#( i needed to let this out )

[kiddoryder]

Stolas isn’t a bad father

On Twitter, I have seen posts and comments on Stolas being a horrible and neglectful father. But he’s NOT. He’s actually one of the best cartoon fathers I have ever seen.

Even though he was tired, he still went to comfort Octavia when she had a nightmare and even sings to her that he will always be there for her. Even if he dies one day, he will still be there for her.

It always love to spend time with her and play with her. He even said so himself the only reason he tolerated and stood with the marriage with Stella is because so Octavia can have a normal life. Something that he never had because everything was planned out for him. Not giving him any choice or his voice of opinions.

Okay, yes he forgot his promise to Via in the “Seeing Stars” episode, but that doesn’t mean he cares more about hating Stella than Octavia. When he was with the tv studio with Blitzo, that doesn’t mean he forgot too. Remember something, Stolas never travel to Earth a lot like the IMPS. His powers were limited too. So he couldn’t know what to do or even search to look. Plus Blitzo told Loona to search for Via.

Loona also told Octavia that no Dads are perfects. They screw up a lot and make mistakes but that doesn’t mean they don’t care. They work hard on making their child happy and keeping them safe. Stolas may not be perfect, but he loves Via more than anything. If people can cut Lucifer some slack and forgive him for not believing in Charlie’s goals, why can’t they forgive Stolas for his mistakes?

[gonnaeatyourgirlfriend]

i'm tired of hiding my true self. i'm horribly down bad for art the clown. nothing to worry about

[moonlit-knightz]

it seems to me that axel really doesn’t have a free will of his own, he just does what he’s told.

to everyone else he’s just a giant monster that seems unstoppable. but, there’s something so vulnerable about him when we see him alone or with his sensei training.

that little connection he shared with samantha might’ve been the only connection he made. it’s likely sensei wolf told him not to make any friends because he’s not exactly besties with zara (as far as what I’ve seen)

Idk, there’s just something about his character that truly has more to his story than what we got in part 2 and I doubt we’ll get more in part 3

[nohr-selphias]

Be Zevran, traveling- maybe sleeping - w a warden who is usually a pot-stirring asshole, with a wickedness that he can respect, if not find entertainment in. Until they’re about to decimate a clan of Dalish elves by convincing the werewolves to attack them.

He thinks of his mother- a woman he loved without ever meeting, but one he spent endless nights imagining what her tattoos would have looked like, or what would happen if he could run away and find a clan, her clan. He pleads w the warden, half-expecting to be laughed at, how weak he is, thinking of the menacingly amused look taliesen would give him when he wasn’t sufficiently cruel.

But they don’t. They pause and look at him in way he can’t quite articulate because he hasn’t seen it before. And they change their mind, even though it would be easier not to. He lets out a relieved breath he wasn’t even aware he was holding. And for the first time he feels seen.

[poopiefart420]

Rocking in my enclosure thinking about time travel au where (16 yr old or Adult) Zuko goes back in time to when Ozai is 16 and it’s like KABLOOM and yea I’m great at explaining ideas #trust

[coff-in]

um, this idea has been on my mind for a couple of days. i want your opinions on it. think about this:

[gender neutral] reader-insert (they are referred to as momma at one point but are otherwise referred to by they/them in the narrative), sibling graves [reader] (you can make them any age you want in this), andrew and ashley have a child in this

it's been a couple of years since andrew, ashley, and [reader] had killed their parents. the siblings are in a cute incestuous polyamorous relationship with each other. but one day, ashley misses her period and finds out she's pregnant (with andrew's child). do you think they'd have [reader] raise the child with them as a second mother or as an aunt?

i think about the baby-- after being born-- is taught by andrew and ashley that some children can have more than two parents sometimes! their child has three parents that love them very much; a daddy, a mommy, and a momma! i think about the angst that can follow as the child grows up. they tell their friends at school about their family and how they two moms and one dad and one of the friends say "why do you have two moms? that's not normal."

i can hear the kids telling the child that their dad is probably cheating on their mom, that's why they have two moms. that they don't have to listen to [reader] since they're not the kid's real mom. it stirs up conflict in the child's heart because they love [reader], they've been nothing but nice and supportive of the kid since they came from the womb, but the other kids have a point, don't they?

