Happy Pride!!! ATLA??

shanastoryteller:

Zuko was a firebending master by the time he was eleven. Not like Azula was, all dizzying new moves, and terrifying tricks, but something – deeper. More basic. He knew exactly how to control the fire under his skin and on it. If he couldn’t do the flashiest or strongest moves – well, he had this, at least, an intimacy with fire he wouldn’t trade for anything. 

This means when his father presses a flaming hand to his face, Zuko doesn’t stop him, but he doesn’t take it either. He directs the heat of the flames from his face to the rest of his body and subtly into the floor. 

When Ozai pulls his hand back, Zuko is unharmed. 

Well. Physically. 

marauders4evr:

15-underscores:

ihsnamih:

I love how casually knowledgeable Ronald Weasley is, talking facts, including the year and the venue

like that.

Charlie studied dragons. Ron isn’t just casually knowledgeable, he takes an interest in his brothers’ hobbies

I’ll bet it wasn’t just an interest. In fact, I’ll bet those exact words were repeated in the Weasley household on a weekly, if not daily, basis.

“But Mum, my mate’s cousin’s sister’s uncle has the egg just ready to go and honestly, who better to take care of things than us, because after all—?”

“Dragon breeding was outlawed by the Warlocks’ Convention of 1709, Charlie!”

“Dad, seriously, the guy in the alleyway was practically begging me to take the egg and I mean—”

“Dragon breeding was outlawed by the Warlocks’ Convention of 1709, Charlie!”

“Good morning, family, let’s say I managed to convert my bedroom into a habitat suitable for a Chinese Fireball, wouldn’t that show that I’m respons—”

“Dragon breeding was outlawed by the Warlocks’ Convention of 1709, Charlie!”

It’s just on a gigantic af poster in the middle of the Burrow’s kitchen. Hanging right there above the tea kettle: 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤’ ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝟙𝟟𝟘𝟡, ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕖!

It just wasn’t mentioned because it wasn’t relevant to Harry’s journey.

I love your writing and all of these short fics you do! For Pride: Percy Jackson or Harry Potter

shanastoryteller:

a continuation of x

When Tiffany opens her big yellow eyes to kill Tom Riddle and save the world from all the things he plans to do, she resigns herself to another thousand years alone, to another thousand years of eating rats and missing her beloved Salazar. 

Instead, within the very same century, another boy makes his way into her chamber.

He speaks her tongue and puts her scales and convinces one of the house elves to bring her fresh meat from the kitchens. He says that his mom is going to be so mad, but it she’d just let him get a pet snake, none of this would have happened, so it’s really not his fault.

Tiffany loves Harry Potter utterly. He reminds her of Salazar.

captainkirkk:

captainkirkk:

I’m kind of disappointed that so much Firelord!Zuko content seems to be about how he’s on the verge of falling apart, and how the nation doesn’t respect him and his ministers won’t cooperate with him, and he’s separated from the gaang

And that’s not untrue. Zuko has to run a government that was, a few months ago, ready and willing to burn the rest of the world to ash, and that’s a serious burden to bear, but it’s not hopeless. This is a new time of peace. A new dawn. Where are all my pieces that focus on peace and growth? About Zuko fostering friendly alliances? About Zuko leading by example?

A servant accidentally drops a serving platter of roast duck during a ball. The juice splatters a noble woman’s gown. She backhands the servant across the face and her husband is calling for punishment and people are watching as though it’s some kind of show, because this is the way it is in the palace. Until, that is, the Firelord steps forward and helps the servant to his feet. Zuko asks the shaking man if he is alright. He calls for another servant to help clean up the mess. He tells the noblewoman in a tight voice that she, nor anyone else in these walls, will not raise a violent hand to anyone under his care

Zuko is walking through a city courtyard as he speaks with the Mayor when a young child waddles up and tugs at Zuko’s golden-hemmed robes, curious at the way they catch the light. The guards rush forward and the boy’s parents fall over themselves to offer apologies and beg for forgiveness, and Zuko bends down and picks the child up under the arms, and settles him on his hip. The child reaches for his gold crown settled in his topknot and Zuko laughs and gently pushes his hands away. He gives the boy back to his parents, and says, “There’s no need to apologise. Curiosity is a valuable trait in a young boy. You should encourage his curiosity for life.” And then he sweeps away with the Mayor in tow, as though nothing is amiss, as though his gentle smile and understanding words didn’t rattle these two townspeople more than a reprimand every would

Zuko shifting the nation’s priority away from militarisation, while trying to create new jobs for displaced people, jobs that will help his nation recover. Zuko implementing a new curriculum in schools. Zuko consulting with all kinds of people, like Iroh and Aang, yes, but also other nobles, and common people, and foreign dignitaries, and historical and cultural experts. Zuko bringing culture back to the Fire Nation.

