#I mean I know where her insecurities are coming from since I'm her daughter

[shut-up-rabert]

Told my parents about a buncha guys who tried being "fresh" to my cousin and I at park.... Two types of parents:

Mom: Beta aiso ko ignore kar dena chahiye, wo seedhey seedhey kuchh nahi keh rahe to pange mat–

Dad: thhappad maarke mujhe phone kar dena tha, waise bhi bohot din ho gaye kisi ki chhitai kiye.

Mom, glaring at him: dekh zoe, kuchh logo ki parvarish aise hi hoti hai.

Dad: parvarish to 2 minute m theek kar sakte hai (I give him a hi5)

Mom, visibly angry: kyu sikh rahe ho ise ye sab, ye sahi mein laga aaegi unke!

Dad: Haan toh? Tum bhi to aisi hi thi, ab kyu Darr rahi ho? (Referencing to the fact that he was nervous to approach her back in the day because she was known as a serial slapper, she spared no jerks at all)

Mom: >:T

[marksbear2]

WILL GRAHAM X MALE READER

This is pure fluff and that’s something rare on this blog since I usually write smutt. But since I love this man sm he gets special treatment.

⚠️Warnings- fluff, healthy relationships, mentions marriage and starting a family. And etc.⚠️

— Likes to keep a picture of you in his wallet. He would give it a quick glance before heading into a case. Your picture is his little good luck charm.

— He wouldn't keep you a secret, but isn't open about it. For example he wouldn't talk about you for hours to someone (only with his dogs he does.) but if someone asked if he had a s/o he would tell them about you straight up.

— He still is very shy about asking you out on dates even though you two have been dating for a while.

— Mandatory fishing trips together.

— He most def wouldn't tell Hannibal about you. He wants you to stay the hell away from him.

— Probably tells you about the cases hes working on. Even if he isn't supposed to tell someone he'll tell you without hesitation if you asked.

— You being there when he's sleepwalking every step of the way. Even having to wake him up a few times.

— You and him sleeping together makes him fall asleep faster. To the point he can't sleep without you.

— He would like to vent to you if you let him. He'll just vent to you while cuddling with one of the dogs while you sit next to him and listen. After he's done and realizes what he'd done he'll feel embarrassed, but he trusts you even more.

— Jack coming to Will's house unexpectedly and opening the door and walks inside. "Will! I got-" Jack trails off looking down at you two play wrestler with the dogs. "Never mind." Jack says before leaving the house going back to his car.

— Likes to call you something traditional or something sweet. Like hun/honey, love,sugar, idiot or sometimes even bug. He didn't know where bug came from one day he called you it and never let it go. He means the pretty bugs y'know.

— He prefers holding hands rather than anything sexual.

— Walks around his property with the dogs.

— Late night conversations.

— Begins to tell you more about Hannibal as the days go by. Like what him and Hannibal were talking about and etc.

— Long warm hugs after he comes back home from work. Just standing in the middle of the doorway hugging each other in loving silence. Just silently reassuring each other.

— Him letting you play and style his hair. It helps him relax when you do it, so he asks you to do it more often.

— Constantly reassuring him that you love him because he's an insecure mess and overthinks a lot. Like you don't love him or you're just using him.

— Him smiling to himself just at the thought of you or the mention of your name.

— Drinking coffee together at the front porch in early in the morning just enjoying the others company.

— Him waking you up after he has a nightmare. He curls up in your chest holding onto your clothes tightly as you cradle him in your lap kissing the top of his head. "I'm here Will. Don't worry baby i'm right here."

— Him having nightmares about losing you to the point he tells Hannibal about you and his fear of losing you, because he couldn't keep it to himself anymore.

— Will refusing the offer to let you two meet over dinner. Like he shot down the proposal so fast.

— Ms Lounds trying to get you to speak about Will. Like trying to make you spill all the bad things you know about him. And you just give her the bird and walk away.

— You two probably getting married either in the forest or by a dock.

