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laulink · 2 years

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Reacting to the post I just reblogged because it gave me FEELINGS about the Beagles as a found family but I didn’t wanna go on a tangent on the post itself so here

The thing with Edelgard mothering the Black Eagles is that she had 8 older siblings babying her while growing up

Then she got 2 YOUNGER siblings and was determined to be the best big sister ever because she’s had all the good and bad examples with the 8 other

Then her siblings all died and for years, all she had was Hubert (3 years older and her retainer and canonically a big brother) until she got into Garreg Mach and met :

- 1 older girl who never had a family

- 1 girl her age who was abused into being in a constant state of panic attack

- 1 girl whose dad was killed in a conflict at the end of which the winner demanded the girl to be given to them so they could take her away from her land and family (feels familiar to Edelgard)

(also I was genuinely SHOCKED to find out that Petra is only 15 at the start of Three Houses. SHE’S THE YOUNGEST OF THE BLACK EAGLES. WHICH MEANS IN THREE HOPES SHE BECOMES QUEEN AT NOT EVEN 18 YEARS OLD. BABY. WHY.)

- 2 boys a year younger than her, 1 one being quite literally baby brother shaped, the other 1 being unable to take care of himself in a healthy way on his own

- and 1 obnoxious boy her age who kept demanding to compete with her to prove that he was stronger and better and his flowers were better too and his horse and he’s more lovable than her of course- (does that YELL obnoxious younger brother to anyone else or is it just me ?)

How was she supposed to NOT instantly add them to the family tree and be the older sister she always wanted to be ?

#it's kinda fun how the girls are just TRAUMA and the boys ''baby brothers someone needs to take care of''#Edelgard walking up to her dad after the attack on Garreg Mach and the formation of the Black Eagles Strike Force :#''Dad I want you to meet my wife our daughter our daughter's girlfriend who we adopted our sons and the yapping dog''#Byleth is the godmother for everyone #Dorothea wanted Caspar to call her big sis in their supports but then Edelgard becomes his mom and Dorothea her wife so he calls her mom #Dorothea realises then that she wants children and starts pestering Edelgard #''After the war honey. 10 of them if you want.''#I didn't include Hubert in the run down because he's Edelgard's honorary big brother so he's everyone's uncle #and also the person who gives Dorothea the shovel talk about Edelgard #except that since it's HIM we're talking about she's really not sure if he's joking or if he actually would kill her #she'd rather not find out anyway #he also gives Petra the shovel talk for Bernadetta because Edelgard finds this ridiculous and wouldn't do it herself #he doesn't give a shovel talk to Bernadetta about Petra because he's pretty sure she'd faint after the first sentence #fire emblem three houses #edelgard von hresvelg #black eagles

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corporaloretsev · 1 year

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will be screaming about this indefinitely and it's just a preview

#y'all don't know how much i've been waiting for THISSSSSSS #literally everyone and their mom at iam got 1 oip video except them akddjsj and suddenly i get a holiday special? 😭 crying and throwing up #i noticed they tweaked quite a lot of things: the opening hand movement the choreo spin and the spread eagle twizzle entry #yes i watched nureyev god knows how much to know this 💀#marjorie lajoie #zachary lagha #figure skating #marjo and zach

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direwombat · 11 months

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what would your oc sing at karaoke night?

If your OC was at a karaoke night, what would be their go-to song? Would they even partake?

Include a snippet if you want!

tagged by @g0dspeeed, @inafieldofdaisies, @strafethesesinners, and @socially-awkward-skeleton (tysm this is a fun game!)

tagging @strangefable, @detectivelokis, @sstewyhosseini, @poetikat, @schoute, @confidentandgood, @aceghosts, @fourlittleseedlings, @adelaidedrubman, @henbased, @purplehairsecretlair, @wrathfulrook, @inquisitors-grave, @trench-rot, @gaeadene, @locustandwildhoney, @jacobsneed, @river-ward, @roofgeese, @cassietrn, @neverthesameneveranother, @sukoshimikan, @deputyash, @harmonyowl, @voidika, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @madparadoxum, @euryalex, @clonesupport, @ivymarquis, uuuh i think that's everyone but if i was dumb and forgor someone, i am tagging anyone else who wants to play!

