#all hail our fearless leader

[sammyscherub]

falling to my knees rn 🙏🏼

[latanyalove]

Happy Times

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Y/N

Content: Starvation, fluff, Sanji's shy (my favourite part) and Y/N's sad past.

Anon: hello!!!! i love your recent fics and i want to request one for you 🥹 one where reader does happy dances every time she eats sanji’s food? and it’s so natural for her that she makes him shy ((in a good way for doing it

A/n: I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing this! <3

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First of all, thank you for requesting! This is my first time making a request so I hope this story is to your expectations!

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After the Strawhat crew saved your poor country from its terrible leader, you were unexpectedly welcomed aboard as a new addition to the crew.

Despite your lack of devil fruit powers, Luffy saw potential in you and believed that your unique skills and determination would make you a valuable member of the crew. He admired your bravery during the fight and knew that together, you could accomplish even greater things.

He also might have gotten some persuading from a certain cook.

"Cheers to our new nakama, Y/N!" Luffy exclaimed, raising his cup in a toast.

"Cheers!" the crew chorused in unison, their cups clinking together. Each member of the Strawhat crew expressed their excitement for having you on board, promising to support and protect you as one of their own.

From Nami's approving nod to Zoro's subtle smirk, it was clear that you had earned their trust and had become an integral part of their pirate family.

As the celebration continued, you looked around the room and realized that the cook was nowhere to be found. Curiosity piqued, you excused yourself from the crew and made your way to the kitchen, where you found Sanji preparing a feast fit for a king.

You admired Sanji's culinary skills for a while, marveling at how effortlessly he would slice through vegetables and handle the sizzling oil without hesitation. As you watched him prepare the feast, you couldn't help but be in awe of his culinary prowess.

It was no wonder that he was known as the "Black Leg" and hailed as one of the greatest chefs on the Grand Line.

You decided to slip away quietly, not wanting to interrupt Sanji's cooking or draw attention to yourself.

Finding a peaceful spot on the ship, you took a moment to reflect on the incredible turn of events that led you to become a member of the Strawhat crew.

The memories of your past struggles and the newfound sense of belonging filled your heart with gratitude and determination for the adventures that lay ahead.

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It was hard to believe that just a few days ago, you were living in a country oppressed by an unjust ruler. The people had been stripped of their wealth, forced to give all of their money as a gift to the ruler on the 10th anniversary of their reign.

You were once a part of an orphanage that suffered greatly under the ruler's oppressive regime. The orphanage struggled to provide basic necessities for the children, and you witnessed firsthand the hardships faced by the people.

As one of the oldest children in the orphanage, you were burdened with responsibilities beyond your years. From the age of 10, you were expected to take care of the younger children, ensuring they were fed, clothed, and safe. It was a heavy weight to bear, but it taught you resilience and compassion at a young age.

You often found yourself questioning the quality and safety of the food made from the meager rations provided by the adults. However, you had no other choice but to eat it yourself and feed it to the younger children, hoping it would sustain them.

Surviving each day became a delicate balance between fulfilling your responsibilities and ensuring everyone's survival.

But one day, the Straw Hat crew, led by the fearless Monkey D. Luffy, arrived in the country with a mission to liberate the oppressed people. With their extraordinary abilities and unwavering determination, they fought against the unjust ruler and his forces, bringing hope and freedom to the once-struggling nation.

As they defeated the ruler and his regime, the people rejoiced, and a new era of peace and prosperity began to unfold.

Everyone thought it was the right decision for you to go with them. . .

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"Y/N?" A voice called you from behind, belonging to Nami.

You turned around to face Nami, a wide smile spreading across your face. "Yes, Nami?" you replied, gratitude filling your voice.

"Sanji said that the food is ready," Nami informed you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The aroma of the freshly cooked meal wafted through the air, a stark contrast to the meager rations you were accustomed to.

Your stomach growled in response to Nami's news, reminding you of the constant hunger you had endured in the orphanage. The thought of a properly cooked meal filled with nourishment made your mouth water.

As you followed Nami into the kitchen, you noticed that everyone was there, engaged in lively conversation, yet no one touched their food. It seemed as if they were waiting for someone, and curiosity piqued within you.

"Finally! There you are, Y/N!" Luffy exclaimed, his mouth drooling as he resisted from touching the meat in front of him.

You sat beside Nami, a sense of guilt washing over you as you apologized for being gone for so long.

"Now Y/N-san, why don't you taste the food first?" Sanji asked from the kitchen, prepping the last pieces of dessert.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether you deserved to be the first one to taste the food.

Usually you were the last unless you had to taste if it was edible or not.

Everyone looked at you as you scooped a spoonful of one of the dishes, but you paused. The memory of the starving children back in the orphanage flashed in your mind, and you couldn't help but feel that they deserved this meal more than you did.

"It's alright," Sanji's voice said as he was now behind you, his warm hand resting on your shoulder.

It was as if he could read your mind and understand the guilt that was consuming you.

You nodded before placing the spoon inside your mouth and swallowing it. The flavors exploded on your taste buds, a symphony of perfectly balanced spices and textures.

It was a moment of pure bliss, and as you savored each bite, you couldn't help but feel grateful that you were able to experience such a meal after years of deprivation.

The taste of the food was so exquisite that you couldn't help but let out a little dance, your body moving to the rhythm of the flavors. It was as if the nourishment had not only satisfied your hunger but also awakened a dormant joy within you.

As you twirled and swayed, the room erupted in laughter and applause, everyone delighting in your infectious happiness.

"Y/N is doing a happy dance!" Luffy exclaimed, laughing.

The meal had not only filled your stomach but also filled your soul with a newfound appreciation for the simple joys of life.

With the biggest smile on your face, you turned to Sanji, gratitude shining in your eyes, and whispered, "Thank you, Sanji. This meal is beyond anything I could have imagined."

Sanji's cheeks went from a light tint of pink to his whole face being red, dropping his cigarette in the process. He couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and happiness at seeing you enjoy his food so much.

It was moments like these that reminded him why he loved cooking and why he put so much passion into every dish.

"I'm glad that you like it Y/N-san," Sanji answered, his eyes filled with pure love. Shyly, he added, "I put my heart and soul into creating this meal, and seeing you enjoy it brings me immeasurable joy."

You smiled in return, completely unaware of the effect you had on Sanji. The genuine happiness that radiated from you was enough to make his heart skip a beat, and he couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of purpose in his culinary endeavors.

Though it didn't go unnoticed.

"Looks like Love Cook can get shy around women," Zoro teased.

Sanji's face turned even redder as Zoro's teasing words reached his ears.

"Shut up, Mosshead!" Sanji fired back, trying to hide his embarrassment. But deep down, he couldn't deny that there was some truth to Zoro's words.

Your presence had ignited a spark within him, and he couldn't wait to continue creating culinary masterpieces that would bring joy to your heart. . . .

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Continue?

[goodlucktai]

17 with rise b-team?

dialogue prompts

17. “How many fingers am I holding up? ... I don't have six fingers.” 

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“Ohmigosh!” Mikey scrambles down the fire escape with half of his usual grace—which is to say, not much—and lands with a clumsy splash next to Donnie’s boneless sprawl. “Donald, you hit the ground so hard pops probably heard it at home. Are you okay?”

Donnie makes a noise that just sounds like eeuuugrrgghheeuugh. Rainwater is seeping into him from all sides thanks to the puddle he landed in. Normally, he would be making this everyone’s problem by now. The fact that he’s just kind of laying there like he’s given up on life is really worth freaking out about. 

Worried, Mikey tugs frantically at the shoulder of Donnie’s jacket until he opens his eyes, then demands, “How many fingers am I holding up?” 

Squinting at him, Donatello thinks about it for a moment, then announces, “Six.”

“I don’t have six fingers!” Mikey shrieks, the peace sign he’s still holding up an inappropriately cheerful gesture for the current situation. 

His big brother scrambles upright at that, his wooden expression falling away and sheer panic flashing across his face instead. 

“What in Lovelace’s name do you mean you don’t have—”

Mikey lifts his left hand in its bright yellow short arm cast. They both look at it, and then Donnie puts his face in his hand without speaking in a way that manages to speak volumes. 

“You’re the one who told me to pretend like my broken hand wasn’t even there!” Mikey says defensively.

“Yes, because Nardo will hunt me for sport if you make that break any worse while I’m directly responsible for you.”

Drawing himself up to his full height, which isn’t remarkable on a good day and even less-so when he’s kneeling in the rainy mush of a Brooklyn alleyway, Mikey grits out, “I’m not a baby. I don’t need supervision.”

“Counterpoint, you are a baby and you do need supervision,” Donatello says dryly, heaving himself up off the ground. The battle shell absorbed the brunt of the impact, designed to protect his spine in pretty much every conceivable scenario, but he still looks like he feels pretty sore after that dramatic fall. He puts his hand out for Mikey to take, but Mikey sulks at him and ignores it. “Michael, I just watched you do a handspring off the railing of a sixth-story fire escape. 

“Yeah and it was sick.” 

Or it would have been, if not for the rusted joints that gave beneath roughly one hundred and fifty pounds of ninja turtle. Donnie’s last-minute save was sick as hell, though. 

