she was only sixteen years old

Prince Aladdin

i just rewatched aladdin with the roommates and it got me thinking

aladdin wishes to be made a prince, but all genie does is get him a lot of stuff and money. that’s not what a prince is. a prince is the son of the king, someone in line for the throne. someone with a lot of money is just - rich. so what i think is:

genie goes okay, that’s a big one - and i can do it! but not on my own, not if you want to do it right. not if you truly want a chance to marry your princess for real, as a prince. and aladdin is a foolish, moral, kind boy - and he agrees. he’s fallen in love with jasmine, an innocent all encompassing love, and he’ll do anything for this sweet, clever girl he only knew for a few hours. so genie takes him across the desert, far from agrabah, and plops right in the middle of a skirmish and is like okay, good luck! and aladdin is like ?????

but there’s assholes with swords attacking a young girl, and aladdin doesn’t even have to think about that, just like when he stood in front of the whip for those little kids. there are three men against him, but he’s fast and clever and has been against a dozen trained palace guards. so it’s not easy to get out of there alive, especially with the little girl to protect, but he manages it with only a thin slice on his upper arm, and he’s endured worse for less. so he picks up the little girl and says “i think we should get out of here, hmm?” and she’s in a pretty red silk getup with tiny jewels encrusted on her like stars against sunset. and she nods and throws her arms around his neck. she won’t talk, only points in the direction of home, but aladdin’s okay with that, he’s used to quiet, scared kids. so he keeps up a steady stream of stories of agrabah, which seems almost like this other desert land. but there are more men with swords and aladdin is like what the fuck is going on, but he hides the girl in a corner and fights them too. and that’s how it goes all the way home. there’s no one on the streets really, and they all scatter when the men attack, and they keep on attacking, he fights his way all the way through the city with the girl on his hip or hidden away.

and he should have known, of course, but he was tired and bruised and bleeding by the time he realized the little girl is silently guiding him to the palace and he’s like why can’t you princesses stay inside??? but he walks up and the guards get one look at the child in his arms and whisk him through and multiple people try to take the girl away but she won’t budge from him, a stubborn pout to her lips as her hands remained locked behind his neck. and he’s finally tossed into a throne room where a tall old man is sitting in agony and two young men pace in front of him, each at least a decade older than aladdin. “they’ve taken our sister!” one of the younger men hiss, “i don’t care about their power or their connections, they’ve taken esfir, and we must go get her!”

“uh,” he clears his throat, “hi?”

and all three men whirl on him and the old man stumble-runs to him. esfir finally lets go of aladdin to picked up and twirled around by her father. the two men are rahim and shapur and they look in wonder at this dirty boy of fifteen who’s returned the girl to them, and he speaks with an accent and clearly is not from here and they get the story from him - he’s traveled across the desert because those in his own country want him dead. “you know,” rahim says as the king clutches at esfir in desperate relief, “you could have held her for ransom. you almost died saving her, and we would have paid handsomely to have her returned safely.”

and aladdin gives him a flat disapproving look, appearing in this moment four times his age, and says “people are not objects or bargaining chips. especially not lost little girls.” and rahim and shapur share an impressed conspiring look and they each grab one of his arms and lead him away. “hey! what are you -”

“do be quiet little brother,” shapur says cheerfully, “we really have to get you out of your rags.”

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adrienne de lafayette: the woman, the icon, the legacy
  • was only FOURTEEN when she married sixteen year old, awakward, lanky, redheaded fuckboy lafayette
  • (her mom loved laf but hated them together so she almost didn’t let them marry, didn’t let them sleep in the same room on their weddng night, and sent people with them on outings well into adulthood)
  • her dumbass husband ran off to america to fight in a war without telling anyone including his wife, so nice job on that one gilbert
  • her first daughter henriette fucking DIED as an infant, when laf was still in america. so adrienne dealt with that without her husband even being there
  • she was actually without her husband for quite a while come to think of it. like around 4 years total
  • handled their family’s finances on her own, because she was a fierce and brilliant woman
  • popped out four (4) of laf’s weird lookin kids
  • joined an abolitionist society along with her husband and purchased a cinnamon plantation with the sole purpose of freeing the slaves on the land
  •  had to deal with her husband doing stupid things like naming their child after general george washington and changing their family motto to “why not?”
  • and then, to everyone’s surprise and shock, her husband took up another post during the french revolution and went away for five months only to get sent to jail
  • she and her daughters were put on house arrest
  • oh and also a bunch of her family and friends had just been beheaded
  • while on house arrest, she sent letters to a whole shitton fuckton of people to try and get her husband out of an austrian prison and back to france
  • yeah she didn’t hear from laf for like two years while he was in prison because no one would let him write to her
  • smart smart woman burned any document or letter that could get laf in trouble 
  • anyway she finally got to this prison with her daughters except they would let laf out so she was like “fuck you and fuck your rules if he can’t come out i’m coming in”
  • (did i mention he cheated on her? twice? and she still went through all this shit and never had a bad thought about him :)))))))))
  • oh and! surprise! she got lead poisoning from the dirty water in the prison ah what a life
  • so they get out of prison and do you know what she does? she regains all their property, all their money, and gets them out of 200,000 livres worth of debt, because she was a badass
  • the hilarious end to her story is that she died a very painful death when she was 48 due to the lead poisoning she got n the prison
  • her last words ever spoken were to laf. and do you know what she said? “i am entirely yours”
  • anyway i’m dead inside and this woman deserves a bajillion dollars and a halo

Stephanie Brown is five years old, and her father is talking to his friends, and she listens to them. She doesn’t understand what they say, but she doesn’t like it. 

Stephanie Brown is six years old, and she drapes a blanket over her shoulders and dances around the hall, chanting that she’s Superman. 

Stephanie Brown is seven years old, and she’s locked in her closet, hyperventilating and nobody can hear her. 

Stephanie Brown is eight years old, and she’s afraid of closets, and her father, and she’s not sure what’s wrong with her mother. 

Stephanie Brown is nine years old, and she knows she’s alone. Gymnastics are her new best friend. 

Stephanie Brown is ten years old, and her father’s locked away, and her mother keeps taking medicine, but she’s not sure what it’s for. She keeps thinking about Superman, and her father’s stupid orange costume. 

Stephanie Brown is eleven years old, and she decides to make her own destiny, away from her dad, although she’s not sure how. 

Stephanie Brown is twelve years old, and she can’t really sew and her grades are going down and she misses her mom so much

Stephanie Brown is thirteen years old, and she’s kinda figured out the sewing thing, and she looks out the window and sees the Batsymbol, glowing in the sky, and she knows what she has to do. 

Stephanie Brown is fourteen years old, and she hits Robin in the face with a brick, and wears a purple costume that makes her feel powerful, and Batman tells her to go home. 

Stephanie Brown is fifteen years old, and Robin is her best friend, and she’s gonna have a baby, and Batman won’t stop telling her to quit, to put Spoiler away, but she knows she never will. 

Stephanie Brown is sixteen years old, and she’s not Spoiler anymore, but only because she’s traded it for Robin, and she pushes and pushes and tries so so hard to prove herself, and–Batman still tells her to go home. 

Stephanie Brown is seventeen years old, and she’s dead, except not really, but she sort of feels like it. 

Stephanie Brown is eighteen years old, and death will not keep her down, and she doesn’t care what Batman says, and she pushes and pulls and stumbles and never, never gives up, and Cass lets her be Batgirl, and Steph feels less alone. 

Stephanie Brown is nineteen years old, and she crawls into Wayne Manor through the window, and there’s a stiff movement of awkwardness, and she ignores it. After a while, so do the others. 

