#teach girls bravery not perfection

[itsnothingbutluck]

Reshma Saujani - Teach girls bravery not perfection We're raising our girls to be perfect, and we're raising our boys to be brave, says Reshma Saujani, the founder of Girls Who Code. Saujani has taken up the charge to socialize young girls to take risks and learn to program -- two skills they need to move society forward. To truly innovate, we cannot leave behind half of our population, she says. "I need each of you to tell every young woman you know to be comfortable with imperfection."

[hcneymooners]

⋆ thinking about model!cait & model!reader.

ꕮ you and model!caitlyn find one another unexpectedly, your friendship a perfect firework across an otherwise tedious skyline of existence. she has a strong reputation comprised of a perfect work ethic, but a "bitter aftertaste" of a personality. the coworker who says this is notorious for being vicious, so you smile palely and take the assessment with a grain of salt.

ꕮ model!caitlyn whom you first meet backstage at an indie designer's debut show, whom you keep running into backstage. she's softer than you expected with her deep blue hair tugged up into a topknot, balancing like an artist on a tightrope. her cheeks are dusted with a metallic blush that shimmers weakly every time her cheeks bunch and loosen, the movement repeated as she chews on an apple.

ꕮ model!cait who is the last to go on most of the time, as are you, so you watch as she keeps to herself amid fashion week and is the first one out at the end of every show. it's the same cycle of working up the courage to speak to her, to show her that you aren't whispering along with the rest of the girls sitting beside you, but your little streaks of bravery are blotted out by the hot lights of your twin vanities and there's nothing left by the time she calls her car.

ꕮ you finally see her at the right time, finally send her a tight smile that you meant to be fuller with a little wave. she's at the mouth of the door, head bent back as the movement coordinator orders her to be earlier tomorrow for rehearsals because she's opening this time. she's surprised at the soft spread of your teeth towards her, and reflexively she smiles back. congratulations, you tell her and your voice is strong. thank you, she says.

ꕮ and you think that's the end of things but then you get stuck in the open half of a prop plane with her. the set is an elaborate platform to showcase the newest alice+olivia spring-summer collection. the two of you swing like a pendulum across the floor, tumbling into one another. her body is lanky, almost awkward, and she smells deeply of iris, lime, and rose.

ꕮ "you smell good," you whisper with a hand on your stomach because you think you might throw up. she smiles, surprised, and you understand exactly why they scouted her.

ꕮ after that, your relationship grows almost lazily like ivy. you run into her everywhere: the grocery store, the members club right across your townhouse, the museum where you went to see the quilt exhibit. one day you just take her hand and interlink it with yours, promising her a delicious bowl of pho and saying that you'll teach her to haggle prices at the little market you're going to after this—the one owned by the khti with kind eyes.

ꕮ she follows you, lets you swallow her, and basks in the solidarity of finding someone who doesn't hate her for once. you find out more: that she's a nepotism baby (her mother is a top designer), that she dislikes a lot of who she walks for but doesn't think she deserves to complain, that she majored in philosophy and military history at university but dropped out in her junior year, that she's been thinking of going back. "go back," you tell her with a soft smile. "i'll go with you."

ꕮ you go back to school together: her to finish her bachelor's, you to get your master's.

ꕮ when you're off-duty, she calls you. it's always at the same time—she's very structured, you notice—which means you always find yourself rushing through the rooms of your home, trying to find where you last tossed your phone.

ꕮ it's 2007 then, so it's a thin slab the color of ice with the logo of the most prominent tech company at the moment. you're always worried you're going to drop it, that you'll lose her, so you memorize her number to call her from a pay phone when you're somewhere different in the world.

ꕮ on call, she tells you about the first time she walked paris fashion week, how her hands wouldn't stop shaking even after she'd made it back behind the curtain. you share your own story of tripping during milan, catching yourself at the last second while your heart drummed against your ribs.

ꕮ "i was there," she tells you, laughing gently. the words cut out a bit as she moves around, and without thinking, you speak to the ache in your chest and say, "i wish you were here."

ꕮ backstage becomes your sanctuary together. you learn to recognize the slope of her shoulders when a designer has been particularly cruel, and she learns exactly how you like your tea when you're running on your fourth show of the day. "chamomile, splash of honey," she murmurs, pressing the warm cup into your hands. her fingers linger against yours longer than necessary.

ꕮ you rest your head on top of her jutting shoulder, eyes fluttering closed as she adjusts the alligator clips in your hair so that you're more comfortable, switching out your perm papers for new ones so the stylists won't yell about the crinkles.

ꕮ there have been many times when you've sobbed into her lap or she into yours, bodies run ragged after doing 10-20 shows in a day or two. it's never too much work to soothe her or for her to coo at you, quieting you until you fitfully fall asleep.

ꕮ you start sharing hotel rooms to save money, but really it's because neither of you can stand the loneliness anymore. you always share a hotel room now with two beds, just for you to wrap around her in only one. these are the best times of travel: caitlyn in her cotton hollister boy shorts and her long-sleeved soccer camp tee, hair lumped into a loose knot at her neck as her chest rises and falls gently with her breath.

ꕮ you huddle closer every night, late at night. you order room service and critique the collections together. she has strong opinions about necklines, and you can spend hours discussing the politics of sizing.

ꕮ sometimes you fall asleep mid-conversation and wake to find her having tucked you in.

ꕮ the industry starts to notice your friendship. "the ice queen has finally thawed," they whisper, and you hate how they talk about her like she's a puzzle to be solved rather than a person. but she just squeezes your hand under the table at fashion week parties and whispers, "let them talk." you realize you'd let them say anything as long as she keeps holding your hand.

ꕮ your first kiss happens in taipei. you're both half-delirious from lack of sleep, sharing a pepper bun in the early morning before shows begin. she has a dot of sauce on her lower lip, and you reach out without thinking, thumb brushing it away and coming to your mouth so that you can suck it clean.

ꕮ "oh," she says softly, and then you're colliding, kissing desperately and tenderly among the crumbs and cups of cucumber water, dawn breaking over the city of azaleas. she breaks away because she can't stop smiling and you can't either, and her hair looks like blue fire in the sunlight. you kiss her again because you can and drag her by the hand down the street, your water sloshing as you try to make it to the show on time.

ꕮ together, you start to imagine a life beyond the runway. she talks about teaching military history to undergraduates, her eyes lighting up as she describes battle strategies and political maneuvering. you sketch out plans for your own vintage styling firm, something small and carefully curated with a tight clientele.

ꕮ "we could do both," she says, and you love how she always includes you in her future.

ꕮ life begins to slow down without either of you meaning for it to. it's subtle at first: you start saying no to castings that don't excite you, and caitlyn realizes she hasn't done a full fashion week in nearly a year.

ꕮ you find yourselves going to the same places more often—your favorite cafe, the record store that still carries CDs, the bookstore where cait always beelines for the history section while you browse vintage magazines.   

ꕮ caitlyn buys a dog before you do—a retired racing greyhound named laguna with eyes too soft for the world. you tease her about how predictable it is, how of course she'd choose a creature as long-limbed and elegant as her. but then you find a pocket bully in a shelter with a wiry coat and the sweetest underbite you've ever seen, and suddenly you have two. your inbox fills with emails from brands who want to feature them instead of you.  

ꕮ there's a video of you and caitlyn sitting on a blanket in central park, sharing a bagel slathered thick with avocado while your dogs sprawl between you. someone posts it on youtube with the title supermodels—THEY'RE JUST LIKE US and suddenly laguna and your little bully (you named her venice) have their own fanbase.

ꕮ people start recognizing you not for the runways, but for the dogs. “cait, i think we’ve peaked," you joke, showing cait a feature in a fashion mag about “all the best supermodels have turned dog moms.”   

ꕮ one day, cait tells you she’s serious about completing her phd. "i think i’m ready," she says, her fingers twisting the hem of your sweatshirt. you kiss her forehead and tell her you've been looking at spaces for your styling firm. "i think i'm ready too."  

ꕮ leaving modeling feels like shedding skin. at first, you both keep a toe in—an editorial here, a campaign there—but eventually, the industry moves on without you, and neither of you mind. 

ꕮ the mornings are slower now, filled with newspaper crossword puzzles and late brunches. your lives feel like the belong more to you than before. sometimes you still wake up expecting to rush to a casting, but then laguna whines at the door, and venice jumps onto the bed, and you remember you don't have to be anywhere except beside her.  

ꕮ you start teaching styling workshops, curating looks for indie films, slowly building your firm from the ground up. caitlyn, true to her word, finishes her degree and starts lecturing. she still paces when she talks, still moves like she’s walking the length of a runway, but now it’s in front of a room full of students who hang onto every word she says about ancient war tactics. 

ꕮ you don’t understand any of it, but still you’re proud of her. you sneak into her lectures with a ball cap that does nothing to disguise you, a polaroid camera in your hands as you take pictures of her for the keepsake box underneath your bed.

ꕮ your home becomes filled with old fashion week spreads pinned open like faded butterflies, shelves lined with history books, and a basket of dog toys that always end up in the middle of the floor. life is lovely. not perfect, but good nonetheless.

ꕮ and then one day, years later, you're walking through a square—maybe in new york, maybe in london—when you look up and see her face on a billboard. it’s an old campaign, maybe one of the last ones she did, and the sight of her, frozen in time, steals the breath from your lungs.   

ꕮ you call her.  

ꕮ "hey, baby,” you say when she picks up. "i just saw you on a billboard."  

ꕮ there's a beat of silence, then her voice, warm and teasing. “wasn’t expecting to hear that bit of news. tell me, was i beautiful all blown up and life-sized?”  

ꕮ you smile, tilting your face toward the sky. "yes. but they don’t know how much more beautiful you are in person."

© hcneymooners.

⚚ notes: for @marieeeluvsyou & @srooch.

[burningembers91]

All of You - Park Min-Su x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Follow up piece to:

The Secretary Lunch Date Awards Night Overtime The Taste of You

Synopsis: Desperate to show you that he loves you, Park Min-Su showers you in gifts. But the only thing you really want is him

Park Min-Su was head over in heels in love. Ever since that night in your apartment, he felt like he was walking on air. You were perfection personified, everything about you a dream come true. He walked a little taller, his head held a little higher, content in the knowledge that you wanted him, and he wanted you.

