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"Já když jezdila stopem, tak Žižka měl ještě vobě voči."
— postarší rodinná známá
#čumblr#hezky česky#czech tumblr#reálně#signora hanka je osoba kterou aspiruji být až vyrostu#frajerka toho zažila za život víc než moji rodiče a všichni moji kamarádi včetně mě dohromady#a pořád jí to pálí a stále má kondičku na cestování po světě a na vylejvání se každej den#pokaždý ze sebe vysype nějaký moudro nebo životní příhodu#je hrozně chytrá a znalá života#z jedný třetiny češka#z druhý němka#a ze třetí italka#je spokojená sebevědomá a bohatá#co víc si přát#ale zároveň strašně hodná#ale tam kde je se dopracovala svojí vlastní pílí a mazaností#prostě královna#a totální idol#the cool aunt i never had
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if my mom could find a cure for her chronic case of outing people to people they are Specifically Not Out To, For A Reason, that would be, uh, great!
#she did it to me with my dad back in 2007-8 in his mega homophobe era#in which my brother was making me do his chores/homework in exchange for him not outing me#and she uhhhh outed my trans-in-some-capacity cousin (who’s only out to their immediate family but their mom has told some of her siblings)#to one of the siblings who has NOT been informed bc she is a RAGING CONSPIRACY THEORIST REPUBLICAN#like not as bad as her daughter but she DOES believe a lot of It All#so like. my other aunt crying on her bc she’s stressed but SPECIFICALLY NOT TELING HER THIS was a LITERAL CHOICE#and my mom today just!!!!!!!! straight up told her!!!!!!!!!!!!!#my mom ALSO outed them to us when she only knows bc my aunt told my dad (her Advice Brother) and he told my mom#ohhhhhhhhhhh my mom is one of my favorite people in the world but WOW sometimes she makes me insane#anyway now i’m like. do i have to text my cousin to let them know???? like they have a right to???????#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#thanks a lot tam!!!!!!!!!!
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Women of Star Wars (34 ABY edition)
This is the third and probably last in this series (apart from some follow-ups and smaller groups that may appear in due course), marking the feast of the Immaculate Conception of Our Blessed Lady with another lot of amazing female/feminine-programmed characters from a galaxy far, far away.
[Design notes: all traced either from Googled pictures (Rey, Rose, Kaydel, Maz, Zorii, Jannah, Torra, Freya and CB-23) or screenshots with Googled pictures or close-up screenshots used to get the faces vaguely right (everyone else, apart from Paige, for whom I had to splice two different shots together, hence the weird proportions). Colour strangeness can be blamed on the lighting of the original shots; I don't know how to compensate for that yet.]
#star wars#sequel trilogy#star wars resistance#fanart#rey#rose tico#paige tico#kaydel ko connix#amilyn holdo#maz kanata#zorii bliss#jannah#torra doza#venisa doza#tam ryvora#synara san#freya fenris#aunt z#cb-23#4d-m1n#mika grey#eila
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I saw that you previously had an AU of Dominion dreamed up. What would it have entailed? Themes, subjects and tone wise?
So the AU I've mentioned on occasion is something Aurelia and I have been calling the Aunt Tam AU, in which Azula has an aunt who acts as a mentor figure to her, since we don't have a lot of female mentor figures in ATLA (the fic is also inspired by 水火 by trascendenza). This aunt would be a recognized bastard Azulon had with Lo or Li, who was born between Iroh and Ozai, but was ultimately closer to Ozai when they were young.
The two drifted apart when Tam snuck into the army to escape an arranged marriage. Since women were not in the Fire Nation military at this time - in Dominion, gender equality in the military was something Ozai implemented - she had to keep her gender a secret. Given that she was a foot soldier, she saw more of the ugliness of the war than Iroh did, and due to this - and due to the influence of a friend who knew her secret - she became disillusioned with the war earlier. That being said, Tam still fought for her country, and only when she suffered grave injuries when securing a victory for her side (perhaps protecting a colony or taking a town with some strategic importance) was she found out and sent home.
By this time, Ozai has married Ursa and had Zuko and Azula, with Azula being newly born. Ozai trusts Tam enough to allow her to tutor his children, though ultimately she gravitates towards Azula, in part because Iroh and Ursa prefer to spend their time and efforts on Zuko, but also because she sees herself in Azula.
Having another adult in the family - and one who doesn't really get along with Iroh and Ursa, but is also getting increasingly uneasy over how Ozai has changed over the years - causes some major ripple effects down the line. Some major characters die who don't in Dominion; at least two minor characters get to play bigger roles than they did in canon. The result is that, arguably, the Aunt Tam AU would be darker than Dominion and canon, but would give Azula an adult who is in her corner. I also don't believe Zuko and Azula would end up as entangled as they are in Dominion, due to how off the rails the story goes. It's very much a story where fixing one thing - adding an adult to the Royal Family who genuinely cares about Azula and extends a hand to her - has the nasty side effect of breaking other things. Tam, after all, is not a nice person, but she's willing to grapple with the ugliness in front of her, and in some ways is more clear-sighted than the rest of her family. Ultimately, it would be a story that forces the characters to weigh their ambitions against what they love, and one in which ruthlessness is shown as a valuable quality to have.
#Dominion by Aurelia le#Aunt Tam AU#I might someday still write this#But that will be able my other big projects are done
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every surface is sitable if you’re cool enough
#ja tam sobie siedziałam dzisiaj przed kościołem jak zaniosłam swięconkę na krawędzi kwietnika#also one (1) child observed me with fascination so. i am cool as shit#im joking but also. kids are often curious about me because i am already a wine aunt aesthetically speaking#and an aunt to be fair. a distant one enough that i only remember the fact once every two or three years but technically it is true
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Found out today that my Aunt's stage 4 Cancer is beyond treatment. She is in her mid 60s and never smoked a day in her life. This has wrecked my family and will wreck it further when she passes. The cancer has spread throughout her stomach and into her lymph nodes. We have no idea how long she has, but we know it isn't long because hospice will be set up tomorrow at my grandparents' to help her with her final moments in a comfortable place.
We don't want to lose her.
When I was a kid, she was my movie buddy. Bringing me to every new release in theaters for a good majority of the 80s and 90s. My Grandmother always waited for our reviews, calling us "Siskel and Ebert".
I love you Aunt Tam.
I am devastated.
Fuck cancer.
Johnny
#cancer#fuck cancer#stage 4 cancer#stage four cancer#stomach cancer#captainpirateface#bipolardepression#chemicalimbalance#wtf#heartbroken#too young to die#i love you aunt tam#CaptainPirateFaceLovesYou
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Living After Midnight (Failed Rockstar!Eddie x Motel Worker!Reader)
♫ Summary: Perhaps Eddie Munson was someone you could lean on--literally and figuratively. (4.7k words)
♫ CW: slowburn, strangers-to-lovers, angst, anxiety, parental conflict, poverty, vandalism, so much yearning, an accidental boner, eventual smut (18+ only, minors DNI)
♫ Divider credit to @hellfire--cult
chapter nine: rest for the weary
Destroyed.