English translation (approx): Slip me through your fingers and then burn me Consume me for you, be only smoke When you're in this world where your dreams take you I would like to be blonde like an American To be sweet and wise or sweet Take you on my cloud of smoke love is like a cigarette It burns and it goes to your head When we can't do without It all goes up in smoke love is like a cigarette It's burning like a match It stings the eyes, it makes you cry And it goes up in smoke

Sybille almost didn’t go.

Karaoke night at the Spread Eagle has always been low on her list of priorities. Even more so since the Reaping began. But after spending almost three weeks in the Whitetails undercover as one of Jacob’s Chosen — in a place where weekly cage fights are what counts as recreational fun — she can’t deny the appeal of getting drunk and singing off-key with a bunch of strangers.

Besides, Joey loves it, and she feels a little guilty for neglecting her the way she has.

She sits at the bar beside her girlfriend, cheering Nick and Kim on as they wrap up their third power ballad.

“Your turn,” Joey says, giving her a gentle shoulder bump. “Oh, come on,” she scoffs when Sybille shakes her head. “You’ve got a decent voice — better than most of the people here, anyways. Get up there!”

“You know I hate bein’ at the center of attention,” she argues. “B’sides, music I listen to ain’t got words.”

Joey laughs. “Okay, first of all: bullshit — you and I have rocked out to Zeppelin in the cruiser more times than I can count —”

“Radio’s different!” Sybille interjects.

“— Second,” Joey continues, waving the neck of her beer bottle emphatically, “the song doesn’t have to be in English. It just has to pre-date 1985.”

Sybille lifts a skeptical brow, and when all Joey does is nod, she redirects it toward Mary May who’s wiping the counter nearby. “You got any French shit?” she asks.

“Probably,” she shrugs. “Check the catalog.”

Sliding off the bars tool, Sybille says, “If all they got is Édith Piaf, I ain’t goin’ up there,” before striding over to the jukebox catalog. She’s astonished to find as wide a selection of French songs as she does, and after finding a track she remembers playing on her maman’s record player, she walks onto the small stage and takes the microphone.

But as the lyrics fall from her tongue, it isn’t Joey they make her think of, but rather the man who, last she saw, had allowed her to walk away, completely free without any sort of fight whatsoever.

#realistically would the spread eagle have this song in their jukebox? no #but for funsies i say it does :)#because syb listens to like three genres of music #jazz (75% of the time). dad rock (15%). and yé-yé (10%) because her mom played that music a lot #oc: deputy sybille la roux #a little bit of cute sybjoey in that snippet before i make it angsty because who am i without angst?#my writing #my fic #Spotify

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whereforartthoumisthios · 1 year

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Showing/teaching my tot about Ikaros leads to some pretty beautiful photos of Kass and our favorite bird. 🥹

#i love you ikaros #ikaros #kassandra #kassandra my beloved #kassandra of sparta #ac odyssey #odyssey #photo mode #photo mode my beloved #eagle bearer #my photos #tot #toddler life #mom life

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brawlstars-dragon-au · 10 months

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Thinking of her 🥹 just a quick sketch though

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reineyday · 1 year

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harringrove canon divergent au where billy still targets and bullies steve and steve gets fed up and he's like "who hurt you billy damn" and billy actually rears back and spooks cuz no one's ever really pinpointed that he's hurting (and lashing out).

billy kinda goes in for one last punch that steve dodges and he's like "fuck you harrington" and steve watches his retreating back and he's like "shit is he actually hurting?" and then he starts lowkey asking max things about their home life that he starts to find sus. starts getting worried about billy and max at home. starts asking uncomfortable questions when billy goes to try to bully him again, which only leads to billy yelling at him to stop asking his sister questions and then avoiding him altogether.

eventually steve puts the pieces together and forms his own opinions after seeing neil hargrove out and about, and the next time billy comes to school with a black eye but his knuckles suspiciously clean and unbruised, he sits down beside him during a private moment and again he asks, "who hurt you billy?"

when billy cant look at him in the eye or respond, steve's heart sinks.

#rei rambles #stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #it's just. it never happens in real life *especially* when youre lashing out but. it's nice when people notice you're not okay.#during his lil investigation steve asks joyce if neil's ever shown up at her store and what she thinks of him #which tips off her mom senses lol and she becomes eagle eyed about the hargrove-mayfield siblings #rei writes #uh kinda #this is inspired by the post i reblogged directly before this where dacre says #after playing billy he's found himself trying to practice more empathy toward bully types bc theyre usually bullying for a reason #which is extra cool of him cuz he mentions he was bullied a lot as a kid.#he's such a good role model

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r0nnietherat · 6 months

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it's always ethical to project mommy issues on dennis reynolds

I wonder if he ever went to go visit her or if he straight up never talked to his parents for years. Did post-college Denny go visit her on holidays? Did college Denny deliver her a card and flowers on Mother’s Day? Or was he doing his own thing?

