Hi! Could we possibly get some headcanons of being an adopted child of Katy, please? Thank you!!
MY FAVORITE TROPE YESSSSS. Katy time! I am always happy to do characters who don’t have a lot of content on them. Um. I got VERY carried away with this one.
CW: Mentioned past parental death and mourning.
Being Katy’s Adopted Child
- Katy has so many Gym Challengers, names often slip her mind. It's not her fault, there's a near-constant revolving door of trainers. You, however, she recognizes in an instant. Your prowess in battle is hard to forget, especially at such a young age. Katy will never get tired of being surprised by Paldea’s youth. It’s odd. Instead of vigor lighting up your face, you're picking away at the front of your shirt, expression pinched and melancholic. Though she supposes that may be how you usually appear. She hasn’t known you for long, after all, only that one battle, it still worries her. Children should be off enjoying their day, not kicking rocks along the streets of Cortondo.
- While Katy's normally busy baking, this is far more important. Plucking a fresh croissant from a tray, she greets you with a kind smile. “Is everything alright?”
- You return her smile with one of your own, though its effect is lessened by how watery your eyes are. She sweeps you towards one of the outdoor tables and waits patiently as you nibble on your croissant. As much as she’d like to know what’s wrong, the last thing she wants to do is push you. So, she will sit here as long as you need, periodically bringing you some more pastries. Even if you never get the courage to speak, the least she can do is keep you well-fed.
- Finally, you tell her what’s wrong. It’s simple as it is heartbreaking. You miss home. Your parents have been dead for two years, and while the wound is healed, it hasn't stopped hurting. Clavell has been kind enough to waive your tuition. Your grades are exemplary, and it would be a mistake to lose such a wonderful student for something entirely out of their control. You have friends, you have food, and you have a roof over your head but it’s not home. And you’re scared it never will be. What if that feeling of comfort, of unconditional love, died along with your parents? How do you mourn something like that? There is no grave to visit, no words of comfort to be given. Just a gash on your heart that might never stop bleeding.
- You’re not quite as eloquent as you tell Katy. Your words are jumbled and choppy, but she can hear the tremor in your voice. Her heart shatters when your voice breaks as you dissolve into incoherent sobs. Carefully, she places a hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades. The action only makes you cry harder, and she almost jerks back before you choke out a feeble thank you.
- There isn’t much she can do. Though Katy may be a stranger who wants to help, she’s a stranger all the same. Her bakery is a safe space for her. It’s always been a place she can truly be herself. Humming tunes under her breath as she bakes and bakes until she can’t anymore. She doesn’t know what she would do if she lost that. So, Katy offers to share that with you. If there is ever a time you need anything, you are always welcome to come to find her. She will be there to listen, to give advice, and to keep you fed; her door is always open to you.
- You take her up on the offer. Over the next few months, you find yourself on Katy’s doorstep more often than not. She teaches you how to bake, her advice is unmatched, and she helps you with your homework with a smile. Katy reminds you of your mom. Sometimes too much and you can feel your chest ache. As time passes, the ache lessens into a warmth you almost forgot. Katy’s guest room gets filled up with your things: Awards you won for academic achievements, your gym badges, even your stuffed animals. It doesn’t happen on purpose, you never meant to spend more time here than in your dorm, but here you are, and you couldn’t be happier. Eventually, Katy sits you down and asks if you would like her to be your legal guardian. You don’t have to call her mom, though you’re welcome to if you like, she wants you to know that this is permanent. She won't be going away anytime soon.
- It’s finally official. Katy is your legal guardian and normal doesn’t feel so out of reach anymore. Her guest room has become your room, and with a smile, you place your final possession on your bedside table. Your parents smile back at you. They’d be happy that you’re not alone anymore, you feel it in your bones.
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i have this disease called i will open your message and get distracted and forget to reply and then the notification will be gone so i will not have replied for ages and you will think i am ignoring you but. i am not. it’s incurable
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There's some dude (derogatory) on FB who is PISSED people are pricing their farm fresh eggs at $2 and $3 a dozen instead of $4+, saying it's "disrespectful" and "undignified" and "I'm trying to feed my kids" like Sir, you are on a Facebook group page bitching about your neighbors egg prices because your pet chickens aren't earning you a living wage and you think it's your neighbors' fault, you do not have a leg to stand on here wrt dignity.
Also half the answers are like "I give them to friends and family free" or "I donate them to food banks" or "I'm making them affordable to folks who might not otherwise be able to get them now that they're so expensive in the store" and "if you think you're going to turn a profit keeping backyard chickens you have been wildly misled" and so on, and so forth, and I'm so living for it.
and I can tell you right now, he did NOT like my answer of "if you're trying to feed your kids, I hear eggs are edible."
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I think it’s so funny during the exchange on the balloon when sokka is like, “yeah being good at war seems to run in the family,” and zuko gets all defensive and goes, “hold on, not everyone is like that!” and at first sokka thinks he’s talking about himself, but then zuko reveals that he’s talking about his uncle. and sokka just has to sit there mentally calculating whether it would be a good idea to bring up the fact that historically, his uncle is great at war. if i had to attempt to transcribe his inner monologue in that moment it would just be “don’t bring up the dragon of the west don’t bring up the dragon of the west this guy is willingly sacrificing his life for your self-indulgent suicide mission you need him on your side don’t bring up the dragon of the west…” at which point he then looks back up at zuko and says thru gritted teeth, “haha yeah. no, cuz like, totally. for sure.”
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