously everyone does their hardest to be respectful of each other’s culture and all the differences and even though sometimes they fail or really struggle they really TRY and that’s what makes it so great
  • the book is genuinely hilarious (“What do your crazy speciests do?” “Live on gated farms and have private orgies.” “How is that any different than what the rest of you do?” “We don’t have gates and anybody can come to our orgies.”)
  • there’s plot but it’s very character driven in a way that works really well
  • Kizzy - my favourite character who is just a joy (imagine Kaylee Frye if she was Chinese, hyped up on extreme amounts of caffeine, and totally eccentric)
  • like seriously every damn relationship in this book is so incredible and important and well done
  • I’ve never done a book rec on here before and the fact that I feel the need to do this should in itself say something about how amazing it is

In summary: 

  • amazing and compelling alien cultures
  • a crew/found family that are so beautiful in their differences and how they do their best to respect and accommodate them
  • it’s really fucking funny
  • “Ninety percent of all problems are caused by people being assholes.” “What causes the other ten percent?” “Natural disasters.”

We should talk more about the fact that Renee Walker basically just walked into castle Evermore and took Jean away from his abuser just. like. that. They both came out in one piece and none of the ravens got hurt. Like Renee Walker did that. She did something that Andrew, Kevin and Neil couldn’t have done in a million years - together or seperate. Renee Walker is a true legend and I’ll never stop adoring her.


Navy has the ship. She’s back in space. She’s going to collect the Rubies, something the Crystal Gems should have done A LONG TIME AGO, and they’re going to return to homeworld to tell the diamonds about the crystal gems.

And Lapis let Navy get away. Literally just because “she was right”.

What’s worse is that Eyeball KNOWS Steven has Rose’s gem. That’s not a detail she’s going to leave out when they meet the Diamonds again.


I trust Julie and Iman

Have had a couple thoughts about how Season 4 is coming out and just wanted to share them.

i personally love this season. Julie has already publicly stated how she’s constantly scratching her head on how to keep us intrigued and being one step ahead of us. 

She’s done EXACTLY that. Everyone seems to be so invested and hurt by any little thing that happens on SKAM this season, and that’s okay! That’s literally what her intensions are. To make us mad, to make us sad, to make us THINK. 

No matter what this season has publicly exposed those who are racist, those who are homophobic and those who are understanding. 

That’s GOOD. We live in a world where we should be able to realize that there are things that are wrong and things that should be exposed and talk about things.

I also WHOLE-HEARTILY trust Iman. That girl is so unique. She was so smart to take advantage of an opportunity where she would be allowed to represent a minority in a Western Country.

She KNOWS she has a responsibility.  She wouldn’t have done this if she thought Julie was a white-obsessed supremacist or some shit. 

She’s even said that for her to do something like this, she would get hate from her own culture; but she took that chance because she knows that SKAM has an international fan base, and the world NEEDS to understand that being Muslim, doesn’t mean she’s not human or bad. Especially with everything going on right now. 

Seeing her curse, being sad, and making misjudgments is only to show that Muslims deal with the same issues that anyone else does. It’s not like Muslim’s have to be perfect all the time? And here she is, showing us that she’s just like any other teenage girl who gets hurt. Yes, her religion is different; and SKAM has shown us that as well. (and I trust that they still will show us more) But never to the point where it consumes who she is, because at the end of the day Muslims are still human, and we all make mistakes. 

And SKAM has done JUST THAT. 

Fucking amazing. 

Thank you Julie and literally everyone else behind it.

You’ve made me think, you’ve made me understand, and you’ve made me want to learn more.


Ok I’m trying to get this OC out of my system so I can get back to drawing the gems everyone knows and loves. It’s not my fault, she’s really cute! Well, maybe it IS my fault, considering I created her…

I’m really flattered how many people seem to like her! The last picture I posted has over 300 notes already. You guys are so sweet!

Anyway. Under the cut I babble about what life is like for Aquamarine’s Pearl.

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Newly Engaged Killian Jones and Emma Swan WON’T STOP TOUCHING EACH OTHER: A STORY

We start here where our heroes are hearing about another true love couple who have sacrificed their happiness for theirs and Killian’s arm is around her waist.















Still Sane// Jughead Jones x Reader

Requested By: @castellandiangelo
Prompts: 13, 12, 14, 16
Word Count: 1374

Summary: The reader is mentally unstable after witnessing the death of Jason Blossom yet is too afraid to speak about it to anyone. Jughead and the reader have only started their relationship as a couple yet Jughead has mentioned he loves the reader.

Warnings: mental illness, swearing

It’s was a cycle you began practicing everyday ever since you saw his death. You would come home from school, stare in the mirror and cry. You could have done something! You could have saved him!

You screamed on the inside, tortured yourself to think about it and what you could’ve have done to stop it. You can’t stop the feeling and you can’t stop replaying the moment in my head. Your trapped, your stuck, you feel paralyzed almost in fear and hatred of yourself.

The cell rings and you get sucked back into reality. You’ve been throwing things, your room is a mess and all kinds of shit is tossed on the floor or thrown on your bed. You reach for your phone and close your eyes not wanting to see the damage anymore.

“Hello? Who’s this?” You ask right away not wanting to open my eyes to check caller ID.

“Oh wow. You really care about me. It’s Jug

“Oh I’m sorry, I was just-so-yeah I’m sorry Jughead.”

He chuckles and it relives you for a split second,“It’s okay I guess. Hey you promised you’d help me write a few days ago, and I’m sorta close by. Would you let me in?”

“Yes!” You say without hesitation,“I mean, yeah, why not I just, come over.”

“Alright I’ll see you in, erm, six?”

“Yeah okay love. See you.”


He hangs up and you sigh and open my eyes. The damage you had caused was still there. No different. You feel the memory of that day coming back to you and you feel yourself getting sucked in but close my eyes. You try to remember something else. Something far more happier than that day.

“What’s wrong Veronica?” You ask as she approaches your locker squirming,“You seem odd.”

She laughs,“Anything but. So I heard you and Jug have started going out? How long?”

You give her a questioning look,“Seven dates so far. Why?”

“Hasn’t asked you be his girlfriend yet?”

“No. And he doesn’t need to. I’m perfectly fine in the state we are in.”

Veronica smiles,“Alright. Well I overhead Jughead talking with Archie. And Jughead is smitten.”

The though Jughead had mentioned he loved you even though you had asked him out with a the line of “You, me, date, Friday. Pick me up at six. Okay bye!”

“Nice to know.” You smile and you begin to walk down the hall and she follows.

“And well Jughead may have mentioned he loves you.”

Your smile grows and Veronica looks at you happily.

“All I have to say is, maybe you should think about loving him back. Just a thought.”

“Just a thought?” You laugh lightly.

“Yeah just a tiny tiny little thought.”

You smile at the memory and slowly open your eyes.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You scream when you look at the mirror once again.

You see it all, the words you wrote with consciousness, you could have done something, you could have saved him, your as bad as a killer.

Is it true? You want to say something yet the words won’t come out. Why won’t anything come out about that day? You don’t want to feel the guilt anymore your ready to tell somebody.

For fucks sake why can’t I tell somebody!

“Hey Y/N!” You hear someone scream from outside the window. You walk over and see Jughead out on your lawn and he waves at you. You don’t wave back and you only notice when you pull away for the window and try to hide everything thrown under your bed.

After that, you run downstairs and you open the door for Jughead. Maybe this, well Jug, was the detox you needed from all havoc you’ve been causing yourself.


You pull him for a hug and catch Jug off surprise for he isn’t a huge hugger. Jughead surprisingly hugs you back.

“Hey… are you okay? You don’t usually hug me when we see each other. Not that it’s a bad thing or anything, I guess.”

You let go,“Sorry. I’m sorry.” You say awkwardly,“I didn’t mean to really…”

You gesture for him to follow as you head up towards your room.

You open the door and look through your closet for a sweater as you hear Jughead shut the door.

“What are you writing about?” You ask as you continue searching. Jughead doesn’t answer you,“Jug?”

You back away from the area and look at Jughead who is twisting his head to read what you wrote on the mirror with a marker.

Shit. You had forgot to clean that up.

You grab your makeup wipes and immediately attempt to clean the mirror as quick as you can. The wipes only smudge the words and it’s still visible, so you take duct tape from the floor and ripe pieces to cover it up.

“You know. I’m just decorating my room.” You say as you rip another piece and stick it over,“I just noticed it’s better without those words.” You speak rapidly.

“Y/N.” Jughead says.

You continue sticking pieces.

“Y/N!” He yells at you now.

You look back at him and try to pull at another piece yet he takes it away from you.

“What the hell are you doing?” He ask setting his bag down and grabbing a hold of your arms.

“Jug let go, let me just-”

“Y/N what the hell is going on?”

“What? What do you mean?”

He sighs,“You think I don’t notice? You started coming into to school with red eyes and bags under them. Your distance and last time I set up a date you didn’t show up.”

You stare hardly at the floor clenching you fists not wanting to feel now both the guilts rising up to take over your thoughts.

“Do you really love me, or was that an illusion you made me believe?”

“What?” He says leaning forward.

You look at him in the eyes grabbing the side of his face and holding him there,“Did you really mention you loved me, did someone really tell me, did you really do it? Or am I making that up?”

Jughead looks at you and he smiles lightly,“No I- I did mention that. I think I love you. I guess Veronica did tell you.”

You let go of his head and wrap your arms around his neck and he doesn’t question this time, he wraps his arms around you and holds you protectively as you cry. Part of you is happy your not losing all your sanity but still the other part feels it’s still losing itself.

“I’m not very good when it comes to relationships.” Jughead tells you,“So I might be wrong about this. But if something is wrong, you can tell me.”

You wipe you tears with your sleeves and Jughead leans in to kiss your forehead.

“I just- I want to tell someone. I do but the words won’t come out.”

He rubs your back soothingly as you press your cheek against his chest as you continue talking.

