this is the last tribute post

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Some more character appreciation sketches for Disney’s Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty) and some Lady Tremaine (Cinderella). Mainly exploring different expressions for her appreciation blog ( maleficent1959 ) Feel free to request if you wanna see other doodles!

Bonus! Maleficent finally gets invited to a gathering– it’s all she ever wanted to begin with. The surprise birthday party was her dear friend, the Evil Queen’s idea~ The last sketch was inspired by this song (it came out a year after SB was released!)

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Yesterday i miss the post, i was really busy, so today i put two illustrations: the first is Harry when he meet the mermaid, the second is Ginny at Weasley house. Today is the last day, i hope you like this tribute.  Wands up

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(Top) Someday I’ll See You Again by winterheath
(Bottom) Daddy by Lilak-rain (both from deviantart)

I’ve never seen this version of TMNT, but I just heard last week that in their most recent episodes, Master Splinter was killed off from the show and probably the franchise. How could they do that!? He was an important part of the series! That’s like killing off Optimus Prime (which they’re slowly doing)!

Anyway, I wanted to make a tribute post to Splinter. He was an iconic mentor, Master, and father, and he will be missed by every generation of Turtle fans.
(R.I.P 1985-2017)

sha_la_la_la: When Alex Turner is literally a few feet in front of you watching a Morrissey/Smiths tribute band on Morrissey’s birthday and he gets there early and stays for the whole show. 🙌🏽❤️#respect #sweetandtenderhooligans #helookedgoodonthedancefloorbtw 😏
(El Rey Theatre LA, May 22, 2017)

Humanity’s Strongest now has a tribute blog! 

This blog is centered around Levi and will contain all types of posts including, but not limited to, fanart, fanfic, graphics, meta, official art, and so on. Like @erentribute and @mikasatribute, this blog is affiliated and is run as an all-inclusive blog. 

Expect untagged spoilers (including Levi’s last name, for those who still don’t know it) and possible NSFW content which is tagged appropriately. All ships and groups are tagged for organization and blacklisting purposes. Please check the navigation page for more specifics (like which ship names are used) and note that not all links may have content yet, but the content is in the queue. 

This blog will post 10 posts per day, a small daily dose of Levi! Enjoy your stay!

kamiknarly  asked:

i hope endeavor gets stuck in a pool floaty

A minor inconvenience at best. He can just melt it off of himself. Here’s a thought:

I hope he gets stuck in a pool floaty just long enough for some random passerby to snap a pic. Just long enough for said pic to get posted on the internet.

I hope said pic goes viral. I hope it gets plastered all over every social media site you can think of. I hope comedians and talk show hosts and news anchors and the Google homepage take the time to pay tribute to this photo. I hope employees at the Endeavor Hero Agency post printouts of the photo in the office but there are so many employees that no one can figure out who’s doing it. I hope colleagues and fellow heroes bring it up at every opportunity. I hope Present Mic devotes a half hour of his show to the phenomenon that is Pool Floaty Endeavor.

I hope it becomes a lasting meme. 

I hope Pool Floaty Endeavor gets shopped into iconic movie screenshots and renaissance paintings and photographs of the surface of Mars.

Sameen Shaw Appreciation Day

I loved how last month everyone got into paying tribute to ‘If-Then-Else’ with me so I thought I would give you all a heads up that I plan on doing something similar this coming Tuesday (February 21) to celebrate the anniversary of the first time our favorite compact Persian sociopath graced our screens. (‘Relevance’ aired on February 21, 2013)

I’ll be posting my favorite stills of Shaw all day as well as Shaw-centric posts on my other blog. I’d love to make a day of reveling in all her badass glory.

So dig up your favorite Shaw posts or make some new ones! 


It’s hammer time 🔨

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Hey all! With Josh & Ginny’s time as our beloved Prince Charming & Snow White on Once Upon a Time at an end, we decided to do a “one last” meme for Prince Charming, Snow White, and Snowing throughout the summer. Of course we may have more in the future - but with not seeing their beautiful faces every Sunday anymore, we felt as if a tribute to both of the characters as well as to Snowing is the perfect way to say goodbye. Each tribute will be about 2 weeks long, and of course you don’t have to do all the days or do all the days that are posted! You can start and finish the meme whenever you’d like; we’ll still reblog everything. However, it is important to use the tag #olpcm for Prince Charming, otherwise we won’t be able to see it/reblog it. Prince Charming will be for June, followed by Snow White in July (post coming at the beginning of July), and Snowing in August (post coming at the beginning of August). Have fun and happy giffing two of the greatest characters on this show! Please also keep in mind that each of these memes are inspired by fyesthesavior’s “ESAM”, an appreciation tribute to Emma Swan you should definitely check out

We’re starting Prince Charming’s Meme on Sunday June 18, but feel free to start whenever you’d like!