i can feel the insecurity in [reader] when the kid is born and as they grow up. they constantly tell andrew and ashley about how they think the kid won't like them as they grow up, or would probably disregard them since they're not their biological parent. i can see andrew and ashley reassure them that they're a wonder parent and that if their kid ever tried to talk down to [reader] or disrespect them that there would be swift corrections of that behavior.

i can see them. the kid is watching TV late at night, around 10:00pm. andrew and ashley are out of the house to go on a date night and they left [reader] in charge to watch after their kid. "tell us if anything happens," ashley would tell [reader] before giving them a kiss and walking out the door with andrew.

but [reader] can't really bring themselves to tell them of what happened when they left.

the kid really should be going to bed at this time. it's a thursday night and they have school in the morning. they ask the child to turn off the TV and go to bed. they're ignored. they ask against more sternly this time and the child asks them bluntly, "why should i?"

"why should i listen to you? you're not my mom, you're not my dad. you're just some... fucking mistress or something that my parents keep around. i don't have to listen to you! the only authority you have over me is the authority my parents let you borrow!"

the child get progressively louder as they vent and [reader] watches them, the anxiety and fear building up inside of them. they knew this would happen one day. they knew that the child would realize that they don't fit in this dynamic somehow. that they're an outsider in a perfectly fine family. they're a stranger, no matter how long they'd been raising this child along their siblings as their own.

the child can see the betrayal on [reader]'s face and they immediately regret ever saying anything. they try to apologize but before they could the [reader] chokes out, "you're right..."

...

"i'm not your mom... or your dad. but i tried to be... i tried my best to be there, for you, for them. i loved you... with everything i had, and i'll love you with everything i am... i'm sorry."

they're both silently crying now, tears falling down their face. [reader] gets that it might be hard, having an abnormal family that doesn't follow societal expectations. they get that it can cause problems, it can cause an othering for the child that they can't solve. all they can do is be there.

the child gets up from the couch and leaves towards their room, the TV playing white noise. [reader] turns it off and sits down on the couch. they usually sleep in big bed that they share with andrew and ashley but they can't bring themself to do so that night. the more they think about the bed the worse they feel. they don't belong in that bed. that's andrew and ashley's bed, in andrew and ashley's bedroom, in andrew and ashley's house. [reader] just invades their space, they taint the sheets and stain their house with their presence.

they sleep on the couch that night.

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notes from coff-in: woah. i've seen some posts from @/incorrect-gravescest about their family AU (which is very cute, btw. i suggest you check it out when you can) and it got me thinking about a polycube(?) between the graves siblings and sibling [reader] with a child. the wholesome and weird and angsty relationship they'd have with their child (or children). it's been on my mind for a while. let me know what you think of it, i'd love to expand on it more and talk about it. also let me know if you guys like it when i share my thoughts and ideas like this. i know that i usually just answer asks/request now and don't really share my own thoughts but i'd like to do it more often. can't guarantee they'd all be good quality though :,) thank you for reading all this, too. take care!

coff-in

[hwnglx]

disclaimers aren't for decoration

these days i've been getting a few questionable and rather aggressive anons in my inbox and they got me thinking.. do some people on here think my paragraph stating “based on tarot. i do not know these idols personally. energies are always changing. what i say is NOT straight fact. pls take it with a grain of salt!” is just there to make the post look cute? do they even read what i'm saying?

a tarot reading, channeling energies, is a very momentary type of divination. meaning we get into energies that are completely fluid, continuously changing. i could ask the same question for the same person at two very close points in time, and the answer could vary a lot. these readings are not set in stone, nor is what readers say 100% factual. i, please, need you guys to remember this, and not blame readers for their insights being “inconsistent”, when energies are literally inconsistent. we won't always get the exact same answer. sometimes; we are wrong. and sometimes we are also right. i'm not sitting here saying every single reading of mine is straight fact and to please believe everything i say. before every single post, i profusely ask you to take my readings lightly and with a grain of salt, for a good reason.

the disclaimer is not for decoration.. please, consider my intention behind putting it in the beginning of every reading.

thank you 💌

[rmuntitled]

guys i'm so obsessed with pitbabe and everything about pitbabe that's getting me sick in the head i'm tiredd i think about them at least 10 times a day and all the content we're getting still isn't enough i need something else to fill this void idk maybe a 2nd season could fix me

[multicolour-ink]

On Land and Sea, Is Where We Embrace

(Mario x Mermaid AU ending)

Sorry I could not resist 🤭 This is a fic for my ending of my Mario x Mermaid AU. Takes some inspiration from The Little Mermaid. I know it's a bit early to show off it off, but for this particular moment, I could not get it out of my head for various reasons! Hope you all enjoy.

