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I’m sorry but is this Mon Mothma partying like it’s 19 BBY?

Mon Mothma

Andor - Harvest

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Spring in Tchakova Park Book Club

Hello Halo TV friends! Consider this your invite to the Spring in Tchakova Park book club!

Do you want to watch everyone’s favorite emotionally stunted dunderhead find love and happily ever after? Do you want to chew on a great fanfic with friends? This is the place for you!

We will be reading one chapter per week and on Mondays at 9:00pm Central @threshergm will start a comment thread on AO3 for us to discuss.

We’re only beginning chapter 2 this week, so plenty of time to hop aboard.

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OW OW OW oh this hurts OWIE

Invention of Miranda Keyes

Prompt: Afterthought for @flashfictionfridayofficial

Fandom: Halo TV Series (Silver Timeline)

Summary: Three times Miranda was disappointed by a certain parent. (Spoiler: Halsey, it's Halsey.)

There were probably other instances, but the first time Miranda could remember knowing she was nothing more than an afterthought to her mother, Dr. Catherine Halsey, was a discussion about her hair.

Miranda didn't remember how old she was or why her mother was the one dropping her at school that day. She did remember getting dressed all by herself and walking out to the kitchen with a stuffed moa bird under her arm. Her mother was already working on a tablet, mind a million light years away from the base housing where they lived. She set her stuffed animal in a chair and got her own breakfast, eating in silence as she kicked her feet and hoped she would get to play with the class pet later.

She put her dish in the sink, took her stuffed animal back to her room and tucked it in her bed, and put everything she needed by the door like her father taught her. Be organized, Nanda, he always said as they were getting ready in the mornings. There was just one thing she needed help with.

"Mom," she said, going back to the kitchen. "I need you to do my hair."

Her mother was frowning at something on the tablet and mumbled about hormones being the problem.

"Mom," she repeated.

No response to her, just a stream of thought about how the issue could be regulated.

"Halsey."

Her mother actually looked up at that, as if just realizing Miranda was present. "What was that?"

"It's time to go to school," Miranda said.

"Of course," Halsey said, glancing at a clock as she stood up from the kitchen chair.

"I need you to do my hair before we go."

"Your hair looks fine," she replied, brushing at herself and not actually looking at Miranda. "Put it in a ponytail if you want it out of your face."

"I need help," Miranda said as she pulled at the thick, unruly curls, so different from her mother's straight blond strands. "Dad does it for me."

"You are old enough to do your own hair," Halsey said.

"But," Miranda started. She wanted to say she did everything else herself, she just needed help with her hair.

"Miranda," her mother snapped, in that tone that said, 'you're acting like a child'.

But she was a child. A child with a mother who could create AIs from the brains of the dead, but she couldn't be bothered to learn how to manage her own daughter's hair or understand it was different than her own.

That day Miranda showed up at school with a sloppy ponytail, looking unkempt with her hair frizzing. She cried in the coatroom until one of the aides figured out the problem and helped her, taming her hair into neat braids.

Miranda learned her mother wouldn't help her that day.

The next time she understood her place with Dr. Halsey was a day she was proud of herself. She won first prize for her school science project, The Ecology of Moa Habitats on Reach and Potential for Transport to Emerging Colony Planets, and been awarded a blue ribbon. She was nine and already in a pre-university learning program.

It was something she knew her mother would be proud of. If there was one thing her mother respected, it was science.

Miranda was almost vibrating with excitement at the dinner table, her blue ribbon hidden in her lap. It was one of the nights both her parents were  home. Her father came through the door with takeout from the restaurant that made food from Harvest, because it was Miranda's favorite, and she left him a message saying she had a neat surprise for dinner. Her mother was with him, but distant, her mind elsewhere.

"So, Nanda, do you have something to tell us?" her father asked once the food was laid out and they were all seated.

"Today was the science fair judging," Miranda said, nearly bouncing out of her seat. "Guess what?"

"What?" he asked with an indulgent smile.