Stephanie Brown is twenty years old, and she doesn’t know what she wants to do with the entire rest of her life, and she doesn’t really care, as long as it’s not boring

Stephanie Brown is twenty one years old, and she was born into a niche she didn’t belong in, so she carved herself into a new one, and when she sees Bruce Wayne at her college graduation, smiling at her, she thinks it might have been worth it. 

Books you should read because I LOVE THEM

Dedication: For @kissmybruisedknuckles who told me to make this because she’s too lazy to make one lol

1. Strange The Dreamer - Laini Taylor

The dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around—and Lazlo Strange, war orphan and junior librarian, has always feared that his dream chose poorly. Since he was five years old he’s been obsessed with the mythic lost city of Weep, but it would take someone bolder than he to cross half the world in search of it. Then a stunning opportunity presents itself, in the person of a hero called the Godslayer and a band of legendary warriors, and he has to seize his chance or lose his dream forever.

What happened in Weep two hundred years ago to cut it off from the rest of the world? What exactly did the Godslayer slay that went by the name of god? And what is the mysterious problem he now seeks help in solving?

2. The Night Circus - Erin Morgenstern

The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it, no paper notices plastered on lampposts and billboards. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within these nocturnal black-and-white striped tents awaits an utterly unique, a feast for the senses, where one can get lost in a maze of clouds, meander through a lush garden made of ice, stare in wonderment as the tattooed contortionist folds herself into a small glass box, and become deliciously tipsy from the scents of caramel and cinnamon that waft through the air.

Welcome to Le Cirque des Rêves.

3. Unwind - Neil Shusterman

The Second Civil War was fought over reproductive rights. The chilling resolution: Life is inviolable from the moment of conception until age thirteen. Between the ages of thirteen and eighteen, however, parents can have their child “unwound,” whereby all of the child’s organs are transplanted into different donors, so life doesn’t technically end. Connor is too difficult for his parents to control. Risa, a ward of the state, is not enough to be kept alive. And Lev is a tithe, a child conceived and raised to be unwound. Together, they may have a chance to escape and to survive.

4. Cinder - Marissa Meyer

Sixteen-year-old Cinder is considered a technological mistake by most of society and a burden by her stepmother. Being cyborg does have its benefits, though: Cinder’s brain interference has given her an uncanny ability to fix things (robots, hovers, her own malfunctioning parts), making her the best mechanic in New Beijing. This reputation brings Prince Kai himself to her weekly market booth, needing her to repair a broken android before the annual ball. He jokingly calls it “a matter of national security,” but Cinder suspects it’s more serious than he’s letting on.

5. This Savage Song - Victoria Schwab

Kate Harker and August Flynn are the heirs to a divided city—a city where the violence has begun to breed actual monsters. All Kate wants is to be as ruthless as her father, who lets the monsters roam free and makes the humans pay for his protection. All August wants is to be human, as good-hearted as his own father, to play a bigger role in protecting the innocent—but he’s one of the monsters. One who can steal a soul with a simple strain of music. When the chance arises to keep an eye on Kate, who’s just been kicked out of her sixth boarding school and returned home, August jumps at it. But Kate discovers August’s secret, and after a failed assassination attempt the pair must flee for their lives.

6. The Darkest Part of The Forest - Holly Black

Children can have a cruel, absolute sense of justice. Children can kill a monster and feel quite proud of themselves. A girl can look at her brother and believe they’re destined to be a knight and a bard who battle evil. She can believe she’s found the thing she’s been made for.

Hazel lives with her brother, Ben, in the strange town of Fairfold where humans and fae exist side by side. At the center of it all, there is a glass coffin in the woods. It rests right on the ground and in it sleeps a boy with horns on his head and ears as pointed as knives. Hazel and Ben were both in love with him as children. The boy has slept there for generations, never waking.

7. Red Queen - Victoria Aveyard

This is a world divided by blood – red or silver.

The Reds are commoners, ruled by a Silver elite in possession of god-like superpowers. And to Mare Barrow, a seventeen-year-old Red girl from the poverty-stricken Stilts, it seems like nothing will ever change. That is, until she finds herself working in the Silver Palace. Here, surrounded by the people she hates the most, Mare discovers that, despite her red blood, she possesses a deadly power of her own. One that threatens to destroy the balance of power.

8. Daughter of Smoke and Bone - Laini Taylor

In a dark and dusty shop, a devil’s supply of human teeth grows dangerously low. And in the tangled lanes of Prague, a young art student is about to be caught up in a brutal otherworldly war.

Meet Karou. She fills her sketchbooks with monsters that may or may not be real, she’s prone to disappearing on mysterious “errands”, she speaks many languages - not all of them human - and her bright blue hair actually grows out of her head that color. Who is she? That is the question that haunts her, and she’s about to find out.

9. Illuminae - Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff

The year is 2575, and two rival megacorporations are at war over a planet that’s little more than an ice-covered speck at the edge of the universe. Too bad nobody thought to warn the people living on it. With enemy fire raining down on them, Kady and Ezra—who are barely even talking to each other—are forced to fight their way onto an evacuating fleet, with an enemy warship in hot pursuit.

BRIEFING NOTE: Told through a fascinating dossier of hacked documents—including emails, schematics, military files, IMs, medical reports, interviews, and more

10. Legend - Marie Lu

What was once the western United States is now home to the Republic, a nation perpetually at war with its neighbors. Born into an elite family in one of the Republic’s wealthiest districts, fifteen-year-old June is a prodigy being groomed for success in the Republic’s highest military circles. Born into the slums, fifteen-year-old Day is the country’s most wanted criminal. But his motives may not be as malicious as they seem.

From very different worlds, June and Day have no reason to cross paths—until the day June’s brother, Metias, is murdered and Day becomes the prime suspect. Caught in the ultimate game of cat and mouse, Day is in a race for his family’s survival, while June seeks to avenge Metias’s death. But in a shocking turn of events, the two uncover the truth of what has really brought them together, and the sinister lengths their country will go to keep its secrets.

11. Angelfall (Penryn and the end of days) - Susan Ee

It’s been six weeks since angels of the apocalypse descended to demolish the modern world. Street gangs rule the day while fear and superstition rule the night. When warrior angels fly away with a helpless little girl, her seventeen-year-old sister Penryn will do anything to get her back.

Anything, including making a deal with an enemy angel.

12. Caraval - Stephanie Garber

Remember, it’s only a game…

Scarlett Dragna has never left the tiny island where she and her sister, Tella, live with their powerful, and cruel, father. Now Scarlett’s father has arranged a marriage for her, and Scarlett thinks her dreams of seeing Caraval—the faraway, once-a-year performance where the audience participates in the show—are over.

But this year, Scarlett’s long-dreamt-of invitation finally arrives. With the help of a mysterious sailor, Tella whisks Scarlett away to the show. Only, as soon as they arrive, Tella is kidnapped by Caraval’s mastermind organizer, Legend. It turns out that this season’s Caraval revolves around Tella, and whoever finds her first is the winner.

13. The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer - Michelle Hodkin

Mara Dyer believes life can’t get any stranger than waking up in a hospital with no memory of how she got there.

It can.

She believes there must be more to the accident she can’t remember that killed her friends and left her strangely unharmed.

There is.

14. An Ember In The Ashes - Sabaa Tahir

Laia is a slave. Elias is a soldier. Neither is free.