  1. Favourite Season - Sunday June 18
  2. Favourite Profession (Animal Shelter Volunteer, King/Prince, Shepherd, Sheriff, etc.) - Monday June 19
  3. Favourite Season One Episode - Tuesday June 20
  4. Favourite Quote(s) - Wednesday June 21
  5. Favourite Season Two Episode - Thursday June 22
  6. Favourite Familial Relationship(s) - Friday June 23
  7. Favourite Season Three Episode - Saturday June 24
  8. Favourite Disney Reference - Sunday June 25
  9. Favourite Season Four Episode - Monday June 26
  10. Favourite Act(s) of Bravery - Tuesday June 27
  11. Favourite Friendship(s) - Wednesday June 28
  12. Favourite Season Five Episode - Thursday June 29
  13. Favourite Cursed!Charming (David Nolan, Evil!Charming, Singing!Charming, Sleeping Curse, Shattered Sight, etc.) - Friday June 30
  14. Favourite Season Six Episode - Saturday July 1
  15. Free Choice - Sunday July 2

Have fun with our beloved Charming, and stay tuned for Snow White & Snowing to follow later this summer!

Anton

It’s been a year. Part of me still can’t believe that Anton’s gone. I wanted to take a moment to just write about what I’m thinking and feeling right now as I look back on the past year and consider how much Anton affected my life, because the more I think about it, the more I realize how important he and his role as Chekov was, is, to me. Bear with me.

Keep reading

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Hello everyone! With July springing into full action, now it is time for the Snow White version of the “one last” meme. Since it is Snow White’s version, it is roughly the same idea that we had for Prince Charming with a few minor changes to fit her character more. Just a reminder that just because it is titled “one last” does not mean we will never host any appreciation memes for her again. It is just a tribute since both Ginny & Josh are leaving Once Upon a Time. You can start and finish this meme whenever you’d like, we’ll still reblog everything as long as you tag it with #olswm. Following July, the version of this meme for Snowing will be in August, so stay tuned for that! If you’re interested in completing the Prince Charming version, you can find the information here (again you can ignore the dates and post whenever you’d like; we’ll still reblog everything). Have fun with our favourite princess! Please also keep in mind that each of these memes are inspired by fyesthesavior’s “ESAM”, an appreciation tribute to Emma Swan you should definitely check out.

For Snow White, we will begin on Sunday, July 16, but feel free to start whenever you’d like.

  • Favourite Season - Sunday July 16
  • Favourite Profession (Teacher, Queen/Princess, Bandit, Mayor, etc.) - Monday July 17
  • Favourite Season One Episode - Tuesday July 18
  • Favourite Quote(s) - Wednesday July 19
  • Favourite Season Two Episode - Thursday July 20
  • Favourite Familial Relationship(s) - Friday July 21
  • Favourite Season Three Episode - Saturday July 22
  • Favourite Disney Reference - Sunday July 23
  • Favourite Season Four Episode - Monday July 24
  • Favourite Hope Speech(es) - Tuesday July 25
  • Favourite Friendship(s) - Wednesday July 26
  • Favourite Season Five Episode - Thursday July 27
  • Favourite Cursed!Snow (Mary Margaret Blanchard, Evil!Snow, Singing!Snow, Sleeping Curse, Shattered Sight, etc.) - Friday July 28
  • Favourite Season Six Episode - Saturday July 29
  • Favourite Realm - Sunday July 30
  • Free Choice - Monday July 31

Have fun and stay tuned for Snowing’s Appreciation Meme in August!

#SaveWOY Recs

@ao3org ’s International Fanworks Day might be over, but #IFDFest continues!

For this rec post, I’ll be deviating from my usual fanfiction recs to instead recommend the entire SaveWOY movement and other Wander Over Yonder fan projects.

It’s amazing all the hard work, time, and dedication people across the board have put into getting Wander Over Yonder a third season and keeping fans hopes up as the months since its cancellation drag out. So without further ado:

@peepsqueak has been absolutely dedicated to saving WOY:

There’s no way for me to know just how much she’s done for the fandom and the movement, but I’m so grateful she’s put all this together, stuck to it for so long, and given fans the chance to #SaveWOY.

@savewoy is one of the main hubs for information on the movement, and all the mods (including Peepsqueak) have done so much to make it work and keep everyone updated and involved, and is the original source of Operation Fanboom.

@woyseason3 is another really great information hub that keeps fans’ posts circulating and on @disneyxd ‘s radar.

