#Brother sister relationship

[evilhorse]

Y’know, there’s a fine line between “cool uncle “ and “agent of chaos.”

(Fantastic Four Volume 7 #23)

[lifewithaview]

Sam Heughan and Romann Berrux in Outlander (2014) Surrender

S3E2

Hiding in an isolated cave, Jamie leads a lonely life until Lallybroch is threatened by redcoats pursuing the elusive Jacobite traitor known as "Red Jamie." Back in Boston, Claire and Frank struggle to coexist in a marriage haunted by the ghost of Jamie's love...

*Jamie wears trousers mirroring the decline of the clan culture. Kilts were made illegal following the defeat at the Battle of Culloden.

[sjsmith56]

Coming Through - A Private Man, Chapter 2

Summary: Bucky feels a connection with the public health nurse and openly wonders if he can ask her out.

Length: 4.9 K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Tracey Harris, several OFC, Sam Wilson, Foggy Nelson.

Warnings: Bucky’s anxiety and self-doubt.

Author notes: This chapter also sets up a relationship with a newcomer / refugee centre, as the people who use it become important fixtures in the lives of Bucky and his sister.

<<Chapter 1

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It had been a day and a half since Tracey stayed overnight at Rebecca's house. The volunteer centre ended up removing Bucky's notice which bothered her but the second agency she called said they had several people who responded immediately, wanting to give back to the community that had welcomed them from their own dire circumstances. She brought them together at their house on the Sunday afternoon so they could meet Bucky and Rebecca. What surprised her the most was that after listening to the different people Bucky was able to speak to several of them in their own language which pleased them immensely.

"How do you know their language?" she asked, genuinely curious.

He blushed slightly. "The Winter Soldier knew a lot of languages. I retained it all. Do they know who I was?"

She nodded. "I made that clear to the agency. I hope you don't mind. I felt being honest from the beginning was probably for the best. Most of them come from a culture that honours their elders. I think they'll be good to your sister."

With her help they set up a schedule for each person to take one night per week, starting Monday night. They all had Bucky's cell phone number in case of an emergency. Tracey gave them hers as well, saying she wanted to be sure that the lines of communication stayed open between herself and those caring for Rebecca. One of the volunteers, an Afghan woman named Samira, asked Bucky if he would object to her cooking some traditional snacks for Rebecca. He looked at his sister.

"What do you say?" he asked. "Are you willing to try some foreign foods?"

"As long as it's not too spicy, or greasy," she replied. "I would be embarrassed if something didn't agree with me after all the trouble she went to."

Samira smiled warmly and assured her she would tone down the flavours. The others asked if they could do the same and were pleased that Rebecca showed she still had an adventurous spirit at 94 years of age. With the schedule set the volunteers said goodbye to the pair, promising to take good care of Rebecca. Once again Bucky walked Tracey out to her car and they stood there awkwardly for a moment, not saying anything.

"I really appreciate the extra work you've done," he said. "Coming in today on your day off was very kind of you. Those volunteers all seem nice."

"They are," she replied. "I've dealt with that group before. We had a mother who had triplets and she needed overnight help to look after them. That agency rallied around them. I didn't mind bringing them together on your behalf. I didn't get a good response from the volunteer centre so I tried the newcomer agency and they were much friendlier about helping."

Bucky nodded. "I thought it was something like that." He hesitated. "How long do you think it will be before we find out about the extra funding?"

"It could be weeks," replied Tracey. "Anyways, I should get going. Bucky, I promise I will do everything I can to keep Rebecca living here. She loves you so much and that bond is crucial to her mental health, and to yours as well, I think. I will be by to see you both on Friday morning."

"Thank you again," he said, looking her directly in the eyes.

She opened the car door and smiled at him as she got inside the car. As she pulled away she looked in the rear view mirror noticing he watched her as she drove away. It made her wonder if he had much of a social life or if he put everything into taking care of his sister.

On Friday, Tracey made her weekly visit, ringing the doorbell at the house. Bucky let her in and she noticed there was coffee and cookies ready for her visit.

"You didn't have to do that," she said.

"I didn't," replied Bucky. "Amina baked them when she stayed over last night. I have to tell you the people you found are so kind to Rebecca. The women have been applying lotion to her skin and trimmed her toenails, better than I did. Kalyna even put nail polish on them and her fingernails. There's been a different snack for her every night. Tomorrow we've been invited to a Sudanese feast. Most of the volunteers from the agency are going. I don't have a car but we'll find a way to get there, if I have to push her in the wheelchair."

