this little family though :')

Harry Naming His Children

I just can’t stop thinking about James and Sirius and Remus in the afterlife, watching over Harry. And when he has his first child, James and Sirius are ecstatic that Harry chooses to name him after them. And Remus smiles benevolently and doesn’t say anything of course, but maybe feels just a tad left out. Sirius can tell and he pats him on the shoulder, saying, “Next time! You’ll see!” 

And then next time arrives and what does Harry choose? Albus Severus. And Remus understands, and he’s really not upset. But Sirius is. Sirius just cannot believe that Harry would choose to name his son after Snivellus, the man who had made his godson’s and his own life miserable (so what if he loved Lily), before he honored Remus. Remus, who had been a mentor and friend to Harry. Remus, who had named Harry godfather of his own child. Remus, who was one of the best men Sirius had ever known despite having a childhood that was probably much shittier than Snape’s. Remus, who deserved to be honored by Harry every bit as much as Sirius did, and certainly a thousand times more than Snape.

And for the first time in his life, Sirius is truly disappointed in his godson. And he can’t even let Harry know. And he just has to live with this awful feeling for years and years, and nothing Remus says can make it any better.

Until one day Sirius notices something. He notices how there are always four kids at the Potter house. He’d always thought it was just Harry being nice because Andromeda was getting pretty old by now, but once he starts paying attention, he notices how every time Harry talks about “his kids,” that includes Teddy Lupin. How Teddy is in all of the Potter family portraits. How James, Al, and Lily refer to Teddy as their older brother. 

And one day Sirius is watching as Teddy risks himself to save Albus from falling off his broom, and then proceeds to fuss over Al without once worrying about himself. And Harry runs over in a panic, and goes immediately to Teddy, who took most of the damage, checks that he’s basically alright, looks at him with tears in his eyes, and says “Teddy Remus Lupin, thank you. Thank you for saving Al. You are so much like your father.” And then he hugs him tightly and doesn’t let go for the longest time .

And Sirius’s anger evaporates just like that, and he looks over and sees that Remus has been watching too and now they are both silently crying as they watch Harry, their Harry, take care of two of his sons.

And it’s suddenly so obvious why Harry didn’t name his youngest son after Remus: because that was already the name of his oldest.

alright don’t get me wrong, melissa killed it in the musical episode and the superfriends were really cute but also what if alex got stuck in music meister’s alternate universe instead of kara? 

  • because let’s be real, alex is probably the one who introduced the wizard of oz to kara so her knowledge of movie musicals is pretty widespread
  • anyways she gets to this universe and meets barry for the first time and is totally 100% ready to deck him in his dopey smiling face 
  • (“barry allen? as in the barry allen who brought my little sister to an alternate universe to fight deadly aliens because your little vigilante task force wasn’t strong enough?? even though her family is literally trained in fighting and taking down aliens? that barry allen?” “i now see that was a mistake.”)
  • and alex begrudgingly forgiving and agreeing to work together with barry because she has to get home to her family somehow
  • and barry understanding why kara literally talks about alex all the time, like alex hung the moon or something, because even without powers alex is probably the strongest and most driven person he’s ever met, accepting the mission and diving in headfirst, doing whatever she needs to do to get home. 
  • (alex mostly just wonders how this universe has a pretty accurate replica of kara’s dorky, loving personality in the body of the fastest man alive. she definitely doesn’t take comfort in the similarities between the two. nope, not at all)
  • ((okay, a little bit. but only because there’s something in barry’s smile that just reminds her of kara, of home))
  • also, barry and alex fighting over which movie was better, singing in the rain, or the wizard of oz. they finally come to a consensus, saying that the sound of music probably tops both. 
  • also, barry completely surprised at how pretty alex’s singing voice is, because lbr chyler’s voice could probably summon angels
  • and at the end, when both alex and barry get shot, which honestly, i don’t think would’ve happened because alex is probably has more awareness of bullets and the danger of shootouts than both barry and kara combined, let’s be real
  • and then cisco vibing iris and kara to the alternate universe 
  • kara would most definitely be there because alex, despite the healing she has gone through over the course of the show, still has a very broken, very damaged heart, what with all of that happened with her father, and she’s probably still having nightmares about the white martian mind meld and the myriad mind control, where she turned on the people she loves
  • plus all of the inner turmoil in her head with her coming out and also trying to balance work, family, and a completely new relationship
  • alex is damaged goods, but kara’s undying love for alex would definitely remedy that
  • (and let’s be real, the love goes both ways, what with kara feeling lonely and like she’s losing her sister, her anchor to reality, so alex totally could’ve saved kara in canon, showing that she’ll always be there for kara and is never letting her go.) 
  • anyways, iris and kara are vibed into the alternate universe and barry and iris have their epic true love’s kiss 
  • kara kneeling next to alex, tears streaming down her face, because alex totally couldn’t be dying, alex was the one to save the rest of the superfam. alex was, is, their rock, and alex couldn’t die on her, not like this. 
  • and alex smiling through bloody teeth and “what i wouldn’t give for one of the deo’s bulletproof dresses right about now,” and kara laughs and grips alex’s hand and presses a kiss to alex’s forehead
  • and then they’re back in star labs and alex is alive, alive, alive
  • and kara pulls alex into a rib-bruising hug and j'onn joins in and then they all go home
  • home, to their earth
  • home, to national city
  • home, to kara’s apartment, where winn and james and maggie are waiting with pizza and potstickers and cookie dough ice cream
  • and alex and kara snuggle up on the couch together, surrounded by their friends, their family, and feel so, so loved

lickupmycakespills  asked:

OH MY GOODNESS WHAT AN ADORABLE TURRET FAMILY!! WE MUST SEE TEH WEDDING

absolutely!! :O

and then they lived happily ever after. or as happily ever after as aperture can get, anyway.

