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My AO3 account
I'd like to put it on my bio but that that doesn't seem possible for some reason (yeah, I'm that funny hahaha), so I'll just put it here and pin it, ok?
Thanks for your attention. You can check out my AO3 account here.
This account is officially on STRIKE!
jk, I had to carry a bunch of newspapers up a flight of stairs this morning (gosh, these things are heavy) and I immediately started singing "The world will know", because I felt like a Newsie.
Rey as Luke and Han’s adopted daughter.
Luke finding Rey abandoned on Jakku and immediately taking her in while mentally going crazy over how someone could abandon a five year old (I think that’s how old she was when she was left on Jakku idk) in the middle of a dangerous desert planet.
Han meeting Rey for the first time and trying to play it cool while also lowkey being immediately protective of her.
Rey growing more comfortable on Ossus and wearing Luke’s old X-Wing helmet everywhere
Luke cooking Rey her favorite meals (I hc that he’s actually a pretty good cook) and teaching her how to use the Force, while Han teaches her how to shoot a blaster and how to make repairs. Both guys would definitely teach her how to fly
Luke being the more protective yet gentle dad, while Han is the chill, fun dad who still lowkey stresses about Rey
Rey riding atop Han and Chewie’s shoulders whenever given the chance
Rey calling Luke weird because let’s be honest, he’d be a little Eldritch guy after the events of ESB and ROTJ. She’s not scared or unnerved by him like some other people, as his power makes her feel safe
Rey and Han constantly making Luke feel like he doesn’t need to a symbol or some god-like figure every day by making him smile and laugh
Luke calling Rey “sundrop” and his “little ray of sunshine”
Rey as Skysolo’s daughter
Don’t mind me just rambling
How far I can see
Sirius learned from a young age to always be aware of his surroundings. Let's see where it brought him.
Sirius knew when Mother was in a bad — or “worse”, in better wording — mood just as he heard her stepping into the room and when it was better to just skip dinner altogether and avoid one of Father’s rage outbursts — not that he was starving himself; Kreacher would bring his plate later. He also knew was what upsetting Regulus before he could open his mouth. No one noticed that about him — not that anyone paid any attention to his needs anyway, but that is off the matter. That only convinced Sirius he had an ability beyond his magic.
Remus and Sirius sitting in the library.
Remus is furiously scribbling away at parchment, stopping every now and then to tear at his hair slightly.
Sirius is doodling on his piece of parchment, staying quiet. His favourite place in the world is next to Remus.
Under the table, their feet are hooked together.
#studydategoneright<3
The world through his lenses
Sirius decides to give Harry another Christmas gift: a history of James’ past. As told through Regulus’ eyes.
Dinner was at its end, with gifts exchanged and plates being washed. Harry was ready to go to bed and try to forget the latest horrors of his life when he felt his godfather’s hand on the top of his head.
“Come with us.”
Behind him, there was Remus Lupin, of course. They led him to a clean, unused room.
“This used to be my brother’s”, Sirius explained as Remus opened the wardrobe to pick up a wooden box. “He was Orion and Walburga’s pride and joy until they found out what he had been doing.”
oh my GOD i'm going to explode her with my mind right now
Someone: You seem to really like Newsies Me: Ya nitwit that ain't news no more
A headline even Elmer could sell
"My child is fine"
No, they aren't. They are singing and dancing around in the living room, pretending to be a newsboy striking.
I ABSOLUTELY HATE BEING AN OVERLY-EXCITED MUSICAL THEATER NERD/FAN SURROUNDED BY PEOPLE WHO ARE SIMPLY NOT INTO MUSICALS AND I DO NOT WISH SUCH FATE ON ANYBODY
anyways...
I was watching a video essay about the newsies strike and the editor used a clip of livesies. I accidentaly let out a little scream (after waiting like, 20 minutes, for a reference) and my sister was like: "What's wrong with you, weirdo?"
First times chapter 1 - Freshmen
Hello, friends! This is the first chapter of my fic "First times" for the @newsiesminibang24
I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you will enjoy it as well! The artist was @cowboy-caboodles. Check out his amazing art here:
Read it in AO3!
for the ask thing, tagging @lupinblacktheone because they commented not asked, 17 and lumity! will do the goldenheart one too gimme a sec. this is a bit bad because rushed but I hope you like it anyway :]
"Blights are expected to behave properly.
This is common knowledge. Blights are nobility and are supposed to behave accordingly. As such, you aren't supposed to lose your composure.
This is rule one. You don't stumble over yourself, you don't burst into tears, and you're certainly not supposed to be impulsive or ridiculous.
Amity Blight isn't very good at being a Blight. But she tried very hard for a very long time. She carries herself in the perfect little posture that feels like it'll break her back, is either stone faced or grinning smugly, a perfect golden child. She does not cry. She does not whimper. She expresses affection through very, very specific means. All of them are incredibly professional and fitting of a Blight.
Offering a gift to a friend. A book, a new piece of jewelry, a pie.
A compliment, professional and impersonal.
Reassurance when it's needed.
A small touch on the shoulder. Nothing beyond what is socially acceptable, of course. Because she is a Blight, even behind closed doors. And Blights do not lose their composure.
Amity loses her composure three times before she actually tries to be a good person. Over a badge, a duel, and Luz visiting her in the library. All of these were around a failure. Which wasn't something a Blight was allowed to be.
