southern mother

i found this post in my drafts and have ZERO memory of writing it (thank u alcohol) so im gonna put it in my queue lol
  • ok but imagine 
  • Bitty comes out to his parents but he doesn’t tell them about Jack, thinks it’s for the best, maybe to ease his parents into things or maybe to keep the pool of People Who Know as small as possible 
  • and like yeah Ransom and Holster are super oblivious but Suzanne Bittle is not, not when it comes to her son, because she is a certified Nosy Southern Mother and she can see he’s been acting differently, happier but quieter, always on his phone and blushing when she asks about boys
  • and he talks about the team a LOT 
  • Jack’s one of his best friends and he’s just started his NHL career, so of course Bitty’s never gonna shut up about Jack
  • (Same goes for Shitty and law school. And eventually Ransom and med school. Dicky is proud of his friends and wants everyone to know. He gets that trait from Suzanne, she understands)
  • but he keeps talking about this one Boy, how sweet he is and how his smile is like a sack of puppies and how bitty’s always making this boy do things with him like baking and getting froyo and going shopping and Suzanne is like. Yes. This must be Dicky’s secret boyfriend. 
  •  the next family weekend or whatever, Suzanne demands to meet this Chowder boy who’s stolen Bitty’s heart
  • Bitty is both confused and mortified

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i really and truly resent grrm for not giving us a better idea of what the stark women were like without southern influences. esp pre conquest stark women who were married to the kings of winter. arya and sansa were raised in large part by a septa which is def atypical. those teachings were extensions of the seven which had no place in the north, prior to this generation. cat is a southerner and even ned was raised in the south and they both expect their daughters to learn the ways of that world. but without that ??? lyanna is the only other female character we have as an example and while she wasn’t allowed to use a sword (openly) she was far from “”ladylike”” like arya she’s described as being wild and boyish. theres no indication of embroidery in her upbringing but horseback riding. besides a lot of northern women do openly fight like the mormonts and the wildlings. 

i mean i dont think women of winterfell were all tomboys as a general rule but i do wonder how important a lot of the traditionally feminine pursuits we associate with ladies were to their roles and educations. were they expected to wear fancy dresses and sing or write poetry and embroider pretty things all while being gentle and sweet? i cant imagine so since this is a grim culture that revolves around a very harsh unforgiving land. the northerners are practical people. they dont like frivolousness. singers hardly even bother going up there, the only music the starks know is the howling of wolves ect. theres no grand septs with songs and few extravagant tourneys with knights. they worship in the forests and spend their time preparing ready for winter and the cold darkness. these were hard men so the women beside them would be harder too 

most of the northern women do seem to be more wild and willful as opposed to ladylike and courteous. we see this in arya and lyanna stark, wylla manderly and the mormont girls, meera reed and alys karstark, ygritte and val. in bran’s vision theres a woman who cuts a man’s throat and theres a reference to arya flint as being an adventurous climber. they fight, they ride, they don’t hold back. and right theres thats like 99% of the northern girls. 

so i think its pretty safe to say northern women tend to be more wild like the place they were born and raised in but i would still kill for a fully realized lady of winterfell who’s untouched by the south. mostly for arya’s sake. she thinks she’s unwelcome in her own place because the only female influences growing up were southern-like and they made her feel inferior. they expected her to be pretty and girly and….southern. but arya’s not a southern lady she’s a northerner. she needed a northern female elder who would’ve embraced her wildness instead of trying to tame it. too late for that now but i hope in the future she will realize that you can be a woman without being ladylike. i expect it’ll actually be a big part of her arc. and hopefully she will make friends with many of the above mentioned northern girls. because arya would have the baddest crew with meera and wylla and lyanna m. tbh. 