Missouri

I want to start out saying that I’m open to people pointing out different opinions and educating me on their stance as well as their experiences. Also, I’m not telling anyone how they should react emotionally to Missouri’s death. These are just my thoughts on why I didn’t get upset about Missouri’s death or log it under “yet another woman and POC getting the shaft treatment on SPN.”

When we get so reactionary (for good reason, considering the history of this show), we fail to analyze what’s really bad about it and reduce it to an issue we can’t talk about, just be angry about. I do not fit Missouri’s death into SPNs usual offenses.

For one and most paramount, she didn’t die to further man-pain. Her death had nothing to do with adding to Dean (and definitely not Sam’s) guilt or story arch. Yes, Dean reacted with guilt, but the story wasn’t about that. This story was about Patience. Patience lost a mentor (albeit absent) and a grandmother. This was all about telling the story of a young black woman and setting her up for emotional development and personal discovery. They spent time on this and crafted it well. In many coming of age narratives, this is the role parents and elders play. They teach the protagonist something and then the loss of them spurs the story forward. Their memory is a driving force in the protagonist’s journey. This death set the stage for a show about women! Missouri’s death was not pointless! It was pivotal. Beautifully, for once, this wasn’t about making Dean and Sam feel like shit. This was about making another character feel like shit.

Next, she went out like a badass. This woman was protecting her family. That is the highest good in SPN. No one’s going to convince me that Missouri didn’t stay behind to buy her family a little more time, even though it cost her her life. She stood up to death, didn’t give into fear, and died for the noblest of causes. Also, she had a kickass final line.

(x)

Now the off-screen death. People were upset about this and saw it as dismissive. I saw it as respectful. Quite frankly, the last thing we need right now is seeing the brutal murder of a black woman. We saw the moments leading up to her death, knew just how it was going to happen, and were spared the pain-porn. This felt like an artistic choice and a good one. When you brutalize women on screen (or worse, do it off screen and then come back to the mangled, stabbed, burned body just to get the guy’s pained reaction) it smacks of the woman as object and not as character. This scene didn’t do that. It remained about Missouri’s sacrifice and her bravery.

So while I think we always need to be critical of shows that we love, we need to be critical of falling into a place where we believe every single female death shouldn’t have happened. Yes, there needs to be more representation on the show and yes, it was sad to lose Missouri (and I suspect she’ll be around in some capacity with Patience). But her death was not one of the bad ones.

for those who dont follow ts on snapchat:

- he is okay

- the family dog got a little scared by the noises though

- heaps of branches came down and like two trees (but the yards are pretty big so the house is fine)

- his car, pongo, is A-Okay

- he didnt even lose power

- he’s currently helping his dad clean up the yard

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Partially Milo Archives? Bottom pic is from Oct 25th, 2016, when I was at the airport waiting to go back to Canada.

Lisa and Lance were supposed to appear in Murphy’s Lard, in Zack’s flashback, but it made no sense putting three underaged kids in a boat with no adult supervision, so their designs were archived. Don’t think they will ever exist on screen now (I was given permission by Dan to post these) but I think they are the cutest 6 year olds ever. IT was nice getting a character who was the oldest in his family… I feel for ya, Zack… Hardcore…

So now these two only exist in my little world of Milo :D  Zack is still the oldest in his family canonically but dunno if we will ever see little siblings. Though that’s nice, since it gives the audience something to create themselves ;D I will have more on these sweeties at a later date, but for now have these doodles :D *rushes back to work*

1st day at Japan Expo, and it was mostly shopping as you can see xDD

I saw some show with traditional music, participate to some quizz game during my lunch, and went to a concert with Jpop singers interpreting famous openings and we had Hq!! and YOI, Kimi no na wa, and Snk and it was so good to hear the whole audience singing together =v= (yoi opening was a magical moment<333)

Anyway, it was too hot, I almost died when I came back (I forget each time the torture of the transport////) =v= 

Tomorrow, let’s try to assist to the masterclass of Kubo & Yamamoto, hey hey oh! ^0^)/

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empty cup family with actual little brother magnus chase though

- asks “are we there yet” seven hundred times when going anywhere. no magnus, blitzen says, we’re not there yet, and we won’t get there if i throw you in the river. 

- will take any and all opportunities to ‘borrow’ hearth’s jacket. it is too big for him. he does not care.

- at any point in the meal it is fair game to ask “are you still eating that?”. it drives samirah up the wall. just order more, she says. (”but yours is right there!”)

- alex paints his nails. he complains but doesn’t mind as long as she lets him pick the colour. 

Traditional

Summary: Sirius is not traditional. In fact, he does things purposely to annoy his parents and veer as far from the views as possible. And his life gets even more non-traditional as he meets you. 

Warnings: Angst, and loads of fluff

Originally posted by imaginesforcharacters

Sirius Black was not traditional. Being brought up in the Black family he tried his best to stray from the traditionalist values his parents tried to force upon him. He did this at first by not being placed in Slytherin, then in his friend choices and his behavior as well. Now, however, he showed his absolute hatred for tradition by falling in love with you.

Of course, when he first started to fancy you, he didn’t think to do it to show his rebellion for the age-old values his parents worshiped. It was your smile, your eagerness to help everyone, your courage, frankly, it was your ability to be a kind, gentle individual as well as a total badass that made him fall for you. Your stubbornness to become an animagus, when you found out about Moony made Sirius respect you. Also, your blatant disregard for his flirtations made him fall deeper in love. What made him admit to himself that you were it for him, was seeing you one day in his dorm room, during your fourth year. 

