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@thewatersofmatanui
Sister of the Skrall
If I was Onua, I would sit still and watch the others too. I mean - Tahu’s explosive temper, Lewa’s unlimited energy, Pohatu’s humour, Kopaka’s edgelord vibes and Gali frantically trying to keep them all on task… It would be like watching a sitcom.
ask-toa-hahli:
“Yeah… maybe if he was still talking to me…”
The little Boggarak on Hahli was getting restless, tired of this gloom that continued between her mother and the other blue being. She wanted to get her caregiver out of this state and nothing else she did was enough of a distraction. Now the hoardling needed a new different action.
Perched on the shoulder, Iara suddenly leaped from the Toa Mahri and straight on to the Toa Nuva.
This move caught Hahli off guard and brought her into slight embarrassment. “Iara, we don’t jump around on other people.”
“I hope that--”
Her sentence, and the thought behind it, was cut short by the small creature leaping over to her. She laughed, gently petting it on the head.
“Why ever not?”
Gali smiled at the being. Another intuitive one, I see. Thank you, little one, for being by her side.
the-seventh-toa:
“There’s been talk of a hidden spring somewhere in the mountains, apparently it has special healing properties. You’re the resident water expert here, so I reckon that would be a good start.”
“Oh, I always appreciate the chance to tread new waters,” she smiles at her own joke. “Lead the way. How did you come to know of this place?”
the-seventh-toa:
Takanuva helped her up, and brushed the sand and dust off from himself.
“Now, that simply won’t do. You are in severe need of an adventure, I can tell.” He said. “How about you join me on my next trip? We can catch up on the way, and I can tell you what I’ve been up to.”
“How could I say no to that?” Gali smiled and slung an arm around Takanuva. “Where are we heading, Chronicler?”
ask-toa-hahli:
“It’s okay Gali… it’s not your fault…” The younger Toa’s words were still saddened, but was sincere to Gali. She could not blame her sister for any of this, you could not give wisdom on something you did not know.
Internally, she knew who was culpable though. She could feel the guilt hacking away with force on her insides. Your fault… You let it get this way… It twisted and turned alongside the very now real fear that her Toa brother might never come back… and then the reminder and pain of another brother returned.
Hahli’s hand reached up and started petting the Visorak as well, trying for some distraction. Iara seemed happy with two sources of attention, but the spider didn’t fully relax, her features still focused on the disconsolate Toa.
“Mata Nui, why did Nuparu have to do this… He knows what it was like when we lost Matoro, why put us through something similar again?”
The Toa Mahri wasn’t angry when she said that statement, though part of her wanted to be. Anger would at least be better than what she was feeling now.
Gali felt anger swell in her chest. Angry that she couldn’t do more to help. Angry that Nuparu was acting so selfishly. That he was putting Hahli and her brothers through this grief again. Angry that--
She took a deep breath, imagining the anger leaving her body as she exhaled. Anger would not solve anything here.
Gali was somewhat used to trying to fix people’s problems for them, though that wouldn’t do any good here. Hahli was a Toa now, and a fighter long before that, but Gali stills sees the other has her little sister. She tried to override her protective instincts, not wanting to smother Hahli.
“I wish I could answer that question, Sister, though I suppose only Nuparu can.”
beerecordings replied to your post “@ask-toa-hahli “Welcome, Sister.” Gali smiled warmly at Hahli. She’d...”
hey i'm really enjoying reading this!! i love your characterizations of them
Sharing this love with @ask-toa-hahli <3
ask-toa-hahli:
Hahli gave a slow nod.
“I guess so…” She replied quietly, trying to let her sister’s words sink in. Though the idea of doing nothing… just hoping for the chance that Nuparu would ride everything out and eventually get over it himself… it somehow made her feel more helpless…
“Just waiting around for Nuparu to return… it already feels difficult to do… And Gali, I’m sorry to ask, but… what if -what if he decides to never come back?” A lance of concern and maybe even fear could be heard in her voice.
The Visorak chirped again and pawed at the Toa’s face, tying to draw her attention away from these upsetting feelings.
Gali reached out and stroked the Visorak, hoping to bring Hahli’s attention to it so it may lighten her spirits. She also hoped that doing so would buy her some time for an answer.
What if he never came back? What if their team was never whole again? With a sudden pang of sadness, Gali remembered Matoro. Hahli’s team was already short one Toa. Would Nuparu really suffer her the loss of another brother?
“I...”
Gali sighed, and her shoulders drooped slightly. “I do not know, Hahli. Any words of comfort I might offer would sound fake, even to myself. I...I do not know. I am sorry.”
She averted her gaze, ashamed of herself for admitting defeat so easily. Her sister came to her for help, and this is what she offers? Gali suspected she only made things worse for Hahli.
ask-toa-hahli:
What did she want to do? Hahli knew what she wanted do. She wanted to find Nuparu, to shake him out of this self deprecation and isolation, convince him again that he was and still is a hero. Bring him back to the team…
That’s what she wanted to do… what she wished she could do. The Toa’s experience told her differently though… the last two times she confronted her earth brother over this, it only pushed him further away….
“…I’m not sure Gali,” Hahli eventually responded softly. “ I want things fixed, I want my team whole again. But so, far my direct involvement seems to just make everything worse with Nuparu…”
From the Toa’s shoulder, the Boggarak chirped and tried to nuzzle her.
Gali gave a small grin, her eyes glowing with understanding. “Ah, yes. The loner. Seems there’s one of them in every team. One at least, I should say,” she chuckles.
“I can only imagine the burden on your shoulders right now, Sister. Though I’ve clashed with my own brothers, I can’t recall a time when they have acted similarly to how Nuparu is now.”