Under the Martial Empire, defiance is met with death. Those who do not vow their blood and bodies to the Emperor risk the execution of their loved ones and the destruction of all they hold dear. It is in this brutal world, inspired by ancient Rome, that Laia lives with her grandparents and older brother. The family ekes out an existence in the Empire’s impoverished backstreets. They do not challenge the Empire. They’ve seen what happens to those who do.

15. The Darkest Minds - Alexandra Bracken

When Ruby woke up on her tenth birthday, something about her had changed. Something frightening enough to make her parents lock her in the garage and call the police. Something that got her sent to Thurmond, a brutal government “rehabilitation camp.” She might have survived the mysterious disease that had killed most of America’s children, but she and the others emerged with something far worse: frightening abilities they could not control.

16. The Wrath and The Dawn - Renee Ahdieh

One Life to One Dawn.

In a land ruled by a murderous boy-king, each dawn brings heartache to a new family. Khalid, the eighteen-year-old Caliph of Khorasan, is a monster. Each night he takes a new bride only to have a silk cord wrapped around her throat come morning. When sixteen-year-old Shahrzad’s dearest friend falls victim to Khalid, Shahrzad vows vengeance and volunteers to be his next bride. Shahrzad is determined not only to stay alive, but to end the caliph’s reign of terror once and for all.


Void!Stiles x Reader / Stiles x Reader

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“You know, I was going to kill you.” Stiles’ voice drawled out as he strolled into his room.

“Stiles?” You asked only for the boy to shake his head.

“No, he’s in here… very annoying, I don’t know how you all put up with him for so long.” He stopped in front of you, eyeing you like a curious cat.

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Lost - The Forgotten Series - Pt. 3

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Rowena, mentions of Crowley and Cas

Warnings: All the Angst

Word Count: 2.6k (hey look, it’s the longest of the series)

A/N: I know that it’s been a while. I had to wait for this one to come to me. I thought it was going to be the last one, but it turns out this Series has other plans. So, I bring you third installment of The Forgotten Series, Lost. I really hope you guys like it! Catch up on Pt. 1 & 2

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Six Fun Facts About Aileen Wuornos

1. She began prostituting at an extraordinarily young age; Aileen started trading sexual favors for cigarettes in junior high, before she had fully developed pubic hair.

2. Aileen once threw a party for classmates in high school, and saved all her money from prostitution to buy drinks and food - however, when her classmates arrived, they locked her out of the house and carried on without her.

3. She once claimed to have slept with over 250 000 men in her lifetime. This figure is likely exaggerated though.

4. Aileen gave birth to a son when she was only thirteen years old, and her grandparents (her legal guardians at the time) immediately put the child up for adoption. It is highly likely the childs father was Aileen’s grandfather, Lauri.

5. Quite soon after giving birth, her grandparents kicked Aileen out of their house. With no friends or family to stay with, she began sleeping in the woods and stealing food to sustain herself. Aileen was a fully-fledged prostitute by age sixteen.

6. The biker bar where she was eventually arrested, the aptly named ‘Last Resort’ Bar, has a photo of Aileen mounted on the wall and her signature still decorates the wall. Fans can even order a meal named after her that comes with 'Mad Aileen’ hot sauce.

Six Months

Requested: Hi I was wondering if you could write an imagine where management has Shawn date a celebrity instead of y/n. Thanks

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That’s it then. Apparently two years meant nothing to him when it meant everything to you. How could he just pretend like two years of your lives never happened? How could he just move on like that? 

As your finger hovers over the mousepad of your macbook, you know you should exit out of this website. You know you should stop looking at these pictures of your ex hand-in-hand with new girl that isn’t you, but you can’t. That’s the thing about dating a celebrity that you never considered before dating Shawn, that once you break up, you’ll see pictures of him all over the internet when you’re not even looking for them. And when he gets into a new relationship, especially if that new relationship is with a “cute, young up and coming actress who’s making her own waves in the industry and dating Shawn Mendes on top of that,” people actually talk about it, and there is no escaping it.

Your friend looks up at you across the table you were supposed to be studying at. “You’re doing it again, aren’t you, y/n?” She asks.

“Doing what?” You question, quickly closing the page and trying to act innocent.

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Center of Gravity

Summary: A small scene about the aftermath of Betty’s and Jughead’s kiss. Takes place after they find Jason’s car and notify Sherriff Keller.

(I’m not neglecting you prompts, I promise!! Just this idea came to my head and I had to write it! Hope you all like it!!!)

They are at the police station and the air is filled with questions and disapproving looks towards both of them but mostly towards him, the boy with the jet black hair and the funny looking beanie. He gets it; being the son of Forsythe Jones isn’t really appreciated in the Riverdale police department. But he is here to help, both of them are, so the Sherriff has the good sense to offer them some hot tea and two blankets to warm their soaked forms as they explain again and again how they knew about Jason’s car, who told them, why they went there, where this there was.

The off the record interrogation is finally over and they are let alone in the small office, watching from the semi glass wall as Sherriff Keller is pacing up and down in his own office across them, giving orders to some deputies, making calls and writing down theories and facts. Jughead steals a small glance at the blonde next to him, slouching at the very end of the olive green leather couch, uncharacteristically away from him and his personal space, clutching her mug on her freezing hands and having her green eyes focused on the man across them, studying his every move. She fears that he’s going to involve her parents again, that he will let them now about their daughter’s Nancy Drew activities, but what she fears more is how involved in this will be her sister; the last thing Polly needs right now is police officers marching on her room and pestering her with questions during her grieving state.

Jughead brings his own eyes to examine his fingers. Is she shocked by what they found in the woods? Is she bumped that she didn’t have the change to fawn over Archie on stage? Or, worse, is she avoiding him? He had sure blown it. He made a move on her way too fast, she probably isn’t even over Archie yet and definitely she sees him as a close friend and nothing more. Stupid Jughead with your stupid urges and your stupid hopes getting up for nothing.

He doesn’t regret it. If anything he got a glimpse of what it is to have a taste of the perfection that is Betty Cooper; to catch a small moment of raw intensity and brush his fingertips against the edges of his long-term fantasy about him and her sharing the same level of affection. He felt alive in that kiss, like a new man, exhilarated and born again, like all those years before her didn’t exist, like he was just living in grey and that moment he got drowned in colors. What he does regret is this feeling of bitter emptiness that fills his chest at that very moment and it stings badly, even though he felt it a lot of times in the past and even though part of him was prepared for facing emotional rock bottom once again.

He steals another glance; she still looks focused on the action out of the small room they occupy. He hates the silence; he of all people hates the silence. He wants her to say something, even reject him and his earlier confession of heart. That way he will have something concrete, something that will shutter his heart in million pieces but at least it would make him stop thinking and overanalyzing and being in that constant loop of thinking that he knows everything but in the end he knows nothing.

“I’m sorry I ruined the moment.” Her words come crashing down between them and Jughead gets startled by her soft voice that breaks the unwanted silence and disrupts his sea of thoughts.

He opens his mouth to say something but he feels a chock paralyzing his tongue so he just nods curtly, hoping to not appear as hurt as he feels.

“I wish we had that kiss at another time, in another place.” Jughead finds her voice rather steady and sure and he thinks that she doesn’t have second thoughts about maybe giving him a chance. There is another nod from his part; he was never good with spoken words and right now even a pen and paper wouldn’t help him express the rollercoaster of emotions he is feeling.

“Because truly that was the best kiss someone could experience in a lifetime.” Her voice breaks at the end of her sentence and it throws him off, sending his head flying to face her for the first time since they had set foot in that ugly colored room.

