#Swift Fable

[vahmedohsos]

Ben Finn literally watched two of his father figures die within a year, unable to do anything to stop it.

He just had to stand and watch.

[jaymilepland]

[mrs-theirin]

“I cut myself upon the thought of you And yet I come back to it again and again.” — Amy Lowell A timeline of Sparrow and Reaver's relationship, as well as a study of Sparrow's character, her more pleasant relationship with Walter Beck, and her feelings on her children.

CHAPTERS I. | II. | III. | IV. | V. | VI. | VII. | VIII. | IX. | X. | XI. | XII. | XIII. | XIV. | XV.

[thewayfarersinn]

For old times' sake 💚

[ariwa003]

Um a Major Swift enjoyers??? Anyone? [I believe he was killed by trying to drink Sprite no cap. Thats my headcanon... But all in whole seriousness he was a legend. Even if he didnt knew him too well and he was "cut" off quite quickly lol...]

[youcantdateosmosisjones]

stubbed my fucking toe while posting this

[thisisntreaver]

Does swift have a first name

[dipplinduo]

So....TTPD is out.

...how in danger are we?

Yes. ✌️🤍

[blazethecheeto]

NEW FIZZ ALBUM IS SO FUXKING GOOD AND 1989 TAYLORS VERSION DROPPED AT THE SAME TIME I THINK I COMBUSTED LAST NIGHT

[bubblegumfanfictions]

Hi all! Thinking of starting a page dedicated to the release of oneshots for fable characters from all 3 mainline games!

[fairiepunk]

I don’t know about you

But I’m feelin

22

[deathsmallcaps]

Replying to tags but then I ran out of room and I think i was if not cooking then at least microwaving

#dude when I was in 6th grade I read #the veldt #and at the time it disgusted and genuinely scared me because I was #just so surprised that people - children! - could be raised to be so heartless #idk if I read it for the first time as a 23 year old it would scare me so much #but goddamn

#I think we're both people who are *at least* good at literacy but we're both a little too STEMmy #to look at it the way some English teachers want us to? #like they want people to go from 'damn that's fucked up → what themes are the authors trying to explore here → what about the world #made them think of that and perhaps what are they trying to get us to consider and think about and perhaps change' #obviously not all writing is a fable with a moral at the end #but a lot of good writing has some sort of central belief that it wants the reader to consider

#(I struggle in creating that with my fiction ugh and I think a lot of booktok books do too and it bugs me that we have that connection)

#but anyway #I think you and I'd first reactions are like #’that's horrible → how can we prevent that specific problem from occurring again' #like take the lottery. my (and maybe your?) first reaction is like 'that's horrible → they should ban the lottery' #but the English teacher is going to want us to think 'oh gee okay so this is a commentary on traditions. why would this tradition be started #/necessary? does the lottery reflect the overall morals and sensibilities of the overall society (aka fond of the death penalty etc). #what sort of tradition might this mirror today? connecting to historical events and the fact that the person stoned and the author were #women. aka the gender commonly stoned for witchcraft in New England #do you think that's related?' etc etc etc wrapped in metaphors and shit. and tbh that's how I learned a lot of my religious and political #philosophy as well as history. I really like Thomas swift's 'a modest proposal' (satire) for that reason.

but that was NOT my initial #thought process for English class. I had to be heavily trained into thinking that way and often my first instinct is to not engage with the #metaphor an just go straight to the logic/sensible answer. blah blah blah. I really respect lit and history teachers as a profession but boy #do I not want to teach it because I would be so slack on writing the kinds of questions that would get the kids to engage with the meta. #once I got a piece I got it but it was a struggle every damn time. because I had to get over my feelings of well why didn't they just not #do that'

the biggest one I can think of is 'song of Solomon' by Toni Morrison. I think my senior AP English teacher wanted us to really #consider authors and characters of color (he was white but it was 2018-2019 aka Trump era) so he taught us othello and TM. othello is a #little easier to understand because iago is just being a little bitch about a Black foreigner getting a promotion and a hot wife and no longer being able to convince himself that he was better than Othello

But TM’s main character Milkman? Unlikeable, spoiled little shit who doesn’t give a damn that he’s the 1 percent of his marginalized community and he’s frittering his privileges away so hard that it literally induces suicidal and murderous tendencies into the people around him. Among other things.