He didn’t think twice before grabbing Mikey and hauling him onto the safety of the solid rooftop, using himself as a counterweight to pull it off. He wasn’t wearing the battleshell that could fly or turn into spiderlegs, because they were doing a junkyard run and he wanted the one with extra storage space instead. He knew he’d fall, he’s too smart not to have run all those calculations in the split-second he had, but he didn’t miss a beat. 

Mikey doesn’t like that Don almost got hurt helping him. It sours his righteous annoyance a little. And it also lessens his argument by a lot. 

“There are four of us, which divides neatly into two halves of two,” Donatello says patiently. “Two of us who are older, and two of us who are younger. You are firmly in the younger half. If it makes you feel any better, our fearless leader is, too. Why do you think Raph refuses to let him out of his sight while his leg is in that brace? You’re both the babies.”

“Bet you wouldn’t say that to his face,” Mikey mutters, but it does make him feel better, so he lets Donnie haul him to his feet. 

And Donnie was right about more than that, because the second they meet up with Raph and Leo, Leonardo demands, “Miguelito, what did you do?”

As one, Donnie and Mikey look down at his cast—which, okay, which has a thin crack down the middle. Presumably from when Mikey landed on the roof after Donnie’s Hail Mary throw. How did Leo even see it from way over there? 

Donnie starts to look hunted even before Leo whirls on him and says, “You had one job, Tello—make sure his razz stayed un-tazzed!” 

“That is easily a three-turtle operation and there is only one of me!”

Since the twins can go on for ages once they really get started, Mikey drifts over to Raph, offering his biggest brother his best smile. Raph smiles back like a knee-jerk reaction, reaching over to rub Mikey’s head affectionately.

“Have fun, big man?”

“Yep!” Mikey says sweetly. “Donnie will probably tell you some crazy story about acrobatics on a rooftop, but you know how he likes to exaggerate when Leo eggs him on. We had a totally lowkey junk run. Can we get Crazyshakes on the way home?”

Raphie’s not stupid, but he has three very significant blind spots, and they’re all little-brother-shaped. He softens completely and lifts Mikey up to sit in place of pride on his shoulders, tall enough to see all of Manhattan. Then he passes up his phone, even though Mikey totally would have ordered the shakes on his!

He’ll never not complain about being one of the babies, but he has to admit—just to himself, in secret—that there are definitely some perks. 

“Make sure you get that shortcake one for Leon,” Raphie says offhandedly. “He’s been on a strawberry kick recently.”

Part of Mikey wants to roll his eyes at this additional bit of proof that Donnie is constantly right about everything. The much larger part of him just feels warm and sweet and cared for.

He wraps his arm around Raph’s head and squeezes, as much of a hug as he can manage with the phone in one hand and the other in a cast, and adds all four of their favorites to the order. The twins’ argument bounces off the alley walls around them, both of them on the verge of laughter by now and trying not to be the one who breaks first.

Mikey normally isn’t very fond of rainy days, but this one he wouldn’t mind living in. 

[novankenn]

Must there be ONLY ONE??

Pyrrha has had it bad for Jaune since they met. Nora has just recently come to realize she also has feelings for her "Fearless Leader". The enchantment of the ARC ARSE started it all. Is this a winner takes all scenario... or is there another option?

(Using the 100 Word Drabbles format, I'll try and tell a story where we watch as Pyrrha and Nora's affections grow while they try and deal with Jaune's apparent inability to notice their feelings for him.)

Dance Off

After Dance Practice...

A New Challenger...

Dream Position...

Simmering Conflict...

Common Ground...

Setbacks...

The Wingman...

An Epiphany…

Frustrations Run High…

She’s Going to Snap…

Grasping at Straws…

The Hail Mary…

Sage Advice… Ignored

Have we BEEN Rejected?

Desperate times… Extreme Measures

Did we have it wrong?

Same advice… different source

Examples… Not Wanted

Aftermath…

Is this the end?

WDND (What Did Nora Do)

The Accord…

Another Asinine Plan…

Okay… That’s Our Bad…

That’s it! You’re having a time-out… Additional Content by @howlingday

Enough is Enough…

This is... Real?

Confirmations…

An End and a Beginning

[originemesis]

//dynamic w the exorcists b like:

Adam VC: showing off demon claw marks on his ass "-and HOW do you suppose they got there?"

Exorcist VC 1: "you received the manhood of a tiger!!"

Exorcist VC 2: "all hail our fearless leader, the tiger fucker!"

Adam VC: " I DID NOT FUCK A TIGER-"

[ofthecaravel]

Fellow member of broski nation, I think we should all take a moment of silence for our leader

ALL HAIL OUR FEARLESS LEADER

[callmebrycelee]

9-1-1: LONE STAR REACTION

This reaction is for the season 4, second episode "The New Hot Mess" which originally aired January 31, 2023. The episode was written by Bob Goodman and directed by Chad Lowe. Spoilers ahead!

***LAST TIME ON 9-1-1: LONE STAR***

The 126 go up against baseball-sized hail, frogs, and porta potties. TK and Carlos look for a venue for their upcoming nuptials but first they have to deal with the fact that Carlos is married? To Michelle Blake's little sister, Iris? Oh, and Tommy gives her number to a guy who nearly choked on a frog and got stuck in a ferris wheel only to find out he is her new minister. Our fearless leader, Owen, joins up with a motorcycle gang called the Honor Dogs and finds out they might be ... gasp ... white nationalists!

Okay, now that we're all caught up, let's talk about episode two - THE NEW HOT MESS!!!

In our cold open, we get a woman named Lila Geralds (Ashley Rae Spillers) waking up to her home shaking violently. It's not an earthquake; it's just her crazy ex-husband, Mitch (Jamison Webb) driving off with their trailer attached to his pickup. She calls 9-1-1 and our favorite dispatcher answers. Grace asks her for her location but Lila tells her she doesn't know.

The 126 get the call, of course, and go after the husband. Sgt. Ty O'Brien (Neal McDonough) is also on the chase. Meanwhile debris is falling off of the trailer and onto the road. Grace asks if Lila knows where Mitch is going and she tells her that he has an empty lot in a place called Birch Glen.  TK and Marjan are in a helicopter flying over the pickup and trailer and Marjan attempts to repel down on top of the trailer. Mitch starts swerving. The 126 pulls up alongside his truck and Owen attempts to talk him down by talking about how he has been divorced twice. Turns out the man is upset because the judge told Lila she could stay in the house. 

Marjan crashes through the trailer ceiling to rescue Lila but Lila is resistant. Lila is adamant she is not leaving the house because the judge said she could stay. The trailer starts to fall apart and Marjan manages to extract herself and Lila out of the trailer before it crashes. The SWAT Team and Sgt. O'Brien are waiting at mile marker 23 and when Mitch drives towards them, the trailer gets caught underneath the overpass. The day is saved!

Title card!

Owen meets with special agents Rose Casey (Amanda Schull) and Chuck Biondi (Rob Parks) in regard to the Honor Dogs. Owen tells them he doesn't know much about them. Agent tells Owen the group is trying to reclaim Texas and is officially a terrorist group. The agents believe the Honor Dogs are plotting a terrorist attack. There is also a truck carrying three times the explosives used in the Oklahoma City Bombing. Long story short, they want Owen to go undercover to infiltrate the group. 

Tommy goes to see her bestie Grace at the 9-1-1 dispatch center. Grace goes on break so they can go have a lady chat. They talk about the new pastor, Trevor (D.B. Woodside). Grace is curious to see if the reverend has called Tommy but Tommy is avoiding him because she is deeply unnerved by the fact he is her pastor. Tommy is worried about people gossiping about her. Grace encourages Tommy to call the reverend. Fun fact: Grace waited until she was married to have sex with Judd. Tommy tells Grace she doesn't know if she wants to get married again but she does want something more than a dinner companion. Tommy tells Grace she will call Trevor to tell him she is not interested. 

TK and Carlos prepare for Iris's arrival. TK is understandably nervous. I mean it's not every day you meet your fiance's wife. During their visit, Iris gives TK the third degree. She calls him short, wonders why he is a paramedic instead of a firefighter, and also asks why he wants to get married when he and Carlos are pretty much already married. TK mentions he's been in three comas - OD, hypothermia, and when he got shot. Poor TK! Baby boy has been through a lot! 

Carlos tells Iris he and TK love each other and they want to get married. Iris reminds him he is already married. She asks for the divorce papers and when TK hands them to her, she says she will take them with her and look them over. I do not like her. Not at all. Wish she would've stayed missing. Ooh, that's so mean. Forgive me, y'all! Poor TK! He does not deserve this! Carlos, you're on my shit list right now!

TK talks to Nancy about Iris holding him and Carlos' wedding hostage. TK has a bad feeling about Iris and I think he is totally valid in his feelings. I don't trust her and it has nothing to do with her mental health. Reverend Trevor shows up at the station house and Nancy teases Tommy when she finds out he is a pastor. Tommy apologizes for giving him her number without knowing what his job was but Trevor says he believes God brought them together. Smooth move, Mr. Preacher Man. Tommy agrees to have dinner with him. 