— I think he's fine with the dogs, but if he ever wants to start a real family he'll want like two daughters and one boy.

— He side eyes you whenever he thinks your being weird or something. And he’ll give you the silent treatment after a long argument.

THE END

[torukmaktoskxawng]

Headcanons if Avatar!Grace lived and raised Kiri alongside the Sullys and adopted Spider:

"Jake Sully, I know damn well that you didn't just ground your son for recklessness! 'You wanna hear about reckless? How about the time you taunted a baby hammerhead titanothere and its mother before being chased into the jungle by a Thanator like the asshat you are."

Spider is depressed because Neytiri has yet to warm up to him. Grace gathers him up like he's still a baby and since she's a Na'vi and he's a human, it's so easy to do: "Give her some time, kiddo. Neytiri has lost more than most to the Sky People. In the meantime, go find your sister. I think she's been wanting to show you her newest verse in her songcord."

"Neteyam, sometimes you gotta just ignore your father. He's a jarhead. No. I'm not telling you what that means."

Kiri when she's vocal about her insecurities and how she feels different from everyone else. Grace silently listens before saying: "You hear Eywa? Normally, I would call you crazy from a scientist's perspective... but after what Eywa has done for me... After she saved all that I am in this body while the human one died, and after she gave me you, I don't think it sounds as crazy anymore. You're a miracle, baby. My sweet little miracle. You and your brother are so special, and any moron who says otherwise must have a death wish."

Ever watch Once Upon a Time? Remember this scene between Regina and Emma? ⤵️

Quaritch: He's my son-!

Grace: HE'S NOT, HE'S MINE!

"Jake, Lo'ak came to me traumatized because he walked in on you and Neytiri."

Jake: It was an accident. But at the same time, he can't just walk in without announcing himself.

"No? Huh. That's funny. Hey, I think Norm should go talk to your son about the time you wheeled in on him and Trudy--"

Speaking of Norm, Grace has a hard time being able to fit herself in their portable biolab due to the size so Norm and Max build a large greenhouse and lab meant for Grace's new height difference. They can't change the fact that the microscopes are still too small for her hands, however.

"If my hands weren't capable of crushing the damn thing I would've done it myself instead of letting you idiots tamper the samples with your saliva AGAIN."

She still teaches all the village kids how to speak English among other human customs. A new school is built in the mountains and Tuk is her best student, obviously.

Grace vocally admits she prefers Jake in a wheelchair because he was easier to push around. To which Jake responds: "Woman, you know damn well you still push me around."

Here's some more angst: Kiri and Spider are arguing and I believe this scene comes from the live action Mowgli movie:

Kiri: You're my best friend, Spider. I understand what it's like for no one to want you. I don't have any friends neither. But we have each other and we're like the same--

Spider: We're not the same.

Kiri: We are. Because- you're special, and I'm special--

Spider: WE'RE NOT SPECIAL! Don't you get it?! We'll never be one of them! We're freaks! You're not special, Kiri! It's just something Mom tells you to make you feel better about yourself BECAUSE YOU CAME OUT WRONG!

(Side note: Wow. I just made myself cry.)

Grace would be beside herself. She's trying to comfort Kiri after the fight and trying to figure out what to do with Spider. She knows she should ground him, but at the same time, she knows where he's coming from and why he finally snapped. With Quaritch hunting them and likely trying to take Spider back, the boy is beyond stressed on top of still trying to fit in.

Lo'ak ended up being the one who got Kiri and Spider to make up after giving each other the silent treatment for a week. Lo'ak understood them better than Grace ever could.

Grace, with Rotxo, probably: If you break my daughter's heart, then I'll break your tail.

Jake is trying to get his whole family to behave alongside the Metkayina so that they could stay there and not get kicked out. He didn't realize he'll have to make GRACE AUGUSTINE behave on top of that.

Ronal and Grace have MAD respect for each other you can't convince me otherwise.

I NEED to see Avatar!Grace riding a skimwing with the brightest smile on her face that would be so amazing.