His father had him working almost relentlessly in the office to prepare for a meeting, and it meant Min-Su hadn’t had much time to see you outside of work. He had to make do with stolen kisses in his office, your floral perfume enveloping him as you draped yourself over his lap while he sat in his office chair. He was so in love with you, so in awe of you, but he had no idea how to express the way he felt.

His parent’s marriage was one based on convenience rather than mutual affection. His mother’s family were rich and influential, and it was a marriage based on strengthening their empires. Min-Su was sure he’d never seen a flicker of affection pass between his parents, and he often wondered how they’d stood each other’s company for long enough to make him. There were no words of affection, no looks of love or sweet kisses between them. They stayed as far away from each other as possible, interacting only when entirely necessary. Min-Su didn’t know how to express his feelings towards you, so chose to shower you with gifts.

Every day something would arrive at the office for you: flowers, jewellery, a pair of shoes made by a brand he knew you liked. Each gift was more extravagant than the last, and he never got tired of seeing the look on your face when you opened them. “You don’t need to do all this,” you smiled, unwrapping a custom-made perfume he’d designed especially. “But I want to,” Min-Su insisted. “You’re worth it.” You could see he was trying, but what you really wanted was to spend more time with him. You’d barely had five minutes to yourselves in the last few weeks, and you were craving more of him. Ever since that night in your apartment, he hadn’t left your head. Min-Su treated you better than anyone ever had, and you found yourself desperate for more. You were finding it hard to admit that your feelings for him were more than physical, so used to being used and then thrown away when you no longer served a purpose. You couldn’t help but wonder whether Min-Su was using you, using you to teach him things before he moved on to a new girl. But deep down you knew he wasn’t like that; he was different from anyone you’d been with before.

“What would you like instead?” he asked, desperate to know what it was that he could do to please you. “Just spend time with me,” you smiled, spritzing some of the vanilla and tonka scented spray on your neck. The smell was heavenly; he’d somehow managed to capture your essence in a single scent and it matched you perfectly. “Tonight,” he said, almost begged. “Tonight. Let’s do something. Whatever you want.”

“Take me for dinner,” you told him, “and then I want you to take me back to my apartment, and I want you to fuck me.”

Min-Su groaned as you said the words, pulling you down onto his lap. He’d thought of nothing but making love to you, of hearing you moan for him again. His lips met yours, his hands trailing up your waist and across the soft contours of your breasts. He was getting more confident with you, taking charge a little more. You loved it when he kissed you, his hands softly gripping the nape of your neck so he could tilt your head back. Around you, the Min-Su who was scared of his own shadow was gone, replaced by a confident man who knew what he wanted. You only wished that bravery extended to his family and colleagues, but Min-Su hadn’t made it that far yet.

That night, he pulled out all the stops, taking you to the best sushi place in Seoul, ordering the most expensive champagne and cocktails. He wanted to tell you how he felt so many times, but he could never seem to find the right words. He’d never had anyone tell him they loved him before, and he’d never said the words either. Up until you, he had been sure love was something made up. But you made his stomach flip, his heart sing and whenever he was with you, everything just seemed to make sense. You looked especially beautiful tonight, the soft glow of the lighting above the table illuminating your features. Min-Su couldn’t wait to get you home, couldn’t wait to finally know what it would feel like to have all of you.

You walked back to your apartment, the city streets buzzing with the busy Friday night crowds. You were so wrapped up in each other, you barely noticed the sea of people around you. Min-Su clasped your hand in his, wondering how he’d gone so long without you. He couldn’t understand how his parents stayed together when they didn’t feel anything for each other. What he felt for you was so strong, so raw, and he couldn’t fathom the fact that his parents didn’t have that. You were everything he’d ever wanted, and he hoped you felt the same.

Arriving back at your apartment, Min-Su felt that all too familiar pang of nerves as you opened the door. He wanted to please you, to make you feel good, and there was always a little voice in the back of his head telling him he might get it wrong. He helped you take your coat off, hanging it on the hook by your door. It never ceased to amaze you how caring he was, how he looked after you in the smallest of ways. “Come here,” he whispered, pulling you into him, his fingers gently brushing up the soft skin of your arms. He kissed you, relishing in the little moans of affection that fell from your lips. “I want you,” you breathed, your fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. You’d started this relationship being the one in charge, but tonight you felt entirely at his mercy. His hand cupped your chin, his lips trailing over your cheeks and jaw. He’d learned so much from you already, and tonight he wanted to put it into practice.

Leading him to your bedroom, you sat down on the soft mattress, taking in Min-Su’s toned torso that peaked through the opening in his shirt. Your hand reached up to take his, gently pulling him down next to you. You could feel him shaking, could hear his breath hitch as his hand brushed against your thigh. “Take off your dress,” he told you, savouring the moan that fell from your lips at his order. You liked this bossier side of him, enjoyed seeing him taking the reins for once. You did as you were told, standing up and letting the soft, silky fabric fall to the floor.

Min-Su would never get enough of your body, your soft curves sheer perfection. He pulled you down onto his lap, tracing the outline of your breasts with the pads of his fingers. He pinched your sensitive nipple in between his thumb and forefinger, smiling as you moaned again for him. He liked having you needy for him, enjoyed using his hands to make you feel good. He could feel how wet you wet, the fabric of your underwear damp with your arousal. As much as he wanted to tease you tonight, he needed you, needed all of you and he couldn’t wait anymore.

His lips met yours, hungry and desperate as he unzipped his jeans. You pulled his shirt from his shoulders, his lithe, taut body warm against yours. Lying back for him, you spread your legs, and for a moment, Min-Su saw stars. “We can take it slow,” you smiled, mistaking his adoration of you for nervousness. “I don’t want to take it slow,” he whispered, “I want to show you how much I love you.”

You stared up at him, shock etched on your face. No one had ever said that to you before, no one had ever cared about you the way Min-Su had. “I love you,” he whispered again, his hands trailing down across your spread thighs. His thumb pressed gently onto your clit, your moan the sweetest sound as he whispered those three words to you again. Now that he’d told you how he felt, Min-Su would make sure he whispered those words to you every day. “I love you too,” you smiled, pulling his body down on top of you. You helped guide him inside of you, the guttural groan he made as he entered you lighting the fire deep within your belly.

You moved slowly together, Min-Su clinging to you as he got lost in the sensation. You were so tight, so warm, your walls clenching him so deliciously he forgot to breathe. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him further inside of you as he cried out at the overwhelming sensation. He knew he wouldn’t last long, not when you felt this good. “Min-Su,” you whispered his name, knowing it drove him crazy. “You feel so good. Harder, I need it harder.”

He planted his hands either side of your head, thrusting fast and deep into you. You cried out, your moans his undoing. He told you that he loved you as he came, painting your tight, wet walls with every last drop of himself. “Stay with me?” you asked him as he collapsed next to you, waiting for your breathing to return to normal. “Always,” he whispered, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

He made love to you over and over again that night, drawing your pleasure out until you begged for a release. You’d given him so much over the last few months, and now it was Min-Su’s time to return the favour. He would make sure you never wanted for anything, would ensure that every day you knew how much he cared for you. He refused to be like his parents, to simply exist alongside someone.

You were the only thing that mattered to him now; not his job, or the company, or the life his father wanted him to lead. Somehow, he had to find the courage to start living for himself, to make a life for the two of you. He wasn’t sure how he’d find the guts to stand up to a man he’d feared his entire life, but he needed to start being brave.

If he wanted to make a life with you, he had to break the chains he’d father had placed him in and start building something new with you.

[system-to-the-madness]

Nightmare - Zuko x Reader

Pairing: Zuko x fem!Reader Word Count: 2 024 (hehe) Warnings: fighting, mentions of death, nightmare about injury and abuse, use of (y/n) Summary: After your fight you avoid Zuko, who tries to apologise. But even with your rejection he is by your side as you suffer from a nightmare. A/N: Can be read as a oneshot; Part Nine of the series Perfect (10 times Zuko thought you were perfect and the first time he told you);

It had been more than a full day since Zuko had last talked to you. It had taken the others only a few minutes after your return to the camp to realize you had fought with Zuko, and much to Zuko’s surprise and relief it was not an angry Katara that came to freeze him into an ice block for hurting you, but instead it was Sokka, trying to find out what had happened. Zuko was relieved that Sokka didn’t accuse him of anything and instead listened carefully to Zuko’s side of the story, before he patted his back reassuringly.

“She’ll come around, man,” Sokka told him. “She’s probably just upset because the conversation brought up memories of her dead brother. She’s not mad at you.”

“No, I think she is,” Zuko admitted, but Sokka wouldn’t have any of it and instead encouraged Zuko to spend the rest of the day by teaching Aang more Fire Bending.

That had been yesterday afternoon. Now it was already late at night, and over twenty-four hours since Zuko had last seen you. He knew you had been out of your tent, because Toph told him you went into town with her, but she refused to tell him whether you had mentioned him, and you had been clever enough to evade him as well.

So, there was only one way to solve this. Since you had not answered any of the times he had tried knocking on your door – well, tent – he had decided he needed to sit things out. Literally. And that was how he found himself curled into a thin blanket sitting outside your tent, waiting for you to come out.

Xiang had passed him a few times, and he had heard her trying to convince you to talk to him (he had had no influence on the matter, he knew things would only get worse if he tried to drag your sister into all of this), but you had only rejected her encouragement. The only good thing that all of this had, he supposed, was that it seemed like Xiang had taken somewhat of a liking to him. But that probably would only last so long until she decided she needed to side with you in the matter.

The last time the little girl had passed him, it had been to go to her own tent. It had been her own decision, as far as Zuko knew, to sleep all on her own tonight, and Zuko couldn’t help but admire her bravery. After all she had lived through, the imprisonment and torture, she did not fear the dark of her tent, not even on her own.