It was the day after the full moon, Moony was particularly more violent during this cycle. But he wasn’t the only one that came back with battered and bruised. Sirius tried his best not to show the deep gash on his side to Remus, knowing he would immediately feel guilty and forbid you all from joining him at the next full moon. Sirius went to bed instantly as he came into the dorm, not even bothering to fix the wound. He woke up to the sound of sniffles and a stinging feeling. When he opened his eyes, he was met with the sight of a very red- eyed you, pouring something into his wound to clean it, all the while wiping the occasional tear that poured out of your eyes. “Love wha-” he tried to speak but you covered his mouth with your free hand.

“Quiet Sirius, I don’t want Remus to hear us,” you whispered. Once you were done with the initial cleaning you pulled out a brown bottle and looked up at him with guilty eyes. “This will sting a bit,” you whispered yet again and took his hand placing it on your shoulder. “When you feel pain, I want you to squeeze. Understand?” you instructed. Sirius who was mesmerized by how close you were to him managed a nod. When you poured the liquid on his wound, he tried his best not to leave a bruise on your shoulder. Noticing that he was ready to scream in pain, you distracted him by saying all the things you liked about him, praising him for things he didn’t think others noticed about him. In turn he focused on you. On how a strand of your hair always seemed to fall away from the rest, how focused your eyes were, how you bit your lips in concentration and how your hands worked with precision. Once you were done, you gave him a kiss on the cheek for being such a wonderful patient and left the dorm. That was when for the first time Sirius said aloud, “I love you”, though you didn’t hear him that day, he acknowledged to himself that you had stolen his heart for good.

It took Sirius a good two months to tell you those three words, and then convince you that you weren’t a fling to him. And after a year of dating, you brought him home with you to celebrate Christmas with you family. Even though he was a little nervous, and shy at first since your parents were muggles and he’s never really been around muggles that much, what with being raised in the Black family and all, but he warmed up quickly to your family. Your father and he bonded over their shared love for motorcycles, and he would listen to your mother while she talked his ear off about astronomy. Once the holiday’s ended it was safe to say that in your parent’s eyes Sirius was already part of the family.

Another year passed, and Sirius started to get more serious about everything, especially you. He didn’t think that he would be one to settle down but that changed the moment you came into his life. He didn’t know what was possessed him to do it, maybe it was the rumors of an impending war in the wizarding world, or maybe it was him coming of age, but after months of saving up for it he bought you a simple ring which he knew you would love. He had also visited your family without you knowing to ask for their blessing, but before popping the question he wanted to introduce you to his family. At first, he didn’t want to introduce you to them, not because he was embarrassed by you, hell if he could he would buy a megaphone and travel around the world, screaming that the most beautiful woman in the world was his, but he was weary of his parents. They kept pestering him about finding the perfect pureblood girl for him to date, saying that once that girl comes into his life, he’ll be all straightened out. He knew the minute his parents found out that you were muggle- born they would treat you badly or even try to hurt you. He couldn’t let that happen, you were his queen, and he wanted no one and nothing to ever hurt you.

“Pads, honey, are you sure about this?” you ask nervously twirling the sleeve of your blouse. You were dressed in a vintage white long sleeved blouse which was neatly tucked into a red pencil skirt that hugged your figure in a proper, yet appealing to Sirius eyes, way. He smiled at your adorable nervous tick and took your hands in his.

“I am positive love. Regulus brought his girlfriend, who he started to date only two months ago home last week. They keep criticizing me about not finding someone, they say that if I was in Slytherin I would have surely found a girl by now. They’ve been trying really hard to set me up with other pure-bloods, they think that once a pureblood girl comes into my life, I’ll be happy, and ‘all-straightened out’. I need them to see that I am with you, a beautiful muggle- born Gryffindor who keeps me happy, pushes me to be the best version of myself, and is the most intelligent woman I know,” you smile at his words and take a breath in to calm yourself. “Did I mention the fact that you are stunning?” he whispers into your ear as he opens the door to 12 Grimmauld Place.

You giggle whispering, “Oh, you’ve mentioned that only a couple hundred times.”

You both take in another deep breath before entering the house, hand in hand. Even though the house was exquisite, thoroughly clean and well lit, there was something dark and brooding about the place. You felt the hatred and darkness seeping from the house when you first stood at its door steps but now walking through you feel the hatred growing and somehow you feel that it’s all being directed towards you.

Though Sirius did inform them of your visit, his family decided to start dinner without you. A pang of hurt resonated through your body, not because you were hurt by their behavior rather you knew how upset Sirius is getting because of it. Looking around as you took your seat next to Sirius you notice Regulus, who gave you a slight nod to acknowledge your presence.

When Regulus was a first year he got bullied by the upper-class Slytherins a lot. The bullying went on for two more years and got physical. He turned to his cousins for help, but being too afraid that they would become the targets, they did nothing. Of course, no one mentioned anything to Sirius, because they knew that even though he was in Gryffindor and was the bad sheep of the family Sirius loved his brother, and would do anything to protect him. It was you who ended up saving Regulus from his tormentors for good. You were running late one morning, deciding to take a shortcut to transfiguration when you saw the altercation happen between Regulus and his bullies. Outraged you hexed two of them, knocking them out cold and then you single handily beat up the other one, giving them a warning that if they were to ever hurt Regulus again you wouldn’t go so easy on them. Ever since then, he had been kind towards you, helping you out secretly with anything you seemed to struggle with, and giving you presents for special occasions.

Much to your displeasure Bellatrix and Narcissa, your two archenemies, were at the dinner table too. At school, after Sirius and you started to date you tried to be nice to the two horrid sisters under the pretense that they were his family. However, Sirius was quick to reprimand the behavior, chuckling encouraging you to give them hell.