Tsireya buddies up to her immediately, sticking to her side like glue and asking a hundred questions, usually followed by "Can I take Kiri and Spider swimming?"

Ao'nung keeps a good several feet between himself and Grace. He's suspicious and she straightens him out with one glare, ESPECIALLY after he bullied her kids around for being freaks.

Grace even got Tonowari to laugh when she came dragging his son home by the ear for talking rudely to her.

Grace is like a second mom to Neytiri when they're so far away from home.

And finally:

"I'm too old for this bullshit."

Please reblog and add your own headcanons! I need more Grace

[keruimi]

To Be Worthy of Someone

Tengen Uzui x reader

Warning: Angst and Comfort

Note: This oneshot gave a slight peek of what I'm experiencing in reality until it finally burst so I decided to let everything out in this. I don't know if I'm overreacting but I can't hide that worry, insecurities, and fear that I really have no one. Advice is greatly appreciated.

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Before, I thought I could survive in this life as long as I had them.

The people who I shared my problems with, the people who once comforted me at my lowest.

The friends who I'm now watching from far away.

With my social anxiety, I can't have the strength to approach them.

Because I knew they would see me as an outsider.

They have the same interest, while I just join them to have someone accompany me in this lonely world.

Even the introverted people I knew found where they belong to.

So why do I feel like I don't belong anywhere?

The friends I got close with either become backstabbers or insensitive people.

Like one wrong move and they would never turn their head in my direction anymore.

I notice how distant I am to them.

That's what they made me feel.

One opinion from me, they would get angry or annoyed. Like I don't even have the right to speak.

Even the closest one I have, slowly to show her dislike on me.

I told myself I need to walk away, but I can't.

Because they are the only ones I have.

Even if they are the same people who made my self-hatred deepen more.

The same people who made me question if there is something wrong with me?

"Even the others saw you're just forcing yourself to them"

That's how the people around me saw it and I can't help but agree more.

They are right...

I have no true friends in the first place.

That it led me to the position where I am now. Facing the cliff where I once went before I thought of suicide.

I want to start a new life again.

Even if it means reaching the end of this life.

I thought I feared death or the monsters hiding within the shadows.

But I guess I feel more scared when the entire world makes me feel like I was no one at all.

Living in this kind of world doesn't benefit me.

So let's just end it

Even if I'm still confused if I was the one who ruined the friendship I tried so hard to protect.

But did it even exist in the first place?

I heard myself chuckle on my thoughts.

This is why I wanted reassurance. Words coming from their own mouth that I was accepted. That I was someone to the people who are important to me.

Because the time I'm pushed to the edge, the insecurities and doubt would catch up to me.

But I guess it's time to stop expecting too much.

It was toxic for myself to be with them.

If I leave, I will be free from the monsters on my mind who keep ruining me

So starting a life where no one would see me the same way the world did.

Is the best option I need to take.

I felt the tears leave my own eyes as I took a step towards the edge of the cliff.

It was the best for me.

This is for me.

I don't want to keep living in a world where I never felt like I belonged.

One step...

I want to live in a world where I am loved by the people I chose to love.

Where I don't question myself anymore if someone still loves me not out of obligation or responsibility.

Like the love I felt from my parents.

Another step...

Being the second born daughter who learned to become independent at such a young age, they decided by themselves that I can handle myself.

I have no one but myself.

And another...

I finally felt the feeling that people would only come to you if you have something they need.

I gave everything and it drained me.

No matter how much I practice just to reach their standards, learn the things they love even though I don't want those things.

I kept adjusting but no one decided to adjust just for me.

My efforts to be someone was for nothing.

The main thing I feared the most ever since I was a kid.

I feel like I am gladly accepting it right now with open arms.

I look at the moon shining above me.

May God forgive me...

And I finally braced myself to fall forward until a voice broke the barrier of my intentions.

I slowly glance at the person behind me as my eyes widen when the silhouette of the sound hashira is the one that greeted me.