"I could drive you," offered Tracey. "I have no plans for the weekend. Would you be okay with that?"

Bucky looked to Rebecca who nodded amiably. Pulling her equipment out of her bag Tracey examined Rebecca and marked down the readings in her iPad. She asked different questions for the mental assessment but seemed satisfied with the answers. Then she sat back and picked up one of the cookies, biting into it.

"That's tasty," she said. "I can taste cloves. I'm quite pleased with your readings this week. Your blood pressure is good and you seem to have more strength in your arms. Are the ladies doing anything with you?"

"Samira gave me a soup can to do bicep curls," said Rebecca. "Said her grandmother did it well into her 90s but with a piece of firewood, instead of a can. They are all lovely ladies and tell me many stories of their life in their home countries. Some of them have been through terrible times but now that they're here they are so full of hope for the future of their families."

They visited for a little longer then Tracey checked her watch as she had to get to her next appointment. Bucky walked her out to her car, gazing down at her as she unlocked her door.

"What time would you like me to pick you up tomorrow?" she asked.

"Is 11:30 okay?" he answered. "It's at their community centre not too far from here."

"It's fine," she replied. "Can I ask you something?" He nodded. "Do you get out much? You know, as your sister's caregiver that it's important you practice some self care for yourself. Dating, or doing something that you enjoy doing."

"I don't date," he admitted, looking directly at her while he spoke. "I find it hard to talk with most women as I don't have a lot in common with them. I don't really know a lot about modern music or culture. When I'm home I read and putter around in the garden, planting stuff or fixing things."

"You talk to me just fine. I'm sure there's someone who would be pleased to go out with you, to a movie, or just to walk in the park."

"Would you?" Then he looked away as if he had overstepped a boundary. He refocused his attention on her. "Would you meet me for coffee sometime?"

"If your sister wasn't my client I would," she said, returning his gaze. "You're a nice man but I can't date a client."

He nodded in understanding. "Could you meet me for coffee to discuss my sister? Amina and Samira have both said they could help during the day so I could get errands done. Perhaps there are things you need to discuss in confidence."

He seemed slightly anxious while Tracey looked up at him. His blue eyes were focused on her with an intensity that would have unnerved her a few years ago but she didn't feel that way with him. Even with the stubble on his face she could see he was a very handsome man. Maybe what he really needed was practice in how to relate to a modern woman. There wouldn't be any harm in meeting with him as a client's representative.

"Okay, we can do that," she agreed. "Text me and I'll meet you. By the way, there should be a lawyer coming to meet with your sister next week. She wants to write her will, make you her heir. I asked a pro bono lawyer, Foggy Nelson. Perhaps he can help you with your claim for back pay. He's a bit of a crusader with his law partner."

"Thank you." Bucky smiled softly at her. "I'll let you know about the coffee meeting."

He watched her drive away and returned to the house where his sister sat smiling from where she watched the exchange between Bucky and Tracey.

"You ask her out?" she asked.

"She can't date a client," he said. "So I asked if she would have a coffee with me to talk about you. What's this about a lawyer?"

"I want to leave you the house if I die," said Rebecca. "If it doesn't get written down the government will take it." She looked at her brother, at the slight frown on his face. "It's the prudent thing to do, Bucky. Let me make sure you're taken care of on this. You already take such good care of me."

He smiled at his sister. "Alright. Tracey suggested he could help me with my back pay claim. It's been almost a year and I haven't heard anything. Maybe he can nudge the right people."

The following day Tracey showed up on time to drive them to the community centre. Bucky carried his sister out, gently seating her into the front seat of the car, reaching over and fastening her seatbelt securely. Then he folded up her wheelchair and placed it inside the trunk. It was a little crammed in the back seat because of his long legs but he didn't complain. It also allowed him the opportunity to look at Tracey. She even looked at him a few times through the rear view mirror.