@savewoygiftexchange and the mods there are constantly organizing monthly gift exchanges for fans. They’ve done it for four very successful exchanges already, and I hope are able to for months to come. Also, they reblog all the gifts so take a gander through the archives. Here some gifts made for me:

@dontgetusedtoit put together the wonderful #WOYtober prompt list that I had so much fun doing and produced some really amazing works from such talented people. WOYtober was a great event all around, and here are some of my favorite pieces:

And here are still more projects, old and new, complete and ongoing, SaveWOY and just for fun, by other fans throughout Tumblr: @woyvillainleaderboard@woyprompts@thewoychallenge (though currently defunct, I really enjoyed when I was able to contribute to them), @sargentnicole ‘s WOY OC Week that I got half-way through but still want to complete, the #saveWOY Sunday and #season 3 Saturday tags, @zzyzxresorts zine for the crew of WOY, the @galacticbuddies MAP tribute, the @disarmedwander comic, the WOY Ao3 page (ofc), and others.

Fans are pouring their hearts into Wander Over Yonder, a show near and dear to so many of us, and I absolutely and without reservation recommend every fan’s contribution to this fandom. Big or small, complex or simple, art, writing, memes, whatever you post, you are keeping WOY alive. So for anyone reading this: recommend a story, a project, a WOY blog you love, or anyone in this fandom who you think deserves some recognition. Without fans, there wouldn’t be a fandom, and there wouldn’t be #SaveWOY.

Oh, and last but not least: thank you, @crackmccraigen , for creating Wander Over Yonder, and everyone who worked to bring us this wonderful show.

you guys: fabulous work this last week on your tributes to all of the fantastic women of supernatural! *praise emoji*

the theme for week six focuses on everyone’s favorite king of hell, crowley himself. he’s been such a major character the last several seasons and it’s hard to think he may not be back, especially as played by the wonderful mark sheppard. so, speaking of tributes, we hope to see some pretty great ones this week to such a great character. remember, as always, interpretation of the prompt is completely up to you!

if you plan on participating this week:

  • please reblog this post to spread the word
  • make sure to post your creation by july 2nd at 11:59 pm pst
  • remember that you are free to post any kind of creation you want: graphic, gif, edit, fanart, fic, etc.
  • put a link to spn hiatus creations in the caption of your post (if it’s an image post), along with this week’s theme (if you’re posting a fic/ficlet, please put the link and theme at either the beginning or end of your post)
  • make sure to tag your post with #spnhiatuscreations so we can reblog it to the main blog

if you have any questions, feel free to send us an ask. we can’t wait to see the amazing things everyone comes up with this week!

Little Star Son

I wrote a thing for this post, below. It’s fluffy and self-indulgent, but I hope you like it.

For @powerovernothing as tribute to our lovely conversations, as well as for the title Star Son, because that’s absolutely yours! (It’s pretty unedited, so I’m awful sorry for all of the errors but I was excited to finish it and post. Also, this is an AU where Yondu and Meredith knew each other before Peter was born so, yes, there’s Spacelily):

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          It’s a brand, a brand that sticks. There’s no going back.

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          The Terran child, one of Ego’s brats (and the last one to be uprooted from their home by Yondu), had clung to his leg the moment he’d been let up from the makeshift surgery table. They’d been running low on sedative, thus Peter had been awake for much of the last half of his operation. It wasn’t a surprise that, after sobbing for the last twenty minutes or so, Peter immediately twisted himself within Yondu’s long coat. It did take a good minute for Yondu to relax, though, once he felt Peter’s small, shaking hands clutch at his pantleg.

          Had the boy been anyone else, he’d have lost that hand in an instant.

Instead, Yondu indulged him and pulled open his coat to look at the kid concealed there, making eye contact with Peter’s wide, fearful eyes.

“You understand me now, huh kid?” Yondu grunted.

Peter gained enough nerve to nod vigorously, then added, “Yes.”

“That’s ‘yes, sir’ or ‘yes, Captain’, son.” Yondu retorted.

He felt ridiculous standing there, talking to newly acquired cargo in his jacket, but their onboard doctor was busy sterilizing where he’d just performed a hasty operation on Peter and there was no one else around to pay them any mind. If it helped the kid to hide close to Yondu like he was being hunted for sport, then so be it, for now.

Peter’s frightened gaze transformed into one of confusion, then awe, and if Yondu didn’t know any better, there was a good deal of hope sparkling in those big greenish-blue eyes. All the pain that had continued to overwhelm the little boy was still there, but seemed muted in the face of a bigger, more pressing question.

“Are…” Peter’s voice lacked strength. He sounded hoarse and all-too quiet.

          “Whassat? Speak up. I can’ hear ya kid.” Yondu made a show of leaning down and curling a hand around his ear to hear the boy better.

“Are you…” He swallowed, “Are you my Dad?”

          Yondu’s mind went blank.