Finally, your eyes fell to the head of the table where his father and mother sat. Both gave you tight-lipped smiles as you sat down. You knew better than to think that their smiles were genuine, but you returned the gesture all the same. Sirius scooted closer to you, taking your hand once again and interlocking his fingers with yours, he clears his throat. “Right, as you may all have guessed, this is my wonderful girlfriend, (Y/F/N, Y/L/N),” he said, sounding rather confident.

There was a long pin-drop silence, which was broken by his father wrinkling his nose and saying, “(Y/L/N), that’s not a name I’m familiar with.” He squints at you as if assessing your features to match them to any pureblood he may have met before.

“Well father,” Sirius starts the confidence in his voice starts to fade, “that’s because her father and mother are muggles.” An over exaggerated gasp escaped his mother’s lips and you knew all hell was just about to break loose.

“SIRIUS ORION BLACK!” His mother shrieked. “You let filth like that walk into my home?!?! Do you know how much work it is going to take to cleanse this house now?” Sirius clenched his fists under the table, you knew he was about to say something rude to his mother so you placed you hand over his fist to calm him down. When his eyes meet yours, you simply smile at him. Narcissa and Bellatrix smirked at the scene unfolding before them, whereas Regulus looked very uncomfortable. “We scolded you for not being sorted into Slytherin,” she started again “We yelled at you for your pathetic friend choices, and for your troublemaking behavior. However, we still gave you a place in this family, but this is something we can nor will tolerate. Why can’t you be with Bella or Sissy, they are gorgeous compared to this thing you brought home. They’re more fit to be your partner. Now, you can break things off with this filthy mud-blood or leave your family.”

After that his mother just stared you down, you didn’t back off either staring at her with the same intensity she looked at you. If Walburga expected you to cower in fear or shed a tear at her words she was going to have to try harder. Sirius, on the other hand, lost it at ‘mud-blood’, he stood up so fast that he nearly knocked the table over. “This is no family. A family is supposed to make you feel wanted, make you feel protected, and happy. A family is supposed to help you through your troubles, and respect you. I have only felt like part of a family when I’m around my friends. And this woman that you called filth is ten times more a woman than you’ll ever be. She is kind, smart, loyal and beautiful. She treats her enemies as her friends. Don’t believe me as Regulus. When he was teased by upper classmen who were Slytherin pure bloods, mind you, the girls you called fit for me timidly stood back and watched too scared to stand up. It was (Y/N/N) who punched out the men and saved Regulus from the physical torture. I didn’t come here to get your blessing or for you to approve of her. She is my life, and I’d rather leave this family than leave her.” Your eyes widened at his bold statement, and before you could calm things down by trying to intervene, his father stood up and slapped Sirius across the cheek. You were too stunned to react for a couple of moments. After the initial shock, you were filled with anger, you wanted to stun him right then and there but held back giving him the only bit of respect you had left for him.

“Stop this nonsense this instant Sirius. I will not have you talking to my wife and nieces like that. As your mother stated, you are to break things off with her. I do not care how big of a fuss you make, so long as you are under my roof you will follow my rules. Now get out or I will throw you out myself,” he screamed the latter portion of the scolding aimed at you. Sirius took your hand, looked around at everyone else and said, “Well then this is goodbye.” His mother tried to protest but Sirius had already yanked you past the door. Once outside he took you by the waist, pressing you close to him he whispers, “This may make you feel a bit woozy.” He apparated you with him to James’ house.

James and his parents were very generous, you explained what happened with Sirius’s house Mr. and Mrs. Potter sent an owl to your parents informing them that you would be staying with them for the rest of the summer. You tried to decline the offer but they had already apparated to your house, packed your things with your parents and came back. Once you were settled in the room you decided to make tea for Sirius, who hadn’t uttered a word since you two apparated. You tried to be as silent as possible as the Potters had already gone to bed, humming to yourself you wait for the water to boil.

As you pour the warm water into cups you feel a pair of strong arms snake around yours. You smile as Sirius moves your hair to the side and kisses the crook of your neck. “Feeling better Pads?” you ask as you hand him the tea. He doesn’t respond but extends his hand to you, shooting him a curious look you take his hand and he leads you outside. It was a warm night and the view of the stars was simply breathtaking.

“I’m sorry love. I’m so sorry. I wanted them to see that you’re the wonderful person you are. I thought maybe they would have accepted you. I am an idiot. I shouldn’t have done that,” he rambled, letting go of your hand and looking away. You could tell that these thoughts had been brewing in his mind ever since he left his house. You knew him well enough to know even the thought of you being hurt made him cringe in pain. Looking at him you saw that your boyfriend was about to break, and you cupped his cheeks forcing him to meet your eyes.

“Sweetie, I wouldn’t have agreed to go if I didn’t expect this of them. I promise you, I am fine. Your parents must try a lot harder than that to get to me. I just worry about you. I can’t believe that you dealt with all that for this long,” you gently spoke, “Why didn’t you tell me about all this? It pains to think that all these years that was what you dealt with. You are so strong for holding on this long, my love. I promise to make sure that they never hurt you, ever again. I promise to love you for as long as I live, and show you how a real family is supposed to treat you.” That was all it took for the floodgates to open, Sirius sobbed into your neck and you put your arms around him, running your hands through his hair, letting him cry out every bit of tear he held back till now. He hugged you tight as well as if he was afraid you were a figment of his imagination.

It took a couple of minutes, but Sirius finally calmed down. He mumbled something as he let you go, having not heard him you ask, “What was that love?”

“Marry me.”

