#'thats a little late leah'

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Zeb Wells I'm in your walls because what the actual fuck is this shit???

Because it definitely isn't something Spiderman whose gone out of his way to visit fans dying of cancer or other medical conditions or tried to save a homeless girl who was a fan of him only to be too late, would say.

[wileys-russo]

leah being described as strict gave me a thought:

imagine dating her (the team knows) and since she’s captain and takes her role very serious, you get into trouble for not listening and talking to someone else on the team while you’re supposed to be doing drills and she makes you do a few extra drills which you’re obviously not happy about

so after trainings done and you’re at home with her you refuse to hold her hand or let her hug you and say that you’re too sore from the extra drills she made you do which Leah does not appreciate and it ends with her just grabbing you anyway until you give in since you secretly wanted to hug her and were just throwing a little tantrum

thank you if you do write it 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

drill sergeant II l.williamson

"ky there is literally no way thats possible." you scoffed with a shake of your head, sat in your cubby next to hers as the girl was avidly recounting how she built a house of cards last night using 101 cards.

"ask teyah!" kyra nodded as her eyes searched the room for her blonde roommate. "she's already doing her program in the gym." alessia chuckled on your other side, also doubtful of the young australians tall tale.

"i did do it, i'm being serious swear!" kyra whined with an annoyed huff as both you and alessia shared a look. "well its like the little boy who cried wolf. maybe if you lied less we'd be more inclined to believe you!" you grinned as clapping sounded.

"get movin girls! pitch in two minutes or its a fine and laps." your girlfriend shouted, clapping her hands as there was a thunder of cleats clicking against the floor as you and alessia scrambled to tug your own boots on, kyra darting off.

"if we get laps because of her big mouth-" the blonde striker huffed, standing to her feet having gotten her laceless boots on in milliseconds as you hurried to tie your own laces.

"relax lessi! i've got the girlfriend card to play and you get protection as the best friend of the girlfriend." you grinned, jumping up and slinging an arm over her shouder.

"future maid of honour of the girlfriend!" alessia reminded with a wag of her finger as you pushed her hand away with a grin and both beelined it out of the change rooms.

unfortunately for you two you were the last to the pitch, and with kimmy out with a flare up in an old hamstring injury it left leah to run the pack beneath jonas who would be a little late this morning due to a meeting.

"right you two. thats a ten pound fine and a lap then stretch, if you're not back in five its another!" leah barely glanced at the two of you as alessia groaned loudly and you stared at your girlfriend in disbelief.

"clocks started girls, move it!" she called seriously over her shoulder as alessia sighed in defeat and started to run, you eventually following after her as leah continued to ignore your looks sent her way as she focused on warm ups.

"so about that girlfriend card?" alessia shot you an unimpressed look as you rolled your eyes. "declined!" you huffed, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence as you saved your breath and jogged the pitch.

it appeared you'd returned just in time as leah sent you both a nod and gestured for the pair of you to stretch, turning her back to converse with kelly who'd just arrived to help out. kyra sent the two of you a guilty smile as alessia's blue eyes shot daggers her way and you couldn't help but smile.

"leave her be she didn't mean any harm less." you chuckled, knocking your shoulder into alessia but a little harder than intended, and given your best friend was horizontally challenged she was sent tumbling to the ground accidentally taking frida down with her who in turn grabbed onto lia who joined the small pile up.

"oi! whats going on?" leah was there within seconds with a scowl as laughter errupted from the team and the three girls helped one another up, alessia's face burning bright red as she shoved you.

"you two, lap again! grow up." leah scolded, returning back to kellys side as your jaw dropped. "for fuck sakes." you grumbled under your breath, alessia sprinting off this time as you jogged, making sure to send your girlfriend a look which she seemingly stared right through as if you weren't there.

that made you frown, then lost in your own thoughts you hadn't realised alessia had long finished, choosing to sprint it to get it over with faster as by the time you returned everyone had already paired off for drills.

which of course, left you with leah.

"next time you dawdle its sit ups, come on." the blonde nodded, tapping a ball your way as you mocked her under your breath but followed, the two of you completing the drill in silence.

normally the taller girl would be talking your ear off as she had been ever since she was able to touch grass again, elated to finally be back with the team.

you weren't sure where the disconnect had grown from, as she was her usual self all morning, in the car ride over here and at team breakfast. yet here she was barely able to look at you without shaking her head in annoyance and it begun to grate at you.

things seemed to worsen throughout the session as time after time leah would use you as an example for simple comments or mistimed mistakes which would normally be overlooked or a warning.

it wasn't just you who would be punished, a lot of the girls settled into their own extra drills with a sigh as they were called out for slacking off or chatting, but it felt personal as it seemed leahs eyes were constantly watching and waiting for you to slip up.

you tried your very best to take them on the chin and tell yourself she was just doing her job as stand in captain, you knew she'd been nervous at taking back the mantle up with having had so much time off due to her injury, but you'd had weeks of training with her now without any issues.

"oi! did i say run your legs or run your mouths? 30 push ups, the pair of you!" leah yelled as kyra jabbed her fingers into your sides making you laugh loudly and tell her off, your face falling as kyra sighed and dropped to her stomach.

"leah she just poked me, thats hardly a contact violation or a reason to punish either of us. lay off would you!" you rolled your eyes, having had enough of the little comments and gestured for kyra to stand up, the australian looking nervously between you and leah.

"no kyra keep going. you too, drop!" leah warned crossing her arms over her chest and staring you down as the two of you locked eyes unwavering. but with a few murmured warnings to let it go from your teammates and you dropped, grumbling angrily under your breath as you went.

by the time you'd finished it was time for a round robin of games, something leah thankfully would only be a participant in as jonas and the coaching staff took the reigns.

focusing in on the game you tried to use it to let out the last of the frustration toward your girlfriend which was bubbling just below the surface, pushing hard as you could to score which paid off.

"get in, super boot strikes again!" you couldn't help but grin as beth jumped onto your back as your team won their final game, jogging around and twirling her for a moment before placing her back down on her feet.

training called for the day you ignored the smile sent your way by leah as she approached you, turning on your heel and hurrying to wedge yourself inbetween lotte and alessia, slinging your arms over their shoulders.

"lift me!" you demanded hanging off of them and causing all three of you to slam down into the ground, a tangle of sweaty limbs and laughter as you all peeled yourself off one another. "you do that every time and every time you never learn it doesn't work!" lotte groaned rubbing her neck as the three of you wandered into the change rooms.

"or the two of you need to learn how to lift me!" you grinned latching on and swinging between them as again all three of you tumbled to the ground.

"you are the worst." alessia groaned causing you to reach out and smack her, lotte standing with an amused roll of her eyes as the pair of you rolled around for a minute, the other girls stepping over you as if you both weren't there.

"practicing your wrestling are we babe? wrong sport i think." you looked up to meet leahs eyes and let go of alessia, standing to your feet and brushing the dust off your training uniform, choosing not to make a comment and striding over to your cubby.

your girlfriend gave you a strange look but just put it down to you being tired, waiting patiently for you to shower and change. "ready?" the blonde asked with a smile, sat at your locker and twirling her keys around her finger.

you blanked her once again, reaching past her to grab your bag, accidentally smacking her in the head with it as you turned and strode out of the change rooms. rubbing her head with a frown leah looked at alessia for help who held her hands up mumbling she wasn't getting involved before leah hurried after you.

you must have sprinted your way out of colney because she didn't catch you until she arrived at her car where you stood waiting, arms crossed and sunglasses covering your eyes. normally you'd wait for her to open the door for you, rewarding her with a kiss and a joke about chivarly.

but the moment leah unlocked her car you were sat right inside, tossing your bag on the backseat and shrinking away from her, pushing her hand away as it rested on your thigh as normal.

"alright whats wrong? why are you being like this?" leah scowled in confusion and annoyance at your dismissive behavior. much to her continued frustration you ignored her, busying yourself with your phone as leah sighed and shook her head, driving off none the less.

every attempt at conversation ignored leah gave up, drowned out by your continued turning up of the radio as you stared out the window.

finally arriving back to your shared home you were just as fast to exit the car as enter, grabbing your bag and wrestling your keys out, letting yourself in as leah followed behind.

"right, thats it!" the blonde huffed as you slung the door shut in her face, yanking it open and storming in after you. "whats up your ass then?" leah snatched the remote from you and held it out of reach, raising an eyebrow clearly expecting a response.

when she didn't get one, the anger faded.

"babe!" leah whined, throwing her head back with a groan. "i miss you, gimme a cuddle cmon." leah flopped herself basically on top of you as you pushed her off and tucked your limbs into your body.

"baby!' leah groaned again, trying to yank your arms open to settle into them. "sorry i'm a bit tired from the laps and the sit ups and the sprints and push ups the stand in gaffa had me doing for no reason!" you finally snapped, shooting her a glare and scooting your body away from hers.

realizing now why you were behaving this way leahs lips curled into a smile which only furthered your infatuation with her. "stop giving me that stupid fucking smirk before i smack it off your face!" you warned, leahs grin growing as she raised her eyebrows as if to challenge you to even try.

"oh babe, you cannot seriously be mad at me over that?" leah chuckled, scooting her body closer as you tried to expand the distance but having reached the end of the sofa you were stuck.

"over that? leah you singled me out, picked on me and didn't get off my ass the entire session, and for the most stupid shit!" you seethed, your girlfriend grabbing your legs and tugging them into her lap.

"you were mucking about love and you had plenty of warnings." leah smiled, fingers tracing lines up and down your calves as you huffed and stared away from her. "didn't we long ago make an agreement about not letting our relationship affect us on the pitch?" the blonde continued.

"whats that got to do with anything?" "well, it would mean that i don't give you any special treatment." "the way you singled me out today sure felt like special treatment!"

"baby-" you didn't give her the chance to finish, kicking her hands away and swinging yourself to your feet, thumping off to the kitchen. "oi, stop running away before you let me finish." leah followed after you, watching as you rummaged through the fridge still ignoring her.

"if i give you special treatment and let you get away with-" once again you didn't let her finish, ducking under her arm and returning to the living room, flicking on the tv and shoving the remote into your pocket.

it was only a few seconds before the grinning blonde blocked your view, staring down at you as you met her eyeline with a glare and averted your eyes.

"if i treat you any differently than the other girls just because we're together, i'd be a bad captain. its the same at england camps and i've never once heard you complain!" leah continued as you stayed silent once more.

you were surprised as she seemingly gave in and sat down beside you, though of course that was a generous assumption as instead your girlfriend switched tactics to gain your attention.

"fuck off." you mumbled after her foot dug into your hip for the fifth time, shoving her legs aggressively away from you making the defender smirk. "no, give me attention." leahs legs swung repeatedly into your lap as you continued to push them off.

as time passed by without leah having any success her amused smile melted into a frown of frustration. "fine, you leave me no choice!" leah suddenly stood and before you could even blink her hands were wedging under your arms and tossing you over her shoulder.

"leah put me down!" you smacked her back with your hands as she carried you upstairs with ease. "stop ignoring me, you're bein childish." leah threw you down onto the bed, crawling on top of you before you could move.

"i'm being childish!" you scoffed in disbelief with a roll of your eyes. "glad you agree babe." leah grinned as you shot her a glare. "now since we're home and captain williamson is still at colney, how about your girlfriend gives your poor tired legs a massage?" leah smiled, propping her head up on her hand.

"its a massive turn off to hear you talk about yourself in the third person." "leah disagrees."

you tried to hold back a smile at that but you cracked, the corners of your mouth curling upward. "leah see's that little smile, can't hide from her." your girlfriend beamed, kissing all over your face as you gave in with a sigh, unable to really be mad at her anymore when she was her normal charmingly sweet self.

"girlfriend leah is still very happy to give you a massage baby girl." "stop!" you gave a half groan half laugh at her repeated use of her own name.

"i'll take the massage though, least you can do after picking on me all day." you frowned, pouting your lips upward as your girlfriend who knew you all too well ducked down to press her own against them for a moment.

"my poor baby, picked on by her big bad mean captain." the blonde cooed mockingly once she'd pulled away, squeezing your cheeks between her hand.

"yeah she's awful, so stern and rigid and uptight. sort of miss when she was sidelined and her coaching wasn't so hands on!" you sighed, squealing as leahs slender fingers dug into your ribs for the comment.

"oh i'll show you just how hands on i can really be my girl."

[leah2eroes]

hi ∅!! how's it goin? rolls over and paws at u :3c

sorry for the late response i uh wasnt around

hi wyrm. im gettin there. things kinda fuckin suck rn and leah doesnt talk about it much but we're pullin through. my sleep schedule is totally fucked and shit feels a little monotonous rn, but thats just the way things are right now. i did just eat a sugar waffle so i guess its not the end of the world

reluctantly reaching out to pet you. youre sweet.

[almostpoetic0-0]

I JUST WANT ANNABETH TO LOOK LIKE SHE LOOKS IN THE BOOKS. THAT’S REALLY IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I wanted Percy that way too)

It’s honestly not that deep!!!!!!!!!!!

I second this

I know I'm veryyyy late, but I saw the show and they changed her personality I couldn't see her as Annabeth (they made her mean in a way I didn't feel she was in the books) which definitely is the writer's fault NOT LEAHS. I will point out that Leah acts more like Annabeth in interviews than in the actual show I also have a problem with how outspoken Grover is when we know he was a scaredy cat (or satyrs Hehe) abt anything God-related and was terrified of them in the books and slowly got over it not like in the show how he gets info/girlbosses Ares in the show???.

In general, I also found the show boring as a "book purist" as in some places it was too dark or did not look good enough for a budget of 15 million and I didn't really find the story or action griping as well the actors did a great job it was just the writing in most places.

I wouldn't have minded if they made Percy black or other POC (he would have still had black hair at least) because that didn't really matter to the story however, I would like to point out that Annabeth's dad is a descendant of Nordic heritage. This is explained better in the post below. This post has its negatives (like its tone at some points) but the main theme can still be identified.

I would like to add that Annabeth can be portrayed however u imagined in your brain She can be black or white or Asian even, but all these races can have blond hair (naturally or wigs or dyes or the protective hairstyles seen in many communities) and since she is a child of a Greek god, she can also have grey eyes.

I also sincerely do not appreciate how every fanart now has blond Percy (I HATE BLOND PERCY) no offense to the creators of the art or Walker but I can never see him as Percy that's what Will solace or even Luke was described as, and it just confuse me immensely so no thank u but I'll stick to my (beloved) black haired Percy

This is fantasy it's not supposed to be realistic. So, they could have had an accurate Annabeth they should have just worked a little harder on the overall design (like maybe grey good quality lenses) and a blond protective hairstyle.

An example of what i mean.

kind of find the fact that an anti-racist tag is suggested in the tag list sad as people can HAVE contradicting opinions without being racist.