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The day was won, but so much uncertainty still hung in the air.

Mario gazed longingly at the princess on the beach as she spoke to Toadsworth, his smooth red tail lazily dipped in the water. His rock perch was the closest that he could get without being seen.

But he wanted to.

Luigi stayed in the water, pressed up against the same rock as he looked up at his brother. He felt the hurt that Mario was feeling, and yet his heart also wanted to tell him that this was all for the best. But he knew that it was not what Mario wanted.

Their parents watched the scene from some ways off.

"She did save the boys from that monster", said Mia, as she looked at her husband.

Pio sighed.

"I know I've been a fool. All this time, I just wanted to keep them safe. But I realise now that I needed to let them choose their own paths."

He raised his hands slowly, and cupped them downwards at the water, sending a golden ripple of his magic towards his eldest son.

As soon as the light came into contact with his tail, Mario jumped up, feeling a warm tingling slowly transforming his appendage. He gasped, as his tail was once again transformed back (now painlessly) into a pair of legs.

The smile that radiated from his face was one of pure joy, and he looked up at his father with such gratitude, unable to even speak through his emotions.

Pio just smiled and nodded. This choice was now his son's alone.

Mario immediately leapt off the rock and swam towards the beach as fast as he could. Peach heard the splash, and raced down to find Mario emerging as a fully formed human. She smiled so wide, and ran up to embrace him.

And then as Mario held her tight he felt a pang in his chest. Looking back, he saw Luigi had followed to the water's edge, cautiously trying to stay back, but with a look of longing that stung Mario to the core.

He ran back, not even caring that he couldn't graciously enter the water anymore, and pulled his brother into a tight hug.

"I know this is what you want", said Luigi softly. "We'll be fine."

Mario shook his head.

"I'll come back here", he choked. "To this beach. Every single day. And we can hang out together. Just like always."

Both felt the tears on each other's shoulders.

"Just be happy", said Luigi.

That was all that he could say, and what either of them could say as they held each other for what felt like the longest moment of their lives.

Mia looked at Pio. Her husband nodded, and sent a ripple of magic again. This time towards Luigi.

By this time, Mario had untangled himself from Luigi's arms (his mind and body fighting against it the whole time) and had begun to turn away when Peach gasped.

He saw her pointing, and whipped his head around just in time to catch sight of Luigi being surrounded by their father's magic. The light grew brighter, until it vanished just as quickly, and Luigi's tail was gone.

Trembling slightly, Mario watched as his brother sat up and pushed himself up from the sand, revealing that he too was now standing on his own pair of legs. The three of them could only stare in wonder. And only after that Mario was running again to catch Luigi in his arms, as his younger brother took a shaky step and then instantly fell forward.

"It's a lot harder than it looks", Mario laughed. His emotions coming back in full.

Luigi chuckled through his tears, and breathed heavily as he pressed his forehead to his brother's.

They heard Peach approaching. Mario looked back at her and smiled. He stepped back and took his brother's hand in his, gently guiding him away from the water.

"I believe you two have met?", Mario chortled.

The three of them laughed together and shared a hug.

It was all ok now. Their new lives were just beginning.

[meykothecatt]

I'm SO sorry for this one

[ineffag-swag]

[theroyalmisfitmess]

Since we are on the topic of an actual wedding possibly happening on The Bear, imagine a wholeass episode where Richie tries to have dinner with Tiff and her fiancé for the sake of their daughter. We can see Richie be a good dad and with much dismay finally let Tiff go. It’s gonna be heartbreaking and an emotional rollercoaster to watch but fuck I really wanna see Tiff get all sentimental about Richie and their daughter even if she knows they shouldn’t get back together.