Both of us were silent as I bow down as a respect for a high ranking warrior like him.

"How unflashy" I heard him murmur that made me step back to test him and I saw how he immediately moved from his position that made me stop from my movement.

Until he is within my reach...

I didn't dare lower my gaze at him and saw how he sighed when he realized my actions.

"Ending your life is not worth it. But I admire how you seem certain with this decision of yours" I felt his hand on my shoulder in a friendly manner that I can't help but look up to him who already has his eyes on me.

"Let's talk about this as a colleague of the Demon Slayer Corps"

That time I felt how I slowly changed my decision on ending it.

Because an unknown person decided to show his concern to a person like me.

And I decided to write another chapter of my own story

When I took the risk of trying again

~•~

The situation I am in right now made it clear that It was my fault I was in this kind of situation.

Being warmly embraced by the same man who lightened my world that night.

I don't know what I did to make him love me but I sure did ask him a lot about it.

So I can assure that I would never lose the trait that made me loved by him.

"Tengen, let me go. I still need to finish baking the snacks I'm preparing for you" I told him as I tried to remove his hands away from my waist.

But I stopped from my movement when I felt his lips that was giving small kisses on my shoulder lift into a small smile that made me turn red.

"What?" I have the urge to ask him and it was immediately followed by a chuckle.

"I'm just thinking how you are pushed into that decision when I begin to love everything about you" He stated honestly that made me stop struggling on his arms as I gave him a side glance.

It seems like he is giving me the answer I am badly asking for.

"Please do enumerate those so called 'things'" I challenge him but deep in my heart, I really want to keep holding on to those words he would speak out next.

I let out a squeal when he lifted me up to face him making it look like I was straddling him. I stayed still in that position as our eyes never left each other

"The way you give me everything you have. Whether its your time, love, care, advice, and effort. I love those"

His eyes gaze on mine as I felt how my eyes started to get glossy.

"It was no effort"

"No" he countered my words before chuckling. "Being that kind of person is already your character"

"Y/n, I love everything about you and I'm not kidding"

A small smile lifted from my lips as I thanked the heavens that my tears haven't fallen from my eyes yet.

I took the risk of loving him even though I'm not sure I would have the ending I wanted.

God has finally favored me...

I started to pepper kisses on his face as his arms on my waist started to tighten in an attempt to bring me closer to him.

I am deserving of his love too.

I surrounded myself with negativity that I forgot the loveable traits I have.

Because the time we got together, I made up my mind that I would do everything just to make him stay.

Even if it's exhausting...

Risky...

Scary...

As long as it's our love, I'll do my best to keep that one alive.

I felt his lips on mine...

My destiny finally went to my favor.

I am finally embraced by the person I love.

And I finally become someone important to someone's life

[thezombieprostitute]

Dream Come True - Part 3

Summary: The “Garbage Men” are the guys in the mob who get the dirt on others and clean up after the higher ups. They have many different ways of gathering intel by running legitimate businesses. One such business is Jefferson/Jensen’s cyber cafe where you regularly go to work. You’ve actually become good friends with Jefferson’s daughter and Jensen’s niece. You even volunteered as their after-school tutor. One day, there’s a robbery attempt where you get hurt protecting the girls. This is how you are introduced to Curtis Everett, the guy in charge of the “Garbage Men”.

Warnings: Violence mentioned and referenced, not written. Insecure reader. Bullying with an emphasis on fat shaming. Please let me know if I miss any!

Part 2 -- Part 4

Series Masterlist

Ransom was not having a good day. Truth be told, he hadn't had a good day since Steve punched his stomach over a week ago. The writer's block had hit harder than usual. Many applicants for the Assistant position were garbage, completely upsetting his idea that you just needed to google the right answers.

He was starting to realize that Fatso, as he had taken to calling her in his head, was able to help him through his writing blocks because she had the context of the other questions, some rough draft information, and she'd include ways to use her research into the story. Maybe he just needed to actually hire someone from the "competent" file and try from there?