You looked at him bewildered but also extremely happy. “God love, I planned out a big grand way to ask you. I was going to shower you red tulips, and chocolate. I wanted to give you the royal treatment, asking you to marry me in a way that would have people talking for decades to come,” he rambled on worried he was screwing up the best thing that ever happened to him.

“Sirius, just ask me,” you smiled.

Your encouragement gave him all his confidence back, he propped down on one knee and pulled out the small velvet box he kept in his pocket ever since he bought it. “(Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), I have only known you for 7 years, but I feel like I have known you all my life. You changed my life for the better the moment you set foot into it. You push me to the best that I can be, and stop me from doing stupid things. You are a strong, beautiful, loyal, intelligent, and oh so much more. I love you more than words could ever explain. We have had our fair share of ups and downs, yet we emerged stronger and even more in love at the end. When I look at you I see my future, a bright and heavenly future. I promise to wake you up every day with a kiss. I promise to drown you with presents, and massages when you are pregnant with our children. I promise to do all the heavy-duty work once you give birth to our babies. I promise to love, provide and protect you and our future children with all I’ve got. Will you please, please make me the happiest, luckiest bloke on the planet and be my wife?”

You were in tears half- way through his proclamation of love. “This is such a stupid question,” you cry kneeling down to his eye level, “Of course I will marry you, Sirius.” If it were even possible the smile on his face got wider, and he leaned down taking your lips with his, in the most passionate kiss you two had ever shared.

“Wait till my parents find out, they’re going to be so happy,” you chuckled pushing your forehead to his.

Sirius wiped away the happy tears from your eyes, “Who says they didn’t know about this?” When you gave him a puzzled look he continues to say, “You didn’t think I would ask to marry you, without asking for your parents for your hand did you?”

“How did I get so lucky?” You responded.

“No love I’m the lucky one,” he stated kissing you once more. “It’s been a long day, let’s go to bed. I’m sure everyone will want to know the great news tomorrow.” With that, he leads you to your shared room, where you went to sleep as quite possibly the happiest woman on the planted wrapped in the arms of the love of your life.

From the Heart

“Dad? Can you tell me about mom?”

Seven words. Seven words was all it took for his heart to sink from his chest down to the pits of his stomach. In the three years they had been reunited, one subject was scarcely expanded on. The one topic they knew hit the heartstrings of both Kirollis and Soriya, even if in vastly different ways.

For him, speaking of his one true love, the situation that left him a shell. The one thing he never truly got over, nor would he ever. Nelah had embedded herself in him, even long after her passing. Everything he did was for her memory; Every person that he helped, the compassion he showed, even the jokes he spewed were for her. The lessons that she taught him shined on in a way that none but him could truly understand. The very reason he was still walking the earth was the only reason that still made sense; for her, and now? For both of them.

And for Soriya, the shadow of a mother she never had. Who had been such a beacon of light only ever fondly mentioned by her father. This colossal, larger than life figure that had been the center of his universe long before she had joined the fold. She often wondered just who she was, and ached to know more about her, about where she came from. The only thing preventing this was the hesitance to rip open old wounds.

Everything seemed to fade away after that one brief question. Memories stirred as the rogue considered what he could say to do her justice. How he could frame it so Soriya saw her mother as he did. And for once, Kirollis was scared of all the words he wanted to say, scared to screw up this perfect picture that he had locked away in the deepest, rawest, parts of his mind.

“You don’t have to.” Soriya chirped quietly with a subtle shake of her head. Empathy something of a learned trait from her time spent as a Mistweaver of the Jade disciples. She felt the meteor that had just struck his entire world, and while she wouldn’t shy away from her question, she could at least afford him the opportunity to do it on his own terms.

How could he deny Soriya the answers she sought? She had just as much a right to her mother’s memory as he did. With a drawn breath he would shake his head slowly, “I do. I shouldn’t have kept it to myself for so long…” The words shook out of him as he affirmed.

“It’s okay dad, I understand.” The young monk spoke with the air of wisdom and maturity that far dated her age. She didn’t just understand, she felt it all, the anger that still dwelled deep within his heart. The pain that seemed coupled with just the mention of her name. Even more visibly the way his whimsical nature seemed to regress entirely and vulnerability finally breaching Kirollis’ ironclad facade. She had never seen him like this other than the few times this same topic had come up in the past.

He sat for a long moment on the couch they shared, letting his arms rest on his thighs as he leaned over with his head hung down. And in turn, Soriya clutched a balled hand over her heart reaching the other onto Kirollis’ shoulder. A simple gesture, one of comfort and warmth, but most of all understanding.

“Where do I even start?” He asked without any hopes of an answer. Looking back up to his daughter as viridian eyes met sea green. “She loved you more than anything.” The perfect prefix to such a conversation. “I remember the day you were born. I was all over the place, scrambling to try and do anything I could- which wasn’t a whole lot. But your mother? She was calm, collected, squeezed the hell out of my hand. Watching her hold you was the happiest moment in my life.” He confessed with a sad, faint smile as if he were watching it all over again. “I remember that look, the very same one I gave her the day we met. It was so simple, yet so powerful, just… that look like you’re their everything.” With a hard gulp he would add, “She didn’t even want to give you up when it was my turn to hold you.”

Soriya smiled softly at his retelling. Never having received the story of her birth, like she always assumed other children got growing up. It never bothered her before, but with the well of information from someone who lived it? The threads of curiosity continued to pull under the weight of all the questions left unasked from her childhood. She nodded politely, letting her father continue at his own pace without any fear of being pushed.

“We kind of grew up together, your mother and I. Everything your grandparents taught me, what they made me… it was nothing when I was around her. She taught me how to love other people and even myself, what happiness was, it was like all the crap I faced as a kid just faded away whenever I could make her laugh. Like everything was going to be okay.” Though there was a long pause as the string of memories turned darker. It wasn’t until he said it out loud that he realized how things turned out. A far cry from what he had hoped for, and even further from ‘okay’.