“You think so?” he doesn’t even recognize his voice, small and softer than it was earlier in her room, the emotions giving it an odd thickness. His heart flatters as he waits for her next answer and at that moment he knows he is doomed, a hopeless victim to her breathtaking green eyes and their hints of blues and greys. Their color is a mystery to him, his feeling for her the same.

Betty only nods, chin wobbling and head dropping to the floor, as two tears form a straight line from her eyelashes to the rusty tiles that lie underneath her ankle boots. “I’m so caught up in this bubble that’s seconds from being popped violently and that seems to make me pass out on things that are big events in my life.”

His heart flatters again at the description she sets for their electrifying moment. She is definitely the biggest event in his lonesome and boring life. But big is everything around them right now, big secrets, big scandals, big revelations and big scares them both, two sixteen year old kids trying to find themselves in a world that everyone labels as big. “We can go small, timid. One step at a time, even half if you want.” He proposes with soft eyes gazing her profile and, for the first time it seems that life decides to offer him a smile in the form of an agreeing nod from the girl that, up until now, only got to have in his wildest dreams.  

“You keep me grounded, Juggie. Just like gravity; you’re pulling me to your safe place when everything is madly twirling around me.” Betty looks him in the eyes and he understands. There’s a pull, an unbreakable urge to stay connected and he relishes to it, even if the heavy feeling against his chest scares the hell out of him. “When you’re in the room, it’s impossible for me to look away.” Yeah, he understands that very much so.

“I wanted to kiss you for a very long time.” The raven haired boy confesses and sends her one of his signature glares, those intense ones that he only keeps for her and they cause a gorgeous chaos of intense emotions inside her chest.

“Now I came to understand that I did want that too, badly.” She shivers and it’s not from the cold or the clingy wet clothes she wears; it’s from his stare and the rerun of their first kiss inside her head. She finds herself closing the space that she had left between them on the couch and brings her hand on his cheek, caressing the cold skin and brushing away some dripping black waves.

He keeps staring down at her and he isn’t sure what to do. His body is telling him to go for it once again but his mind interferes and advices him to hold his horses, be timid as he promised. He feels the feather light breath of hers against his lips and his eyes flatter close, and if he still had a heart he would swear that it will jump off his chest and escape. But his heart is on her hands now and he prays that she is delicate with it because he doesn’t know how many more plasters and stitches it can handle.

She finally closes the inch between them, soft lips meeting sore and chapped ones, and the feel is indeed magnetic, like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly with each other. It brings a tiny whine on Betty’s lips and Jughead sighs all his nerves and his frustration away, slender fingers coming to dance over her waist lightly, him testing the waters and wanting to touch her, to confirm that she is real. She loves it and her thump brushes lightly over his cheekbone, both angling their heads and sharing some sweet, loving pecks with each other.

“My very own center of gravity…” Jughead murmurs inside the kiss and he feels her hum on his thirsty lips, a pleased smile curling her rosy bubblegum ones and being the sight Jughead comes across as he decides to step back into reality and open his eyes. They put their love on hold once again, the world around them revolving in spinning circles and leaving them no choice but to hop on for a ride, but this time they are going to be ok.

Gravity is an unbreakable force.

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: reiji akaba's father walked out on him and his mother when he was only thirteen years old and went to another fucking dimension in order to groom children into becoming soldiers, forcing reiji to grow up into a mini adult in the space of three years under the threat of potential dimensional invasion from his own father. he's a sixteen-year-old wildly out of his depth and desperately pretending he isn't by suppressing any and all human emotion and throwing himself headfirst into the protection of an entire dimension, attempting to sacrifice his own humanity for the greater good which then spills out in overly excited aggression once he finds someone (yuya) that actually sparks his desire to face off against someone one-on-one again, forced to remain completely unaffected at all times in front of others because he's a kid and he knows it and any expression of emotion could be seen as a weakness that could be taken advantage of and even while knowing that he has to use everything, everyone, and even himself in order to secure the safety of his and all dimensions, he still refuses to use reira just like a tool even though that would be easier instead listening to him when he's scared and encouraging the growth of his sense of self rather than simply use him as a mindless solider like his mother wanted and in the end he decides to throw everything he has into trusting yuya because he's at his limit and he's seen what yuya can do and it's finally given him something to believe in desperately which is probably all he's wanted for three years and yet people still try to spin it like he was or should have been the real antagonist all along
The Beginning

A/n: This is something I’ve been playing with for a while now. I’m planning on writing more parts (if people like it anyway), so let me know what you think.

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Originally posted by hunterchesters

My phone ring as I swept the machete through the last vampire’s neck, his head tumbling to the floor, the body crumpled to the ground joining the head seconds after. My eyes scanned the room making sure I was the only one there. Once satisfied I pulled out my ringing phone.

“What’s up, Bobby?” I asked after seeing his name on the caller ID.

“You finished with those vamps yet?” He asked.

“Yep. Just finished actually.”

“Are you up for another case?”

“Sure. What is it?”

“We’re not sure yet. You remember those brothers I told you about? Sam and Dean? You’ll be working with them. They’ll  catch you up on everything once you get there.”

“Okay. Where?”

“Farmington, Missouri.” Bobby told me where and when to meet the brothers, I agreed and hung up. I sighed at the thought of teaming up. I didn’t really like working with other hunters and usually avoided it at all costs. But it was Bobby asking and it was just one case how bad it could it be?

The next day I was sitting in the coffee shop waiting for Sam and Dean to show up. Bobby hadn’t told me a lot about the brothers, just that they were some of the best hunters he knows. I eyed everyone who walked through the doors, watching for someone who matched the descriptions Bobby had given me. Finally two guys walked in. One tall with long hair and the other slightly shorter with short hair, both wearing flannel. They stood at the doors, scanning the room, most likely looking for me. I waved them over.

“Sam and Dean?” I asked as they approached the table.

“You must be Y/n.” The taller one said. “I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean.” We shook hands and they sat down across from me.

“Bobby tells me you boys need help.” I said folding my arms on the table.

“Yeah, we have absolutely no idea what’s going on in this town.” Sam said.

Dean didn’t look too happy. Probably one of those people who don’t like asking for help from strangers. I understood, I’m the same way.

“All the victims are men,” Sam continued, “they all had their stomachs ripped open and their internal organs were missing.”

Dean, who hadn’t taken his eyes off me, finally spoke. “Two of them were missing their eyes.”

I nodded, taking the information in. Trying to think of what this monster could be. “Any Witnesses?”

“None.” Sam shook his head.

I thought for a moment. Running through a mental list of all the monsters I knew that ate internal organs, eyes, and only went after men. “I think you’re dealing with Pontianak.”

“A what?” Dean gave me a confused look.

“A Pontianak. The name literally means ‘woman who died in childbirth.’ They find the guy that did them wrong while they were alive and they dig into his stomach and they eat their innards.”

“What about the missing eyes?” Sam asked.

“If you look at them, they suck out your eyes.” I responded simply.

“Gross.” Dean commented.

I laughed at his response. “Wait till you smell her. At first it’s a really nice fragrance but then it turns…” I made a face remembering the disgusting smell. “It’s bad, very bad. You know she’s coming by her scent and the noise she makes. It sounds like a baby crying. The softer the cry and the more disgusting the smell the closer she is.”

“How do we kill it?” Dean asked, leaning forward.

“A nail to the neck.”

Dean’s sunk back into his seat, “This should be easy.” He said sarcastically.

“So what’s our first move?” Sam looked to me.

“We figured out who she was.” I pulled out my laptop and searched for women who had died in childbirth in the surrounding area. “Fifty… Okay…” I mumbled, refusing to be discouraged. I wanted to impress them, though I had no idea why.