He slowly pulled the boy from out of his coat and planted the kid in front of him. Peter Quill stood, still shaking like a leaf and now nervous to boot. His head was lowered like expected divine judgement for daring to think he might have family among the stars that would come get him.

          “Mom said that my Dad would come to get me when she was…” It hurt to say it out loud, what became of Meredith Quill. It hurt to even think about when the events were still fresh in Peter’s mind. “She said he was made of light. Called ‘im an… an angel.”  

Yondu snorted. Peter’s father was the farthest thing from an angel.  

          He could connect the dots well enough. The boy was still just that, a boy. He’d become eight standard years of age not long ago, being born right when the leaves on Terran trees changed from green to reds, oranges, and yellows. Following childish logic, Yondu supposed he met enough of the vague description that Meredith had given her son.  

“Yesiree, that I am, Mister Quill.” Yondu replied in a patronizing tone but kept a straight face. He watched as the child’s head whipped up, eyes growing impossibly wider as he looked at Yondu.  

          Peter whispered, breathlessly, hopefully, “Really?”

Yondu was two seconds from laughing in the kid’s face. His dumb, round, adorable and ever-so-hopeful little face…

“Really.” Yondu answered before his brain caught up with his mouth.

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          It wasn’t hard convincing most of the crew that the kid was his. Recruiting a horde of bloodthirsty, hyperactive men to join up in the ranks of Ravager-dom didn’t require much more than a willingness for thievin’, for killin’, and obedience where the Captain was concerned. Average intelligence wasn’t a necessity.

          Of course, there’d been minimal griping since they’d had to make a good few jumps to reach Terra and once the rest of his horde figured out that this was a child that wasn’t cargo.

But, one whistle was all it took to stop the loudest protestors from getting too big for their britches.

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Peter was sat in one of the co-pilot seats, strapped in extra tight while Yondu piloted his own personal M-Ship from out of one of Xandar’s seedier ports.

“Why aren’t I blue?”

The Terran was coming out of his shell, gaining more and more courage the longer he spent time among Ravagers – which had to be around a standard six months at this point. It was hard to be a meek and scared child amid a throng of bawdy crooks, especially around those that liked to try and kick him to the floor and pour cheap alien alcohol on his head as a “joke”. Not that that was much of a problem anymore, after Peter had learned to come straight to the Captain. You had to be downright shameless to try picking on the Captain’s son.

          Thankfully, being timid just wasn’t who Peter was, either.

“Ya take more after yer mama than me, boy.” Yondu replied without hesitation. He was a practiced liar, needed to be in his line of work.

“A lot more.” Peter blurted out. The child’s eyes grew comically wide after he realized what he’d just said, but Yondu only laughed.

                      “Yer right there, son. Don’t know that much about Terran biology – guess the genes and whatnot are pretty dominant from yer mama’s species.”      

Peter frowned, mulling over the new information. He sat back and was silent for long enough to where Yondu assumed that that had been enough questions for the trip back to the Eclector.

“But I’m still yer boy, right?” Peter proved him wrong, leaning as far over the edge of his seat as he could. “For sure?”

          An expert at lying his ass off or not, Yondu figured that Peter didn’t need much in the way of convincing that Yondu was his daddy, not when he was so anxious to believe in it. “Sure as the day is long.”

Peter giggled; for the first time since he’d entered space, Yondu realized. The sound was light, almost musical – familiar too, but Yondu ignored the pang in his heart over making that connection.

          “Mom always said that.” Peter giggled.

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At one point, even those closest to Yondu were begging for a leash to clip around the kid’s waist.

“He’s wearin’ everybody out, Cap’n.” Kraglin all but whined. He, Tullk, and Vorker were lined up on the bridge and Vorker had one arm wrapped around Peter’s knees while the kid swung upside down gleefully. Little shit seemed to think it was a game being ten feet from having his head split open by the metal floor below him.

          Yondu spat. “Ya tellin’ me my men can’t keep up wit’ a Terran brat?”

“It’s not that, it’s jus’ –”

“You all call yerselves Ravagers.” Yondu shook his head in disgust, keeping his harried glances at Peter still dangling precariously to as much of a minimum as possible. “Tch. Sound more like wusses ta me.”

“Take it easy, Cap’n.” Tullk cut in, stepping forward. “It’s not tha’ we cannae keep up with little Peter here, we jus’ thought it’d make sense to make watchin’ him a full time job. He’s always lookin’ for trouble.”

          “Found him in one of the vents this morning, took all day to get him out.” Vorker said. He was a soft-spoken man with a shifty cybernetic eye and a scrawny frame that made him appear fragile for all intents and purposes. He wasn’t.

Kraglin wrung his hands together. “We got more important shit to do than spend all day to get Peter outta the vents, Cap’n. With all due respect.”