Once he collected himself and wiped the tears that threatened to roll down his cheek, he continued, “I always thought that one of the reasons they decided to take her away from m-…” A pause followed as he looked over Soriya with an apologetic expression, “Us. Was because they were jealous. Love like we had, it was the stuff they write about in novels. That once in a lifetime if you’re lucky -that some people only dream of, and we had it. Our family, out of all of them… I don’t think any of them ever experienced that. Maybe things would have turned out differently for all of us if they had.”

With a squeeze to his shoulder, Soriya would lightly interject. “But what about her?” A question she both desperately wanted an answer for, as she tried to steer him away from drowning in his own despair.

It dawned on him all at once. Everytime she had been brought up the happy memories were there, but they always came out as a tragedy that was waiting to happen. That he never explained why she meant so much to him. It wasn’t over their situation, or their trials and tribulations. No, she believed in him, she pushed him to be a better person. Just as Soriya was doing now by shining light in the dark areas, with the unspoken promise to face them with him.

“You’re a lot like her.” He admitted not just to his daughter, but to himself. “The way you can cast out the bad and see the good. The smile, the laugh, the way you look at the world? It’s all the same. She’s been with you this whole time. Maybe not the way we would have liked but… she left her stamp on you just like she left her stamp on me. It’s just who she was.” His features brightened some as he wiped away another set of tears. It was a moment of pride to see how well Soriya had grown, even without either parent to guide her. That she became this perfect picture of the type of person Nelah would be proud of. The type of person that she would have raised her to be.

Soriya smiled at the compliment. It was likely the highest honor coming from him, to be a semblance of her late mother and all the wonderful things she had heard about her. It was something she tried very hard to be, a beacon in the night guiding lost souls home. To touch others lives so profoundly, only to appear as an effortless endeavor. “I think she would be proud of you, too.”

Kirollis tried to laugh, but it came out as a scoff. The smile he wore brighter than a thousand suns, as if that were the nicest thing anyone had ever told him. “I hope so.” He mused aloud in a softer tone.

Scooting close to him, Soriya would wrap both arms around his shoulders in a tight hug. One Kirollis was eager to return as he felt a few droplets run down his cheek freely, and for once, letting them stay much like the scars he proudly wore.

“I think she’s watching over both of us.” Kirollis managed to chalk out in a raspy tone followed by a sniffle.

“I think she always has been.” Soriya added before pulling away. “I think I’ve heard enough for today. If we keep going the water works will start for me too.” She added with a smile.

Kirollis could only return the look in one of those rare moments he had nothing left to say except, “I love you, kiddo.”

“I love you too, pop.”

You ever imagine people of the WB crew picking up on Ace’s low self-esteem.  Like, they notice the way he holds their lives over his.  How when he talks about Luffy it’s all good things but he never really say anything about himself. Notice little things like the way when Ace catches his own reflection a lot of times there is just this dissatisfaction, he scowls and bushes his hands through his hair and looks away.

You ever imagine how the people on the crew Ace is closest to are quick act on it.

“You’re hair is gorgeous.” says Izo

“Awesome as always Ace.” 

“Hey Ace, can you show us that cool new move?”  chimes in Thatch

“Your skills are quite impressive.”

“It’s really no wonder you made it to the new world so young.” Jozu remarks.

“That’s out little brother!”

“You’re quite clever.” Marco says, soft and genuine.

And Ace is just so flabbergasted.  He doesn’t deserve any of this, he thinks.  They’re just being nice.  They’re too good of a family.  But even though it hurts a little bit, his chest feels lighter every time, his day gets a little brighter.  

It really makes his day and he would never say anything but he appreciates it so much, with his entire being.  But he doesn’t have to say anything for them to know.  Because his smiles are more genuine, his laugh is a little louder.  Even though most days he can’t even imagine loving himself, his family loves him, and it makes things just a little bit better.

Relatives we all have, as told by the angels of Supernatural:

1.  The gay cousin:

In a conservative family, this is the last person you want to be, but someone had to do it, so he stepped up to the plate.  At best, he’s the one who gets the “We still love you, we just don’t approve of your lifestyle” talk from older relatives, the homophobic jokes from younger relatives, and has probably been banned from family gatherings at least once.  Is bullied in one way or another by literally his entire family, yet paradoxically probably the only decent person there.

2.  The family disappointment: 

If there’s anyone who gives the gay cousin a run for his money, this guy’s it.  He was probably at some point his parents favorite golden child, probably their first born.  The bar was as high as their expectations of him, and he missed both by a solid mile.  Is now the black sheep who shows up drunk to Christmas dinner.

3.  The overachiever: 

When the family disappointment fell from grace, someone had to rise to the occasion, and boy, did he ever:  Ivy-league college?  Check.  Sports scholarship?  Check.  High-paying job before he even graduates?  Check, check, check.  He’s the pride and joy of older relatives and the standard by which younger relatives are compared.  But beware:  all that pressure can easily go to your head, and sooner or later, he might fall just like the family disappointment did.

4.  The “funny one:”

This guy’s the Chandler Bing of his own family:  he tells jokes to diffuse tense situations, to convey messages, and to cope, probably to the point where it gets a little annoying to everyone around him.  At the end of the day, though, he just wants a little bit of peace and quiet and a happy family, though he rarely gets either.

5.  The cool uncle:

He’s the one that let you stay up late and eat junkfood when you stayed at his house, probably your favorite adult relative.  Generally gave zero fucks, and is probably looked down on by everyone else, for his promiscuity, drunkenness, or both.