It took me foreverrrrrr to engage with the text beyond GOD I HATE THIS GUY but once I was able to examine his psychology and the mean flip side of ‘if you want to fly, you have to get rid of earthly attachments’, which he does at the end of the story.

Was it a chore? Absolutely. But have I ever forgotten the story or the literary tools it gave me? No.

Maybe I’m just speaking for myself in this longass response - you and I usually talk animals and men not books 😅 - but yeah every English class is full of these annoying stories that are meant to rattle one’s brain and I REALLY avoid rattling lmao. Tbqh again I respect lot classes but I’m glad they’re over lmao

But anyways I listened to Levar Burton’s podcast ‘Levar Burton Reads’ from start to finish, and he once read (as a three parter) Toni Morrison’s Recitatif. It’s the story of two girls, one Black one white, who grew up around and with and against each other during the mid 1900s.

I didn’t know what the story was getting at, aside from the surface ideas of the American Civil Rights Movement and privilege and stuff. But LB usually asked questions or briefly mentioned the author’s main idea at the end. And when he did? HOLY FUCK.

If you ever decide to listen to it (I’ve never gotten my hands to a print copy so idk if they usually have some sort of author’s note at the end to ask the reader this question)(I love LB’s voice he’s a pleasure to listen to if you listen to Recitatif) please @ me and tell me if it also blew your mind and made you consider how you viewed the POV character of the story.

Because it blew my mind and made me really consider why I assumed things about the pov character. Im not going to say anything further because I feel like I’m spoiling the point but yeah.

Anyways again this could be just me but I’ve always had trouble moving on from the straight solution mindset. When I was 12 I was in a model UN and I was told to write a report about Togo and its healthcare issues. I took this to mean that I had to research the common issues there (such as unclean water and mosquito bite diseases) and then come up with solutions.

It was incredibly embarrassing to do all that and then hear every other group explain their countries healthcare issues and WHY (historically, monetarily, etc) their countries struggled with such things. And my ass went up there and talked about affordable mosquito deterrent changes to water sources and cheap water cleaning services.

I didn’t realize it then but like. It perfectly exemplified my lack of instinct to subtextually interact with instructions and prompts.

And the thing is. May the universe bless and boost the fucking lit teachers out there because my poor students are entering math class with lit skills 6 grades under where they should be and are genuinely unable to interact with straightforward STEM instructions. My college had every ed major take a ‘teaching literacy’ class and sure I passed but the thing is. I’m not really the person that’s supposed to catch these kids on that subject. I’m supposed to be a secondary math teacher. So a lot of the advice in that class simply wasn’t applicable and I wish it was!!! I’d be happy to help in that subject but also I WAS TRAINED TO BE A MATH TEACHER. AND MOST LITERACY AND LANGUAGE DIFFICULTY COURSES ARE NOT DESIGNED WITH STEM IN MIND. (Which is why I want to learn enough Spanish that I can teach kids learning English math as well because that’s an area that doesn’t get a lot of crossover and a lot of kids fall through).

Well this turned into a ramble goodnight lmao. I’d say this was a decently microwaved thought track lol

[thekylemeredith]

What happens when the man behind For Emma trades cabin fever for clarity? #JustinVernon stopped by to talk about SABLE, fABLE, #BonIver’s newest album that’s got more #RickieLeeJones vibes than vocal layering acrobatics. “Less mystery, more humanity,” he says — which might explain why it sounds like a breakup with the abstract. He also talks #TaylorSwift (“Exile is her song”), #DanielleHaim (they literally got snowed in together), and that time Bon Iver made The Outfield’s “Your Love” sound like a ghost story in falsetto.