Contradicting opinions however does not mean to use slurs or belittling anyone on their race though THATS racist as explained by OP.

This is also a good post which explain the matter.

THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK. I HOPE U TOOK SOMETHING POSITIVE AWAY FROM THIS POST. I TRIED MY BEST TO PORTRAY MY POV, HOPE IT WAS EXPLAINED WELL ENOUGH THAT NO ONE WILL BE OFFENDED

HOT TAKE: Being disappointed about the casting of Annabeth Chase in the Disney+ PJO show does NOT make you a racist!!!!!

I honestly don’t even come on this website much anymore but I am breaking my silence to shout this from the rooftops. I don’t care what the reaction to this is, I stand by it 10000000000% and you’re not changing my mind.

Is it okay to be excited about the casting? Yes!!! Of course!! Is it also okay to wish there had been a different outcome? ALSO YES.

(And for those of you who are ready to click away, or turn into a furious keyboard warrior before going any further, I sincerely challenge you to read till the end. A weak-minded person refuses to examine things from anything other than their own perspective. Prove me wrong!!!!)

Here’s the real talk most of you aren’t ready to hear. If Rick Riordan collaborated with Disney+ to develop an original show with original characters, with a totally new plot and story and everything, and this girl was cast as the main female lead and people said “Ugh, this is so disappointing, why is she black????” THAT WOULD BE RACIST. If, in our current scenario someone said “I really wish she wasn’t black, black people are ugly/stupid/bad actors/etc.” THAT WOULD BE RACIST. Saying “Annabeth was a white girl with blonde hair in the books so I wish she was being portrayed as a white girl with blonde hair in the show” IS NOT RACIST.

We live in a society that preys on the majority of the population’s desire to be good. And I really and truly do believe that–most people are GOOD!! No normal sane person wants to be labeled as a racist. Unfortunately, people with nefarious intentions know this and have begun using this word as a weapon. Don’t agree with me?? You’re a racist!!!!!! In that person’s eyes, they are on superior moral ground, therefore they have already won the “argument”. All productive conversation is shut down. This word has become so normalized that it downplays actual REAL HARMFUL racism that is hurting people around the world on a daily basis. RACISM IS REAL. It exists anywhere that humans look different from each other. It can have devastating consequences. And I find it incredibly disrespectful to the victims of it to throw this word around as loosely as we do now.

All it takes is about five seconds of critical thinking to realize that maybe the majority of people who are expressing disappointment about this are not all evil white supremacists. Guys. Annabeth Chase is one of the most well-known middle grade/YA literary characters of all time. She has been a main character and/or featured in The Lightning Thief, The Sea of Monsters, The Titan’s Curse, The Battle of the Labyrinth, The Last Olympian, The Lost Hero, The Mark of Athena, The House of Hades, The Blood of Olympus, The Sword of Summer, The Hammer of Thor, The Ship of the Dead, The Tower of Nero, and several short stories and novellas: The Demigod Diaries, The Demigod Files, The Staff of Serapis, The Crown of Ptolemy. Her first appearance was in The Lightning Thief, which was published in 2005. This is a character who has been living in people’s minds for damn near twenty years. She has been depicted by both fan artists AND professional artists alike for that entire time as a white girl with blonde hair. She is smack dab in the middle of the cover of House of Hades as a white girl with blonde hair. We have been staring at her in beloved fan arts as a white girl with blonde hair for YEARS (those of you as ancient as I am will remember the heyday of Burdge and Viria. Shout out to both of them, I LIVED for their work back in the day!). Saying that someone is racist for wanting a beloved and well-known character they have been visualizing for seventeen years to look the way they were DEPICTED for seventeen years RACISTS for doing so is just SILLY.

Saying a character’s physical appearance means nothing is equally as silly. Apparently everyone is too young to remember or has conveniently forgotten the uproar that was heard and felt when Alexandra Daddario portrayed Annabeth as a brunette. If you talked to a PJO fan about the movie back in 2010, I can ASSURE you, one of the first things out of their mouths was: “Annabeth is supposed to have blonde hair!!!!!!!” People did not like that choice of actress and it was simply because she did not resemble the physical description of Annabeth in the books. Anyone else remember the fuss that was made over Daniel Radcliffe not having green eyes as Harry Potter?? Or the bad dye job they gave Josh Hutcherson to play Peeta?? None of those things involved race. Book fans STILL complained about them. The bottom line is this: die-hard fans want the actors on screen to look like the characters they imagined in their minds. AND THAT IS OKAY!!!!!!!

Guess what??? I would be JUST as pissed if they cast Percy as a redhead (and for those of you saying he was cast as a blonde, mark my words…they’ll still dye his hair black. And if they don’t at this point, it’ll just be to try and prove a point). I would be JUST as pissed if, down the road, they cast Hazel as a white girl, Leo as a blonde white kid, Piper and Frank as ANYTHING other than Cherokee and Chinese. What they are in the book is what I want to see on the screen. I HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH BLACK PEOPLE. I HAVE NO PROBLEM WITH THIS GIRL AS A HUMAN BEING OR AN ACTRESS. DIVERSITY SHOULD BE CELEBRATED. I JUST WANT ANNABETH TO LOOK LIKE SHE LOOKS IN THE BOOKS. THAT’S REALLY IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s honestly not that deep!!!!!!!!!!!

It has nothing to do with white people vs black people, it just simply has to do with book fans wanting to see what they saw in their minds for nearly two decades play out on a screen in front of them. That’s it!!!!!!!!!

Calling people racists over this is immature and cheap, you guys. People on this site (and in life in general) really need to learn how to disagree without becoming hostile and dramatic. If you’re happy and excited about the casting, that’s great! I’m happy you’re happy. There is so much negative bad shit in the world, anything you can find to be happy about is great. Leah Sava Jeffries is a beautiful little girl. I’m sure she’s sweet and intelligent and an extremely talented actress. I would never ever want to see her bullied or harassed for any of this and anyone who does so should be condemned. (Honestly though, 99.9% of internet “haters” have the intellectual and emotional maturity of the mountain troll from the first Harry Potter so trying to explain to them that this is not only pointless, but morally wrong, is a waste of time and effort). I can say all of this AND also say that she is not who I would have liked to see play Annabeth. That does not make me a racist. It makes me a book purist. Learn to recognize the difference, guys.

[agentwhatevs]

Let's talk FAMILY.

Ok I mentioned in some meme reply that he has a sister and a niece via that sister.

His sister is definitely older, and has the attitude of "only i can call my little brother a dumb ass!!" She is pretty smart too but was never interested in going as far as Gefen did with his studies. Like she was not going to skip grades, absolutely not, and be a weirdo? n o.

hmmm her name is.. Deborah Penzig but goes by Debbie. Gefen likes to say her full name and says it like "DEB-BORE-UH" which annoys her even if it is correct.

Debbie is seven years older than Gefen so when he went to high school as a gifted little kid she was there and told to watch over him.

Debbie is currently married to the most boring man alive and Gefen can NOT believe it because Debbie is wild and used to get in trouble for things like smoking, skipping school, staying out too late. Not so wild that it was like terribly worrisome but certainly it gave their parents conniptions and gefen being a perfect child didnt help in comparison. But anyway she ditches all these bad boy guys she was into and settles down with an accountant named Isaac and while gefen is perpetually like "WHAT A SNOOZEFEST" he cant argue that Isaac is a bad guy.

Isaac is stable, and somehow balances Debbie out. Debbie is a photographer and he is a stay at home dad who works remote while taking care of the kids. They have a daughter named Leah and a baby boy named Raz who is just learning to walk. Gefen spoils them and thinks its hilarious how Leah gives Debbie a run for her money on being a wild child. He always says it's karma for what she did to their parents lol.

ANYWAY thats all i got so far.

[creacherkeeper]

Anybody in adoption au telling momma May that they're not straight

“anybody” B) 

from the Let Us Love series 

~1500 words 

read on AO3 

Eleven-year-old Jemma paces back and forth in the livingroom, her breathing measured, her hands wringing. She thought about justtelling May first, or telling Fitz, but she wants this out in the open. It’seasiest to just rip it off like a bandaid.

“Is it something bad?” Skye asks nervously, sat between Mayand Fitz on the couch. Antoine is sitting in the recliner, rocking it back andforth.

“No,” Jemma quickly says, then stops, winces, and keepspacing. “I mean, I- I don’t think so.”

“Whatever it is,” May says, “we’ll deal with it as a family.”

“I don’t know if it’s something to be ‘dealt with’ per se.”

“Okay—”

“It’s just- I’m just a little nervous, that’s all.”

“Spit it out, Jem,”Skye whines, sliding down into a slump. “Fairly OddParents is about to come on.”

Fitz smacks her lightly. “Sh-She can take her time.”

Jemma shoots him a grateful smile, and then stops pacing,facing them all. “Okay. Okay, well, see—” She lets out a small huff, gives a decisivenod, and then continues, “There’s this girl I like.”

She’s met with blank stares, and she shakes her head andstarts again.

“I mean- Really like.” She motions with her hands. “Like like.”

“Oh,” May says.

Jemma continues before anyone can say any more, “And it hasn’tjust been a one-time thing. It’s happened before, this isn’t just an isolatedincident or anything. I put the evidence together and I came to the conclusionthat I like girls.”

“So—” May starts.

“So you’re gay?” Antoine asks.

“No,” Jemma says. “I like boys, too. I’m- um—” She puffsherself up a bit, ready to take whatever might come. “I’m bi.”

“What’s that mean?” Fitz asks, his brows scrunching together.

“Well—”” Jemmastarts, in that tone that means she’s about to start rambling.

“It means you like boys and girls,” May cuts her off before shecan begin. “Thank you for telling us, Jemma. I know this must’ve been reallyscary for you, and I’m proud that you shared it with us. And—”

“Wait, wait—” Fitz holds up his hands, face still screwed upin confusion. “You can like b-boys andgirls?”

Jemma rolls her eyes. “Of course, Fitz, don’t be daft.”

“Well I- I thought you had to- um- I don’t know. Ch-Choose,or something.”

Jemma opens her mouth, but May is the one who speaks. “Whydid you think that?”

Fitz gapes for a moment, then shrugs. “Vinnie from school s-saidit meant I don’t like girls.”

“What doesn’t?” May asks.

“Th-That … I’ve got a crush on a boy,” Fitz mumbles, headducked.

Jemma’s face lights up. “You like a boy?”

“M-Maybe,” Fitz says, face bright red.

“Who?” Jemma and Antoine ask at the same time.

Fitz whispers something, and they all lean in.

“What?” Jemma asks.

“Mack,” Fitz says a little louder.

Antoine beams. “Aw man, that’s great. Good choice, he’s agood guy.”

“But you like girls too?” Jemma asks.

Fitz shrugs a little, looking down at his fingers as he tugsat them. “W-Well … I don’t know. This i-is my first crush.”

“You don’t have to know yet,” May says. “You’re still young,you have a lot of time to figure this out.”

“Jemma’s got it figured out,” Fitz mutters a littleruefully.

May shakes her head. “You can’t compare yourself to otherpeople with this. Everyone’s different, and everyone’s experience is going tobe different. You might figure it out soon, or in a few years, or when you’reolder. Or you might never put a label on it. And that’d all be okay. This is areally personal thing, and how you approach it is up to you.”

“So, uh …” Antoine raises a hand to scratch over his short,tight curls. “Would this be a good time to tell everyone that I have aboyfriend?”

May has done a good job keeping her face fairly neutral, butno one else has. Jemma is beaming, and Fitz’s eyes have gone wide.

“Who?” Jemma almost yells.

Antoine grins. “Luke from karate class.”

“Isn’t he the one that f-flipped you?” Fitz asks.

“Yeah, but I talked to him about it afterwards and he’scool. He asked me at his birthday party.”

Jemma claps. “Have you been on a date?”

“We stand together in class.”

Jemma considers, and then shrugs. “I suppose that counts.”

As if one, all of their gazes find Skye, waiting for anothershoe to drop.

She doesn’t look at them, just sits, slumped, with her armscrossed, staring at the blank TV screen.

“It’s a new episode.”

“What?” Jemma asks.

“Fairly OddParents,” Skye states glumly. “It’s a newepisode. It’s probably already started.”

May holds in a laugh. “Would you like to watch it now, Skye?”

Skye nods.

“Okay. We can table the rest of this discussion for a laterdate.”

Skye bounds for the remote, and as she turns it on Fitzlooks over to May nervously.

“So you’re …” His mouth twists. “You’re- like- okay? Withall of this?”

Jemma thinks there’s something hidden in May’s smile, butMay just says, “Believe me, I am,” and leaves it at that.

-

Pride in their town is small. Tiny. More a gathering of afew families than anything else. They’ll start at the public library, marchdown 10th Avenue, then down Main Street, and finish the short marchat Shipley Do-Nuts.

Jemma is practically buzzing with excitement as May fills upthe meter for the van in the lot near the library. Fitz has a nervous air abouthim, which doesn’t seem helped at all by the fact that Jemma holds his hand thewhole walk there. Antoine has picked out an outfit of a pink t-shirt, blueslacks, and a purple bandana, just for the occasion. Skye is just glum thatthere won’t be any floats.

It’s maybe about 35 people that show up for the march, butthey’re sporting flags, signs, and colorful clothing. There are only a fewother kids, but that doesn’t seem to deter any of May’s. Jemma bounds up to thecrowd, grinning widely. A few of the adults turn as she approaches, one ofwhich May knew would be there.

“Well, if it isn’t Melinda May.”

May smiles, because it’s been long enough that there aren’tany more hurt feelings here.

“Victoria.”

The kids look between them, silent.

“You know, I’d heard you’d adopted a brood, but I didn’tquite believe it.”

Jemma sticks out her hand primly. “I’m Jemma. One of thebrood.”

Victoria laughs as she shakes it. “Very nice to meet you,Jemma. Are you here to support your mom?”

Jemma turns and blinks back at her owlishly, eyes wide andcurious. But May just smiles.

“Here to support them,” she says.

Victoria looks a little surprised, but she doesn’t commenton it. “Do you guys want some pins? We have extras.”

“That would be lovely, thank you,” Jemma says.

Jemma and Antoine take two of the bi flag pins and pin themon their shirts. Fitz turns them down, hovering near the back. Skye takes alook at the selection and immediately chooses the rainbow one, grinning widely.

Victoria picks one up and holds it out for May. Onlysomewhat reluctantly, May takes it and pins it to her shirt.

The march starts, and Antoine pushes Fitz to the front ofthe crowd. Fitz seems shy at first, but eventually starts waving to cars thathonk. Skye and Jemma hang in the back with May, Skye clinging to her hand, butseeming to have a good time. Jemma takes a peek at the pin May wears, and Maywould swear there’s an extra spring in her step.

“So,” Jemma says.

“What?” May asks, fondly cautious.

“The axe. It means lesbian, right?”