“How are we going to know which one is her?” Dean raised his eyebrows.

“You sure ask a lot of questions.” I told him, paying more attention to the list of names on the screen than the brothers in front of me. “Got a list of victims by any chance?”

Sam nodded and dug some papers out of his bag and handed them over. I nodded a thanks and was about to look through them when someone walked by with a tray of food and it occurred to me that I hadn’t eaten yet.

“I need brain food.” I declared standing up. “What about you guys?”

“Yeah, we can go for some food.” Sam stood and we went to order our food, leaving Dean behind to watch our stuff.

I pulled out my wallet to pay but Sam put his hand over it, “I got it.”

“Dude, I can pay for mine.” I objected.

“Don’t worry about.” He said quickly handing money to the cashier, who was smiling at our interaction.

I rolled my eyes and went to lean on the wall while we waited for our number to be called.

“So, Y/n,” Sam joined me, “how long have you been at the job?”

I thought for a moment. “I went on my first hunt when I was eleven, so five years.”

“Eleven?” Sam looked at me shocked. “Isn’t that a little young to start hunting?”

I only shrugged.

“Five years? That would make you sixteen.”

“Yeah, and?”

“What about school?” Sam looked concerned.

“I still go to school.” I defended. “Why do you care, anyways? It’s not like you know me or anything.”

“You’re young. You should have a normal life, not be a hunter.”

“Sam,” I glared at him, “it is my life. I’m gonna do what I want with it no matter what anyone says. Besides, it’s not like we’re gonna see each other after this hunt anyways. We’ll be out of each other’s lives, so don’t try to tell me how to live mine.” Our number was called and I grabbed the try of food and walked back toward the table.

Sam slid in next to his brother. “Dude, she’s only sixteen.”

Dean looked up at me shocked. “And here I thought you just looked young for your age.” He shook his head in disbelief, “I can’t believe Bobby sent a kid to help us out.”

I ignored his comment and looked through the list of vics Sam had given me, occasionally popping fries in my mouth. “How ‘bout we focus on the case instead of my age? I think that’s a great plan.”

Sam gave me what I can only describe as a bitch-face.

I looked up the first guys name. “Robby Tanner, rapped a sixteen years old. Were his reproductive organs intact?”

Sam and Dean gave each other a look. “No, they were missing.” Dean answered reluctantly.

I nodded. “Sindy Wilcons was the rape victim,” I scanned down the list of women who died in childbirth, “and she died giving birth. Could be her.” I looked back at the boys. “Any others missing reproductive organs?”

“Um, yeah,” Sam took the papers from me. “ John Anderson and Mike Wilcons.”

“Was Mike her husband?” I asked.

Sam nodded.

I looked up the names Sam had given me. “Looks like Anderson was too. They got divorced and he ended up with everything.” I leaned back in my seat and crossed my arms over my chest. “I get why she’d have a grudge against him and Tanner but why Wilcons?” I said more to myself then them.

“What about the other two vics?” Dean asked between bites of his bacon cheese burger.

“Those the two with no eyes?” I asked.

He nodded, mouth full of food.

I looked through their files. “Well, I don’t see any obvious connection to Sindy and their reproductive organs were intact, which suggests she didn’t have a grudge with either of them. I’m guessing they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time and saw her so she sucked out their eyes. These other three guys are the important ones, they all wronged her in some way. We need to figure out what Wilcons did and if she has any other men who pissed her off enough that she’d want to kill them.”

“We?” Dean raised his brow.

“Yeah, we.” I leaned forward giving them both a serious look. “I did the research to figure out what was up with these men.”

“Y/n, look we appreciate your help and I’m sure you’re a good hunter and all-” Sam started but I cut him off.

“Oh no, You are not kicking me off this case. I drove three hours to get here, I’m not just going to pack up and leave when the jobs half done. You guys wanted help and here I am. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

The brothers looked at each other, having a silent conversation. “Sam, no. She’s just a kid.” Dean said aloud.

“You’ve heard the rumors and the way Bobby talks about her, Dean. She can handle herself.”

“And there’s the fact that even if you say no, I still won’t leave and I’ll try to finish it before you.” I pointed out.

Dean sighed, “Fine. I guess we can work together.”

Now that that was cleared up Sam thought it was a good time to ask me more questions. “What got you into hunting?”

“And why do your parents let you do it?” Dean added.

“Really? We’re gonna do this?” I asked hoping to get out of question time.

They both nodded.

I let out a sigh knowing by the looks on their faces that they’d keep pestering until I answered. “A werewolf got my mom. My dad ditched me. So they don’t really let me do anything. That answer your questions?”

“No, it just raises more questions.” Dean informed me.

I ran my hand down my face. I was getting frustrated with the situation. “Look. I don’t really wanna go over my life’s story with two strangers. Let’s just get this hunt done and go our separate ways. Sound good?” I stood up to leave.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Have you done anything on Sally Hemings? If so, could you possibly link me? If not, do you have any information about her? I know so little about her and wish I knew more

Here you go, I wrote you a 2231 word essay on Sally Hemings. All sources come from Jefferson and Hamilton: The Rivalry That Forged a Nation and Thomas Jefferson: Art and Power. 

          1735, a man named Hemings, the white English captain of a trading ship, fathered a daughter with a “full-blooded African” woman. The African woman’s child was named Elizabeth. The mother and daughter ended up as slaves of the Eppes family- the Eppes family from which John Wayles (Thomas Jefferson’s father in law) would marry his first wife, Martha. 1746- the year Wayles married Martha Eppes- Elizabeth Hemings, then about eleven years old, moved to the Wayles property. 1761, Elizabeth was taken by John Wayles into concubine and she bore five children to him, Robert Hemings, James Hemings, Thenia Hemings, Critta Hemings an Peter Hemings. In 1773, she gave birth to a sixth child: Sarah “Sally” Hemings.

             Thomas Jefferson married Martha Wayles Skelton on New Year’s Day 1772. Martha, was a daughter of John Wayles. Through his marriage ,Jefferson acquired more slaves, later receiving Elizabeth Hemings, whose daughter, Sally, who would be born months later- was a half-sister of Martha Jefferson, after Wayles’s death. Martha Jefferson chose to keep the Hemings family together after her father’s death by bringing them onto her land. Jefferson payed a midwife to deliver Elizabeth’s son John. Nearly noon on Friday, September 6, 1782 Martha Jefferson died. Her house servants- including Elizabeth Hemings, were among those with Martha as she lay dying. In her last pledges to her husband, she told him to never marry again- Sally Hemings who was witness to this was not quite ten years old yet. Among one of the last things she did, Martha handed Sally a tiny silver servant bell as a gift.

           1784, when Thomas Jefferson accepted a position as ambassador of France, he brought with him his eldest daughter, Martha “Patsy” Jefferson, and James Hemings- son of Elizabeth Hemings and brother of Sally Hemings. Jefferson had intentions to train James to be a cook of French food. June 26th, 1787, Jefferson was able to get his daughter, Mary “Polly” Jefferson whom he’d left in the company of family along with his now deceased younger daughter Lucy Elizabeth Jefferson over to France to join him and Patsy in attempt to recreate his family. Polly arrived in London and was handed into the care of Abigail Adams, with the youngest Jefferson was Sally Hemings. “The old nurse whom you expected to have attended her was sick and unable to come, Abigail Adams wrote to Jefferson, “She has a girl about about 15 or 16 with her, the sister of the servant you have with you.” Abigail also told she is “quite like a child” and required more care than Polly- who was five year younger. She inquired about sending Sally back to Virginia.