“But I saw something, and it’s all I think about Jug. I can’t go a day without having hundreds of flashbacks to it. I feel like I’m not living anymore.”

Jughead pulls back to look at you,“Y/N if you ever need me. I’m here okay?”

You nod and Jughead leans into you to kiss you. It’s slow, very slow, yet it’s okay because this is new. Jughead always gave you peck, for you know he was not the best at kissing, but the longer he kissed the more you felt like he really did love you, even if you’ve only been a official couple for a few weeks.

“You hungry?” He asks you when he pulls away.

“I could go for some food.”

“Oh good. I thought you were going to say no.”

“And what if I did say no?”

“I would still go Y/N. Between you and food, I chose food.”

“Wow, I’m so special.” You chuckle before kissing his cheek.

He swings his bag onto his body and takes your hand in his as he leads the way.

Is That a Thong?

paring: Peter Parker x reader

plot: Peter finds a thong in readers stuff. 

A/n: I suck at plots, anyway I didn’t do much writing so iIhope I can make up for the loss. 

warning: Wade, that should be enough. 

word count: 722

It was Y/n’s day off from training. Y/n would usually spend her day off lazing out, but Wade was forcing her to out with him. He said something about having a girls day out. It was more of girl and merch with a mouth day. 

“Wade, are you done yet?” she whined. Y/n was sitting between two pile of clothing both for men and women. She didn't even bother asking why Wade had to try on every piece of clothing in the store. All he wanted to do was get something special for Vanessa, it was there 3 year anniversary after all. 

“So how is Peter?” Wade rolled the ‘r’. Y/n thought about her boyfriend and wondered what he was doing, ‘he’s most probably having fun with the gang’ she thought. It’s not that Y/n didn’t like spending time with Wade, in fact she loves it, but right now it was just down right annoying.

Wade picked out something for Vanessa a long time ago and paid for it too, he even got something for him and his stuffed toy unicorn. 

“hey writer, she has a name you know it’s Uni. Now get back to writing,“ 

“Wade, who are you talking too?” Y/n asked her best friend. “I am talking to the writer who is writing- ahh never mind” Wade came out of the dresser with a pink strapless sundress, y/n looked at him wide eyed, she didn’t even know why she was shocked this was just typical Wade. 

“does this make my ankles look fat?” 

 Y/n came home with a bag filled with clothes, she went to her room not bothering turning on the light, she jumped on her bed revealed that she can finally take a nap. 

Her head fell on her fluffy pillow, just when she was about to close her eyes, she felt someone’s hand wrap around her waist. Y/n screamed and rolled off her bed hitting herself on her way down. 

“FRIDAY lights now,” Y/n said and got up as fast she can without hurting herself in some way. 

“Peter?” she asked looking at her sleepy boyfriend “what are you doing here?” Peter rubbed the sleep from his eyes “ I got bored so I came here waiting for you to come home, but I guess I fell asleep,”.  You smiled and got back into bed. 

“didn’t you go shopping with Wade today? How was it? what did you buy?” Peter nudged your shoulder and you let a low growl which made peter laugh. “Was is that bad?” he kissed your temple. “ No it was great actually pretty amazing, but it was so long” Peter laughed. 

“what did you get, I wanna see,”  he said. Y/n chuckled “it’s in the bag over there the y/h/c girl pointed at the bag that was on the dressing table. Y/n went to the bathroom and Peter went to look at the things she bought. It wasn’t a lot.

Peter looked throw your things when he found a small bag in it there was some type of black material. He took out the lacy fabric out, but he didn’t expect what he was about to see. It was a lacy black thong. 

Peter blushed thinking about you wearing something like that. 

“so peter what do you think about- is that a thong?” Y/n scanned the thong in Peter’s hands. 

“that’s not mine,” both said at the same time. 

You looked at one another and blushed “if it isn’t yours then who’s is it?’’ Peter questioned. “ I think I took someone else one by mistake,”. 

Just then someone bursts out of the window “ that’s mine” Wade said he had his infamous red suit on, he took the thong from Peter’s hands. You looked at him quizzically “since when you wear a thong?’’ Peter asked. Wade wore the thong on top of his red suit. 

“Since always Spidey, but you wouldn’t know, now would you” Wade flirted with Peter and supposedly winked at him, but you couldn’t see because of his mask. 

“but in all seriousness does this thong make my butt look big?” Wade asked as he did a weird pose.  


Hey guys, just another bughead piece, this hiatus really is killing me slowly!

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” Kevin mumbled tripping on the toe of his expensive, Italian loafers, effectively scuffing them, stopping his sprint to the trailer park

“My shoes!” He moaned, looking down to the scuffed up leather, before he continued on his journey. Almost instantly he picked out the red headed best friend of the particular boy he was searching for.
“Archie!” He shouted

The football player turned, his eyes going wide as soon as he saw the distressed looking teen.
“Kevin? What are you doing here? What’s the matter?” Archie dropped the basketball he was playing with and made his way over.

“Jughead.” He panted “I need Jughead.”

Suddenly a new baritone voice joined the conversation
“You looking for me Keller?”

Whipping around Kevin clutched Jugheads arms.
“She’s coming, she knows, she’s angry and she’s coming.” He practically fell into Jugheads arms.

“What are you talking about man? Who knows what? Who’s angry?”
Jughead was trying to calm down the flustered boy, when all of the sudden his beautiful blonde best friend was pushing past the three boys and heading for his trailer, Veronica was right behind her but stopped to stand next to Archie.
“I told you.” She whispered

“Betty?” He asked confused.

She didn’t even turn around, just slammed into his front door leaving all four of her friends to stare after her.

Jughead moved to follow her, but Veronica’s perfectly manicured hand stopped him in his tracks.

“She found out about your dad, about the drinking and you being homeless for a while. She has to do this, she’s hurt Jughead. Everyone knew except her. The worst part is, she found out from Cheryl blossom.”

Jughead felt sick to his stomach, he never wanted anyone to find out. Archie had found him under the stairs at school, and of course he had to tell Veronica, who then told Kevin who then spread it throughout the school. He had begged them all to help keep Betty in the dark, he didn’t need her being worried about him, she had enough going on. He didn’t want her to think of him as some homeless soon to be alcoholic, just like his dad, her opinion mattered to him. Hers was the only one he cared about.

He started towards his front door again but Archie stopped him
“Dude, you gotta let it happen.”

And so he stayed, Archie’s hand on his shoulder and his other two friends, patiently waiting by his side. His nerves pulling at his brain.

Meanwhile inside the house, Betty was the picture of calm. Eerily so in fact.

Slamming the front door loudly, she woke Jugheads dad from a deep sleep, beer bottle dangling from his hand. He jumped, adjusting his eyes to see the girl in front of him, standing there high school cheerleading uniform and all, with her arms crossed dangerously in front of her chest.

Jugheads dad rubbed his eyes “Elizabeth Cooper?” He squinted up at her “would you look at that? You’ve most certainly grown, if you’re looking for jug, he’s probably at the basketball courts with Archie.” He glanced at the bottle in his hand and took a swig, that was the final straw for Betty.

Turning on her heel, she headed for the kitchen. She bent down and pulled out a black trash bag from under the cabinets. She took a moment to smile, everyone kept their trash bags in the same place.

Ripping the bag open she reached into the sink, grabbing the empty and half filled booze bottles and chucking them into the trash bag, she turned to the refrigerator and began clearing out all the liquor that litter d the shelves. Apparently that snapped Jugheads dad out of his haze

“Girl what are you doing?!” He began walking towards her and she stilled, before storming over to him, stopping him in his tracks.

“This” she said, holding up the bag “is done. You are going to stop this.” She moved around his living room now picking up vodka bottles and dirty flasks depositing them all in the trash bag, she continued “you can’t do this, not anymore. maybe you don’t care about your own well being and as sad as that is, that is your choice, but when your choices start affecting my Jughead, then something needs to be done.”

Betty picked up pizza boxes and scrunched her nose “you’re going to get sober. You’re going to get a job. Preferably at Fred Andrews construction, I heard Jughead and Archie talking about how Fred is going to offer you a position, then you are going to get your family back. Because right now?” She shoved his recliner, peeking under the seat and finding a mason jar filled with some strong alcoholic substance, shooting him a look she threw it in the trash. “Your son is drowning, he is going through this all alone, and that is not okay with me. Do you like seeing him struggle? Does it make you happy to see the bags under his eyes? He had no where to stay Mr.Jones. He was sleeping under the school stairs.”

“Elizabeth I..” he was choking, tears welling up in his eyes, as he hung his head in failure.

Betty looked away, scanning the room, it was better, much better. There were no alchohol bottles in sight and all the empty food containers were cleared, it looked livable. She was sweating slightly, heaving the heavy trash bag over her shoulder. Sighing she moved to stand in front of him, smiling slightly at the all too familiar blue eyes. She placed a supportive hand to his shoulder

“We can’t go back and we can’t change what’s happened, but we can start fresh. Make it better. Be better. Be better for your family, be better for Jughead Mr.jones. Please.” With a subtle squeeze to the sobbing mans shoulder she headed outside, dragging her trash bag.

Everyone immediately ran to her as she walked out the door. She smiled reassuringly to her friends and shoved the trash bag into Archie’s hands. She nodded at them and they slowly moved away leaving just her and jughead. He looked devastated, humiliated and so sorry she wanted to cry.

“Betty I…” she shook her head, grabbing his hand and squeezing

“I’m hurt Jughead, I’m hurt you couldn’t talk to me about this. You couldn’t confide in me after everything I told you about my horrible family life. But” she dropped his hand , moving aside and motioning to his father standing at the door, tears streaming down his face. “We’ll talk later, I think someone else has a few things to say to you.” She squeezed his shoulder supportively and headed off with Archie, Veronica and Kevin.