Problem was, time was an issue. His writer's block had kicked in hard and his publisher was getting more impatient about updates. He spent so much time just staring at his computer.

He was startled out of his contemplation by a phone call. If it was his publisher he'd just ignore it but the Caller ID showed "Steve Rogers".

Ransom answered, "Rogers! To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Where the hell are you Drysdale?" Steve was quiet growling into the phone. Indicating he was around others.

"What do you mean?"

"The damned Stark party? Raising funds for Rhodes's campaign?!" Ransom could swear he heard Steve's teeth grinding. "You're supposed to be here chatting with Mrs. Devereaux. Buttering her up to at least not donate to Wilford?!"

"Shit," Ransom jumped up and ran towards his closet. "Tell her I'll be there in 20 minutes. If she needs an excuse, I was writing up a storm. I'll make it up to her by naming a character after her or something."

"Just. Get. Here." Steve hung up.

Yeah, Ransom was not having a good day.

Your life was returning to some sense of normalcy. The crutches were a pain but, thankfully, you didn't have a lot of places to go. You wanted to get back to working as quickly as you could, if only to feel like you were actually earning some of the money you'd been given.

But you'd kept your promise to be safe, and allow yourself to heal. You did your best to keep within the movement restrictions you were given. Part of you was still waiting for that hospital bill. Yes, Curtis, Dr. Beck, even Jake and Jefferson all said it was taken care of but part of you still waited for that dreaded notice of nonpayment.

Thankfully the cybercafe wasn't too far and you were able to convince the J's (as they told you to call them) that it was the perfect distance for your needed exercise and movement and you'd sit at the cafe long enough to rest for the return trip. You were happy to get back to tutoring the girls in the afternoons. Your mornings were spent applying for other jobs.

One morning your applications were interrupted by Jake.

"Hey, Y/N, this is Hal," Jake gestured to the handsome, shirt-haired man, wearing a too small shirt, next to him. "He's here to work with you towards getting his GED.”

"Oh, yes," you perk up. "Curtis mentioned another possible student." You reach out your hand and Hal, grinning even wider, shakes it.

"It's mighty kind of you to agree to this," he began. "I've been meaning to fill in that gap on my resume for some time.”

"Well I'm happy to help you with that. Please, have a seat so we can get started?”

Hal pulls out the nearest chair and turns it so that he sits on it backwards, his muscly arms resting on the back of the chair.

"So, is this a time that works for you," you ask. "I've got a pretty open schedule so your time preferences are get priority.”

"Well," he hesitates, "my schedule is pretty all-over-the-place. Is there any chance we could take it a week at a time?”

"Sure," you affirm. "As long as you give me notice so I'm not sitting here doing nothing.”

"Yes, ma'am," Hal nods. "I'm not in the habit of leaving pretty girls wanting." He gives a wink but you drop your eyes and sigh.

"Hal," you scold. "I'm going to guess you're the type to hit on anything that breathes?”

Clearly taken aback by your tone Hal straightens in his seat. "No," he denies. "Maybe. I swear I was just trying to compliment you.”

You pause your comeback and take a deep breath instead. "I suppose there is a difference," you concede. “Just please be careful with both of those around me. I am not a "pretty girl" and I do not appreciate being addressed as such.”

Hal's eyebrows furrow in confusion so you continue, "let's just keep the compliments related to our work? Please? I'd always prefer being smart or nice to being pretty." You give him a small smile and he visibly relaxes.

"Sure thing, Teach," he says. "So, where should we start?”

Curtis was cleaning up the interrogation room after Barnes and Fowler's latest “message” to Rumlow’s crew. They had already taken the body to drop it off on Rumlow's front door, Curtis would make sure all evidence was removed from the room. It was ugly work but maybe, just maybe, Rumlow would stop trying to push his drugs and thugs in their territory.