Zuko struggling with his famous temper, but working every single day to be the kind of leader his people can put their trust in. A Firelord that doesn’t strike fear into his people, the people he’s dedicated to protecting. A Firelord that’s very different to his forefathers, who decimated entire cultures, who burned the faces of their sons and cast them out for speaking out of turn.

Zuko being kind and patient. Zuko working hard but slowly, over time, earning the trust and love of his people.

Now with complete fic! On AO3:

the beginning of a new and brighter birth 

professorsparklepants:

chucktaylorupset:

professorsparklepants:

professorsparklepants:

Can we have a Harry Potter AU where Regulus Black is the Death Eater spy turned potions master instead of Snape?

I can’t believe I only JUST realized all the comedy potential that is Sirius showing up to kill Peter 3rd year and finding his supposedly evil brother working at Hogwarts and having civil conversations with Remus about Harry’s grades

Please let this be after a full year of awkwardness of Regulus working with his evil brother’s ex

Sirius and Regulus are both convinced they’re the good brother

potofsoup:

archeralli:

a weak and tortured bucky making sure steve gets to safety first

It’s because Bucky has a habit of letting Steve go first.

—–

1) Always let Steve go first up the stairs, so that you can keep an eye on him.  It’s easier to count Steve’s breaths and notice when Steve’s heart does that thing that makes him stop and shake.  Much easier to stop and pretend to tie your shoes while you wait, worried, than to realize 2 flights too late that Steve’s no longer with you. 

Later: Your limbs are sore and numb from being strapped to a table for 2 days and you’re pretty sure you haven’t eaten and the entire base might be exploding, but when Steve says “let’s go up,” you tell him to go first.

——-

2) Steve’s walk was mostly normal, though he swung his hips in a certain way to compensate for his scoliosis, and that put a special cadence to his stride that you unconsciously match. Even without Steve around you would twist your hip back before swinging your leg forward.  Twist, swing, twist, swing.

Later: Steve is leading the way through the forest, and you’re finally used to his height and broad shoulders and that dumb shield, but something still feels wrong.  Somehow your pace doesn’t quite match, and you can’t figure out why.

——-

3) Colors don’t work the same with Steve, so always describe unfamiliar objects by their shape and relative location, like that square window past the third door on the left, or the man wearing that unseasonably long coat standing in the corner by the garbage can.

Later: The boys are singing in the other room and you’re at the bar with Steve, trying very hard to get drunk because of course you’ll follow Steve into whatever but that doesn’t mean you have to do it sober.  “Steve,” you whisper, “Check out that lady by the door, next to that short thin guy who has his shirt open.“  Steve looks over.  “The one in the red dress?  That’s Miss Carter.“  You can’t decide what surprises you more – that Steve can see red now, or that he knows her name.  So you decide you need another drink.

——-

4) When walking down a narrow dark alleyway always stay on the right, because Steve’s bad ear makes the right side feel blind to him (though damn if Steve’d ever admit that).  On broad open streets, switch to Steve’s left side, so that Steve could hear you better through the noise.

Later: Dum-Dum gives you a weird look as you line up to charge into a Hydra base.  “Why won’t you take the left flank for a change?“  You start explaining Steve’s bad ear before you remember that he’s not that Steve any more, and that Captain America doesn’t have a bad ear.

——-

5) Stuff in your left pockets are for Steve: the asthma cigarettes that Steve could never afford, a dime for that popcorn that Steve likes, tickets for whatever shindig you’re trying to drag Steve along to. Sometimes you put things there for Steve and totally forget about it, like extra paper and a spare pencil in case Steve wants to doodle.  The left side always belongs to Steve.

Later: Steve is awfully quiet by the campfire.  You sit down by his good ear and reach into your left pocket.  “Hey,” you say, pulling out a news clipping about the war front that featured a lovely photo of Miss Carter.  “You read this yet?  They think Morita’s a Japanese defector, but the section on Dernier is priceless.”