When they arrived at the community centre there were balloons and decorations marking the occasion. Several of their volunteers came over to welcome them to the event. As soon as Bucky lifted Rebecca out of the front seat and put her into her wheel chair Amina took her inside the building. While Tracey parked the car Kalyna, a Ukrainian refugee, brought her husband Bohdan over and introduced him to Bucky. His face lit up when Bucky spoke Ukrainian to him, as he was still in the process of learning English. Bucky told him he would be happy to help him learn and on noticing the man had one arm told him he lost his own arm during World War II. Of course he asked to see Bucky's new arm and at first thought it was something he could get but Bucky explained it was a Wakandan prototype gifted to him. He tried to keep the explanation simple and was happy when Tracey rescued him from the man.

"Thanks," he said. "He kept asking how he could get one gifted to him. I don't think he understood this was, what do you call it? A one-off?"

"The Wakandans helped with more than the arm, didn't they?" she asked.

He nodded. "They made it impossible to activate the Winter Soldier again. He's dead and buried. I vowed never to kill again but as long as the code words were still there someone could bring him back. I owe them so much."

They approached the door and he stood to the side to let her in first. There was a hallway full of displays about Sudan and the neighbouring countries. She noticed and watched how he positioned himself whenever they approached one of the displays, always allowing her to see something first. He looked for Rebecca, smiling at how animated she was as Amina pushed her along and stopped at the displays, explaining this and that to her. It felt good to see her interacting with people as he realized his own introversion had kept them inside the house, isolating themselves from the neighbourhood.

There was a moment when someone's child came inside complaining about a lost soccer ball. Bucky's sensitive hearing picked up the conversation and he heard an adult ask if there was a way to the roof. Stepping outside he saw several kids grouped together looking up towards the roof of the building. Gathering that the ball had been kicked up there he went to the side of the building and jumped up, located the ball and stood at the edge with it before tossing it down to the waiting children. When he jumped down, landing cleanly on both feet there was applause. Someone came over and asked if he was an Avenger.

"I was," he replied truthfully. "During the battle of Wakanda and then again, when Thanos returned. I fought against the Flag Smashers when they hurt people. I'm not an Avenger now. Now I work at the docks in a regular job."

"They don't have the Avengers anymore?"

"No, no one would fund it," he said, somewhat embarrassed.

As his words were shared throughout the assembled guests he became uncomfortable with the attention and turned away, seeking a quiet corner. Tracey followed him, concerned for him. When they were alone he looked down at his feet and took some deep breaths.

"The attention makes you uncomfortable, doesn't it?" she asked. "The questions about the Avengers bother you. Do you have anxiety?"

"Well, funding it wasn't in my control," he said. "I leave that sort of thing to more important people. My job is good. It's honest work and pays decently." Then he looked at her face and knew he hadn't really answered her question. "I do have anxiety over how people see and react to me. Since I've been ... rehabilitated I've tried to do the right thing. My abilities make me unique. I know that but if the government doesn't fund the Avengers then it's not like I'm rich enough to do it pro bono. Still have to eat and pay the bills."

"Did you like it? Being an Avenger even if it was only briefly."

"I was good at it," he answered. "Making sure people were safe, stopping others from hurting people. I'm just an ordinary guy really."

Tracey could see he was getting more uncomfortable with the questions and she smiled at him. "I think you're more than an ordinary guy. I think you're one of the good ones."

For a moment Bucky couldn't tear his eyes away from Tracey's lips then they were interrupted by the announcement that the food was ready and to line up. Searching through the sea of faces they found Rebecca and saw she was already being seen to by Amina, who looked back and nodded at them. They joined the lineup of people that were waiting. When they got to the buffet tables they picked up their paper plates and loaded the different foods on them. A couple of chairs were saved for them at the table where Rebecca was sitting. Amina introduced them to her family, a husband, son, and daughter. Bucky noted her son was the boy who came in asking for help with the soccer ball. He became aware of the boy watching him closely and finally looked directly at him.

"What would you like to know?" he asked in Arabic.

"May I see your arm?" he asked, to his mother's horror.

She started to apologize to Bucky and he waved it off. Gesturing to her son to come closer he took the glove off of his left hand and pushed up the sleeve of his long sleeve Henley shirt. Smiling and then nodding he told the boy he could touch it.

"It's metal," said Amina's son, Kafeel. "Are there wires and stuff inside?"

"It's all computer circuitry and microchips," replied Bucky. "It works just like a normal arm except I don't feel things quite the same. I had to learn to be gentle with it so that I didn't crush fragile things."

"Cool," said the boy. He looked up at Bucky. "Thank you for getting my soccer ball."

"You're welcome," he replied calmly.