He was finishing up when he got a text from Jefferson saying Hal’s first session went well. He normally doesn't need these kinds of updates from the legitimate side of things but he found himself rather invested in your progress. You were unusual. A puzzle he wanted to figure out.

Or so he kept telling himself to explain why he was thinking about you so much. You’d shown yourself to be sweet and patient with others but he remembers the fire with which you spoke to him. He almost felt like a moth drawn to your light but he had to keep himself in check. For now it was enough to know you were doing well and helping his family.

At least until he got the follow up text from Jefferson saying, “Ran is looking for Teach. Ok to share info?”

Curtis felt his jaw tighten. The pompous ass had fired someone for taking a bullet. He didn't want him anywhere near you. He was sure you wouldn't want to see Ransom, either. Jake had told him you'd blocked your former boss’s number and his emails would go straight to spam. He texted back a simple “no.” Let the asshole suffer.

Part 2 -- Part 4

Tagging @alicedopey because I promised I would.

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[lorynna]

Seperate post because I am unable to reblog yesterday's debate about sex-selective abortions:

Down below is the link to the full blog post if anyone is interested in reading the whole thing. I am just going to reply to a few of the absolute insane and brainrot takes by @aux-squiggle :

1) "I'm sure you'd (correctly) chastize me if I went on every post with someone having bleach & dyed hair crying about how hair bleach harms the hair and saying "yes I understand it's your body and I'm not against your autonomy but hair dye is so stupid" at some point one realizes that it's just my opinion on hair dye and I should shut up unless explicitly asked for my opinion, which at no point were you asked for your opinion on what I'll do or (what you think) makes sense to do with my body."

Starting right off, it's actually the first time I ever spoke about sex-selective abortion on here, so me "going on every post" is wrong and intentional inflammatory wording. The comparison between dyed/bleached hair and abortion lacks heavily - it's also ridiculously stupid. I'm sure what you do with your hair and the policies surrounding it is an equally political and complicated topic like abortion. Even if you should go around telling people "Sure, do your thing, dye your hair but it's unnecessary in my opinion to promote the beauty industry by partaking in it, because it makes money off of women's insecurities" you have the right to speak your opinion and reblogging another person who's stating their opinion, who's stopping you? Surprise, you can speak your opinion even without being asked for it! Some people will agree, some won't, that's the way it is! I'm sure you don't ask people you have differing opinions from each time if you please may reblog their post, or do you? This is the internet babe.

2) "Next thing idk where you've gotten this "trivilization of abortion thing" or making it seem like I have said abortion is a cutesy procedure with absolutely no harm but as poodle has said it's also very safe. Idk if you think every mention of abortion has to come with a full list of disclaimers but if you read me saying "I will get an abortion if it's a male" to mean "lol guys I get abortions every weekend let's go down to the spa for a pampering plus abortion trolololol" that's your own tbh. The issue is you view being pregnant with a male fetus (as opposed to a female one) as a trivial difference, when it's not trivial to me, many other radfems and indeed for many libfem women."

Surely not every mention of abortion needs to come with a huge list of disclaimers, after all you're not their doctor but idk about you, talking about "i will get pregnant and abort as many times as I have to, until I conceive a daughter" does sound very trivializing to me. Lastly, sure the future sex of anyone's baby means something different to anyone and a certain preference or even the so called "gender disappointment" is real and valid, but is it really the solution to spin the wheel on each pregnancy again and again until you get what you want?

3) "As for the race, sex, other attributes thing, as I've already established, since fetuses are not people and are not going to suffer if their mom gets rid of them, I don't care. I couldn't give a fuck if a white woman aborts a half POC baby tbh like that's her business. No POC suffers from her actions. I also refuse to have a half white baby.

Obviously that's easily addressed by me choosing a black African sire but if I were in a consensual relationship with a white male (would never happen because I don't date males but ygtp) I would abort because I don't want to birth a half Euro baby, as statically they pair up with Eurodescendants themselves. I already know you probably also think that's stupid but I have no wish to contribute to my oppressor's group in that regard either, even by a generational separation, as I know the most likely choice Afro/Euro biracial children make as opposed to monoracial black children.