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Some important things from Hamilton last night

-after Its Quiet Uptown, Madison enters crying with a handkerchief and desperately responds “please” when Jefferson says “can we get back to politics”
-James Monroe Iglehart DABBED during The Reynolds Pamphlet
-Brian D'arcy James as King George. That’s it.
-Anthony Lee Medina’s dancing as John Laurens. So many body rolls.
-“I’m a general WHEEEEEE”
-During the line “I’ve been chosen for the constitutional convention” Jevon McFerrin started off very serious but then slipped into a happy dance at the end
-Thayne’s voice/accent as Samuel Seabury
-The lighting design was AMAZING
-“Southern mother fucking DEMOCRATIC REPUBLICANS”
-Anthony Lee Medina playing 9 year old Phillip
-The symbolism in the choreography
-The whole show

  • *James, Thomas, and Aaron all hanging out in James' room doing nothing.*
  • James: *Sighs.* Literally, I have no friends.
  • Thomas: *Sits up straight and looks at Aaron.*
  • Aaron: *Looks at Thomas with wide eyes before looking at James with a disbelieving look.* Well, Bitch what are we roaches?
AP Gov college board exam tomorrow

Hamilton, don’t fail me now. This is what we’ve been training for!


After stepping away from the circus today, I thought I would share a funny story that happened at lunch with my Mom, and a few friends. I can tell you that between all the laughing last week, and again today….I should have killers abs by summer!

Anyway, ya’ll know that I am from the south, and my Mother is a very southern mother. She really frowns upon swearing, and side-eyes me ( even at 54!), when I use disparaging words like idiot, which I use quite often. I asked her once what she calls these people and without batting an eyelash said “Dear…those people are misguided and a little dim-witted and cannot help it. It really is sad to be in that condition”. Southern smackdown at its finest!!

Two of my best friends joined us ( they are OL & SC fans, and are very into TW and IG), and we started talking about the show. My mother does not watch OL because she refuses to pay for a cable channel! Anyway, I told them about the new GF, and they were all WTF…complete with Mom’s side-eye! One pulled up the latest pics on the trusty I-Phone, and let’s just say they called BS immediately. One then proceeded to pull up the T2 pics and said “didn’t they just go to this?….to which I replied yes. Enter Mom…stage left.

She said, and I quote about Sam and Cait…."They are a lovely couple, and seem very much in love, even though her dress was a little tight ”….sigh. We then showed her the Piaget event, to which she frowned and said “Bless her heart…she is trying really hard isn’t she? To which we replied what do you mean, and Mama said…"Well, it looks like she is trying to get his attention by wearing that horrible outfit ( of course, she was appalled that it was white since we haven’t passed Easter yet), and said ” that man was nice enough to take a picture with her, now he needs to find that pretty wife and go home".

When I told her that it looks like he may be now dating her, my Mama did not miss a beat. She frowned at us, picked up her iced tea and said…“Well…he is an idiot”.

Here’s to the wonderful wisdom of my sweet Mama, who just proved that even people who are not on the ship, or even average fans see what we see! Ship on sweet shipsters! 🙇😍❤

So much of Tundra memory relies on scent, and I imagine Tundra’s sense of smell is so strong that it has a lot of social implications that other dragons wouldn’t think of. Every dragon has their own smell, of course, but it’s always lined with something else, the scent of family, the scent of bloodline, the scent of elemental heritage. A tundra born in the Southern Isles but whose mother came from the Ashfall Waste might still carry a fine underlying scent of brimstone, or charcoal. There’s a lot of information carried in all that, and it’s left for the sniffer to interpret and sort out- what smells like the bloodline of a friend to one may be the bloodline of an enemy to another, it’s all relative. But it’s all there.

So now, imagine the horror of encountering a dragon with no blood-scent. No clan, no family, no distinctive smell. They smell of nothing, or maybe, only of themselves, only of the magic that birthed them. Imagine what an uncanny valley that would be, someone who is, as far as Tundra are concerned, missing an integral part of themselves. It would be like walking up to someone and discovering they had no ears, and no holes where ears should be, just smooth skull. Creepy, unsettling, wrong. A dragon without a clan-scent is a dragon with no history, not to be trusted- it might not be a dragon at all.

southern-wendigo-mother-fuckers  asked:

Any ideas on how to keep motivated while writing? I'm relatively new (only been writing properly for about a year) and really struggle to keep up writing.

Hi friend!