Jughead took a deep breathe and headed to his front door, immediately falling into his fathers waiting arms. He let it all go, Jughead cried into his fathers shoulder, biting down to stop the sobs, everything he felt , everything he thought he had pushed away came barreling full force as his father squeezed him tightly, whispering “I’m so sorry son, I’m so sorry”

They stayed like that for what felt like hours until they both dropped to the porch and began speaking off all the things that would change, that had to change. By the end of the conversation both men were thoroughly exhausted. Jugheads dad took a watery breathe and let out a chuckle

“That girlfriend of yours is a keeper, you don’t let her go. Not for anything in the world. I’m not sure, but I think she just saved my life.”
Jugheads eyes widened as he hopped off the porch
“Betty!” He exclaimed, having forgotten that he had to talk to her. Had to see her.

“Hey jug!” His dad called after him, turning around Jughead raised an eyebrow

“Come home tonight okay? Please.”
Jughead swallowed the lump in his throat, his father had never asked him to come home but by the way he practically pleaded with his eyes, Jughead knew he meant it

He simply nodded at his father
“Okay dad.”

The older man smiled brightly
“Alright, go get your girl!”

Smiling back Jughead took off.

By the time he reached Betty’s, he was out of breathe and practically keeled over, he used whatever strength he had left to scale her ladder, spying her sitting in her vanity chair, staring into the mirror, he tapped gently.

She jumped before her eyes softened and she opened the window for him.

Taking In his red rimmed nose, bloodshot eyes and messy hair, she knew that the conversation with his father had not been an easy one. She sighed gently wrapping her arms around his waist. And leaning into him. He wrapped her tight, squishing her against his body. Not having to see her face gave him the courage he needed to speak what was on his mind

“I trust you. I trust you more than I trust anyone on this planet. I wanted to tell you about my dad, I just couldn’t. I didn’t want to drag you into my mess, I know you’re going through enough on your own. You’re the most important person in the world to me, I didn’t want you to think of me differently, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, I’m sorry you had to find out that way and I’m sorry I kept you in the dark. But what you did today?” He took a deep shaky breathe pulling. Away so he could look into her eyes.
“I can never repay you for that. You are the most amazing person I have ever met, and I’m lucky enough to have you in my life.” His eyes were shiny with unshed tears matching her own. Suddenly something shifted and he found his lips connected to hers

The kiss was far too short for his liking, but today had been an emotional day for everyone involved and he knew she was taking that into consideration.

“You are forgiven Jughead Jones, I think you and I have a lot to talk about, but we’ve both done quite enough talking today.” She giggled softly as he squeezed her waist “ I think we should both get some rest. Are you staying with Archie tonight?”

The smile spread across his face involuntarily as he answered “no. No I think I’ll go home.”

She smiled gently
“Walk me to school tommorow?”

Nodding contentedly he dropped his lips to hers for another quick kiss

“You got it babe.”

She giggled as he climbed out the window.

Maybe things were finally going to be okay

God, Betty Cooper really was something else.


Supercorp Appreciation Week

Day 2 (April 25): Favorite Quote

So I had an entire post scheduled to go today because I’m very busy but I still managed to find the time to watch Ace Reporter and immediately had to redo this day’s quote because HOLY SHIT OMG. This episode destroyed me.

Lena: Loss does strange things to my family and I’ve lost a lot of people.

Kara: Well, you’re not gonna lose me.

Lena: I think when I feel things again, I’m gonna be very, very afraid of the person I might be.

Kara: You don’t have to be afraid. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.

Lena: Promise?

Kara: I will always be your friend. And I will always protect you. I promise.

 I’m posting this from the grave, FYI.

This exchange was beautiful. One of the things that made me ship supercorp in the first place was just how honest these two are with each other. And this exchange? It’s a whole new level. Lena has stated over and over how she wants to be different from her family and her actions have proven it. But here, she’s openly admitting to Kara that she’s actually terrified of being like her family. But not her brother, like everyone thinks. But of her mother. She’s so afraid that she’s going to end up like Lillian Luthor. The cold and calm facade Lillian has that masks how dangerous she is. She doesn’t want to be like Lillian. But in this moment, she feels like her.

It goes back to what Supergirl told Lena in Medusa. “She [Lillian] is cold and dangerous. And you are too good and too smart to follow in her path.” It gives that scene a whole new perspective when you realize Lena has feared that she’s like Lillian in this respect.

And Kara takes a different approach this time. Because as Supergirl, she can only comfort Lena with words. But as Kara, she can be more…intimate.

Lena talks about how much she’s lost? Kara assures her that Lena won’t lose her.

Lena tells Kara about how she’s afraid of who she will be when she’s no longer numb? Kara says you don’t have to be afraid. Because from the beginning, Kara has known that Lena is good. She’s so good and wants to help and wants to better the world. Yes, she has a dark side and can sometimes operate in a morally gray area but Kara is certain that Lena doesn’t have to fear being a bad person because she’s just not one. And if something ever happens where that might change? Well, Kara will be right there for Lena and help her through it.

And now the part of the dialogue that really gets me. Lena asks Kara to promise that she isn’t going anywhere. That she won’t leave Lena like everyone else has that Lena cares about. And we know that Kara is Lena’s family. We know that no one has done for Lena what Kara has done and based on canon quotes, this includes Jack. So Lena asks Kara to promise that she won’t lose her.

And Kara can’t. She can’t promise Lena that she won’t ever leave her because Kara is Supergirl. And if she promises that and then something happens to her? She’d have broken that promise. And Kara is all about trust. So she can’t promise that she’ll always be there. But she can promise that she will always be Lena’s friend. And that is so, so important. Friendship has to be the core for any relationship. Romance should never be put above friendship because your romantic partner has to be your friend. And these two are so lucky to have both.

What Kara can also promise? Is that she will always protect Lena. Kara has gone into death defying situations to protect Lena and would do so again. Always. And Lena’s reaction when Kara says this? When she was snuggling into Kara’s side with her eyes closed? Her eyes open wide and her mouth drops. Because every time Kara has protected Lena? Has been as Supergirl. And whether this was just a slip on Kara’s part or Kara threw caution to the wind to make this promise because she wanted Lena to know how much she meant to her, I’m not sure. But it happened. And Lena noticed. And I think if Lena had any doubt before, now she knows.

New Years Kisses

2016, now

John was sitting alone, watching his friends socialize, and drink, and gush about Thomas’s new job in Washington. Alex was talking to Maria and Eliza, probably flirting. Eliza was giggling, and Maria was laughing at Alex and glaring. Alex looked over at John and his smile widened- if that was even possible.

Alex sat down not to John, smiling and holding a red plastic cup. “Hey, Laurens.”

John inched away. “Hi, Alex.”

“Happy new years! I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“It’s been, like, a month.”

“We live in the same city. We used to see each other every day.”

John shrugged. “I don’t know. You’re always hanging out with whoever you’re dating.”

Alex frowned. “What?”

“I’ll think about calling you, and then Laf tells me that you’re on a date. I don’t even know who you’re dating right now.”


John cut him off. “Forget it. I don’t want to know. You’re probably drunk.”

Alex tipped the cup toward John. “It’s lemonade.”

“Then you’ve had some of your date’s drink.”


“Go away, Alex.”

“John, I’m completely sober. I’ll devote my entire attention to you. If you tell me what the hell you’re upset about.”

“Right, of course, you will.”

“I will.”

“Why should I believe you? Why should this year be any different?”

Alex looked confused. “John?”

“Go away, Alex.”

“Okay…” Alex stood up, walking over to Thomas, where he appeared to, from John’s point of view, forget all about John

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm writing a story settled in a future where after a war, people built a new society. I've noticed that my setting is extremely vague and confusionary. I don't know when i have to insert details since i'm writing in 1st person. Like, I jave characters, I have a decent plot, I have a nice world building, but when writing I'm leaving the latter out and it's a problem. Do you have any advice? Thanks!

Setting and World Description

I love this question, because I think it’s a really, really common problem, and it’s one I’ve faced on numerous occasions. We’re often told that we should know our setting really, really well, and that we should be able to describe it in great detail. But when it comes time to put that concept into practice in the story, nothing seems to work. It all feels “info-dumpy,” or like we’re trying too hard to paint the picture, and we start to fear that we might be boring our readers, who honestly just want to know what happens in the setting. 

So how do we execute setting description in such a way that it’s informative and engaging? 

First, the real reason we need all this info…

Imagine you’ve got a small town as your setting, with a major street that runs through it. Along the street, there are several small businesses. During story prep, you may have done sketches of this street, or at least made a small diagram to lay out where all the businesses are. You may have even gotten really detailed and dotted bus stops or traffic lights, to the point where you can visualize this street perfectly

So now you go to write your first chapter. Your protagonist leaves home and walks down the street towards the bus stop to go off to work. As they walk the street, you start thinking, “Man, this is the perfect opportunity to describe all the businesses they’re passing by!” So you start to do that, and it all starts to sound like you’re giving directions. “To the left of the flower shop is the post office,” and so on, and so on. 

But here’s the big revelation to this whole conundrum. Just because you know it, doesn’t mean you have to show it. 

The reason it’s encouraged to do so much setting development isn’t so you can pass it on to your reader. At least, not everything. It’s so you know where things are, and you can navigate the world better. 

Let’s say you did zero setting development, and as you were writing chapter one, you decided to have the protagonist mail a package. You throw in a brief detail about the post office being a two-minute walk from the protagonist’s house. Then, much later, your protagonist is buying some flowers, and you throw in a detail about the post office worker loading a truck outside, because the post office is right next door. And then the protagonist takes the bus home….except, didn’t you say in chapter one that they were just a couple minutes walk from the post office? Are there two post offices? Or did they just take a bus unnecessarily? 

See, the real reason it’s so important to know how things are laid out in your setting is so that you don’t make mistakes like this. If you had made a diagram of your town, you would know where all these things were.