That was the only thought fleeting through your mind when you approached Eisen’s shattered door, jagged edges like rows of shark teeth. Your hand faltered, stopping just before the knob, like the whole store would disintegrate at the slightest turn.
Eddie stepped aside and gently opened the door, the bell jingling mockingly, watching to ensure that no more glass fell from the panes. “Careful,” he murmured, fingers ghosting over the middle of your back for just a second while you stepped over the threshold. Goosebumps formed beneath your shirt at his unexpected touch, brief as it was.
Your heart lurched once more as you entered the store, the normally meticulously organized shelves now coated in spray painted tags and profanities. A crudely drawn phallic symbol, complete with testicles and pubic hair, took up most of the front of the desk. The office door bore another one with a similar resemblance.
You were definitely surprised by Eddie’s offer to help out at Eisen’s, but nothing compared to the blatant shock on Ben’s face when he saw who accompanied you to the store. Your friend’s jaw clenched instinctively, and you realized he must have thought you brought Eddie here to confess.
“We came to help clean,” you quickly clarified, hoping Eddie didn’t sense the reasoning behind your explanation.
Silent tension thickened between the two men, your words your sole weapon to tear into it. “What can we do?” You asked Ben, volunteering yourself and Eddie in hopes of derailing potential conflict.
Ben cleared his throat, eyes swooping over the store that was still very much in disarray. Glass shards glittered across the floor despite his previous claims to have swept up, though you imagined that it was difficult to see clearly through his cloud of exhaustion. When he didn’t answer, you grabbed a broom from beside the door.
“I just got off the phone with the—” Aunt Tam walked in from the office, pausing mid-sentence when she spotted you. Her lips curled into whatever semblance of a smile she could muster as she shuffled over to wrap you in a hug. Her dark brown curls brushed your cheek.
When she pulled back, you hardly recognized her. Besides the passage of time carving wrinkles into her forehead and the bridge of her nose, her skin was free of make-up. You couldn’t remember the last time you saw her without at least mascara coating her lashes.
“We’re here to help with whatever you need.” You swallowed the lump in your throat at the sight of her bare face, the worry now permanently sealed into her eyes.
At the mention of a we, Aunt Tam glanced at the man beside you. Tepidly, Eddie stepped forward and held out his hand to shake hers. “Eddie Munson,” he said, posture straightening as he braced himself for a reaction. But if Ben truly suspected that Eddie had vandalized the store, he hadn’t shared that theory with his mother, because she shook Eddie’s hand without hesitation.
“Eddie can help remove the graffiti,” you offered, and Eddie nodded.
“Just need some WD-40,” he added with a small smile. “Maybe some steel wool if it’s really stubborn.”
Aunt Tam’s eyes lit up, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze that leaves your bones aching. “Thank you,” she said, her voice thick with emotion as she turned to face Eddie. “Thank you, Eddie.” She wiped at her nose with one shirt sleeve. “We should have all of that in the back, if you’ll follow me…”
Eddie nodded again, stuffing his hands in his pockets and trailing behind her. “Yes, ma’am.”
When you could be sure that both he and Aunt Tam were out of earshot, you shuffled over to Ben. “It wasn’t him,” you said under your breath. “He was at a concert that night, and even if he wasn’t—he wouldn’t do this.” You gestured at the destruction.
Not fully convinced of Eddie’s innocence, Ben narrowed his eyes behind his glasses. “How do you know?”
“The first night he stayed at the motel, he was smoking pot in his room. And when I told him not to, he listened.” You thought back to that moment, to his smirk that had you wondering if he would light another joint as soon as you turned your back. “And even though I basically accused him of vandalizing Eisen’s—before I knew where he really was—he still brought my essay to school today.”
Ben breathed out a defeated sigh. “Okay, fine,” he conceded, scratching at the back of his neck. “Is it bad that I wished it was him, so that we could stop worrying about whoever it was coming back and doing it again?”
You wrinkled your nose. “Kind of, yeah.” He scowled, playfulness stronger than any contempt, and you tapped the broomstick against his arm. “I’m guessing you didn’t share your theory with your parents?”
He shook his head. “My dad’s at the police station right now to see if any other shops caught the person on camera.”
“Yours didn’t?”
“Never installed any. Safe neighborhood, no need, y’know?” He rolled his eyes at his family’s naivety. “Seems like everyone else on the block felt the same way.”
You wanted to say more, to properly convey your sympathy, but your aunt and Eddie returned with the spray paint removal supplies. The broom suddenly became more interesting than ever before, your eyes glued to it as you brushed it against the floor. You didn't dare look at Eddie until he turned his back to you.
“All right,” he murmured to himself, tossing a rag over his shoulder and placing his hands squarely on his hips. The paint cans that had been sprayed were a lost cause, the veins in his biceps pulsing as he grabbed two at a time and heaved them onto the floor with soft grunts.
A teasing whisper tickled the shell of your ear. “Wipe your drool.” You could feel Ben’s smile as he spoke but didn’t have time to swat at him before he jogged over to help Eddie.
You preventatively swiped at your chin, relieved that you weren’t actually drooling. And why would you be? Eddie was your friend; nothing more, and sometimes a whole lot less. The excitement you’d felt when he’d shown up with your paper this afternoon was relief, not some burgeoning crush. Your hope that he would visit the front desk during your shifts could easily be explained as an eagerness for conversation, the ultimate cure for boredom. And the way you felt your heart beating in your stomach when he’d held your hand earlier–
It was only because it had been a long time since anyone had reached for you with an intimate gesture, you told yourself, save for Nora briefly squeezing your hand just before Eddie had taken it. But there was no flutter with Nora. A surge of gratefulness, maybe, but nothing compared to what Eddie’s touch had evoked.
“Heiress?”
Your head swiveled towards the sound of your nickname being called. Eddie looked at you, puzzled and impatient. “You okay? I’ve called your name, like, fifty times.”
“Twice,” Ben said; the clarification could have been a reassurance that you hadn’t spaced out for that long, or just a belated dig at Eddie. Either way, you appreciated it.
“Do you have one of those hair tie things?” Eddie shook his hair, which was already frizzing from perspiration.
You nodded dumbly, fingers fumbling for the elastic shoved deep into the abyss of your purse. Had you been staring at him? Gawking, even, as you silently tried to sort out your feelings?
“Thanks.” Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t draw your gaze from him as he tied back his mess of curls into a bun at the nape of his neck.
Sweep. Sweep, and stop thinking about how his stubble-coated jawline might feel beneath your lips.
This desire, this lust–it was all temporary. Fleeting. It would swiftly exit once the rush of exhilaration from his rescue fully wore off, and you would once again be content with a platonic friendship.
Your insides backflipped once more when Eddie rubbed the rag over the shelf, wiped away the graffiti, and flashed a million-watt smile in your direction.
If you had your way, ‘moving on’ would happen sooner rather than later.