She didn't lose her composure when she apologized to Willow. But it was close. Two steps from the edge, the ledge crumbling. Only a thin cloak remained, tattered and worn. So close to disintegrating that she'd expected to be struck and to be left to bleed.
Somehow, she wasn't.
The sports game with Luz had been the first time in a very long time anyone had held her.
She didn't think she'd wanted to be held.
And to be completely honest, it was incredibly embarrassing.
Blights weren't supposed to lose their composure. They weren't supposed to turn bright red at the thought of a cool girl being on their team, they weren't supposed to bare their soul to someone that wasn't in the family, they weren't supposed to be held and carried back to the house of a wanted criminal.
But, absurdly, she was happy. She was so, so happy.
She'd known her mother was a bad person for a very, very long time. She still cared for her, but she wasn't under any impression she was good. But Amity had never really thought she could get out. She'd never thought she could be happy after that birthday party. And not once had she ever considered trying.
Luz's arms were warm and she was such a dork and felt the need to be a stupid goof about everything and she thinks she wants to kiss this girl.
But Amity is still a Blight to the public, and she can't afford to risk it. So she doesn't initiate.
A homemade fairy pie seemed like a nice, professional way to tell her she was happy she was back.
On the day she made a pie, she'd also broken her necklace.
She'd wanted to break the stupid thing for years.
(Somehow being side by side in a crumbling crater with Luz, after almost being crushed, felt safer than she'd ever felt in the manor.)
She'd meant for it to stay there. Kind words. Shoulder touches. Gifts. That's all. Luz got the message with just those. There was no need for more.
Until she kissed her on the cheek, not because it was profesional or necessary, but because she'd wanted to for so long.
And then Luz wanted to date her too, and then they held hands, and she's realizing she likes it.
She likes when she holds her hand, she likes hugging her, she likes kissing her on the cheek. She likes not being professional, she likes not having to stick to gifts. She likes just being able to hold her when words won't work. Gestures still remain. She still gets her gifts and says kind things because those never stopped being how she expresses her love.
But she likes being held. She likes kissing her. She likes not acting like Luz is her business partner. It's…nice.
It's nice when they hold each other tightly. It's nice when she just leans against her. A voice in her head that sounds far too much like that coward of a bully reminds her it's unnecessary. She's trying so hard not to listen. It's a little easier not to listen when she has people who remind her that it doesn't have to be necessary. They tell her she can do things because she can, not because she has to. She's trying so hard to listen. Slowly, it's becoming a little easier.
And years later, they kiss without blushing. They hold each other and it's normal. It isn't a surprise. It isn't confusing or new or stiff. It's natural. She worries about it some days, because she can't help it. The need to carry herself perfectly has been ingrained in her mind since she was old enough to know what the word meant.
Sometimes, though, she can remember she's allowed to be soft. Softness is difficult and its a choice, but it's a choice she's learning how to make. Sometimes becomes more often, somehow. They tell her to be proud of herself. She's trying to be, and it's almost working.
She holds Luz, because that's how Amity expresses her love. Amity is no longer a Blight, and she's no longer expected to be professional. She expresses her love through gifts and compliments and gestures as well, but mostly through touch. Because she wants to. It's unnecessary and it's comforting and it's nice and she's gotten good at not caring who sees them.
Amity holds her girlfriend, listens to her heartbeat, and somehow she feels safe.
She's a lot happier as "Amity" than she ever was as "Amity Blight." Amity Blight was, deep down, always afraid. But Amity wasn't. She wasn't okay all the time, but sometimes she was. Sometimes was becoming more often. And maybe that was enough.
So she leans into her arms, and she lets herself cry. Because she knows Luz, and she knows she won't be mad. No matter what her mothers says, Luz is not her. And Luz doesn't get mad at her when she breaks.
There's a scared girl in Amity's head. There will always be a scared girl in her head.
But she isn't scared of that girl anymore. And she's not scared of Luz. She's not scared of Willow, she's not scared of Gus, she's not scared of Hunter, and she's not scared of Ghost.
There's a scared girl in Amity's head, and she gives that girl a hug. That scared girl is allowed to be hugged, allowed to shatter and weep, because composure isn't everything. Not anymore, and it never should've been. It wasn't fair, and she was allowed to walk away from it.
Blights were supposed to be perfect. Blights were never allowed to lose their composure. Blights were expected to behave properly.
Amity hasn't been a Blight in four years.
So she holds her and doesn't let go, because Amity is free, and she wants to be held.
And that's a good enough reason.
Luz is safe, and Amity is too. And it's enough."
(this will also be posted on ao3 I've decided so! same username there as on here. go follow me. shameless plug.)
Thank you so, so much. I loved it!!!
Odysseus: "Wine so fresh, you'd never want to eat human flesh."
Polites side eyeing him: Say sike rn
*the Delanceys appear*
Davey: Who’s that?
Jack: They don't like me.
*the cops appear*
Davey: Who’s that?
Jack: They don't like me either.
*Snyder the Spider appears*
Davey: Who’s that?!
Jack: Let's just assume for the moment that everyone in here doesn't like me!
... a mom
Notes: This is my first TOH fanfic. I hope you like it!
Luz Noceda is NOT living her best life. She doesn’t have any friends at school, her grades are dropping, she isn’t enjoying her hobbies like she used to, she is estranged from her family and yeah!, her father died a few months ago.
So when she stumbles upon a weird portal, she enters it to never come back.
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