#I WISH my mommy was a skeleton #EAGLES PLAY TODAY GO BIRDS #sorry I leave you on read so much anon #you’re still my bestie #jk I don’t want my mom to die sorry mom :( fuck you I resent you you’re a terrible mom buttttttt I don’t want you to die <3 #dennis reynolds #it’s always sunny in philadelphia #iasip

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jcamilov06 · 6 months

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Finally got myself a FLYERS hoodie!! now I can officially rep the orange and the black!! 🟠⚫

got also a retro dolphins hoodie, with the cool 70s logo (which I still think the dolphins should've worn last night, but anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

..one of these days I'll get something Phillies 😅😭

#LET'S GO FLYERS!!!#it's so hard to find hockey merch around here #and whenever my mom goes to florida it's every once in a while that we can find some philly stuff #I also like the dark tone from the 70s dolphins! the don shula dolphins!#but I'm first and foremost an EAGLES fan!! 🦅#me #selfie #philadelphia flyers #miami dolphins

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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A Mother’s Love [Chapter 2]

chapter 1 is here

Lance & Hunk & Pidge (Voltron), Pidge & Hunk (Voltron), Fluff and Humour, 2.2k Words

Summary: Nothing is more frustrating than someone quickly finding something you’ve been looking for forever. Moms are excellent at this skill. Funnily enough, so is Lance.

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Hunk jumps out of his skin as Pidge bursts into his room, looking rather panicked.

“Hunk you have got to help me,” she says desperately, before Hunk could even open his mouth to ask her what was wrong.

Hunk is vaguely worried she might pass out. Her face is concerningly red, and she has her hands braced on her knees, panting. “How about you take a deep breath,” he suggests.

“No time,” she wheezes. Hunk looks at her in alarm, but can’t stop himself from being a smartass.

“I’m actually going to go ahead and insist that there is always time to breathe. You know, the thing that guarantees our continued survival?”

Pidge gathers enough of her breath to shoot Hunk a dirty look, but to her credit she does pause and try and regulate her breathing. After a moment, she looks up at Hunk and repeats herself, more emphatic than before: “Hunk, dude, you have got to help me. It is more urgent than you could possibly imagine.”

Hunk sits straight up at this, alarmed. “Holy shit, are we being attacked? Fuck, Pidge, you should’ve lead with that!” He gets up hurriedly, starting to pull on his armour.

“No, dude, chill,” Pidge says, reaching out a hand to stop him. “Sorry. Probably shouldn’t have said that — it’s not that kind of urgent. I just need your help to find something before Lance comes to check on me.”

Hunk sits back down, looking at her warily. “And you want to do this because…?”

Pidge huffs, looking up at the ceiling. She mumbles something Hunk can’t hear.

“...What?”

She mumbles again, but not really any louder.

“What?” he repeats.

“I lost the Turmingifiver bolt!” she yells, finally.

Hunk gasped. He stares at her for a second, searching her face for a twitch of a smile or a twinkle in her eye, but he can’t find any.

“No!” he exclaims. “Tell me you’re joking.”

Pidge bites her lip guiltily. “I put it in my room instead of the workshop and now I can’t find it.”

“Pidge, that is the only one we have, and Turming is hundreds of lightyears away! We won’t be going that direction for months!”

“I know!” she wails. “I don’t know what to do! I’ve torn my room apart looking for it — I even cleaned most of it! It’s like it disappeared!”

Hunk slaps a hand to his head, groaning. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He takes a breath, not wanting to blow up on Pidge. The situation sucks, and she’s at fault, but it’s a solvable situation. It isn’t worth getting that angry over. “Shit. What are we going to do, we — wait.” He sits straight up, looking at Pidge strangely. “Why did you come to me for help? Lance is the one with eagle eyes. If you ask him, he’ll find it in two minutes flat. Didn’t you say he was coming to check on you?”

“That’s the problem!” Pidge insists. “I could be looking for something for ten straight years, tearing a place apart from top to bottom, but you ask Lance for help and he finds it immediately. It makes me feel like an idiot — how does he even find things that fast? It doesn’t make sense!”