Owen goes back to the hole in the wall where the Honor Dogs gather. He runs into the young guy, Mikey (Richard Meehan). He talks to Red (Dan Sanders-Joyce), the bartender, and asks why they brand their members with an eagle instead of a dog. Owen insinuates the eagle has ties with Nazism. Owen goes to use the restroom and does some spying. This scene was so tense because I was wondering if Owen was going to get caught. He is caught after he bugs the office by none other than Sgt. O'Brien. The real question is: Is he working undercover or is he an Honor Dog?

Owen and O'Brien have drinks and Owen finds out Sgt. O'Brien is, indeed, an Honor Dog. O'Brien asks Owen why he's there. O'Brien tells Owen that this is not a place where he wants to be. He tells Owen to finish his beer and never come back. He is NOT welcome there. Owen meets with Special Agent Casey in a parking garage about what he found out at the bar. He tells her about O'Brien. Owen worries his cover is blown. Owen feels conflicted because he likes O'Brien. He says every time he makes a new male friend it ends badly. Hmm, good observation Owen. When Agent talks about the bug being activated, Owen tells her he forgot to activate it.

Tommy gets all dolled up and looks AMAZING for her date with Trevor, and Mr. Preacher Man looks sexy as hell himself. She invites him inside and their sexual chemistry is off the charts. Tommy is being so forward, uncharacteristically forward. I wondered if this was a dream sequence. Tommy tells Trevor she is feeling conflicted because she has never dated a preacher. He tells her he has no plans on preaching tonight. They start kissing and he tells her to try not to cry out the Lord's name. He rips open her dress and Tommy wakes up from her very sexy dream.

Tommy goes to Owen to talk about her feelings for Trevor. She tells Owen she is having sex dreams about her pastor. Owen tells her he is flattered she came to him. Tommy tells Owen she gave the guy they saved at the fair her number and that she feels bad about it because he's her pastor. Owen asks if the sex dream came before or after she found out he was a pastor. Owen asks her what Trevor was wearing in the dream. Tommy is like, why is that important. Owen asks if she likes the church and she says yes. Owen tells her to say no to the date with Trevor because he once asked out a receptionist at his haircutting place and he tells her that if it doesn't work out, she can't go back. Very valid advice, Captain Strand! Tommy thanks him for the advice!

TK goes to see Iris and asks if they can talk. He asks if she had time to look at the divorce papers but Iris is being super evasive. TK tries to prove that he loves Carlos, which he shouldn't have to do because who the hell is this woman anyway, and Iris questions if they are a match or not. Iris tells TK it would be a mistake to sign the divorce papers. TK reminds Iris that Carlos is gay and his and asks why she won't sign. Iris says she should be his first and only marriage. She says she should get an annulment and not a divorce. TK asks what she meant by him being exactly what she thought he would be. She calls him a hot mess. She says he can be Carlos' life work. Way harsh, Iris!

Tommy gets ready (for real) for her date with Trevor. She invites him inside and they have a witty repartee. Tommy cooks for them ... and three others. Judd, Grace, and Charlie show up but it's clear they are unaware Trevor was going to be there. Izzy and Evie also show up to dinner as well. Grace gives Tommy the stink eye. 

O'Brien is waiting in Owen's home when Owen arrives. He gives Owen back the bug he left in Red's office. Owen accuses him of being a Nazi. He tells O'Brien he is a disgrace. O'Brien asks Owen who he is working for. ATF or FBI. O'Brien mentions Red has security cameras but he got to them before Red did. O'Brien tells Owen he needs to take care of him. Gulp! He tells Owen he is going to take him somewhere.

TK is still smarting from Iris' burn. He starts to question whether he and Carlos getting married is a good idea. Carlos asks him what's going on and TK asks him if he sees him as a project. A bird with a broken wing or a tragic case that needs rescuing. TK asks if Carlos married Iris because he thought he could save her from her mental illness. Carlos reminds TK that Iris's mental illness came later and that when they got married, he was the project. TK asks if he thinks he's a hot mess, Carlos says yes but that he is his hot mess. Dawww! I'm still mad at you, Carlos. THe scene ends with Carlos getting an important call. 

Dinner is over at the Vega residence. Trevor gets ready to leave and Tommy walks him out. Grace chastises Tommy for what she did. Judd is confused and Grace tells him that he, Charlie, and her are. the third, fourth, and fifth wheels on Tommy's first date with the pastor. Tommy says she feels terrible and Grace says she should. Tommy tells Grace she likes him. Trevor comes back and kisses Tommy at the door. Ooooh, yes!!! He tells her next date, no chaperones. Get it, Mr. Preacher Man!  

Carlos drives to a police scene where Iris's car is abandoned and the divorce papers are found on the seat. Where is Iris? Did she have a mental health episode? Did she go missing? Was she kidnapped? or is she just crying wolf to mess with Carlos and TK? 

Speaking of crying wolf, "Cry Wolf" is the name of our next episode. I'm interested to see what happens next. Is O'Brien really an Honor Dog or are him and Owen working toward the same goal? Where is Iris? Is she alive or dead? Can she be trusted? How long will they drag out this whole Carlos is already married storyline? Hopefully we don't go too long without a resolution to this plot. I'm also interested in seeing Tommy's romance with Trevor develop. Also, can we please get some more Nancy, Marjan, Mateo, and Paul next episode? Pretty please! Sigh ... Until next time ...

[twnenglish]

7 Important Leadership Lessons from Co-founder of Infosys

With his brilliant mind and remarkable commercial acumen, NR Narayana Murthy, co-founder of Infosys, has inspired generations of techies and leaders. From the guy hailed as the "Father of Indian IT," here are a few leadership lessons to be learned. Infosys co-founder and retired chairman N.R. Narayana Murthy still has minority ownership in the company. Murthy was named an entrepreneur and worldwide leader of next-generation digital services and consulting by Forbes Magazine on March 25, 2021, with a net worth of $ 3.6 billion. Infosys has expanded from six employees in 1981 to 242,371 today.

Be Fearless!

Courage is the most important characteristic of a successful leader. It takes courage to dream large and make daring decisions. As Murthy points out, the courage of conviction, courage to contradict conventional wisdom, and courage to take the road less traveled are all required.

Be a Quick Thinker

Murthy feels that continuing to create and introduce new concepts and paradigms to the platform is vital. In a recent virtual event with students and faculty from the Great Lakes Institute of Management, he stated that the NEP (National Education Policy) 2021 only facilitates reform and that true transformation can only happen if children are taught curiosity, pluralism, and open-mindedness from a young age.

Be in a Positive State of Mind

Our mental condition determines the majority of our energy. If you are full of excitement, hope, faith, and joy, physical energy will come to you on its own.

Create a Mentoring Program

Any leader's primary goal should be to assure the existence of future generations of leaders. One of the ways that can be utilized to do this is mentoring. A good mentor can not only coach the team but also help each person achieve their full potential.

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[vinceviralfreak]

Title: Crystal Vixens vs the Princess of the Universe 2779

Genre: Science Fiction

Writing Style: Dialogue-Driven

Once upon a time, in the year 2779, the universe was a vast and mysterious place. It was a time of advanced technology, where spaceships roamed the galaxies and beings from different planets coexisted. Among them were the Crystal Vixens, a group of fearless warriors known for their agility and cunning. They were led by their fierce and charismatic leader, Captain Nova.

One fateful day, a distress signal reached the Crystal Vixens' spaceship, the Starfire. It was a plea for help from a distant planet, Zephyria, ruled by the enigmatic Princess Seraphina. The message spoke of an imminent threat to the entire universe, and the Crystal Vixens knew they had to answer the call.

Captain Nova gathered her team in the Starfire's command center. "Vixens, we have a mission. Princess Seraphina needs our help to save the universe. Prepare for immediate departure!"

The team quickly geared up and boarded their sleek, silver spacecraft. As they soared through the cosmos, the Crystal Vixens discussed their plan of action.

"Captain, what do we know about this Princess Seraphina?" asked Luna, the team's expert in intergalactic diplomacy.

"Not much, Luna," replied Captain Nova. "She's said to possess immense power and wisdom. But we won't know until we meet her."

As the Starfire approached Zephyria, the team marveled at the planet's ethereal beauty. It was a world of floating islands, shimmering crystals, and vibrant flora. The Crystal Vixens landed their ship in the heart of the capital city, where they were greeted by Princess Seraphina herself.

"Welcome, Crystal Vixens," the Princess said, her voice resonating with a celestial aura. "I am grateful for your swift response. The universe is in grave danger."

"What is this threat you speak of, Princess?" asked Nova, her eyes filled with determination.

Princess Seraphina explained, "There is an ancient artifact, the Cosmic Crystal, that holds unimaginable power. It has been stolen by a malevolent being known as Lord Xerion. He seeks to use its power to conquer the universe and plunge it into eternal darkness."

The Crystal Vixens exchanged worried glances. "We must retrieve the Cosmic Crystal and stop Lord Xerion," Nova declared. "Princess, we need your guidance."

Princess Seraphina nodded. "I will provide you with the knowledge and tools you need. But remember, the Cosmic Crystal can only be wielded by someone pure of heart."

The Crystal Vixens embarked on a perilous journey across the universe, facing treacherous terrains and battling Lord Xerion's minions. Along the way, they encountered strange creatures, encountered new civilizations, and formed alliances with unlikely allies.

