gifted

1.  Huey Duck ; ducktales 2017  2.  Donatello ; teenage mutant ninja turtles ( all media ) 3.  Wirt ; over the garden wall  4.  Toph Bei-Fong ; avatar: the last airbender  5.  Hiccup Haddock ; how to train your dragon ( all media ) 6.  Pearl ; steven universe   7.  Snufkin ; moomins ( all media ) 8.  Raven ; teen titans 9.  Chip ; chip and dale: rescue rangers 10. Pidge ; voltron: legendary defenders

( I only did cartoons because I didn’t want to think too much about it lol )

“Huey!”

Boyd’s hand was raised as if he’d been about to knock on the door, but both it and his smile dropped at Huey’s concern. Dang it, he’d really hoped that he hadn’t seen that. 

“Uh, yeah, I’m alright,” he said, rubbing his arm. “I think I might’ve just flown a little too fast and overexerted my rockets. Nothing to be too worried about!”

Except for the idea that his systems could be corrupted again, and Boyd felt his insides twist painfully at the thought. Along with the fact that if there was something wrong with him, then he would have to visit Dr. Gearloose for repairs. A visit that Boyd wasn’t in any hurry to make.

But…it was just his rocket, right? And Dr. Akita was all the way back in Tokyolk and safely in jail, where he couldn’t turn definitely real boys into his personal killing machines. So there was no need to be worried, right? And besides, it was like he said: he had probably just overworked himself.

He smiled widely in the hopes of reassuring both his friend and himself. “I’m fine, Huey, I promise.”

         Huey looked no less concerned by Boyd’s words. He raised his eyes up from Boyd’s legs to the boy’s face, his expression turning into a thoughtful one as he tried to read his friend’s own expression. He had never been that great at guessing other’s emotions, but he was sure Boyd must have been at least a little worried. 

Only for the expression to change again into a happier one as Boyd tried to reassure Huey. 

The duckling’s face pinched into an unsure expression, his eyes glancing down at his friend’s legs once more before bouncing up to his face again. He was sure his friend was nervous about his crash landing, after all even Launchpad still got nervous about crashing, so he wasn’t sure why he was adamant about it not being a problem. After all, if there was a problem it would be better to address it sooner rather than later, wouldn’t it be? And he was sure Boyd was more responsible than that, so maybe that wasn’t the entire story. 

“I know. I’ve heard a lot of bad stuff about him, and I don’t really see him as a dad anymore. But when you have a lot of memories like mine, it’s just nice to think back on some good ones from time to time. And to think about the people who were nice to me the entire time we were together.”

“Of course, I could always think about the times we’ve hung out instead! Those definitely fall into the good memory category, and you’re definitely much nicer than he is.”

          “ Well, I mean, people aren’t always black and white. Just because I don’t like him doesn’t mean that you can’t. And just because he’s done some questionable things, doesn’t mean he can’t have some good in him. ”

“Aww, dang, is that right? Guess that would explain why Mr. Beaks wanted to get out of the junkyard as soon as possible once he found me.”

“And it doesn’t sound THAT insane. He was pretty nice to me for the few days he was my ‘dad’, so I guess I’d prefer him over a family like that.”

          “ Unfortunately so. They were cool to me for, like, one day, but then they got really clingy and then tried to hold me hostage again... It was a whole thing. ” 

You know what’s strange? One of the kids from Junior Woodchucks is often talking about his family members who live at the local junkyard. But I don’t really remember seeing anyone in the time I was there.

Of course, I WAS out of commission for most of the time. And once Mr. Beaks found me, he was in a hurry to get out of there as quickly as possible, so it’s not like I really had a chance to stop and look around. Still, it would’ve been kind of neat to meet other people!

I mean, sure, the kid calls me names almost as often as Doofus does, but maybe his family is a lot nicer.

EARTH

No amount of blankets is going to change the fact that you’re still falling apart inside, that it feels like everything you’ve ever done wrong is crawling underneath your skin, that you feel like there’s something wrong with you but everyone says that it’s FINE, you’re fine, it’s all going to end up OKAY but you can’t change anything, no, it’s not in your control, they say. They’re wrong. You deserve to get better. Don’t you? Aren’t you tired of the bags under your eyes, of the weight on your shoulders? You have a hard time figuring out which relationships are toxic because they’re so fundamentally ingrained into your personality - or so you think - and you don’t know quite how to take care of yourself. You want to touch the stars but you’re so stuck in your problems rather than your dreams it feels like drowning, not flying, and it’s hard to tell the difference between the two feelings of weightlessness.