Now Xiang’s tent was the only one that emitted a slight glow from the glow stone Toph had given her, while all the other tents were quiet and dark. Zuko stared up into the stary sky above him and wondered what you were thinking about. Were you asleep already, or still mad at him? What could he say, do, to make you less mad? Could he give you another seashell? He still had the one he had first found for you after you had given it to him for safekeeping. Should he find more of the same kind and make you a wristband? Or a necklace? Girls liked pretty jewellery, right? Maybe he could give the shells to a goldsmith and have a real necklace made? Or he could try to cook something for you? Maybe something with fresh vegetables from the market?

Before his with sleep hazy brain could come up with any other ideas, a quiet whimper sounded from your tent, making him perk up. For a moment it was quiet, and he almost would have relaxed back against the stone he had been leaning against, when he heard it again. A whimper, as if you were crying. Carefully he sat up, listening more closely. The next time it was more like a sob, accompanied by unintelligible whispering.

That was it, Zuko decided. He needed to see if you were alright. On his knees he crawled over to the entrance of your door and hit his flat palm against the heavy fabric, creating a strange slapping sound.

“Hey, (y/n), it’s me, Zuko, are you okay?”

Instead of a proper answer he just got another sob, and the repeated mumbling of ‘no, no, no’.

“Can I come in? I’m worried about you,” he called again, but when there was no answer, only another sob, he took a deep breath and pushed the fabric over the entrance away.

As he had feared, you were curled in on yourself, entangled on your blanket with tears streaming down your face. But your eyes were closed.

“Don’t hurt- don’t hurt-” you mumbled, slightly shaking your head.

“Hey, hey,” carefully Zuko crawled into the tent, sitting down at your feet and reached up to shake you awake. “You’re having a nightmare, come on, wake up. You’re all safe.”

“Don’t hurt him,” you mumbled, refusing to wake up, making Zuko wonder who he was. Were you having a nightmare about Aang facing off against the Fire Lord? Or about your brother?

“Whatever it is,” Zuko told you, “You need to wake up. It’s just a dream, can you hear me? It’s just a dream.”

“No, no,” your voice gradually grew louder. “Don’t- don’t!”

With a jolt you sat up, frantically tearing at the blanket you had entangled yourself in, as another sob slipped past your lips.

“No, no, no, please no,” you kept mumbling, making Zuko worry more and more by the moment.

“Hey, hey, calm down,” he slowly reached out to you. “It’s okay, you’re awake now.”

Immediately you froze, your widened eyes finding his in the dark.

“Zuko?”

“Yes, it’s me. I’m sorry for coming in here but I heard you crying and-”

He didn’t get to finish his explanation, because a moment later you had thrown your arms around his neck and were crying into his shoulder.

“You’re okay,” you sobbed, “you’re okay.”

“Yes, of course, I am,” Zuko chuckled, carefully pulling you closer again his chest. You were as hot as a furnace. “Why wouldn’t I be.”

“He was shooting lightning at you,” you cried quietly. “Your father. He wanted to kill you.”

Zuko froze. You hadn’t been dreaming about Aang, or your brother. You had been dreaming about him?

“That’s not going to happen,” Zuko promised you, holding you a little tighter. “He’s not going to hurt me. Or you. We’re safe, alright? You’re safe.”

“I’m not worried about me, you idiot,” you sobbed, pushing away from his shoulder. Your eyes were puffy and red from crying. But you were still beautiful. Zuko doubted that there was a moment in which you wouldn’t be beautiful to him. “I’m worried about you!”

“Well,” awkwardly Zuko pulled away from the embrace. You were practically sitting in his lap, which made things more difficult. “I’m safe, too. So… try to go back to sleep, okay? Things won’t seem as bad in the morning.”

“Will you stay with me?”

Through tears you blinked up at him, and for a moment Zuko thought, time had stopped as your question was processing in his mind. You wanted him to stay with you? Until when? Until you had calmed down? Until you had fallen asleep? Honestly, it really didn’t matter, because he would never deny you such a request. Even if he had wanted to (he didn’t), the way you sat in his lap, leaning just far enough back to be able to look at him, rendered any rational thought useless.

“Of course,” Zuko heard himself say, his mouth faster than his thoughts screaming with nervous excitement in his head.

His reply seemed satisfying enough to you, because slowly and uncoordinatedly you crawled out of his lap, flopping your head down on the small pillow. For a moment Zuko sat unmoving, wondering what he should do now? Just sit at your foot end? Sit down next to you? Lay down beside you?

Maybe yesterday morning he would have laid down without hesitation, but he wasn’t sure if you were still mad at him for not telling you about his connection to the 41rst, and it hardly seemed like the right time to ask.

That’s when he noticed that your blanket was pushed haphazardly around your ankles where you had freed your arms earlier from the tangles. Shifting onto his knees, he grabbed the upper edge of the blanket and crawled beside you, carefully covering you with the thin fabric. He was gingerly avoiding your eyes, which he felt following his face in the dark, instead focusing on making sure your body was completely covered.

Suddenly, and without warning, you sat up, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your warm breath fanned over his neck, making the little hair in his nape tingle, and the bare skin of your arms was soft against his.

“Thank you,” you whispered, and Zuko was almost worried you’d start crying again. “Can we just… stay like this for a while?”

“Uhm,” Zuko shifted uncomfortably where he was leaning over you on his knees. “Let me-”

Shifting his weight to the side, he carefully laid down beside you. When he looked up, he found your face was right in front of his. When had you gotten this close? It made his heart beat faster, and he was glad for the lack of lighting otherwise you would have certainly mocked him for how red his face was glowing.

“Can I…” your question trailed off, but even if Zuko hadn’t suspected you wanted to hug him tighter, he would have agreed to anything in this moment.

He nodded, his non-verbal answer more an acoustic sign to you in the dark where his head moved over the pillow, and a moment later you had already scooted closer to him. You were still warm, warm and so alive, he realized as he intuitively wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer. He could feel each of your in- and exhales, and if he paid close attention, he could even feel the beating of your heart against his chest. Your body moulded against his, as if they had been made to be fitted together like this, legs intertwined, arms wrapped around each other, holding tightly. Zuko was not sure whether he held you so tight to comfort you or to assure himself of your presence. Whatever the reason was, you didn’t seem to mind being held like this. It felt like the two of you were an island of warmth in the cool night, just holding and feeling each other, silently regretting any word and action that had ever driven you apart and secretly praying the other would forgive you and let you hold each other just a little longer.

“Zuko?”

Your voice was heavy with sleep as it broke through the silence. Zuko only hummed to signal you he was listening.

“I’m sorry about getting mad at you yesterday.”

“Don’t be,” Zuko answered, his voice so quiet that it wasn’t even a whisper. “I should have told you sooner.”

“Maybe. I don’t know,” you sighed, shifting slightly in his arms and nuzzling your face into his neck. “I just… I don’t want to fight with you. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want to fight either. I’m sorry, too.”

For a moment silence fell over you, and Zuko wondered how you could be so perfect; so warm and soft in his arms, so cozy against his chest, making him forget anything that wasn’t you, and so understanding, so forgiving for all his many mistakes. He had to do better in the future, to earn the forgiveness, to not give you new reasons why you would have to forgive him.

“Does this mean we’re good,” Zuko asked into the silence of the night, but it was only met with more silence, as your arms slowly lost their tension around his waist and your breaths evened out from having fallen asleep. And it didn’t take Zuko long to fall asleep as well, his dreams filled with nothing but you.

A/N: I know I said this series would be finished by Christmas and that we’re way past that. Tbh I’ve have a not so good time. I’m more often at the doctor’s than in class (therapy, physiotherapy actuall doctor’s appointments…) and have been diagnosed with a metabolic disorder in December, which basically put my life upside down in a way. I know, there are worse things that can happen, especially because in my case it’s easily treatable in our current society, but it’s a lot of change and all these information mess with my head. I have queued the last two chapters, for next Friday and the one after that, so please look forward to these stories. (This phrasing sounds off… I think I might have used Japanese wording for this but in English. That’s where my head is at, I don’t know any language anymore.)

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[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Forgive me for the bad English, I'm using google translator. I'm really loving Daemon and his stepdaughter, could you do one in which Aegon or Viserys tries to play with one of the reader's daughters and one of the brothers gets jealous and hits him, I really wanted to see a jealous Rhaenyra demanding justice and Daemon protecting her sons and stepdaughter

A/N: I hope you like it! It's totally alright!

pairing: Dark!Daemon Targaryen x Stepdaughter!Reader

summary: Aegon or Viserys tries to play with one of the reader's daughters and one of the brothers gets jealous and hits him, I really wanted to see a jealous Rhaenyra demanding justice and Daemon protecting her sons and stepdaughter

Word count: 1,2K

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

"What are you doing?" You looked up from the cloth in between your fingers. Daemon stood a couple of feet away from you leaning against the back of the chair in front of you. You smiled brightly at the sight of your beloved husband.

"I am attempting at make a shirt for Baeron" You answered, holding up the piece of cloth that resembled a shirt but with no sleeves.

"Our child will get hypothermia in that" Daemon teased moving to sit down on the chair. A glare grew on your face much to his amusement.

"I am still not done with it, husband" You replied, hugging the cloth to yourself. Daemon's laugh boomed around the room making you giggle as well. Your eyes trailed to the side where your mother was sat with your brother Jacaerys as Aegon and Jacaella played with each other and surprisingly Maelor was sat to the side with your mother.

"I am sure it will be perfect, you did sew all of Jacaella's clothing as a babe" Daemon earned your attention again. Your heart melted at his soothing words, it almost made you melt right then and there.

"Yes, although I have not found time to do the same for the rest of our children since they kept coming" You joked. Daemon chuckled, pushing himself off the chair and moved over to your chair crouching down placing a hand on your knee.

"I can give you another if that is what you desire" Daemon drummed his finger letting them slide up your thigh teasingly. One of your hands came down slapping his own, not strong enough to hurt though.

"No, I think six is enough, an even number of boys and girls" You dismissed the idea. Daemon's lip pouted pulling at your heart strings but you will not yield besides this man had ten children, what more did he want from you?

"No Daemon" You were firm this time around. Daemon huffed exactly like Valeron does when he does not get what he wants, his father's son.

"Maelor!" You both jumped at the sound of your mother shouting angrily. Daemon moved to stand in a flash and you threw the cloth on the floor also jumping to your feet. Jacaerys was holding Jacaella as she cried while your brother Aegon was sitting on the floor looking shocked but what made your blood boil was how your mother was towering down over your son holding his bicep in what looked like a very tight grip.