Hunk pats her back sympathetically. “I’m well aware it’s humbling, trust me. Once, at the Garrison, I had to do this research paper for my Aviation History class, right? And it was assigned by Illean.”

Pidge winces at the name. “God, fuck, Illean? That sucks, he’s such a hardass. I bet it was, like, fifteen pages at least.”

Hunk nods. “Yeah! It was eighteen pages, which I firmly believe he chose just to be a dick. Who the hell assigns eighteen pages? Anyway. The day before it was due, I went to go do some last minute editing, and I could not find the file. It was nowhere, and I looked. And I knew damn well I saved it, I even backed it up to the cloud, but I could not find it for the life of me. Obviously I panicked, but I was with another friend at the time and she offered to look, but she couldn’t find it either, which just made me panic more. Both of us looked for like twenty minutes, doing everything we could on my laptop. We employed every trick in the book, we must have hit ‘recover file’ like, 200 times. But the fucking paper had apparently never existed.”

Pidge looks at him with wide eyes. “God, that must have been horrifying! I never took his class, but Matt did, and once he asked for an extension and Illean yelled at him, in front of the whole damn class, until he cried. Fuck. Did you have to hand it in late?”

“I was in tears too, dude, I was so panicked, because if anyone raises their voice at me even a little I will immediately cry, and Illean yelling at me would probably have me hyperventilating. But after a half hour of panic, Lance came in from his programming class. He looked at the laptop for, and I am not exaggerating, twelve motherfucking seconds, and found it. I was so consumed by rage that the anxiety literally fled my body, it was wild. To this day I get a little scowly when I think about it.”

Despite herself and her situation, Pidge smiles. Hunk certainly has a way with words.

“So, yeah. I get the frustration,” Hunk continues. He looks at her pityingly. “But that bolt is really, really important, Pidge.” He puts a gentle hand on her shoulder. “If Lance can find it, it’s worth your pride. And you know he will.”

Pidge sighs, already resigned to her fate. She should have known what Hunk would say. She gets up slowly, trying to postpone the inevitable, looking forlornly at the door.

“Should I wait for him to come check on me and bring it up in casual conversation, or beat my remaining dignity to the ground and go find him now?” she ponders.

Hunk grimaces. “I cannot overstate how important that bolt is. I think you should kiss your dignity goodbye and bite the bullet.”

Pidge sighs again. “Yeah, okay.” She makes for the door, opening it with far less fervour than she had just a few minutes ago. “Goodbye, pride and dignity,” she announcs, dragging her feet. She pauses, looking back at Hunk, who had already gotten up to follow her. She gives him a look, playfully annoyed.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to witness my impending humiliation, but I should’ve known your drama-obsessed ass was coming already.”

Hunk shrugs, unrepentant. “Sorry, dude, I love it when you get humbled. It’s funny and I refuse to apologise for that.”

The two of them make their way down the hallway, Pidge nodding her head, conceding.

“Yeah, fair, it would be. I mean, it’s funny whenever it happens to you guys, at least –”

“Pidgey!”

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

“Hey, Lance,” Hunk greets, disproportionately excited. Pidge narrows her eyes at him but eventually sighs, turning to Lance.

“Hi, Lance,” she says dejectedly.

Lance looks hurt. Alarmed – there is literally nothing in the universe more depressing than Lance’s big brown doe eyes when he gets sad – Pidge rushes to correct her tone.

“No no no! I’m not upset to see you! I mean, I am a little –”

Lance’s face falls further. Hunk blinks at her.

“Dude,” he says incredulously.

Pidge throws her hands up, frazzled and a little panicked. “Sorry! Lance! I need your help to find something!”

“...Okay,” Lance says slowly. The hurt hasn’t quite faded from his expression, but at least now he looks more confused than anything. “What did you lose?”

Pidge sighs again, resigned. “The Turmingfiver bolt.”

Lance’s eyebrows reach his hairline. “The desperately important one that can’t currently be replaced?”

“That would be the bolt, yes.”

“Oh, well, at least you lost it just recently, right? Should be easier to find.”

There is a very loud silence from the Green Paladin.

“Pidge,” Lance says, tone flat, “please tell me you came for help the second you lost it.”

‘That’s not fair!” Pidge argues. “I freaked, okay? I tried looking for it first! I even cleaned my room! But it’s been three days, and I can’t find it, and I know if I ask you you’ll find it in like two minutes and I’ll look like an idiot! I am stressed, okay? I’m allowed to make one or two poor decisions!”

