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Buttercup (Invincible)

Author’s note: as someone who lost my mom, I had to write for full mask mark losing his mom. Different circumstances, but still has grief all the same

Warnings: Death, grief

(Technically a short story for the Invincible AVRP AU but can be read by itself)

Characters: Full Mask Mark Grayson, Debbie Grayson

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“Mama!” His high pitched child voice squeaks out, running to her with open arms as if he forgot she was there with him. She smiles wider as he kneels down to his level, opening her arms wide. He giggles and crashes full force into her, knowing that she will always be there to catch him, to break his fall. He laughs as she hums “woah!” At his enthusiasm to ses her. She lifts him up into her arms, wrapping them around his tiny body to make sure he’s secure. Nothing will hurt him.

“Look mama!” He hands her the flower, and she gasps and takes it from his delicate hands.

“Woah, thank you, sweetie.” He beams at the praise.

“Do you know what flower this is?” He shakes his head in return.

“This is a buttercup, if you hold it under your chin and your chin is yellow it means you like butter” he gasps in return and lets his mother hold it under his chin.

“Oh, looks like someone likes butter” she teases and lightly tickles his tummy. He giggles in response before chuckling out, “now you try mama!”

She hums and holds it under her chin with a smile, the buttercup glowing a yellow hue under her chin, “is my chin yellow”

He gasps and nods, like this is some sort of witchcraft he’s never seen before.

“Let’s go see if your dad likes butter” Mark cheers as she lets him down, holding the buttercup as his tiny legs run to his dad.

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“Do you remember that, mom? After that I have always picked you a buttercup or two on Mother’s Day until I was able to buy my own flowers. Always of a yellow variety though, it has to be in theme,” he chuckles weakly before talking again, “Happy Mother’s Day, Mom”

Mark pressed a soft kiss to her temple, as tears dropped onto her pale skin. He pulls away, as he stares at her lifeless body. He can’t let go though, they haven’t had enough time together. They never got to go on a mother-son vacation, she will never see him have children, she will never get to even reach the age of 60. In his head, he hopes by some miracle she will gasp for air again, but he’s tried all he could. CPR didn’t even work but crushed her ribs.

He carried her over to the couch, hugging her close and he pulled a blanket over her. He doesn’t want her to get cold, she always hated the cold. Out during sunny days was what she loved. The yellow lilies, daffodils and buttercups were wilted on the floor, the water spilling, the vase shattered.

He runs a hand over her cheek, feeling her body slowly get cooler. He clenches his teeth, thinking of all the times she said I love you, and he wished he said them back. Or the times he would rush out of the house to play at a friend’s house and she looked disappointed that he didn’t stay to eat her cooking. Or when he would play with his dad more than her. What if she hates him for that? He’s sure hating himself right now for that.

He hums a tune to an old song they used to play in the car as he braids her hair. He knows she’s dead, even if he doesn’t want to accept it, but she deserves to look beautiful even after she lives.

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“Mama?”

Debbie turns, she hadn’t heard Mark use that name in a while. He looks in shock, on the verge of tears, and he wraps her in an almost crushing hug- literally.

“Mark?! What’s gotten into you? We had dinner together yesterday. Are you happy to see me?” She chuckles it off.

“Mom, oh god- I want you to know I love you, you mean the world to me. You raised me better than this” He rambles as his voice quivers, his eyes watering and ready to overflow.

“Mark? Seriously, what’s wrong?”

“I got you these”

He hands her a bouquet of lilies, daffodils and buttercups, with specks of dirt on them like he found them and pulled them from the dirt himself.

“Happy Mother’s Day, Mama…”

TW for canon typical invincible violence but Me when bad dads and Adrienne lenker

My Linzin song went from "Mr. Loverman" by Ricky Montgomery to "APT" by ROSÉ & Bruno Mars real quick… 😂

Clearly, I’m unstable… but hey, it is my birthday month, so yeah! HAHAHA

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH~

Hannibal - Bedelia’s point of view by FuriarossaAndMimma

this is how the italy arc SHOULD’VE happened 🫡

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apologies this is messier than usual and not Quite my regular style but enjoy regardless

drawn on procreate!