Kafeel returned to his seat and Bucky pulled his sleeve down but left his glove off. Rebecca had a soft smile on her face, knowing that her brother was a kind man at heart, especially when children were involved. Later, when the gathering began winding down people were encouraged to take leftovers home with them and foil containers were put out. Amina brought a full one to Rebecca and Tracey, then went back and brought another full one to Bucky, saying she knew he needed more food than normal, having heard it from his sister. While Tracey brought the car he pushed Rebecca out through the main door. The sun was almost down and many people were standing around chatting before leaving. As he lifted his sister up several people descended on the wheelchair to fold it up and laughed as they touched it at the same time. It was put into the trunk as he placed her in the front seat and fastened her seat belt. All of her volunteers were gathered around to say their thanks to Rebecca and Bucky for coming.

"Thank you for asking us," he said with some emotion. "I wish I had known about you all sooner. You're good neighbours."

"Mr. Bucky, we're here to help," said Samira. "You're a good man and you look after Mrs. Rebecca very well. Please, don't hesitate to call any one of us, any time."

He nodded and got into the back seat. As they pulled away Rebecca waved goodbye to their friends, for they were friends now. At the house he carried his sister inside, placing her in the arm chair. He went back out to where Tracey had pulled the wheel chair out and stood beside the open trunk. For a moment they looked at each other studying the other's face without speaking. Putting his hand out he shook her hand, making her notice how gentle the grasp of his large hand over hers felt.

"Thanks for driving us," he said softly. "I'll let you know about that coffee meeting soon."

Tracey nodded and got into her seat. Like always she looked back via the rear view mirror and saw that Bucky watched her for a long time. When she made a turn she pulled over and sat there for a moment. What was happening to her? She never had feelings for a client before but then was Bucky really her client? His sister was but was that still too close for comfort? At that moment Hungry Eyes came on the radio and she took a breath. She didn't want to think whose eyes were more hungry. As much as she didn't want to she might have to step away from this client. She could get lost in those blue eyes and that would cause all sorts of problems professionally.

A small smile was on Rebecca's face when Bucky came back inside. He put the leftovers away in the fridge and put some water on for tea. Making them both a cup of camomile tea he brought hers out and placed it on the table beside her. Both of them yawned almost instantaneously and chuckled at each other.

"You like her," noted Rebecca. "I can tell by how you watch her."

"She's a nice lady," he said. "It's obvious she cares about people."

"She's divorced, no kids. Her husband worked out of town a lot and cheated on her. That's when she went back to school for nursing."

"I'm a fossil. My outside might say young but inside I still miss the 1940s. It was simpler then. She could do better than me, a dock worker."

He looked at anything except his sister, taking a sip of his tea. Whatever Rebecca thought she saw in him when he looked at Tracey was wishful thinking at best. Still, he liked the quiet nurse's calm manner and found it easy to talk to her. He had spoken more to her in the few days of their acquaintance than he had ever spoken to any woman since reassembling after the Snap.

"Ethically, she can't date me," he said suddenly, startling Rebecca. "You're her client, that makes me her client as well. She could get into trouble if we dated and I wouldn't do that to her."

"That's a shame," replied his sister. "You could build a life with someone like her."

He drained his mug and went to the kitchen to wash it out. Sometimes he didn't want to hear Rebecca say out loud what he was feeling. Then he pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at Tracey's phone number in his contacts list. Just as quickly he opened up another contact and dialled, then stepped outside into the dark of the backyard so his sister wouldn't hear him. It took several rings but when he heard Sam's voice he let a breath out.

"Hey, Bucky, what's up?" asked Sam. "How's Rebecca and the job?"

"Job is ok. Ran into some bureaucracy with Rebecca," replied Bucky. "We have a public health nurse who checks on her every week and she's doing good but we had to line up volunteers to look after her overnight while I'm working as she can't be alone. I couldn't afford to hire anyone."

"Yeah, that can get expensive," he said. "But you lined up volunteers? From where?"

"A newcomer agency for refugees and immigrants," said Bucky. "It's working out but I need your advice on something else."

"Okay," drawled Sam, sounding unsure. "What's wrong?"

"I think I'm falling for the nurse and I think she likes me but ethically she can't date me," explained Bucky. "She's really good with Rebecca and I don't want to get her into any trouble but how do I get her off my sister's case so we can date?"