"What has happened?" Daemon asked. He moved close to the scene also noting the way your mother was holding your son. You moved over to Aegon helping him up from the floor before also turning to your mother.

"Maelor pushed Aegon to the floor" She answered. She glared at Daemon but moved her gaze giving the same glare to the six namedays boy.

"Let him go, I will scold him and teach him that he should not do that" You moved closer to your mother and took hold of your son's arm gently. She did not let go though and instead she glared at you.

"He needs to be punished, not scolded" She shook his small body as if he were a ragged doll.

"Rhaenyra!" Daemon yelled making you all freeze. Your mother had let go of Maelor shocked at the tone Daemon was using with her now.

"Daddy, Maelor only wanted to help, Aegon was pulling my hair" Jacaella sobbed. She barely found the bravery to peek out from Jacaerys' chest to look her father before hiding again.

"That is not excuse for him to push Aegon down" Your mother hissed. Aegon moved closer to you hugging your waist as you stepped back with your son also hugging your waist. One of your hands moved to comfort your son while the other moved to comfort your brother.

"You are a real hypocrite you know-" Daemon stepped closer to your mother almost in a threatening way.

"-you want to punish a child for a mere push to protect his sister but refused to punish another for pulling out the eye of another" Daemon looked your mother up an down in disgust. You shivered at the memory of Aemond loosing his eye. You had been there trying to break up the fight and ended up unharmed but the nightmares were still there.

"It was a different situation" Your mother tried to defend. Her eyes caught sight of Aegon seeking your comfort instead of hers making her realise that maybe she may have overdone it.

"Tis not! One was your son hurting your brother and now tis your son hurting your granddaughter" Daemon pointed at the children. Aegon sobbed against your hip feeling fear of the fight going on between his father and mother.

"I did not mean to! My finger got caught in her hair" Aegon tried justifying. You shushed him with a small kiss on his hair line making his tense muscles relax a little.

"He is your son as well" Rhaenyra ignored her son's words glaring heatedly at her husband, your husband.

"He is and I would die for him but if he were to have done something wrong I would teach him that it is wrong, not spoil him y demanding justice when he should be the one being punished" Daemon replied. You knew that he would have done the same if it were your child who had down so.

"You would punish your own child?" Your mother seemed to be on the verge of a heart attack, eyes as wide as possible and her chest heaved for breath.

"I would but this situation requires no punishment" Daemon responded. He turned to face you and the two children hugging you. He crouched down to their height gentle.

"Come here you two" He ordered. The two boys let go of you and faced their father hesitantly.

"Apologise to one another" He demanded. The two boys turned to look at one another almost shyly.

"I am sorry, Aeg, I did not meant to hurt you" Maelor spoke up first. You had taught him to always admit when he was wrong, that was what a true king should do and it was your job to teach your heir so.

"I am sorry too" Aegon responded twiddling with his fingers shyly.

"Now Aegon, apologise to your sister for hurting her" Daemon pointed at Jacaella. She pulled away from Jacaerys wiggling for him to place her back on the ground while she rubbed the tears away from her eyes.

"I'm sorry Jacy I did not mean to hurt you" Aegon walked over to hug her. She accepted the hug happily wrapping her small arms around him with a smile on her face.

"Tis alright! Do you want to play hide and seek?" She asked brightly. She pulled away to look at her uncle/brother.

"I would like that, Maelor would you like to join?" Aegon turned to his brother. Maelor nodded his head and moved to follow the two leaving the room.

"You should teach your child not to use violence next time" Your mother seethed with anger.

"Maelor used anger because he was jealous, he was sulking the entire time and I think he used the hair pull as an excuse for the violent act" Jacaerys explained. You and Daemon turned to look at each other, you were worried while Daemon only smirked brightly.

"Ah I see how it is then" Was all Daemon replied laughing to himself but you could not find it in yourself to join him, instead you eyed your mother who was still glaring angrily at you.

[riacte]

hermitgals precure update: geminitay backstory edition

it was so hard figuring out a mid season precure backstory, so in the end i defaulted to the milky rose route LMAO.

gem used to be a fairy living in the hermit kingdom, she stayed there after the fall. the citizens of the hermit kingdom grow nervous without their king and the genesis block, but since they have the power of cooperation and hope, they manage to keep things running. they still want to contact their lost king. so they decide to choose one among themselves to be a messenger and find ren in the human world. gem volunteers and everyone chooses her. they bless her with powers and she gains a human form.

meanwhile, the four cures + gang are struggling. since the genesis block occasionally grants them wishes by fixing (creating) certain items, such as repairing cleo's transformation tool and bringing pearl back to life, all of them decide to wish for a new cure. they summon their greatest strengths and hand them to the genesis block in the hopes the block can combine their strengths and form an ultra-powerful cure. the genesis block glows, everyone's hopeful, but then nothing happens. they sigh and dismiss it.

some time passes. human gem struggles to get used to the human world. her wits and willpower keep her going. knowing she has an entire kingdom depending on her, she hunts for ren and co.

the cures struggles even more and gets their asses beat. gem witnesses the fight. she finally sees king ren and iskall, and she also sees the precures fighting tooth and nail to protect the genesis block. she's very touched by outsiders fighting so hard for her kingdom. she's overcome with a strong will to fight alongside them, to fight to protect her kingdom, to fight as not to let down everyone back home because she's their sole messenger.

the genesis block hears her wish and grants her transformation. geminiSLAY. gem is canonically extra powerful because she's blessed with everyone from her hermit kingdom— she's carrying everyone's combined wishes. she completely wrecks the bad guys. everyone's staring at her in awe, and gem is suddenly embarrassed and drained. she doesn't know how to approach them, so she runs away. but at least she knows where the cures + fairies are.

meanwhile, the gang believes the genesis block has combined their strengths to form the new mysterious cure. they're eager to meet her. gem transfers into the cures' school and everyone's like :) ooh transfer student! that's nice— wait. ren and iskall also sense there's something weirdly familiar with this new girl (because she's a fairy like them).

they confront gem and she tells them everything. gem also learns the strength-combining thing they tried with the genesis block, and how everyone has high hopes for her because she's supposedly the perfect cure with no weaknesses. this stresses her out, but she doesn't let it show and she's just happy to find king ren.

gem struggles in the next fight, which comes as a surprise. gem admits she's just an ordinary girl who wants the best for her kingdom. her perceived strength doesn't belong to her, she just borrowed it from her people. she says she's sorry for disappointing the gang because she's not the perfect cure that came from the genesis block. she has her faults and weaknesses.

while the genesis block didn't exactly create gem, it gave her the power to unleash her strength and transform. she had enough willpower and bravery, she only needed a little push. so in the end, while gem is technically a chosen one, she's also just a brave girl venturing out into the wild unknown with so much on her shoulders. it's important to note that the genesis block didn't grant the four cures + fairies' wish for a perfect cure, it granted gem's wish specifically.

ren, iskall, and gem eventually establish a connection between themselves and the hermit kingdom, and they can exchange updates. the gang teaches gem about the ways of the human world <3 and that's the legend of the great gem. (she's also better at retaining her human form compared to ren, she rarely changes back to her fairy form)

[qanedanegros]

Name: Lady Dahlia Arryn.  Face claim: Marina Moschen (Selena in Deus Salve o Rei.)  Born: Around 96 AC. (Age can vary depending on threads or AUs.)  A distant cousin of Rodrik Arryn. She is the daughter of Beric Arryn and Ellyn Arryn (nee Hunter.)

Biography. 

Dahlia was born in Longbow Hall to Lord Beric and Lady Ellyn (nee: Hunter). They had chosen to live in the halls where Ellyn was most familiar with and with her own family. Dahlia grew up in the halls of Longbow but also in the mountain ranges that surrounded her home. Even young, Dahlia was more spirited than the other girls she grew up around. Dahlia was dutiful in her lessons with the Septa, but she also loved exploring the caves in the mountains or the forest around her home. She had even taken to training in the courtyard with the squires; her grandsire and mother had been the ones to teach her how to use a bow. Her father had followed her training by adding a sword. The Vale had been known to have warriors, and she would be no different. However, it was when she was ten and two that she was brought to the Eyrie with her father and mother in an attempt to find a suitor. Her cousin, Lady Jenye Arryn, had welcomed her with open arms and was more than happy to have more family around. Her parents had hoped that being at court with her cousins would help her pick a proper suitor, but that wasn’t the case. Lady Jeyne had instead encouraged her to do what interested her, promising her parents she would find a suitable match for Dahlia. It wasn’t too long after this that Lady Ellyn’s father grew sick, and her parents were summoned back to Longbow Hall, and Dahlia stayed with her cousin.  Dahlia grew to enjoy the life at the Eyrie and all the guests that seemed to come. She loved how lively it was. There was a chance she would be considered heir to her cousin should they continue to grow closer. At first, it hadn’t been something she believed or even truly wanted, but seeing her cousin in such a place of power inspired her to strive for more. During her time at the Eyrie, she would slowly come to learn about the dispute in King’s Landing. 

Personality. 

Dahlia enjoys both silk dresses and leathers. She doesn’t see why she can’t wear both or why it isn’t ladylike to enjoy training with swords and bows. Either way, her parents never made her feel terrible that she had such interest. They would allow her to explore and express herself as long as she stayed respectful. Or tried to. She can be pretty outspoken and doesn’t believe in hiding the truth. She is relatively independent. Once she sets her mind on something, Dahlia is determined to achieve it. Dahlia believes herself to be a mixture of beauty and bravery. She loves animals and even has two hounds she has cared for since they were young, Dawn and Dusk. Many teased her over their names, but she believed them perfect for her beloved hounds. Dahlia enjoys learning, no matter the subject, thinking it will eventually aid her.

[monpalace]

Twi's mom aka Dawn!!! Cause this baddie needs a name :3

"twi’s mom idolized Time cause hero shizz and wanted to learn how to fight. Time refused which became the beginning of a rift between the two (will expand on later)"

^ FROM MY LAST ASK!!! And now I shall expand -3-

Dawn was the eldest in her family, and because of this she was able to grow up with Time actually being around (for a while.) During those days where her father was still her dad, Time loved and spoiled Dawn with every fiber of his being, wanting and longing to be a good father figure for his child.