Side note: And just to add here, this does not mean that you have to make a diagram of a fictional town before you start writing in it. If you’re not much of a planner, and this sounds awful to you, then just make one as you go. In chapter one, when your protagonist walks to the post office, make a quick little map with a couple squares that shows how close your protagonist is to the post office. And as you mention other buildings, add them to this map. Then you’re not adding extra things you don’t need.

So in conclusion on this point, don’t feel like you have to add in all the details that you’ve worked out ahead of time. There will be some that you need to share with readers, but there will also be many that you only need to help you stay consistent throughout the story.

How do I add the necessary info?

When adding setting details, they need to be relevant. And if they’re not relevant, you need to make them relevant. We’ll continue with our small town/post office/flower shop example.

For the sake of simplicity, we’ll say that the flower shop and the post office are next to each other. If your protagonist is only visiting the post office, then the location of the flower shop is irrelevant. But if the flower shop being there is a detail that you feel the readers should know, or it’s something you want to include as a stylistic choice to add depth to your setting, then we need to make it relevant. So how do we do that?

Give the protagonist a reason to either A) Think about the flower shop or B) Notice something around the flower shop.

  • A) Think about the flower shop.

As she’s waiting in line at the post office, she may have a clear view of the flower shop through the window. But don’t just have her observe it. Have it trigger some kind of thought. Maybe she has a sick friend or relative, and it reminds her that she should buy them some flowers. Or she’s done something wrong, and flowers might be a nice peace offering. Or maybe it reminds her that her garden is overgrown and it needs tending. Any of these thoughts actually trigger deeper plot development, which makes them a double whammy.  Who is sick? What did she do wrong? Why is her garden overgrown? Is it always overgrown or is there something in her life that’s causing her to slack on this?

Whatever route you decide to go with, you’ve now made that flower shop relevant to the protagonist’s inner conflict, even if all it’s doing is triggering something.

  • B) Notice something around the flower shop.

This “something” could be something about the exterior of the building, or an employee they can see through the window or who is out on the street, or it could even be a couple of people standing outside the flower shop talking or doing something. The significance here isn’t so much the flower shop, but rather what’s happening around the flower shop.

In describing whatever is happening, you would say something like, “In front of the flower shop next door…” and then write the situation. In this method, you’re not giving special meaning or significance to the flower shop; you’re simply adding more color to your setting by mentioning that there is one, and a reader can visualize the scene even better if they picture a window of flowers behind whatever is happening. It ends up serving a huge purpose in just a few innocuous words.

The Bigger Picture 

Okay, all flower shops and post offices aside, good setting description is integrated when a character “bumps into it,” either literally or figuratively. Describe settings when a character enters them, or when they’re thinking about them. If you feel like the description is necessary, then you need to find a reason to get the character to either go there, or else think about going there, or remember going there. It needs to have context with other story information.

When it comes to complex world-building details, you follow the same principle. If there are unique circumstances that your character has to face in the world you’ve created, explain them in moments when the character is either facing those circumstances, or when they’re thinking about facing them or remembering facing them. 

I suppose you could argue that I’m making this more complicated than it needs to be, because there are readers that love description for description’s sake, but for many readers, we need context. We need to know that what we’re reading is telling a story and moving events forward, rather than just informing us or educating us on a story world. 

Plan minor story events around exposition. Make things happen in your story that help to reveal the important details of your world and setting. It might seem clunky when you first start doing this, but if you’re patient with yourself, eventually you’ll be integrating description and world backstory like a pro. 

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tylerjoxeph  asked:

I just woke up, what's going on with trixie??

So basically Delta made some vague facebook status about a Rugirl fan favourite who was acting “grand” with local queens. She ignored when people asked if it was regarding Trixie. Detox shared it saying “how unhhhhfortunate”. Then Delta had another facebook whine about “people making situations behind a keyboard”, which is irrelevant but shows how hypocritical Delta is. Then Trixie tweeted that Halle Berry looked like she should be performing at Hamburger Marys. Detox took it personally for whatever fucking reason and tweeted Trixie saying something like “more digs at LA girls, mmhmm.” and then “@TrixieMattel what’s good? #fuckwithoneofusyoufuckwithusall” and then said that she liked Trixie but didnt like people who act like assholes. Trixie has yet to make any sort of statement and Delta and Detox havent actually said what Trixies meant to have done. And thats what youve missed on Glee.

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Title: Revelation
Characters: Hanji Zoe x Levi
Genre: Humor / Angst
Rating: T

@levihanweek​ Day 3: Sense  - - - A continuation of my Day 2 piece. The shenanigans with Pastor Nick continue. And the angst too.

Read Day 2 here.

Hanji took a long, slow breath and conceded, “You’re right. I know you’re right. But I keep going over it in my head. Analyzing every moment, considering if there’s something I could have done differently.” She laughed quietly, bitterly, “not that it matters now anyway.”

“You’re still talking like a fucking idiot.”

Nearby, the pastor shook his head, muttering under his breath, “That’s no way to talk to your soon to be wife.”

That snapped her out of her thoughts. Hanji’s head jerked up, “-your soon to be what?

“It’s not – just – fuck,” grabbing her ponytail, he forcefully turned her away from the pastor, “Ignore him.”

The pastor hummed, “You should tell her about my offer. Life is short.”

Levi’s ears flushed red. He hissed, glaring murderously over his shoulder, “Shut the fuck up.”

Hanji looked at the pastor, perplexed. An offer? Could it be - had he agreed to open up about the true nature of the walls?

Levi must have read the excitement on her face. Grimacing he shook his head. “He hasn’t agreed to help us with anything useful – yet,” he ground out the last word, an unsubtle threat.

“My ceremonies were quite sought after in Stohess, actually. I even allow time for individuals to include their own vows,” the pastor said, effortlessly changing the subject.

Levi rose in one fluid motion. “Yeah, you’re gonna wait outside.” Grabbing the pastor by the front of his shirt, he dragged him up. The pastor yelped as Levi sent him stumbling out of the tent.

Hanji watched the exchange, mouth agape. It almost sounded like the pastor was talking about,“…Levi, is he offering to-?”

“He’s an old, senile bastard and I think you rattled a few brain cells loose when you hung him off the wall,” Levi muttered. The tips of his ears were cherry red.


Hanji almost left it at that. Almost. But he looked so damn uncomfortable. She couldn’t help herself.

“Is there any particular reason why our friend Pastor Nick wants to marry us?”

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Sanvers Week Day 2 - Nerd Girlfriends

In all her years of being wined and dined by well-intentioned young men she tried so hard to love, Alex hoped she’d learned a thing or two about how to treat a lady.

But when Maggie first came over to her apartment with pizza and beer, to make all her hopes come true and kiss her for what felt like the first time, Alex had blurted out that she wanted to take her on a date before she even realised that she’d never planned one in her life.

Where the hell did lesbians go for dates anyway? She didn’t think she’d ever seen any at the movies, at a restaurant… Did they just go to gay places? Is that why she’d never noticed?

The doubt must have shown on her face, because Maggie had smiled a little and tucked some of Alex’s hair behind her ear. “Danvers, you really don’t have to. I feel like I should take you out first. You know, to show you how the other half live,” she joked.

“Pfft, thank you, but I’ve got this,” Alex chuckled, eyes flitting anywhere but into the too-warm intensity of Maggie’s. “I can plan a date. I’m the best at planning dates. I’m…I’m known for it.”

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Hatred (Part 3)

Summary: After walking in on you with Jughead, Betty makes it her mission to convince you guys to talk about your relationship. It takes some prodding, but eventually you work everything out.

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You walked all the way home and went straight to your room before you even looked at your phone. 9 missed calls from Betty. But 0 from Jughead. Why hadn’t he called? Whatever. You knew you’d have to deal with this on Monday anyways, so you might as well enjoy the rest of the weekend.


You went to your locker that morning, hoping to put your stuff away and go straight to class. Unfortunately, Betty had other plans. She was waiting for you at your locker. You tried to turn and leave, but she had already seen you.

She jogged over to you. “What the heck, [Y/N]? Why didn’t you answer my texts or calls this weekend? I didn’t mean to mess things up with you and -”

“Betty, I don’t want to talk about it.” You interrupted. You were annoyed that he hadn’t bothered to contact you at all. If he actually did care, wouldn’t he have done something?

“What’s wrong?” She could tell you were upset. “Didn’t he talk to you? After you left on Friday, we had a long talk about you two.”

You were a bit surprised. Jughead had talked to Betty about it but not you? “What did he say?” You asked, biting your lip. Whatever he said could make or break your relationship.

“It’s not my place. You should ask him.” The bell rang just as she finished her sentence. “I’ll see you later.” She walked off. You sighed. You’d have to take this into your own hands.


You were prepared to ambush him at lunch, but he was nowhere to be found. After 10 minutes of looking for him, you gave up and went to sit with Betty, Veronica, and Archie.

Betty looked surprised as you took the seat next to her. “Why aren’t you talking to him?” She leaned over to whisper so only you would hear.

“I can’t find him anywhere.” You rolled your eyes. You just wanted to focus on your lunch and spend some time not thinking about Jughead.

Of course, that moment was when Jughead decided to show up. He sat down next to Archie, across from you. You tried to give him an angry look, but he didn’t even bother to look your way.

“What’s up, Jug?” Archie turned to greet him.

Jughead turned to Archie and began chatting, as if everything was normal. How dare he just ignore you like that? You turned to Betty, shocked and angry. She gave you an apologetic look before turning to Jughead.

“Hey, Jughead, do you want to study with me and [Y/N] tonight for the next history quiz?” She asked politely.

“Not if she’s going to be there.” He finally looked at you, but he was glaring. What was he doing? Why was he acting like nothing had ever happened?

You clenched your jaw and your fist tightened around the plastic spoon you were holding. “No, you know what? I won’t be there.” You looked at Jughead. You wished you could burn a hole with your eyes.

“Yes, you will. You’ll both be there. At my house. 6 pm.” Betty’s voice was a bit more forceful than usual.