"Oh man," breathed Sam. "Are you sure she feels something for you? Because if you do this and she turns you down ...."

"No, she hasn't said anything." Bucky was suddenly thinking that maybe this wasn't a good idea. "I just ... I just feel a connection with her that I haven't felt with anyone else. I'm tired of being alone, Sam. It's exhausting."

"You haven't dated anyone?" he asked. "What happened to that Leah, the bartender?"

"After I told Yori about his son she didn't want to see me any more," said Bucky.

"So, not even any casual hookups?"

Bucky knew that Sam would ask that but also didn't want to admit who he had been hooking up with for casual sex so he lied.

"No, nothing. Do you think I should tell her straight up that I'm attracted to her and want to take it further? Or should I let it go?"

He could hear Sam breathing at the other end as he thought over what Bucky asked. "You could tell her and suggest a different nurse take on Rebecca as a client. I'm sure they shuffle case loads all the time. Then you give her time before you officially ask her out, a month at least, longer if you can stand it."

Bucky took a big breath. That actually sounded like a good plan. If Tracey was interested in him he would be willing to wait until she was comfortable with dating him. They talked a little longer about whether Sam had heard anything from anyone about the Avengers restarting but he hadn't so they finished the conversation and said their goodbyes.

The following day it rained so Bucky cleaned the house, did some laundry, and read. He called Amina and asked if she could come in on one of the weekdays so he could run errands. She suggested Tuesday afternoon which he accepted. Then he texted Tracey, asking to meet for coffee then. He was afraid to phone, certain he wouldn't be able to talk coherently. She texted back, agreeing to meet him at 2 pm. Rebecca saw his face go soft when he received the text but didn't say anything, knowing he would withdraw from her if she spoke.

On Monday morning the doorbell rang and Bucky looked out the small cutout window of the front door. A somewhat pudgy man with long hair parted at one side waited. Bucky opened the door.

"Hi, I'm here to see Rebecca Proctor about a will?" he began then did a little double take. "You really are Bucky Barnes."

"Yeah, Rebecca is my sister," replied Bucky. "You're Foggy Nelson, I take it. Come in."

Nodding his head Foggy stepped in and wiped his shoes on the mat. Bucky led him into the living room introducing him to Rebecca. He looked around, seeing how neat and clean everything was.

"Nice place," he said. "So you want to write your will."

"Yes, I want to make sure the house goes to Bucky if I die," she replied. "He already pays the taxes and utilities, and we split on everything else."

Foggy turned to Bucky. "You live here, full time?" Bucky nodded. "You don't need a will for that. You can make your brother a joint tenant with right of survivorship. It makes it easier for him to inherit it. If you put it in the will then it has to go through an executor, and probate, and it could take a while for him to legally inherit it. As a joint tenant his name would be on the land title and it would automatically go to him."

Rebecca smiled. "Let's do that."

Foggy wrote down all of the relevant information and indicated they could still do a will for her personal possessions. He would print off the forms at his office and bring them back for signing. Then he looked at Bucky.

"Tracey said you may need my services as well," he said. "Something about a claim for back pay?"

"Well, I was a POW for all the time HYDRA had me," replied Bucky. "It was suggested by the lawyer who represented me after the Battle of Earth that I put in a claim for it. He thought I was entitled to some sort of compensation for being kept as a slave, really." Foggy listened sympathetically, nodding his head slightly. "It's not that I want a big payday or anything but there is evidence that some members of the military and CIA who were HYDRA sympathizers kept my existence a secret from people who would have come looking for me and rescue me. I put in a claim a year ago and since then have heard nothing."

"Bucky has to work night shift at the docks," said Rebecca. "It's not the best paying job but it's honest work. Between that and our pensions we manage but the money is tight. We depend on volunteers to stay the night with me so that I'm not alone. He's given up a lot to look after me. No social life is hard on a young man like him."

Bucky smiled at his sister. "I'm older than you, kid."

Foggy grinned at the sibling exchange. "What does your lawyer say about it?"

"He retired and when I phoned to ask if anyone else was taking the case they said they needed a retainer," he replied. "I don't have that kind of money."

"What about the Avengers?" asked Foggy. "Are they not active?"

"No funding," replied Bucky. "Everyone's doing their own thing basically, although Sam and Joaquin, Cap and Falcon, get the occasional contract. It's not like they paid us to take down the Flag Smashers."