May nods. “That’s right.”

“Okay.” Jemma tries to stifle her grin, unsuccessfully. “Cool.”

The march is short. It’s more symbolic than anything, and achance for the small community to get together. The lunch at Shipley’s lastslonger than the actual parade, and May is proud that the kids all seem to beemboldened by the whole event. Fitz is even talking to one of the otherchildren, a happy blush on his cheeks.

May has to carry Skye back, though she’s really too old tobe being carried, and it means May will probably have to use her cane tomorrow.But Skye’d had more donuts than May probably should’ve let her have, and she’sfast asleep by the time they make it back to the van.

The ride home is quiet, but peacefully so. Skye sleeps thewhole way, and Antoine nudges her awake when they get home, and helps her outof her booster seat (which she says she’s getting too old for).

The keys clatter onto the kitchen table where May drops themas they step inside, and she’s about to turn and ask what they’d all like fordinner when a pair of arms wraps around her waist.

Jemma is clinging to her, face pressed against May’s spine.

“Thanks for bringing us,” she says, and then Antoine joinsin on the hug, then Fitz, and finally a groggy Skye.

May smiles, and wonders how she got so lucky.

“Anytime.”

[luminnara]

Yay!

This is one of my favourite topics to talk about

So, picture the scene. Its 2015. You've turned on BBC 3 for some late night television browsing, post watershed of course.

And you see Greg James. Huh, what's he doing? Whats this tv show?

So it was called I Survived A Zombie Apocalypse. It was made in Scotland but featuring contestants from prominently england and the whole premise is...

A guy exploited a legal loophole to release 5G wifi to the UK. It hadnt been through the proper testing so it resulted in the zombie infection, mutated from I believe a version of pink eye. We follow a group of survivors as they take refuge in a shopping centre over run by zombies, very dawn of the dead ish. They barricade in an abandoned clothing shop that the army have selected as a safe zone until they can be rescued by the military.

Now of course, it's a game show. So every episode, the group has to nominate one or more people to complete tasks to gather food, water, supplies, all guided by the army of course (they're overseeing everything). The mission is essentially survive until you can be rescued, which is a 7 day period. And in between theres little, almost ad breaks/infomercial with bleak humour like 'how to avoid infection' and stuff like that.

They hired all the zombie actors from a company in Scotland that trains scare actors for tv and film and stuff and they're DEDICATED. like, it never breaks the 4th wall.

'But leah', I hear you ask, 'its hosted by someone, how could it not break the 4th wall? They have a presenter'

Well, Greg James is hosting but he is also making it very clear to us that he is one of the only living television presenters after the outbreak. But seriously and every episode (nearly) someone will 'die' but they are like, almost professionally filmed? Like, the gore and makeup is so good it's like high believability and thats why its so enjoyable. It's a reality game show that's dedicated to its premise entirely.

A couple of the episodes are on YouTube actually :)

5G ZOMBIES LOL

Remember when everybody was legitimately freaking out about that a couple years ago though?

[firstbeachgoblin]

And I like you.

a/n: Hey everybody, I love lorde and 400 Lux is one of my favourite songs. It gave me inspiration for an Embry piece that I hope you all enjoy. I have another one planned for Jacob and Leah so keep an eye out for those and the fics I'm writing for the requests I've received. Also I wrote this at 10 p.m. so if it's a little janky thats why heheh.

enjoy loves!

Warnings: mentions of intoxication.

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We're never done with killing time

Can I kill it with you?

'Til the veins run red and blue

We come around here all the time

Got a lot to not do, let me kill it with you

My free time is usually spent killing time on the beach or driving around with friends, particularly Embry Call. We spend the whole day at the beach swimming in the ocean and cliff diving to feel the thrill of free falling.

Ending the day around a fire either intoxicated or sober laughing our guts out, singing songs at the tops of our lungs till our throats ached into the early hours of the morning. When intoxicated we all stumble our way home or pass out in truck beds that are piled up with blankets and pillows to keep warm.

When we aren’t belting our lungs out to whatever music that’s been put on Embry would play his guitar for us. He’d play on the lower key days, no partying, minimal yelling from the boys, everyone enjoying the atmosphere of good company and music.

You pick me up and take me home again

Head out the window again

We're hollow like the bottles that we drain

You drape your wrists over the steering wheel

Pulses can drive from here

We might be hollow, but we're brave

Embry always calls when he picks me up, he is my personal uber at this point. He never lets me pay him for gas money insisting that I don’t have to give him anything but my presence. Driving with him is one of my favourite things to do, it is special and we connect on a different level than we do with everyone else.

He drives with his wrist over the steering wheel and his free hand usually laced with mine on the console. Going forward, forward together. With the windows rolled down and the radio turned up Embry cracks jokes that make me smile and laugh till I can’t breathe anymore.

Turning in my seat I lean my head out the window to feel the wind blow through my hair as we barrel down the highway or through town in the late hours of the night. The sweet air filled with the scent of cedar, pine, moss, and ocean always left a lingering kiss on my skin brushing over my face, hands and hair.

Smiles always grace our faces even at what feels like our lowest moments, we're brave together. He has me and I have him.

I love these roads where the houses don't change (and I like you)

Where we can talk like there's something to say (and I like you)

I'm glad that we stopped kissing the tar on the highway (and I like you)

We move in the tree streets

I'd like it if you stayed

We wander through the same streets we prowled as kids, the same streets with the same houses that never changed growing up. The same roads that lead through La Push, lined with tall cedars and pines which tower over the town.

Everything with Embry was familiar, his touch, warmth, smile, laugh, his cologne. He made being out at night easier, he was there to protect me on the streets we moved through on foot or in a car. He protected me no matter where we were, he’s my safe place.

“You know what Embry?”

“I don’t know? What (y/n)?”

I breathed in and smiled at him, “I kinda like you.”

“I kinda like you too.” He wrapped his hand around mine sporting a small smile across his face.

One look at me and you can tell that I’m smitten with him. When people see us together we have looks of utter love plastered across our faces when we look at each other, like we're the definition of true love.

Now we're wearing long sleeves

And the heating comes on

(You buy me orange juice)

We're getting good at this

Dreams of clean teeth

I can tell that you're tired

But you keep the car on

While you're waiting out front

He gave me one of his long sleeve shirts that didn’t fit any more, it draped over my body filling my nose with his smell; warmth and comfort. God I like him.

I wear the shirt more on days that I turn the heat on, days when he’s not here. His shirt makes me feel a little bit closer to him, being without him makes me feel a bit hollow yet his shirt managed to fill that void.

When he comes back from patrol he waits out front keeping the car on despite my protests that he should sleep, I can tell that he’s tired. He calls and I pick up “I want to kill time with you and I bought you juice.”

“Fine, I hope you’re okay with pj’s though.”

You pick me up and take me home again

Head out the window again

We're hollow like the bottles that we drain

You drape your wrists over the steering wheel

Pulses can drive from here

We might be hollow, but we're brave

I love these roads where the houses don't change (and I like you)

Where we can talk like there's something to say (and I like you)

I'm glad that we stopped kissing the tar on the highway (and I like you)

We move in the tree streets

I'd like it if you stayed

Our feet kissed the tar on the road as we ran from the beach parking lot out to the shore, hanging out together we’d sometimes collect rocks seeing who can find the smoothest rock perfect for skipping across the surface of the sea.

Sometimes we’d kiss the tar on the highway stumbling back from a party ending up in a pile on his front lawn, spilling our guts to each other as our secrets filled the night.

A giggle erupts from my lips, “I like you Embry Call.”

“And I like you, (y/n)”

Embry and I can talk like there’s something to say while doing our own things, spending time with each other but enjoying our company. But we could also talk into the early hours of the morning if I’m able to convince him to stay over.

“I'd like it if you stayed.”

“Only because I want to and I like you.”

He kisses my cheek sending heat to my face along with the red tint that usually plasters my face.

We're never done with killing time

Can I kill it with you?

'Til the veins run red and blue

We come around here all the time

Got a lot to not do, let me kill it with you

I love these roads where the houses don't change (and I like you)

Where we can talk like there's something to say (and I like you)

I'm glad that we stopped kissing the tar on the highway (and I like you)

We move in the tree streets

I'd like it if you stayed

And I like you

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[aftersamu]

HEY LEAH THIS IS FOR YOUR ASK GAME (4) !!

three facts about me :

1. my love language is basically music HAHA for example, if it's your bday i'll make you a playlist of songs that remind me of you (the reason why i have 573984 playlists but anyways..)

2. i have such a low attention span, like it'd take me hours to finish an assignment because i'd be on my phone for a few minutes then watching this random bird outside the next

3. i'm SO BAD at cooking. my entire family thinks it's hilarious how disastrous i am in the kitchen. i'm the type of person to boil water, leave to do something, then totally forget about it until someone else calls me over and the bubbling water is spilling out of the pot

AS FOR YOU IM THINKING... SEMI? OK HEAR ME OUT:

- BAND AU.

- so i imagine he's the guitarist and you're the bassist (or drummer whatever you prefer!)

- now y'all don't really get along, i'm sensing that you guys have disagreements

- like idk, you might suggest one thing for the band but he'd disagree and want something completely different

- i feel like he'd also disagree with you on purpose to piss you off LOL

- maybe you guys realize your feelings at an end of the year celebration? or some sort of event that would have baked goods

- maybe you baked something and he really liked it? when he found out you made it, he stopped and was like "woah..??"

- dude fell in love because whatever you made that day was DELICIOUS

- oohh maybe you even tried teaching him (he'd probably fail miserably tbh)

- ID TOTALLY EXPAND BUT I DON'T WANT THIS TO BE TOO LONG

- SO YEAH THATS WHAT I THINK !!

IH MY GO KJDSIFBEWIBFWEHJ – WHOA OKAY PLEASE EXPAND IF YOU WANT TO !! I'M LIKE SUPER CURIOUS.!!

okay okay! i'm really feeling iwaizumi,

it's all about the little things that make you two tick, BUT it's also the BEST example of the little things that make it work! it's one of those, grower situations.

at first, you two got assigned a group project, and he texts you one day wondering how everything is going to play out – and you accidentally leave him on read. he did not take that too kindly.

iwaizumi feels very time efficient to me, he's very... cardinal?? and likes things to be done, so he can come off very harsh or super passive. WHICH IS NOT IT!

so obvi, you're like... 🤨 so confused on why he's being so rude! not to mention he's really nit-picky, and will always remind you over and over again about this stupid project... because he doesn't trust you.

and for some reason you ALWAYS GOT PAIRED TOGETHER,

he'd always be on you for getting the work done, and you'd do it late at night.

sometimes you'd purposely do things to piss him off, like ask him if he's done the work yet cuz when you checked the doc – nothing was done.

little stuff like that.

BUT! one time you see his spotify open, and it's a complete game changer!

that is the turning point in the relationship. because then you're like: can i make you a playlist! and he gets so flustered.

so he's all like: i'll make one for you too then. (trying to be all fly and not dorky) but of course you notice he's red and tease him for it.

yeah, the point is – music became the foundation. and the one thing that he could never understand is how you can spend hours gathering songs that you think he'd like best, or trash him about the last song he listened to ten hours ago, but still not remember that you haven't replied to his messages.

game !!

[wileys-russo]

idk if you’ve seen that tiktok trend where roommates have been making behavior charts (like the ones you might see in school. green for good, yellow for warning, red for bad and so on) but i can literally see in my mind you making one of those for your gfs leah and alessia, and i can see their pouts if you move their name from green to yellow.

this went in a slightly different direction but was so amusing

best behaviour II a.russo & l.williamson

"what's all this then babe?" leah asked as she and alessia returned home from training to you calling out you were in the kitchen, the blondes frowning as they eyed the armfuls of craft supplies discarded on the bench.

"please take a seat." you gestured for them to sit down which they both did hesitantly, sharing a concerned look as you cleared your throat, clearly holding something behind your back as you took a step closer.

"have we done something wrong?" alessia asked cautiously, folding her arms over chest and leaning back in her seat, eyebrows furrowed together in slight worry. "yeah you're being mysteriously serious." leah added on, narrowing her eyes as you rolled yours.

"if you let me speak, you will find out." you clipped as both blondes raised their eyebrows at your tone, sharing a look but staying silent. "much better, thank you."

"i have called this meeting today because as the two of you should have noticed, i've had it up to here with the pair of you lately." you held your hand above your head, indicating your level of tolerance, shooting leah a firm glare as she scoffed and went to speak, falling silent again.

"you-" you pointed sternly to the older of the two. "just the last couple of days alone you refused to do the dishes and instead flicked me or whipped me repeatedly with the tea towel when i was doing them, you drank the last of the milk from the carton and then put the empty carton back in the fridge, and you barked at the delivery man and scared him half to death!" you remanded leah who frowned at you grumpily.

"less dared me to bark at him babe thats not fair!" leah defended herself with a huff, sharply elbowing the blonde beside her who snickered at the memory.

"and you-" you now rounded onto the italian whose smile dropped. "you didn't listen when i warned you to separate the washing and turned everything white pink, you used the last of my body wash and gaslit me into thinking i knocked it over and it spilled down the drain, and you dared leah to bark at the delivery man who put in a complaint and now all of our packages have to be picked up directly from the post office!" you pointed to the striker with a stern stare who sunk down into her seat, biting her lip with a guilty smile.

"so i make my point again that you have both been doing my head in, and so we're gonna implement a little tool to help amend some of these...issues." you smiled calmly, though the look in your eyes had your girlfriends shifting uneasily.

"this!" you proudly held up what you had spent pretty much the entire afternoon on, waving it around before turning on your heel and pinning it onto the fridge.

"what is that?" leah sighed with a shake of her head, the craft supplies now making sense. "this is what i like to call the girlfriend behavior chart!" you clapped happily, grabbing a marker off the counter.

"you'll see we have five colours and five tiers-" you began to explain, using your marker as a pointer, smacking it assertively against each tier.

"tier one is green,and you'll see is titled the 'you can do whatever you want with me superstar' tier-" you gestured to the very top row, flashing a somewhat suggestive smile to the two very unimpressed blondes in front of you.

"-tier two is orange, and you'll see is titled the 'someone made a good choice today' tier-" you continued, tapping along with your marker. "-tier three is yellow, and you'll see is titled the 'skating on thin ice' tier-" leah strongly withheld the urge to groan as you kept going.

"-tier four is red, and you'll see is titled the 'you're taking the fucking piss' tier. thought of you when i made that one lee." you added on, making sure to read out the words in your best impression of her thick milton keynes accent, the older blonde scoffing in offence but you held up a hand signalling you weren't done.

"and finally we have tier five which you will notice looks a little different, this is the dog house tier!" you warned, tapping to the final tier which was indeed a well scribbled dog house.