Honestly, motivation is a constant struggle. It is a very fickle and an unreliable writing companion. I generally only write a couple time a year when I feel a story really tugging on my heart and I need to get it out before it is lost. 

If you really want to write consistently, motivation is not your friend. Take advantage of it while it’s there, but don’t rely on it on an everyday basis. What you’re going to want to do is make writing a habit. Ingrain it into your daily routine so that if you forget to write one day it will feel like something is off or missing. Start small. Commit to an achievable writing goal and hold yourself to it. Whether that is 3 lines of a story per day or a certain number of words about a random prompt, just write. Every single day. 

It may be helpful to give yourself a physical incentive to do it? Like “if I achieve my writing goals every day this week then I will treat myself to a bubble bath/new book/cool pen/whatever” as long as it works for you.

Best of luck! ~Nicole

for whatever reason, I always picture Tim and Darry as like southern mothers idek like darry’s yelling at his brothers that if they don’t eat their vegetables they can’t have pie and tim’s like waving a wooden spoon around and threatening to wash curly’s mouth out


Katara and Loss

So, we’ve been talking abut loss, and what it means to our three central characters: Aang, Katara, and Zuko. We’ve already talked about Aang and Zuko, and saw how they were affected by their loss, and how that loss shaped many of their decisions and brought these three characters together. This leaves us with one final character to talk about: Katara. 

I mentioned a bunch of times that Aang and Zuko’s loss ties into the many different themes that those characters share like identity, and destiny. With Katara, it’s no different. However, where Aang and Zuko’s loss ties into their identity and destiny arcs, Katara’s loss arc ties into the theme of protection, which we see play out time and time again. 

Even though I don’t have all the relevant gifs up, it’s still evident that Katara was strongly affected by her mother’s death, and that her pain turned itself into a need to protect and help those around her. 

However, to properly analyze this theme, were going to have to do one of my favorite things: look at all the relevant episodes to see what we find.

So, without further delay, let’s begin!

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Night on the town, part 8

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 2954

Warning: Angst

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

One could have heard a pin drop in the silence after Leonard spoke.  He looked up at you expectantly as it took you a moment to process how everything had just happened.  Your mouth hung open a second just before a bright grin appeared.  Nodding and screaming “yes”, you wrapped your arms around his neck.  Everyone gathered cheered and clapped.  You could hear Jim hooting and whistling behind where you stood, but you were busy kissing Leonard.  He pulled back to look at you with the biggest smile you had ever seen on his face.

“You really mean it?” You answered with a quiet laugh and a nod.

“Yes.  I want to marry you, Leonard.”  He kissed you again in his excitement, while the group around you had started to disperse.  While they were all happy for you, they wanted to start their leaves.  Leonard slipped his arm around your waist holding you tightly to his side.  As you descended from the docking ramp he kissed your forehead pulling his bag over his free shoulder.  He did not want to let you too far from him.  Both of you smiling like fools in your shared happiness.  “I can’t believe you have been hiding that from me, Leonard. I was starting to worry.”

“You have nothing to worry about darlin’.  I would have asked you to marry me that first night if I wouldn’t have scared you away. You took my breath away from the first time I saw you in that bar turning Jim down for a dance.  I feel like the luckiest man alive right now, [Y/N].”  Just by the look on his face, you knew he meant every word.  

The shuttle ride to Georgia was pleasant other than Leonard and his flight anxiety.  One would think that after all the time he spent on the Enterprise that his anxiety would have decreased.  With larger ships, it had gotten better, but he was about to crawl out of his skin with a smaller craft.  Several times you had to kiss him to distract him before he tried breaking out one of the windows and jumping out.  By the time the shuttle landed he ran out of the doors first breathing deeply.  “Bout damn time, thought that thing was never going to land.”  

You laughed as left the shuttle, both bags in your arms.  “Leonard, what am I going to do with you?”  