Foggy nodded sympathetically. "Okay, I'll take on your case as well. See if I can light a fire under some bureaucrat. The evidence that your existence was hidden ... was that in the release of HYDRA and SHIELD files onto the web?" Bucky nodded and Foggy stood up. "Okay, I'll get these forms made up and bring them to you, Rebecca, to sign. For the joint tenancy, Bucky you'll have to pay your sister a dollar. I can witness that transaction, although I may have to bring a colleague to act as notary. Don't worry, that won't cost you anything. I'll call back in on Wednesday morning."

He shook their hands and let himself out. Rebecca looked at her brother.

"I liked him," she said. "Such a nice young man.

Bucky liked him, too, but was concerned about Nelson's ability to light a fire under a bureaucrat. His previous lawyer had said it was a slam dunk but nothing had come of it. If he was a suspicious man he might think someone was deliberately dragging their feet on his claim. As far as Bucky was concerned they could still be on their own.

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Soup packet integration

“Still he lifts the mallet, still he may draw the sword, still he might speak out for a cause he knows is right”

July 19.     From: A Year With Hadiz: by Daniel Ladinsky

(My margin note to the above: July 19, 2017)

Zoe wrote that I have abandoned the people of my class for the people of the street and of the jail. This is wrong for her. I lift the mallet of a touch of the soul. It’s soup packet integration. 

I had an  E unit meeting with Charles last night in the Stanislaus County Detention Center (jail) .

Charles told me during my visit with him in the jail that he had offered a new E unit inmate soup packets. The new guy was untrusting and turned Charles down. The next day, the new guy asked Charles “Do you still have those soup packets?”Charles still had them and gave them to his new friend.

After being released, his new friend wrote to Charles and put money on Charle’s books.

End of entry

Notes: 7/19/2024

From March of 2017 until late October of that year,  I became pretty heavily involved with having encounters with the homeless. The encounter could involve giving them a bag containing food, socks and toiletries. On some occasions, I let the homeless man stay in my house with me for days or for  a few weeks. I also was continuing to see my clients in the local jail. I’m a criminal defense attorney. I had told my sister Zoe about my homeless encounter  and jail adventures. She wrote me a letter expressing her disapproval. 

Something as ordinary as soup packets can be valuable when you are in jail. They come from the commissary. You have to have money on your account , or, on your books as it is referred to by those in jail, in order to obtain the packets from the commissary.. When Charles (not his real name) offered his soup packets to the new inmate, that was actually a significant gesture of friendship. Which, his new friend acknowledged when he was released by writing to Charles and putting money on his books. The men had an encounter. Both were healed by the gesture of the other.

And, so was I when I had the above mentioned encounters with the homeless and the jailed the experiences healed me from the damage done by the culture of comfort.

[littlestsheriff]

regressed little devil + cg! caitvi

• vi loves to nickname him, she calls him little man, kiddo, champ, bud/buddy, baby/little bro, etc

• caitlyn also loves to nickname the boy, she calls him little cub, sweetheart, darling/darling boy, sweetie, baby bear, handsone and boyish terms

• since he's lightweight, they can carry him easily, always cuddling him against their chests, making him comfortable

• caitlyn is too maternal towards him, that's why the tiny little devil is too attached to her when regressed

• his age range is 2-7, but regresses mostly to a toddler

• although he's the little devil, in regression he's quite an angel, too well-behaved and lovely, its rare to him throws tantrums or something

• too dependent on the paci when feeling 2/3, his favorite one is a blue paci space themed

• have all toddler gear, pacis, sippys and bottles, building blocks, security blankets, paci holders, etc

• vi and caitlyn loves to shower him with affection, giving him cuddles and snuggles him close

• caitlyn loves to give him soft kisses in his forehead, cheeks, and top of his head (and hear his giggles while she kiss him)

• caitlyn and vi always helps him with tasks when he's regressed too young, they know its hard to do some things when you're in a toddler headspace

• caitlyn always kisses his injuries when he gets hurt, to heal faster, in her words

• caitlyn and vi loves to affirm his gender through the regressions, with boyish gear, clothes and toys, this makes lucas have gender ephoria

• caitlyn loves to read storys for her boy, any time is storytime (especially for bedtime)

• vi is the one who always let him have a little more playtime before bed or having dino nuggets for dinner

• his favorite shows when he's feeling 2-4 are paw patrol, daniel tiger, bluey, the lion guard, spidey and his amazing friends and more