Pristine wasn’t the right word to describe Eisen’s state when you finally left a few hours later, but the clean floor was a definite improvement. The graffiti was still visible on the shelves, but it had faded considerably with Eddie’s hard work. He stood next to Ben now, explaining how often to apply the WD-40 without ruining the finish.
Were they friends? Not even close. But each had let down their guard an inch more, though you remained unclear of the reason why Eddie’s was up in the first place.
A weighty exhaustion reminded you that you were surviving on pure adrenaline that had been steadily waning and was nearly depleted. A gentle hand rested on your shoulder as you returned the broom to its corner.
“Go home and rest,” Aunt Tam said kindly. “Ben told me you’ve been working nights and going to school. You need your sleep.”
“I know.” It was easier to agree than to argue, but the shop would be a mess if you had spent the afternoon sleeping.
Your aunt cocked her head and assessed you; whether you were too tired to properly fib or just her mother’s intuition, she didn’t believe you. “Well,” she sighed, “I told your boyfriend to get you home—”
Heat crept up your neck as she gestured a thumb towards Eddie. “Eddie’s not my boyfriend.”
Aunt Tam raised her eyebrows. “Oh, I just…he didn’t correct me earlier when I called you his girlfriend…and the looks you were giving each other…I figured…” She stopped, shaking off the notion as ridiculous.
Because it is ridiculous, you thought.
“We’re just friends.” That ‘just’ was cumbersome, like there was something inherently wrong with you and Eddie being friends. “We’re friends,” you amended, complete with a tired smile.
She fixed her composure, swiping her brunette bangs from her line of vision. “Well, we can’t thank you and your friend enough.”
She said that word like she knew something you didn’t. Worse, like you knew but refused to admit it.
Grogginess slowed your usual fast pace, and you stepped into the subway car with only a second to spare.
The adrenaline fully wore off once you sat down; the plastic subway seat might as well have been a plush mattress swathed in Egyptian cotton sheets. It wasn’t until you allowed yourself to sit back and breathe that the achiness crept in. Your lower back twinged; your shoulders and biceps remained tense from sweeping and scrubbing the shelves for so long. If you could feel your feet, they would probably hurt, too.
The yawn you let out stretched the skin on your face and brought reflexive tears to your eyes, and you wiped them away with the back of your hand.
“Tired?” Eddie asked, the question warped by a heavy yawn of his own.
You nodded, blinking a few times to keep your eyes open; your head felt like it could loll right off of your neck without warning.
Eddie shifted slightly and patted his right shoulder with his left hand. “Rest.”
“S’okay,” you mumbled, heaviness tugging at your eyelids even as you spoke. Exhaustion had its grip on you, tight enough that you barely noticed your stomach fluttering at the thought of resting on him. “I’ll just pass out when we get home.”
But he took one look at you, at the fogginess that draped over your body like a weighted cloak, and promptly vetoed that idea. “Rest,” he said again; this time, his words held a commanding air.
You clocked his concern, so unused to the way you ran yourself ragged until the kettle ran empty, until the match burned out. Another yawn escaped you, bringing a single hot tear with it, and any attempt to convince him that this was normal instantly became obsolete.
Sparing yourself the argument, you laid your head atop his shoulder. His cotton t-shirt was soft against your ear, somewhat muffling the train’s clanking and other passengers’ conversations. As quiet as the subway could be at seven o’clock in the evening.
“Our stop is—”
“I know.” The vibrations of his voice, your head so close to his throat, punctuated the reassurance. “You sleep, Heiress.”
The last thing you remembered was your grip loosening on the backpack strategically placed between your feet, your fingers unfurling from the strap as you succumbed to a dreamless sleep.
A hand on your knee gently shook you awake just as the conductor’s muffled voice announced that the train was approaching Forest Hills, and you felt a yank on your consciousness that pulled you out of your seat and towards the open doors.
“My backpack—” The icy panic that flooded your veins was enough to jar you awake. When you turned back, you saw that the train had already pulled away from the track.
“Right here.” Eddie patted the bag now slung over his shoulder. Your heart rate returned to its normal beat as relief washed over your skin, a wave crashing into the surf at high tide.
The station’s stale air covered you like a quilt, and the conductor had barely announced the grating reminder to stand clear of the closing doors before unconsciousness again hooked its claws into you.
“There ya go,” Eddie whispered when you rested your head on his shoulder once more. “Comfy?”
“Mhm.” And you were–unnervingly so. You hadn’t been this relaxed in a long time; no moment in recent memory came to mind. The questions you desperately sought answers to–why he hesitated to tell you about the concert, why he let Aunt Tam believe that he was your boyfriend–seemed utterly inconsequential.
You could vaguely feel Eddie fidgeting as you drifted in and out of consciousness, struggling to adjust his posture and avoid any unwarranted touch.
Sleep transformed your body into that of a ragdoll, slumped over and limp, moving only as the train car swayed. Your limbs felt disconnected from your torso, which was why you barely registered the urgent grasp around your wrist.
“Hmm?” You blinked awake, blurred vision sharpening to reveal Eddie’s hand holding yours. No, not holding it; he was moving it. Moving it away from the denim that creased along his inner thigh.
“Shit, I—” Humiliation stole your words, stabbed at them with its forked tongue and left you scrambling for an explanation. “I didn’t mean to.”
Eddie’s own cheeks turned a rosy pink, as though his fingers had been accidentally creeping towards the inseam of your jeans. “No, I—I know,” he stammered, clocking the horror on your face and offering a sheepish smile. Your fingertips burned where he’d touched them, where you’d touched him.
There was no way you could sleep after that, your body far too alert despite the ever-increasing weight of your eyelids. You sat up straighter; as you did, Eddie placed your backpack on his lap. When you reached for it, he shook his head and pulled back slightly, and your brows furrowed at your misinterpretation.
“I got it,” he said, a hoarseness in his voice that you weren’t able to place. “You can keep resting.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yup,” he answered too quickly, wrapping one arm around the bag and tugging it even closer to his chest. “S’all good.”
A strange tension lingered, one that differed from the anger that pulled the conversation taut during your last subway ride home together. Eddie was physically beside you, but his eyes searched the car like he was gearing up for another round of I Spy.
You needed to speak and move past the embarrassment that tethered you to silence.
“Eddie?” Your voice was a whisper, barely audible over the train’s clacking and your own internal monologue.
“Hmm?”
You swallowed. “Why didn’t you tell me about going to see your old band?”
Eddie froze, his arm still tight around your bag; for a moment, you wondered if you crossed the line.
Finally, he spoke. “Didn’t want to.”
An answer and a non-answer simultaneously, telling you to back off. But you’d be damned if you let today’s progress be soured.
“I wouldn’t have judged you.” Slowly, you let your eyes fall on him, noticing his fingers picking at a loose thread on his jeans. “You don’t have to tell me. But just so you know.”
He nodded, and you prayed he absorbed the reassurance as it traveled from your lips to his ears. His response was not what you expected, although nothing with Eddie has gone to plan thus far.