"if you find yourself on this tier by the end of the day you will be expected to sleep in the spare room or on the couch, alone." you explained with a satisfied smile, both of your girlfriends instantly exploding into protests once you did.

"hey! let me finish." you yelled over the top of them with a scowl. "these are the two of you-" you grabbed something out of your hoodie pocket, magnets with pictures of either of their faces glued on top.

"right now, you are both here." you placed down both magnets in the yellow tier. "the better you behave; helping out around the house, being sweet and lovely, not fucking around and pissing me off, you will move up." you demonstrated by bumping them both up to the orange.

"but the worse you behave; throwing your dirty kits at me, playing fifa until three in the morning, burping in my face like disgusting teenage boys, moaning at me about asking you to do something, you move down." you dropped the magnets down to the red zone in demonstration before moving both girls back into the yellow.

"any questions?" you raised an eyebrow, both blondes standing to their feet, hands flying around as they voiced their obvious disdain for your new tool.

"none? wonderful! whose turn is it to make dinner?"

~

"leah! christ man leave me alone." you whined, curling more into alessia as the older of the two once again sucked on her finger and shoved it in your ear, having been in an annoying mood all afternoon which you attributed to the raging storm outside which had caused their game to be postponed.

"you're like a fucking hyperactive four year old, go away!" you scowled, kicking at leah as she tried to grab you, clinging on tightly to your other girlfriend who simply smiled in amusement, having not wound you up at all today she was in the orange tier.

"i know a way we could burn some energy pretty girl." leah grinned, grabbing at your ankles and yanking you down the couch, climbing on top of you as her blonde hair fell around the two of you like a curtain. "chart!" you warned, smacking at her chest and pointing over her shoulder.

"are you in the green?" you smiled sarcastically as leah glanced toward the fridge. "no? so get off!" you huffed, shoving her away and crawling back to alessia who had her arms open expectantly.

leah however was not quite ready to give up that easily as she grabbed your ankles again, pulling you back down the couch and sitting on your back. "less i think i'm a bit sick of this chart business, would you agree?" leah asked as you struggled underneath her.

"lessi don't answer her!" you warned as the other blonde hesitated, looking between the two of you with wide eyes. "less, go get the chart babe." leah ordered gently with a charming smile, and you gasped as the italian slowly stood to her feet.

"lessi look you're almost in the green! you know what that means." you finally managed to shove leah off, sending the blonde tumbling to the ground with a yell as you tried to clamber over the back of the sofa, alessia hesitating in the kitchen.

"ah!" you yelped as leah shot to her feet with a war cry, grabbing you in a headlock and dragging you back down onto the sofa with her, entrapping your body with her long limbs. "less grab the chart baby, bring it here." leah purred with another smile and a nod of encouragement.

"lessi baby don't let her drag you down with her, she's in the dog house and you're not!" you grunted, leahs hand coming to rest over your mouth as she continued to give your other girlfriend nods of encouragement.

"lee i don't know about-" the striker started, leah cutting her off with murmurs of reassurance as your yells were muffled against her hand. "love if you think i ever mind your tongue touching me anywhere you're wrong." leah smirked down at you as you tried to lick her hand so she would move it off.

using all of your strength you managed to break free from the body lock the taller blonde had you in, yanking her hand off your mouth. "lessi, leah said you were a dope this morning, thats why she got moved down in the first place!" you revealed, alessia's eyebrows knitting into a frown.

"i am not a dope!" the italian defended, crossing her arms over her chest. "i didn't say that! i just said sometimes you can be a little bit dopey...and i said it lovingly!" leah scrambled to try and defend herself, you grinning happily as the look of displeasure didn't drop from your girlfriends face.

leah distracted with trying to clear her name you again tried to make an escape. "oh no you don't!" the older girls arms wound around your waist, the two of you wrestling around on the lounge, both yelling instructions to alessia who stood hopelessly torn in the kitchen.

"if you bring me the chart i'll let you be in charge tonight." leah bargained, finally wrangling you into a gentle chokehold as she held your furiously bucking body down. "lessi you know thats a lie she's too bossy!" you yelled, out of sight from the blonde who'd grabbed the chart and was weighing up her options.

"i'm bossy? sorry who made a behavior chart for her girlfriends in the first place?" leah scoffed looking down at you. "tiktok made me do it!" you huffed, pouting up at the blonde in hopes she would let you up as alessia arrived to the couch, chart in hand.

"well, you're on a tiktok ban then." leah pinned your arms down beneath her knees, taking the chart off alessia and rewarding her with a kiss. "starting from now!" leah effortlessly ripped the chart in half as you gasped, looking up in disbelief toward alessia who winced and sent you an apologetic smile.

"you are both so in the dog house." you warned quietly as leah jumped off of you, not giving you a chance to move before she'd easily slung your body over her shoulder.

"i love you?" alessia smiled guiltily, following behind as leah marched away. "put me down williamson or so help me-" you warned, but they again fell on deaf ears. "where are we going!" you huffed in annoyance, smacking at leahs bum since you could reach, flipping off alessia who continued to look at you apologetically.

"we're gonna go study my chart. i think its time we taught you some things about behavioral obedience baby girl."

[thoriffix]

Can you rec some media with canon queer characters 😌

ofc!! thisll by no means be an exhaustive list but idk what youre looking for specifically so ill break it into categories

my current favs!! if u follow me u know these already lol

the umbrella academy: netflix show abt dysfunctional superpowered siblings reuniting to stop the apocalypse. canon mlm character (pansexual according to his actor) w mlm romance, canon wlw character (lesbian according to someone on the show dont rmr who) w het romance in s1, wlw romance in s2 - this is one of my absolute fav shows at the minute in general its brilliant

the magnus archives: horror podcast abt the head archivist of an institute researching experiences w the supernatural. protagonist is canonically biromantic asexual, in a mlm relationship in s5, and there is another canon bisexual character, as well as (iirc) a canon wlw couple - yall know ive been so into tma lately its so so good, obviously if you dont like horror its not for you but if you do.. 👀

sanders sides: youtube series abt a gay dude working out his emotional problems via personified aspects of his personality. all the characters are gay cuz thas what thomas is baby! - i was hesitant abt putting this cuz thomas is a person not a character lol but if u haven't seen sasi i recommend it its like free therapy but theres songs sometimes

shows!

julie and the phantoms (netflix remake): musical show abt a teen girl rediscovering music after her mothers death w the help of three ghosts who were in a 90s band. canon gay character w a slow burn romance (not yet canon bfs but s2 lets go) - its very cheesy and the musical segments can drag on a bit but its p good overall

lucifer: detective show abt lucifer abandoning his rule of hell to buy a nightclub and beginning to solve murders w the lapd. lucifer is canonically bi/pan, as is his demon pal mazikeen, but queerness rly isnt a focus of the show its more casual rep - that being said its a good show overall, if a little predictable now n then (s1-3 on amazon prime, 4+5 on netflix)

kipo and the age of wonderbeasts: fantasy cartoon set in a future filled w mutant intelligent animals, kipo finds herself lost and has to get home w the help of her friends. canon gay character as one of the mains, canon nb side character - its a rly good cartoon! lots of fun, excellent soundtrack, and the main characters are all poc which is rly nice to see

the dragon prince: cartoon abt two princes and an elf assassin returning a dragon egg to its mother. canon mlm couple, several canon wlw characters, canon nb character - i havent seen the show myself but ive heard very good things abt it!

i am not okay with this: netflix show abt a teen girl discovering she has superpowers and hating it. protag is canon wlw (i THINK shes a lesbian but i havent watched it in a hot sec), developing wlw relationship - ianowt slaps! sad that s2 got cancelled but s1 is real good its a touch spooky and theres a bit of gore/blood so watch out lol

schitt's creek: sitcom abt a rich family who lose all their money and have to move into the motel of a town they bought as a joke. canon pansexual character and canon gay character w one of the sweetest mlm relationships - a rly good witty show w excellent character development for every character!

good omens: show abt a demon and an angel trying to stop the end of the world. every celestial character in it is nonbinary, + crowley and aziraphale have a nonexplicit (ie no on screen pda lol) romance - good omens is such a good queer show none of the characters care abt gender in the slightest lmao, plus the show in general is fantastic (the book is also very good)

movies!

the old guard: a group of immortals fight an organisation that wants to capitalise off their immortality. canon mlm couple - another one i havent seen yet (i will!) but apparently very good

it chapter 2: horror sequel to It, w the main characters returning to derry to defeat pennywise for good. canon gay character in unrequited love - i only say chapter 2 because his queerness isnt referenced at all in the first film, again its big horror and theres no gay romance just gay tragedy but its a good film

love, simon: romcom about a closeted gay teen falling in love w someone over emails. do i even need to state the rep? - honestly if u haven't seen love simon yet what are you even DOING its so good proper fluffy queer romcom, the book (simon vs the homosapiens agenda) is also really good!! so is the sequel (leah on the offbeat) where the protag is a bi girl + it focuses on a wlw romance

the way he looks: brazilian coming of age film abt a blind teen boy falling for the new kid at his school. canon mlm relationship - this doesnt seem to be on (british) netflix anymore so idk where youd find it with subtitles but i rmr liking it a lot!

games!

night in the woods: 2d platformer abt a young woman (well. cat) dropping out of college and coming home to live w her parents + discovering spooky happenings in her hometown. canon mlm couple and i believe the protag is canonically bi? - i will recommend nitw to literally anyone who will listen its one of my all time favourite games, deals w a lot of mental health issues and its absolutely gorgeous w a brilliant soundtrack and rly good dialogue thats witty and serious and realistic (its on steam + switch for sure dk abt other platforms, abt 15 quid i think?)

tell me why: adventure game abt twins returning to their childhood home + findin Secrets. canon trans male character - i havent got around to buying + playing this yet but it looks really good! (its in three chapters + on steam, not sure on price)

other media!

the art of being normal: slice of life novel abt a young trans girl discovering herself. main characters are a trans man and a trans woman. - a good novel! trigger warning for transphobic actions including descriptions of a transphobic attack on the guy, and its certainly not without its faults otherwise, but i thought it was pretty good

the adventure zone: dungeons and dragons podcast by the mcelroy brothers. idk specifics but theres a lot of canon queer characters in it! - i havent listened to taz yet but i know a lot abt it, inc that its good and funny and has plenty of queer rep

theres several more i like that arent listed here but to keep this from getting just ridiculously long ill leave it there :] tried to get a range of genres and medias, hopefully theres something for you in there!

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 240

Chris

"Christopher, this is fucking real." Amber snaps.

I sit up in bed. "Bae."

She stands in front of the mirror. "This is going to be fucking... There's so much shit. I will be having a baby next year. What are we doing? Tell people? Not?"

"Girl, go to damn sleep."

"I can't." She blows. "Do you want to go with me to tell my parents? I mean like you going with me. So when we going?"

I sigh. "Arrange it and let me know. I don't fucking care. Go to sleep."

She walks towards the bedroom door. "It's fucking late. Get out the bed, FatHead."

"Walk faster." I groan.

"Aye, Chris." Trey says walking in the room.

I sigh. "Yeah."

"Cammie's mom made gumbo."

"For breakfast?"

"Bitch it's fucking 11."

I look at the clock. "I thought you were leaving."

"We all leaving tomorrow. You got the place till tomorrow. Plus Cammie's stepfather is here and Cammie acting like a human. I mean... me and Caden just woke up but anyway. She doing better."

"I thought it was you that needed fixing."

He shrugs. "My shit good."

"Where my baby?" I say looking around.

"Probably eating." Trey shrugs.

I sit up. "Is it wrong for wanting Amber pregnant and giving her a hard time about not wanting it?"

"What woman you know happy to be pregnant once she pregnant? You see Leah. You knew Cammie and MiMi. She pregnant. You take the happy days and you fucking go with it any other day."

"She not that far along."

"She pregnant. Who cares? They feel that shit."

I start to get out of bed then grab my balls when I feel a shit load of air. I chuckle at the face Trey makes. Before he could say anything Lane runs into the room.

"Chris you butt out!" Lane yells.

"Lane?" Cammie snaps.

Lane grabs Trey's legs. "Daddy, get me. Daddy?"

Trey picks him up as he scrambles from what might have been Cammie coming. Trey turns around walking out. I get up and walk to the bathroom. I'm not fucking getting rid of my baby. Amber can shut the fuck up and deal with life. She knew we were once trying. Nobody has been doing shit not to get pregnant.

"Mama Cammie can cook her ass off. Taste this."

"No." I snap.

She makes a lot of noise. I look behind me at her.

"Why are you being mean?"

"I feel like you putting all this stress on me about this baby when you and I both know you keeping it. Why argue?"

"Are you high? What are you talking about?" She snaps walking out. "What's happening? Chris acting mean to me because I'm not trying to kiss his ass today. Chris! You have a plane in the morning! I told him."

I'm fucking pissed off at the way she is acting right now. Like who the fuck is this when you been acting so shitty yesterday? I feel like she is acting fake as shit. But I don't know which Amber is fake. Is it this nice as person that seems to be okay with being pregnant or is that hateful bitch from last night fake? I walk into Cammie and Trey's room. Nobody was in there. I sigh.

"Nooo." Lane cries.

"Yo, what are you doing?" Trey asks walking past me into the room.

I realize that I was just standing there. "Ain't no way they can flip like that."

"Man, you don't know shit about little people then. But we woke up like this."

"Huh?" I retort. "Pregnant women."

He laughs. "Oh, yeah. I told you."

"I need to work on my attitude." I shake my head.

"Go talk to Rollie. I'm still working on my fucking attitude." He snatches Lane up from the bed. Lane starts crying. "Boy, what are you doing? Let's take a nap. Wait til your mama gets back."

Lane cries. "No tell Mommy."

Trey lies down on the bed with Lane. "Now is a good time to talk Chris. Go."

"Huh?"

"Talk to Amber while she feeling good, nigga. Do everything while she feeling good."

"Oh." I say turning to walk out. "You seen my daughter?"

"Getting spoiled by Cammie's mom. Cammie's nice twin."

Amber wasn't anywhere in the kitchen or front part of the house. I won't hunt her down to disturb her from her bouncy attitude. I'll wait til after I eat. I sit down at the table with Marco. He looks at me.

"Chris Brown right?"

"Nigga." I snap.

He chuckles then shows me his phone. There's a half naked woman on Facetime. I lean forward looking at the screen. I guess the nigga was showing me to someone not showing me his phone. She smiles faintly. I narrow my eyes at Marco. I guess all men are fucking dogs.

"You bold." I say looking down at my phone.

"She ain't shit to me." Macro's ass says out loud. Damn.

The girl says nothing. What the fuck? I didn’t think that was Marco. I just saw him as. Well shit. The motherfucker is never around. His baby mama is never with him or his kid. Hell they been together for a long as time and not married. It all makes sense. He hangs up the phone randomly. Like he had said bye.

"Marco you work?"

"Military."