—————

Still later:

Report on the Winter Soldier reset procedures

After the latest test run, only the following anomalies remain:

A) The asset tends to hug the right walls and not the left, and hesitates for 30 microseconds before climbing stairs.  However, he does not hesitate when scaling walls or ladders.

B) When walking unopposed the asset has a characteristic and identifiable stride, which is dropped when he is making a covered approach.  

C) The asset communicates via relative locations, often omitting crucial color information.  However, he can be commanded to describe the colors of any object in impressive detail.

D) When dressing himself, the asset keeps his knives exclusively on his right side, and his left pockets are underutilized.  This may be an effect of continued unfamiliarity with the new left arm.

After extensive field testing, we have determined that these anomalies do not impede the asset from completing his missions, and declare the reset process complete.

——————

(Some habits linger, even when the person is gone.)

[basically the textual partner to the colorblindness comic] [Steve-angst sequel here, happy resolution pseudo-sequel here]

[The rest of my Captain America stuff]

[and now with colorblindness commentary]

ajax-daughter-of-telamon:

canonicalmomentum:

ajax-daughter-of-telamon:

So if curative fandom fought transformative fandom, who would win?

curative fandom makes an enormously detailed case with hundreds of citations for why they would win.

tranformative fandom produces emotionally compelling accounts of just about every possible outcome of the fight and then some. most of the stories end in sloppy makeouts.

curative fandom reads these stories, and starts wondering…

transformative fandom reads the detailed case that curative fandom has made and works it into their stories. curative fandom is delighted that their hard work is being read and used.

curative fandom experiments with writing fanfic. their work is dry and sometimes gets bogged down minutia, but it stands out as different. they are encouraged by kudos and positive comments, and start trying out new interpretations of the characters and events of the fight they laid out.

transformative fandom has a go at summarising and breaking down the fight for new and old readers. the casual humour of their presentation, and focus on character tropes over the details of the fight, is strangely compelling to curative fandom.

one day transformative fandom shyly approaches curative fandom. would you go out with me, says transformative fandom.

curative fandom has been imagining this moment a lot. they have precisely delineated every scenario and how it leads to their victory. but they have no idea what to do.

awkwardly, they say yes. they go to see a movie together.

afterwards they are both overwhelmed with excitement. they argue about what the movie got wrong. they both agree: it sucked!

let’s fix it, says transformative fandom.

…ok, says curative fandom.

they work on a fanfic together. curative fandom makes sure it all hangs together, perfect to the lore, and after a while suggests changes to the characterisation. transformative fandom develops the story arcs, and the shipping, and starts offering different interpretations, and pointing out connections that curative fandom missed.

they publish their fanfic. it’s popular! there’s argument in the comments about what they got wrong. curative fandom wants to shut them down, but transformative fandom jumps in to suggest writing more fanfiction with the other interpretations. soon their fic has a thick cluster of fic of its own, and they complicate it by writing fic of fic of their fic. curative fandom is getting a headache, but then transformative fandom suggests they set up a meta-timeline and work out all the different details, and they take to it with gusto.

the fanfics start crossing over and cross-pollinating, but through curative fandom’s efforts, consistency is maintained. curative fandom maintains a detailed wiki provides newcomers with directions and places to start, and takes care of keeping the tags and ship names and AUs consistent.

one day, curative fandom is reading one of transformative fandom’s old fics about their supposed battle. they’re blushing.

what are you reading, says transformative fandom. curative fandom sends them the link.

oh my god what was i thinking this is so bad! says transformative fandom. no no no says curative fandom. i really like it. especially the scene when Curie kisses Tran in the submarine. i had so many feels!

wait what did i just say, says curative fandom.

no go on, says transformative fandom, edging closer. tell me what you liked about that scene.

well, says curative fandom. you got it so right, that’s exactly how they would kiss, I love how you included the detail about Curie’s missing tooth. most authors would forget that. but i was just… i was so happy for curie. they finally got to be with tran, even though it was forbidden and could only happen in a submarine!

transformative fandom smiles. curative fandom looks at them.

oh. says curative fandom.

AND THEN THEY SMOOCH THE END

This is the best thing that could have happened to my post!!

reioka:

feelingsinwinter:

blackstarising:

imagine thor teasing jane with their son after he’s born

‘this baby, i like it’

THOR, DON’T

@reioka

OKAYBUTWHATABOUT:

Their son is a toddler now. He crawls around and chews on toys that Jane doesn’t understand but Thor insists that he played with them as a child. Their son looks up at them and grins and babbles in his baby talk.