Dewey just gave an unimpressed glare at Huey’s direction. Even if Dew wasn’t the sharpest one he knew if he would have landed in wrong angle it may have been fatal. Maybe broke his neck or hit his head on a ground and hard. But since Huey ‘knew what he was doing’, there wasn’t much Dewey could say about it. Since doubting Huey’s skills were something he so did not want to do in front of him.

“What do you care if my wrist is okay or not” Dewey replied back, giving his wrist few more gentle rubs before finally standing up. Yeah it hurt quite a lot but Dewey was not gonna let it show. “Besides you knew what you were doing, right? How could I possibly get hurt in a dumb flip, right?”

“But yeah it’s all fine, don’t worry about it” Dewey said as he dusted the dirt off of his shirt. Last thing he wanted was to give Huey a credit of taking care of him, not after this violent act.

          Huey almost shrank under Dewey’s glare, his immediate younger brother not usually one for disapproving looks. He was aware that he could have hurt Dewey quite badly, but he hadn’t and that was the important part. Or so he tried to tell himself. But as Dewey threw his own words back in his face and then tried to brush him off entirely Huey’s anger started to flare back up, as much as he tries to keep it at bay. 

“ Hey, that’s- That’s not fair! ” He said, his voice rising again as his fingers clenched around his hat. He didn’t want to get angry again, not when he was just starting to come down from it, but Dewey turning this on him when he hadn’t even started it was not doing him any favours. “ You were teasing me and- and you know what I get like! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I just- UGH ” He shouted, throwing his arms in irritation. 

It was when he gestured with his hat in hand that he finally saw the state his hat was in. It was covered in mud and grass stains and the bill was nearly bent in half, the fabric along the top of the fold strained from the stress it had been under pressed to the ground. 

RULES: spell out your url with song titles, and then tag 10 people

r  -  roaring 20s ;  panic! at the disco e  -  eight  ;  sleeping at last d  -  dream sweet in sea major  ;  miracle musical n  -  never been in love  ;  will jay e  -  everybody wants to rule the world  ;  cinematic pop p  -  pulaski at night  ;  andrew bird h  -  honky cat  ;  elton john  e  -  explode  ;  patrick stump w -  white winter hymnol   ;  fleet foxes

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“Going to see Huey, going to see Huey~!” Boyd hummed cheerfully, while he soared over the top of the woods that separated the neighboring mansions. 

His excitement swelled as McDuck Manor grew closer and closer and, with a laugh, he kicked up the speed in his rockets in the hopes that the extra boost would get him to Huey even quicker. However, that hope was instantly dashed when the flames of his left rocket began to sputter uncontrollably, causing him to veer off his intended flight path towards the front door and go sailing into one of the nearby hedges.

“Ow…” he groaned uncomfortably, pulling himself from the hedges and quickly brushing the leaves and twigs from his little tuft of hair before he knelt down to examine his left leg.

Outward appearance seemed fine, but his rockets were usually so much more reliable and less glitchy than that.

“Weird…”

He looked up at the mansion before him, biting his lip and adjusting his rocket back into a leg. It was probably nothing, he had likely just gone too fast for his system to handle. It wasn’t anything to be super concerned about, right?

Trying to push any worries towards the back of his mind, he raced for the front door as his excitement returned in full swing at the thought of spending the day with his friend.

          Huey had been waiting by one of the living room windows for well over twenty minutes. He had been very excited for Boyd to come over that day and had been waiting there ( not so patiently) for the bird to fly in. ( Though, he would occasionally glance to the driveway as it wasn’t completely impossible that the Drakes would drive him rather than make him fly on his own ). 

However, he had not been expecting to watch Boyd crash into their font bushes from the view of the window. 

Huey pushed away from the window and rushed to the front door to pull it open before Boyd had the chance to knock. He threw the door open and came to face to face with Boyd, Huey’s eyes wide with worry. He hadn’t seen any kind of malfunction like that from his friend since the Tokyolk adventure ( for lack of better word ).