"Who was that?" I nod towards the phone.

He kinda shakes his head. "I used to be in the military. I work at a gun manufactory company, which I got through my military clearance."

Hilda walks into the dining room. Oh shit. "Why you never do what I tell you?"

"What didn't I do?"

"Where is your son?"

Marco picks his phone up then puts it in his pocket. This man is clearly not paying attention to shit Hilda is saying. She slaps his dreads then she sucks her teeth walking out of the room. What kinda relationship is this? Marco chuckles to himself then he stands up.

"Thought you were different." I say to him.

"From who?" He shrugs.

I shrug back. "Don't know any faithful people nigga."

"I'm faithful." He nods. "Devin faithful."

"Devin not."

Marco makes a face. "This last time they been together. That’s been like 3 years. He a pretty good motherfucker."

"How you fucking faithful my nigga? I saw that fucking girl. I know you fucking loud ass girl. She ain't gonna go for you talking to some bitch on the phone."

"You right." Marco nods. "Aye, Baby!"

The sliding door opens. "Marco, go get your fucking son. Why are you calling me?"

"Tasha calling me again. I answered."

"I can't stand your childish ass shit." She says closing the door.

Marco laughs and walks out the door. "I tried."

"I thought I was fucked up." I say to myself.

I could hear him laughing still. I got a feeling he didn't say shit about that girl on his phone. I don't think I'm close enough to Hilda to start some shit about a girl on her man's phone. Let me mind my business. Weird ass guy.

Rollie

"Daddy, I... Daddy, you listening?" Jordan asks.

"Yes, Baby." I reply.

She hugs my neck. "I love you."

"I love you too." I say eating my food.

"Grandpa?" Jordan says funny. "Daddy, me and Grandpa going to look for seashells down by the big rocks. Oh Daddy, I have to tell you about my new grades. 3 A's and a B cause I didn't know we had a test and I missed school. I mean I didn't do the make up work. That's why. Is the B okay?"

I kiss her arm thats around my neck. "It's not okay that you didn't turn in work. So you didn't do everything you could but I like B's. I think you can try harder next time."

"Yes, sir, I can. Cause Mommy say I can't miss school if I can't make up my work. I want to go to California with you whenever I can. Or wherever you go."

"Can I eat?"

She let's go of my neck. "I'm going to ask Lexi if I can braid her hair like mine."

"Okay." I say relieved.

"God always has a way." Lonnie says.

I look at him. "What you talking bout, Preacher?"

He smiles at me then eats his food. After a few seconds he nods. "I think we can be friends on different terms now. You see how you can love a child that isn't yours. God teaches lessons all the time."

"Yeah."

"You still pray?"

I stare at him for a minute. He just casually talking and eating. Not caring if he talking to himself. Aight Lonnie. I do see how you can love a child that isn't yours. I don't need him and I never needed him to become the man I am today. But it was never any disrespect between us. I just simply needed him to know I didn't need a daddy. I guess we agree.

"Maybe not enough." I nod.

"Trey?" Lonnie says standing up. "Won't you have a sit? Talk a bit."

I glance at Trey. He looks at me then he walks into the room. "Sure."

"I like to be blunt." Lonnie says sitting and continuing to enjoy his meal.

"Good." Trey says.

Lane comes in the room whining. He wedges himself in between Trey's legs and watches me. What little boy? You got your daddy. Why you staring at me?

"I try to mind my business. That's not always best. Jayla needs a better man. More specifically a better husband then you. One who is complete."

I chuckle then look at Trey. Of course he had his face balled up mad. But Lonnie kept eating his food. I chuckle at that as the awkward pause feels the room. What are you going to say next Lonnie? You come here thinking you the fix to everyone's problem. What's going to fix this nigga?

"You aren't complete without God."

"Oh." I whisper. "Deep."

Lonnie looks at me. "Living in sin is equally as wrong as murder, in this case, suicide. You did good by getting married. God isn't going to punish you for doing right. He won't punish you for being rich either. But you have to acknowledge him and include him in your marriage. Complete yourself with God and you will be a better man."

"God?" Trey says like he never heard of God.

"Do you think your wife wanted to get married because of her family or because of her relationship with God."

Trey frowns. "Because of her reputation."

"Her reputation?" Lonnie frowns. "Well back home she is the sweet God fearing daughter of Gwendolyn. You know the good one. The one that's always in church. Until things happened at school 6 years ago. If I would have known then maybe she wouldn't have her sweet kids by you. So I won't go back in time. Because God makes no mistake when it comes to the lives that he puts on this Earth. Those boys were meant to be your boys. You were meant to be her husband."

"Yeah." Trey says.

Lonnie stands up from the table. "Would you like to pray with me later? Maybe I can give you some personal advise."

"That's cool." Trey says low.

"Good. Lane?" Lonnie says nodding then he chuckles.

Lane climbs into Trey's lap. "Daddy?"

"Okay, fine, Lane." Lonnie says walking out. "We will continue our game."

"I don't get why you and Cammie hate them so much. They don't seem all bad." Trey frowns.

I shrug. "Cause you older, wiser. Would you have honestly listened to that bull... BS as a teenager? A teenager that recently lost their parent? No. That's your answer. I answered for you."

"Maybe I do need to focus my marriage around God."

"Should have been done that." I say standing up and slapping Lane lightly.

Lane just hugs Trey. "Leave me alone."

I chuckle. "What is this man problem?"

"I don't know." Trey says hugging Lane back. "You okay Lane?"

"I okay." Lane says hugging Trey still. "Uncle Rollie hitting me."

Trey smiles at me. "Rollie don't hit him. He doesn't want to play right now."

I smile. "Sorry."

Bad ass gonna look at me to see my reaction. I leave out of the dining room going into the kitchen. Lonnie was sitting with April talking to her. Of course about God. He can't help take the church everywhere with him. But hell if it help Cammie and Trey then he needs to bring the whole church in this bitch. They need God.

"Rollie." Leah says walking into the kitchen. She touches my arm. "I don't know."

"Okay."

She grabs a bowl. "Did she make some that's not spicy for the kids?"

"My mama doesn't make hers spicy. She also makes the rice on the side." I say taking her bowl. "I'll do it for you."

"Oh..." Leah says frowning at me. "Thanks."

I nod my head at her. She hugs herself just staring at me. "Oh, did Jordan tell you about her grades? She wanted to be the one that told you. She was proud of her grades because she said you would be happy. Like I'm not happy when she makes good grades."

"Cause you fake." I say kissing at her.

"I tell that girl all the time how proud I am of her. She just really soaking this Daddy business up. Don't break my baby's heart."

I hand her the bowl. "I would never. Yours maybe."

She doesn't take it. Instead she eats some out of it cautiously. I look down her shirt as she leans forward. Her titties done grown like she already has milk in them. She snatches the bowl from me then turns my head towards the fridge. I look at my mother. She smiles slightly.

"Didn't hear me, TumTum?" She chuckles. "Did you like the gumbo?"

"Yeah, it was good." I nod.

She nods back. "April said I should have made my curry chicken. I didn't want to make anything too spicy. Plus gumbo can feed a lot. Maybe I'll cook her some another time."

"You should have made a cake."

"You want me to?" She nods. "I can get the stuff for it."

I shake my head. "Don't do anything special for me."

"Gwen, Lane is acting like he doesn't know me."

"I told you not to play that game with him. He doesn't stop his little games. Such a trickster like his mother was."

Lonnie chuckles to himself not saying anything. He rubs her arm then walks away. I leave out of the kitchen. I feel a lot differently towards Lonnie and my mother than I did years ago. I stop in front of Cammie and Trey's room.

"Lane!"

"No!"

I step inside. Cammie wasn't in the room. It was just Trey laying there with Lane on his chest. He was whispering something to Lane. Cammie comes out of the bathroom carrying a medicine bottle. She hands something to Lane. This girl gave him a damn pacifier. He puts it in his mouth then he takes it out looking at it.

"You giving him a pacifier?" I ask.

"He wanted to take his medicine like Caden. His ass wasted it all over the floor." Cammie snaps.

Lane a fucking spoiled ass little boy. I swear.

"That ain't gonna be my child. Imma show you how to raise a man."

"Bitch." Trey says then looks at Lane. Lane stares at him sucking on the pacifier. "You can't even stand to hear someone else child cry. It's a boy?"

"I'm saying it is." I shrug. "She doesn't want to know. She doesn't believe that we should know before the baby is born."

Trey narrows his eyes. "You have a girl it's over."

"You know it's different having Lonnie and GeeGee around as adults. Seems like shit changed. But ain't shit change but me." I say.

"Yeah."

Lane screams. Trey hands the pacifier to Cammie. "Stop."

"That mine!"

"Stop boy." Trey says sternly. Lane just lies there quiet. "Cammie talked with her mother about everything that happened in college. Peacefully. It's a lot of shit we got to get through as a family."

I chuckle. He being fucking modest. Bitch ass really saying he fucking told me so. Fucking prat. Throwing it in my face how he made that happen like he said he was. Then again the nigga didn't say that so I can't fucking say any of that shit. I nod my head at him. He smirks. See this bitch. Lane moves on his chest then gets off the bed screaming. He walks into the bathroom crying.

"Lane?" Cammie says. He just screams. "Okay, okay. You have to talk. I don't know what you want me to do. Tell me."

"I want Daddy."

Trey chuckles. "I'm so ready to be right. Again."

"Bitch." I say walking out.

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Y'think thats enough pens? Either way I don't expect you to do somethin for aaaaaaaaaall of em lol

Gsudkblbzysuv hun, this is so beautifully chaotic!

🖋 Ginger's a vampire but both of her dads (Lee Grimm and Glenn Grimm) are werewolves (Mist Walkers). Both are trans men.

🖋 Jelani uses male, neutral or female pronouns. Has no preference to which ones someone should use.

🖋 Trevor knows ASL. His little brother was deaf and in his memory he learned ASL.

🖋 Angelus sorta, kinda had a daughter. Ok tl;dr back in the late 1800s he ran into this little girl that was living in the street and tried to steal some money off him but she got caught. He gave her everything he had on him and then she ran off and he lost track of her. Much later he found her again but this time she was a bit older, like 11 years old. They recognized each other and they both went to get a bite to eat and she told him she ran away from home because her parents were abusive. Obviously coming from a similar background he heavily sympathized but he didn't know the first thing about kids but he still took her in. She grew up, married and had kids of her own and those kids grew up and eventually his adopted daughter (her name was Alice) grew old and died of old age. He kept in contact with his sort of grandkids obviously but as his great grandkids grew older and had families and kids of their own Angelus distanced himself. How the fuck are ya gonna explain your sort of adoptivr great grandfather looks like a 20 year old twink? He's kept an eye out on them as a "friend of the family".

🖋 AJ introduced Angelus, Mahmud, Tre and Madison to his favorite hobby: parkour. The five of them regularly get together to free run in places they think would be both challenging and fun.

🖋 Madison introduced Mahmud, AJ, Tre and Xiomara to spelunking and scuba diving as a hobby.

🖋 Sanaa loves and collects windchimes. So Ingvarr modified an alarm clock to make any chime she puts on it chime whenever she sets the alarm. So instead of some jarring alarm she wakes up to a windchime.

🖋 Angelus has an abnormally high tolerance for pain to the point where he won't react to most injuries. This was due to years of having to learn to control his cries of pain because the more he cried out the harder he'd get beaten.

🖋 Trevor holds the world record for longest confirmed sniper kill. Can't be found in any public record but it's in Oracle records and that's good enough for him.

🖋 Jelani (Loke and Jela's grandad, not J lol) and Subira made a spell called "Bright Light". Basically a faint little orb of light that when cast makes anyone near it calm down. It works for regular nervousness, anxiety, panic attacks, anger and so on. It's one of those beginner type spells that barely requires any energy and it can either hover over the caster's palm or it can be "attached" to an object.

🖋 Sunniva (she was Ingvarr's first wife and the woman who gave birth to Loke) is still alive. After she became pregnant she heavily regretted it so that's why as soon as Loke was born she ran away without telling anyone anything. Loke was always told that she disappeared but honestly speaking he never knew her so he has no attachment to her. To him Sanaa is HIS mother and only her.

🖋 Latoya was what you would consider a sickly kid. Someone in another country sneezed and she got sick. Her colds and flus lasted longer than usual and she was a super skinny little girl. When puberty hit she took up sports and when she was 18 she started lifting weights, blew up in terms of muscle tone and got laser eye surgery. Now she's like Rambo in his prime but pretty.

🖋 Abigail is constantly coloring her hair different colors but her favorite is any hue of green since that's her favorite color. She'll also help and color anyone else's if they ask her for help.

🖋 Ginger and Abigail got married on October 13th. Yes, the wedding had a Victorian goth theme to it. Even though they couldn't eat it the cake was red velvet with black frosting and everything. It almost looked like a funeral 'cause everyone was wearing black. I hope to doodle Ginger and Abby in their wedding dresses someday.

🖋 Haakon had a habit of collecting leaves from different countries he visited and kept them safe. Ingvarr and Jørgen both keep journals with leaves of different countries they've visited. They write down the tree the leaf came from, country where they got it from and date.

🖋 Anette can't drive until she's 21. When she was 14 she took Jelani's car, drove her and a bunch of her friends super late at night in winter (from what I've read driving in Norway during winter is horrible), crashed into another car after she lost control, totalled both Jelani's car and the other car and severely injured some of her friends and the other driver. The funny/not funny part is Jela was planning on giving her that car when she got her license but she totalled it. It was BMW by the way. Fuckin' teenager driving around in a 2 year old Beemer lol.

🖋 Speaking of cars. Grete (Anette's mother and Loke and Jelani's aunt) is horribly afraid of driving. She can't get behind the wheel of a car without freaking out. Anette crashing made the fear 10x worse. She can be in a car as long as she isn't driving and the car isn't going too fast.

🖋 During a visit Anette convinced both her parents and Jelani to let her stay with him during the summer. She also convinced both Leah and Xolani to stay over as well. So for a whole ass summer Jelani had three teenagers staying over as a kind of sleep over vacation. It actually turned out fun in the end, the kids had fun and Anette and her rebellious attitude kinda softened.

🖋 Anette, Xolani and Leah have one defining thing in common. None of them know what to do with the rest of their lives. Thing is Leah is very nervous about it, Xolani is kind of aloof about it and Anette is kinda of frustrated about it. Anette is frustrated which leads her to act out and cause trouble. Xolani just looks like they don't care but they do. Leah is super nervous about it. Another thing they got in common is the three of them tend to look up to Loke and Jelani 'cause they feel both understand them better than their parents do.

🖋 Ginger is kinda very obsessed with portals. She's fascinated by them but also respects them as they are incredibly dangerous and unpredictable. She is basically the only person in the world that managed to control portals even if it's for a short amount of time.