He would take the young girl with him to his fishing trips! These trips quickly became Dawn's favourite activity, always so excited to join her papa in this little adventure! She would bug and buggg the man about when they would be going next even if they JUST got home from one of these trips. Time would soon come to regret continuously pushing back those trips as Dawn got older...

In her early teens, (13-14) Dawn insisted that Time taught her how to fight. She had heard stories from her dad's youth and older years about all sorts of monsters and evils being slain by his sword. The young girl was AMAZED by the acts of bravery her papa shown time and time again. She wanted to fight like him! She wanted to be a hero like him! She...She wanted to bond with him again...

He was always so busy now...If he isn't frantically running around the house/farm, taking care of chores and children, he was out there in the woods slaying those monsters to keep Hyrule safe...To keep his family safe.

Dawn missed her dad, the old version of him when he wasn't so...paranoid. The man that would play in the rain with her, the man that chased her around the house as he made 'frightening' monster noises only to get 'tackled' to the ground by her mama, the man who's smile made her feel safe even in the darkest of nights.

But no...All that was left was that cold soldier. The man who screams in terror at night as nightmares flood his brain --startling children wake that Dawn had to calm down and put back to sleep--, the man that glares and snarls like a feral wolf if you dare ask him the 'wrong' question at the 'wrong' time, the man that leaves their mama weeping at the door as he goes to risk his life again and again and again and again---

....

He didn't even teach her how to throw a proper punch...

He dare says everything he does is to protect his family. To keep them fearless and at peace. But not ONCE has he considered that the fear they --no-- Dawn held was because of him. That her sleepless nights and worried mind were because of him.

She was the protector of the house when he left. A young teen, with NO knowledge of fighting, taking up the role of the protector because the old one doesn't even know the true meaning of the word.

Dawn was the eldest in her family, and because of that she learnt what a pathetic excuse of father Time was.

first of all how many kids did malon have with him because i'm just saying she's a bigger person than me

second of all???????? fuck you (/pos)?????????? why would you do this to me?????????

i was reading it over and over again in school because i genuinely didn't know how to respond?

time says everything he does is to keep his family safe, but he either doesn't realize (or is willingly ignoring) it in favor of going repeatedly throwing himself at danger just to satiate himself, hut never getting that fulfillment??

dawn is forced to learn everything time was supposed to teach her by her own means, but can never perfect it because he's to busy shoving a stick further up his ass and (essentially) bullying her all in the name of love?

he needs his ass beat with a switch, i'm telling you 🙌🏽

[justanisabelakinnie]

I hate this fucking picture so much you guys have no idea. It completely misses the point of each of these princesses' movies. Ik we've all seen this shitty image before, but I'd still like to deconstruct each of these messages one-by-one:

Let's start with Snow White: "At first it may seem terrible, being so beautiful that other women get jealous enough to try and kill you. But don't worry, once your beauty attracts a man, he'll protect you." Totally fucking wrong. While I do concede that Snow White gets almost killed by the Evil Queen for being more beautiful than her, and how this can send a sexist message about women's motivations and relationships with each other, Snow White was far from relying on a prince to "protect" her. Sure, she sang about wanting her prince to come, but she spent a large portion of the movie living with the seven dwarves and cooking and cleaning with them. She showed a lot of inner strength for a fourteen-year-old girl who was hiding for her life because of a vindictive and jealous queen. She was strong-willed, kind, compassionate, charismatic, and found the beauty and joy in the simple things in life. And once again, she sings about wanting her prince to come, but what's the matter with that? In my mind, this is a sign not of her passive domesticity or sign as a damsel in distress, but a display of her unwavering optimism and bravery, her ability to see the silver lining in a situation and look forward to a more hopeful future, a better tomorrow, is what makes her a strong female character in my eyes.

Next, Cinderella: "If you're beautiful enough, you may be able to escape your terrible living conditions by getting a wealthy man to fall for you." Not at all what fucking happened. Cinderella didn't escape her abusive household just by batting her eyes at the prince. She got out because of the help of her fairy godmother, and because of her strong will and ability to stay pure and kind even with all the horrible stuff that she went through at the hands of her evil stepfamily. Cinderella's movie does NOT teach that a princess' only worth is the ability to look pretty and snag a man. It teaches the importance of kindness and perserverance, and, similar to Snow White, of being optimistic and looking forward to a better life than the one you have, not letting the horrible circumstances you are under get you down. I'm getting really tired of people acting like Cinderella's message is only to be a dutiful housewife and scrub floors until a man saves you from your dreadful existence, when it is quite literally the opposite.

Sleeping Beauty: "Pretty girls don't even need to be alive to get some hot princely action." is such a disturbing way to look at the movie and also such a narrow thing to focus on. While, yes, I can understand being disturbed by her being kissed while she was asleep, true love's kiss is a trope that has been around since the invention of fairytales, it's not meant to justify sexual assault, it's meant to be a show of...well, true love. And while I don't blame anyone for being uncomfortable with it, it is still leagues better than what happened in Sun, Moon, and Talia, the original version of this fairytale. Seriously, go look up what happened there, if you don't know already. Traumatized much? I will admit though that it can be frustrating to not see Aurora do much but snooze throughout her movie, but she still shows way more personality than just being a slumbering damsel in distress; she is shown to be sweet, idealistic, humble, kindhearted, a little bit mischievous, and also somewhat sheltered and mistrusting of strangers. Plus, Enchanted Tales gives her more of a fun-loving, dorky, and silly personality, and sure, a lot of people shit on this portrayal(as seen here), but we should all be glad that they gave Aurora more of a personality than just being the perfect, swan-like, graceful princess that she was often seen as prior. I mean, it makes more sense that she would act like this, as she's not quite used to being a princess yet.

Belle: "Appearances don't matter, what counts is what's in your heart. Unless you're the girl." Oh really? Then clearly we weren't watching the same movie. Belle has never been reduced to just her appearance. She has been shown from the onset to be a smart, independent, bookish, dreamy, and adventurous young woman. While it's true that the other townspeople say she is the most beautiful girl in their village, they also spend a lot of time gossiping about how weird and strange she is for liking to read, which was seen as rather unbecoming of a woman in that time period. The only one who objectifies her and reduces her to just a pretty face is Gaston. He only "loves" Belle and wants to marry her because she is the most beautiful girl in town, and the only one "as beautiful as him". He's beautiful, she's beautiful, therefore they are a match, and for no other reason. Belle was never reduced to just her appearance, and in fact it was quite the opposite, with Belle's kind and compassionate heart being what wins over the Beast and breaks the spell. Or are you just mad that she wasn't the one who became a big, ugly beast? Which, btw, is also ignoring the point and themes of the movie?

Ariel(holy shit this is my LEAST favorite one): "It's okay to abandon your family, drastically change your body, and give up your strongest trait in order to get your man. Once he sees your pretty face, only a witch's spell could draw his eyes away from you." I am so sick of saying and repeating this, but Ariel did not give up her voice and seek humanity only to chase a man. I AM SO SICK AND FUCKING TIRED OF PEOPLE CONTINUOUSLY PARROTING THIS LIE!!!! Ariel has always been shown to have a keen interest in human life and becoming a human herself even before she met Eric. Or did we all just sleep on "Part of Your World"? Hmmmm??? And furthermore, Ariel did not get Eric just by having a pretty face. Sure, she didn't have a voice, but they became lovers because of their similar tastes, Ariel's thirst for adventure, her dorky and curious personality, and ability to be friends with everyone she meets. She was not just a boy-crazy ditz who only cared about snagging a bite of that man-candy, and I am going to start biting and maiming the next person who dares slander my girl Ariel with this fabrication of an event that didn't actually happen.

And finally, Jasmine: "As a woman, your political worth is reduced to your marriageability." I...I just...*sigh* You really didn't pay much attention to the movie itself, did you? Jasmine's entire plot was that she didn't want to be reduced to a bargaining chip, with no power or worth of her own other than being the wife of a Sultan. She wanted to marry for love, to be more than just a prize to be won. And in the end, she gets that through marriage with a man whom she actually loves, Aladdin. She is not reduced to her marriageability, because in the end, she actually gets a CHOICE on who she marries. She gets some free will and is able to make her own decisions. She becomes more than a prize to be won, and only gets with a man because she wants to, not because it's been decided for her. She gets her happy ending because she FIGHTS for it, not because it's all she's worth. For Pete's sake.

Another thing about these shitty complaints that they ALL have in common is that they reduce all of the princesses down to their physical attributes. As if the movie is sending the message that your beauty is all that matters when you're a Disney Princess. Which is NOT FUCKING TRUE. While, yes, all of these princesses are beautiful, and their beauty is a large part of their character, it is not the only part of their character, it is not even the biggest part of their character, and none of these women are reduced to being just pretty objects for a man to win. They all have personalities and goals and messages to send that are about more than their appearances, or that even critique the idea that their beauty and status as princesses are all there is to them. They are not just bubbleheaded bimbos who wait around for man all day and look cute. They are SO MUCH MORE than that, and quite frankly, the fact that you are cherrypicking details from the movies to show that their looks are all that matter in their storylines shows that, in truth, YOU are the one boiling these women down to nothing but being beautiful. Not the movie. But YOU. YOU are to blame. I won't say that these movies are above criticism, but also have some self-awareness and critical thinking skills, and quit projecting your own misogyny onto these Disney Princesses, who are all remarkable heroines/characters in their own right.

I can't stand it when people slander the Disney Princesses in such shallow and misogynistic ways, and will defend them until the end of time.

