#stephy writes

[jjnora]

I wish the LOK fandom talked more about Opal Beifong’s childhood, specifically with regards to how she must’ve felt as the only nonbender (pre-harmonic convergence) in a family of earthbenders. Like how did she feel being the only grandchild of Toph, the first metalbender, who couldn’t earthbend? I’m sure Su and Bataar Sr. would’ve showered her in love and affection anyway, but as the only nonbender AND the only girl among four other brothers you can’t tell me she didn’t feel angry or insecure about her position, especially in Zaofu, surrounded by metalbending and metalbenders.

Can you imagine young Opal jealously watching her brothers train in earthbending and metalbending? Can you imagine Opal trying her very hardest to make a rock move, but nothing happening? Can you imagine Opal watching Wing and Wei play together, Huan make his art, and Bataar Jr. bring metal designs to life while she stands by? Opal is depicted as getting along very well with her family, including Toph, and she even is the first to extend an olive branch to Lin, but I wonder what would have happened if this hadn’t been the case?

Give me Opal Beifong running away from Zaofu multiple times as a child because she “feels like she doesn’t belong”

Give me Opal running crying to her parents because her brothers formed a “Earthbenders only” secret hideout.

Give me Opal Beifong having to tell grandma Toph the news that her little brothers, Wei and Wing, earthbent for the first time while she still hasn’t been able to move a rock.

Give me angry Opal, who can’t stand to see metal sculptures and rock formations all the time anymore because it just reminds her of what she isn’t.

Maybe one day Opal just decides she has enough, and leaves Zaofu for good. It breaks her heart to say bye to her family and everything she’s ever known, but she leaves and travels a bit, and she feels like she can properly breathe again without all the metal around. She spends some time in the forest with Toph, goes and explores Republic City, etc...

And then she finds out she’s an airbender. Opal’s spent her whole life feeling like she couldn’t measure up as a Beifong or an earthbender, and all of a sudden, she’s an airbender?

Give me Opal experiencing cultural whiplash when she starts her airbending training. She throws herself into it of course, but she’s not used to meditating, being vegetarian, or many of the air nomad traditions. It’s all very confusing, because wasn’t she supposed to belong here? Why does it not feel right?

Give me Opal coming to the realization that yes, she is a Beifong, and yes, she is an airbender, and she is allowed to celebrate being both at the same time. Give me Opal who learns not to define her worthiness over her ability to bend earth, metal, or air, and who realizes her family bonds surpass any bending ability at all. That’s how I want to see Opal being so consciously dedicated to her parents and family, so much so she’s ready to break air nomad tradition to save them when they are in danger.

[jjnora]

hermione is the first of them to go. it happens just after the wedding of their youngest grandchild, hugo’s youngest daughter. she had gone quickly and quietly in her sleep, ron at her side. no one had expected it.

at the funeral, harry puts a hand on ron’s shoulder as he cries. he knows what ron is feeling; ginny had passed only a year before. 

ron becomes quieter after hermione’s passing. he follows her not long after.

rose and hugo bury their father right next to their mother. 

harry feels remarkably alone. everyone who fought in the second wizarding war has died. a new, younger, hopeful generation has replaced them. harry hopes they will never even dream of the hardships he has endured. 

harry wakes one night to see his father and mother, beaming down on him.

“harry, you’ve done so well.” they say.

behind them, he sees the young figures of a ginger, freckled man with his arm around a bushy haired woman.

“took you long enough, mate.” ron says. 

ginny is at the foot of his bed, and she puts a hand on his. 

“you can rest now.” she smiles at harry.

harry looks around. he sees sirius, lupin, dumbledore, mr. and mrs. weasley, dobby, luna, hagrid, and everybody who had ever cared about him. 

death beckons him forward, and harry follows.

he doesn’t look back.

[jjnora]

Romione 5

5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Ron, we might have to cancel the dinner reservation next Tuesday.” Hermione said quietly, as she and Ron ate lunch together.