🖋 Shaine got really into explosives when she was just a kid. After an accident with a dozen cherry bombs she was left partially deaf, now has to wear a hearing aid and is the explosives expert.

🖋 Before joining Oracle Katya financed her transition by making fake IDs and passports. She also doxxed corrupt government officials and ransomed vital information she got off them.

🖋 Loke is allergic to bird dandruff but would love to have a pet pigeon. At least he can have dogs which is his other favorite animal. His favorite dog is the pitbull.

🖋 Until he got together with Jelani all of Angelus's previous relationships were short and ended in kind of disaster because he constantly compared them all to Jelani and to him they didn't measure up. He ultimately said no to relationships around the 1930s and just fucked around. Obviously until he got shit faced once and confessed to Jelani he was in love with him and the rest is history.

🖋 Tre is one of the super rare seers that can see and feel visions. He's so sensitive that merely standing in an area with a lot of energy could affect him.

🖋 In Oracle there is a head of the organization and two leaders. Current head is Aleksey with Jelani and Angelus as leaders. There's always three as kind of a callback let's call it to when Oracle was started. Aleksey and two close friends started it so from then on there's always 3 leads. When Aleksey steps down Jelani will be head, Ginger will be the second lead and Angelus is the third lead, however he plans on making Trevor the third lead. The reason is because Angelus is fully aware of what he can and can't do and he knows damn well that he isn't lead of an organization material. When he steps down he'd be the Trickster team leader, that he can handle, and since Trevor left a vacant spot Loke would take that spot.

🖋 There is a place called Kironia. It's theorized to be a sort of epicenter for portal activities. Angelus and Ginger have been tasked with keeping an eye on it but it's shrouded in so much mystery most people don't think it's real.

🖋 Despite the fact that Trevor personally knows a Maker and a goddess (Jade, Latoya's girlfriend) he's still an athiest.

🖋 Trevor didn't have a name growing up, he chose the name Trevor because it sounded pleasant. He took his surname, Ravencroft, from a woman he'd heard of from other Oracle agents. He eventually got to meet Morgana Ravencroft, she thought it was flattering he took her name.

🖋 Speaking of Morgana Ravencroft, Angelus was first introduced to the concept of magic because of her. He went with Trevor to help him with some supplies and after being completely hypnotized by some illusions she gave him a book on the basics and helped him get started.

🖋 Loke stopped aging and it's something of a weird occurrence that is brought up every so often. When he was 28 years old he and Jelani (who was 15 at the time) were delivering some supplies to another village. They ran into bandits and as usual Loke was trying to protect Jelani and in doing so he was fatally wounded. Of course Jelani freaked the fuck out and his "fail safe" kicked in. Jela doesn't remember but Loke does, he saw Jelani change form and after dealing with the bandits he turned his attention to Loke and stopped him from dying. He was rusty as fuck so he put a little more oomph behind it and a tiny portion of his energy slipped into Loke. Neither of them know but Loke is basically kinda frozen in time when it comes to aging. So because of this Loke can't die unless Jelani dies.

🖋 Loke has a black feather that's warm to the touch and small embers can be seen floating out of it. He's never mentioned it to anyone and keeps it close to him. The feather came from Jelani when he changed form to fight off the bandits. After he blacked out and changed back Loke found the feather on the ground. He knew where it came from that's why he kept it. He's never told Jelani about that day because he doesn't know what it means and he thinks telling him would only serve to confuse him further.

🖋 Continuing with Loke, he's your average run of the mill berserker. That means he cannot use magic while in berserker mode or even with his weapons. The only ones that can do that are arcanist berserkers (the Nyota tribe). Sanaa is an arcanist berserker, she can use magic while in berserker mode. However, through years of practice Sanaa managed to teach Loke one spell that her people are really fond of. Falling Stars is a spell that has the user charge a single arrow. The arrow is shot upwards and as soon as it reaches high enough it splits into hundreds of arrows that rain down on the target. Loke started practicing when he was 8 years old and by the age of 30 he managed to pull it off making him the first berserker to use magic.

🖋 Jelani and Leah are two of the extremely rare and fortunate people that have gone through a portal and have returned. Whether their return was sheer luck or the fact that he's a Maker is something I'll elaborate on later.

🖋 Haakon knew Jelani wasn't a berserker. Haakon himself had a feeling that his grandson was something far more, if that makes sense. The day Jela was born Haakon had a dream but instead of fear he just felt an insurmountable amount of wonder. He's only ever told his wife, Eli, who in turn believed him. Both always made sure Jela didn't feel out of place and Haakon frequently encouraged him.

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Hi, i want to share some thoughts and you and your blog always been one you can do it in so i hope it's o.k with you. I read lately a lot of articles about stats of Arsenal players that also comparing players stats. I think when you do so you have to consider the positions of these players during the seasons and the no. of touches they made cuz if you don't you're manipulate the stats and hurt the more versatile players in the team If i take the attack players (RW, AM, LW) and compare (1/_)

their touches or the touches in the box it obviously will show that the AM have more of these two because she is in a central position And with an Arsenal-style attack that is based on possession and not counter attacks you have to go through the midfield so the AM will always be the one with more touches in the box or outside it if you compare her with the Wingers ( I took the CF out cuz her role is to be in the box the most and the target for the last pass), this and more especially when you have players in attack that play the same position all season and you compare them with players that played also in other positions during the season (more deep in midfield like CDM and so) because an injury problem in the team. The truth is that by this they hurt their own stats (and its o.k cuz the team is first) but in the same time they not got any credit about their versatility (Dom, DvD and so) unless you are an english player and then you will get all the glory for your versatility. 

In any case, the versatility of these players has become like something obvious for the fans and media (just think we don't have these players that playing very good in a lot of positions when we have a injury problem) and this is were they're IMO very underrated because the media and fans tend to form an opinion a player based on stats mostly and when you not consider these things it's wrong one cuz like i said their stats will be all over the place when you compare them to a player that played one position all season. 

second thing is that like i said the more central you position is the more touches you will make so no doubt you have more opportunities to create especially cuz all the field is open for you in central and you have a lot of options. thats why i think that if you compare AM with Wingers you need to base it on also on touches and not based only pr 90 min. for exp. Nobbs started in 12 games and DvD in 14 but they have almost the same no. of touches (around 840) and if you take this number and consider that DvD played also as winger and CM/DCM during the season and only her stats almost similar to Nobbs i say her numbers is more impressive ( 24/20 kp, 7/6 gca, 36/43 sca). I choose to read the stats not as pr 90 min cuz their touches on the ball is almost similar and to take in account that DvD played in 4 different positions during the season it all depends how you choose to read the stats and if you take other things in consideration. also don't forget that the writers is also biased with some players they want to hype (cuz nationality or so). I'm very very sorry the ask is so long 👀👀👀it's horrible i know 🙈🙈🙈 and i'm sorry for my English too (7/7).

For exp of how the media is biased in England: no one talk about Bloodworth last season when she played as CB, LB and CDM but don't stop talking about Willamson this season when she played the same positions. Also they didn't stop talking about Nobbs stats last season with 8 starts and 9 goals/ 3 assist but didn't say a word about DvD with 11 starts and 10 goals/ 3 assist and her and Dom filling every position in midfield (she start as a winger) cuz of the injuries of Nobbs, Little and Lia.

Don’t apologise at all for anything this is all very interesting and I always like to read you opinion on things! You raise some interesting points here, the ones about stats and needing context to be taken into proper consideration has been touched on before but not so much in relation to the context with other players. I agree that it’s a dangerous game you play when you start to compare two players with the same stats that don’t necessarily play in the same position. Each player functions as a different part which makes up the general team machinery, you don’t want two parts that are the same as in that case one of them becomes redundant and the team loses some of that originality and individuality. So comparing two players on the same stats, unless they play in the same position or want to compare how different positions utilise different assets, is not the best way forward without taking into account playing context.

Your focus on versatility over stats it’s also an interesting one. I think they can be mutually beneficial at times and wouldn’t say that versatility is the be all and end all. Some people specialise in one position and it would be nonsensical to put them anywhere else because they’re so good at it - Viv is the best example here and beth to an extend since she practically only ever plays on the wing now. Also, unless you really are a versatile player then there’s no benefit of putting someone out of position if they’re not going excel as much there (jack of all trades master of none and all that). However, I agree with you in the fact that versatility is another important context that needs to be taken into account when looking at stats. 

Also, the bit about some players having their versatility taken for granted whilst other play out of their normal position and get really praised by it raises an important point about bias. I definitely agree that there are some players that get a lot more hype than others, some of it is justifed and some of it is excessive, but I also think it’s a natural thing which comes with any sports team/other group thing. At Arsenal I do imagine you’re on to something with the nationality, it’s an English team so it makes sense that a lot of people will get behind the English players (whether this is fair/right or not is another issue), and also just the English-speaking players in general since they are able to build a wider rapport with their audiences and command the crowd more. Daan I see more hype about the versatility but maybe it is more taken for granted than whenever Leah plays out of CB - I think how much Daan plays out of position compared to Leah might also be a reason behind this though. Idk it’s a very interesting point and I must say I hadn’t thought about nationality bias as much as I’d thought about general player bias, so I’ll definitely keep that in mind and be on the look out for it from now on. Thank you once again for all your thoughts, and you English was great :) 

[tessxomarie]

Saving You - Part I

*Hi everyone! First, I need to shoutout @hellosupernaturaldoctor​  for giving me advice and the confidence to even attempt this. This is my very first time writing any fan-fiction and the first time I’ve decided to post any of my writing some place other than a word doc. I’ve had this idea for this story since mid-season of the Mayans, and after the finale I put all my thoughts into a story. It starts off slow, but I promise what I have in store next will be worth it! PS, Any feedback is appreciated! - This story takes place a few months after the season one finale. Ez is now a newly patched in member, Alvarez is still working for Galindo; things have been quiet as of late, well for the most part.*

It’s a Friday afternoon, I’m just getting off of work. It’s hot as fuck outside – guess that’s the price you pay when you live in the desert. I lazily gather my purse from the backroom, before I step foot outside, I redo my hair. What was once a cute pony tail this morning has turned into a mangled mess. As my luck would have it, my hair tie snaps as soon as I go to wrap it around a third time. “Fuck.” I mumble to myself. I always wear an extra hair tie on my wrist, but I cannot have a naked wrist. “Fine, a mangled mane I will have. It’s fine, it’s fine.” I whisper to myself. If I don’t leave here now, I will lose all sanity I have left. Man, what a shit show day today has been, this heat must be getting to the kids. Two broken wrists, a broken arm, a no helmet incident and a random summer cold. I didn’t get puked or shit on, and no kid attempted to kick or hit, so I call today’s shit show a success. Just as I’m about to leave, one of my co-workers stops me, “Leah, good work today. You kept that broken arm kid really calm. Keep it up.” Elena tells me with a smile. “Thanks, Elena. I’m just doing my job, but I always welcome feedback, so thanks again.” I say to her as I head out the back door. It’s 4:30pm, I’ve been on the clock since 6am, one would think I deserve to simply go home and use my complex’s pool – oh one can dream. But nope, I’m still on the clock but I guess you could call this gig more of an always “on-call” service.

I pull up in my old school blacked out Jeep Grand Cherokee about twenty minutes after I leave the clinic to the Romeo Brothers Scrapyard, also known as the headquarters for the Mayans MC.  