“Kraglin’s jus’ mad cus he got stuck tryin’ ta get me out!” Peter finally chimed in. He tried to cross his arms, but all the blood rushing to his head was surely disorientating. “I wasn’t stuck neither! I got out when I wanted ta, without no help.”

          Yondu had had it by the time Kraglin leveled a truly childish glare at Peter and ordered the boy be let down.

“Yer wastin’ my time and yers, boys. If ya’ll can’t hack it and look out fer yer own, might as well throw ya out the airlock for not obeyin’ the Code.”

The captain eyed them all, one by one, as if daring them each to say another word.

Vorker cracked first. “Captain -”

          Yondu whistled, and like a lightning bolt the arrow struck out and headed straight for Vorker’s eye. The good one.

          Tullk, Kraglin, and Vorker (though slightly unsteady) raised their hands simultaneously to concede. It was a smart move, not only for Vorker whom would’ve potentially lost his last organic eye, but for all of them, even Yondu. He wasn’t dense. Peter was a full time job, and this was blatant favoritism. But then the three of them should’ve minded that in the first place and not put their captain up to taking sides.

                      They retreated just as they came, only Kraglin sparing a pitiful look back as if he were hurt, before the bridge was cleared.

“Dad!”

Peter was upright, scampering toward Yondu with a big grin. “Can I try an’ use the arrow too?”

          His demeanor toward Yondu’s weapon of choice had seemingly changed overnight. Yondu could remember the first time he’d aimed his arrow directly at Horuz’s eye in front of Peter, and how he’d nearly lost the damn thing when Peter had snagged not long after that confrontation. It’d been a struggle to get it back from the child, but Peter had been adamant about Yondu, whom he’d been shy about referring to as his father in the earlier days aboard, not killing anybody.

Horuz had been one of the worst, most spiteful pricks toward Peter since he’d been catapulted from cargo to a secure place as Yondu’s spawn – yet Peter hadn’t wanted him to die.

Yondu had managed to wrestle it away from Peter, not by force but by getting down to the child’s level and reasoning with him, of all things. And that’d eventually done the trick, with Peter surrendering the arrow with only minor reluctance.

Now, not long since he’d first come to wreak havoc on their lives, he was damn near foaming at the mouth to try and use it himself.

          “Why?” Yondu asked. “You got someone you need ta ‘take care of’?”

“No, not exactly.” Peter scuffed his toe. “It’s just cool when you make ‘em do what’cha want when you whistle and it just goes –”

          Peter mimed the motion of the arrow zipping through the air and stopped in front of his own face with a whoosh-ing noise.

                      “I see. You just wanna be like yer ol’ man an’ scare everybody shitless.” Yondu chortled.

“Yeah!” Peter cheered back. Lord only knew he was stuck on being like Yondu and not too attentive to the idea of scaring others.

Yondu ruffled Peter’s already tousled hair with a grin of his own. There was no denying the genuine pride that Yondu felt over being thought of as cool by Meredith’s kid, even when Yondu was supposed to stay mad at Peter and particularly if it was inspiring Peter to want the impossible.

He should’ve told the kid as much, quashed his hopes before they got too high.

He didn’t. “You keep practicin’ that whistle o’ yours, son. Maybe we get you a little some’in of yer own when you’re a proper Ravager.”

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In between the heists and hustles that made-up Ravager livelihood, Peter developed a knack for asking as many questions as he could before the day was out. If anything, Yondu believed that all Peter did aside from running up and down the Eclector and tricking Kraglin into the ventilation shafts and sassin’ Horuz and makin’ a mess of the Captain’s quarters with drawings on makeshift sketch paper and driving Yondu to threaten him with cannibalism if he didn’t quit stealin’ those stupid ass stickers and putting them on Yondu’s coattails was ask a million and one questions.

          “Can I have flames and arrows on mah coat?” Peter practically squeaked, trying to grab at the Ravager flames pinned trustily to his breast pocket.

          Most were irritating.

Peter pouted. “Why don’t the rest of the crew got their own beds?”

“Are my teeth gonna look like yours when the baby ones fall out?” Peter gulped.

Some were downright frivolous.

          “Are there movies in space?” Peter rambled.

He pondered aloud. “How come some Xandarians are peachy-colored like Kraglin but others are pink?”

Few were just met with frustration.

          “Am I still yer boy?”

But some were… some questions cut too deep. Sometimes Peter’s questions, innocently spoken, were about as piercingly felt as an arrow into one’s heart.

“Why weren’t you there? When Mom died?”

          The boy fidgeted with his Walkman. He’d come up to sit on the floor next to Yondu after spending the better half of the day scrubbing down the floor of the loading dock. Yondu would never get used to Peter’s incessant need to always find where he was and stick to him after a job was done, regardless of whether Yondu had another task for the kid or not.