Lance softens immediately, wry grin up the corner of his mouth. The hurt has finally disappeared from his face, which is beyond relieving for everyone in the room. A hurt and sad Lance is depressing, but being the cause of that hurt is like cutting off your own hand – hurting him feels like a betrayal of yourself. Keith likes to joke that all they had to do to win the war was have Lance befriend Zarkon, then Zarkon would stop doing horrible things because Lance would be sad every time he did them. They all laugh, but Hunk is pretty sure he saw that plan written out as a last resort in Shiro’s ‘Alternate Plans If Everything Continues To Go To Shit’ binder.

“I’m not a superhero, Pidge,” Lance teases, “although I’m flattered you see me in that light.”

Pidge harrumphs, but doesn’t argue, which makes Lance grin more.

“I’m sure it will take me a couple hours to find it. You’ve been looking for days, right? And it’s a tiny little bolt?”

Pidge nods, hesitantly placated.

“Exactly! I’m sure I’ll have to look pretty hard. Let’s head to your room and look around a bit, okay?”

The three of them walk to Pidge’s room, Pidge explaining in detail the last time she had the bolt, what she was doing, and what it looked like. As they enter the room in question, Hunk raises his eyebrows, exchanging a glance with Lance. If this is Pidge’s room clean… yeesh. He doesn’t want to imagine what dirty looks like. There’s shit everywhere.

“Pidge, you can’t see the floor,” Hunk says, bewildered.

“I have a lot of important things!” she defends.

“Okay, damn. I was thinking that we were gonna find this bolt easily earlier, because you made it sound like your room was actually organised by, like, real standards, but I think even Lance might have trouble finding something in this mess. It’s not even like finding a needle in a haystack. It’s like finding a needle in a pile of needles. It’s like –”

“Found it!” chirps Lance, leaning over to pluck something from the ground. He holds out his hands, and – yep. A small, octagonal-headed neon green bolt, barely a centimetre long.

Pidge screams. Just a loud, wordless yell. Hunk bites his cheek harshly, doing everything he can to keep his laughter in check, but eventually he can hold it no longer and doubles over, losing it. He shakily turns over his wrist, and what he sees set him off again.

“Forty-two seconds,” he wheezes.

Pidge yells again, and Lance smirks a little. He was trying to hold it back, maybe to spare Pidge’s feelings, but seriously. It must be physically impossible not to feel a little gratified when you easily find something someone else has been looking for for days.

“This is ridiculous!” Pidge screeches. “I have been tearing my room apart for days! It, admittedly, is still cluttered beyond belief! The bolt is ridiculously small! How the fuck did you find it so quickly? I used a metal detector!”

Hunk, who had just started to calm himself down, loses it again.

“A fucking metal detector! I literally did everything that was possible to find the damn thing! And you waltz in here in under a minute, barely glance around, and you find it! Witchcraft! Sorcery! Black fucking magic! You are not of this realm!”

Lance snorts, walking over to Pidge and ruffing her hair before tucking the bolt in her clenched fist. “I just have a good eye, Pigeon. Don’t lose it this time.” He walks gracefully out of the room, presumably to go continue his rounds and check on the rest of the team.

Pidge shakes her head, huffing. She nudges Hunk with her foot, who had collapsed onto the ground at some point during his wheezefest.

“Are you done,” she demands.

Hunk sits up shakily, grinning at her. “That was the greatest thing I’ve ever seen. You got clowned. He found that so fucking fast.”

Pidge crosses her arms, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. It happens. Lance’s abilities are beyond the mortal scope of reality. That was unnatural.”

“Can’t deny you’re relieved, though,” Hunk points out, getting to his feet.

“God, yeah, you have no idea. Humiliating or not, holy shit. Feels like a huge weight is off my shoulders. My dignity was unfortunately worth it. You were right.”

Hunk slings an arm around her shoulders, leading her to the workshops. “Yep! Usually am. Now, let’s go finish that project, huh? We better use that bolt before you lose it again and I have to watch you get humbled again. Actually, you know what? Maybe you should lose it again. It was pretty funny. I wouldn’t mind a rerun.”

Pidge shoves him, but she’s grinning. “Yeah, yeah, shuddup. Let’s go attach this bolt to something so I never have to think about this again.”

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