[st4rsdoyoulikedem]

🎶✨ when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool) 🎶✨

1. Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus by Taylor Swift

2. Fable by Gigi Perez

3. When we were young by Adele

4. Can’t catch me know by Olivia Rodrigo

5. Florida!!! (Feat. Florence + The Machine) by Taylor Swift

[pome-seed]

The Soldier's Keeper ★ 10

Pairing: Winter Soldier!Bucky x Doctor!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: They know. And the reality of it is so much more painful than you could imagine. But left to feel it, and now knowing how little time you have left, all that's left is each other.

Warnings: Captivity, Canon-typical violence. Heavy violence. Angst, mention of torture and death, helplessness. Intimate sadness between reader and Bucky.

Authors Note: Please enjoy, comment and be kind! I love the comments and interaction. ALSO, if you want to be apart of the taglist, let me know :)

Song Rec: Fable by Gigi Perez

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You woke to a bright light shining in your face. You yelped as a wad of your hair was fisted and yanked at, dragging you out of your pile of blankets. You blinked through the haze of sleep as adrenaline flooded your veins. “W-What’s-”

Hot breath spit close to your face. “Get up.” 

“I-” The sting that swept across your cheek shocked you awake fully, fear twisting in your gut. The grip on your hair yanked harder, dragging you across the floor. “Wait- ah! Please!” You cried out, your feet scrambling against the cold stone floors. 

“You were warned.” Rumlow shouted above you. “You had one job. And you’re stupid enough to risk everything on- on what?” He was almost laughing as he kicked open a familiar door. 

“Please-” your hair was released with a rough throw, sending you rolling into a stack of crates to the left. The wooden grooves cut into the knobs of your spine through your old shirt. You froze, your body going into shock at the sudden impact. 

Before you could scramble away, a large boot was sending a swift kick to your stomach. Your throat closed up on the gag that was forced by all the air leaving you. You flung your arms over yourself, your eyes squeezing shut as you struggled for air. 

“Fix him, that was your only job. What did you think you were gonna do, huh?” Rumlow yanked you up by your arm, dragging you to your feet. 

You couldn't breathe, you couldn’t think. The pain was so intense and so mind numbing. You heard ragged breaths to your left as you were dragged closer to your charge. You blinked up from where you sagged against Rumlow. Wide, shadowed blue eyes met yours. 

He was wearing his muzzle again. 

You blinked. “I didn’t- I wasn’t-”

“Oh save it, with everything we’ve given you to work with here, you really thought this room was private?” Rumlow yanked your arm up, sending a sharp pinch through the nerves in your shoulder. You couldn’t stand, your legs were failing you. “You thought you were the only person in this building that knew what they were doing? Are you stupid?”

Knuckles connected with your cheekbone with a resounding crack. You grunted as you hit the floor. Your skull bounced off the concrete where you fell at the Soldiers feet. Your arms slithered around your stomach, but not fast enough- or strong enough- to block the strong blow to your gut.

The soldier's shoes pressed against your spine, ragged breaths muted by the muzzle. A muffled sound buzzed against the metal.

Rumlow paused, tilting his head at the man. “What? Is this bothering you, big guy? Huh?” He taunted. “Huh? You mad that your pretty little doctor is bearing the consequences of her actions?”

You cried out as another strike attacked your bruising stomach. Your eyes rolled back, bile rising in your throat. You couldn’t breathe, you needed to breathe but the air was lost to you. 

The soldier tensed in his restraints, his glare flickering between the girl and the abuser. “What? Soldier, I’m gonna need better than that. Because from where I’m standing,” he swung his foot again, “she’s surpassed her use.”

Saliva pooled on the floor, your stomach empty but clenching from the abuse. “Come on, speak up! I don’t think we need her. Say something if you think differently.”

“Mmh-!” The soldier grunted against his muzzle with urgency, his gaze a furious glower at this point. He could kill him, it wouldn’t take long. He knew this. But he couldn’t. He just couldn’t.