Through it all, their dialogue-driven interactions showcased their camaraderie, wit, and determination. They faced their fears head-on, relying on their skills and the Princess's guidance to overcome each obstacle.

Finally, the Crystal Vixens reached Lord Xerion's fortress, a dark and foreboding structure hidden deep within a desolate planet. With the Princess's guidance, they infiltrated the fortress and confronted Lord Xerion himself.

In a climactic battle, the Crystal Vixens fought valiantly, using their agility and cunning to outmaneuver Lord Xerion's dark powers. With a final strike, they managed to retrieve the Cosmic Crystal and restore balance to the universe.

As they returned to Zephyria, the Crystal Vixens were hailed as heroes. Princess Seraphina thanked them for their bravery and selflessness, promising to always be a friend to their cause.

With the Cosmic Crystal safely returned, the universe thrived once again, and the Crystal Vixens continued their mission to protect and preserve peace across the galaxies.

And so, the legend of the Crystal Vixens and their battle against the Princess of the Universe 2779 became a tale whispered among the stars, inspiring future generations to stand up against darkness and fight for the light.

[tinatm]

all hail king sam! (just picture me bowing down to our fearless leader right here). a truly noble and worthy king.

if you move i will literally lose my mind. ...more than i already have. so don't you dare even joke about that. i will track you down and drag you back here myself.

thanks for the votes, y'all. for real. and thanks for voting for ali, because she really suits that crown.

not sure what i'm meant to do with this king title tho... do i move to london? to genovia? do i at least get an extra slice of pizza at the cafeteria?

[sohannabarberaesque]

Thus the handover of Yogi's Jolly Roger to Peter Potamus is complete

Remarks of Peter Potamus to the members of his Travelling SCUBA Par-tay ahead of the initial voyage of the Diver's Delight, formerly the Jolly Roger per Yogi's Treasure Hunt, in the bay of its La Jolla home base:

Fellow divers ... may I introduce you to our new group vessel, otherwise known as the Diver's Delight! [Gasps of wonder from the crowd] Which, I'll have you knowing, will be all the more convenient in our diving experiences and journeys all over the place!

And take that from an experienced old diver type like yours truly ... not to mention my two dive-happy nieces, Pam and Peg [the two come unto the stage for their bow] ... and my nephew, equally fond of the diving experience, Pat [taking the bow as well]!

So what could be a more interesting vehicle in seeking out diving experiences galore, be they in fresh or salt water? Especially so what will be our inaugural journey in the Diver's Delight, which will be to the Florida Keys and the United States Virgin Islands ... plenty of reefs as are certain to make Jabberjaw envious! [Laughs from the crowd] And being an airship pilot of some standing myself, yours truly can't wait to get this journey started!

(Whereupon the Par-tay's members board the Diver's Delight and prepare for departure.)

Once underway, Top Cat, himself to be remembered from Yogi's Treasure Hunt days as he who led the crew on treasure-hunting forays the world over, delivered what could be seen as a sort of "hail and farewell" on the special closed-circuit communications link in what had heretofore been the Treasure Room, now repurposed for meetings in such things as diving safety reviews and previewing the dive ahead:

Greetings, ye of the Peter Potamus Travelling SCUBA Par-tay! (I kind of like that sophisticated touch to the name there.) Top Cat here on the special video link which was formerly used with Yogi's crew ... and now shared with you for what could be the last time in this capacity.

I admit the feeling is a little bittersweet in seeing Yogi's Jolly Roger going to Peter Potamus and getting a new name, the Diver's Delight, I understand ... but, speaking as I am from Catalina Island (where else?), where my clowder is joining the Catalina Diving Clowder in some interesting diving adventures this week, yours truly couldn't help but share some affection for Peter Potamus and his group of divers, as well as their belief in proving that the diving experience is quite sociable and enjoyable!

(To which Peter Potamus concurred. TC continues:)

As if that weren't enough, the Catalina Diving Clowder would like to share its best wishes to the Diver's Delight and its intrepid crew as it heads off on its inaugural diving experience!

("Bubbles," the Diving Clowder's fearless and yet fascinating leader, shares her greetings and salutations thus:)

So ... to Peter Potamus and his dive buddies extraordinaire, may I just say, for and on behalf of the Catalina Diving Clowder, "thank you and best wishes" with regards to the Diver's Delight ... and also wish you well on the many diving journeys you'll be bound to have in the days ahead!

(Back to Top Cat:)

Well done there, "Bubbles;" well done! So, at any rate, fellow divers, TC now closes this communications link for now and for all time ...

Whereupon silence falls upon the crew briefly ere the journey continues towards a modest little cabin Peter Potamus keeps in the Keys which serves as his diving bivouac while there.

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At any rate, this concludes the Fanfic Friday run here at It's So Hanna-Barberaesque for 2022. Following a holiday-related break of sorts, the next Fanfic Friday will come on or about January 6, 2023. In the interim, yours truly extends to you the best wishes for the festive season and thanks you for continuing to enjoy these fanfic offerings.

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[softinkshadows]

Shingeki no Kyojin Astrology: sun-moon-rising combinations

I was looking around tumblr for detailed astrology speculations of my fave anime characters, but there aren't that many! Being q well-versed in astro myself, i thought why not do my own version (very spoiler-free, don’t worry)! I followed the birth dates given by isayama:

Eren Jaeger - Aries sun, Scorpio moon, Cancer rising Aside from the fact that he can be hotheaded and impulsive, Eren's feelings of vengeance run deep and explosive. Remember that time he was chained to the bed after the attack on trost, and his eyes were wild with the need to violently eradicate all titans? He's so tenacious and emotionally stubborn too (a Scorp moon trait) to the point of being closed off from everyone else, especially towards the end where he seems to take the weight of the world's burden on his own shoulders. And all for the sake of protecting his community and ensuring the safety of his friends for the rest of their lives. His comrades and family are his motivation. This is his Cancer rising steering his life.

Mikasa Ackerman - Aries sun, Aquarius moon, Aries rising "Look that moody brat is running off on her own again." Mikasa is similar to Eren in her impulsiveness and determination, but different in two ways- what they aim to protect and their extent of fearlessness. Eren is aware of his own weaknesses and helplessness, but Mikasa's amazing physical prowess makes her act without any hesitation at all. She's hella fierce and driven to keep herself in shape too, doing all those sit-ups and chopping firewood post-injury. I think she deserves a double Aries! An Aries rising means a Libra descendant too, which is reflected her whole-hearted devotion in her close partnerships (Eren and Armin). Her aquarius moon really shines thru with her stoic independence, focus and perseverance.

Armin Arlet - Scorpio sun, Virgo moon, Pisces rising He's the brain of the 104th cadet corps, and is second to Erwin in terms of strategy! An intelligent planner with low self-esteem often found second guessing his own analytical abilities, Armin is a true blue Virgo moon. His emotional self stands out the most from the main three protagonists - Eren & Mikasa mostly express anger and desperation, whereas Armin is usually shrouded in fear and worry. He's a very soft bb, hence the Pisces rising, not to mention he gets so dreamy imagining the sea, the vast plains, and the magical world beyond the walled universe he knows. A spiritually-attuned and curious explorer :")

Levi Ackerman - Capricorn sun, Scorpio moon, Virgo rising Levi is such a complex person, thanks to Isayama's brilliance. Like many Cap suns, Levi is authoritative, cold and incredibly savage. That's not to say he doesn't feel anything either. Levi is an evolved Scorp moon (maybe even moon in 11th house) because his feelings are never for himself, but he hurts so much for others - you can tell every death hits him so hard, but he doesn't show this to anyone else. He also exudes this quietly intimidating aura of natural competence, a common characteristic of this sun-moon combo. He can take things personally as well (re: height issues) but it never snowballs into more than passing irritation. The turbulence of his emotions and habit for violence is balanced out by his earthy Virgo rising, which is emotionally subdued, quite thin and delicate in physique, and super neurotic and nitpicky when it comes to cleanliness and health. Cap, Virgo and Scorp are some of the most guarded signs, and a combi of all 3 are hellish. You can tell this poor beautiful man is always caught between feeling and thinking, between maintaining his humanity and forsaking it.

Erwin Smith - Libra sun, Capricorn moon, Leo rising In another life, Erwin Smith would be the damn CEO of a global conglomerate because he oozes so much charisma. Hell if charisma were energy Erwin Smith would be its prime, eternally renewable source. His stature alone is so commanding, and I find some strong Leonine traits in his thickset physique, strong eyebrows, beautiful hair, and that way he shouted in full glory atop wall Rose in that one episode to the cheering masses below. He might be a Libra sun, diplomatic in political affairs, but his Capricorn moon is what drives his decisions. Cap moon has a rep for being cold and unemotional, but i believe they are way more than that! Cap moons rarely boast about their long list of achievements, instead looking forward to the next goal. They struggle with emotional expression, and are super driven and disciplined. Erwin is capable of making the hardest decisions, putting aside emotions to strive for an abstract ideal, and this is to be expected of the commander who takes on the role of the devil.