Also a small part of me does want Richie and Tiff to get back together even if I know it’s impossibly realistic. Their “I love you” phone call had me sad and sobbing and it’s nearly impossible to get me at that state. I just can’t find the emotional side of me.

[hoshibait]

saw a spm shitpost thing and this came to me in a horrible flash

[unterrible]

Grieving someone who never existed is hard. It has been 8 months but I’m still grieving the loss of someone I really loved and cared about. And it’s taking longer because I have to go through a long process of coming to terms with the fact that they never truly loved me or cared about me. No one who claims to love me would ever treat me the way I was treated. He was one person in the beginning of the relationship and then suddenly 5 months in, he was completely different. I spent the remainder of the relationship frantically trying to get the old him back but that version of him wasn’t real. It was a mask. This new version was the real him. Manipulative, deceitful, dishonest/untrustworthy, disloyal, selfish, emotionally abusive, disrespectful, controlling, and cold. I never suffered from panic attacks before but I started having them, and still do whenever I get an emotional flashback or remember what he put me through. My hair was falling out like crazy. My dentist told me that I have muscle sticking out from my jaw because I had been clenching my jaw so much from anxiety and built muscle from it. And my therapist told me that I most likely have PTSD. The amount of pain this person caused me is heartbreaking. I hung on because I thought it was my fault since he’d say that it was me causing issues so I tried to fix myself. I did lots of research so that I could be the best me for him. I kept telling myself that he was just going through a tough time and that he had some unhealed wounds. But even if that were true, that was still no excuse to treat me the way that he did. I know that now. I never want to feel like that again. I didn’t deserve any of that. I deserved better. I deserved to feel loved and safe.

[islandofthemisfittoy]

This sort of just turned into a ramble/rant, but I'm gonna post it anyway because atleast then I can finally feel like I've told someone, and they actually care so... 🤷

Growing up there was a period where I thought characters in books couldn't be black. Not because I tought there was something wrong with black characters in books, there just were none in the books i read, so I didn't think it was something that happened.

Now, if I'm being perfectly honest, I did, and still do, have a tendancy to forget character descriptions, or make my own image of the characters that just overpower whatever descriotion is given, so some of this might be my own fault. But (almost) everyone around me were white, the overwhelming majority of the characters in the books I red were white, and the ones who weren't described as any specific race were always asumed to be white, so as a kid I assumed that unless it was made abundantly clear that a character was, indeed, not white, they had to be white.

I think this might be why I loved, and still do love, movies and tv shows so much, because there is nodoubt wether or not a character is black. And even tough I didn't have many movies or shows growing up, I loved the ones I did have with a passion.

Kids would talk about who the best princess was based on their stories and love interrests, and I woul have already chosen Tiana, because she looked like me. I would love wactching Jessie and Shake It Up, because there was one character in each of those shows that looked like me. When I discovered Fresh Prince Of Belair it felt like I discovered a whole new world.

I honestly know what the point is, or if there even is any. I don't know if this makes sense, and maybe I said something stupid and now seem like an idiot, but it's just something I've been thinking about for a while, and I don't feel like I can share this with anyone I know because I feel like they'll think I'm stupid, or make fun of me. And they definitely won't understand.

Idk. People say kids don't see race, and I guess that was true for me to, in the sense that I didn't care what race people were. I wouldn't like someone less because of their race. But I would like them more, maybe not real people, but a character that looked like me would always make me want to watch a tv show or see a movie, because not judging someone based on their race and know that I'm different than most people around me aren't the same, and when when someone made me feel a little less different, a little more the same, that ment the world to me... and it still does.

Ok, I have oficially no clue what I'm talking about anymore, and at this point I'm just rambling, so i'm gonna stop now. I just watched Into the Spiederverse and yeah... IDK.

[attercopus]

someday, your head will lay cradled on the lap of an imam who tells you that you pray with the same hands as your mother and recite with the same dedication as your father, and you will be that boy you were that day. wiping your tears as you clutch their prayer mats so your sorrows do not stain into the fabric. you will wipe your tears again, so they do not drip into his fabrics and he will kiss your head--- and he will tell you that your tears are not vessels for filth. and you will always be that boy who cries; with great love for all your anguish.