          It was like Peter wanted to be around him, without any kind of ulterior motive, or any good, sensible reason at all.

Yondu stopped in his tracks to observe Peter sitting near where he could best look out at the sea of stars around them. He looked oh-so-small just sitting there, waiting for an answer. The tune of ooh-child wasn’t as cranked up as usual, but it was noticeable in the restless silence between them.  

          “Couldn’t be there.” Yondu said finally. “Where yer from there ain’t people like me… like us, Petey. You was lucky not to be born wit’ the worst of yer daddy. ‘Sides, I was away takin’ care of the ship when yer mama got sick.”

“And a Ravager ship ain’t no place for a lady and her baby.” Yondu finished quietly and left it at that.

                      Or he meant to leave it at that. It would be better to let Peter live with the hard, if not slightly altered, truth and learn from it. He genuinely couldn’t have taken care of Meredith and Peter before the woman had fallen ill, he’d been out of the loop shortly after Peter’s birth. The only reason Yondu had gotten to Peter at the right time and place had been attributed to coincidental circumstances too numerous to trace back and perfect timing that paved way for what could only be considered a tragedy.

He meant to leave it at that.

“Come ‘ere, son.”

          There was no one of the bridge but them two, so Yondu sat down in the pilot’s seat and motioned for Peter to come to him. When he was within arm’s reach, Yondu scooped him up and sat Peter on his lap before pulling an unlikely little keepsake from out of his pocket.

It wasn’t a goofy trinket or bobble, or a shiny bit of cheap plastic. It was a picture.

Yondu lifted a polaroid up to the boy’s face. “Here.”

Meredith Quill had always been proud of what Yondu, and any respectable lifeform beyond the middle of nowhere where Terra was located, considered primitive technology. He wouldn’t ever forget her stupid, heavy stereo and its finicky antennae that blared music throughout that dingy country house of hers. Or of what she proudly referred to as the garbage disposal which was apparently ‘top-notch’ and had nearly ground his fingers up a time or two.

Or of what she called a polaroid camera, a flashing, obnoxious device that you clicked so it would spit square images into your hand that took time just to formulate. He’d complained about it being obsolete and useless for the most part, only to surprise Mere one day by jumping out from behind the door and snapping dozens of pictures of her. She’d come from a double shift as a waitress, feet aching, hair frazzled, and bone tired – but she’d laughed and laughed at his uncharacteristic moment of playfulness as if it were the funniest thing in the world.

          “Took this of yer mama before you was born. Nearly made herself sick, laughin’ at your poor daddy.” Yondu said. His explanation did little to lighten the atmosphere, but it didn’t matter in the end. Peter took the picture from Yondu and held it reverently in both hands.

          “Oh.” He looked awed at seeing the image of his mother (happy, healthy, whole) before his gaze turned longing. Small fingers came up to graze at Meredith’s frozen face as Yondu looked on over Peter’s shoulder.

“Hi, Mom.”

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          “It ain’t like you, bein’ so quiet boy.” Yondu said. He sat on his haunches, barely noticing the pain that crept into his leg muscles from having to crouch at such an awkward angle.  

          One of Peter’s hands moved to clutch at the lapel of Yondu’s coat, and the boy twisted and toyed with the cloth absentmindedly. It wasn’t a unique gesture on the child’s part, as Yondu had come to recognize Peter’s odd little quirks and motions that signified what he wanted without him saying as much. The child wouldn’t look him in the eye, but he was communicating a need to be coddled nonetheless.

          It’d been a relatively lazy expedition for the Ravagers. They were technically in the middle of a mission, but it was slow goin’ just getting to where they needed to be, and Yondu had spent most of his time inspecting the ship. He and his little shadow had certainly gotten a good deal of exercise touring the quadrants before Peter had begun to move at a snail’s pace and Yondu was forced to double back and find where his dumb kid was lost at.

“Tired.” Peter mumbled.

His head dipped forward slightly as though it’d grown too heavy to keep upright. He was about to slump into Yondu’s chest haphazardly if Yondu didn’t reach out first and pull him forward.

                      Yondu sighed, already knowing the answer to his own question. “I’m guessin’ you can’t make it to bed on your own two legs?”

Peter, instinctively, wrapped his skinny arms around Yondu’s neck and buried his face in the hollow of Yondu’s shoulder, while Yondu adjusted his grip on the boy and stood up. He grunted, ignoring the pain in his calves as his legs stretched, and then strode off from the hangar bay.

          If any of the rest of the team had something to say about seeing their gruff captain with a small child swaddled in his arms, it went unsaid.