Hange Zoe - Virgo sun, Sagittarius moon, Gemini rising All hail our favourite mad scientist!! Hange is such a breath of fresh air in the Survey Corps, balancing out the heaviness of missions with their wacky tales of titan research and experimentation. Their penchant for study and higher knowledge is typical of a Sagittarius moon, who is drawn to advanced academic study and spiritual truths. It's also a lighthearted and optimistic sign, true to Hange's upbeat personality. The Virgo in them contributes to their sheer intelligence and obsessiveness with research subjects. We also know they LOVE to talk, and once Eren asks Hange about experiments, they cannot stop (Gemini governs communication). Virgo, Sag and Gemini are the most intellectual signs, and because they are mutuable Hange tends to follow orders rather than give them, making it difficult to adapt to their new role towards the end of the series. Mutable signs also means rapidly-changing emotional states, and a whole lot of chaos, which suits our beloved squad leader.

Jean Kirstein - Aries sun, Virgo moon, Taurus rising Our third Aries on the list ohmygod. The snk universe is full of feisty hotheads. Jean is always seen clashing with Eren, fuelled by Eren's closeness with Mikasa and his own adorable jealousy. I mean, they had a full on fist fight right after dinner in the mess hall, although everything went downhill after the first few punches. Our first impression of Jean during his cadet days is coloured by his desire to work in the interior, and this favour for material safety and wealth is perhaps common to a Taurus rising. Also, Taurus is ruled by Venus, planet of beauty and harmony, and thus often figures in the charts of artists. If you've seen Jean's drawing skills in that special episode, you'll know that his artistic abilities are the finest we have seen, exceeding even that of isayama himself. Jean's strong principles such as being averse to killing people and oftentimes cynical nature, is also characteristic of the moral and cautious Virgo moon.

Sasha Braus - Leo sun, Gemini moon, Taurus rising Not all Leos are showmans. Sasha is the type of Leo who displays more of the quirky, unabrashed personality suited to her opposite sister sign Aquarius. Authority doesn't exist when food comes into play, as we see when she breaks potato with Shadis and later steals a slab of meat from the officer's warehouse. Unlike the visual artistry that Jean possesses with his Taurus rising, Sasha's Taurus centers around her love for food, and hell she can have fiery determination for it (rmb the wild night she mistook Jean's hand for meat?). I love that both of them were pitted with each other in that cooking special episode. I considered placing her as a Taurus moon, but Taurus moons are usually steadier and classier in emotion, whereas Sasha is often breezy, gets nervous and chaotic, with stellar intuition, making her likely a Gemini moon.

Connie Springer - Taurus sun, Cancer moon, Gemini rising Although not much attention is paid to Connie's growth, his character development reminds me a lot of Aang from ATLA. Cheery and happy-go-lucky at first, before the incident with his mother made him more prone to feelings of anger and vengeance, especially near the later chapters. His strong protective bond with his mother is what compels me to say he is a Cancer moon, which is a moon sign that is very homebody and drawn to family and traditions. His goofy self and him referring to Sasha as "his twin" puts him as the spunky Gemini rising, another sign he shares with her.

Reiner Braun - Leo sun, Pisces moon, Capricorn rising Aside from his natural leader personality (Leonine), Reiner likes to take on the persona of the big brother of the group. His outward stoicism, decisiveness and task-oriented nature is typical of a Cap rising, who is often serious and solemn in appearance. He reminds me of that Cap rising workaholic who does his best in a corporate organization, working 9 to 5 plus overtime as it fulfills his sense of purpose. Beyond his stoic facade reveals a more troubled personality. Like a Pisces moon, Reiner is impressionable, and it's difficult to tell if his emotions and personalities are his own, wavering and absorbing traits from those around him. His internal war with his identity and the ensuing fatigue characterises him during the second half of the series.

Annie Leonhart - Aries sun, Aquarius moon, Virgo rising Annie is the kind of Aries that is so motivated to achieve her goals that everything else is sidelined, including her own emotions. She's quite ruthless in chasing her objectives, and her composure, focus and endurance is highlighted with an Aquarius moon. I'm guessing she has a 4th house influence somewhere because of her motivations to go home to her father and lead a normal life. I find the daintiness and delicateness of her features similar to Levi, who is also a Virgo rising. The Virgo effect also registers as a brutal, unfiltered honesty (also seen in Levi), and Annie doesn't hesitate to speak the truth about her own or her opponent's capabilities.

Other characters which I won't go into much detail about:

Bertholdt Hoover - Capricorn sun, Virgo moon, Pisces rising Bertholdt is quiet with an unobtrusive personality. His lack of supposed iniative and aggression can perhaps be attributed to the mutuability of Virgo and Pisces, which goes with the flow instead of charging forward. He keeps his feelings to himself, but reacts when the people he wants to protect are threatened.

Historia Reiss - Capricorn sun, Libra moon, Cancer rising Historia initially lives for the sake of others (esp Ymir), and is more co-dependent than many of her other squadmates. She also tends to put up a front of pleasantness, afraid of disappointing or offending people. She has a strong tie to family, and a profound sense of duty.

Ymir - Aquarius sun, Pisces moon, Aries rising Ymir is extremely astute when it comes to evaluating human behaviour. The religiosity of her background is also usually found in this sun-moon combination, which tends to attract paths of strong spirituality. She also has a bold and noble sacrificial streak for the sake of her companions.

Zeke Jaeger - Leo sun, Capricorn moon, Scorpio rising A headstrong, intelligent and radical character. In a way similar to Erwin in his ruthlessness, but emotionally darker and much more sinisterly private.

Kenny Ackerman - Aquarius sun, Sagittarius moon

Rod Reiss - Virgo sun, Libra moon

Dot Pixis - Virgo sun, Sagittarius moon

Hannes - Capricorn sun, Taurus moon

[disneytva]

Disney Junior Greenlights Disney TVA’s 93th Animated Series: Firebuds By Sofia The First and Elena Of Avalor Creator Craig Gerber.

Disney Junior has ordered the new animated comedy-adventure “Firebuds,” from Craig Gerber (Elena of Avalor” and “Sofia the First”). Slated to premiere on Disney Junior and Disney+ in 2022.

The music-filled series follows a team of young kids who are the children of first responders, and their talking vehicle sidekicks, as they embark on adventures together and learn what it truly means to be a hero.

Set in a fantastical world where talking vehicles live, work and play with the humans who drive them, “Firebuds” follows a boy and his firetruck as they team up with their first responder friends to help others in their community with problems, both big and small. Whether rescuing a young car that’s stuck in a tree, tracking down lost Dalmatian puppies or helping their neighbors stock up on emergency supplies during a blackout, the Firebuds highlight the importance of teamwork and helping your fellow citizens. Each episode is comprised of two 11 minute stories and features at least one new original song.

Gerber said, “‘Firebuds’ is about the spirit of community service and thinking about others before yourself. Just like our young heroes are trying to follow in their parents’ ‘tire treads,’ we are hoping to inspire children to embrace volunteerism and helping others. It is personally a very meaningful show for me and the perfect way to launch this next chapter of my career with Disney.”

The “Firebuds” team consists of the following:

Bo, the optimistic and brave leader, voiced by Declan Whaley (“Criminal Minds”);

Flash, a young fire engine and Bo’s best friend, voiced by Terrence Little Gardenhigh (“Danger Force”);

Violet, a fearless and confident young girl who is always cool under pressure, voiced by Vivian Vencer (Disney Channel’s “Rapunzel’s Tangled Adventure”);

Axl, Violet’s funny and outgoing ambulance friend, voiced by Lily Sanfelippo (“Marvel’s Spidey and his Amazing Friends”);

Jayden, Bo’s imaginative and inventive neighbor, voiced by JeCobi Swain (ABC’s “Home Economics”);

Piston, Jayden’s safety-conscious police car sidekick, voiced by Caleb Paddock (“Adult Beginners”).

In addition to Gerber, Humanitas Prize and Emmy Award winner Matt Hoverman (“Fancy Nancy”) is story editor, and Krystal Banzon (“I Feel Bad”), Leanna Dindal (“The Wonderful World of Mickey Mouse”), Jeremy Shipp (Rapunzel’s Tangled Adventure”) and Norma Sepulveda (“Elena of Avalor”) make up the writing team. Annie Award-nominated Francis Giglio (“DC Super Hero Girls”) is art director, and Emmy Award-nominated Rob Pratt and Craig Simpson (both from “Elena of Avalor”) are supervising director and producer, respectively. The episodic directors are Kris Wimberly (“Elena of Avalor”) and Julius Aguimatang (“Mulan”). The music team consists of Emmy Award-nominated Beau Black (“The Lion Guard”) as the series songwriter and Emmy Award winner Frederik Wiedmann (“All Hail King Julien”) as composer. 

“Firebuds” is a production of Disney Television Animation and is the 93th animated production of the studio and the 9th animated preschool production of Disney TVA.

[thecarrieonokay]

Macgyver 5x14 Thoughts

Sorry I’m a day late with this one guys… life got busy. But my thoughts have been marinating over the last 24 hours so maybe they’ll be more coherent? Nah. Probably not. 

First off I feel like I should say that I was REALLY looking forward to this one. Bozer’s parents? YES PLEASE! Riley on the warpath with her hacker cohort in tow? HELL YEAH! Add to that the casting of Ernie Hudson and Wendy Raquel Robinson and I was sold even before it aired. 

