wolfbats enthusiast

[whitefalls]

happy holidays and have a great new year, alocinnihc!

[whitefalls]

tahnorra lives on, my friends

[whitefalls]

Shaozu was over the fact that Ming voted that Tahno would make the better captain – that was the truth, wasn’t it? Tahno had the intellect, charisma and leadership to pull the three of them together, to carry them to victories and championships. He knew strategies and could see through those of their opponents. Tahno was calculative and knew how to get under anyone’s skin. It was how he started shaping the Wolfbats: aggressive, bold and in-your-face, toeing the line between what and what wasn’t dirty. Winning was prioritized above good sportsmanship. 

And he finally stopped making such a big fucking deal about the name attached to the Wolfbats as a sort of compromise, which annoyed Shaozu more than anything else. 

(and really, tahno never tried to hide his own infatuation towards republic city either. he wasn’t even from the capital in the first place – merely a boy adopted by the promises that came with it – so he shouldn’t be the one gloating as much as he did. but it was just like that pretentious asshole to think he could strut around claiming anything that pleased him as his)

“In the end, people will probably just remember us as The Wolfbats.”

It was that condescending sneer Shaozu knew too well.

He had enough and socked Tahno across the jaw near the end of a training session. Ming rubbed his temples and sighed, but didn’t intervene. Shaozu didn’t blame him. Ming must have been tired of the two of them acting like petty children, always trying to one-up the other despite having been teammates for a few years already. Shaozu attributed it to healthy competition, but they all knew it was a bit more than that.

Tahno eyes narrowed, his hand wiped the blood off his lip.

“You’re getting rusty, captain.” Shaozu threw his gloves into Tahno’s lap, smirking before turning to leave. “Can’t have you being a liability when it really matters. The White Falls Wolfbats are definitely gonna be crowned champs this year.”

because he would be damned if he wasn’t allowed to wear his city’s name with pride.

[sweetdeltablues]

'10 Honest Thoughts On Being Loved By A Skinny Boy' - Rachel Wiley.

10 HONEST THOUGHTS ON BEING LOVED BY A SKINNY BOY

Rachel Wiley

1. I say, ‘I am fat.’ He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’ I wonder why I cannot be both. He kisses me hard.

2. My college theater professor once told me that despite my talent, I would never be cast as a romantic lead. We do plays that involve singing animals and children with the ability to fly, but apparently no one has enough willing suspension of disbelief to go with anyone loving a fat girl. I daydream regularly about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.

3. On the mornings I do not feel pretty, while he is still asleep, I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive, for a punchline, for other girls’ phone numbers.

4. When we hold hands in public, I wonder if he notices the looks — like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk; if he notices that my hands are now made of rope. 

5. Dear Cosmo: Fuck you. I will not take sex tips from you on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.

6. He tells me he loves me with the lights on.

7. I can cup his hip bone in my hand, feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all. He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.  Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves. 

8. The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop assumes we are just friends and flirts over the counter. I spend the next two weeks mentally replacing myself with her in all of our photographs. When I admit this to him we spend the evening taking new photos together. He will not let me delete a single one of them.

9. The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire. Fucking me does not require an asterisk. Loving me is not a fetish. Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.  I am not a fucking novelty.

10. I say, ‘I am fat.’ He says, ‘No. You are so much more’, and kisses me hard.