Chucky greets me, per usual. “Greetings Nurse Aleeah.” He says to me with a big smile and a salute. I let out a giggle as I always do whenever someone says my full name…I rarely ever go by it, but around here, I hear it more than I have in years. But Chucky, oh Chucky– how does one describe a chronic masturbator who has a good heart and is part of the biker world without truly being a biker? I guess I just did, didn’t I? “Hey Chucky, how are you?” I ask as I park and exit my Jeep. “I am well, swell actually. I have no complaints today.” Chucky answers with a big smile. “Good, I’m glad to hear that.” I say as I give his arm a friendly squeeze. “The boys need your assistance, I don’t know details but clearly someone got messed up hence why you are here.” Chucky explains in typical Chucky fashion.I roll my eyes as I stand in front of the clubhouse. “It’s always something with these boys, huh?” I rhetorically ask. Chucky nods his head and heads back to the office. I walk up the steps and take a deep breath before I enter the clubhouse. This club is like a box of chocolates, you never know what the fuck you’re going to get so it’s best you just grin and bear it. Is it just a cut from a broken beer bottle? Did a fight break out and there is blood everywhere? A bullet wound? A stabbing wound? A rat bite? Like I said, you just never know. I open the doors and pray today is nothing major. “Have no fear, your favorite RN is here.” I announce as I enter the clubhouse and strike a pose in the doorway.  “Umm, isn’t it RN BSN?” Riz corrects as he stands and greets me. “Have I told you that you’re my favorite?” I reply with a playful wink and smile, it does make me truly happy that these guys acknowledge and are proud of my accomplishments. “Hola Aleeah.” Riz says to me while we greet with a warm hug, per usual. “Hey, I spy my favorite nurse!” Gilly shouts from across the room. Creeper, Hank and Taza also wave from the card table. “Greetings gentlemen, you all seem to be in one piece.” I say as I mosey around the few tables between me and the guys. “Although that pleases me, who is the one who called up 1-800-Rescue Nurse?” I sarcastically spit, which receives some laughs from the guys. “They’re in church.” Hank points towards the door. “They? Plural?” I ask looking at Riz, and he nods to confirm. “Jesus Christ.” I say palming my face. “Lee Baby!” Coco shouts from exiting church and walking over to me with open arms. “Ah, Coco Loco.” I reply with a smile and we hug. “How are you doing, Coco?” I ask after we break our embrace. “A lot better than your next two victims.” He replies, him not making much eye contact and that just gives it away – I know automatically who my victims are. “You gotta be kidding me? They got into it again?!” All Coco does is nod and look down at the floor. “How bad?” I ask. “What do you mean? How bad do they look? Or how bad is it between them?” Coco asks me. I shake my head with disgrace. I angrily take my steps towards church and I aggressively open the door. “Damn, she is pissed.” I hear Creeper’s echo as I close the door, as soon I enter the room. Looking at the table, I see them. One is at one end, the other one on the opposite end. I drop my nurse’s bag on the table and cross my arms. “You two have some damn nerve - getting into it again. Jesus. You’re fucking brothers, you are blood – blood don’t do this shit.” I yell with anger and confusion. Silence fills the air as the guys look at each other and up at me. Bishop then looks over to me and quirks an eyebrow and half smile. “Excuse my poor manners, Bish. Your boys tend to make me lose all sanity I have left at the end of a work week.” I tell him as I walk over and give him a warm embrace. “Oh Leah, you’re fine. I know this shit has been out of control recently.” Bishop pauses and looks over to the guys. He takes a deep breath. “I’ll let you handle them now. I’ll be outside if you need a referee.” Bishop exits and I just stand there, crossed arms again. Both boys refuse to look me in the eye, but instead stare each other down. “Are you just going to stand there?” Angel seethes. I let out a sarcastic laugh. “Give me one good reason as to why I should fix the both of you up? Huh? Because as I see it, this is the fourth time this month…THIS MONTH!  Angel, please, humor me and explain to me why the fuck I should tend to your wounds yet again? Maybe if I let you both be, you’ll learn these fights aren’t worth it.” I take a deep breath myself, and I run my hand through my tangled hair, which I then end up putting up in a pony tail right after, I’ll just have to remember to find another hair tie to wear on my wrist later.   “Alright, I’m sorry I went off. You two, you two just frustrate me.” I say holding my hands up mimicking a surrender. I take another breath and look between the boys. My gaze is drawn to EZ, probably because he’s the easier one out of the two. “Okay, EZ, I see that nasty cut on your cheek, oh and your hand – good going big brother.” I say as I look over to Angel. He looks away the moment I look his way. “Shocker, EZ gets to be first yet again.” Angel chirps. “Seriously?” I snap. “I’m over here fucking bleeding, I could be dying but all you and anyone ever cares about is Ezekiel.”   “Shut it Angel, just shut it, please.” I beg. I start to tend to EZ’s war wounds; some cuts, a nasty one on his cheek – I’m guessing Angel’s rings got the best of him this time around. EZ, he doesn’t say much this time I’m here. I know that he feels the same way as me – he’s tired of this back and forth shit with his brother. “EZ, no more. It’s one thing when you all call me to take a bullet out, or to give a rabies shot, but this shit – playground fights, I’m done.” I explain as I place the last bandage strip to his cheek. EZ doesn’t make eye contact, and his jaw is clenched. His knees shaking. “I know, Lee. I’m sorry you’re doing this again.” EZ tells me as he finally meets my eyes for the first time. EZ, he’s easy to read. He wears his emotions in his eyes, his eyes right now are filled with pain and sadness. This whole feud with Angel, it’s taken a toll on everyone in this club. It’s been almost eight months of this fuckery. “Remove the bandage Sunday night, it needs about 48 hours to heal. If you feel the need to remove it beforehand, clean it thoroughly. Have some of your favorite tequila tonight, and you will be good.” I tell EZ as I throw away the things I used to care for him. “Thanks, Lee.” He says as he kisses me on the cheek and walks somberly out of church. My heart aches for EZ, because the pain – physical and emotional is all over his face and body. Angel hasn’t taken his eyes off of the wall nor has he spoken. I slide my bag down the table as I slowly make my way towards him. Rubber gloves are on, and I grab his face. “Let’s see your damage.” I say, like a dog would when a human goes to check their mouth for something, Angel gives me a little tension as I touch his face. Again, no eye contact. A look of annoyance screams from his expression. I see a nasty cut on the side of his head, by his eye – a sensitive area which bleeds more than most. A black eye is also forming. “Jesus Christ, Angel.” I say examining the cut a little further. “This has to stop. I’m begging. I cannot deal with looking at you two like this, because my fear is that one day, I’m going to be too late to help any of you.” “What if it is?” He spews. I scoff, “No more.” Is all I manage to say. I take out an alcohol swab to clean out his cut. “This is going to sting, on the count of three – one, two, three.” I say as I then put the swab against the cut. A loud hiss comes from Angel and an instant reaction of mine is to grab his face and blow lightly at the cut, helping the sting not be so painful. Angel’s eyes then lock with mine, a look of shock and confusion fill his brown eyes. Angel and I, we’ve had a very interesting relationship since I first came to Santo Padre. He gave me an attitude and I gave it right back – he seemed more pissed off when I talked back than just walking away, and the more I talked back, the more tension built up between us. We started out on the wrong foot, and that’s how we have remained. He lets me care for him, depending on the time of day. Sometimes he lets his girlfriend, well I think she’s his girlfriend, Adelita, clean him up. Today, for whatever reason, he stuck around the clubhouse. I continue to blow on his wound, and I wince back in pain for him because I know it had to sting like a bitch. “Uhh, sorry. It’s a habit of mine, when I treat the kids, I have to do this; they hate it too, so that technique helps them...” I ramble and look away because I sense a bit of embarrassment, as I’ve never been “nice” to Angel. I look and reach back at the table to grab what I need next, just as I turn to face Angel again, I notice a very small smile on his face. “What?” I question, because seeing him smile legit concerns me. “It’s nothing, Leah.” He says monotone and lets me continue working on him. A few more minutes go by, and I determine that he doesn’t need any stitches, just a little butterfly work on one of his eyebrows. “Okay, that’s all. No stitches today, that cut on the side of your face, it’s a sensitive area that bleeds more than most. Your eyebrow cut, it’s an awkward cut – it’s ugly but not ugly enough for stitches. My only request is when you clean it out, could you please use both water and soap?” I emphasize. I know how these guys operate. They either use a dirty rag or tap water to clean themselves up. I turn to clean up my stuff and Angel lets out a minor laugh, which catches me off guard. I look at him and quirk an inquisitive look. Angel stands up, he turns behind his chair and lightly pounds his fist to the back of it. “You sounded just like my ma.” He tells me, in the softest voice I have ever heard Angel speak in. I offer him a small smile as I already know what that history is. Angel leaves church, and per usual no other words are spoken, no thank you’s, nothing. I stay behind a few more moments and collect my thoughts and belongings. I hear the door open, at first I’m startled but relieved it’s just Bishop. “How we doin’, sweetheart?” He asks. I let out a very deep sigh and my facial expression tells my feelings of this whole ordeal. Bishop can’t help but laugh, “I know, Lee. I know.” He tells me as he pulls me in for a hug. “I just need to go home and lay in bed and watch a trashy romcom.” I exclaim as I grab my bag. “I think you’ve deserved that, but before you go – you have a visitor.” He tells me. A look of a deer in the head-lights flashes across my face, who the hell could be visiting me? “Just come with me.” Bishop motions for me to take his hand and follow him. Nerves take over, with the Club, you never know what can happen. As I exit the room, I see the guys scattered all over the clubhouse yet all eyes are on me. “Your visitor is the biggest pain in my ass, so make it quick.” Bishop says, but I catch his playfulness I his voice and I look to the bar and I see who Bishop is talking about – Marcus Alvarez.

[twilightxcx]

Paul Lahote - Finding Home

Paul Lahote ×OC

(the wolves are actual wolves and not the animated from the film, these are more realistic)

(In this one Jacob did not imprint on Nessie. Instead the Wolfpack and Cullens came to an agreement and also another wolf, that's not from the Wolfpack, has imprinted on her, just so theres no confusion.)

PART 10: The Treaty

NOVAS POV

The next day Paul picks me, Seth and Embry up from school. As spoken of yesterday, we are on our way to the border to have said meeting with the Cullens. Whilst I jump into the front seat of the car Seth and Embry take a seat behind us. Both Seth and Embry speak a brotherly hi to Paul whilst I notice Paul's a little bit out of thought, not responding to any of our greetings. Just by looking at him I notice how tense he is, making me imedietly put my hand on top of his that's placed in his lap.

"Are you okay?" I ask, looking straight at him as he looks back into my eyes with uncertainty. He breathes out and shortly shakes his head, giving me a sad look while doing so. "I'm just worried I guess. Knowing all of them will see you and meet you, they will probably like your smell and looks. In difference from the other imprints you have a different feature, including the way you talk. The will be interested in that and Im just worried they will try to separate you from me. Even if they seem nice they are nothing but predators preying on innocent creatures, including humans" He says with a worried, concerned tone placing my both hands in both of his, holding them tight. I nod understandingly at his words, understanding that this probably has been nagging him all day.

"Paul they haven't harmed anyone for centuries, even less so a human of sort." Seth says defending the Cullens siting behind my back as Paul imedietly turn his gaze from my face to Seth's shy form. Paul snarls at his pack mate, making me imedietly understanding the seriousness of the situation. Quickly I place both my hands on Paul's face, trying to take his attention from Seths words back to me.

"They even hurt fucking Bella, Edward's mate just because one of them couldn't handle a paper cut on her finger. So don't come and tell me they wouldnt do the exact same thing to Nova if they did get the chance." Paul growls at his brother as I repetietly start saying Paul's name, not soon enough making Paul focus back at me. Embry sits behind Paul ready to drag out a wolf or two as both Paul but also Seth is shaking, probably out of different reasons.

"Paul don't fight your brother, he has said nothing wrong and ofcourse I will not let them get to me. I'm your imprint and not theirs. Or their friend for that matter. Don't worry, calm down baby, I'm not going anywhere." I calmingly say to Paul as he takes big breaths in order to calm himself. His eyes are closed, making me feel unsure as if I should keep my hands on his face, mostly because he seems so unsure of what to do with himself right now. But soon he still leans into my embrance opening his eyes again, also calming me as he sends me a apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry Seth, I didn't mean to yell at you. I've been worried all day, wondering what they will think of her. I'm hating that they even get to see Nova in the first place, cuz if it weren't for them we wouldn't have to be this cautios in the first place." He sighs holding my hands in his placing gentle kisses into my palms before turning to Seth who already faces him.

"Don't worry Paul, I understand. I would also be as worried as you are if my imprint were to meet with vampires I didnt trust." He explains as Paul nods agreeingly.

"Yeah, and since we are already late I suggest I start driving. I just got to say a proper hi to my baby first" Paul says turning back to me, leaning over his seat into mine to giving me a long wet kiss that makes the guys in the back sigh and me laugh into the loving gesture.

"Hi to you too baby. Let's go before we get there too late." I smile as he give me one last short kiss on my mouth. As we separate he gives me one of his sexy smiles while licking his lips that just makes my stomach flutter.

"Let's go and meet some leetches"

-

As Paul is stil parking the car, Seth and Embry jumps out of it. Whilst Seth seems to wait for me and Paul, Embry phases, giving us a quick look before running into the forest to meet up with the rest of the pack. Paul then easily unbuckles both mine and his own belts, surprising me as I just realise what we are about to do.

"Wait, how are you gonna take me there now that we don't have the car?"I ask turning to him already knowing the answer. He holds my hand in his, stroking it calmingly as he answers.

"I guess you are gonna have to ride on my back, if you are okay with that?" He says unsurley of how I am gonna react as his eyes stays locked at the floor. Paul scratches his neck with his empty hand before looking back up at me. I nod agreeingly, still processing the whole thing.

"Yes I guess it's fine I just didn't.. Expect it would ever happen. But sure, sure. Let's do it."I answer smilingly making him smile before both of us jump out of the car.

Stepping out of the car Seth then shifts infrot of our very eyes, chocking me a little since I've only seen Paul in wolfform this upfront before. Just like Paul he has a greyish type of fur, but Seth's is more brown/dark toned. Whilst Seth slowly walks up to me, letting me pet him, Paul starts to undress before throwing both his shirt and pants into a nearby bush. Then I realise he stands maybe a few inches away from us almost naked, making my cheeks turn red as i focus entirely on Seth's incredibly soft fur to not get even more embarrassed with my own dirty thoughts spreading through my mind like a fire in a forest.

After Paul has phased, he walks over to where Seth and I stands, almost pushing away his brother to take back my focus to him from his younger packmate. I laugh at the sudden motion, getting a even wider grin on my face when Seth starts whining since he now couldnt get anymore pets from me. Paul let's out a sound that only could be described as a 'Thats right' to Seth, learning him who's imprint it's actually is. At that I laugh too.

"Come on Paul, I can pet him too" I speak as Paul just breathes out in my face, probably as an answer of no, before pulling me even closer with his giant paw placed on my back. It's almost like we are hugging when he places his very heavy head as much as possible on my not so strong shoulder so that his fur caresses against the side of my face and neck. I reach my arms around him as much as I can, my arms almost imedietly disappearing into his thick fur. He then does something I didn't even know they could do, he starts purring.

You heard right. He purrs. And just like that reality hits me, that all of this is real and in a even more surreal manner, I am about to meet my own doctor, and his family who's all vampires.

After standing like that for a moment, just enjoying each other's presence, I simply let go of Paul, only to hear another whine, but from Paul this time as I smilingly shake my head looking up at Paul's eyes, meeting a loving gaze. He then looks over at Seth, communicating trough their minds before looking back at me, now with a more serious look on his face. Since Paul and I always need to have some type of psychical contact, I let my hands gently caress the fur that I reach whilst they talk to eachother, just about where his cheek would have been if he would have been human. And even tho he's maybe 3 feet taller then me, he gently closes his eyes for a second, like a small puppy getting petted by his owner. And maybe at this moment he is just as me wishing we wouldn't have to do this in the first place.

Then I nod, understanding what they were taking about without even having to mention it. Getting a nod back from him as he turns back around, he then crouches. I walk slowly up to him before gently placing myself on his back, with a little help from Seth who pushes my unsteady ass up Paul's back. And then we're off.

I can feel Paul running a little bit slower then he usually would have, and also much more gentle. Especially since Seth splashes in any puddle he sees whilst Paul runs around it, jumping and swinging with his wolf shaped like body as little as he can.

When we arrive everyone is there, waiting. I can feel the vampires watch me with interested eyes, and even Carlisle seems interested in my appearance. Since Paul is third in command, I am placed between Sam and Paul, with Jacob, Quil, Leah and Seth on Paul's side and Jared, Embry and Collin and Brady on Sam's side. Sam is the only one in human form, probably so I feel less alone as the only human. Carlisle starts.

"Good day, Sam, Nova, and the rest of the pack. Before we start I would like to introduce my family to your newest packmember, is that okay?" Carlisle asks with a nice, genuine tone. Since Carlisle already looks at me, Sam turns to me too as I nod before mouthing my answer for the rest of the pack and the Cullens. Carlisle smiles.

"Very well. I just want to start with of saying that even tho you now know things about me and my family that you might not find so pleasant, i promise you that my family would never do anything to try and harm either you or the pack. We have a deal and I also find it morally wrong to hurt someone at all. That's why I am a doctor after all and after this meeting I would hope to see that you still have enough trust in me and my family to stay a patient of mine?" Carlisle speaks direct to me as if neither Paul or the rest of the pack was even there. Paul snarls at his words but gets ordered to back down by Sam. Soon I can feel Paul's soft fur brush against my own arm, knowing he craving some sort of contact to calm down. I answer.

"I don't think anything of you except for what I know. But I have chosen a side and it will always be with the wolves, but you are still my doctor yes. I need the treatment." I speak honestly, earning a sympthic look from the woman on his right. Carlisle seems to notice my curiosity about the other vampires almost imedietly and happily thanks for staying his patient before he starts to introduce his family.

"This is my wife Esme" He starts, putting his arm around the woman to his right. She smiles at me, waving as I wave back, not wanting to be rude. Her hair is dark brown and her eyes carries a golden tint, just like the rest of them. She's also very beautiful, just like the rest of them. It's almost as if you are not supposed to know what really lays behind the surface.