“What? Again? Hermione, we’ve cancelled that dinner reservation twice already, what’s going on?” Ron’s voice was irritable as he stabbed at his food.

“I’m sorry Ron! It’s just that the new head of the new division of the ministry wants to meet with me again to discuss things, and that’s the only day he’s free.” Hermione said, half exasperated, half apologetic. Ron muttered something under his breath.

“What is this, the tenth time you’ve had dinner over ministry business?” He said darkly.

“Actually, the fourth.” Hermione said in a small voice.

“Why does it have to be dinner? Can’t you meet at work or something? I mean- Merlin’s pants Hermione You’ve had dinner with him more than you’ve had dinner with me this week. I’d like to spend time with you too, hopefully within the next century!” Ron sighed. There was a silent pause.

“Wait a minute.” Hermione said, chewing her food slowly. “Are you jealous?”

Ron immediately turned a red bright enough to rival his hair.

“N-no. Why would I be jealous because of the bloke from the ministry?” Ron snorted and shrugged it off. Hermione grinned.

“You were jealous.” She said, smiling.

“Argh, fine. Maybe a little. Seriously though, I’d like to see your face more often than not.” Ron said. Hermione blushed.

“You know what? The meeting can wait. I’ll push it back and we can have dinner Tuesday.”

[queenofthefallenangels]

Wild Fires

A/N: First song I  have written in awhile. I just needed to get everything on paper with my feelings. I think its actually kind of good. Its mine, don’t steal bitches :P 

Song: 

Why am I screaming at the top of my lungs again? 

Saying words only meant to stab you with a knife. 

You are standing there, doing the same to me. 

The venom pouring from both our lips. 

Oh, Its a crying shame. 

cause no matter the wounds we make tonight 

they will be bandaged by tomorrow 

completely healed by the next month  

Only to start another battle 

Our love is like a wild fire 

Full of destruction everywhere it hits 

Who knew such a tiny little spark 

could turn into such an explosive flame 

Each time we try to let it die 

It comes back twice as strong 

Even after every single fight 

We still keep running back for more 

Doesn’t matter how much we hurt each other 

Doesn’t matter the times we say good-bye 

There is still a remaining little ember 

that ignites it all again. 

Crying late at night 

hating you completely 

But also wanting you to hold me 

And whip away my tears 

take away the pain that you have given me 

I hate myself every time that I break down 

and come crawling back to you 

 cause I know will soon doing this all again 

No matter the wounds we create now 

they will be bandaged by tomorrow 

healed by next month 

only to open them all again. 

Our love is like a wild fire

Full of destruction everywhere it hits

Who knew such a tiny little spark

could turn into such an explosive flame

Each time we try to let it die

It comes back twice as strong

Even after every single fight

We still keep running back for more

Doesn’t matter how much we hurt each other

Doesn’t matter the times we say good-bye

There is still a remaining little ember

that ignites it all again.  

Its like we’re stuck on repeat 

we just keep making the same mistakes  

we just keep fueling this flame 

cause no matter the wounds we make today 

they will be banaged by tomorrow 

healed by next month 

Only to be ripped open and torn apart all over again 

Our love is like a wild fire

Full of destruction everywhere it hits

Who knew such a tiny little spark

could turn into such an explosive flame

Each time we try to let it die

It comes back twice as strong

Even after every single fight

We still keep running back for more

Doesn’t matter how much we hurt each other

Doesn’t matter the times we say good-bye

There is still a remaining little ember

that ignites it all again.

