i think marinette is worse at resting when she's sick but adrien is worse at sitting things out if he's injured. i have no explanation, these are just the vibes
You know those AU's where the Batfam finds or learns about either hidden or thought to be dead Al Ghul Danny! with a deaged/daughter Dani (Ellie) (I should know, I created a few of those storylines) but what if, now hear me out, what if instead of them finding Danny first its Talia.
Do I want Talia discovering her thought to be dead son to be alive? Yes. Do I want her to find him while investigating Amity Park when the League gets reports of 'Lazarus creatures/water'? Yes.
DO I WANT HER TO KNOCK ON THE FENTON'S DOOR, fully ready to pretend/honey talk her way into the house to uncover what the Fenton's know, ONLY TO MEET A LITTLE ELLIE?!
YES.
Ellie whose eyes and hair look like a copy of her Beloved but she can see bits and pieces of herself as well. Talia knows the child in front of her was not fully her's though but everything makes sense when she hears a voice, a voice she hasn't heard in ages but as a mother just knows, speak out.
"Ellie! I thought I said do not answer the door my Sterling."
"But Daddy, yous was busy fighting the hotdoggys!"
Talia's eyes widen when she finally catches sight of familiar black hair and blue eyes.
and she could only lightly whisper a old nickname she hasn't dared uttered in ages, a name she secretly gave her son due to his love of the stars "Astrophel..."
i had a fucking dream where my mom asked for my tumblr handle and for some reason i couldn't just have said no and i was panicking because i had the nastiest, dirtiest x reader porn reblogged
a whole supercut of lynn saying amanda's name and amanda never said her name once...
this got me thinking:
do you think when lynn and amanda finally got together, amanda never calls her a pet name, just calls her by her name, all the time. at first lynn thinks it's because amanda doesnt want them to go too fast or because amanda is not comfortable with that sort of intimacy.
but months go by and still it's "lynn, what do you want for dinner?" or "come to bed, lynn" or "i think you're pretty, lynn" and then it's a year, and she's called amanda every term of endearment in the book and she's still "lynn"
and one day she just had to ask
"why do you just call me 'lynn'?"
"thats your name, what do you mean?" followed by a soft laugh, because the mood is light.
"yeah but we're a couple... and couples are 'babe,' 'baby,' 'honey,' or 'darling', whatever, you know?"
"do you want me to call you those?"
"if you want to, i mean... you seem like you dont want to, because if you do, you would have."
"okay..." a smile and an affectionate look in her eyes, to lighten the mood.
"so maybe just why? why not?"
"well" and she cradles lynn's hand in between hers.
lynn takes a deep breath, and mandy gives her a kiss on the forehead—soft, affectionate.
"because there's no other word or phrase that means 'love' to me more than your name."
I've been thinking about the tragedy of Elizabeth Woodville living to see the end of her family name.
I don't mean her family with her husband, which lived on through her daughter and grandson. I mean her own.
Her sisters died, one by one, many of them after 1485. When Elizabeth died, only Katherine was left, and she would die before the turn of the century as well.
All her brothers died, too. Lewis died in childhood. John was executed. Anthony was murdered. Lionel died suddenly in the peak of Richard's reign, unable to see his niece become queen. Edward perished at war. Richard died in grieving peace. For all the violence and judgement the family endured, it was "an accident of biology" that ended their line: none of the brothers left heirs, and the Woodville name was extinguished. We know the family was aware of this. We know they mourned it, too:
“Buy a bell to be a tenor at Grafton to the bells now there, for a remembrance of the last of my blood.”
Elizabeth lived through the deposition and death of her young sons, and lived to see the end of her own family name. It must have been such a haunting loss, on both sides.
once again thinking about cloud “there’s someone in me that isn’t me,” “i have to leave, i’m afraid I won’t be able to stop him next time,” “i’m sorry i couldn’t be your cloud,” “maybe one day you’ll get to meet the ‘real cloud,’” “i was never hunting sephiroth, he was always calling me,” “please give me a number professor,” “tell him that when you see him again, it’ll mean the world to him, okay?” “back then we got by with scraped knees,” “hey, tifa” strife.