• when he's feeling 5+ his favorite shows are wild kratts, angelo rules, TMNT, ninjago, max steel and spetacular spiderman

• when regressed to a toddler, is usually more attached to caitlyn, but when regressed to 5+ is more attached to vi

[books-and-food-and-more-books]

Carter and Sadie's relationship was accurate

Am I the only one who thinks that in the Kane Chronicles, the sibling dynamic between Carter and Sadie is impeccable? I know some people say Sadie is too harsh but in real sibling relationships we say way more triggering stuff? Idk man I just feel like their entire dynamic is in a constant state of either ride-or-die or sibling banter and I love it

[frau-rainyfox]

Rex is really dissapointed in you.

Poor Mills siblings, poor Rex(((

[remembertheplunge]

'I sent a letter today. I haven't done that for years".

I don't mean to undermine the importance of bread clips here, but that one line about mailing the letter is colossal! It totally catches the feel of my 20th century soul living in this 21st century world. Our mail boxes have gone silent in the 21st century. In the 20th century, letter writing was a common occurrence. It's how we communicated. Our paper history has disappeared with the loss of letter writing. When my sister, Zoe fell sick and died in a short time span last spring, her parade of letters filled with her tales of the day and fanciful cartoons stopped coming. But, some of the many letters she wrote remain and so in a way our conversation continues. I'm sending along photo's of a 2016 New Year's card that she sent to me. Rainbow Ram. It totally catches my essence. Like queuing a blog, part of the magic of mailing a letter is savoring its contents before it is delivered or posted. With the letter, there is also the symbolism and art of the stamp, the paper envelope and the had written address. In 100 years , the letter's intent can still be present. It's meaning still vital.

I sent a letter today - something I haven’t done for years

It’s full of plastic bread clips

It’s for Science

[1-800-dnkichu]

I spent my childhood not getting the chance to know my brother. In the past few years tho, I have been taking notes about everything. Oddly, it's a lot of his food habits.

Bro H A T E S pickles. Learned that one recently. Said it's a texture thing. I can understand that. I am happy to steal pickles off his plate in the future.

Same with onions. Any time I buy us Taco Bell I make sure his bean burritos lack onions.

Learned a while back that he hates eggs. This has changed recently. Our mom was just shit at making eggs. His wife makes delicious eggs and he is a happy egg boi now.

If I want to make him smile, a 20 piece nugget from McDonalds and a pack of M&Ms will make his day. The 3 or 4 times I've done this, he says "omg did you know-" and I have to interrupt him and be like "yes I know I didn't just come up with this out of the blue please brother do not assume I am a psychic"

I also know this man puts way too much salt on his chickie nuggies. Like. Bro. You're gonna turn into a hunk of salt at this rate. Am worried for ya health boi. Chill. Goddamn.

Last big thing I can think of is he fucking l o v e s mozzarella sticks. In the past few years there been a "tradition" that for birthdays we go out to eat somewhere and every single time, if mozzarella sticks are an option as an appetizer, he orders as many plates of them as his wife will allow. (And he wonders why his tummy has troubles! Silly brother, fried foods and marinara sauce are for people without ulcerative colitis! I thought he would've learned from me but noooooo)

Anyways-

I'm just enjoying know stuff about my brother. It's nice. Younger me would be thriving on this information alone, so all the other knowledge I have packed away now? Better than gold from my perspective.

[autistic--brushstrokes]

[ulkaralakbarova]