These are the things that really stood out to me (spoilers below the cut):

“Nah, they’re just hackers. Sarah’s non binary.”/ Aunty fighting for positive change. Actual acknowledgement that these characters cannot be separated from the cultural institutions that influence all of our lives. ALL HAIL MONICA MACER!! This new era is a slap in the face full of inclusive content we could have been having if there weren’t a toxic douchebag in charge of proceedings for the previous four and a half seasons.

Lovely character developing moment for Desi in the car. She related openly to Bozer’s struggles with maintaining his cover for his family. AND a family with high expectations for their child. Kudos to the writers for that moment. 

Bozer’s family. OF COURSE Bozer is the product of two (three if you count Aunty Pamela, which we really should…) strong, capable and fearless leaders who have fought back against adversity and succeeded. Because being MVP means having a strong foundation and BOZER IS ALWAYS MVP THESE DAYS!

And what was also touching was that BOZER’S FAMILY IS ALSO MAC’S FAMILY. Because of course they are. 

More Parker. “...But I do know what it’s like to not feel comfortable in your own body.” YES! She’s talking about WHO she is. I wish this weren’t so revolutionary but it is. Her level of empathy and understanding when Riley was spiralling was touching. Riley and Parker make an awesome duo.

Speaking of awesome duos: The Brink. I love them. Riley had such a proud look on her face when she was talking about them in the opening sequence. I wish we had more of them. And Riley is a badass. EVEN when she’s scared out of her wits. Period. 

Bozer got an awesome car chase scene (Have we ever even seen him behind the wheel of a car the whole series?!) and saved everyone’s asses multiple times. Everyone wanted more screen time for this dude in s5 and HERE IT IS! 

Using Mac’s grandfather’s hunting cabin as a location was A CHOICE. It serves to remind us just how long Mac has had to endure loosing the people he loves. Ouch. 

I feel like a lot of you have already spoken about the scene with Mac and Bozer’s Dad at the water treatment works but FUCK I just gotta add my voice and say how I NEVER believed they would openly acknowledge Mac’s coping mechanisms like that. I loved every moment. And I loved the dodging Mac did because he fucking knew he was seen. 

Desi. Kicks. Ass. Bozer’s mom approves and so do I! And poor Mac was worried for her in that moment. And the poor woman is trying. She really is trying to get Mac to open up. She sees his deflections but there’s a wall there that’s been built up over YEARS. With each new loss he’s laid another brick in that wall thinking it will help protect him from all the pain. Wall metaphors fucking EVERYWHERE, guys. Bottom line is that Mac deals with grief in an unhealthy way and Desi knows she’s not getting through. 

Mac and Riley. Damn. Like DAMN that’s a way to end the episode. Their intimacy appears to have reached a whole new level since they were forced to be open and honest with each other. Mac was relieved when he realised it was Riley using a key to get in and not Desi catching him staring at Aunty’s memorial brick. His hesitation and subsequent ‘fuck it’ moment when he reached for her hand to offer reassurance. Progress. That memorial brick had me tearing up. Beautiful words, beautiful sentiment and heartbreaking moment when Mac was finally able to open up and acknowledge his grief. Riley doesn’t even have to try. She opens up and he opens up. Give and take. And that hug. THAT HUG. 

But Mac is also angry. He’s DONE loosing people. Ominous foreshadowing, perhaps? I’m concerned, guys… I’d say the stakes are acceptably high for a suspense-filled finale. SOMEONE’S (MULTIPLE SOMEONE’S?) life is gonna be on the line. SERIOUS consequences are expected.

Still no scene/ conversation between Riley and Desi, though I wasn’t expecting it this episode given the two diverging storylines. Still, fingers crossed for one in the finale. 

A couple of lingering questions...

Where exactly was Russ? He was on that plane for a long time. Also love the fact that he bundled himself in that blanket… probably because he was alone on the flight. Nice touch.

Not nearly enough Matty but there’s only so much they can squeeze into 40 mins! But she was wearing a super glam jacket that I totally approve of. 

I admit that I’m confused about the villain. I really want to hate SOMEONE for these nanotrackers and I haven’t got that fulfilling feeling yet. Next episode I assume we will get more Bad Guy™ to focus on.

The 30th will be bitter sweet. On the one hand, I can’t wait to watch it. On the other, I’m utterly devastated that we may not be getting any more (but I have hope in this fandom, guys. YOU’RE ALL FUCKING AWESOME!!). Still, I may need to stock up on chocolate, tea and icecream before then… <3

[parkersharthook]

Love For All

Peter Stark-Rogers & Stark-Rogers!reader (twins)

warnings: mentions of drinking/being drunk, pretty fluffy

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a/n: happy pride month (lol I queued this in february just so I didn’t forget to post it) anyways im bi and pls know my page is a safe space for everyone 💗💜💙

Fluffy piece where Tony and Steve are chosen as the grand marshalls for the pride parade and it becomes a family affair.

“this just in, you all officially have the coolest dads in history!” Tony bellowed as he dramatically entered the common space, Steve right behind him with a plethora of eye rolls.

Right as you were about to protest, Bucky chimed in, “neither of you are my father.”

“with the way I’ve saved your sorry ass? Might as well be.”

“saved my sorry ass? Oh Stevie, have you forgotten who pulled your ass out of every back alley fight you got into? Or have the years 1932 to 1941.”

“I did not start a fight in 1932!” Steve argued back, hands placed firmly on his hips.

“bullshit! 5 years old, playground 2 blocks over, Arthur Williams.”

Steve frowned slightly, “damn I forgot about that.”

Beside you Peter snorted, “you got into a fight when you were 5?”

“Wow darling, you came out of the womb with righteous indignation didn’t you?” Tony added with a small smirk as he moved to rest against the back of the couch.

Steve threw his hands up in defeat, “oh haha laugh it up. Yes I’m old, yes I’m stubborn. Can we please just go back to how we’re cool?”

“Wait before that, back to the ‘not my fathers thing’ does this mean you see yourselves as the team fathers? Because if you’re adopting more people, I want in!” Clint said cheerfully.

“Sorry we capped out at four.”

You stuck your tongue out at Clint with a little ‘ha ha’ because you were mature like that. “anyways… why do you think you are the coolest dads? I wanna get my rebuttal in soon.”

Tony bopped the back of your head playfully as he dropped a very rainbow piece of paper into your lap. Peter instantly leaned into your space to read it. You pushed him back with a shove to the forehead. “relax nerd I’m gonna read it out loud.”

“hurry up I’m getting antsy.” You threw an unimpressed look at Clint who had practically crawled into Bucky’s lap to get closer, not that Bucky minded.

“Chill.” You smoothed out the paper and held it up, “All hail the next Grand Marshals of NYC Pride, Tony Stark and Steve Rogers. We are happy to formally announce the two superheroes and super husbands as our fearless leaders of the float parade this year.”

“That’s the public announcement they put out, turn it over to read the letter they sent us.”

“Dear Mr. Anthony and Steven Stark-Rogers, we are so excited to welcome you into our NYC Pride Parade family. As this year’s appointed Grand Marshals it is both our duty and pleasure to pass the Pride Baton over to you. Included in this letter you will find the rules and expectations of our Grand Marshals, as well as what is permitted for first floats. We would love if you extended this invitation to your entire circle of family and friends to join you in the parade and on your float.”

You put the paper down and tilted your head back to stare at your dad, “you? Grand Marshal? Really?”

“What’s so shocking about that?”

“umm…. You’re old and not cool.”

Bucky sputtered a laugh beside you as Tony bopped you on the head again.

“Was this your way of telling us to come to pride with you?” Peter asked.

Steve shook his head as he flopped into a nearby loveseat, “actually this was our way of telling you that we need your help coming up with ideas for the float and how to decorate it. But of course we want you to join us on the float, we’ll be inviting the rest of the team as well.”

“I’ll help decorate but Bi-derman is making another appearance this year.”

Tony slapped his forehead, “can you take your old suit at least? The paint was a bitch to get off last time.”

Peter rolled his eyes, “the old suit chafes.”

You grimaced, “I hate this conversation.”

“I think you should do a dog themed float, Lucky can be our mascot.”

Bucky sighed, “of course that’s your suggestion.”

“what about the history of pride? Recognizing the Stonewall Riots and the two black transgender females that started it all. Plus then we can also advocate for Black Lives Matter. Make it clear that to support one, you have to support the other. Educate and entertain.”

Tony smiled, “that’s not a bad idea y/n.”

Steve looked at you with hopeful eyes, “are you willing to help organize and coordinate?”

“can I invite friends to help?”

“yes.”

You smiled, “then yes.”

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“when I said organize and coordinate, I didn’t mean take over the conference room we use regularly for avengers meetings.” Steve said with a deep sigh

“it’s the only one with a vending machine.” MJ helpfully pointed out, taking another large bite of her pizza slice.

“yeah it was the only way to get Clint to sit through meetings without leaving to get food.” Steve explained as he stepped into the room and took in the large array of papers everywhere. The four teenage girls that occupied the room were all busy with one thing or another, looking intense and determined.

MJ snorted, “figures.” Her hand ghosted over the page again, dragging the pencil with it and creating another addition to her sketch.