🌿[AU Linzin Kids]🌿

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Suyin always wanted to fix her situation with Lin because she hoped that when she married Tenzin and they started a family she could be part of that.

It didn't happen as is, but now she can enjoy being an aunt without having to share her sister and nephews with anyone.

Bro, this is so cuteee

Lin: You want to dance?

Tenzin: With You?

Lin: Yeah?

Tenzin: YES!

This is an old art, I did it a few months ago and I thought I would bring it🤭

We have a party where all the couples are dancing, Aang with Katara remembering old times, Sokka trying to guide Toph (who is getting the better of her nerves) and Zuko and Suki in the background, who have strengthened their relationship over the years.

The big kids have gone to do their things and only Tenzin and Lin are left, she sees how much he wants to dance and offers herself in a friendly way... And Tenzin processes, he doesn't know it but he's been sunk since then.

Lin Beifong is the Batman of her universe. No arguments.

not enough aang and gyatso out there...

Just be real, it saves everyone’s time.

Kalimat itu membantu saya untuk tegas berkata iya jika memang iya, dan berkata tidak jika memang tidak. Sebab tidak enakan membunuh kita perlahan-lahan.

Lebih baik be real, jadi kita apa adanya. Dan itu menghemat waktu semua orang.

Mungkin yang seperti ini tidak cocok bagi seorang politisi yang mesti menentukan timing paling cocok agar bisa berkoalisi atau oposisi.

Tapi buat orang-orang ngga enakan seperti saya, ternyata lebih nyaman dan melegakan jika ngomong saja langsung di depan.

Ada pepatah bahasa Arab, "fii sharahah, raahah", dalam keterusterangan, ada istirahat sebenarnya.

Memang sulit. Saya juga masih harus belajar. Tapi saya makin merasakan bahwa ternyata orang juga suka dengan terus terang. Ia jadi merasa lega dan tak ada dinding tebal keraguan.

no matter the struggles there is always ao3 in bed

Standing alone: Why I love Lin Beifong

(Spoilers, a very long piece of personal opinions and interpretations, ahead)

Let’s talk about Lin Beifong. And it’s kind of impossible to talk about Lin Beifong without talking about “LinZin”, but that’s the point. I remember her from way back in Season 1 Episode 6, “And the winner is”, when Lin’s voice and eyes soften when she tells Tenzin they are helping each other out at the Pro-Bending finals “like old times”. What a contrast that was, from the anger and coldness we saw from her before. I remember Lin asking Tenzin not to turn back when she jumps onto the Equalist airship for a battle to the death, all so Tenzin’s family has a chance to escape. I remember Lin turning her battle of words with Su to a real battle when Su flippantly brought up Tenzin in their argument. I know everyone has their own interpretation of the show, but I always thought it’s so painfully obvious that Lin hasn’t moved on from Tenzin, and I love LoK for showing us that despite all this, Lin can survive. 

There are too many stories – books, movies, TV shows – that focus on people finding the one, the one true love of their life, who will make their life and happiness complete. But what if the world doesn’t work like that? What if the world didn’t miraculously pair us all off for a happy ending? What are the stories of those people who end up alone for one reason or another? 

I love the “LinZin” story because it’s one of those stories. As far as I can tell, Lin’s separation from Tenzin was not rooted in a lack of love but differences in what they wanted in a future together. Tenzin wanted children. Lin didn’t. Perhaps they have always loved each other, but they won’t be happy together. In the end, they separated to pursue their own paths, and it doesn’t feel fair because Tenzin ends up with the family and Airbender legacy he wanted but Lin is still alone after all these years. And the loneliness bothers Lin. Lin, who withstood having her face scarred and her bending removed with determinedly dry eyes, broken down in tears when Korra reminds her that she is still a bitter, lonely woman. Although that happened during the “Metal Clan” episode, and the loneliness likely referred to Lin’s relationship with her family as well as her past with Tenzin, the fact still stands – Lin is alone, and she doesn’t really want to be. 