The time it took to reach Captain’s quarters was minimal, and Peter had been jarred enough to break out of his stupor so that Yondu could set him down. Peter fumbled to get his coat off, tugging at the sleeves like a tiger cub until he was finally released. He left his coat on the floor in his pursuit to make it to the bed, trying to crawl up onto the mattress by way of grabbing onto various pelts and ratty quilts as leverage.

Yondu grunted. “Boots, kid.”

He shrugged off his own Ravagers’ coat and tossed it over a low-hanging pipe. Reaching down, he picked Peter’s jacket from off the ground to hang it up with his own without much grumbling. He began to unbuckle a few of the less-than comfortable parts of his uniform and watched out of the corner of his eye as Peter sluggishly pull at his shoes. The kid was practically in a nose-dive while he leaned down to concentrate on how to pry his boots off with the little energy he still had. Yondu couldn’t help but grin, chuckling quietly at the sight; the boy was hopeless.

Not even a sour-faced Kree fanatic could deny that Peter was damn adorable.  

“Here, Petey, I gotcha.”

Yondu moved to help him, fitting large hands over the tongue of one boot and then the other to pull them off effortlessly. He got a face full of wiggly toes within holey socks before Peter scooted back while muttering what sounded like a ‘thank you’, and dove into the bed sheets.

Scrubbing a hand over his face, Yondu walked to the other side of the bed and lay down without ceremony, having shorn off his own boots moments prior, and lie down on his side. The man didn’t have to wait long for Peter to scoot over and all but throw himself into Yondu’s body. He sought out Yondu’s warmth without hesitation, and hooked his hands wherever he could into Yondu’s tunic to keep them warm, or more accurately to make sure he had a good grip in case Yondu began to disappear into thin air while Peter slept.  

          Yondu let the child be, although he couldn’t find it in himself to feel comfortable enough to fall asleep effortlessly. He was exhausted, there was no doubt about that, but privately his mind whirled like a cesspool. Yondu was an awful lot of awful things, but had he been on par with his crew in terms of intelligence, he wouldn’t be able to claim his saving grace of Captain of the Ravagers at all.

           But then, if you asked Stakar and his former friends, there would be little tolerance to even mention Yondu’s name and the title in the same sentence. Especially not now, while Yondu claimed Ego’s son as his own, while Yondu paraded around with the boy tucked close to his side and gave his own crew a hell of a time in accommodating said boy above nearly everything and everyone else.

“Dad?” Peter was barely audible above the thrum of the ship surrounding them.

“Hn?”  

“’m I… still…” Peter yawned softly. “… yer boy?”

          Yondu sighed and stared off at the far wall. He patted the kid’s back vaguely, gently, while the images of Stakar’s disappointed scowl faded away from his mind.

Rather than feel frustrated with that infernal question this time, Yondu felt a deep ache in his chest. It was too difficult to face at times, the desperation and the crave for love that Peter had. What was even more harrowing to think about was how, unlike most, Peter wanted nothing more than to return that love. The kid was soft-hearted and stubborn when it came to making others feel worthwhile, especially those that gave him the time of day. And at the top of Petey’s list, just below the memory of Meredith Quill, was Yondu.

He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve Peter’s trust, his confidence, the pride that Peter bestowed on Yondu like he didn’t have to earn it. He didn’t deserve for Peter to love him like a father.

In his brooding, Yondu imagined Meredith Quill smiling, Meredith with her head thrown back in a laugh, teasing him over his unsuccessful and nigh-on painful attempt at singing one of those fool love songs from her bulky stereo. He saw Peter, tiny and new to the galaxy, begin to whimper in the crook of his arm before Yondu smoothed a thumb over the child’s forehead. Peter, still small, reaching out to point at a particularly bright star beyond the ship window, and looking back at the Centaurian to make sure he saw Peter’s find.

“Course you are, Pete.”

To hell with Stakar, and all the rest of them and their judgement. To hell with what the crew thought, with what was good or should be. He was a goddamn captain: he made the rules around here and the whole goddamn galaxy was gonna live with it.

“You sure?” Peter asked.

          Yondu looked down. Peter stared at him from the crook of the man’s arm, face squished together in an exaggerated pout and eyes barely able to stay open, just to hear what he wanted to hear.

          “Sure as the day is long, kiddo.” Yondu replied dutifully.

Peter smiled sleepily. “M’kay… Night… Night, Dad…”

          Yondu reached up to card his fingers through Peter’s hair, thumb smoothing over his forehead like he’d done when Peter was just a babe.

“Night, son.” Yondu said, to a little boy whom was already fast asleep.

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          You go home to your mother and father and grow up to be strong and straight. And, Joey… take care of them, both of them.