Steve’s brow furrowed for a moment and he took a step closer to get a better look, “is that me?”

MJ nodded coolly but offered no other explanation. Betty huffed a laugh, “we’re trying to design both you and Mr. Stark crown-like head pieces.”

“crowns?”

You rolled your eyes, “Pops, you really do only hear what you wanna hear. Crown-like head pieces. I know dad would go for a full ass crown but I knew you wouldn’t and we want you two to match.”

Steve studied the photos of celebrities that were projected on the wall. “and that?”

“The 2018 Met Gala. Theme: heavenly bodies. There were a bunch of great head pieces that night, we’re using it for inspiration.” Gwen supplied, “let us know if there’s any you like.”

“I wanna go in a Cardi B direction.” You stated without taking your eyes off your computer screen, you’ve obviously already committed every possible headpiece to memory.

“don’t taint his selection with bias!” Betty cried

MJ waved her off easily, “there’s no way he knows who Cardi B is.”

“thanks for the confidence MJ.” She just smiled cheekily at him.

“I think he should choose something like what Frances McDormand was wearing.” Gwen stated with a small smile

MJ laughed, “as much as I think that would look amazing, there’s no way he’s picking that.”

“who’s this?”

You barely had to glance at the photo to recognize the red and gold dress and of course the iconic headpiece, “Black Lively.”

“Okay well I like that, it’s simple.”

“what about…” Gwen drawled as she typed something and new photo, a larger one, took over the whole wall, “Something like SZA’s?”

Steve took a step back and grimaced slightly, “it’s kinda… big.”

“But if it were smaller?” Gwen pressed politely

“I suppose.” Steve glanced around at the four girls. “You guys have a lot of stuff planned.”

“Oh yeah.” You looked up with a big grin, meeting your dad’s eye. “It’s gonna be great.”

“You’re not designing us costumes too are you?”

“Well Tony specifically said not too and that he already had something planned.” MJ said before eyeing Steve up and down with the critical eye of an artist, “But we could design something if you wanted us too.”

“No, I kinda of already have a plan too.”

You rose a questioning brow, “oh yeah? Please tell me you’re not going to be wearing something boring.”

Steve rolled his eyes at you and obnoxiously bumped his hip into your side as he walked out, “I’m not clueless on how to dress for Pride. Plus, I like dressing up for it, it’s fun. And it’s not something we got to do back then. I’m planning on taking full advantage.” And with that he walked out dramatically and closed the door.

Betty laughed slightly, “ten bucks that he paints the shield.”

Gwen shook his head, “No way. I think he’s gonna wear one of the flags as a cape.”

MJ clicked her tongue, “I know for a fact he’ll be wearing his ‘trans rights are human rights’ shirt.” Pause. “and probably his rainbow pants.”

You looked at MJ with a perplexed expression, “why do you know about my dad’s rainbow pants?”

MJ smirked slightly, “he wore them to pride a few years ago. Plus, me and peter talk about things. You’re not the only Stark-Rogers twin I hang out with.”

Gwen obnoxiously nudged Betty with her elbow and a large wink, “Oh yeah… she talks to Peter.” MJ scowled at the two as you snickered behind your hand.

MJ grumbled slightly, “let’s just get back to work.” It was silent in the room until the three other girls heard MJ mumble, “I never have to deal with this at college.”

You burst into a fit of laughter.

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Pride was without a doubt a 100% success.

The float looked great. The area had already been swept for trouble. One Grand Marshal was moderately drunk. And Everyone was dancing and partying. Perfect.

Even the float attendees looked great. Clint was the brightest of the all. With no shirt on, glitter all over his chest, a rainbow tutu around his hips, tight purple booty shorts underneath, knee high socks with the pan pride flag on them, plus his signature purple converse… he looked good.

You’ve been snickering every time you catch Bucky not so subtlety looking Clint up and down. But that being said, Clint was doing the same to Bucky because he had someone managed to get the stoic and whiney super soldier into a rainbow button down. Nothing else, as that wasn’t Bucky’s jam. He paired the shirt with simple jeans but you were sure that he would be covered with glitter later.

Peter had been swinging around the parade, his first Stark suit now painted a vibrant pink, purple, and blue. Plus there was a large, messily painted on heart over where the spider sat in the middle of his chest.

You and all your friends had taken up the dance floor on the float, and if you said so yourself, you all were killing the dance moves.

Tony was more than tipsy because Bruce was on babysitting duty tonight for Morgan, so he let himself go and lean heavily against his husband, who just grinned at him all lovingly.

In the end, it was a good day. You threw beads and candy to the crowd, joining them at times for drinks and dance parties. You laughed endlessly with your friends and your family. And yeah… it was a good day.

Plus, all your friends had been correct.

Steve wore his trans shirt in solidarity with the ongoing movements and the float.

He wore his rainbow pants because they were “super fashionable y/n” and to support everyone.

He painted his shield purple, blue, and pink to show off his own sexuality and support Peter.

And he had a pansexual flag tied around his neck to match with Tony’s pink, yellow, and blue shirt.

He looked great.

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Sour Cherry, Chapter 15

We’re taking a break from the smut this week, folks! This update I bring you more soft Kuvira, specifically moments where our favorite girl needs some extra loving. We don’t see Kuvira as feeling much of anything in the show but I think we can all imagine she feels deeply and intensely so...that’s what this is kind of. She just has someone to love on her and reassure her ❤️ As always, I love to read your comments so feel free to drop some on AO3 or leave me some messages in my inbox! LOVE Y’ALL! 

Ba Sing Se

It’s not unlike Kuvira to fall asleep at her desk these days.

You’ve been in the Earth Kingdom capital for some time now, and although the worst of the violence has since subsided, the imminent work of bureaucratization poses an overwhelming task.

There’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that Kuvira will fully restore Ba Sing Se to its former glory — even improve it. Given Suyin’s decision to remain complacent in the face of such chaos, Kuvira symbolized the steady hand that would guide a city in disarray into an era of peace and unity.

From the moment she took it upon herself to oversee this venture, she proved time and time again that few people—if any—could assume such an undertaking and carry it to completion. She managed to instill a persistent flame of hope in everyone, even beyond her army. There was a reason her popularity grew so rapidly among the local residents.

She was the beacon of light no one had expected to find but now relied on as a means of getting through this period of such great distress.

But at the end of the day, Kuvira is still human.

Despite having initiated a new kind of relationship with her, you’re ashamed to say that sometimes even you forget this simple fact. Kuvira is many things: above all else, she is a strategist. Of course, this mentality shapes every move and decision she makes in Ba Sing Se and this extends far beyond politics.

She’s methodical in her approach to life, modulating her demeanor in a way that allows her to easily adapt to constantly shifting environments, people, and interactions. In doing so, she often becomes a force of pure energy, steady and obstinate. After all, one doesn’t become the Great Uniter by projecting any degree of weakness. The Earth Kingdom needed somebody who embodied strength, fearlessness, and hope. They needed to reclaim that sense of certainty that had been shattered the moment all structure—however precarious it was—vanished upon the Earth Queen’s death.

So when you walk into your makeshift quarters, lit up only by the dwindling flame of her desk lantern, it’s a sharp reminder that even Kuvira reaches her limits.

You walk over to her slowly, paying extra attention to the weight of your feet against the floor. When you reach her, you kneel down and carefully drift your fingers towards her arm. She has them folded beneath her cheek, her lips parted just enough for a faint whistle to travel between her teeth. You touch Kuvira’s shoulder and stay still, not wanting to rouse her from slumber too brusquely.

She sniffles once and the sound makes something in your chest twinge so you press your fingertips into her uniform just enough for Kuvira to feel the pressure of your hand more surely. “Kuvira,” you whisper. “It’s me.”

Upon hearing your voice, her eyelids snap open and even through the dusty orange glow of the room you can see just how bleary-eyed she looks. You wonder if anyone has ever seen her like this, walls down and vulnerable, but the answer comes to you before you dwell on it too long.

“I’m sorry,” she says, flattening out her back so she’s leaning into her chair. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me…”

“I think I do,” you respond, inching forward until your lips softly press against her cheekbone. “Come on, let’s get you out of this stuff.”

Never having been the recipient of such doting, it takes Kuvira a few moments to respond but she eventually stands and walks over to your shared bed. You pull away the sheets of metal along her shoulders and forearms, carefully setting them aside while Kuvira pushes the breastplate off her torso and lets it clatter to the ground.

Once she’s cloaked only in her dark green uniform, she collapses onto the bed and looks just about ready to pass out. There’s one more thing left for you to do though.

You quickly kiss the crown of her head before crawling onto the mattress and finding a position along her back, your knees positioned around her hips. Kuvira’s braid is barely a braid anymore, mostly a disheveled rope of hair with some vague semblance of pleated folds.

You make quick work of it, dragging your fingers through the thick strands and undoing the knots you encounter. Once it feels loose and heavy, you reach for the brush on your nightstand and start guiding it from the roots to the tips along her back.

It’s a choreography you unknowingly crafted at some point when you could finally call Kuvira your lover but it’s one that you fall into so easily it’s as though you learned it another lifetime. Your fingers know exactly how to glide through the silk-like texture of her hair, how to hold the contours of the brush so your movements stay slow and gentle. Kuvira lets herself fall against your palm and you imagine this might be how a moonflower preens beneath the glow of a stainless night sky.