“Why haven’t you told your parents about school?”
He knocked you off-kilter despite his calm tone; surprisingly, there was no judgment from him, either. “I don’t want to disappoint them.” When Eddie just looked at you, palms open and brows raised, you realized you’d just answered your own question. “How would you seeing Death’s Echo disappoint me?”
“I dunno.” One scuffed sneaker squeaked against the floor. “I talked a big game about how the music industry is all bullshit and how I didn’t care about the band anymore, but…”
“You miss it,” you filled in.
He sucked his lips to his teeth before nodding. “I miss it,” he said with a reluctant chuckle. “I miss it so fuckin’ much.”
Exhaling a long breath, he continued. “I mean, I really don’t miss being the record label’s bitch. And I hate the thought of being a sellout. But nothing beats that adrenaline rush you get when you walk on stage and the crowd is screaming your name, or when they sing your lyrics back to you. Lyrics you wrote.”
You stayed silent for a minute, letting the heaviness of his statement sink in. Important. He felt important, wanted, needed. Without saying so, it was evident that working at the motel would never give him that same satisfaction. No amount of desecrated wasp nests or perfectly glued wallpaper could ever compare to the cheers of adoring fans.
“It’s not over, you know. Your chance to have that again.”
Eddie’s eyes locked onto yours, chocolate irises swimming with a juxtaposing combination of hope and defeat. “No one’s exactly lining up to sign me,” he said.
“They will.” You smiled, lips together. “You’re too talented to slip under the radar.”
He returned the smile, reaching out his pinky and interlocking it with yours as a thank you. You gave it a tiny pulse in recognition.
“The other night…” Eddie started. He still looked at you, but the twitch of his nose told you that it was harder to hold than before. “I shouldn’t have said that you’d treat your clients badly.”
“It’s fi—”
“It’s not.” Eddie’s voice was stern, unwavering, but not cold. “And I’m sorry.”
Your pinky remained wrapped around his. “We both said some shitty things that we didn’t mean,” you offered.
“Yeah.” The right side of his mouth turned up, not a full smile, but one filled with compassion nonetheless. “Forgive and forget?”
You cocked your head to give him a knowing look. “One other thing to know about New York women,” you said, “we might forgive, but we never forget.”
Eddie’s half-smile turned into a grin, and he leaned in closer to whisper. “Y’know, for a bookworm, you’re kind of a badass.”
Trying to ignore the now-familiar tingles that accompanied his tobacco-scented breath on your ear, you resumed your previous position of your head on his shoulder, humming in agreement. There was no hiding how pleased you felt from his praise, his newfound ability to see you beyond a singular dimension.
He peered down at you, his lips brushing your scalp. “Still tired?”
“Not really.”
He chuckled, leaning back in his seat and stretching out his legs in front of him. “Okay, then,” he murmured, and from the subtle movement in his jaw, you knew he was still smiling as he said it.
Consciousness was a drifting cloud, one that passed overhead quickly to make room for thunderous exhaustion. The storm hit the moment you walked into your room as you flung your backpack and your body onto the bed.
Your eyes didn’t flutter closed like a fairy tale princess; they snapped shut like an iron gate, impenetrable to any forces.
Including a clock radio alarm.
12:09
The digital numbers stared at you, harsh and blinding, as though they also couldn’t believe the time. The alarm you’d set for 9 PM was clearly ineffective, seeing as you were over two hours late to work.
“Shit!” Whatever spell had enchanted you instantly broke, and you jolted out of bed with such ferocity that you briefly saw stars.
You smoothed down your T-shirt from where it wrinkled against the starchy comforter. Chalky white deodorant remnants stained the black fabric, right along your ribcage, and you hastily undressed and threw on the nearest clean shirt.
Sleep tainted your tongue and dried saliva decorated the corner of your mouth, your slumber so deep that you’d drooled.
“Son of a bitch,” you grumbled, grabbing your toothbrush from its place at the sink and brushing just long enough to chase away the stale taste.
Was Mom still at the desk? Did Dad have to take over your shift? Had they both assumed you’d show up on time and left the desk unmanned for what they thought would only be a few minutes?
Your blood ran cold. Anyone could have taken a key off of the wall, could have broken into the register and taken what little money you had…
Feet flying, you push open your door and squint to adjust to the harsh hallway lighting.
Before you did anything else, you needed to apologize profusely to whatever parent had the misfortune of still being behind the desk. Offer to do some extra chores, or take on a few hours of their shift.
But that plan is stalled when you run into the lobby and see neither your mom nor your dad. Only Eddie, hunched over a stack of scribble-filled papers.
When he hears your panicked footsteps, he looks up and grins cheekily. “Morning, Sunshine.”
You would have flipped him off if it weren’t for the overwhelming relief that your mistake hadn’t burdened your parents.
“You know,” he continued, tapping his pen against his teeth, “this gig isn’t half bad. I’m almost finished with these lyrics.”
Your eyes blinked rapidly of their own accord. “Why didn’t anyone wake me up?”
Eddie snorted. He put his pen down on the desk and folded his arms across his chest. “Sweet, naive Sleeping Beauty,” he tutted, adopting a playful tone. “I knocked on the door not once, not twice, but thrice to no answer.”
“Thrice?” You raised a brow at his formal word choice.
“Thrice.” He held up three fingers and wiggled them for emphasis. “But I figured you must really need the sleep, so…” He gestured vaguely as if to say, here I am.
One foot in front of the other, right arm still crossed over the left and showing off a litter of inked bats, he sauntered over to you. “I believe this is where you thank me for saving your ass.”
He was teasing, though he did deserve your gratitude, but your mind only focused on the reason why.
“My parents—”
“Adore me,” Eddie cut in with a knowing grin. “Even gave me the whole ‘any friend of our daughter’s is a friend of ours’ spiel.”
There was that word again: friends. It rubbed you raw, salt on an open wound, and it stung even more coming from his mouth.
Eddie remained oblivious to your inner turmoil, still ranting about his successful encounter. “Maybe I should be thanking you, since this scored me some major points.”
It was a lifeline; something onto which you could latch instead of letting your thoughts spin in never-ending circles. “Well, then, you’re welcome.”
He noticed the hesitation, even without the context of its cause. “Look, you got a few extra hours of sleep and nothing happened. The place didn’t burn down, didn’t spontaneously combust, and I only accepted one bad check.”
“You what?!”
Eddie guffawed at your widened eyes. “Kidding. Besides,” he added, “you wouldn’t even know it bounced until you took it to the bank.”
“Go fuck yourself.” But the corners of your mouth turned up in a smile, betraying the annoyance you’d tried to present.
“Will do.” He gave a small salute, two fingers to his forehead, and grabbed his papers off of the desk. “But before I get to that, we need to talk about you not going to your graduation.”
For a moment, you forgot about Nora’s comment earlier that day. It seemed like weeks ago, rather than mere hours. “I can’t.”
Eddie quirked a brow. “Can’t talk about it or can’t go?”
“Both.”