Jughead glanced at you again, his eyes narrow and dark. You continued to clench your fist and when you opened it again, you found you had split the plastic utensil in half. You threw it on your tray. “Whatever.” You said as you stood up and walked away.


You really didn’t want to go to Betty’s but you knew that if you didn’t go today, she would push you to go tomorrow and then the next day until something actually happened. Might as well get it over with.

You showed up at Betty’s house around 6. She answered the door and led you to her room, where Jughead already was. He was sitting backwards in her vanity chair. You could feel his eyes on you as you walked past him to sit on the seat in front of the window. You immediately wished you hadn’t come. You sat, folding your arms in front of your chest and keeping your gaze straight so you wouldn’t be looking at him.

Betty sat on her bed and glanced back and forth between the two of you, waiting for one of you to start a conversation. When that didn’t happen, she spoke up. “So, why don’t we start with Jughead? Isn’t there something you wanted to say to [Y/N]?” He slouched in his chair and refused to speak.

You were tired of this game. You had to start this conversation, because obviously he wasn’t going to. “Damn it, Jughead! Why can’t you just say something to me? Why didn’t you call me this weekend? And why were you being a jerk at lunch today? Does none of this matter to you?”

“Of course this means something to me, [Y/N]! I was the one who kissed you first!” He turned to you. He was very angry. “Do you know how hard it was for me to decide what to do? I’ve hated you all my life and then somehow I liked you? It makes no sense!” He stood up quickly, knocking the chair to the floor.

“Jughead, calm down. It’s okay, we’re going to work this out.” Betty said, calmly.

“Betty, why does this even concern you?” He snapped at her.

She looked up at him, shocked. You’d never seen Jughead this angry before and you bet that she hadn’t either. “Okay, Jughead. I’ll leave, but you two are going to fix this.” She sounded a bit hurt. She silently walked out of the room.

“Jughead what the hell? You just kicked Betty out of her own room!” You stood up, now as angry as he was. Being this rude to you was one thing, but being this rude to Betty? That’s where you drew the line.

Jughead sighed, rubbing a hand across his face. He seemed shocked himself at what he had just done. He instantly lowered his voice. “I know, I didn’t mean to…” He slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. You couldn’t stand to see him so upset with himself.

You walked over to him, gently sitting down so your right leg was touching his left. “It’s okay, Jughead. She just wants us to talk it over, so let’s do that.” You reached over to grab his left hand. “For Betty.” Your voice hardened a bit on those last words. You were still angry with him.

He glanced at you. You gave him a small smile, hoping to cheer up. He smiled back.

“Okay, here it all is.” He turned his gaze to the floor as he spoke. “I was still struggling with how felt about you after the party. I really liked the kiss and you seemed to, too, so I thought we might have a chance. But on Friday, when you left as soon as Betty showed up, it seemed like you were embarrassed to be seen with me. That’s also why I didn’t bother calling you. I was mean to you today because I thought that if I went back to acting how I used to act around you, maybe things would go back to normal and I would stop liking you.”

“Jughead…” You started. Your actions did sound pretty bad. You never meant to hurt him like that. “Jughead, look at me.” He looked up, looking into your eyes. You placed a hand on his cheek. His hand moved to cups yours. You loved the warmth of his hand on yours. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings when I left on Friday. I was confused, too. You told me that it was ‘too complicated,’ so I thought you didn’t want an actual relationship. When Betty showed up, I panicked and left because I thought you wouldn’t want anyone to know. I’m sorry if it seemed like I was embarrassed of you.”

He sighed. “I’m sorry that I was being so difficult about everything. I just wasn’t sure about what I felt or what I wanted.”

“Well do you know what you want now?”

“Yes.” He smiled. “I want you.”

You placed your other hand on his other cheek and pulled his face to yours. You pushed your lips to his. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer to him. Before the kiss could turn into anything deeper, you pulled away.

“Is something wrong?” Jughead asked worried.

“You need to go apologize to Betty.”

He sighed. “Yeah, I was a bit rough on her.” He stands up and heads for the door. As he opens the door, the two of you see Betty backing away from the door quickly. She flashes you a guilty smile. “Oh, have you guys worked everything out?”

“I think Betty was listening in on our conversation.” Jughead says, turning to smirk at you.

You fake gasp, making a shocked face. “Betty!” You jokingly scold her.

“Okay, maybe I was.” Betty laughed.

“Listen, Betty, I want to apologize for -” Jughead began, sounding worried.

“Don’t worry about it, Jug. I forgive you. I just wanted you guys to make up and you did, so I’m happy. Does this mean I can tell Veronica and Archie about you guys?”

“Uh, I don’t know… It might be weird given how we used to act around each other. They might tease us about it.” Jughead turned to you.

“Oh, they’ll definitely tease us. But it’s nothing we can’t handle.” You smirk at him.


“So does this mean you guys have been having anger sex the whole time?” Veronica asked at lunch the next day.

You sat next to Jughead, across from Veronica. Jughead looked at you with shocked eyes and a slightly red face.

“Very funny, Veronica.” You said, mockingly. You smirked and raised your eyebrows at her as if to say “yes.”

“I saw that.” Jughead said, causing everyone at the table to laugh.

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for @alrightpotter

happy birthday ellie! you are one of the gentlest, most vivacious and all round wonderful people i know and i’m so lucky we stumbled across each other. your writing brings me so much joy – so i hope you enjoy this, which pales in comparison to anything you’ve ever written!

this is the zombie apocalypse au i never thought i would write.

word count; 2,306

It happens in April.

It happens slowly, painfully and, worst of all, anonymously.

No one knows what it is. Where it comes from. Why it is happening.

It just comes.

Mrs Evans falls on the eighth day, Mr Evans on the ninth. They’re too old and frail to have a chance of withstanding it. Petunia is in London, her fate is a mystery.

Lily gets out on the twelfth day. Alone, quickly.

She packs her bags and runs, leaving her parents locked in their bedroom, knowing that someone will find them and put them out of their misery, but refusing to be the one.

On the radio, the ones that work after sixty-six days, crackling and stuttering, news of a safe place is repeated. If it is safe for you to do so, head to London. The government will protect us.

It’s surreal. It’s American. It’s too farfetched to be true. But it is.

Lily learns to survive. Alone, quickly.

When you need to, it comes easily. The running, the cold nights, the silence, the screaming. It is a necessity and so Lily learns.

At one point, she almost gives up. It’s the eighty-first day. They’re everywhere. There’s too many. But she gets out. She runs and runs and runs, and doesn’t stop until her knees are bloody and her hands are scraped and she’s fallen over so many times she can’t get up.


They find her on the hundredth day.

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With Mars Bars, Snickers and Skittles

Happy birthday @mysenia. I’m so sorry I’m late but I’m in the middle of a writer’s block and just couldn’t write. It’s taken me forever to finish, sorry! It’s nearly 5am here so maybe it’s not too late??? Hopefully you’ll like this and it will be worth the wait T.T

Peter officially wakes up exactly on his birthday.

On that 27th of October, dark clouds greet him when he painstakingly turns his head and everything indicates that it’s one of those rare cold days in California. On that 27th of October his doctor nearly drops the chart she was holding and her little entourage of interns flutter around excitedly because it’s a… miracle.

(Peter has a feeling that he will come to hate that word pretty fast.)

They make him go through a battery of tests a mile long that leaves him even more exhausted than he already felt. By the end of it all, he finds himself in a new room, in a new bed, with a tray with soup and a strawberry jello that the nurse has plated and placed a candle on. Peter doesn’t know how to feel about it but he has always loved sweet things, so he thanks the nurse, blows the candle and eats it anyway.

He regrets it later. Not because he gets sick or anything, but because he doesn’t and that’s a miracle too.

(It’s been less than a day and he hates the word already so he was right about that. Shocking.)

He asks. He knows who’s dead, of course. He became the alpha the moment Talia died, so the bonds transferred to him instantly and he felt most of those snap before he could even reach home. But three of those were still active after he tore the unsuspecting Kate and Gerard Argent’s throats apart and forced his way inside the house. None of those were in there, all the ones he found were already dead, and he lost consciousness just after managing to crawl his way out. Those three bonds are still active right now, so what happened?

The nurse tells him that Laura is on her way, that they had tried to reach her the moment he woke up but were unable to. She should be here any moment now, she says. However, it’s not her who makes it first but a sweaty and winded Cora.

Peter has never been a family man. Ever. He was more likely to skip the once a year family reunion than to actually attend it. However, he has to admit that he has always had a soft spot for Talia’s brats. He used to call Cora his tough crybaby because she would power through whatever was upsetting her like a seasoned warrior and then go to Peter’s downtown office to vent. If Peter was in a meeting she would patiently wait outside until it was over. Then she would unceremoniously enter, grab her pastel and sparkly stuffed unicorn (that he kept in plain view just for the entertainment it provided via his client’s reactions) and bawl her eyes out. Peter would let her vent and not intervene until she either sat on one of the chairs he had in front of his desk or on his lap. He then would give her a Mars bar that he kept in his first drawer just for her (Snickers for Derek, Skittles for Laura) and they would talk (she normally wanted revenge, Derek just a good vent and sometimes advice, and Laura could go both ways) until she felt better. If this happened at home, he more often than not would find himself with a squatter in his bed.

Peter fell into a coma in January and has woken up nearly in November, but of the next year, so it’s been nearly two years and Cora is fourteen already. She has gone from slightly chubby to spindly and Peter frowns inwardly, because he doesn’t like what it implies. She waits until the nurse excuses herself to walk towards the bed and try to muster a smile. Peter sighs and draws her in. She lands with a grunt on the bed and holds herself stiffly for a few seconds before she collapses and he starts to feel something wet where she has hidden her face on the crook of his neck.

Laura and Derek arrive shortly after but Cora doesn’t emerge from her hiding place. They both look startlingly thin and worn out, but Laura especially so. She tears up the moment she sees him awake and comes to hug him almost immediately. Derek remains by the door, looking miserable.