             There are no known images of Sally Hemings. On arrival in Europe, Sally was fourteen years of age, and had very light skin, “almost white” and “very handsome, with long straight hair down her back”. There was some resemblance between Sally Hemings and Jefferson’s late wife Martha Jefferson. Abigail Adams also described Sally as, “…she seems fond of the child and appears good natured.” Polly Jefferson and Sally arrived in Paris on July 15th, 1787. She probably ran errands and served as a chambermaid as well as a seamstress. She accompanied Patsy and Polly to dances and dinners, Jefferson spent a considerable sum in 1789 on clothing for Sally. While in Dusseldorf, Jefferson found himself fascinated by a 1699 painting by the Dutch artist Adriaen van der Werff of Abraham taking the young servant Hagar to his bed. The Virginian described it as, “delicious. I would have agreed to have been Abraham though the consequence would have been that I should have been five or six thousand years.”

         Since her arrival in France, Sally had been paid some small wages- twelve livres a month for ten months. Jefferson had bought clothing for her and had her inoculated against smallpox. Sally’s day routine is less clear, though she may have served the Jefferson daughters as a maid at the convent school during part of her time in Paris. It was during the years of 1788 and 1789 that Thomas Jefferson began his sexual activity with Sally Hemings (then only fifteen or sixteen years old). The emotional content of the Jefferson-Hemings “relationship” is a mystery. Some say he loved her, and vice versa. Others argue it was coercive, institutionalized rape. If someone is your property, it is impossible for you to ask consent before sexual acts because they are “property” to you, property cannot give consent. No consent before sex is rape. All those who were slaves brought into concubine with their masters were raped- property cannot give consent because they are owned by another human being. It was not love, it was rape. Property cannot give consent. Sally Hemings might of been doing what she had to do to survive an evil system, accepting sexual duty as an element of her enslavement and using what leverage she had to improve the lot of her children.

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Shy || Jack Maynard

Originally posted by iheartmyyoutubers

Requests are currently [ CLOSED ]

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Word Count: 1.1k+

Summary: In which (Y/N) is as shy as can be and Jack is her first real relationship. 

Dedicated too: The anon who requested this a good few days ago, I hope you enjoy!!xo

“You writing again, love?”

(Y/N) looks up from her laptop and blushes slightly, though she nods her answer and presses her lips together softly as she glances back down at her progress. “The publisher gave me a date, said i needed to be done two months in advance to give time for editing.”

Jack nods in understanding and sits down on the couch next to her, wraps his arm around her shoulders and tugs her closer to him, reading the words over her shoulder. He absolutely adored reading what she wrote, and owned around twenty different copies of each and every book that she’d had published. For a twenty year old, who had her first book published when she was only sixteen, (Y/N) had already accomplished the dream she’d been working towards since she was three years old - and Jack couldn’t have possibly been more proud.

She types a few more words, her fingers moving so quickly across the keyboard that they blurred. Jack pulls his mobile out of his pocket, and (Y/N) looks over her shoulder at him slowly. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, just the boys asking if they can come over.” He mumbles, pressing his face into into her hair and inhaling softly as her cheeks burn red. “You mind?”

She shakes her head, closing the lid of her laptop and leaning forward, placing it on the coffee table and curling back up into Jack’s side with her knees pulled up to her chest and her head resting on his shoulder. “Yeah, they can come over. I guess I could do with a break.”

Jack rolls his eyes,  "you’ve been working non-stop for almost seven hours now, a break is the least you deserve.“

She grins and glances up at him, leaning into his touch when his uses the pad of his thumb to trace the birthmark on her cheek. "If I don;t get this book finished in tine, you have no idea how mad Maria will be.”

“Maria was mad when you called her up at one am and asked if she could read over your work with you. She’s not crazy.” He smirks, leaning down to brush his nose against hers. “Not like you are,”

She blushes and looks down at her lap, entwining her hand through his in her lap and fiddling with his fingers lovingly. “I’m not crazy.”

“You’re not?” He shuffles a little, picking her up and placing her down onto his lap, her legs straddling his waist in order for him to be able to look up into her eyes. “That’s funny, because if I remember correctly, I found you asleep in the bathtub at three am because you insisted that you could channel your inner Dalton Trumbo.”  

She whines and pouts, looking down into his eyes with doe like ones that managed to soften his entire face. “I was lacking inspiration; and it wasn’t like I asked you to take a photo.”

He chuckles and cups her cheeks in his hands, pulling her head down and brushing their lips together softly. “You looked so peaceful, I had to capture the moment.”

She hums against his lips, opening her eyes and counting the different shades of blue that surrounded his iris with a mental sigh. “And you just had to send it to the boys?”

“In my defence, I made them all promise not to post it on any social media.”

She snorts and throws her head back in amusement, Jack smirking at the smile on her face as he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her flush against his chest. She looks down at him in surprise, but he simply rolls his eyes and leans up, their lips meeting as he held her against him closely.

They sit together for a while, their lips connected and Jack’s hands wrapped firms around her hips - simply making the most of their time together before the boys were due to arrive. Though neither party took into account the fat that the boys had only been a few minutes away when they asked permission, and that Conor had a key.

So with Jack hovering over (Y/N)’s body, their bodies flush together, the whole buttercream squad walked into the room and all froze in place, all but Caspar, who screamed childishly and hid his face in Oli’s shoulder. “This is porn! I’m only a child!”

Jack and (Y/N) jump apart, both panting heavily, Jack glaring at his friends immediately and (Y/N) blushing a darker red then any of the boys had ever thought possible. She stares down at her feet, having jumped up from the couch the moment Caspar made them known. This was new, shed never been seen kissing anyone so patiently, let alone be caught by a whole group of people with her boyfriend having over her.

(Y/N) was new to this, well to be honest, she was new to everything. Jack was her first real relationship; she’d always been too shy to find someone to fall in love with. But everything with Jack was different, even from the beginning. Sure, you were still shy as hell around him, and blushed whenever he’d kiss you, but after a while you grew more and more confident - and that was when you realised. You weren’t getting confident, you were still painfully shy around others, but instead, you were falling in love.

Love had an impact, it changed everything about a person from the way they brush their teeth to the way they sleep at night. From the dreams that have to the way they present themselves; they don’t change so dramatically that they’re unrecognisable, but they change in a way that makes everything so much more enjoyable.

As a loner, she’d never known her way around trusting anyone else the way she trusted herself, but Jack, the boys, they all mattered immensely to her, and she’d learnt to trust them with everything she had. They would read her unpublished work, something she’d never let even her mother do.

But this, this was different. They’d seen her in a way that nobody but Jack ever had, and you had no idea how to react. Was she supposed to laugh, or was she supposed to cry?

With no words, she simply stares at them all with wide eyes, wrapping her arms around herself and glancing over at Jack helplessly. He sighs and wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his chest and glaring at his friends. “Seriously? You couldn’t have knocked?”

“Well we didn’t think you’d be making out on the couch at three in the afternoon!”

“Oh my god, just knock next time you assholes.”

And they did. They knocked no matter what room in what house they were walking into, if (Y/N) and Jack were there, knocking was their only instinct.

Kids - John Shelby

Request: Can you plz do an john shelby imagine where he is mad at you only to feel bad later?