He blew out a breath, equal parts frustration and disappointment. Like he was invested in this, perhaps more so than you were.
It was enough to pull a genuine explanation from you. “I can’t afford the cap and gown,” you said, “and even if I could, the ceremony starts at nine in the morning. That’s when I sleep.”
He nodded, incisors digging into his lower lip while he digested the information. “So…you’re not doing anything to celebrate?”
“Not having to drag my ass to classes anymore is celebration enough.” Until graduate school starts, you thought wryly, the sinking feeling returning to your stomach.
Eddie wasn’t accepting that answer, shaking his head so his curls were a brunette blur across his face. “No. No.” His tone was insistent, teetering on the brink of stern. “You worked hard, and you should do something fun.” He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he considered his options, his brown eyes sparkling as an idea came to him. “Let me take you out for a drink.”
“With what money?”
He scoffed playfully. “I think I can splurge on one drink. No specialty cocktails, though.” He pointed his forefinger in your direction, emphasizing his point. “And house liquor only.”
You wanted to–more than anything, you wanted to. Each weekend, you felt taunted by the sounds of friends traipsing down the street, sharing inside jokes and making memories that would either last a lifetime or be washed away with a few more beers. It was an experience you’d never had, but there was little time for friendship outside of school.
“I can’t,” you said finally, feeling just as dejected as Eddie looked. “My shifts start at ten.”
“So I’ll get you back by ten,” Eddie said with a shrug, no big deal. “And it’s one drink; ‘s not like you’re gonna be wasted.”
You hesitated before responding, your brain already churning out a thousand excuses to bail.
I’ll be too tired.
I don’t want to smell like booze when I’m working.
I have a cult meeting right before my shift.
“I…yeah, okay. I can do that.”
Eddie nearly did a double-take at your acceptance; truthfully, you surprised yourself.
“Oh, uh, yeah. Sure.” He cleared his throat and regained his composure with astonishing speed. “I’ll pick you up at 8 tomorrow?”
You shook your head. “The bars around here always overcharge on weekends. Let’s do Monday.” And maybe by then I’ll conjure up a solid escape plan.
He grinned, jogging back to the desk and grabbing his pen. “Monday…8 PM…Heiress.” You watched as he wrote the words on his palm, going over the spots where the ink flow weakened.
Eddie’s hand found yours, left fingers grasping your wrist to keep you steady, his right fingers busy decorating your skin in black ink. His tongue poked out from between his lips as he focused on writing without applying too much pressure, and you tried not to squirm whenever the pen grazed a ticklish spot.
When he pulled back, your own palm bore a near-identical message to his:
Monday 8 PM Eddie
Like you could forget.
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Thinking about Peter and Wade on a totallynotadateitsjustlunchpaldontgettooexcited date (they have those often) and wondering just how much "Aye im walkin' ere!" Rubs off on Wade.
Wade is about as New yorker as Ohions are from Ohio. This being said he's the FIRST to say that this place is shit and that we should tear it all down and start again except not with a flood, with lava (cause if we're in church* The flood aint gonna do no good, just like aunt tams tuna cassarole. That'll have ya on the toilet from cock's call to cy-yote howl**) and try again.
*If were being honest here **5 am to 5 am literally all day.
This is peters city. Born and raised. This is also Wade's city. Not born or raised but damn it New York is his and he so judges people for what bodegas they stop at and what kind of pizza they like/ how they eat it.
Wade: Why are you pattin' your pie?
Peter, patting some of the grease off his slice: You ever swing around the big apple with diarrhea? Not fun
Wade: I guess not. I still can't believe you got basil.
Peter: Look pal, I love it here and I wanna live long enough to see it.
Wade, folding his pizza and taking a bite: I don't.
Peter, folding his pizza too: I know you don't. It's why you eat all that grease.
Logan, because he's here too: He's going to complain later about his stomach hurting
Peter, staring, insulted as he watches Logan cut his pizza with his claws:....
Wade:...What the fuck are you doing?
Logan: what?
Peter: I cant believe you did that.
Wade: Im so sorry. Hes so embaressing. Look gramps, You don't cut up your pizza, 'kay? Now throw that garbage to the dog and ill get ya another.
Puppins: 😋
Logan, eating the now cut up pieces: I like it.
Puppins: 😞
Wade, putting a hand on peters shoulder: Im so sorry you had to see that. I don't know whats gotten into him lately.
Peter: I don't risk my life for this city just for someone to do this
Wade: *pats him*: I know I know.
Logan: Im not eating my pizza like a taco. That defeats the purpose. If you wanted a taco you should have gotten one.
Wade: You aren't invited to my spiderman themed birthday party if you're just going to keep embarrassing me.
Logan: *eyeroll* you guys are so drimatic.
#sassy ADULT spiderman my beloved#spideypool#poolverine#old man logan LMAO#new york pizza#mary puppins#peter parker#spiderman#the amazing spider man#deadpool and wolverine#logan howlett#deadpool#wade wilson#deadpool 3#wolverine#how do you like your pizza?#sliced or folded?#pizza pie#pizza!!!#deadclaws
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Kotlc and the inherent tragedy of siblings, and the way siblings define one's identity. Dex being the baby of the friend group while also being the tragic older sibling. Fitz being the older "responsible" one while also having a tragic older sibling. Sophie having a sister she's never met and another she lived with for nine years and yet being a sibling isn't a part of her identity and she and Amy are still tragic. Biana being defined by her brothers and yet being more of her own person than either of them while being the youngest. Juline and Edaline staying friends as adults and being defined as mothers and wives more than siblings or aunts, and who don't even share a last name anymore. Kesler being let down by society, and who was probably let down just as much by five older siblings. Tam and Linh who couldn't escape bad luck but at least they never lost eachother, until they did.
#kotlc#keeper of the lost cities#shannon messenger#if y'all know any books that center siblings please lemme know bc from a literature pov siblings have so much potential bc they occupy such#a weird societal position
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Anticipated Upcoming New Releases
Anticipated by Me. Asterisk for titles where I haven't read anything by the author previously (ie sounds cool but unvetted)
*Hammajang Luck, Makana Yamamoto (14 January). In a far-future world, a thief is approached by the partner who betrayed her for one last job just after getting out of a prison planet on early parole.
Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales, Heather Fawcett (11 February). Book three of a series, in which Emily deals with the repercussions of being engaged to a faerie king.
Wooing the Witch Queen, Stephanie Burgis (18 February). Romantasy in which an evil sorceress queen gets catfished by a disguised imperial archduke pretending to be a librarian in a gaslamp setting.
The Tomb of Dragons, Katherine Addison (11 March). Reportedly actually coming out this year! In book 3 of the series, Thara Celehar investigates a case involving an old cemetery and a miner's group.
A Gentleman's Gentleman, TJ Alexander (11 March). Alexander sticks their nose into the Regency genre with this t4t lord/valet romance.
*Murder by Memory, Olivia Waite (18 March). A sci-fi mystery novella set on a generation ship, where a ship's detective investigates a mysterious murder.