He looked over at you with a smirk, “I can think of a few things but we better not be late or Momma will be after us both.”  Leonard grabbed both bags leading you towards the exit.  The ride to the McCoy home was beautiful.  Georgia was so green and pretty.  You could not stop smiling as you stared out the window.  When you pulled up to the old southern home his mother was standing on the porch waiting.  Her salt and pepper hair was pulled up into a loose bun on top of her head with tendrils falling down around her face.  Her light blue dress moved with the Georgia breeze.

“Well look at you two. You are a sight, that’s for sure. Leonard hun you get up here and give me a hug.”  He smiled as he embraced his mother tight.

“It’s good to see you, momma. We are glad to be here.  This is my… well my fiancée now, [Y/N].  [Y/N] this is my mother, Margaret.”  You held out your hand to her but she grabbed it and pulled you into a tight hug.

“We hug here, my dear. Especially if you are going to be a McCoy.  I’m so happy. Leonard, you sure picked a pretty one, smart too.  Another doctor.  I hope that means you will be givin’ me more smart grandbabies.”  Blushing brightly, you wiped the hair out of your face. “Come on you two, I got dinner waiting on ya.”  

You couldn’t remember the last time you had a home cooked meal.  It was wonderful and felt like a family.  Margaret asked many questions of you.  She wanted to know all about the woman who was going to be her new daughter in law.  There was a lot of laughter as all three of you told stories and jokes.  It was wonderful hearing how Leonard was a child. Before the mess that his ex-wife had created within him.  Joanna was due to arrive in two days much to the happiness of Leonard and Margaret. Jocelyn kept Joanna away from her grandmother as much as she did her father.

While you were nervous to meet Joanna, you were also excited for Leonard.  He talked about her all the time and missed her terribly.  He was just as excited to see her as he was to get engaged.  Bringing together the three most important people together made him happier than you had ever seen.  Not once did he sound out of sorts as he had often on the Enterprise.  Leonard was home.

After two helpings, a piece, of peach cobbler, you and Leonard finally were able to go to sleep. Both of you completely exhausted had slept well into the morning until the aroma of fresh coffee woke you.  You pulled on loose shorts and a tee shirt, something you had not worn in ages.  Real clothes, not just uniforms.  Leonard was still sleeping like the dead, so you left him to follow the delicious scent.  Margaret was there reading, a cup of coffee sitting beside her.  “Morning dear.  Want a cup and some breakfast?”  Nodding you took a seat at the table.  

“Thank you.  Want a hand?”

“Oh no, you sit and rest. You and my boy there I know work too hard.  Enjoy your time off.   I like having people to cook for.”  She reminded you a lot of your grandmother.  Her and your grandfather had raised you since you were a baby after both your parents were killed during a battle with the Klingons.  You talked for a while about your life in Maine and about the family you had left.  It was easy to talk to her, that must be where Leonard got it from.  Margaret was a good listener and knew how to draw people out of their shells.  Just like she was now with you.

Leonard finally woke a couple hours later starving and ready to start the day.  He ate the large plate of food his mother made him then brought you on a hike to show you his home.  The woods and the trees were bright and peaceful with the river that ran the back edge of the forest.  You sat there together for a while enjoying the quiet.  The river was cool as you walked the edge with your bare feet.  You found several pretty water smoothed stones that you picked up as Leonard watched from the shoreline laughing quietly. “More rocks for your collection?”

“Yes, actually.  I need to make sure my bags are nice and heavy for you to lug back to the ship.”  He laughed louder leaning back on his hands, his legs out in front of him.

“I knew it!  I knew you loaded those bags with rocks.”  Picking up the three you liked most you ran back to him throwing yourself into his lap.  A sweet kiss turned into something much more.  Before too long you were both screaming out the others names as your bodies moved together in ecstasy.  As you put your clothes back on Leonard could not take his eyes off you. “I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“We get to spend the rest of our lives together.  Don’t forget that.”  The rest of the day and into the next you soaked up as much time as you could together. Later in the evening, Joanna arrived with her mother.  Jocelyn did not stay long and she barely looked at you other than to give you a look of irritation.  Joanna was sweet and was genuinely happy to be with her father and grandmother.  You could understand her shyness towards you as being a new person.  You tried to stay out of their way as they all bonded.  Leonard would bring you into the conversation and after a little while, Joanna would start to talk more to you.  