Halsey slapped her hand on the table. "Of course, if we reverse the blood flow of the capillaries in the occipital lobe to boost blood flow..." She was already getting up as she continued. "It should create enhanced visual perception in the augmentation candidates."

Miranda felt herself go cold, like the blood was draining out of her.

Jacob Keyes almost never raised his voice, but he did as his attention left Miranda and focused on Halsey. "Catherine! One night a week we have family dinner. One night. That can wait." He lowered his voice to its normal volume. "You can't implement anything until it gets reviewed anyway. Tomorrow is soon enough."

"This is a breakthrough, Jacob," Catherine countered.

And that was it for Miranda's blue ribbon.

She clutched it between her hands, crinkling it as the food went cold and her parents argued. Her father in a hushed voice as if she couldn't see his body language, and her mother with that calm, cold aplomb that made Miranda wonder if she loved anything other than her Spartans.

When her parents finally separated, it wasn't a surprise.

Miranda wouldn't have even know if her father hadn't discussed it with her. Halsey was never home. She was too busy with her other children to come home to the one that shared her blood, carried her name. The name Halsey chose for her, Miranda Jane Halsey.

"I know this is difficult, Nanda," her father said. Miranda didn't tell him it really wasn't. Her father worked on the same project, but he came home. "And if you want to live with your mother, I want to do what's right by you."

"Can I be a Keyes?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want to be a Halsey," Miranda said. There was only one Halsey, and it was always going to be Catherine Elizabeth. "I want to be a Keyes."

Miranda didn't think she'd ever seen her father look so sad. He patted her cheek as he offered a smile. Gestures her mother would never make. Her father would give her this choice, her mother probably would have forgotten to tell her.

"Okay, Nanda, if that's what you want."

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This dog looks like the late Puppy ToBeNamedLater. Miss you little pup.

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hey

hey friend

dont kill yourself tonight ok

you have a really pretty smile and i know its not always easy to manage one but itd be a bummer if we never had the chance to see it ever again

youre really important and you matter a lot so stay safe and try and have a nice sleep

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God gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers and I'm dodging the draft

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💛💛💛Send this to ten other bloggers you think are wonderful and keep the game going!💛💛💛

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For the ask: Run

(WIP word ask game)

From chapter 12 of Awakening:

Huffing and puffing, the seventy-five recruits plodded through their run.

I might ditch this scene and replace it with something original but it’s still there for now.

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For the fanfic guessing game: Blood

(WIP guessing game)

From a follow-up to One-Way Trip that I can’t finish because it hurts too much:

“This blood is all that’s left of him.” Kurt was still staring at his hand. “And when I take off my armor they’ll clean it and he’ll be gone.”

Three sentences but the same thought so I’m bending the rules.

@ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask in case you didn’t hate me enough already.

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Yeah, there’s parts where it’s obvious the author is struggling to novelize a game where the protagonist says nothing for half hour stretches.

Mr: You’re reading The Flood?

Me: Yeah. I finished Ghosts of Onyx.

Mr: The Flood is just a novelization of the first game. You don’t really need to read it.

Me: Bullcrap I don’t. You have any idea how many fanfiction ideas I’m gonna poach from this book?

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Thanks for the likes. ^^

👍

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(Halo: Awakening chapter 10)

Mr told me this while I was still half asleep this morning and I asked him to put it on AO3 so everyone could see how cool he is ♥️

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Fanfiction Work-In-Progress Guessing Game

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in

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Just ran across this picture of Jess Bush (Nurse Chapel from Star Trek SNW) with red hair and I think I might have found my Silver Linda:

I mean Ethan Peck (Spock) is Gabriel Thorne in Spartan Ops so why not.

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Honestly? The guy who played Ezra completely made the Ahsoka show for me. He was the best animation-to-live-action rendition yet in the franchise.

Also “The Jedi, The Witch, and The Warlord” is an 11/10 episode title.

Andor season 2 is so fucking good

Why is everything else Disney Star Wars shit?

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My mom and dad are both around 6’ and I only made it to 5’ 7” which honestly amazes me sometimes.

are you shorter than both of your parents?

Me and my sister both are😔