*Aunt Tigress, Emily Yu-Xuan Qin (18 March). Reformed monster Tam investigates the murder of her aunt in Chinese folklore inspired urban fantasy Canada.
A Drop of Corruption, Robert Jackson Bennett (1 March). Sequel. Our Sherlock Holmes coded detective investigates the disappearance of a treasury officer with the help of her trusty assistant in a complex secondary fantasy world.
Don't Sleep With The Dead, Nghi Vo (8 April). Vo returns to the fantasy Great Gatsby setting with this novella from the POV of Nick Carraway post-novel events.
*The Gentleman and His Vowsmith, Rebecca Ide (15 April). An accidentally falling in love with your wedding vendor by during your arranged marriage book, now with a locked mansion murder mystery.
Advocate, Daniel M Ford (22 April). Book three of a series. Insufferable lesbian necromancer Aelis is summoned back to the capital to investigate an accusation against her former teacher.
Saint Death's Herald, CSE Cooney (22 April). Sequel to my particular favorite Saint Death's Daughter. Lanie Stones must contain her murderously ambitious (and dead) great grandfather before he conquers the world.
Ascension, ST Gibson (13 May). Sequel to Evocation about the contentious urban fantasy wizard polycule.
The Incandescent, Emily Tesh (13 May). A professor at a magical academy deals with some troublesome demons. (I'm VERY excited for this one)
The Mercy Makers, Tessa Gratton (17 June). Criminal heiress Iriset uses her ability to create magical disguises to infiltrate the palace and free her father, insinuating herself into the lives of the emperor and his sister in the process.
Last Night Before the War Was Won, Emily Skrutskie (24 June). Two redshirts unexpectedly don't die in a fantasy apocalypse after a band of plucky heroes intervene, forcing them to contemplate their one last night stand.
The Memory Hunters, Mia Tsai (29 July). Secondary world academia about using memory magic powers for archaeology.
Hemlock & Silver, T Kingfisher (19 August). A retelling of Snow White from the point of view of a healer trying to cure the poisoned princess.
#it's a fun challenge to try to get these summaries down to one sentence#this is very early for next year releases and I know I'm definitely missing something#multiple somethings#so I will be coming back to update this#on the tbr#watch me daringly release my list three months before the tordotcom first half new releases post
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More of these gals! i can't physically stop drawing lesbians, i am spiraling! :)
what's a fem Demoman's class name? would she call herself Demowoman, or Demoman still? Demolass? Just Demo? (((If i hear 'femoman' i am going to throw up)))
blu wears a blue tam o' shanter--which i gather is no more feminine than masculine, but i think would be more comfortable for longer hair than a skullcap--and red wears a red plaid scarf because I wanted something reminiscent of an earasaid. she's so liquor aunt!!!
#tf2#tf2 fanart#tf2 art#tf2 demoman#demoman#fem demo#fem fortress#team fortress 2#team fortress 2 fanart
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The Butterfly Effect
Chptr 17
It's been a while since I've last updated this fic, but here it is - the next chapter of The Butterfly Effect. Hope you enjoy! And thanks for everyone's lovely support with this story. Hopefully it won't be as long before the next chapter is out 🤞
No major tags for this one - minor angst, whump and a bit of family fluff thrown in!
💙💚🧡💛💜🐦🔥🚒
John was torn. Torn between all those who needed him. Torn between duty and love. But, in the end, the choice was easy. His place was on the GDF carrier headed for Auckland, at the side of his brothers and Grandmother.
The post-mission clean up (if it could indeed be called that), the press, and the rest of the world waiting on them, would simply have to manage. God knows, he was having to.
Hauling himself aboard, he gently touched the painted name of the carrier, before finding a vacant seat next to Tam.
"Welcome aboard!" Colonel Casey greets, over the sounds of the engines, and flicking of buttons.
Val had been good to them. As soon as she had a functional comms line up and working, she'd taken the initiative to pull strings with a number of contacts. Phoenix would be allowed the time off from their regular civilian jobs back home to help with getting International Rescue back onto their feet, if they so wished.
It was a unanimous 'yes.'
"We're here for as long as you need us," her words held a warmth befitting her honorary Aunt status. She'd squeezed his shoulder, before brushing a stray lock of hair out of Scott's face.
"Thanks," John sighed, with a gratitude that somehow furthered his exhaustion.
Although it was in the world's best interest to see International Rescue functioning again, as swiftly as possible; it was good to know that people had their backs when the chips were down.
Val made her way to the front of the carrier and a flutter of garish Hawaiian fabric filled the seat.
Gordon peered over the eldest brother.
"Hey there, Bird Bath! How's the head?"
A groan, but Scott's eyes remained shut.
"Gords..."
"The one and only!"
Scott could hear his brother's Cheshire Cat grin.
"As your brother, I feel it's my duty to tell you that that landing was...*raspberry* stinko, awful...I've seen Rigby land better!" He gave a thumbs down.
"Ah, save it! Yours is the one Thunderbird that doesn't fly," Rigby deadpanned, from the cockpit.
"Make him stop," Scott's hoarse whisper is mainly levied at John, but entreats any and all who can hear him.
"Gladly. Just tell me how," John smirks, finally letting his shoulders drop a fraction.
"Ah, don't be like that... Hey, I know what'll cheer you both up!"
"No."
"A good ole sea shanty!" Gordon whips out his pocket device.
"Veto."
"Aww, really John? Not even, 'Leave her Johnny, leave her?'"
"Especially not that."
"Fine. I've got you..."
A moment passes as Gordon scrolls, then taps; and the hangar bursts into song.
"Eurovision!"
Virgil reopens his eyes to the sounds of...wait, is that Conchita Wurst?
Oh God, Gordon - Rise Like a Phoenix...really? Phoenix. This was definitely Gordon's taste in music - and humour.
Virgil doesn't remember being hover-stretchered to the hangar, but it's good to hear the voices of his family once more.
"Stop your fussing. I'm fine,"
"I'll be the judge of that Mrs. Tracy."
"Matthew Eric Jones!" Grandma starts.
"She middle named me! Did y'hear that Mac? She middle named me!"
"Oooh! Now you're in for it!" Gordon's chimes in, clearly enjoying his inflight entertainment.
"I was a doctor-"
"-And now you're my patient. So, unless you're going to sign an AMA form, you'll sit back nicely, and let me do my job."
"Oooh, I like him." Grandma's voice concedes. "Fine. But if they keep me in, you're bringing the treats! And none of this basket of grapes rubbish. I'm talking chocolate and brandy - neat."
"It's a hospital, Grandma." John's voice reasons.
"And?"
"And you should know - better than most, that they're not gonna let us bring that in for you."
Grandma goes to fold her arms, then winces, with a concealed hiss.
"John. Kid. I'm old! Just stick it in a sippy cup and call it apple juice - they'll never know the difference!"
"Stop tryna...get John...into trouble."
It's a wonderful sound, hearing the deep rumble of baritone. Sally can feel a secondary tightness - one she could not attribute to her injury, leave her broken ribcage.