6.  The creepy uncle:

Yes, he’s probably a cool enough guy, but you definitely wouldn’t get in a van with him.  The guy just gives off some weird vibes, has at least at some point been up to no good, and isn’t above using younger relatives as pawns in his schemes. 

7.  The vodka aunt:

Nothing is above her:  she’s weird, she’s inappropriate, she WILL get drunk and start sexually harassing your boyfriend.  Her skills include holding grudges, ruining self-esteems, and making Thanksgiving dinners super awkward, but everyone’s too scared of her to tell her off. 

8.  The overwhelmed single dad:

He’s supposed to be all-powerful and wise, but something tells you he has no idea what he’s doing.  He’s known for playing favorites, over-extreme punishments, and avoiding his problems, but you can see that he’s doing his best – after all, since he invented parenting, he’s literally making it up as he goes along.

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Can we talk about this scene? Okay, we all know this is a heartbreaking moment for everyone involved, but there is something that really stood out to me. The last thing Dean says to his mom is, “You’re home now,” which sets off the rest of the conversation. There is nearly four minutes after this where Mary continues to talk and then the episode ends, and Dean says absolutely nothing at all. Four minutes of no dialogue whatsoever on his part. Mary keeps explaining, leaving these long moments between sentences where she expects Dean to say something and he doesn’t, so she jumps in again and tries to explain more. When Sam finally interjects and asks what she means, it’s only after a quick look to Dean to realize he’s not going to do it. Even Sam is expecting him to say something, and he just doesn’t. This is so important to me. Can you recall a time in the series where Dean is in the shot for more than a few minutes and doesn’t say anything? Or a time when someone repeatedly trails off to let him respond and then he doesn’t? This is the first real time where we’ve seen Dean so thoroughly broken and upset that he physically doesn’t have words. He is rendered speechless. You can see it in the way he breathes, the way he audibly exhales in disbelief, the way he blinks in this quick progression as he processes what must feel like his heart being ripped out of his chest. He could beg his mom to stay. Plead with her. Tell her things will get better and everything will be okay. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t say anything at all. His mom waits for it. Sam waits for it (Sam, who knows him better than anyone else, waits for him to say something). And there’s nothing. No questions. No promises. No attempt to do anything at all to sway her decision. The last thing he says is, “You’re home now.”

verytamenow  asked:

Can I please, pretty please, get more of the amazing Tony + the Barton Family content you've written? Because it's all amazing and I love it and for reason I've been on a Tony + The Bartons kick and there's never enough of it.

Well, I can’t really say no when you ask so nicely :) Since you left me a lot of room here I just went with the first thing on my mind, which was a little more Clint/Barton family focused. Tony is there in the background though, I hope that’s alright! Also these are just, pieces? I guess? From a development that probably spans a couple of months at least. 


Despite their talk things between Laura and Clint have been tense. There are simply too many hurt feelings and and unspoken arguments they’ve allowed to pile up for things to be resolved by a single conservation. No matter how long and exhausting that conversation had been.

His relationship with Laura though is nothing to he one he has–doesn’t have, actually–with his children.

Clint tries. He does. Because he wants this. He wants to make up for all the time he’s missed. 

He wants for Lila to come running down the stairs with a brilliant smile when he comes to visit, to throw herself at him without doubting for a second that he’ll catch her. He wants Nathaniel to stretch his hands up to him, to demand to be picked up and cuddled, to stumble over his name but keep on trying all the same. He wants Cooper to explain the way nobody says YOLO anymore, dad in a condescending tone Clint will never admit out is pure Laura.

Clint wants, he realises with the sudden, painful clarity, what Stark has. He wants to be the one who’s visits are anticipated days before he’s coming over. He wants to listen as Cooper rants about stupid teachers and have Lila insist he teaches her ‘superhero secrets’.

“It’s not fair,” he had complained one evening, after yet another painfully awkward afternoon spent with Nathaniel crying when Clint picked him up, Cooper throwing in snippy comments left and right, and Lila blocking out the entire world, utterly focused on her colouring book. “They’re my children!”

Laura had thrown him a sharp glance over her shoulder, utterly unsympathetic. “It’s not fair that you abandoned them,” she’d sniped back.

The words still echo in his head, making Clint wince every time. The worst perhaps is that he hadn’t known what to say to that. Hadn’t been able to refute the accusation.


“I- I could help you, if you want,” he offers Cooper, who’s been talking about his chemistry project for two weeks straight now, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck as he does so.

“No, thanks,” Cooper brushes him off. He’s less resentful these days at least, or maybe he’s just distracted. “Mr Tony is coming over tomorrow.”

And just like that he’s been dismissed again. Clint tries not to be bitter about it.

Tries.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Clint,” Laura sighs at long last. “Tony is–he’s great with the kids. They adore him to pieces. And that’s not something that’s just gonna go away.”

Fails.


“It’s not a competition,” Laura says from where she’s watching him watch Stark and the kids, playing outside. Lila is shrieking with laughter.

“Sure it isn’t,” Clint agrees, not in the mood to argue. Not when I’ve already lost anyways.

“I’m serious, Clint. This? It’s not about Tony, not really. You’re their father. You messed up. You need to earn their forgiveness. Tony doesn’t factor into any of that.” Laura takes a few steps towards him, joins him at the window. Oversees the scene outside with a soft smile.

“You don’t need to replace him, Clint. You can’t. Tony is Tony, but he’s not their father. He’ll never be. You are. None of us, nobody can change that. And you know what?” Her voice softens, but she keeps a careful distance between them. “They don’t want another Tony. What Cooper and Lila want is their dad back. But you have to want it too. Otherwise all of this? It’s not gonna work.”