“I’m sorry,” Laura babbles. “My boss is an asshole and I couldn’t give him an excuse to fire me and-”

“Shush,” Peter croaks simply and she quiets and collapses just like Cora beside him.

Derek is still by the door.

Just before her death, Kate Argent was bragging about the methods she had used to get what she needed. Peter knows. Derek is sixteen years old right now, so he was fourteen then. He was a kid and even if some part of Peter wishes he had been fully an adult so he could blame him, rage and let his own anger out, he can’t. If anyone is to blame here apart from the obvious, it’s Peter and Talia and Mathew. They were the adults, they should have noticed something. Peter should have noticed something amiss.

And so, he does the most difficult thing he has done in his life and says, fully believing it.

“It wasn’t your fault, Derek. Come here.”

And Derek shudders, swallows thickly and unravels before his eyes. Cora starts crying again, Laura shakes even harder. The nurse has enough tact to not say anything when she finds all of them in a pile.

How Laura managed to keep Derek and Cora’s guardianship, Peter doesn’t know, but he suspects strongly that the Tribunal moved things along to facilitate it to make up for what happened. Their “kindness” and “helpfulness” ended right there, though, because Laura has been running herself to an early grave with three jobs to keep up with the hospital and their livelihood expenses. She should have received the life insurance dues but the company contested them and in the end she ended up with more expenses (from the lawyer’s fees) than what she started on, so she had to let it go because she couldn’t afford the risk of not being able to pay for the little flat where they live at the worst part of town. She never even started college in UCLA like she was supposed to.

She has been arguing a lot with Derek because he wants to leave his studies to work full time to relieve her of some of the pressure and she won’t have it. Cora is still in mandatory schooling but she helps sometimes at Derek’s workplace before going to school and around the neighbourhood for a pittance after it.

They are tired, worn down, stressed and downright miserable.

This situation is unacceptable.

The first thing he does is contact the Tribunal. If it was only about Peter, he’d prefer to make it on his own without having to depend on them, but this is about Laura not looking a step from keeling over, about Derek not feeling guilty about continuing his studies, about Cora not looking like a strong wind will blow her away, so he will swallow his pride. He may not be able to get what he wants from the insurance company, but he can strong arm the Tribunal into doing that for him.

On another front, Peter finds out that he has just missed the chance to take the bar exam again and the next examination period is in February, so he can’t do anything about that. The thing, though, is that his clients chose him mainly for his deviousness and his smarts, and those are more than fine even if he just woke up. He can try to reach out and offer his services as an external consultant until he has his license again. He doesn’t lose anything by trying and even if it doesn’t work, he will have let them know for when he goes back full time on February. If it does work, he’ll get another source of income that will give them a reprieve.

He even knows with whom to start.

Peter, love, I have missed you so much!” one of his favourite clients gushes when he offers his services as a consultant and briefly demonstrates that he’s still as capable as ever. This particular client likes very hung Latinos that always turn to be golddiggers that want to steal his fortune. “My new lawyer is just no good! Dear Pablo got a veritable fortune out of me when he left me and that’s no good. I thought it would happen again with Roberto but here you are again to save me from a cruel fate!” He sighs dramatically. “He was so cute when we married, love, and he worshipped me so much…

“You mean your cock,” Peter points out dryly, like many times before.

Well, that too,” he giggles. “He did this thing with his tongue that… Let me tell you, I’m going to have trouble finding someone who knows how to do that, love, and I’m already mourning because it was fantastic.

“You always say that, Anthony,” Peter says amused.

It’s your fault, darling,” the man pouts. “You know you are my one true love. We would be so good together! Ah, but no use crying over what will never be.” He sighs again. “I’ll have my assistant send you all the necessary documents to your temporary address. Get back to me as soon as possible, yes?

And so, by the time Peter finally gets fed up and leaves the hospital AMA, the insurance company has paid up everything it should have and he has a somewhat steady and hefty source of income.

There are a lot of changes in that first month. Among other small things, they move to a bigger flat while Peter sorts out the Hale land issue, Derek stops talking about leaving his studies and only works at the weekends (because apparently his work is not that bad, which in his case is as good as a singing endorsement), Cora stops helping around the neighbourhood (she just gives a hand at Derek’s workplace because she likes it too) and Laura is currently unemployed because Peter flat out ordered her to leave all her works when she couldn’t bring herself to make the decision even though she really wanted to. Peter also enforced the rule of having as many meals together as they can and has watched satisfied as they gain weight steadily.

All in all, he’s satisfied with the progress even though he knows they need to address what happened. He knows better than to push it, though, because even if the kids are as different from each other as day and night, they do share a common feature between them and with Peter. None of them do well when pushed to talk, they need to make up their minds by themselves first, so Peter just waits while they do. Peter is ready for when they feel like it.

And as he expected, Laura is the first to crack. Ever since she found herself with as much free time as she could ever want, she hasn’t known what to do with herself. Oh, the first few days (a week if he’s being generous) she enjoyed it. She slept in, watched series, went out and so on, but it got old pretty quickly and she started feeling antsy.

He’s working late in his office (the fancy way to call the kitchen until he actually gets himself a real one) when she slips in silently. She makes a show of looking inside the fridge but Peter already knows. Just like when this happened before the fire, though, he lets her be. After a couple of minutes, she sits in front of him with a mug of hot milk that he knows she probably won’t even touch and that Peter himself will end up drinking.

“I don’t know what to do,” she says finally. “I just… don’t know?” She rubs her mouth and then her forehead frustrated. “I used to and now I just… don’t?”

“So what?” Peter replies when it looks like she has run out of things to say.

“I-what?” she stutters bewildered.

“So what if you don’t know what to do?” Peter elaborates. “What’s the problem with that? What’s the rush?”

“I’m already twenty! I should-” she cuts herself before continuing desperately. “I can’t just stay doing nothing!”

Peter understands what she doesn’t say. She has devoted every second of the last two years to make sure the family stays afloat and now that she has nothing threatening to weight her down, she finds herself adrift.

“Then do something,” Peter says simply and she gapes. “You don’t know what to do with the rest of your life? Ok, fine, then decide what to do for the next day, week, month. Whatever you feel most comfortable with. Work, treat yourself, learn to do something new. You said yesterday that you wished you knew how to bake, right? Then find a course and learn. No? That’s no good? Then what else? Knitting? Martial Arts? Languages? If there’s anything that sparks your interest, even if it’s just a vague one, then go for it until you find your own way. And when you find it, you found it.”


“Laura, you’ve more than earned the right to be unsure and try your way around. Your parents would have been proud of who you have become.” Peter reaches into his bag and gets a little bag of Skittles out to hand it to her. “I couldn’t be prouder of you.”

Laura laughs and laughs as she catches the bag, then cries and cries, then she laughs again and then cries.

“Sorry,” she hiccups when she finally can get a hold of herself, just like she used to I’m the rare occasions that she cried this hard when she was younger. “I’m a mess.”

“Tell me something new,” Peter answers dryly, also like he used to.

That startles another laugh out of her and she throws a Skittle at him, again like she used to. Peter grabs it before it can impact on his eye (the little shit has always had deadly accuracy and one Skittle to the eye in his lifetime is all that Peter will tolerate) and then eats it. He makes a gagging face right afterwards, because he likes sweets but not the mass produced and just plain sugar kind. She laughs again when he steals her now lukewarm milk.

“You can come in, squirt,” she says after a few seconds, prompting a disgruntled Derek to come in.

Even as kids they had the rule to not intrude when one of them needed Peter, and he has always found that endearing and amusing in equal parts. He doesn’t let it show, of course, even if he shares an entertained look with Laura when Derek’s back is to them.

“You finished the milk,” he grumbles put upon and Peter nearly snickers.

“Here,” he says instead, handing him the mostly untouched mug of milk and Derek nods gratefully.

It looks as if he just came for something warm but he stops before leaving to fidget at the door. “Stiles is looking for a helper,” he finally lets out after a lot of hesitation. For moment Peter is a little confused but then he remembers that Stiles is the nickname one Mieczyslaw Stilinski prefers. The boss that always sends Derek home with a wagon of homemade sweets (that Peter secretly steals part of) because he pays him a ridiculously high extra every month to have him as a taste tester that gives him a brutally honest opinion about his creations. Peter doesn’t want to tell him that it’s most likely because both of Stiles’ parents also died before he was an adult and he wants to help him out. “He loves teaching people and he pays well.”

“I’ll look into it,” Laura answers warmly and the tips of Derek’s ears go red. “Thanks, squirt.”

“Not a squirt,” he grumbles before leaving.

Laura does apply for a job at R&R (one day Peter will actually remember to ask what that stands for) and gets it. She comes back looking mystified and Derek and Cora keep smirking. She keeps coming back happy and relaxed, though, so Peter, who is up to his ears with work, sees no reason to investigate further for now.

Cora seeks him out a week later. Just like she did before the fire, she unceremoniously walks into his office (still the glorified kitchen but hey, coffee and snacks right at hand) and then sits in a corner with the stuffed unicorn that Peter was so fond of. She isn’t crying this time but he knows better than to let that lure him into a false sense of safety.

When she finally turns to face him, her opening is certainly not what he was expecting.

“A boy called me a bitch today because I refused to go out with him,” she states completely serious and Peter is a bit thrown because she doesn’t exactly look affected by it. He waits for the other shoe to drop. “He said that if I had a mom I would be more of a lady… or something along those lines.” Ah. “You may get a call about that, by the way, because I think I broke his nose.”

Peter blinks, then he holds a hand for her to high-five (which does the trick to relax her from her tense posture) and then speaks. “Love, I know she was your mom and you thought her the perfect saint, but… well, no use on sugar coating things. Your mother was the most perfect bitch I’ve ever met and let me tell you, your father downright adored that part of her. In fact, he got all misty eyed and it stunk all around because of it. It was disgusting.”