"Eh. Twas worth a shot." She offers up a warm smile, knowing he cannot see it - both her eldest grandsons sporting large foam trauma blocks; but she hopes he can hear the sentiment within her voice.
"Nice to have you back in the land of the living, kid!"
#thunderbirds are go#thunderfam#thunderbirds fanfiction#scott tracy#virgil tracy#john tracy#gordon tracy#grandma tracy#oc jonesy#colonel casey#the butterfly effect
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I’ve been thinking a lot about Tamlin’s family and a lot of the unnamed characters that we get descriptions and bits, but we never get names or characteristics and since I’ve been thinking about writing about Tamlin’s family I thought I would do just that.
Tamlin’s Father - Cernunnos: Associated with nature, fertility, and the wilderness, Cernunnos is a powerful and enigmatic deity often depicted with antlers.
Tamlin’s Mother - Eithne: This name means “kernel” or “grain” in Gaelic and is associated with fertility and the springtime growth of crops.
Tamlin’s Brother - Torin: Derived from the Gaelic word “tor,” meaning “hill,” Torin could represent the rugged landscapes of the Scottish countryside and its connection to the forest.
Tamlin’s Brother - Lachlan: Derived from the Gaelic word “lach,” meaning “lake,” Lachlan could symbolize the interconnectedness of the forest and its surrounding bodies of water.
I think everyone in the fandom knows that Tamlin is based off of Tam Lin who is a character from Scottish folklore. He is the hero of the ballad “Tam Lin,” which tells the story of a young man who is captured by the Queen of the Fairies, but is eventually rescued by his true love, Janet. So these names are inspired by Scottish folklore and Gaelic which refers to the language and cultural traditions of the Gaels, an ethnic group native to Scotland. So this includes elements of Gaelic culture but also draws from other cultural influences. Many Scottish folklore stories and legends have roots in Gaelic mythology and oral tradition, and Gaelic language and culture have played a significant role in shaping Scottish folklore over the centuries.
Now these characters that I’m adding are a personal headcanon on more of Tamlin’s family as I said in a previous post that I felt like he had a sister and @wingsdippedingold said that he definitely had a lot of female cousins which I agree with.
Tamlin’s Sister - Aileana: Derived from the Gaelic word for “green,” Aileana could symbolize the lushness and renewal of springtime landscapes.
Tamlin’s Cousin - Moira/Mòrag: Meaning “great” or “magnificent” in Gaelic, Moira or Mòrag could represent the awe-inspiring beauty of spring and the awakening of nature.
Tamlin’s Cousin - Elspeth: Meaning “God’s promise” in Scottish Gaelic, Elspeth could symbolize the renewal and hope associated with springtime.
Tamlin’s Cousin - Isla: Meaning “island” in Scottish Gaelic, Isla could represent the interconnectedness of land and sea in the natural world.
Tamlin’s Cousin - Lileas: This name is a Scottish variant of Lilias, derived from the Latin word for “lily.” It could symbolize purity, beauty, and the blossoming of flowers in the spring.
Now there are no names specifically opposite to Eithne, which is what I wanted for Tamlin’s aunt and Tamlin’s Mothers sister so I chose a name instead that could serve as complementary figures in Scottish folklore, representing different aspects of femininity, light, and darkness.
Tamlin’s Aunt - Catriona: A Gaelic form of Catherine, Catriona could symbolize grace, elegance, and refinement, contrasting with Eithne’s association with the wild and untamed aspects of nature.
Tamlin’s Uncle - Herne: A ghostly figure associated with the forest and hunting, Herne the Hunter is a mysterious presence in Scottish folklore.
#tell me your thoughts though i would love to see opinions#just thoughts to be honest#acotar#tamlin#tamlin’s father#tamlin’s mother#tamlin’s brothers#family tree#sarah please just give us names#i’m begging at this point#pro tamlin
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Part 3 with Baby sea
-Peem and Sea were painting together, Sea was sitting on peem's lap, peem slowly guiding him and teaching him. They were smiling and giggling while painting. Phum was working on his assignment across the room, glancing at them occasionally, smiling as he saw them getting along. He got a text from Tan saying he is coming over with beer and mick.
- "Peem, Beer and mick are coming over with Tan." Phum said as he walked towards them. Concerned for Sea, although Sea was no longer scared like before, he still wasn't sure how he would feel near new faces. "Sea, Phi's friends are coming over with P'Tan, Do you wanna go out with P'Peem? Or do you wanna stay home?" Phum asked, giving him options cause he knew Sea had trouble deciding on his own. He preferred having options to chose from.
"Go with p'peem..." Sea mumbled quitely, He didn't feel like interacting with new people. However that was proven a wrong choice. Peem took Sea to aunt pui's cafe, wanting to show his paintings to Sea. However, while he was sitting with Sea having milkshake, Chainpun and Qtoey walked in to meet peem.
-Sea immediately hid behind peem's legs. Peem was also a bit shocked. So were Qtoey and chainpun, Pun and Q bombarded Peem with questions about the kid. Their loud voice scared Sea a little, especially cause he really didn't want to meet new people. He wanted his p'phum. He whimpered, tugging on peem's pants.
-Peem shut them up quickly and carried Sea. "Hey it's okay nong" He tried to reassure Sea. He quickly texted phum with one hand while holding Sea in other, who was now hiding his face in his neck, holding him tightly. Qtoey and chainpun stood their shocked and silently. Within 10 mins, A car pulled over and Phum ran inside the cafe.
-Phum was really worried, he knew the experience very well. He didn't blame peem or anyone per say. He walked over to peem and Sea. Taking a hold of Sea. "Shh, P'Phum is here, Sea.." He mumbled words of reassurance in sea's ears as he held the boy close. "Why don't you take him to my room, I will handle here..." Phum nodded his head and walked away to peem's room with Sea. Comforting the kid.
-Peem and Tan explained the others about Sea and how he is with peemphum now. Qtoey and chainpun apologized for coming uninvited. "It's okay guys, you didn't knew...." peem reassured them.
-they all were sitting and chatting, after a while phum walked out with Sea who was walking behind him. Holding his hands, looking better than before. Phum went and sat in between Peem and Tan. Sea climbing in his lap and hiding his face in phum's chest.
-Peem slowly introduced chainpun and Qtoey to Sea. They all waved at Sea and got a small wave back. It was a progress, phum thought. Tam introduced Beer and mick. Once the introduction was over, they all just sat their, Talking to one another, Phum and Sea sat their silently. Phum reassured them it's okay to ignore them. Sea was just observing everyone. Giggling quitely in between sometimes.
- "Phi.." Sea called out, tugging at phum's clothes. Phum looked down at him "Yes, nong". "Sleepy..." Sea said,followed by a yawn. "Let's stay here tonight, take him to my room" peen said, patting sea's head who was dozing off on phum's shoulder. "Yea.." Phum stood up, carrying Sea to peem's room after bidding the others goodbye and good night.
