Or Church Of Christ Too

SNEAK PEEK AT MY NEXT FIC.

In which Ava is raised by the OCS. Featuring Mama Bear Shannon, Cool Dad Mary, and Big Sis Lilith!

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The doors to the Cradle creak open as a solemn parade of Sister Warriors file in. Mother Superion stands front and center to greet them, lips drawn thin in a stern grimace as the body of Sister Clare is carried into the room and placed reverently on an exam table. Her cane clacks against the stone floor as she slowly makes her way closer, gently lifting the cloth to reveal the face of their recently deceased Halo Bearer. Carefully, she turns the body, brows pinching in confusion as she observes the circular wound to her back.

"Where is Sister Shannon?" she inquires, searching the faces of those congregated for that of their next in line. She knows something is remiss when none of them will give her a straight answer, avidly avoiding her eye as she stares expectantly.

Her cane cracks against the table. "Do not make me repeat myself a third time! Where is Sister Shannon? Where is our new Halo Bearer?"

Before any of the other Sisters can answer, the door pushes open a second time and a familiar voice calls out, "She's right here, Mother."

Mother Superion turns, watching as Mary enters, slowly followed by Sister Shannon.

"What is that?" she demands, pointing an accusing finger at the large bundle of cloth cradled in Shannon's arms. "What is the meaning of all this?"

Hesitantly, Shannon pulls back a portion of the cloth to reveal a child, her head tucked tightly against the nun's neck. "Mother, I can explain..." she begins, only to wince as she's harshly cut off.

"Explain what, exactly?" she asks, her voice sharp and grating. "Why have you brought a child into our sanctuary? And where is the Halo?"

"That's... what I need to explain," she replies, shifting the girl in her arms as she starts to stir. "A civilian was killed in the crossfire – her mother. One of the possessed we were chasing crashed his vehicle into theirs. Her mother was killed on impact and she herself was severely injured. She would have died–"

"No." Mother Superion's eyes are steely. "No," she says again. "Do not tell me that you did what I think you did!"

Her answer comes in the form of a flash of light, the distinct glow of the Halo radiating through the layers of impromptu blanket as the little girl startles awake. Mary steps forward, laying a comforting hand against her back as Shannon gently rocks her in her arms, shushing her quietly as she begins to cry.

"Mother Superion," Shannon murmurs, "This... this is Ava. The Halo chose her and... she is our new Bearer."

having a job is very weird bcos by and large your coworkers will be a variety of ages and you will not all be at the same stage of life. your coworker will be like, well I’m off home to spend time with my husband & child, what are you going to do with your evening? and you’re like, well, I plan on playing Rollercoaster Tycoon for as much as it as possible

Lena: Up until I was 25, I thought the only response to “I love you” was “oh crap.”

“kill them with kindness” Wrong. CURSE OF RA 𓀀 𓀁 𓀂 𓀃 𓀄 𓀅 𓀆 𓀇 𓀈 𓀉 𓀊 𓀋 𓀌 𓀍 𓀎 𓀏 𓀐 𓀑 𓀒 𓀓 𓀔 𓀕 𓀖 𓀗 𓀘 𓀙 𓀚 𓀛 𓀜 𓀝 𓀞 𓀟 𓀠 𓀡 𓀢 𓀣 𓀤 𓀥 𓀦 𓀧 𓀨 𓀩 𓀪 𓀫 𓀬 𓀭 𓀮 𓀯 𓀰 𓀱 𓀲 𓀳 𓀴 𓀵 𓀶 𓀷 𓀸 𓀹 𓀺 𓀻 𓀼 𓀽 𓀾 𓀿 𓁀 𓁁 𓁂 𓁃 𓁄 𓁅 𓁆 𓁇 𓁈 𓁉 𓁊 𓁋 𓁌 𓁍 𓁎 𓁏 𓁐 𓁑 𓀄 𓀅 𓀆

"are you okay" girl i am on ao3 looking for fanfiction from my comfort ship when i was 12 what do you think

‘tomboy’ literally was just parent code for ‘awwww this child is gay, now lets never address it and hope it goes away before it stops being cute’ like if you were a tomboy child im sorry

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Track: ‘Soldiers’ - Otherwise

Wolffe didn’t understand what was happening when Plo Koon was suddenly handing him his lightsaber. And he still couldn’t quite put the pieces together when he noticed Cody go flying through the air under Padawan Tano’s guiding force. But he definitely understood the tightness of fear in his chest when Rex and Cody ran directly at the Sith Lord who had just beaten one of the strongest Jedi he knew to exist.

“Son,” Plo Koon's voice cut through Wolffe's fear, a sense of calm in his storm, and dragged Wolffe back to the Kel Dor and his offered saber. “Your family needs you.”

Wolffe's world shifted to an odd halt as he considered what was happening. Thoughts that haunted him flooded through him, bit at the edges of his mind with doubt. What was he going to do? What could he ever do?

Wolffe has felt useless before, has lost everything in an instant. He has watched his brothers die often enough to wade constantly in hopelessness. And he remembers fruitlessly hugging his brothers close when they were all just cadets, wishing for an option other than the trials for war. There were so many times Wolffe, the supposed strong and intimidating commander he was, had only felt pointless and worthless. So many times he had cried to the galaxy to give them all something to hope for, something to make all the pain worth it.

And yet, Wolffe realized in a bright instant, he always had it. In his stillness he remembered how Plo Koon called him son, and meant it as much as Wolffe did calling Plo his Buir. How after each battle he would come back to the 104th and be greeted with just as much warmth from his brothers as respect, finding strength in each other. That at the end of the day, it was his family that had always kept him fighting, striving to stay hopeful and survive. It always had been and always will be his family that makes this life worth living, and he would do anything and everything to keep it that way.

Wolffe locked eyes with Plo Koon for a moment just long enough to convey everything he knew the Jedi could already see clearly. And as the world came crashing back to him he took the saber without an ounce of hesitation. 

Every time I see Lana I say very quietly to myself “Let’s go lesbians”

jace and aegon look exactly like their mothers

aemond and lucerys are their fathers sons