You aren’t sure how long you brush her hair but eventually her breathing evens out again and can’t tell if she’s fallen asleep. She starts inching forward and it’s sufficient indication that you’ve done your part.

With a loving smile, you set the brush aside and guide her onto the pillow. Leaning down, you let your lips hover over her temple before finally pressing them against the soft skin. Though you attribute it to a trick of the light, you fall asleep to the image of Kuvira’s cheek twitching against your touch.

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Republic City

In the context of all that was to come, three years seemed like such an insignificant period of time. There was so much left to do to consummate the burgeoning Empire. The vast majority of the former Earth Kingdom now fell under Kuvira’s rule but there was still the matter of Zaofu. The United Republic of Nations.

Although Kuvira had successfully wrested the authority to rule from the young prince, the Earth Empire army knew it was only the beginning of a much larger mission. The past three years hadn’t been easy by any means but there was something unusually intimidating about annexing Zaofu and the United Republic.

Perhaps because it felt much more personal. Of course, you felt the connection of a common background with all Earth Kingdom inhabitants but Zaofu was your home. You grew up there...Spirits, you probably still had loved ones there.

And Republic City? Maybe it was the way people and communities hailed from all nations and found ways to live in relative peace after the horrific events led by Amon and then Unalaq. But even then, all of it seemed precarious when compared to the vision Kuvira was putting forth.

As you drive away from the Four Elements hotel, Kuvira’s hand wrapped tightly around yours, you think back to Zaofu once more but this time you aren’t met with images of your old library or the bright green fields that lay beyond the metal walls.

No, you think of Suyin. She was the last person Kuvira spoke to before you left Republic City. You had waited in the shadows of the hotel patio after the failed coronation, hoping it would shroud you enough to avoid being seen by any of the world leaders.

Just when you were about to make your way upstairs Kuvira stepped out of the elevator, flanked by her guards. “Everything has been packed,” she said coldly. “We’re leaving. Immediately.”

She didn’t wait for you to respond, instead charging forward without a second glance at her surroundings. The interaction left you stunned before you finally came to your senses and scurried close behind her.

The first few seconds in the Satomobile were almost tangibly uncomfortable. You wanted to ask how she was doing, to soothe whatever venom Suyin had undoubtedly said. There was a dark shadow cast over Kuvira’s face, one that you hadn’t seen since you first left Zaofu all those years ago.

Instead you stayed quiet, folding your hands over your lap and looking at the cityscape zooming by. Eventually, Kuvira’s gloved hand slid over yours, twisting between your fingers until your palms met in that familiar embrace you could distinguish even without first knowing it was her.

As the train comes back into view, you squeeze Kuvira’s hand, hoping the sentiment translates all the same despite your inability to verbalize them. The tension in her body doesn’t loosen up but she closes her eyes momentarily and lets out a slow, even breath through her nose.

For now, it’s all you can ask for.

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The State of Yi

The meeting with Yi’s governor ended poorly. Even without Kuvira’s report, the smattering of ink dripping from the metal table was indication enough.

After exchanging a few curt words with the young airbending boy, she makes her way back into the train and calls an impromptu Inner Circle meeting. Bolin reluctantly leaves Opal’s side while Baatar joins without hesitation.

The conversation is awkward at best, deeply uncomfortable above all else. Kuvira keeps it together quite well for someone who had been shunned away mere moments ago but you’re certain no one else can see the fire of indignation in her eyes.

“There has to be another way to help them, right?” Bolin insists. “Can’t we just stay another day? If we bring Opal and Kai on board, I bet we could come up with another plan to help these people.”

“You more than anyone should know we cannot afford to waste our time on fruitless negotiations,” Kuvira snaps. “I will not sacrifice the wellbeing of our fellow citizens who are willing to accept our aid for a single governor who refuses to acknowledge the suffering of his people.”

Varrick, Bolin, and Baatar end up falling into a chaotic exchange of potential solutions that very quickly wears Kuvira’s patience thin.

“Enough!” she commands. You watch in silence as everyone freezes and slowly submits to her exasperation. “I have made myself clear. We will wait one day — not an hour earlier or later. If the Governor would rather see his people perish, I will not be held responsible. This meeting is adjourned and I expect no one to leave this train unless expressly informed to do so.”

Everyone nods and promptly makes their way out of the room. You make a move to join them but wait for everyone to get ahead first before sliding the door closed and pivoting back towards Kuvira.

She’s silently fuming — a vein sticks out from over her collar and her hands are woven tightly together behind her back. You imagine she might look composed to others who don’t notice those details but you’ve learned to see past the iron facade she forges around herself.

You fold your hands over Kuvira’s and feel the tension her fists carry, the way it courses all along her arms and bleeds into the rest of her body. Kuvira isn’t known for being a very relaxed person — she’s all hard lines and perfect posture, angled features and unyielding brow.

But this rigidity is different because it’s fueled by ire. Kuvira doesn’t take refusal well and with most of the Empire united, the Governor’s reluctance proves especially inconvenient.

However, she softens into your touch and you start to see her for what she really is, for what she only allows you to see. A woman on the brink of burnout. A leader nonetheless, so close to securing all she has worked towards, but which she has sacrificed too much to achieve.

She unfolds her hands and weaves her fingers into yours, letting her shoulders drop just enough for you to know this is helping to some extent.

And even though it lasts no more than a minute, because suddenly you’re interrupted by the voices of her guards requesting her immediate presence, when she looks at you there’s a softness along the corners of her eyes that hadn’t been there before.

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Zaofu

The army is stationed immediately outside the Zaofu metal domes. Kuvira had left with Bolin and Baatar moments ago to meet with Suyin and hopefully come to an agreement that would eliminate the need for outright combat.

You insisted on joining her, afraid of what she might be subjected to and unable to accept that potential reality. You never knew the Beifong matriarch to resort to violent tactics but her response to Kuvira’s actions led you to believe anything was possible at this point.

Nevertheless, Kuvira had none of it. “I’ll be with Bolin and Baatar — I’ll be safe. I know Suyin. She knows better than to try anything of that nature with our army posted just outside her gates. I promise you I’ll return, unharmed,” she reassured, kissing you once before making her way outside.

You pressed your hands against the window, watching as the three of them grew into small green dots that eventually disappeared past the metal lotus structures. Kuvira was smart, you didn’t doubt that. She could absolutely hold her own. Yet despite her attempts to sway you otherwise, you still found it difficult to accept that Suyin wouldn’t try anything.

So you paced back and forth, sitting and standing, fiddling with your hands and carelessly flipping through papers on your desk until you heard guards murmuring and saw Kuvira’s silhouette making its way toward the tent.

She returns with Bolin and Baatar at her side again and you notice the former appears rather grim. Nevertheless, you’re instantly hit with the searing desire to throw yourself around her, to feel the heat of her blood beneath her skin and the bends of muscle and bone pressing against yours.

She’s here. Obviously she’s okay. But you can’t shake the need to confirm it by feeling her and knowing she’s uninjured.

Bolin starts talking, a nervous edge in every word, asking too many questions that ultimately set Kuvira off. She towers over Bolin, questioning his loyalty to the Empire, to her, and you stand in your corner silently. Baatar watches with an almost smug look on his face and it makes you scowl.

“Both of you are dismissed,” Kuvira says when she steps back. Still thoroughly shaken by the encounter, Bolin stays frozen for a moment before Baatar coughs and they step out of the tent in tense silence.

Kuvira sits down and leans forward so her fingers press against her temples. She sighs frustratedly and tightens her jaw. Even with all that transpired in the past ten minutes, that instinct to hold her close and just feel her doesn’t waver but you know better than to cave into it right now.

She does look up at you and her face has grown haggard with frustration in the span of seconds. It startles you how easily she conceals this side of herself, doing so in a manner that seems so effortless that she has everyone convinced that she really is impenetrable.

Right now, she lets the veneer crumble until all that’s left is an expression so openly cumbered with fatigue it seems to draw you in with arms of its own, tugging you forward until you’re at Kuvira’s side and she’s still looking up at you.

Every possible gesture seems inappropriate. What could you tell her that would offer that reassurance she needs? How can you be sure that’s what she needs at all? She’s being faced with the increasingly likely reality of using brute force to take that which once served as her home.

You don’t know when Kuvira’s cheek presses into your belly but when it does, your arms wrap around her head of their own accord.

Kuvira’s body speaks to yours in a language of gentle touches and unspoken pleas. Naturally, you have come to understand the meaning of each movement and your body responds as such. You hold her close to your body, feeling her head dip into the soft flesh, and smooth her hair over her scalp.

You aren’t sure what’s going to happen next. The Avatar is still gone. Despite Kuvira’s threat, you know Suyin will not acquiesce and there is still the possibility that she will try something horrible to stop Kuvira. And even if you manage to successfully take Zaofu for the Empire, that leaves Republic City.

But with Kuvira’s head cradled in your arms, her cheek dipping into your torso, all of that stops meaning something if only for a moment. Right now you have each other. Most importantly, Kuvira has you. And you’ll figure everything out as you go.