-others left after a while. Tan being the last to leave, teasing peem a little before leaving. Peem walked in his room. Smiling at the sight of peem and Sea cuddled up on his bed, Sea in middle, left side phum and right side empty for him. The bed was a little small for all three of them but peem was used to that. Seeing phum and Sea he remembered tan's words, "You three look like a family, Papa Phum, Dada Peem and little baby Sea..." It was a harmless joke but it light up something inside peem. The thought of starting family with phum. The thought of Sea calling them papa and Dada...it was very surreal. He quickly brushed off those thoughts and got in bed, kissing both his babies on their forehead and cuddling them to sleep.
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District AU:
What was Lucy Gray/the covey’s strategy for raising kids in the wilderness without getting caught by the public eye? (Also what was the covey’s opinion/reaction to finding out Lucy Gray was pregnant?)
(Did they encourage dirt eating to “build up a tolerance”)
Good question, I don’t think they had a strategy at first with each single member trying to make it till next month dragging Lucy Gray along the way. Each incoming child had to be taught and excluded from the same thing, which was going out into the district towns. In the book they lived at the edge of the Seam near the forest edge if I recall correctly, I have no idea how it is with neighbors, idk if they have any, in the movie they don’t seem to have they are surrounded by the meadow and trees (On set pics show some kind of run down trailers they call the “covey nest” which I adore…4 hour cut where are you my beloved) So I don’t think people would notice or care about little wild gremlins running around or Lucy Gray giving birth where nobody goes voluntarily anyway.
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Upon her revealing it to the covey there were some mixed reactions about the reveal, especially with Tam Amber and Barb Azure being the oldest having the most worried ones. Lucy Gray insisted on keeping it a secret for the babies sake with the two oldest Covey members agreeing. The one with the most reaction variety was Barb Azure, while Maude Ivory and CC thinking about names, where to put a little crib, colors, new and old lullabies or if the babe would like goat milk.
Meanwhile Barb Azure being wooried about:
Food shortage, Lucy Gray now needs to eat for two and later be able feed the little one
Performances, if they want to keep this a secret Lucy Gray has to step out at some point and even then its risky
Billy Taupe who tries to get her back with an angry pissed Mayfair on his trail who goes lengths to hurt Lucy Gray
Medical assistance
Birth in itself and where with who
Potentially also Lucy Grays lingering ptsd since the games maybe the little critters improve it
Don’t get me wrong she is just worried and scared for her cousin, but whatever Lucy Gray chooses for herself Barb Azure will be there to support her with the challenges laying ahead (She’s a great aunt by the way).
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Lucy Gray: please don’t tell HIM a thing, Coriolanus will turn Panem upside down trying to get back here
Barb Azure: what? Oh no sweetheart don’t worry about that I won’t tell him a thing…WE wont tell him a thing, I promise.
Lucy Gray: *sigh of relief* thank you
Barb Azure: especially not before I shot him myself….where are those riffles at Lucy Gray-
Lucy Gray: Barb Azure NO-
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Also yes absolutely, especially Clementine the little stomach bug was trying to eat everything that she could get her hands on, especially grasshoppers from the meadow. Rosalyn tried to eat flowers or grass and Cedar is definitely a dirt babe. Builds character and resistance.
#tbosas#snowbaird#lucy gray baird#someone get Barb Azure a riffle#nevermind she found one#disctrict family au go brrrrrrr
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I still have yet to finish ep. 4 of Naughty Babe because I keep getting side-tracked by pronoun choices, the tiger symbolism, the color-coding, and my draft about Yi and his name(s). Since it's all starting to merge in my head, I figured I'd at least attempt to combine the easy ones for a start:
More pronouns (and some names)
Disclaimer: not a native speaker of Thai, still learning 🙏
Diao's father: Sattha ศรัทธา /sat thaa/ = faith, belief; have faith/confidence
- calls himself อา /aa/ = lit. younger sibling of father; uncle - calls Yi: คุณอี้ /khun Yi/ = Mr. Yi; Yi is his nickname - calls Diao: คนเดียว /Kondiao/ = Diao's full nickname
Diao's stepmother: Orn อร /awn/ = beautiful (woman); make happy
- calls herself น้า /naa/ = lit. younger sibling of mother; aunt - calls Yi คุณอี้ /khun Yi/
Diao's younger siblings: Tam and Tem แทม & เทม /taem & tem/ = I don't know that these hold meaning, might be shortened from something like Tambourine, Thames etc. or they've just been given these nicknames because they sound good together
- call Diao พี่เดียว /phi Diao/ = lit. older sibling; polite, used for anyone older - call Yi เฮีย(อี้) /hia (Yi)/ = lit. older brother; polite, of Chinese origin, and used for an older male, it's how Diao, Kuea and Yi's sisters all call him
Yi's father: Makorn มกร /ma gawn/ = dragon, sea monster
- calls Diao น้องเดียว /nong Diao/ = used to address any younger person; calling someone nong+[name] reads as affectionate - calls himself ป๊า/ป๋า /bpaa/ with Diao and with Yi generally only when Diao is present lol = dad, Pa -> Diao uses these reciprocally, so Makorn ป๊า/ป๋า /bpaa/ and himself น้องเดียว /nong Diao/ which is so endearing
- calls Yi มึง /mueng/ = rude informal 2nd person pronoun - calls himself กู /guu/ with Yi = rude informal 1st person pronoun -> these are the same pronouns Yi and Lian use with each other for example -> Yi calls his dad ป๊า/ป๋า /bpaa/ and himself ผม /pom/ = polite male 1st person pronoun
Yi's younger sisters: Ing-Ing Chatchada * อิงอิง ฉัตรชฎา * Aun-Aun Chatchanok * อันอัน ฉัตรชนก * ฉัตร /chat/ = a type of royal regalia shaped like a multi-tiered umbrella + ชฎา /cha daa/ = a headdress used in Thai classical dance and theater + ชนก /cha nok/ = father *the sisters' last name(s) are unknown afaik
- call Yi เฮีย /hia/ - Aun-Aun calls Diao พี่ธชา /phi Tacha/ that one time = Tacha is Diao's first name
Aun-Aun, Ing-Ing, and Yi-Yi
Yi Phayak Chatdecha Chen อี้ พยัคฆ์ ฉัตรเดชา เฉิน พยัคฆ์ /pha yak/ = tiger + เดชา /deh chaa/= power, heat เฉิน /chen/ = a common Chinese surname
Kuea and Diao think he's lost his marbles because he just went /ee ing ing an an/ as if he's making baby babbling noises lmao until Kuea realizes that Chinese nicknames commonly use reduplication and all three nicknames go together... almost like they're siblings haha... who'd have thunk, what a funny misunderstanding, hia Yi 🫠
Yi-Yi is delightfully cutesy for Mr. tiger himself, no?
ผมฉายาพยัคฆ์กระดูกเหล็ก /pom chaa yaa pha yak gra dook lek/ = I'm called the iron-bone tiger!
Sure, honey.
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