Unlike your typical relationship storyline, Lin’s romantic journey doesn’t end with Lin and Tenzin choosing their relationship over everything and everyone else, nor is about Lin resenting Tenzin for finding happiness with Pema, and nor is it about Lin finding love with someone else. It ends with Lin and Tenzin rekindling a friendship that probably defined their childhood, with the children of heroes becoming heroes in their own right, with two platonic friends fighting side by side to save the world. Lin chooses justice, kindness, and not to sacrifice the sense of self she held onto even as it drove her and Tenzin apart. Lin can bear the pain of losing a love, not by denying love or repeating it, but taking the best of it – the understanding, empathy, and camaraderie – and make something good out of that. Even though it takes a long time, Lin finds a place in the world despite her heartbreak. Maybe she will always feel the heartbreak in some parts of her, bur Lin’s life carries on in a meaningful, positive manner, even as she stands alone.   

(Toph and Suyin are no less pivotal figures in Lin’s story, but this post is getting too long as it is.) 

I love Lin’s story because in the end, it ends well even though it isn’t perfect. Her relationship with Tenzin is such a big part of her, yet she has to brave the emptiness and bitterness of being without him. She seems to have so much less, compared to Tenzin. She seems to have it so much harder, compared to Suyin. She ends up alone not because she wants to be alone, but because she didn’t find the right person with whom to share her life. Many villains in fiction have turned to the dark side for less.  And yet for all the horrible hands fate has dealt her, Lin comes out a hero. 

It takes strength to accept and bear the pain that will inevitably enter into our lives. It takes strength to stand alone in a world that focuses so much on the idea of romance and love. But that’s the kind of strength that helps Lin find peace in the world, and I think that’s the kind of strength that allows Lin the clarity to make decisions that make her a hero. 

Vincent van Gogh, Ever Yours: The Essential Letters

Random TLOK Rant

warning: yes, this looks horrible. no, i do know grammar. yes, i can't bother to fix this mess. and yes, i'm probably not making sense. and no, i've never experienced this issue myself and i'm not claiming to an expert. these are just my two cents on the matter.

i think the creators of tlok really missed an opportunity to depict people with mixed races. like, it's weird how tenzin is the only one among aang and katara's kids who wears orange and kya is the only one who wears blue. honestly, i was sorta disappointed when i saw that their clothes matched their bending-colours and stereotypical ethnic colours. kya wears blue cuz she's a waterbender and she looks like her mom. tenzin wears orange cuz he's an airbender and he's not brown?? (don't know how else to put it). then there's bumi. why does he wear red for most of the time until harmonic convergence? why didn't he wear either of his parents' colours. speaking of which, why does he wear orange only after becoming an airbender. is identifying with your parent's culture without being a bender of their element forbidden in this universe? it stings worse after realising that the harmony-restoration-movement thing in the comics was against this sort of segregation. that people born into interracial families don't have just one race that they can identify with. all of this reminds of encanto, honestly. i once read this post (prolly on tumblr, lol) discussing the fact that pepa looks lighter-skinned and 'whiter' then either of her siblings. don't remember the middle but the concluding statement was that pepa is just as indigenous as her siblings, despite her genes making her look otherwise. back to tlok, tenzin is just as much southern water tribe as kya, kya is just as much air nomad and bumi is equally both. if there is gonna be any continuation of the avatar universe, i wanna see mixed characters struggling to balance both their parents' cultures despite inheriting one or neither of their bending.