Request: Can you please do a John Shelby imagine on meeting his kids - @theaqueenakaspeedy

Kids - John Shelby || prequel to Stay

It had been a few months ago that you’d first met John Shelby. He had never mentioned his kids up front to you but you had grown up in Small Heath. You had heard the gossip from your mother and her friends when Martha had gotten pregnant. There had been a quick wedding but everyone in Small Heath knew the marriage was because of the baby. They had three more, Martha dying during the birth of the last one. Your parents went to the funeral but you didn’t. You were in Cambridge at university getting a fancy degree. Your mother thought it was frivolous, women were supposed to get married and have children, not get educations like men did. The war came and went and you stayed in Cambridge. You had gotten a job at a library there. You didn’t hear anymore about the Shelby family.  

In 1919 you returned home because your father had passed away. Your father, who had known everyone and was affectionately referred to as ‘the Mayor of Small Heath’, had a large gathering at his grave. You stood by your mother and, even at 25, found yourself looking around the yard at the attendees. All three of the elder Shelby boys had come along with their aunt. You found yourself watching John Shelby. He’d grown up well and had a look about him that you were sure betrayed the nature of his job.  

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On this day in music history: February 17, 1978 - “The Kick Inside”, the debut album by Kate Bush is released. Produced by Andrew Powell, it is recorded at AIR Studios in London from June 1975, and July - August 1977. Discovered by Pink Floyd guitarist David Gilmour, he assists the young musician in recording professional quality demos, and brings her to the attention of executives at EMI Records who immediately sign her. However, there is a two year lapse between putting her under contract and when she finally completes her first album. This gives the then sixteen year old singer the opportunity to finish school, and gives her time to prepare to go through the recording process. Bush is nineteen years old at the time of the albums release, composing all of the material on herself, with some of the songs written when she was only thirteen. It also features musical support from members of The Alan Parsons Project and Gilmour. The album is an instant smash in the UK, generating five singles including the chart topping “Wuthering Heights”, helping her a loyal cult following in the US. The LP’s original UK cover art is replaced in the US with a shot of Bush sitting on the floor. First issued on CD in the mid 80’s, the album is remastered and reissued in 2015. “The Kick Inside” peaks at number three on the UK album chart.

Those Stupid Hormones

Prompt: sounds like a weird request but would write rucas cuddling and like booty rubs and riley loving it when lucas does that idk

Anon, I’m not sure if this is what you had in mind, but I hope you like it anyway.

AU. Riley and Lucas have been dating for a year.

Rating: T (because of booty rubs)

Work Count: 1,350

That afternoon started off innocently enough.  Riley invited Lucas over to watch ‘Cuddle Bunnies’ and well, cuddle, on the couch.  Her parents had gone to one of her brother’s soccer games and would be gone for the majority of the afternoon.  

She curled up against him as they began their binge watch.  He draped his arm across her shoulders while she rested her head against his chest. She draped her legs over his as they shared a blanket.

“This is nice,” she murmured halfway through the third episode.

“Mmhmm,” he answered as he lightly rubbed her forearm.

Riley closed her eyes as she felt the surge of electricity flow through her veins at the innocent contact his fingertips made to her skin.  She then felt the all too familiar pit in her stomach.  She loved Lucas.  She loved everything about him, but lately, she realized that she wanted more from him.  She wasn’t sure what that meant.  She wasn’t sure what she was ready for, but she also knew that if he hadn’t pulled back from their last few make out sessions, she wasn’t sure she would have had the strength to.  She knew that their hormones were getting more and more uncontrollable, but maybe that wasn’t a bad thing?  She was almost sixteen years old.  He was seventeen.  It was only natural to want to get closer to one another, wasn’t it?  

After another moment of allowing his touch to leave a trail of goose bumps along her arm, she lifted her head to look at him and was only mildly surprised to discover that his eyes were already locked on her.

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anonymous asked:

If your still doing the 5 headcanons, au where the gaang is aged swaped (ie. Oldest is youngest and vice versa)

Twelve-year-old Zuko!  Twelve-year-old Sokka!  Sixteen-year-old Aang and Toph!  Fourteen-year-old Suki, and fifteen-year-old Katara, well I guess for the two of them that is not that big a change.

1. So the important thing is Katara is now the older sister.  This means she bosses twelve-year-old Sokka around something fierce, mostly because he is always doing the kinds of terrifyingly reckless stupid things that give Katara heart palpitations.  It also means that his casual sexism is even more grating on Katara, because she has had three whole more years to become more competent at things than he’s had, and it shows.  Also he still has some baby fat.

2. When Sokka meets Suki, he has one of those hopeless twelve-year-old crushes on her in all her gorgeous, amazing, graceful warrior glory.  She’s not quite as harsh as she is with the sixteen-year-old version, since he’s cuter, and also it would feel like bullying.  She still ties his foot to his hand though.

3. Okay the other important thing is that this means Ozai scarred and banished Zuko as a nine-year-old, because Zuko’s canon childhood wasn’t fucked up enough. Aside from this meaning that Azula is older than he is,it also means that when he finds the Avatar, Aang is sixteen and about a foot taller than little Zuko.  Zuko still manages to be utterly let down by the fact that his opponent is “only a child like [him].”

Aang of course is like, “Excuse you, I’m a teenager.”

4. At some point, Aang puts his hand on Zuko’s head while he punches at him furiously, and Aang takes to calling him the ankle biter.

5. Toph is sixteen, old enough to marry, and not above turning the floor into sharp things with earthbending when people annoy her or potential suitors show up.

If You Were There, Beware

Originally posted by 4lcooliz4d4

Michael Gray x Reader

Request: You could write about Michael and the reader married at a young age and have a child before moving to Small Heath and finding Polly?

This is going to have multiple parts. As always, let me know what you guys think!

Y/N peered out of the kitchen window, drying her hands on a cloth. There was a well dressed man talking to a perplexed Henry. Henry looked to the ground, still listening, but Y/N didn’t like the look he had. Nor did she like the look of the fellow speaking to her husband. Henry gave a nod in the direction of the house, the other man looked at Y/N in the window. He gave her a small smile and a polite nod, yet she stayed stoic.

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title: uncle, uncle, uncle
rating: K
pairings/characters: sarada, shisui
summary: sarada and shisui have an unparalled uncle/neice relationship
author’s note: none of you can convince me that this isn’t exactly how sarada and shisui would have been (that is of course, when they’re not teaming up to piss off sasuke)

Sarada takes a deep breath, and for the umpteenth time today, prepares herself to successfully complete the jutsu at hand. The water below her is steaming (so is she) as she weaves the appropriate hand signs and focuses her chakra through the movements. Her eyes snap open, sharingan whirling to a point where she’s almost seeing red.

“Water Style: Water Dragon Jutsu!”

The same thing that happened the last twenty-three times happens again—despite her immaculate chakra control and intense focus, she yields what looks like two wimpy water snakes instead of two fearful water dragons, that mockingly dance around her head for a maximum of twelve seconds before dismembering out of her control into a shower of rain drops, soaking her yet again.

“Dammit,” she hisses, shaking her head, thinking she must look like a wet dog at this point. “Maybe I’m using up too much chakra using my sharingan,” she considers aloud, and gets ready to focus herself again, before another thought dawns on her. “But if I can’t do this with my sharingan what’s the point?”

She drops her arms, cursing her Papa’s genes. She thought about how much easier combining elemental chakra natures and jutsu would be if she were of a water or earth nature by birth. Water and earth are neutral and adaptable; if harnessed correctly, possess healing qualities, as they’re not destructive by nature. But of course, in the tradition of the Uchiha, Sarada had, for better for worse, chakra of a fire nature; which meant that water jutsu was extremely difficult—creating a jutsu that required both fire and water natures seemed near impossible. But, again, in the tradition of the Uchiha, she’d rather slit her own throat than put her pride at risk by giving up before she’d tried every single trick in the book. Twice. 