Thor looks at Jane, amused. “This baby, I like it!”

Jane looks at Thor, coffee cup cradled between her hands, and she gently, hopefully asks, “Another?”

Thor nearly falls out of his chair but he fervently agrees to have another baby with her, and falls even more in love with her quiet, private smile that she hides with her coffee mug, but the mug can’t hide the smiling, crinkled corners of her eyes.

a tossed coin (spinning on the edge)

aslightstep:

Post Infinity War, slightly OOC Nebula because I have no idea how to write her. IW didn’t really inspire a lot of ideas for me in terms of fic, but as I was discussing it with doux-amer, part of this came about, so I finished it up. Very rough.


“What would you have done?” he asks. Nebula doesn’t look at him, doesn’t even blink. “With the Gauntlet?”

They are ten jumps away from Earth, or so she’s told him. They are five days out from Titan. (Five days out from apocalypse, and here he sits, flying through space on a dead man’s ship named after an 80′s rock singer with an honest to god cyborg to his left. It’s the perfect set-up for Tony to wake up at any moment. 

But he doesn’t.)

Nebula is quiet for a long moment. Nebula is quiet in general – the most she’s ever spoken to him in one go is to tell him exactly how and why Peter Parker had faded away from his hands – but there is something pensive to her silence, so he waits.

“Destroyed Thanos,” she says after a moment, so flat and determined, no question. “Destroyed him and his ship and his ‘children.’“

“Aren’t you his kid?” Tony asks. 

“I was,” she answers simply. Tony doesn’t know what to make of that, but he doesn’t ask. He got his answer, sparse as it was. He settles back into his chair and doesn’t watch the stars go past.

They’re between jumps. Nebula is hesitant to put him through too many at once, something about his puny human body being unable to take the strain. On these first few stretches of time between hops, they would drift near planets and Nebula would flip the outbound communicator on. He thinks she was hoping to hear of one planet that was unscathed, proof that Thanos’ power wasn’t absolute, but every broadcast was panicked, hurried, alien words tripping over themselves. After a while, she stopped listening.

Earth had no one to broadcast to. They were alone in their terror and anguish. And Tony is returning to bring back more. Would May Parker still exist, wondering where her son was? Would Wong be holding the Sanctum for a man who wasn’t coming back? 

Was Pepper still there? Happy? Rhodey? Vision or Harley or Bruce or Nat or –

What if Steve was gone, too?

(What if the last thing the Avengers ever did was tear each other to pieces?)

He had persuaded Nebula to pilot him to Earth with the promise of other heroes who could help her take the fight to Thanos. There was a fifty-fifty chance that any one of them still remained. 

Heads or tails.

“What would you have done?” Nebula asks abruptly, and it takes a minute for his brain to catch up. She still isn’t looking at him.

“Before?” Tony muses. “I don’t know. I had an infinity stone in my grasp before and that didn’t end well for anybody, so I’d like to think I’d just lock it up in a vault, maybe split the stones.” Maybe he’d fix his heart first, maybe he’d end world hunger, maybe he’d – maybe he’d – “I don’t know. Now, though? Now I – I just want Peter back.”

“The child.” It is not a question. Tony nods.

He’d want Pepper safe of course. His team. He’d want the Earth back, six billion plus with all their misery and hope. But Peter is still under his fingernails, in his clothes. 

(Peter was barely seventeen.)

Nebula hesitates. For a moment he thinks she’s spotted something, but her eyes slide towards him, never meeting his own but fixing on his hands. “There was a moment,” she says haltingly. “Gamora offered me a chance to join her and her crew. I refused. I was going to defeat Thanos, and she just wanted to be happy. I didn’t want her holding me back. If I wore the gauntlet now, I would not ressurect my sister. I would go back to that moment, and I would say yes.”

Tony thinks of a dozen lost moments then, a cold bunker, a glassed room, a handshake in a park. But his mind stutters on a green lawn, a man in red and blue in his rearview mirror. 

“Together,” he breathes. It tastes like ashes.

“Yes,” Nebula whispers back, and he doesn’t mention the tears in her voice. 

It’s almost time for the next jump. Ten more, and they’ll be home. Fifty-fifty, he tells himself. Steve’s done more with less.