Eid Mubarak to all of you who are celebrating. I know it's hard to get in the spirit this year as so many Palestinians spend their Eid starving and in tents but I hope your Eid is full of peace and love. May we see a free Palestine by next Eid.

if we should protect children because they are vunerable, this means you would protect cruel children who bullies people who different than them then. the children who responsible to trauma for someone else's entire years

You're assuming that "protecting" children is the same as absolving them of responsibility and that's not what I said. All children are vulnerable, because all children are children; they don't come out of the womb with a perfectly working moral compass anymore than they come out of it waiting to hurt people--they're vulnerable because their understanding of the world is entirely at the mercy of what we, as adults, consistently tell them and show them. Children behaving cruelly aren't exempt from that--they learn that cruelty from somewhere, or someone. Your job, as the adult, is to make sure they understand that it's unacceptable so it will not happen again--but your job is also to ask why someone that young is behaving this way to begin with, so you can ensure they become better.

"Protecting" kids is not ignoring when they hurt or torment others, it's not refusing to teach them consequences or right from wrong, it's not "zero tolerance" policies in schools that treat a child being bullied and the child bullying them as equal instigators, and it's certainly not protecting them from recognizing, and atoning for, the pain they have caused someone else. You don't have to make peace with the now-adults who hurt you when you both were kids, but you cannot let the horrors of your own childhood impact how you treat or respond to the children living theirs around you right now, either.

You don't protect kids so they can get a free pass for bullying or tormenting another child. You protect them because kids are impulsive, emotionally reactive, and profoundly social (which means deeply impressionable) human beings who are still learning & processing insane amounts of information every day about what it means to be alive, to be alive as yourself, to be alive as yourself with other people. Protecting them is realising that you can't isolate the responsibility of a 10 year old from the bigger responsibility of the literal grown adults around them, adults who are in charge of teaching them about the world and how to behave in it. Whether you have children of your own in the future or not is completely irrelevant to this; we all become those adults eventually--no matter what happened to us as kids.

forever in awe of people who pay attention. people who wait for you while you tie your shoes while the others have walked away. when they continue listening intently while the rest of the group stopped listening. noticing your moments of silence when everyone else hasn’t. “this made me think of you” noticing things you never even noticed about yourself. people who say “text me when you get home safe.” people who make you laugh until you cry. childhood friends who keep in touch. people with genuine intentions. people who are soft when the world has given them every opportunity to turn hard. the “let’s get ice cream” at 3am friend. the turn up the music in the car and sing friend. people whose actions match their words. people who make the world feel less chaotic. kindred spirits. the trustworthy and honest. hard workers. good listeners. clear communicators. people who love you for who you are. people who don’t ask you to be anything other than yourself. people who choose you. people who stay.

love is a downfall (and yet,)

love of the wolf – hélène cixous (tr. keith cohen) // the union of souls – max zabinsky // il bacio – francesco hayez // monster movie – nicola maye goldberg // the confession – frank dicksee // i set it in stone – venetta octavia // paolo e francesca – gaetano previati // it's a circus and we all paid to be here – ashe vernon // monseigneur love – thomas cooper gotch // the affliction – marie howe

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ISRAELI OCCUPATION FORCES MURDER PALESTINIAN JOURNALIST'S MOTHER DURING AL-SHIFA RAID IN GAZA

📹 Palestinian journalist Muhammad Quraiqea tells the story of how he searched for and found his sick mother who was killed while sleeping in the Maternity Ward during the Israeli occupation's raid of Al-Shifa Medical Complex, in the Al-Rimal neighborhood of Gaza City recently.

According to countless reports, hundreds of civilians were murdered during the Zionist raid of Al-Shifa, including women and children, some who were found handcuffed and summarily executed under suspicion of belonging to Resistance groups, while others were murdered even without such suspicions.

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@WorkerSolidarityNews

i get it last night. But don’t sleep too much because i end up tired when i woke up.

Barnard Bulletin, New York, November 22, 1938

"At least 27 children have died because of dehydration and malnutrition in the Northern Gaza Strip. These tragic and horrific deaths are man-made, predictable and entirely preventable." -UNRWA

me, having iftar on my workplace a bit late and still groaning make me felt like this when i see this picture

photo by hind khoudary