“Uncle Peter! I don’t want to hear about mom and dad-” she groans revolted and can’t even bring herself finish the sentence. Peter hears Derek and Laura groaning too at the sitting room and he inwardly claps himself in the back.

“Yes, exactly! That was exactly my face,” he continues outwardly unfazed but deeply amused by her reaction. “I didn’t want to hear my sister doing the nasty either.”

Uncle Peter!” they chorus from everywhere.

“Okay, okay. You’re such an overdramatic child…” He sighs as if put upon. “But back to your mother being a bitch and that being a fantastic thing.”

“Yes, please.”

“Your mother nearly broke the pack apart once.”


“What you just heard,” Peter nods. “A bit of back story for you first so you can understand what happened better. Before your mother was made the alpha, the Hales were a very traditional matriarchal family. Children were always had at least in groups of three and power would be always passed to the oldest daughter. If the main family didn’t manage to spawn one, they would lose the right of leadership and it would shift to the line that had the currently oldest daughter. As you can guess, that was the ground of very entertaining familial situations,” he adds dryly.

“Why always at least three?”

“The oldest daughter for the alpha and of the two remaining, the oldest would be the right hand and the youngest the left hand.” At her incredulous look he nods. “Yeah, I know. In your case, Laura would have been the alpha, Derek the right hand and you the left hand.”

“That’s just-”

“I know,” he nods chagrined. “Not only that didn’t let anyone choose what they wanted to be, but it also disregarded that one person may be completely unsuitable for the job.”

“That’s so stupid.”

“Also, to put it bluntly, being the left hand was the worst thing that could happen to anyone. Invariably, they got pushed to the fringes of the pack and had to do all the dirty work behind the scenes and at the same time endure being looked down for it.”

“That doesn’t make any sense!”

“Exactly,” he agrees. “They had a system where the current holder of each position would teach the next one and in their eyes, that was more than enough. In reality it only served to drive the next generation apart just as much as the current one was.” Peter sighs remembering. “To make a story short, your uncle Daniel was too hot tempered and impulsive to be the right hand, your mother was too self-centred to be the alpha and I was too bitter and drawn to be the left hand by the end of the training period. None of us wanted to be any of those either. Do you know what your grandparents said?” She shakes her head in answer. “That she might be too soft to be the alpha.”


“Your mother was many things back then, love, but soft wasn’t one of them. In any case, she did a complete turn over into becoming the perfect daughter and alpha candidate. One neither Daniel nor I liked one bit.” Peter swallows remembering. “And if I didn’t want to become the left hand of the Talia from before, you can bet that I wanted to become that to that Talia even less. By then the rest of the family had caught wind of what was happening and demanded a trial period of a month before she was approved and Talia agreed to it.” Peter remembers that very night clearly even after so much time has gone by. He remembers her sneaking into his room at night and reaching to scent him with a softly whispered trust me, please. “It was one of the worst times I’ve ever had but I endured it and so did Daniel.”

“Why? Wouldn’t it have been better if some one else got the job? None of you wanted it, right?”

“Believe me, if you’d had more contact with your granduncles you wouldn’t be saying that.”

“That bad?”

“Worse,” Peter says plainly. “Needless to say, she became the alpha in the end. But here comes the good stuff. By tradition, she should have chosen Daniel and I right then, but she didn’t. She chose your father instead, the most level headed and calm person I’ve ever met. It couldn’t be a more perfect choice even if she tried.” Peter grins remembering the mayhem. “Then she refused to choose a left hand and your grandmother and your granduncle Joshua very nearly had an apoplexy just then. It was glorious. Your uncle Daniel and your granduncle Estephan couldn’t stop cackling and let me tell you, I never saw him even smile when he was training me.” Peter smiles sadly rememberring the so brilliant and so tired man. “But, wait, it got even better. They all tried to stage a mutiny just then and she roared them into submission with so much ease it was ridiculous. When one of our cousins tried to push it and called her everything under the sun, she punched him and sent him rolling a few feet. Her bitch please face was a thing of beauty and I chose right then to be her left hand.”

“After all her troubles!”

“It was never a matter of capacity in my case love, but of willingness,” he corrects her simply. “But anyways, to wrap this up, your mother chose to be a bitch, to stand for what she believed on and not feel sorry about it. You can bet your ass that she would have high-fived you too today if she could have.”


“Really. But Cora, dear, the left hand still left in me is cringing at the execution. Next time be more subtle and don’t get caught.”

“I knew he’d never admit a girl punched him, though. He’s one of those macho guys.”

“Ok, I’ll admit that then,” Peter hums handing her a Mars bar. She grins happily. “But those types do crumble under the right pressure, you know. One push from their mothers and they’ll sing.”

“True. What do you suggest then?”

Peter does get called because of that punch. He talks his way out of trouble and not only Cora doesn’t get punished, but he gets the boy suspended for a week for harassment, with his own parents fully endorsing the punishment.

(Yes, Peter is that good.)

(He may have inadvertently created a monster, though.)

Unsurprisingly, Derek waits to seek him out until the house is empty because Laura is working and, as if sensing something was up, Cora has made herself scarce. He’s not crying, but he smells miserable, tired and sad. He hovers on the doorway for some time before making his way in. He has Cora’s unicorn clutched tightly between his arms when he finally takes a seat, which proves completely she knew something was up. He keeps silent for so long that, for a moment, Peter is sure this is one of those times when Derek doesn’t actually want to talk and just needs the company.

“If I hadn’t- If I-”

“It would still have happened. She would have tried Cora next and, if that had failed she would have found another way.”

“But it was me. I was so stupid! How could I not notice!”

“Hmm,” Peter hums, outwardly calm in the face of the storm even though he wants to find a way to revive both of those psychos so he can torture them back to death. “So if right now something about a child being abused appeared on the news you’d think them weak? And if it was of a child being raped?”

“I- No!”

“Then what is it that makes you different?”

“I wasn’t a child!”

“Weren’t you? So you think fourteen year olds aren’t children? So if you heard news of a teacher being arrested for having sex or a relationship with a fourteen year old you would think what happened is their fault? For being gullible? Or would you think that the teacher is to blame?”

“I- It’s not- It’s not the same!”

“Why? What makes you different? Being a werewolf? You think being a werewolf changes much hormonally or neurologically speaking?”

“I should have known,” Derek whispers quietly.

“She was really good, Derek, and you weren’t the first she did this to. There were other kids before. Do you think they are to blame?”

Derek doesn’t answer. He just swallows and then cries silently.

Slowly, very slowly, Derek begins to open up. So slowly, in fact, that for a while Peter thinks that he flubbed up with his approach when they talked. But, after a while, he starts noticing little changes here and there and he can finally breathe easier.

Time passes. Despite some hiccups, the kids look healthier, happier and more motivated. Laura loves baking and is talking about enrolling into a school to get a title; Derek has been thinking about studying psychology to become a counsellor; Cora’s grades have shot up and she’s thinking about trying different clubs to see what she likes.

On one rare alone night, Peter gets out a bottle of fine whisky and silently toasts Talia, who in her final moments chose to issue another big fuck you to the stupid Hale traditions and shot the matriarchal system to hell. Then he forces himself to remember both the good and the bad of those gone and then to let go.

At a month to make a year after he woke up, the kids stage an intervention against Peter.

“I didn’t stop working so that you could work yourself to an early grave, uncle Peter,” Laura scolds him frowning. She looks so much like Talia that for a second Peter expects her to take both of her shoes off to practice her accuracy with his head. Since unlike her mother Laura does have a good aim, this could only end badly for him.

“I could up my hours again?” Derek adds softly, which is arguably worse that Laura’s promise of physical violence and Peter inwardly cringes. “I’m sure Stiles would appreciate it? Cake Wars is coming up, after all.”

“Cake Wars?” Peter asks, confused. He now knows the meaning of R&R -Rebel’s Respite, in a homage to Star Wars, but because of copyright reasons he used that acronym in the registration form. Apparently he continuously makes a pun about how by doing that he’s rebelling against the copyright Imperium. Peter hasn’t met the man yet, even after all this time, but he doesn’t really need to to know he’s a complete dork- courtesy of Laura, but this is a term he has never heard before.

“No no no no no,” Laura intervenes hastily before the distraction can work. “No changing the topic.”

“Nice try, though, uncle Peter,” Cora says smirking.

Peter narrows his eyes at her with a clear a don’t you dare sass me, young lady, I taught you everything you know and she smirks even more. Ah damn, he did create a monster, after all.

He sighs resignedly.

Over the next week, Peter reduces his hours drastically. He’s been trying to save enough money to make a good savings account for each of the kids for any emergency or situation that may arise, but he figures that he has managed to put in a good enough amount by now and that he can take it easy for now.

He lets himself be convinced to go to Disneyland the last two weeks of summer vacation. It’s simultaneously one of the worst and the best things he has done in a while.

Cake Wars (again, the name is a bad Star Wars pun, why is Peter not surprised?) is a benefit contest that Stiles organizes every year ever since he opened his shop. Peter learns all about it while Laura pushes him towards the entrance. As they pass by, Peter notices a line that goes around the building and then extends until the street ends. Even the police is there, keeping an eye on the proceedings, and Peter vaguely wonders how Stiles feels about his late dad’s department’s presence.

Whatever he was expecting about the man, it doesn’t even get close to what he actually finds. Lean framed, with tousled brown hair and almond shaped amber eyes, Stiles is a ball of energy that never stops moving. He’s wearing a black chef uniform with an apron with a Darth Baker emblazoned on it. He’s also waving around what Peter knows to be lightsaber salt and sugar shakers and he hasn’t stopped grining even for a second since they got here.

When he spots them, he solemnly passes the lightsabers to a kid that looks scared shitless (Liam, Peter’s mind provides) and then leaves him to the wolves in favour of approaching them.

(Oh, if Peter didn’t like him already because of how much he helps his kids, he would now.)

“Laura! Mrs. Whittemore says she wants to challenge your pistachio panacotta, can you believe that?”