[astrxlfinale]

Fingers twirl spirals of hair needlessly, nervously. Nervous? Why would March 7th, the galaxy's cutest girl, be nervous? Upon a time, she had many, many suitors toss themselves her way, bouquet in hand, chocolates in the other, and they all wore a similar confidence (one that she never held back a scoff at). Now, when placed at the opposite side, she found herself stammering over rehearsed words (rehearsed? Who was she?!), palms warm to the touch as they cradled a heart-shaped box, brimming with homemade goodies. Caelus wasn't picky. If anything, his inability to be picky made finding the perfect sweet more difficult, more taxing, especially given March's… somewhat unimpressive cooking skills. What? Himeko had taught her a thing or two! … Dan Heng, however, proposed her beyond teaching, and with a huff, March had spared a day in favor of whipping up the best Valentine's Day treats this world, that world, had to offer! … What sat within her carefully picked, painted, polished and decorated box was every "surviving" member; ones deemed okay enough to eat, fully cooked, and didn't wind up as… visually unappealing as most of the batch. Blissfully, Caelus wasn't picky. Not blissfully, he was known for teasing. With one knock, louder than the thrum of her heartbeat, March held forward the treasure trove of sugary goods with eyes squeezed shut. "Here you go. Try not to eat them all in one gulp!"

It wouldn't be too long before there's an answer. The abrupt, sharp wrap startling him from the spread of mechanical work littered across his desk. "Ah, hold up a hot sec! Lemme just.. Not bust my own face tripping!" He gritted out as a few knickknacks were brushed to the side. The vibrant rock music was dwindled down a bit, enough for voices to take the front stage as within moments, that click of the door signified his arrival as it peeks open, his heart giving a joyful beat at the flowing pink that caught his eyes first thing.

March 7th was here, a welcomed face, one that managed to blossom her brand of magic that's made their history woven ever closer. What that didn't answer was the arrival of what's tucked within her hands. The box itself was enriched with her figure sake color, settled in a glossy ribbon and tethered together in a way that made the clues gradually click in his mind.

For the most part, even as she sputtered forth the bravery within her words, the utterly cute nature of seeing her now managed to kick a fresh burst of power in his head. "What's this, a certain special day lottery I've lucked out on?" So Caelus says, intentionally intending to heighten the weight upon this very moment. If life had taught him anything, with all its new whimsical highs and lows, March was a romantic down at the center of her diamond pure heart. To think that such an upstart of a demon would be the one receiving such a blessing. There's an intentional fashion that his hands glide over the box, skimming along her fingertips in a way that meshes slowly and comforting, a personalized and private warmth that only she'd find familiarity in. "So that's why you were wagging your finger and sayin' not hanging out today. To think you were out here on a little warpath no less."

Thus he wouldn't hesitate to take and gradually unearth the box. That once errant eagerness that usually compels him to tear through any fine packing relents, a sense of care drawn in how the treats are inevitably unearthed to the eyes of the waking world once again. Capturing the sight of misshapen harms, nearly curled up cookie men, to what looks like a few 'screaming' figures of Clockie's face, it's clear there's no small amount of effort were applied to these.

Wonder, confusion, and this innate sense of adventure flourished as a cocktail of fireworks within his chest. If this was March's gift..!

Then it's only natural that the mind, body and soul unite as one in order to let the truth be unveiled!

Thus Clockie and one of those cookie men were swept up, immediately taken between his lips in a brazen bite down! The crunch was entirely audible, leading to him curiously chewing on the most asinine combination of sweet, burnt.. a touch sour (Yet it amplified the sweet) brand? Caelus's eyes had widened, only for that inquisitive stare to begin.

Was there roughness to these? Absolutely. It's clear that the path to baked confections had their ways to travel with March, but! For her oddball of an adventuring boyfriend, this in itself was a form of Trailblaze.

"Yo, I gotta say that these are pretty crunchy! Sweet n' fried, like a super cookie.. but, there's something."

While the idle wonders would continue, his own true opinion seemingly hard to discern despite his reaction. March would find any rebuttal or surprised quote immediately silenced with a private scene at the doorway. The way he'd proceed to close the distance between them, allowing a dose of cotton candy sweet to bless his lips as the warmth between melded pressure was shared. A low, soft hum edging from him as he'd allow it to prolong, to let the delight and butterflies dance before he parts.

Only for an impish smile to spawn once they part.

"Don't even think about takin' these away from a re-do either. A pirate plays for keep with his hoard!"

And in kind? He'll devour this hard work of her's.

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Magical Adventure Books for Kids – A Story of Friendship & Wisdom 1

🌟 A Magical Adventure That Stirs the Imagination!

🌟 Magical Adventure Books for Kids🌟

Leaf’s Journey of Friendship and Wisdom is more than just a book—it’s an unforgettable experience that will captivate young readers and transport them into a world of magic, mystery, and life-changing wisdom. 📖 A Story That Touches the Heart & Sparks the Imagination! - Have you ever wondered what secrets the forest holds? 🌿 - What if a single choice could shape the future? ⏳ - Can laughter and friendship overcome the toughest challenges? 💫

Follow Leaf, a brave and curious young girl, as she embarks on an incredible magical adventure beyond her village. Alongside her friends—Willow, Ash, and Birch—she uncovers the mysteries of the Library of Time, the Puzzle of Shadows and Light, and the Timekeeper’s Warning. Through twists and turns, unexpected discoveries, and emotional moments, Leaf learns that true wisdom isn’t just about knowledge—it’s about kindness, courage, and the strength of friendship. 🌿 What Makes This Book Special? ✔ A thrilling blend of mystery, adventure, and heartfelt moments ✔ Engaging storytelling that keeps kids excited to turn the page ✔ Lessons in friendship, honesty, and self-discovery ✔ Perfect for middle-grade readers (ages 8-12) ✔ A must-have for families looking for meaningful bedtime stories 💡 Why Parents & Teachers Love This Book

- Encourages reading and imagination in kids 📚 - Teaches moral values through storytelling 🏆 - Boosts problem-solving skills with engaging mysteries 🧠 - A book that children will want to read again and again ❤️ 🌟 A Perfect Gift for Young Readers! If your child loves magical adventure books for kids, this is the perfect addition to their bookshelf! Whether it's for birthday gifts, school reading lists, or a cozy bedtime story, Leaf’s Journey of Friendship and Wisdom is an unforgettable tale that inspires, entertains, and teaches life lessons. ✨ Don’t wait—let the adventure begin! Order now! ✨  

🌟 A Magical Adventure That Sparks Curiosity & Imagination!

Leaf’s Journey of Friendship and Wisdom is more than just a story—it’s a magical experience designed to captivate young minds, encourage critical thinking, and teach timeless values. If you’re looking for a heartwarming, exciting, and unforgettable book for your child, this is the perfect choice! 📖 A Story That Touches the Heart & Sparks the Imagination!

- Have you ever wondered what secrets the forest holds? 🌿 - What if a single choice could shape the future? ⏳ - Can laughter and friendship overcome the toughest challenges? 💫 Follow Leaf, a brave and curious young girl, as she embarks on an incredible magical adventure beyond her village. Alongside her friends—Willow, Ash, and Birch—she uncovers the mysteries of the Library of Time, the Puzzle of Shadows and Light, and the Timekeeper’s Warning. Through twists and turns, unexpected discoveries, and emotional moments, Leaf learns that true wisdom isn’t just about knowledge—it’s about kindness, courage, and the strength of friendship.

📌 What Makes This Book Special?

✔ A thrilling blend of mystery, adventure, and heartfelt moments ✔ Engaging storytelling that keeps kids excited to turn the page ✔ Lessons in friendship, honesty, and self-discovery ✔ Perfect for middle-grade readers (ages 8-12) ✔ A must-have for families looking for meaningful bedtime stories This book is a perfect balance of fantasy, wisdom, and excitement, making it an ideal read for children who love adventure, puzzles, and magical discoveries.

📌 Why Parents & Teachers Love This Book

- Encourages reading and imagination in kids 📚 - Teaches moral values through storytelling 🏆 - Boosts problem-solving skills with engaging mysteries 🧠 - A book that children will want to read again and again ❤️ - A fun and educational reading experience 🎓 Children will see themselves in Leaf as they go on a journey of self-discovery, bravery, and learning the power of choice.

📌 A Perfect Gift for Young Readers! 🎁

This book is a great choice for: 🎂 Birthday gifts – Give the gift of a magical story that lasts a lifetime! 🏫 School reading programs – Perfect for middle-grade readers developing literacy skills. 🌙 Bedtime reading – A cozy, heartwarming story to read before bed. 🎄 Holiday presents – Inspire young minds during the holiday season! If your child loves magical adventure books for kids, this is the perfect addition to their bookshelf! Whether it's for birthday gifts, school reading lists, or a cozy bedtime story, Leaf’s Journey of Friendship and Wisdom is an unforgettable tale that inspires, entertains, and teaches life lessons. ✨ Don’t wait—let the adventure begin! Order now! ✨   Magical Adventure Books for Kids Magical Adventure Books for Kids Magical Adventure Books for Kids   Read the full article

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School Books Every Young Reader Should Explore

When it comes to the early years of education, primary school books play an essential role in shaping young minds.

These books not only help develop literacy skills but also nurture creativity, spark curiosity, and foster a lifelong love of reading.

As children embark on their learning journey, it's crucial to provide them with a variety of books that are both educational and enjoyable.

This guide highlights some of the best primary school books that every young reader should explore.

The Importance of Primary School Books

Primary school is a critical time in a child's development. At this stage, children are learning the foundational skills they will carry with them throughout their education.

Primary school books contribute significantly to this process by improving vocabulary, comprehension, and critical thinking skills.

 They also introduce young readers to different concepts, cultures, and perspectives, making them more empathetic and open-minded.

Reading at this stage is not only about academic growth, but it also influences social and emotional development.

Stories can teach important lessons about friendship, perseverance, kindness, and conflict resolution.

With a balanced collection of primary school books, children can discover new worlds, ignite their imagination, and gain a deeper understanding of the world around them.

Must-Have Primary School Books for Every Young Reader

"The Very Hungry Caterpillar" by Eric Carle

A timeless classic, The Very Hungry Caterpillar introduces young readers to the concept of days of the week, counting, and metamorphosis.

With its colorful illustrations and simple yet captivating storyline, this book is perfect for teaching early learners about nature and growth.

It also encourages interaction as children count the food the caterpillar eats and track its transformation into a butterfly.

"Where the Wild Things Are" by Maurice Sendak

This beautifully illustrated story of Max’s adventure to an island filled with wild creatures is a great way to explore emotions like anger, loneliness, and imagination.