Leonard had asked to wait to tell Joanna about the engagement.  He wanted the time to spend with her then let her know the good news. It was easy to understand his motives. He did not want to throw such an important thing on her right away.  The next few days were spent letting Leonard and Margaret get to know who Joanna was now. You stayed on the sidelines for most of it.  Watching and supporting them as you could.  Though it felt like you were being pushed further to the sides with every passing hour.  By the third day, you had barely spoken to Leonard the whole day.  Joanna wanted to go swimming and begged Leonard for just “daddy/daughter time” down at the river.  You encouraged them to go on that you were tired and wanted to nap.

It was not a lie.  You were exhausted from the constant busy days and honestly from the emotions that were starting to arise.  There were no longer conversations with Joanna and you. Anytime you would speak to her, the answers were short bordering on curt.  At first, you tried to pass it off as shyness but at the end of the week, she had progressed to completely to ignoring you.  Leonard noticed but until you said something to him he had not mentioned it.

“She has been through a lot since the divorce.  Joanna is a sweet kid she is just trying to figure things out.  I know it will get better.  Give it time, okay?”  You sighed but agreed.  There was nothing left in you to argue.  So you let it be, going out of your way to be as nice as possible to her and stay out of her way.  It did not get better, quite the contrary it got much worse.  Joanna became much more upset anytime you would talk to Leonard and would inject herself into all your conversations trying to take his attention off you and direct it back to her.  

You were crying alone in the bedroom when Leonard came in.  Trying to keep him from seeing you, wiped your face and sat up to look over at him. “Darlin’ what’s the matter?”

“Nothing… I’m all right, just tired.”  Clearing your throat, you adjusted your position on the bed.

“Look I know she is being a little difficult.  I’m sorry it will get better.  We should probably wait on telling her about the engagement just a little while longer. We don’t want to upset her and I just want to spend the time with my baby girl.  It’s been so long.”   You felt awful inside, here you were taking time away from Leonard and Joanna.  

“Go spend the time with her Leonard.  I know we don’t have much time left here.  It’s fine.  I promise.” He smiled, kissing your forehead before going off to find her.  The next day Joanna was sitting at the table with Leonard and her grandmother having lemonade.  Margaret offered you a glass which you happily accept, taking a seat in between her and Joanna.  As you sat Joanna got up and walked out the door grumbling “I don’t want to sit next to her.”

Leonard looked at you and the tears in your eyes, confused.  “[Y/N], did you say something or do something that upset her?  I don’t understand why she is acting like this.” His question completely floored you.

“Leonard, I have barely spoken to her.  She ignores me if I am anywhere around.”  The tears turned into crying.  He honestly thought you had done something to upset his daughter.  “You know what, it doesn’t matter.  I am not feeling well.  I am going to go lay down.”  He did not try to stop you nor did he try to say another word.   He merely watched you retreat back up to the bedroom.  You fell asleep crying late into the night.  When you woke the next morning you noticed the bed was cold.  Leonard never came to bed.

You had a feeling he slept down on the couch and did not want to disturb him or anyone else.  The kitchen was empty and quiet.  So you poured yourself a cup of coffee and went to sit on the front porch watching the sun come up.  So many thoughts were running through your mind and you were unsure how to fix any of it.  Lost in your own thoughts you did not hear Joanna walkup.

“You need to go away.” The little voice startled you, so much that you did not hear what she said.

“I’m sorry?”  You looked over to her as you set the mug down. Looking more upset she crossed her arms in front of her.

“You need to go away and leave my dad alone.  He doesn’t need you.”  It felt like a slap in the face.  You weren’t sure how to respond.  “Just go away.  I don’t want you here and I don’t want you marrying my dad.”

“Joanna I don’t understand. I haven’t done anything to you.  I very much want to get along with you.  Your dad loves you so much and I love him.”  You tried to reason with her, but you could see in her eyes it was not going to work.