“You are aware that water jutsu kind of goes against all the chakra you have inside of you, right?” A sarcastic voice questions, startling her. She whirls around, sharingan ablaze, ready to trap whoever was spying on her in a genjutsu they’d never forget.

Instead of finding an enemy, she comes face to face with an all-too-familiar face.

“Mama says it’s not nice to spy on people, Uncle Shisui,” she sighs.

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Welcome to the first actual angsty werewolf au blurb. The next one will be funny, I promise.

“Mom, can I wear this one to the gala?”

Howard turned and nearly choked on his own spit, nearly throwing the mail he was holding. “Guh-!”

“Oh!” Maria said, smiling, before her face fell. “…Oh.”

Tony frowned in confusion, clutching the dark blue gown to his chest. “Is—is it a bad color on me? Jan said it looked great!”

Maria sighed. “Tony, honey—” She paused when Howard held a hand up, frowning. “Howard?”

Howard set the mail aside and stepped forward so he could crouch in front of his son, reaching out to take one of his hands. “I’m sorry, Tony,” he told him with all the sincerity he could muster. “You can’t wear it to the gala. The humans… well, they’re not as advanced socially as werewolves are. They wouldn’t think very well of you if you wore a dress to the gala.”

“But—” Tony began, confused. “But… why?”

“Humans are assholes,” Howard informed him bluntly. “I love you, and I love that you are just as comfortable in dresses as you are in pants. I love that you’re as comfortable in your wolf skin as you are in your human one. But some humans think you should conform to be just like them, that you should only wear pants and consider women less.” He took a deep breath, trying to swallow down his own anger. “And it kills me to have to say this, but if you want to be accepted by them, you have to humor them. I wish it didn’t have to be that way. I wish you could wear this pretty dress. But humans will think less of you, and I won’t have that until you’re old enough to protect yourself.”

Tony looked down at the dress, biting his bottom lip to keep the tears welling up in his eyes from falling. “…Should… should I stop wearing dresses?”

“No,” Howard answered immediately. “No. I know this is disappointing, but don’t let humans ruin something you enjoy. You can wear your dresses at Jan’s house or here at home.” He reached out to take the dress from his son’s hands and held it up against the boy’s body. “You could wear this to your mother’s next Meeting.”

Maria nodded, coming over to kneel in front of their son as well. “Of course, Tony! And all of the other wolves will be so jealous. Look at how lovely this is. And when they ask about it, you can tell them that a human made it for you, and they’ll be doubly jealous.”

Tony frowned down at the dress. “…Why aren’t humans nicer to each other?”

Howard opened his mouth, then closed it, frustrated. He didn’t have an answer.

“Someone has to teach them to be nicer to each other,” Maria answered for him, because she was always better at these things. “We’ll do that. But your father is right—you’re not old enough to deal with how cruel humans can be to each other. So you’ll have to wait until you’re older to help us with that.”

Tony whined quietly but nodded. “When will I be old enough to help?”

“I should think fourteen—” Maria began, only to be cut off by her husband.

“No. No. No. No. No!”

She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Howard—”

“No,” Howard cut in again sharply, making her stop in surprise. “That is not nearly old enough to deal with humans and their shitty attitudes.” He turned to his son sternly. “You will be able to help when I say. As an expert on humans and their prejudices, I will be the one to decide when you are capable of dealing with them.”

Tony blinked up at him, a tear rolling down his cheek, before he wrapped his arms around the dress and held it to his chest. “Okay, Daddy.”

Howard sighed and reached out to cup his cheeks, using his thumb to wipe away the tear. “It’s my job to protect you, Tony. When I think you’re ready, I’ll let you try. But I won’t let you try until I know you’ve got the tools to handle it.” He pushed the hair out of Tony’s eyes. “Why don’t you go get ready for dinner?”

“You’re only saying that because Mom looks like she wants to bite your head off,” Tony pointed out, but obediently gathered up the dress, because he wasn’t dumb enough to want to be around them anyway. His mom was scary when she was mad.

“I’m also saying it because dinner is almost ready,” Howard added. “It’s a roast.”

“Roast!” Tony cheered, disappointment forgotten, and ran from the room to get ready for dinner.

Howard and Maria watched him go before she took a sharp breath and turned toward him, scowling. “Howard.

Howard held his hand up, walking over to his office. He opened the door and motioned her inside. She snarled and stomped past him, but it was hard not to pause and give him an angry nip or smack. He stepped in behind her and shut the door again.

Howard,” she snarled again. “What right do you have to undermine me when I’m trying to help our child?”

“What do you even know about humans, Maria?” Howard snapped back.

Maria drew herself up straight, offended. “What do I even-? I know plenty, Howard. I’m perfectly capable of answering any questions Tony might have. We age differently than humans, Howard, whether you like it or not, and he’s going to mature faster too.”

“That is exactly why you can’t answer questions about humans!” Howard snarled, with so much viciousness that she actually took a step back. “I don’t know what you think you know about humans, Maria, but it’s not enough. We don’t like things that can hurt us, that we don’t understand—you are both of those things.

“…You seem to do pretty well for someone that doesn’t like and doesn’t understand us,” Maria hissed, trying to hide how much it hurt her.

The human rolled his eyes. “I’m not one of those people, Maria. For God’s sake, I flew a plane into an active war zone so Captain America could rescue his friend when his only plan was ‘don’t die.’ Which is exactly why Tony can’t be held to your standards!”

“Oh, I was scared during the war, so I wouldn’t know what’s best for him,” she snapped, bristling.

“That’s exactly it, Maria!” Howard shouted, throwing his hands up. “We lived through a war. Our views on things are skewed, and yours especially are. Humans liked werewolves during the war because of Captain America and because enlisting them meant a human didn’t have to go to the trenches. Now the war is over and we’ve got no one to fight, so we’re going back to hating werewolves.” He saw his wife take a breath and harshly added, “A werewolf was lynched three days ago, Maria!”

The blood drained from Maria’s face. Her breath hitched once before she managed to compose herself, still pale, but shoulders straight. “Do I know him?”

“No,” Howard told her quietly. “He wouldn’t have been at your parties. He was an orphan.”

“Oh,” she said softly, more air than sound, and began to sink to the ground. She was thankful when her husband did not try to help her, because she might have bitten him.

Howard knelt in front of her. “He was sixteen years old.”

“He was still a baby.” Maria let out a mournful sound. “Where?”

“Maine,” Howard answered softly. “It was in the paper this morning.”

She hadn’t gotten to it yet. Maria looked down at her hands, clenched in her skirt and knuckles gone white. “…He didn’t have a family,” she tried.

“You and I both know that not having a family was only part of the problem,” Howard told her sternly.

Maria ducked her head, biting her bottom lip. “But a family would have helped.”

“Or I could have read about an arson case where an entire family of werewolves died.” Howard reached out for one of her hands slowly. When she didn’t snap at him, he took it between both of his own. “Maria. The only ones that can truly know how humans hate are other humans. You have such a hopeful outlook on the world; you want to change things for the better. I want Tony to be just like you when he grows up.” He waited for her to look up at him before he quietly added, “I just want to make sure he gets to grow up.”

Maria let out a helpless sob.

Tony yelped when Maria tugged him up out of his seat at the dinner table and into a hug, but when Howard wrapped his arms around both of them, he stayed quiet. They were usually really upset when they both hugged him like this.

He didn’t know what wrong, but he snuggled into their embraces anyway. “I love you.”

Maria and Howard clutched at him tighter.