Her gaze softened, and turned back to Hahli. “For all I preach of unity, I cannot bring it into being. Not alone. Of course not alone, that’s not how unity works. I guess what I’m trying to say is...sometimes we need to figure things out for ourselves. It may hurt us, and it will likely hurt those around us, but it can be necessary. It sounds like this is what Nuparu is doing now. When he comes back, and I believe he will, be there. Just like you always have, and I know you always will be.”
the-seventh-toa:
Takanuva turned towards the sound, and beamed (literally) as he saw his sister. Before she could respond, the Toa of water was tackled into a hug by the overjoyed Takanuva. “Sister, where have you been? It’s been so long, and you never visit… So, what have you been up to?”
Gali laughed warmly. There wasn’t enough time to shield her eyes, though that was less of a problem once her brother tackled her to the ground.
“Apologies, Takanuva. I have a terrible habit of losing track of time once I go into my own head. I have nothing exciting to share, which I suppose I should be thankful for. You?”
I think we really need to reaffirm now that no amount of homophobia can be acceptable in our culture. There is no such this as harmless or victimless homophobia. All homophobia contributes to violence against us. You can not “disagree” with lgbt people’s “lifestyles” without supporting the rhetoric and legislation that puts us in very real danger.
Homophobia isn’t that black and white though. You can hate the sin and still love the sinner.
OK, as a queer person who grew up in a genuinely loving, caring, utterly wonderful, and still deeply homophobic Church, let me try to fill in what you’re not understanding about this whole “Love the sinner” deal.
When we refer to people like you as “Homophobic” I want to be clear what we’re saying here. This is not a judgment of your intent. We are not describing you as a hateful person, as an aggressive or violent person. But we are saying that your actions and your attitudes participate in and reinforce a system of rhetoric that encourages violence against LGBT people, and, far, far more importantly, that forces millions of LGBT people to live in shame.
That’s really what this comes down to. Not hate. Not violence. Shame.
Consider the point purely theologically. Jesus tells us that to desire a sinful thing is as bad as to act on that desire. My lusting after another mans wife is as bad as actually sleeping with her. My genuine desire to hurt someone is as bad as actually hurting them.
So when you tell me that loving another man is a sin, you’re not just talking about physical acts of intimacy. You don’t get to draw the line there. You don’t get to pretend that I can be bisexual so long as I never actually physically act on it (which is already a terrible burden to place on someone). You’re saying that every time I look at a guy and imagine how soft his lips would be, or think about how beautiful his eyes are, I am sinning. I am a sinner every time a dude walks past me with a tight sweater on that shows of his arms. Every time he has nice hair or a nice smile.
My love, according to you, is a sin. That is the burden you are forcing people to live under. That burden forced me so deep into the closet that I didn’t even know I was there. It forced me to repress every genuine feeling of sexual attraction for other men, and to live for years with those feelings straining to get out, whilst I struggled with the constant guilt and shame that came from having those thoughts.
And I am one of the lucky ones, because I’m alive to have this conversation. Because for many, many LGBT people that guilt and shame manifests as self-harm, substance abuse, low esteem that leads them into abusive relationships, and very often suicide.
You tell yourself that you’re one of the good ones because you don’t hate us. You only hate what we “do”. But what we “do” is living. It’s being alive and whole and a part of this world, and if you genuinely believe that we can’t have that then you might as well put the gun to our heads and pull the trigger. Because you’re already doing that, you just don’t have the guts to admit it.
“You only hate what we do, but what we do is living” Wow. This is beautiful and so well written
reblogging for perfect commentary and future reference
Unfortunately for you people there comes a clear line where you don’t cross. People have the right to not agree with your lifestyle.
To repeat a point- our “lifestyle” is the fact that we exist, that we are alive, that we are ourselves and do not hide.
If you “disagree” with that, if you want us to NOT exist, to not be alive, to not be who we are- then you’re a bigot.
So. That’s that.
Existing is not a lifestyle.
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The Protectors except they’re the real heroes like they should’ve been
whatever man *curls up into a ball and rolls away*
ask-toa-hahli:
Hahli gave a small smile. The other girl’s energy and enthusiasm might have felt overwhelming at first, but it also reflective and similar to her closest friend back home.
So there was at least one comfort here.
“Yeah… Let’s get going.” She was able to say with the slightest more confidence.
“Cool!” Gali bounded off in a seemingly random direction. Through luck or the sheer number of enemies in the forest, it wasn’t long before the pair ran into long, snakelike Grimm.
With a whoop of excitement, Gali launched herself through the air towards the creature.
ask-toa-hahli:
Hali’s eye’s drifted off of Gali again, feeling some shame for so easily giving out that information, but also for not telling her sister about it sooner.
“I- I- I don’t know at this point…” She answered honestly, knowing how dire it was all sounding. “He’s not doing anything for the Dark Hunters anymore, we made sure of that… but at the end of it, he was still very upset and part of his method to destroying what he created for the Dark Hunters was very…unconventional…”
Her wing-finns fidgeted. “I don’t think he would have any intentions to hurt anyone innocent… But he’s dealing with so much guilt, and now that he’s off on his own I don’t know what he’ll do…”
Gali closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them again their glow was soft, and focused entirely on Hahli.
“Okay. I find it hard to imagine him turning on his people and putting them in danger, but I feel better with you telling me the same thing. This is your team, Hahli. While you have a responsibility to them, you are not entirely responsible for them.”
She sighed rubbing a hand on the back of her neck. “Forgive me, I’m starting to sound like a broken audio recording. Telling you the same thing over and over won’t help the situation. So, I ask you...what do you want to do?”
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