"And this is Emmett, with his wife Rosalie-" Carlisle speaks pointing at a very bulky man and a woman with beautiful golden hair. The man, Emmet waves at me as the woman, Rosalie just rolls her eyes. I nod, saying a short hello to both of them before he continues. "And then here we have Edward and Bella, but also their daughter Renesmee." Carlisle presents a family of three. The little girl smiles at me, carrying the same beautiful black hair as her mother whilst her dad has a reddish/blondish type of color in his. As I realise they are the ones Seth and Paul talked about in the car, I shiver at the thought of how Renesmee came to life and still can be alive, gaining a almost bewildered look from the man across the field, the dad whose eyes are now staring down my soul. Paul growls again, feeling the stare from Edwards eyes laying on top of me. I look down as some of the packmembers seems to talk to him through their mindlink. He places himself even closer to me, now close enough so that his furry side is pressed to my human. Carlisle keeps on going.

"And lastly but certainly not least, we have Alice and Jasper." He presents the last two vampires, and to be polite I smile at the girl with pixi hair and a shy smile placed on her lips. But the second our eyes meet her mouth turns straight and it's almost as she zooms out, seeing something. Jasper, the man next to her directly places his hands on her shoulders turning her so she faces him. He asks what is happening and what she sees but she doesnt answer.

A few moments later, Edward jumps in.

"She sees your future. It's amazing." He says just as shocked as the rest of them look. Even the wolf pack turn to stare back at little me. I frown.

"Thats not possible, you can't see the wolves future. Never have."I try, repeating what Paul had told me hours earlier by text. Alice gets back from her trance, looking back at me. Her mouth agape.

"He's so beautiful" She whisperes even tho all of us hear her clearly. Edward closes his eyes, focusing on something.

"Who?" Sam commands. Alice them turns to Paul, smiling.

"Don't worry. He's gonna have her eyes." She says smilingly to Paul while the rest of us still stand there like idiots. "Who are you talking about Alice?" I ask determinedly. She looks yet again back at me.

"Your son." And just like that, the whole forest turns quiet. The only thing i feel is my own beating heart, and the only thing I hear is Paul's heating heart. It can't be true, I shake my head.

"Impossible." I say. "You can't see the wolves future and even less so who's gonna have children and when"

"He's here in a year, I can even tell you his name if you dont believe me" She says taking a step forward, trying to interact but only gets a collective snarl from everyone in the pack. She directly takes her step back, hands in the air. Sam turns to me and Paul, unsure of how to act.

"You believe ve her?" I ask. But before he gets time to answer, Edward interrupts.

"She is telling the truth. And even tho we don't know how this is happening yet, I can see it too, a part atleast. It's almost like you are blocking me out. One second I can read your thoughts but the other I hear dead silence. Like NOW! Nothing" I shake my head. "I guess maybe I switch singnals, I don't know. Im not doing anything." I shrug my shoulders. Paul looks down at me with his beautiful darkbrown eyes, licking my face before lowering his head even more, to my stomach.

"We haven't even had sex yet." I whisper to him even tho I know everyone listens. He stands up straight again, facing me. The look I get is happiness, and love, as if even tho anything of it hasn't happened yet it is what he wants.

"He says it doesn't matter. He wants that future" Edward irritably peaks in as I give him one angry look. "Stop ruining our moment" I speak with a angry tone earning somewhat a collective laugh from everyone in the pack. Paul yet again licks my cheek and butts his head in a affectionate manner at my shoulder. I smile.

"Alright we'll talk more about this at home. We got other things to talk about now" I caress his big furry head one last time before Carlisle jumps in, continuing the meeting.

"Since Nova already is a patient of mine I see it as a duty for me, and my family to transport her safely through our land to the hospital and then back to your land when she is treated." Carlisle says as Sam nods in agreement. "This far we all agree. Nova needs to be transported by company at all times. We take no risk in her going alone." Sam answer before Carlisle continues.

"Ofcourse. We can also allow that someone follows through with her, as requested, but only one." The blond haired man carrying a jacket with a scarf on top and jeans says, making the majority of the pack snarl, the grupp of wolves disappointed in it only being one allowed to follow through when a imprint can be put at such risk.

Sam shakes his head.

"I want there to be atleast two the first three times. And if It all goes well by then, then we might consider a follower of one." Sam order's as Carlisle take a long look at both Edward but also Alice before they gather in a small circle quietly discussing the offer. I don't hear anything from it, but soon they turn towards us again, stand back to where they stood before with their mates.

"We accept the offer, but only if Renesmee is allowed to try her power on Nova. It won't hurt her, Nessie will just try to show her a mental picture." Edward speaks up, turning to his daughter. Renesmees gaze on the other hand is already laid on me, and unlike the rest of the coven she has brown eyes. Our eyes met and I nod, agreeingly. "Sure" I say. "Now?" Carlisle smiles at me. "If that's okay with you".

"Yes" I speak, hoping that Sam and Jake agrees to let me go, and as I take a step forward they don't protest, so I continue. But I only get to make two steps before Paul butts in.

When I try to take a stup further Paul stands himself infront of me, blocking the way. He growls at the cullens as I try to make my way around him. Then again, he blocks me from taking another step.

"Paul let her go. She's just gonna meet Renesmee." Sam order's as Paul meets his alphas gaze. He shakes his head, almost looking like he's about to go against his alphas order.

"He can go with her. We don't mind" Alice sweet almost pitchy voice catches the attention, surpricing not only the wolves but her own mate Jasper. Sam nods, motioning for us to walk over to them. Jasper disagrees.

"What, no. We need to keep a distance, Alice." He speaks determinedly mentioning towards Paul's defensive behavior and the fact that if someone in the pack attacks someone from the Cullens or vice versa there will be war. She shakes her head.

"He won't hurt anyone, as long as he gets to go with her." She speaks as if she let alone read his mind. Paul looks back at me, asking the silent question as I nod.

"Sure, if everyone's okey with it then?" I ask meeting Sam's approving gaze one last time before me and Paul slowly walks over to Renesmee, Bella and Edward. Once we are standing a few feet infrot of them, Renesmee leaves her safe place between her two parents, walking over to me with Paul standing protectively against my left side. Meeting her gaze she feels far more older then the age of her body, a soft look on her eyes even tho she's standing a few inches from a wolf who would tear her to shreds without a seconds doubt if she even took a step to close.

She reaches out with her 12 years old hand at us, in a quiet ask to hold my cheek. I nod, letting her place it on top of my cheek, crouching a little whilst doing so since she's shorter than I am.

She shows me her parents, Isabella and Edward, but she calls them mom and dad in her mind. It's the first memory she has of them, right after she was born. Then she shows me their house, continuing with Carlisle and Esme bringing her bicycling, but also Emmet and Rosalie playing with her. I even get to see Jasper and Alice cooking for her, making her her favorite dish of all time, lasagna. I smile at the mental pictures, feeling like the Cullens are more human then I just recently expected them to be. She shows me that they just like the pack want to live their lives at peace.

She then continues, all suddenly changing the pictures from her family to mine. Showing me a picture of Paul before he met me, unhappy and angry, some pictures even ache in my chest when I see how close they were to actually kill her. But finally they came to an understanding, with an agreement that Renesmee stayes homeschooled till the day she on paper turnes eighteen. From today, thats 15 years till then.

Continuing, she shows a picture of me and Paul now, his eyes glued on me whilst he carries the biggest grin on his face, obviously me wanting to note the difference between the first and the second. He is happy now, and it fills my chest with warmth at the thought.

I pull away when she shows me a picture of what she thinks our baby will look like. And just like Alice's vision he carries my grey eyes, but that's all I am able to see before I pull away. Paul directly stands himself infront of me in a matter of milliseconds, snarling at the little girl and what she showed me that he saw made me wince.

I reach out to caress his back, showing him she did nothing wrong. I speak. "Thank you Renesmee, that was beautiful" My tone is calm, and my words short, wanting to change the subject before any of the Cullens wants to continue the subject knowing they all know what she just showed me.

"I'm sorry if I showed you something you didn't like. I just" Her voice is small and almost ashamed, and as she tries to finish her sentence Paul snarls at the little girl, making both Sam but also her parents react. Sam imedietly calls back Paul as all of the Cullens have their eyes even more focused on us.

"Paul it's fine, just stand behind me and try to breathe. Nothing will happen. I'm just talking to Renesmee."I take his big head in my small arms, caressing the soft fur in my hand in a soothing matter. He breathes out in my face and licks shortly at my cheek before doing as I say. Turning back to Renesmee, I genuinely excuse Paul for his actions. She smiles at me.

"It's fine. Mom and dad tells me I am very strong for my age so I understand his need to protect you." She say, turning back to her parents who both of them send her a small smile. I nod.

"I get it, don't worry. But thank you for showing me, it was really interesting."I state before I turn back to Paul, ready to walk back to the rest of the pack.

"Wait!" She exclaims taking fast steps following me, crossing the invisible line between the Cullens and The packs territories that I and Paul just crossed on our way back. Everybody around the field freezes, including Paul. Now she is currently on Pack land, giving everyone in the pack allowence to any second rip her apart if they so wished, and the Cullens can't do anything about it. She is on their treaty without permission.

Imedietly understanding the seriousness of the situation, I turn back around to try and push her back over, getting even more worried as she doesn't move. She is quite strong for a twelve years old.

"Hey Renesmee, please step back. Just a few steps. Please. I don't want you hurt" I beg her meeting her beautiful brown eyes as I realise she has the eyes of her mother, before the change. She grasps at my hand. Making Rosalie cover her mouth in shock, and Isabella looking like she would be crying if she could. I suck in a breath.

"Renesmee please let go of me and walk back to your parents. Now." I exhale. She looks down, hurt by my harsh tone.

"Will you be my friend?" She asks. I look around me meeting not only Sams gaze but also Jacobs, then Edward's, Jasper, and Alice'. They all carry the same frown on their face, everybody absolutely terrified anything is gonna happen to her. No one wants a war.

"Will you go back to your parents if I am willing to be you friend?" I ask, meeting her gaze. She nods at me with a wide grin placed on her face. She pulls me in for a tight quick hug before walking back over the invisible line and towards her parents. In matter of milliseconds they have run to her and picked her up before running back to where they stod before. Bella carries a mad expression on her face as she looks down at her daughter. Edward just seems bewildered by the whole scenery.

Sam clear his throat, getting back the attention from everyone being focused on Renesmee. I walk back the last part of the field with Paul, soon standing together with the rest of the pack. Paul rubs his whole side against me whilst turning back towards the Cullens, probably as a way of trying to calm me down. She put alot at risk just because of me.

"Now that Renesmee did get to try and show Nova her visions, which did work, I would like to call this meeting canceled" Sam order's as Carlisle smiles in agreement. "As you may please. But before you go, I would like to welcome Nova to come visit our home sometime. Whenever and with whoever she wishes ofcourse." Carlisle speaks meeting my questioning gaze. Meeting Sam's eyes he seems just as baffled at the statement.

"Sure. Thank you. I'll see you during my next treatment" I speak, Carlisle nodding. "Yes. See you on wednesday, goodbye." Carlisle speaks as Sam changes back into a wolf, ready to head back to the reservation.

"Goodbye" I wave, getting a wave back from Renesmee as Paul let's me hop on his back again by laying down flat on his four paws. Whilst Paul stands up with me on his back, I send a last glanse at the already gone Cullens before Paul and I join the pack.

With my arms placed securely as far as I manage around the wolf's troath, we start to run in unison with the pack. Since Paul is third in command, he places himself next to Sam and Seth. Taking a look at each individual of the pack, all of them run with such grace, and ease, like they were born to do exactly this.

The ride is over almost too soon, and as the rest of the pack slows down, Paul does the same. It looks like we are back by Emily's and Sam's house, and without me even noticing, two wolves have left the pack, probably to go pick up the car Paul picked us up with. Paul let's me down next to a large tree trunk before disappearing into a bush nearby.

"Gosh, thought that pale ass never would stop talking. Even weirder when they invited you into their home. I wouldn't take that offer if I were you, I mean what did you do in difference from the other imprints they've met?" Embry is the first one done changing back into his jeans shorts. With his hands in his pockets and his hair a little bit all over the place he walks over to me, speaking whilst doing so.

I get quiet at his words, unsure how I should answer. Why did they invite me if they haven't invited the other imprints? Sam soon takes my defence.

"Let her be Embry. Nova did as she was expected and I can promise you she knows just as little as you do about the Cullens and their wierd ideas." Sam tells, walking out of another bush as also Jared and Seth does the same. Seth runs over to me.

"Dude! They want you as their friend. Please you gotta take me there if you ever go! I haven't gotten to wrestle with Emmet in weeks!" Seth exclaims with a happy grin on his face, putting his hands on my much smaller biceps, shaking me in excitement. If the ride on Paul's back didn't shake me enough, Seth just did.

"Ah come on Seth, you wanna hangout with those palefaces? I get that wolf who sadly imprinted on that disgusting half vampire and therefore have to hangout with her just as stupid family, but please, you?" Jared interrupts, making Seth turn his gaze to his packbrother standing behind him, also him on his way walking over to us.

"Calm down Jared, it's not like you have to spend extra time with them just because they invited Nova. And if you don't like them that's actually not my problem" Seth defends as Jake comes out of another bush, the two younger wolves (Brady and Collin) soon following behind. All three of them, but also Sam and Embry starts making their way over to the house, leaving me behind with Jared and Seth and Paul.

"Who's gonna spend extra time with Nova?" The familiar warmth from Paul's hands reaches my hips, calming me even more as I hear his deep voice just a few inches from my right ear. I shudder when I feel his strong chest lightly getting pressed to my back.

"The palefaces."Jared frowns as I can feel Paul secure his arms around my waist, I lean into the embrance feeling him gently place his head on top of mine. "Alright. Its not like I can deny my girlfriend the treatment she needs, even less so have any of my packmates talk shit about it." Paul explains with a defensive tone as Jared shrugs his shoulders. "Fine. But we don't want another love triangle between a human, wolf and vampire. Who knows what went through their minds seeing her for the first time." Jared states reaching up his hands in a surrending manner, just wanting to explain, no fights. Paul growls.

"All of them are mated Jared. And if they were to ever try anything I'd rip them apart right then and there." Paul speaks as Seth nods agreeingly. "Yeah, especially now that Nessie is old enough to actually hang out with the her mate" Seth includes.

"Alright, fine. Have it your way. Now let's go inside, im starving."Jared says changing the subject completely, Paul nods.

"Yeah, let's eat. And then we can discuss a little further on who's gonna come with us during the treatments. Anyone you'd prefer, Nova?" Paul says with a calm tone, looking down at me as we walk over to the house. I bit my lip in thought. "I'll have to think about that one."

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