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Hello everyone! Well, now it’s August, and with One Last Snow White Meme Ending (don’t worry you can still participate, we’re tracking the tags!), it’s time to release the schedule for One Last Snowing Meme. Again, it will be similar to the two previous events, but just more catered to Snowing. Just a reminder that just because it is titled “one last” does not mean we will never host any appreciation memes for them again. It is just a tribute since both Ginny & Josh are leaving Once Upon a Time. You can start and finish this meme whenever you’d like, we’ll still reblog everything as long as you tag it with #olsm. Once this event is over, we’ll still be tracking all the tags; #olpcm, #olswm, #olsm. So don’t worry if you only participate in September or something! If you’re interested in completing the Prince Charming version, you can find the information here (again you can ignore the dates and post whenever you’d like; we’ll still reblog everything). The same goes for the Snow White version, here is the information. Have fun with our favourite true love couple! Please also keep in mind that each of these memes are inspired by fyesthesavior’s “ESAM”, an appreciation tribute to Emma Swan you should definitely check out.

For Snowing, we will begin on Sunday, August 13, but feel free to start whenever you’d like.

  • Favourite Season - Sunday August 13
  • Favourite Saving Each Other Moment(s) - Monday August 14
  • Favourite Season One Episode - Tuesday August 15
  • Favourite Quote(s) - Wednesday August 16
  • Favourite Season Two Episode - Thursday August 17
  • Favourite Kiss(es) - Friday August 18
  • Favourite Season Three Episode - Saturday August 19
  • Favourite Parenting Moment(s) - Sunday August 20
  • Favourite Disney Reference - Monday August 21
  • Favourite Season Four Episode - Tuesday August 22
  • Favourite Finding Each Other Moment(s) - Wednesday August 23
  • Favourite Hug(s) - Thursday August 24
  • Favourite Season Five Episode(s) - Friday August 25
  • Favourite Cursed!Snowing (Mary Margaret/David Nolan, Evil!Snowing, Singing!Snowing, Sleeping Curse, Shattered Sight, etc.) - Saturday August 26
  • Favourite Season Six Episode(s) - Sunday August 27
  • Favourite Act(s) of True Love - Monday August 28
  • Favourite Realm - Tuesday August 29
  • Free Choice - Wednesday August 30

Thank you for participating in these three events, we promise to have something new for them soon in the next couple of months! The next events will probably be something related more towards Josh & Ginny, since now they are branching out from OUAT (and so is this blog, for the matter). 

PEKKA-ERIC Auvinen sat among the chaos he had caused at Jokela High School, pressed a .22 calibre pistol against his skull and pulled the trigger. He had done what he had come to do.

He had killed seven students and a teacher in the small town of Tuusula, in southern Finland. The killing spree came just hours after he posted a final video on YouTube, the last chapter in a grim catalogue that foreshadowed his deadly intent.

The 18-year-old student, who was fascinated by Nazi and Stalinist ideologies, saw it as his job to rid the human race of “failures of natural selection”.

In recent weeks Auvinen posted several blogs and videos on the internet. He called them the “Manifesto of a Natural Selector”. The blonde haired teenager railed against society, said he no longer wants to be a part of it and predicted killing people.

“I cannot say that I am of the same race as this miserable, arrogant and selfish human race. No! I have evolved a step higher”, he wrote on one blog.

Auvinen set up a YouTube account under the name of Sturmgeist89 and described himself as an 18-year old Finnish man “who is ready to die for his cause.”

He uploaded a selection of scenes from Schindler’s List in which Jews are tortured and killed, a tribute to Columbine killers Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold and a post glorifying the last days of the Twin Towers. American serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer and a tribute to the Unabomber were also among Sturmgeist89’s collection of macabre tributes.

It wasn’t long before Auvinen moved on from his heros and began to post videos of himself.

In a video called “Me and my gun, Catherine (.22 LR semi-automatic Sig Sauer Mosquito). I love her! :)“ Auvinen aimed the weapon directly at the camera. And just days ago he uploaded a film of himself using apples for target practice in a forest.

Auvinen’s friends say the teenager began to draw pictures involving guns and he seemed disturbed. But when they asked about his strange behaviour, the gunman said he was joking.

Online, though, Auvinen left little doubt of his intentions.

Weearing a shirt proclaiming "Humanity is overrated”, Auvinen told the world of his plan to murder those he saw as “unfit, disgraces of human race”.

Sturmgeist89’s last YouTube post entitled Jokela High School Massacre - 11/7/2007shows a still photo of a low building that appears to be Jokela High School.

The photo breaks apart to reveal a red-tinted picture of a man pointing a handgun at the camera.

Only hours after he last edited this last post Auvinen systematically prowled the hallways of Jokela High School targeting his victims.

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Last night Notre Dame de Paris opened again with its premiere in Paris! I’ve loved this musical ever since I discovered it five years ago, and I can’t express how excited I am about the new production! Here’s a small tribute in honor of the day.