“Whaaaat???” she exclaims before becoming a woman on in a mission and abandoning Peter behind.

“I don’t think Mrs. Whittemore is actually here for the benefit,” he confides in Derek, who just rolls his eyes in unison with Cora, prompting a wider smile from Stiles. “I think she still hasn’t gotten over her crushing defeat last year so she’s trying a weaker” he makes quotation marks with his hands, “opponent. Your sister is gonna eat her alive,” he laughs, prompting another round of snickers out of them.

“Where do you need us, Stiles?” Derek finally asks looking at the chaos around.

“Unless you prefer to go to help Kira and Mason at the counter, go to the back with Erica and Boyd, will you?” Peter spots immediately how his nephew relaxes at not having to face the crowd dead-on. He’s pretty sure that Stiles offered him an out on purpose. “And you, awesome ninja knight,” he says turning towards a preening Cora and nodding towards Liam, “go help the damsel in distress before he gets eaten by the dragons, ok? Oh, and if you spot Scott along the way, try to put a leash on him and get him to the counter again. I swear, he’s like a puppy, he gets distracted with everything and suddenly I don’t even know where he is.”

“I heard that!” someone shouts from behind, prompting a snicker out of Derek and a smirk out of Cora.

“You were supposed to!” Stiles shouts back without even turning. “Don’t think I didn’t see you filching those lemon bars!”

“Lies and slander!”

“You still have the crumbs all over your face, you pig!”

“Oops!” a man eeps as he passes them by in the direction of the counter and Stiles rolls his eyes fondly.

“You must be the elusive Peter Hale,” he greets turning towards him and reaching for a handshake. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Same here,” Peter answers warmly.

“So, I heard that you’re a really good lawyer?”


“Good, because Laura looks about ten seconds away from murdering Mrs. Whittemore and about just five from castrating her son, and since Mr. Whittemore is the district attorney she’s gonna need a really good one.”

“That’s insulting, you know?” Peter answers very seriously, with both eyebrows sky high. “As if my children would be stupid enough to get caught. I taught them better than that.”

For a moment, Stiles looks surprised. Then his whole face lights up and he grins delighted. “Ohhh, I like you. I hope you know that I’m never letting you go now,” he exclaims happily.

“FYI: the Stiles package includes a very high content of sweets, wit, sarcasm and dorkiness seasoned with a generous amount of clumsinness and nerdery. Also, when he says he’s not letting you go, he means it,” a teen pipes as he passes them and Stiles flips him the finger as the tips of his ears go red.

Peter can’t help himself and laughs, utterly charmed.

Newcomers Pt 20

Oolana rode in the back of the merchant’s caravan, she had been given passage to Geeda by him who’s name she had learned was Peran. He was a sick sadistic man and one she had to pay for the passage with her own body, he had collected many times. When she had asked for food but he had simply said the payment was for the travel not the food so once again she had to barter herself. This went on for over a week as the caravan was slow going, they were stopped many times by Benemar patrols who would question them thoroughly. All she could think about was Creten, he was alive and in Geeda and she needed to get to him. He was still so young, still her baby and she had cried so much when she left him. She stirred as Peran got out of the bed and began dressing himself, the caravan had stopped at a Benemar outpost to pick up a few more goods. Ahead of them now was Human territory. As per the Commerce Law, merchants had free rein to travel as they wished during war time even though the Benemar warriors knew he was headed for Geeda he had promised to bring back information for them. Weather or not he would do so remained to be seen.

Peran threw a wet cloth so she may clean herself with before exiting the small carriage that she was being transported in without a word. Angrily she washed herself cursing this man who had taken advantage of her, what was she a slave? Benemar would not dare take one of their own kind as a slave, such a crime was punishable by the most horrible death. But was she not though? She was dependant on this man for everything and he could simply dump her in the middle of the wasteland on a whim. So she had submitted herself to him, but her son needed her.

It was two days later when suddenly in the middle of the day the merchant caravan came to a halt, Oolana was thrown off her makeshift bed and the booming sound of aircraft thundered over head. Human craft flew over them but ignored them, but that was not all that was seen.

The door to her carriage was opened Peran stood there. “Human patrol is coming, stay hidden and stay quiet!”

She nodded saying nothing and hid under her blanket, the sound of alien vehicles coming ever closer.

“You are entering Human territory, state your business” shouted a voice, she knew it was a human, no Benemar could make a sound so alien.

“I am Peran on my way to Geeda, we are merchants and by law can travel freely during such times”

“By your laws yes and neither we shall stop you, but you must understand we must inspect your cargo for contraband”

Suddenly there was a commotion, one of the Humans had exited their vehicle and Oolana who was peeking through a small hole could not quite see.

“You are no Human!” Peran shouted.

“Yes we are, we have just gone through a metamorphosis, fear not”

The Humans were still out of view but she could hear them opening the carriages and looking through their contents.

“This is highly unnecessary I assure you, I have been to Geeda many times during the occupation”

“Then you should know that all are inspected”

A body went past her peeking hole and she retreated under the blanket hearing the door open.

“Now see here alien, this is my personal carriage and I will not let you go through my things!”

“I promise I will not tell of what I see to anyone”

There was a scuffle as Peran grabbed the Human but the Human grabbed his wrist and lifted him up off the ground with shocking ease.

“Look…Peran was it?”


“I have orders that all carriages need to be searched for weapons or other such items, the fact you are adamant that I stay out of this carriage raises a few eyebrows…if I had any to raise but that’s not the point”

Peran was dropped and the door was once again thrown open and the Human climbed inside. Oolana froze, listening to him move boxes and open crates praying that the blanket she hid under would go unnoticed.

But it didn’t, the Human pulled it away revealing her laying there naked and exposed. The Human could not hide his shock at finding her and quickly tried to covered her body with the blanket leaving her face uncovered. She was shocked by what she saw, she knew what Humans looked like as she had seen videos and pictures of them but this standing over her was not that creature, it couldn’t be.

“I’m sorry” he said “Who are you?” he asked concerned.

Oolana did not answer, she couldn’t find her voice and just stared at the creature kneeling down next to her. Then the Human took the covers and pulled them down, he was looking at her shoulder, it was bruised and she could see this concerned him. He found others on her lower body and from the look on her face it was obvious something was amiss.

“Who is she?” he asked Peran.

“She is my wife” he stated without pause.

The Human looked back at her then at him again. “That is clearly not the case, I shall ask you again who is she?”

“I don’t need to answer that” Peran said taking a step back but bumping into a Human who had put himself behind him, others were gathering around him.

The Human got out and walked straight up to Peran towering over him.

“I will ask you one more time, is that clear? Who is she?”

Peran remained silent for a long time before speaking “She is someone who has paid for travel to Geeda”

“How did she pay you?”

Peran said nothing and with no visual prompting that Oolana could see he was grabbed and dragged kicking and screaming to the vehicle they had arrived in. The Human who had found her came back and held out his hand smiling.

“It’s okay, you are safe now” he said.

She wanted to shout at him, curse him and strike him, but something about his smile made her reach out and take it and he lead her out of the carriage. She was quickly covered with a more comfortable blanket and lead to another vehicle separate from Peran who was still shouting.

“Are you heading to Geeda?” asked another Human this one female.

“Um…yes” she replied her voice just above a whisper.

“Family there?”

“A son, Creten” this time quicker and louder.

“I will call ahead and ask if he is there”

She left her sitting with the first Human she had met while he looked her over for wounds checking she was not too hurt.

“Is there anything we can get you? Something for any pain or some food?”

“Food” she said quickly without thinking and the Human smiled and went to get some when the female popped her head back into her compartment.

“There are about 20 Benemar named Creten in the city and about 8 who do not have their mothers”

“I know he is there” she said and the the she-human smiled and nodded.

“We’ll be on our way soon, try to relax and get some sleep”

The Human vehicle moved a lot faster than Peran’s caravans a journey that should have taken a week was done in a few days. During this time Oolana learned much of the Humans who made her as comfortable as they could. They told her of their own families back home and of the metamorphosis that had affected their whole race. They rigorously tested their new bodies sometimes by running alongside the convoy as it sped towards Geeda.  

What greeted her when she got there was nothing like she expected, she had visited Geeda once years ago but that was on the way to another town and they were not allowed to enter. It was a city only for those of high status like parts of the capital. But now there were huge queues of traffic waiting to get in, many were from towns untouched by the war but were coming as if to defect to the Humans.

All were welcomed as long as they did not bring weapons, Oolana and her convey were waved right through and she saw that indeed this metamorphosis had affected their whole race.

Inside the city it was a buzz of activity, one would think the war was never here as the people smiled and joked and life went on, she even saw a school had opened and only every so often there would be seen a Human guard or two on patrol. Looking up she saw a number of them jump from one building to another across the street as if testing how far they could push their new legs.

But a voice amongst all these hundreds caught her attention, a young boy stood on a box and was speaking to the crowed that had gathered, she could not hear what he was saying and she did not care. He was different, he held himself taller and spoke with confidence that commanded those who heard to listen to him.

“CRETEN!” she screamed and jumped off the vehicle to the shock of the driver who instantly stopped.

Creten didn’t hear her at first, he was too caught up in making his point of view known, the faces who listened showed many agreed with him and cheered when he made a valid argument. The Benemar ways had to change. He had been doing this for nearly a week now, speaking of new ways and debating with those who were adamant that the current state of things had served them well and will serve them still. They said the Humans were evil and should be destroyed but every point, every argument and every issue Creten countered with facts and new possibilities. Soon enough no one wanted to debate him for fear of being so utterly verbally taken apart. What others could not do with blades he could do with words.

“CRETEN!” he heard that one and stopped mid sentence and looked up.

“Mother?” he looked around.

“Creten” she waved and his eyes rested on her as if he did not believe it.

“MOTHER!” he leapt from the box and pushed his way through the crowed and into his mothers arms.

“My son! My little boy!” she cried kissing him all over his face as if to confirm it was really him. “I’ll never let you go again”