“You aren’t my mom and I don’t want you to be.  I hate you and I will tell my dad you hurt me if you don’t leave.  You know he will believe me over you.”  She laid it all out.  For eleven years old she was smart and knew the art of blackmail already.  The sad part was she was completely right, Leonard would believe every word she said.  He had already accused you of upsetting Joanna before without a thought to how well he knew you.  She stood there staring at you with anger and hate all over her face and it broke your heart. You sniffed as the tears fell, getting up from the chair you walked past her without another look.

There were not much of your belongings to pack.  You had only brought one bag with you, so you were done within ten minutes.  Leonard walked in as you zipped up the bag, looking as though he just woke up with the unshaven face and hair going every which way. “What are you doing?  You going somewhere?”

You had dreaded this conversation but knew you had to do it before you left.  “I’m going to Maine.  See my grandfather before leave is over and I have to decide what I am going to do after that.”

“You’re going without me? We aren’t supposed to go for another few days [Y/N].  What’s going on?”  The tears were back though you did not stop them this time.

“I need to go Leonard. I shouldn’t be here.  Your daughter despises me and you already think I did something to upset her.  I can’t stand in between you and her.”  He walked up to you grabbing your arm lightly.

“You aren’t leaving. I love you.  We will figure something out.  I’ll talk to Joanna, make her see how amazing you are.  I’ll fix it.“ Leonard looked desperate.  You shook your head, looking up at him.

“Who would you believe if Joanna said I hurt her?”  Leonard paused looking down at you, turning the question in his mind.  The conflict in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.  You leaned up to kiss his cheek.  “This has been the best time of my life with you.  Goodbye Leonard.”  Once again he did not try to stop you.  He sat on the bed and cried.

The shuttle trip to Maine was difficult.  Between you crying, and the turbulent ride you were sick to your stomach by the time you landed.  Your grandfather met you as you arrived and refrained from asking questions when he saw your pale complexion.  He merely hugged you close and ushered towards the car.  Once you had gotten into the house and you brought your bag upstairs to your old room.  He hadn’t changed it since you left for medical school all those years ago. Overwhelming exhaustion hit, forcing you to curl up in bed.  You pulled your old stuffed animal close and fell asleep.

When you woke up hours later you were starving and desperately needed a big glass of tea.  Grandpa had made dinner, your favorite scallops, and pasta. He watched you inhale the meal without a word.  Once you finished your second plate and two glasses of tea he finally broke the silence.

“You going to tell me what’s going on, my girl?  Why are you here and your young man isn’t?”  Setting the glass down you looked at him, giving him a sad smile.  The story just fell out of your mouth in a rush.  Every painful detail came out that you had bottled up since Joanna had first arrived. Everything up until you arrived here alone.  Now there was so much more to think about.  “You don’t know what you want to do now, do you?”  

“No grandpa, I don’t. I don’t know if I can go back to the Enterprise when leave is over.  Especially now.”  He looked confused.

“What do you mean, especially now?”  Leaning back in the chair you picked at the food that was left on your plate.

“I’m pregnant, grandpa.”

Part 9

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Brother: aren’t you into that old guy who was almost president

CC Reverse!AU : Flower Scouts

Reverse!AU Flower Scout Troop 789 Headcanons

-Gwen is the Head Camp Counselor/Junior Garden Mother

-She was the first flower scout to earn every patch, so all the girls look up to her.

-Gwen teaches the girls and runs activities when Ms. Pris is either high or dead drunk.

-She’ll answer any question the girls ask, most come from Nicolette, who refers to Gwen as her ‘big sister’.

-Reverse Nikki has a slight southern accent (from her mother)

-Ered still likes skate boarding, but hides it from the rest of the Troop since it’s not 'ladylike’.

-Nerris turns her love of role play into a bunch of fantasy books that she writes herself. That crap would make twilight seem like a children’s book (She also likes playing fantasy games under the table)

-girls constantly fight over who is the cutest

-Despite Gwen’s cocky attitude, she has deep insecurities about her perfection. She knows that she’s all looks and manipulation, but for once she wants to be loved instead of looked at as an object.

-As a child, Gwen was told that she was too stupid to be good at anything, so she turned to her looks for validation in life.