Rumlow stilled, a twisted smile pulling at his lips. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” He chuckled. “Good dog.”

You laid there, deaf to the condescending talk happening above you. A ringing pierced your head, followed by the thumping of blood rushing through your brain. 

Rumlow pressed the toe of his boot to yourcheek, tilting your head back to look at him. “This was a warning. What comes next was brought on by you, and you alone.”

When the door slammed shut behind him, you finally felt your body slump fully. You laid there, twitching and struggling for breath as tears streamed down your temples. 

A rough grunt came from above. You could hear him twitching against his restraints, if it weren’t for the sickening pain twisting in your gut, you would feel flattered that he seemed to care for you. 

It took you a long time- longer than you wanted to admit- but you successfully were able to turn over. You curled your fingers into the Soldier’s pant leg, just over his knee. You used all the strength you could muster to pull yourself up into a sitting position. 

You took a moment to breathe, your teary eyes glancing up at the man. You tried not to cry harder looking at him. With your last grasp of dignity, you reached up and gripped the man's shoulders. You were able to slowly climb the man's body, pulling yourself up from between his spread legs. You slumped against him as you fumbled with the buckle of his muzzle. You finally yanked it free and tossed it away behind him. 

He sucked in a heavy breath before steadying you with his hard stare. “Are you okay?” Your body sank against him as you slowly sank back down. You rested your back against the side of his calf from between his legs. 

“I guess-” you swallowed, licking your dry lips. “I guess they know.”

“You need to stop, whatever it is you’re doing, you need to stop.” He urged. 

“What’s the point?” You chuckled dryly.

“They will kill you-”

“Come on,” you interrupted, blinking up at him. “They were always going to kill me.” You bit down on your cheek, willing the tears away. “There was no end to this situation that I make it out of here alive.”

He watched you, his sorrowful gaze sending a shiver down your spine. “If you keep doing this, they’ll just make it worse.”

“And if I don’t then it was all for nothing,” you whispered, rolling your head back against his thigh. “If they’re going to kill me- then I want to at least screw them over, just a little bit.” You smiled. 

He shook his head at you, strands of black hair falling into his face. 

“If I’ve gotta die here, then I want you to get out. I want to have done something.” You wiped a stray tear from your cheek in frustration. “I just- god it wasn’t supposed to happen this way.” You laughed, wincing at the twinge in your stomach. “I was supposed to help people- I was supposed to apply for a grant and get funding for my research and- and-” you shook your head. 

“I was supposed to help people.”

The Soldier watched you, his fingers twitching from where he was restrained. “I’m sorry,” his voice was soft, guilty, as he whispered to you. 

“You’re a victim too.”

“I’m not,” he whispered. “I’ve-”

You opened your eyes, listening silently.

“I’ve done things.”

“Willingly?”

He paused. “No. But I’ve still done them.”

“I know. I know what you are.”  You admitted. “A part of the fear tactic when they first took me was telling me about how easily you could kill me, if need be.” You smiled wryly. “I know you still could, and would.”

“I don’t want to.” He admitted. 

Your smile softened. You reached up a hand, the tips of your fingers brushing a lock of black hair. “I’m glad to hear that.” You released the strands. “Sadly,” you paused, sucking in a shaky breath. “That isn’t enough, not yet.”

A/N: The craziness starts here.

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[heartofsparrow]

in my headcanon, logan is swift’s son and the hobw is walter’s kid. but also the mystery…. the Intrigue… :3

I never want any sort of confirmation on who Logan and the Hero of Brightwall's father is. It's gotta be a Mamma Mia situation for maximum drama. And they need to have different fathers for maximum confusion.

Is it Reaver? Walter? That sexy pistol trader that hangs around the castle sometimes? Sparrow isn't sure. The suspects aren't sure. It's an endless source of gossip for the citizens of Albion.

Bonus if after Sparrow's death they get the occasional grifter coming up to the castle like, "Logan! Prince/Princess! It's me your long lost father."