“Hey, Stark!” Clint calls out and doesn’t doubt for a second he’s imagining the way the other man tenses. “You want to stay for dinner?”

It's Not A Prank (Fred Weasley x Reader)

A request! I love Fred, thanks for the cute request!❤

You were on a crowed platform 9 and ¾ waiting for your parents to pick you up for summer holiday.

‘They’re always late, you’d think they’d be early to pick up their only daughter’ You thought to yourself.

Suddenly your good friend Angelina sauntered up to you with an odd smirk on her lips.

“Looks like Weasley’s making eyes at you”

You sighed and turned to see Fred Weasley’s eyes flick away and try to talk casually with his twin.

“I’m starting to think it isn’t a prank, (Y/N)” she said, keenly, raising her thin eyebrows at you.

“Yes, it is! I can tell, he’s alway sniggering with his brother whenever I’m around”

“But, what if it wasn’t a prank? Would you say yes then?”

You just stared at her, a knowing smile swiping across her face. “Shut up” you snapped back, causing her to giggle.

Suddenly her face brightened “What?” You asked curiously as you turned to see Fred heading your way. You turned back to her quickly.

“Please don’t leave” you whispered.

She looked pitifully at you for a moment before yelling “Oh, George. I have to hug you goodbye!” she walked toward the other Weasley twin, throwing a wink at Fred as she past him.

You groaned quite audibly. “Hello, (Y/N), looking forward to the summer?” Fred asked confidently, with a smile. “You must think I’m an idiot” you spit, looking accusingly at him.

Fred’s eyebrows scrunched suddenly “I’m sorry? I don’t know what you mean?”

You rolled your eyes “I mean, I know your fake little crush on me is some stupid prank to turn me green or dye my hair, well I’m not falling for it!” He opened and closed his mouth, obviously dumbfounded, trying to find words to say.

'He’s just shocked I figured his stupid little plan.’ you though as you turned, finally spotting your family and walked quickly away.

“See you next year” Fred waved slightly, his voice faltering on the last few words.

Suddenly he felt his brother give him a thump on the back. “You convince her yet?” George asked, wiggling his eyebrows. “Not yet” Fred said looking at you while you hugged your mother, bitting his lip “not yet.”

—time skip—

Your parents dropped you off at Kings Cross and you quickly grabbed your trunk and headed to Platform 9 and ¾.

Your summer was long and quite boring so you were very excited to start the new school year and see all your friends again. One particular person though, was prominent in your thoughts over your holiday.

Fred.

You found yourself wishing for hours that his 'crush’ on you last year hadn’t been a prank. You though of what it’d be like to have holiday at his house, spend nights with him by the fire in the common room, make jokes with him, cuddle with him, kiss him.

This is when you stopped yourself. 'Constantly thinking about it won’t change the fact that he doesn’t like you.’ You thought as you pushed through the barrier. You looked, confused why the Hogwarts Express wasn’t on the tracks and there were scarcely any people on the platform.

“Oh, we’re just early, Dear. The Hogwarts Express hasn’t arrived yet”

You turned to see a short, ginger, motherly looking women who smiled kindly at you. “Oh” you laughed, checking your watch

“I guess I just got excited”

You dropped your trunk near a post. “What’s your name, Dear. You look familiar” the ginger witch asked politely. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N)” you said, smiling, as you shook her plump hand.

“Oh! (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! I’m Molly Weasley. You’re the girl my boy, Fred hasn’t stopped talking about all holiday!” She said cheerfully, taking your hand in both of her’s.

“So beautiful, just as he said. Good marks, too! And a prefect! The perfect young women you are!”

Your face was shocked and you stammered out thank yous whenever you could.

“Now I know Freddie doesn’t get the best marks but it’s only because he apply himself properly. But he’s a man who’d take take care of you, I tell you.” Mrs. Weasley rambled on and on about her son, not noticing the flabbergasted look on your face.

“But very handsome, too. He make a fine-”

Suddenly she was cut off by a “Mum!” You looked away from Molly to see Fred looking terrified.

“Um, Ron needs you immediately, his uh… tooth came out”

Mrs. Weasley dropped your hand and looked strangely at her son

“Ron’s already lost all his teeth”

Fred took her shoulders and guided her off

“Well, then you’d better get over there”

Fred looked back at you, his face was flushed and you saw the nervous look in his eyes.

“I’m sorry if she made you uncomfortable, you know mums”

You looked intensely at him, your jaw still dropped. You suddenly felt very flustered.

“W-was a-all that t-true?”

You stuttered. Fred bit his lip quickly “If she told you what I think she did then, um, yeah”

You’d never seen Fred like this before, his hands were trembling and he was avoiding your gaze, looking at the floor.

“Oh, well-” Fred suddenly got a burst of courage “I’m in love with you, (Y/N) and I’m sorry if I ever made it seem like a prank or something because, I do honestly feel that way and if you don’t feel the same, I understand. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about yo-”

“I haven’t been able to get you off my mind either, I’m in love with you too” you said confidently.

Fred’s eyes went wide “Really?” You stepped forward, so you were inches away from him “Really” you whispered. Fred stared into your eyes for a moment then closed the gap between you. He rested his hands on your waist and pulled you close, you put yours on his chest and slid them up to wrap around his neck. The kiss was cut short when you heard Mrs. Weasley walking back.

“I don’t know what you’re up to Fred but Ron’s teeth are fully- FREDRICK WEASLEY GET YOUR MOUTH OFF THAT POOR GIRL!” She shrieked.

Fred pulled away from you, laughing. His bright eyes looking lovingly at you

“Way to go, Freddie!” You heard George shout from a distance.

“Now I’m much more looking forward to this school year” Fred said, looking down at you. “Me too” you said, smiling as he wrapped his arm around you.