Where the Wild Things Are has been beloved by children and adults for decades because it blends fantasy with the reality of childhood experiences. It’s a must-have for any primary school books helf.

"Charlotte's Web" by E.B. White

One of the most enduring primary school books, Charlotte's Web is a heartfelt story of friendship, loyalty, and selflessness.

The bond between Wilbur, the pig, and Charlotte, the spider, teaches important lessons about compassion and the circle of life.

This book is ideal for primary school students as it invites them to reflect on themes like loss and the value of helping others.

"Matilda" by Roald Dahl

Roald Dahl’s Matilda tells the story of a brilliant young girl who uses her intelligence and special powers to stand up against her unfair school headmistress.

The themes of resilience, courage, and standing up for what's right make this book perfect for empowering young readers. Dahl’s imaginative storytelling and vibrant characters keep children engaged from start to finish.

"The Gruffalo" by Julia Donaldson

The Gruffalo is a modern classic that has become a favorite in classrooms around the world.

This story of a clever mouse who outsmarts various predators (including the terrifying Gruffalo) is both humorous and educational.

The rhythmic text and illustrations by Axel Scheffler make it a fantastic read-aloud book for younger children, while its themes of bravery and intelligence resonate with children of all ages.

"The Tale of Peter Rabbit" by Beatrix Potter

A perfect choice for young readers just beginning to explore the world of stories, The Tale of Peter Rabbit follows the mischievous Peter as he sneaks into Mr.

McGregor’s garden. Indian Book Distributors This delightful book teaches children about the consequences of actions, the importance of family, and the thrill of adventure.

The charming illustrations and timeless narrative have made it a staple of primary school libraries.

"Percy Jackson & The Olympians: The Lightning Thief" by Rick Riordan

While typically suited for slightly older children in primary school, The Lightning Thief is an excellent introduction to Greek mythology.

 Percy Jackson, a young boy who discovers he is the son of Poseidon, embarks on an epic quest filled with magic, monsters, and memorable characters.

This book is perfect for sparking an interest in history, adventure, and mythology in young readers.

"The Wind in the Willows" by Kenneth Grahame

A classic tale of friendship and adventure, The Wind in the Willows follows the adventures of Mole, Ratty, Badger, and Toad.

With its themes of friendship, loyalty, and nature, this book offers a gentle yet insightful look into the world of animals.

The timeless prose and illustrations make it an excellent choice for children in primary school who are ready for more complex stories.

"Winnie-the-Pooh" by A.A. Milne

The adventures of Pooh Bear and his friends in the Hundred Acre Wood are beloved by generations of readers.

Winnie-the-Pooh is full of gentle wisdom, humor, and charming illustrations that teach children about friendship, problem-solving, and imagination.

Its timeless nature makes it a must-read for any primary school child, offering gentle life lessons that resonate with young readers.

"Anne of Green Gables" by L.M. Montgomery

A wonderful choice for more advanced primary school readers, Anne of Green Gables follows the spirited Anne Shirley as she navigates her new life in the town of Avonlea.

With themes of belonging, imagination, and personal growth, this book is perfect for introducing children to coming-of-age stories.

Anne's adventures and her relationship with her adopted family are both heartwarming and inspiring.

How to Choose the Right Primary School Books

When selecting primary school books for young readers, consider the child’s reading level, interests, and emotional maturity.

While some books are more suitable for early readers, others may be better suited for those who are ready for longer or more complex stories.

It’s also important to select books that reflect diverse cultures, experiences, and perspectives to help foster empathy and understanding in children.

Conclusion

Primary school books  are a powerful tool in every child's educational journey.

Whether it’s through engaging stories, colorful illustrations, or timeless characters, these books spark imagination, teach valuable lessons, and help children build essential literacy skills.

The books listed above are just a few examples of the many treasures waiting to be discovered by young readers.

 By introducing children to these beloved titles, we provide them with a strong foundation in reading that will last a lifetime.

So, let’s explore the world of primary school books and watch young minds grow and flourish with each page turned

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Notable Children of Never-Ever

1. Hazel Darington

Arrival Time: Late 1800s

Background: Hazel was the daughter of a strict aristocratic family in Victorian England. Her parents, concerned with propriety and appearances, stifled her adventurous spirit, constantly controlling her every action. A bright and curious girl, Hazel longed for the freedom to explore the world on her own terms.

Impact on Never-Ever: After running away from her controlling household, Hazel was whisked away to Planet Never-Ever by Faun and Bebe. She quickly became a leader among the children, organizing expeditions to the Game Fields and Musical Mountain. Hazel also loved performing in the Make-Believe Theater, using her boundless creativity to stage daring tales of adventure.

Legacy: Hazel is remembered as one of the first "explorers" of Planet Never-Ever, mapping its many lands and discovering new locations, including the secretive Lost 'n Found Cave. Her adventurous spirit still inspires new arrivals to this day.

2. Tommy "Tick" Callahan

Arrival Time: 1950s

Background: Tommy grew up during the golden age of American suburbia, but life at home was far from perfect. His father, a stern military man, demanded discipline and order, while Tommy only wanted to play, explore, and tinker with his gadgets.

Impact on Never-Ever: Upon his arrival, Tommy became fascinated with the mechanical wonders of Arcade-ia and the Toy Factory in Toybox Town. Using his natural talent for inventing, he helped improve the machines that made toys and even designed new types of games. His favorite creation was a mechanical pet robot called Buzz, which became a popular companion for the other children.

Legacy: Tommy, nicknamed "Tick" for his love of clocks and gadgets, became the unofficial inventor of Never-Ever. His quirky machines can still be found throughout the planet, from fun contraptions in Carnival City to hidden robots that assist children in need.

3. Lila "Lolly" Jenkins

Arrival Time: 1920s

Background: Lila, nicknamed "Lolly" for her love of sweets, grew up in a small rural town. Her family was poor, and though they loved each other deeply, they struggled to get by. Lila always dreamed of a magical place filled with endless candy, where no one ever went hungry.

Impact on Never-Ever: Upon arriving in the Land of Sweets, Lila immediately bonded with the Queen of Sweets. Her enthusiasm for candy-making led her to become an apprentice of sorts, learning the magical art of crafting sweets. Lila's creativity resulted in some of the most delicious and whimsical confections ever created, like floating bubblegum balloons and marshmallow trampolines.

Legacy: Lila is revered in the Land of Sweets, where a statue of her holding a gigantic lollipop stands in the town square. Every year, the children of Never-Ever celebrate "Lolly Day," where they feast on her candy creations.

4. Sammy "Sky" Jefferson

Arrival Time: 1980s

Background: Sammy, or "Sky" as his friends called him, was always fascinated with space and flight. Growing up in a small town, he felt confined by the limitations of life on Earth and dreamed of exploring the stars. But life at home was difficult, with his parents constantly at odds, leading him to seek solace in his dreams of adventure.

Impact on Never-Ever: Sky found his place in the Amazing Soaring Circus, becoming one of its most talented acrobats. His agility and bravery made him the star of the high-flying trapeze acts. He was known for performing death-defying stunts, all while smiling and waving at the audience below.

Legacy: Sammy is still a legend in the circus, where his stunts have never been matched. The Ringmaster King often tells stories of Sky’s bravery, and young children dream of flying through the air like he once did.

5. Jenny "Jinx" Thompson

Arrival Time: 2000s

Background: Jenny, or "Jinx," was an imaginative child with a love for mischief. Growing up in a big city, she often found herself getting into trouble, especially at school, where teachers were constantly telling her to behave. She felt like no one understood her wild spirit.

Impact on Never-Ever: Jinx quickly found her place among the pranksters of Carnival City. She became known for pulling elaborate tricks and jokes, which left the other children in fits of laughter. Jinx also spent much of her time in Paintsville, where her vivid imagination brought the blank landscape to life in bold, colorful designs.

Legacy: Jinx's playful antics and artistic flair left a lasting mark on Carnival City and Paintsville. Some say that if you listen carefully, you can still hear her giggling as new children continue her tradition of harmless pranks and creative expression.

6. Finn "Fish" O'Malley

Arrival Time: 1970s

Background: Finn was a quiet boy who loved swimming more than anything else. His home life was turbulent, and he often retreated to the local river to escape his troubles. He dreamed of finding a peaceful place where he could swim without fear or worry.

Impact on Never-Ever: When Finn arrived on the Isle of the Merfolk, he found exactly what he was looking for. He became an honorary member of the merfolk community, spending his days diving deep into the oceans around the island. The merfolk taught him their ways, and he became known for his ability to communicate with the sea creatures.

Legacy: Finn's love for the ocean earned him the nickname "Fish," and he is remembered fondly by the merfolk, who tell stories of his deep dives and friendships with the sea creatures. The island’s children still look up to him as a symbol of peace and harmony with nature.

7. Maria "Mimi" Sanchez

Arrival Time: Present Day

Background: Maria, known as Mimi, was an artistically gifted child who felt like she never fit in. At school, she was bullied, and at home, her artistic talents went unappreciated. She longed for a place where she could be herself and express her creativity without judgment.

Impact on Never-Ever: Upon her arrival, Mimi fell in love with Paintsville and Make-Believe Theater, where her creative vision was finally unleashed. She became known for her vibrant, abstract paintings and her imaginative storytelling in the theater. Children would gather to watch her lead them in epic adventures on the ever-changing stage.

Legacy: Mimi's influence can still be seen all over Paintsville, where the vivid colors she splashed across the landscape continue to inspire other children. Her stories are still acted out in the theater, and she's seen as a modern-day legend among new arrivals.

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Charlotte Waggytail

Charlotte Waggytail

Jess and Lily were cuddling with a bunch of puppies at the Helping Paws Wildlife Hospital. Lily explained that someone brought them to the hospital this morning. Underneath a blanket came Goldie. Jess and Lily had a feeling that she might need them in Friendship Forest again.

Crossing Brightley Stream and through The Friendship Tree, they arrived in The Friendship Forest. Goldie told them that is the first day of school. She wanted them to be at the Spelltop School and meet the new students. They arrived at a school filled with white and pink roses planted around and rainbow stars painted on the walls. Across from it was a building with a roof that looked like a book. Between them was a playground for the children to have recess. It was Spelltop School.