Karl Anton Verloc and his wife own a small cinema in a quiet London suburb where they live seemingly happily. But Mrs. Verloc does not know that her husband has a secret that will affect their relationship and threaten her teenage brother’s life. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Mrs. Verloc: Sylvia Sidney Karl Verloc – Her Husband: Oskar Homolka Stevie – Her Young Brother: Desmond Tester Ted: John Loder Renee: Joyce Barbour Superintendent Talbot: Matthew Boulton Hollingshead: S. J. Warmington The Professor: William Dewhurst Mrs. Jones (uncredited): Clare Greet Greengrocer (uncredited): Aubrey Mather Monocle Man (uncredited): Austin Trevor Studious Youngster (uncredited): Charles Hawtrey The Professor’s Daughter (uncredited): Martita Hunt Mr. Verloc’s Visitor (uncredited): Torin Thatcher Mr. Verloc’s Visitor (uncredited): Peter Bull Man Walking Past the Cinema as the Light Is Renewed: Alfred Hitchcock Film Crew: Screenplay: Charles Bennett Director of Photography: Bernard Knowles Editor: Charles Frend Novel: Joseph Conrad Director: Alfred Hitchcock Additional Dialogue: E. V. H. Emmett Art Direction: Oscar Friedrich Werndorff Wardrobe Designer: Marianne Thanks: Walt Disney Continuity: Alma Reville Music: Louis Levy Sound Recordist: Angelina Cameron Costume Designer: Joe Strassner Dialogue: Helen Simpson Dialogue: Ian Hay Associate Producer: Ivor Montagu Scenic Artist: Albert Whitlock Camera Operator: Stephen Dade Art Direction: Albert Jullion Producer: Michael Balcon Music: Jack Beaver Music: Hubert Bath Assistant Director: Pen Tennyson Movie Reviews: CinemaSerf: Perhaps not one of Hitchcock’s most prominent films, but it’s a tense crime thriller telling the tale of a family of recent émigrés to Britain who are struggling to run their small London cinema. Oskar Homolka (“Mr. Verloc”) falls foul of some criminals who offer to pay him for carrying out an act of sabotage. This doesn’t quite cause the mayhem they desire so he is unwittingly, this time, involved a much more deadly action. Unbeknown to him, Scotland Yard are on to them and have planted a detective (John Loder) in the greengrocers who befriends the family. The plot unfolds slowly and tensely. Loder and (“Mrs. Verloc”) a slightly dewy-eyed Sylvia Sidney fall for each other as we go along. That storyline slightly districts from the suspense and the ending comes along a bit too rapidly for me. Great to watch, though…

[evilhorse]

Told you. These two were being gay and doing crimes in the 19th century.

(X-Men: The Wedding Special #1)

[lifewithaview]

Michael C. Hall in Dexter (2006–2013) Crocodile

S1E2

Dexter's world is rocked when a rival serial murderer, dubbed the Ice Truck Killer by the media, privately contacts him and reveals that he knows Dexter's grisly secret. Meanwhile, Dexter's sister Debra is transferred to Homicide...

*Dexter Morgan: I can kill a man, dismember his body, and be home in time for Letterman. But knowing what to say when my girlfriend's feeling insecure... I'm totally lost.

[lilislegacy]

percy: hey thalia!

thalia: hey little loser!

percy: little? i tower over you. and i’m like 3 times as muscuar. and im physically older

thalia: …i like how that’s the part you defended

percy: yeah well i know im not a loser. do losers have college degrees?

thalia:

percy: don’t answer that

[morganbritton132]

Want to make a minor adjustment to my Steve With Much Older Siblings post from yesterday. I think it’d be a much more interesting dynamic if he’s actually their half sibling from an affair.

Their father had an affair with his secretary and then married her when she got pregnant. It broke up their family and they blamed Steve for it for years.

When they stayed over for their weekend with Dad, they were either outright cruel to him or pretended he didn’t exist. When they were old enough to stop coming over, they did. It’s only after growing up and maturing that (most of) his siblings were able to acknowledge that Steve was never at fault for their family breaking up.

They tried to mend their relationship with him, especially after realizing how absent his parents are, but by then Steve was old enough to build up his own resentment. It’s an uphill battle.

It’s a lot of actually coming around for holidays and a lot of teasing when they do. It’s actually picking the phone when the hospital calls, something that’s happening with increasing frequency.

Steve has never asked any of them for anything until one day, he shows up on Richie’s front porch smelling like death and gasoline. He’s got blood drying all over him and is visibly shaking, and Richie thinks that he’s been hurt in the earthquake but Steve barely acknowledges the concern, “I need you to represent my friend.”

“What?”

“You’re the only lawyer I know, and -“ Steve takes a big shuttering breath. “They’ll kill him, Rich. He never hurt anybody but no one will listen. They’ll lock him up and it won’t be fair, and Dustin can’t… I never ask you for anything but. But I need��”

“Eddie Munson?” He asks incredulous. “You’re friends with Eddie Munson?”

[yungbunnie]

big brother who picks me up from school, just to take me to a secluded place . Pushing me down in the back seat as he holds me down , pulling my skirt down. As he began to finger fuck me before sliding his dick inside telling me how much he loves me