[jjnora]

Shitty aus i thought of

“You are terrible at watering your flowers from your apartment balcony above mine so theres always water dripping on me when I want to read on my balcony” au

“We’re on a band trip to some music festival five hours away and we have to sit next to each other on a charter bus for a long time” au

“I always see you at this sports event competing because my sibling is also into the sport but today they really want to win so they tell me to scope you out oops you’re super cute” au

“We are both very rich and successful businessmen/women and we’re having a court fight over who can develop a certain parcel of land oops it turns out you live in the penthouse next to mine” au

“I’m failing this class and you’re the teachers’s aide and i’m asking you to sneak into the gradebook and change my grades sexual favors may or may not be involved” au

“We’re the only two people fishing at a lake and i don’t know how to fish so naturally i get tangled and confused and fall in but you can’t swim” au

“Somehow your pet got into my apartment and i thought it was a stray so i’ve been spoiling it beyond measure” au

“I write secret romantic love poems about you and one day we accidentally switched textbooks and now you have my textbook where I keep the poems” au

“We both play that one app that no one cares about but we’re always trying to beat each other’s high score” au

“I hate this teacher, you love this teacher, we’re paired up to do a school project and we constantly argue about it” au

“you started a food fight in the cafeteria but the school thinks my best friend did it and she’s gonna get a suspension unless I gonna make sure that you get the justice you deserved.” au

“I decided to scare you but you freaked and fell and hit your head and now you’re crying and everyone is staring oh god i’m so sorry” au

“I have to take care of my baby cousin for a day but i don’t know shit about taking care of babies and you can’t stand the wailing in your apartment so you come over and take care of it for me” au

“I’m about to get home early in the morning from my night shift job and i get a bloody nose and it’s all over my white shirt and you see me and freak out and i have to calm you down and make sure you don’t call 911 on me” au

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I've decided to start writing a lot more, so in light of this new development I'm going to utilize one of my saved urls to specifically put my writing on~

Just wondering who would follow it?

Please follow it I'll love you forever

[gh-0-sties]

I wrote a thing.

Prompt: At least a page, 1st Person. About a girl or boy who can either read minds or feel others emotions and the hardships it brings. Proper grammar.

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I had always thought it was voices. When I was younger I thought I was crazy; all of these nonsensical voices in my head with their random blurbs and spontaneous sadness and dirty thoughts and unreasonable happiness and fuck just get it out. That’s probably why I didn’t have any friends throughout elementary and secondary school; I didn’t need anyone. I had these voices. They were my friends. I still didn’t know where they came from, or why suddenly I would hear an ‘I want to kill you’ or ‘wow you’re so pretty’. Eventually I started to adopt their ideas, especially if a lot of them agreed. They always told me the answers to my quizzes and tests; I aced everything, still not knowing where they came from or why they were talking to me. In ninth grade I began to wonder if everyone else heard the voices. I couldn’t be the only one, right?

Wrong.

I started seeing the guidance counselor. She told me that I “certainly wasn’t normal” and “have interesting mental endeavors, now don’t you?” I knew that, I just wanted to know what was wrong with me. Specifically. But no. She didn’t know. No one knew. Then I started to notice a trend while I was visiting her; there was only one voice then. There were other muffled voices in the background, but those didn't matter, because when I was with her, I only heard one. And it was a female voice.

Her voice.

And that voice – it would always say the most outrageous things. “This kid needs help.” “God, I hate my job.” “Why do I even try with the lost causes?” And every once in a while, when I would suggest that she actually try and help to at least figure out the cause of this, as well as to try and fix it, the voice would get sarcastic, “Oh, so this bitch thinks she knows how to do my job better than me, now, doesn’t she?” Around the third or fourth time I asked her to help find the cause and got the same response; her mumbling a quiet “Yes, great idea,” and the voice with its sarcastic retort that had then become the norm, I decided to try something.

“Yeah, I do actually.” I replied firmly, addressing the voice.

“Excuse you?” she whisper-shouted back.

I raised my eyebrows. That kind of reaction wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t caught her in something. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do think I know how to do your job better than you. Because it seems like I just figured out what’s wrong with me, all thanks to you, who just had to sit there and mentally insult me for two sessions every week for the past couple of weeks. Seriously, thank you for the self-esteem booster. It completely helped with the problem. It was a pleasure talking with you.” And with that, I got up, gathered my things and strutted out the room with the confidence of one who had just been blessed with a glorious super power. I didn’t even hear her response before I left. It didn’t matter anymore.

I already knew.