Goldie was introducing them to Charlotte Waggytail the Dalmatian when Grizelda, the evil witch, came in. 

Professor Gogglewings, the goose headmaster of the school, told the students to stay calm and get behind him. Everyone hid behind their headmaster, except for Charlotte, who wanted to protect their new school. The head librarian, Professor Wiggly the bookworm casted a spell on the library to prevent it from getting destroyed. When Grizelda casted a spell, it bounced back and everyone laughed at the poor witch. As she was flying she vowed to come up with another villainous scheme.

Professor Gogglewings was impressed by Charlotte’s bravery. She had to do it so she loves books. 

After receiving the Perfect Plants Potion books from the library they were off to their first science class. The new teacher Mrs. Poppycud couldn’t come in for unknown reasons so the new substitute teacher, Mrs. Cutiepaws the cat, came in. They tried to make a fast paced flower growing potion, but it made the roses go crazy and grow everywhere. Everyone had to evacuate the greenhouse.

The girls, Goldie and Charlotte told Professor Wiggle what happened and he had a strange feeling that Grizelda somehow casted a spell on the book.

Suddenly, Professor Wiggle realized he forgot to refill his magic ink bottle. The only place where he could get it is at Twinkling Inkwell. Fearing the journey ahead, Charlotte decided to go with them.

Through the forest they saw vines covering the cottage. Charlotte suddenly found an inkblot flower. They were on the right trail to the fountain. Sadly, four rude flamingos named Banjo, Bingo, Cosmo, and Gonzo destroyed the well to get the ink and flew off laughing at them. Charlotte couldn’t give up, so she used her empty flask to get the ink. 

Along the way, the quartet feared that they would be spotted so they ducked through the vines and headed back to the school. After giving Professor Wiggle the ink, they saw Cosmo and Charlotte distract him by using a bookmark and teaching him the wonders of reading. Professor Wiggly wrote the new spell and everything was back to normal. He was so proud of Charlotte that he decided to make her library monitor and invite her to his home for linner after school. Jess checked out a library book on dog breeds before they left.

When they got home, they learned that the dogs that were taken in were puggles, a mixed breed of pugs and beagles. Who thought that dogs love reading?

The End.

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What Are the Best English Story Books for Children?

Introducing children to the world of books is a wonderful way to foster their imagination and language skills. There are countless English story books for children that captivate young readers with engaging tales and vibrant illustrations. Here are some of the best options to consider for your child’s reading journey.

1. “Where the Wild Things Are" by Maurice Sendak

This classic tale of Max's adventure to an island of wild creatures is a must-read. The story beautifully captures the wild imagination of children and teaches valuable lessons about emotions and home.

2. “The Very Hungry Caterpillar" by Eric Carle

A beloved book for early readers, this story of a caterpillar’s transformation into a butterfly is filled with colorful illustrations and simple, rhythmic text. It’s perfect for teaching basic concepts like counting, days of the week, and the life cycle of a butterfly.

3. “Goodnight Moon" by Margaret Wise Brown

This soothing bedtime story is a favorite among young children and parents alike. The gentle, rhythmic text and calming illustrations create a perfect lullaby effect, making it an ideal book for winding down at bedtime.

4. “Charlotte’s Web" by E.B. White

A heartwarming story of friendship and loyalty, "Charlotte’s Web" tells the tale of a pig named Wilbur and his spider friend Charlotte. The themes of kindness and bravery resonate deeply with children and adults alike.

5. "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" by J.K. Rowling

For slightly older children, the magical world of Harry Potter offers an unforgettable reading experience. This first book in the series introduces young readers to Harry’s adventures at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

6. "Green Eggs and Ham" by Dr. Seuss

Dr. Seuss's playful use of language and whimsical illustrations make this book a delightful read for children. It’s a fun way to encourage reluctant readers to try new things, just like the character Sam-I-Am.

7. "The Gruffalo" by Julia Donaldson

This modern classic tells the story of a clever mouse and his imaginary monster friend, the Gruffalo. With its rhyming text and memorable characters, it’s a favorite among young readers.

8. "Matilda" by Roald Dahl

Roald Dahl’s story of a brilliant little girl with extraordinary powers is both humorous and inspiring. It encourages children to embrace their unique talents and stand up for themselves.

For a wide selection of these beloved titles and many more, Sarasavi the Bookshop is an excellent choice. Known for its comprehensive collection and excellent customer service, Sarasavi the Bookshop is a trusted destination for finding the best English story books for children. Encourage your child's love for reading with these timeless stories that will spark their imagination and creativity.

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Top 10 Must-Watch Kids TV Shows: Your Ultimate Guide for 2024

Discover the top 10 must-watch kids TV shows available on Dish Network! From educational adventures to beloved classics, these shows offer entertainment for all ages. Tune in to favorites like Paw Patrol, Peppa Pig, and SpongeBob SquarePants for delightful escapades. Educational gems like Wild Kratts and Blue's Clues & You engage young minds with fun learning experiences. Adventure awaits with PJ Masks and Teen Titans Go! while The Loud House and My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic foster creativity and friendship. With Dish Network, these shows promise hours of laughter, learning, and excitement for kids everywhere.

Bluey

Genre: Animated Comedy

Age Group: 3-8 years

Platform: Disney+

Bluey has captured the hearts of children and parents alike with its endearing portrayal of a blue heeler puppy and her family. Known for its humor, relatable family dynamics, and valuable life lessons, Bluey stands out for its positive influence and engaging storytelling. Each episode explores everyday scenarios through the eyes of Bluey and her sister Bingo, making it a delightful choice for preschoolers and early elementary-aged kids.

Cocoanuts: Above & Beyond

Genre: Animated Adventure

Age Group: 4-8 years

Platform: Netflix

Cocoanuts: Above & Beyond continues the underwater adventures of Captain Barnacles and his crew as they explore new ocean worlds and protect marine life. This reboot of the classic series maintains its educational focus, teaching young viewers about ocean conservation, teamwork, and problem-solving. With stunning animation and captivating storylines, this show remains a favorite for young explorers and budding marine biologists.

Mira, Royal Detective

Genre: Animated Mystery

Age Group: 4-7 years

Platform: Disney Junior

Mira, Royal Detective introduces children to Indian culture through the eyes of Mira, a young girl who solves mysteries in the fictional land of Jalpur. With vibrant visuals, catchy music, and cultural authenticity, this show promotes diversity and problem-solving skills. It's a refreshing addition to children's television, offering both entertainment and valuable lessons about friendship and community.

Word Party

Genre: Puppetry/Animation

Age Group: 2-4 years

Platform: Netflix

Word Party blends puppetry and animation to teach toddlers essential vocabulary and social skills. Featuring adorable baby animals, this interactive series encourages young viewers to participate in learning activities while enjoying simple yet engaging storylines. Perfect for preschoolers, Word Party makes learning fun with its colorful characters and educational content tailored for early childhood development.

Xavier Riddle and the Secret Museum

Genre: Animated Educational

Age Group: 5-8 years

Platform: PBS Kids

Xavier Riddle and the Secret Museum combines history with adventure as Xavier, his sister Yudina, and their friend Brad travel back in time to meet inspiring historical figures. This show promotes curiosity, empathy, and problem-solving skills while introducing children to significant figures like Amelia Earhart, Abraham Lincoln, and Marie Curie. Educational and entertaining, it encourages children to explore the past and discover their own potential.

Paw Patrol

Genre: Animated Action-Adventure

Age Group: 3-6 years

Platform: Nickelodeon

Paw Patrol continues to be a favorite among young children for its heroic rescue missions and adorable pups led by Ryder. Each episode teaches teamwork, bravery, and community service, reinforcing positive values through exciting adventures. With its catchy theme song and lovable characters, Paw Patrol remains a staple in children's programming, appealing to preschoolers and kindergarteners worldwide.

Elinor Wonders Why

Genre: Animated Science Exploration

Age Group: 4-6 years

Platform: PBS Kids

Elinor Wonders Why follows the curious bunny Elinor and her friends as they explore nature and science in their everyday lives. This series emphasizes inquiry-based learning, encouraging children to ask questions and seek answers through observation and discovery. With its focus on STEM (Science, Technology, Engineering, and Mathematics) concepts, Elinor Wonders Why promotes critical thinking and environmental awareness.

T.O.T.S.: Tiny Ones Transport Service

Genre: Animated Comedy

Age Group: 3-5 years

Platform: Disney Junior

T.O.T.S.: Tiny Ones Transport Service follows the adventures of Pip the penguin and Freddy the flamingo as they deliver baby animals to their forever homes. Combining humor with themes of friendship and responsibility, this series entertains young viewers while teaching them about caring for others. With its playful animation and heartwarming stories, T.O.T.S. appeals to preschoolers and toddlers alike.

Cocomelon

Genre: Nursery Rhymes/Animation

Age Group: 1-4 years

Platform: YouTube/Netflix

Cocomelon has become a global phenomenon for its collection of nursery rhymes and educational songs. Featuring colorful animation and catchy music, this series introduces young children to basic concepts like numbers, letters, and daily routines. With its gentle approach and repetitive melodies, Cocomelon is perfect for toddlers and infants, making learning enjoyable through music and visuals.

10. Ada Twist, Scientist

Genre: Animated Science Exploration

Age Group: 5-8 years

Platform: Netflix

Ada Twist, Scientist follows the adventures of Ada Twist, a young scientist with a boundless curiosity and love for problem-solving. Based on the bestselling book series, this show encourages children to explore scientific principles and embrace their curiosity about the world. Through Ada's experiments and inventions, young viewers learn about the scientific method and the joy of discovery.

Conclusion

As children's television continues to diversify and innovate, these top 10 must-watch kids TV shows for 2024 offer a blend of entertainment, education, and positive values. Whether it's fostering curiosity with Xavier Riddle and the Secret Museum or teaching preschoolers social skills through Word Party, each show on this list contributes to children's development in unique and meaningful ways. With platforms like Netflix, Disney+, and PBS Kids providing access to these enriching programs, parents and caregivers can confidently navigate the world of kids' TV, knowing they're choosing shows that inspire, educate, and entertain.