To me, mixed (b&w) people are black, but ¾ white people are white. Having a monoracial black child means my grandchildren (if any) will also be black (mixed b& something else, or monoracial) meaning the family makeup is what I'm most happy with. Idc what my great-grandchildren (if any) are, I'm probably dead anyways.

So yes I would intentionally make choices, including that of abortion, that bring me the life I'm happiest with. Other women who do that are not my business, I don't care. They could abort because they don't like the star sign their kid is expected to have. A birth that brings the mother sadness, no matter how small or how frivolous the reason for sadness is, is not good and if she aborts to avoid that, all power to her."

That's....really interesting...to know. You have established you would not blink an eye for whatever reason people abort, be it their future baby's star sign, their sex or their ethnicity & race. Your reasoning for not wanting a non 100% black baby being that according to you they statistically are more likely to pair up with eurodescendants making you worry about your family tree becoming "less black"? Then you're going on about "who is black" and "who is white" according to you.

To clarify to anyone who does not know my stance on abortion: I am pro choice, I support every woman's right that does want to get an abortion, despite her reasoning. An abortion as the process itself is not tied to a moral aspect, as the fetus in these stages of development where an abortion is possible, is a non conscious clump of cells. However I do think that the reason for why a woman decides to abort can be criticised. For example: A woman wants to get pregnant and succeeds. She finds out the baby would be born in February, making it an Aquarius, so she aborts it. My stance on sex-selective is similar to how I view cheating on a spouse. I don't think cheating is right but I wouldn't want it to be illegal.

"Regarding pro-choicers saying "no one aborts for fun and silly reasons" and prolifers potentially using this as a clapback, what do you want me to do about that? There's far superior pro-choice arguments, and further to that, these are only fun and silly reasons to you. These are monumental to other people (including me), and since it's their womb they're the only one's who's feelings matter.

Again as I've told you, I will not censor myself for the sake of prolifers not getting offended, I genuinely could not give less of a fuck what they feel. They will always find a reason to hate on the pro-choice movement and since we understand prolifism is actually about tying women down to men and control of women, everything about both my and your lifestyles upset them. There's no placating their bs. If you are upset that I won't censor myself, keep it to yourself."

Making it seem like I gave a fuck about pro lifers and said "oh look at this poor pro lifer being so upset about your words!" instead of "you are actively harming the acceptance of the pro choice movement". You don't understand that the activism you are making is nothing the world is ready for yet. In most countries, abortion is completely banned and women who go through with it nonetheless are going to prison or are even paying with their lives. I am genuinly glad, that you are living in a progressive country where you can access abortion easily and safely and where healthcare even pays for it. Most people do not have that kind of privilege and pro choice activism firstly needs to focus on gaining acceptance by introducing people step by step to the movement, coming to them with facts and good arguments. You've got to understand your far rad stance is not realistically applicable as of right now.

"If in the 0.00001% chance the genetic test is wrong (which have functionality been at 100% accuracy for years, btw I've found several Irish based tests so I don't have to use an international product) at 8 weeks (and the tests after that) then I get several scans from 14 weeks on that also confirm the sex (and would be told if there is a discrepancy). If at those tests they find it's actually a male and the Y chromosome was somehow not picked up, I go to the UK and get an abortion then. If somehow it's not found out until 24 weeks+ (I'd have an easier time winning the lottery) I go to New Zealand for a 3rd trimester abortion. There's probably something wrong if it was missed that many times, at every single scan and test.

Have you prepared for nuclear war Lorynna? Have you decided what to do if a gamma ray burst sanitizes exactly half the planet (the side you're not on), and have you got a contingency plan on what to do if suddenly 4 billion people die? What if global supply chains collapse tomorrow (an actual likely thing tbh). Nuclear war and supply chain collapse at least are far more likely than a fetus being missed as male not only on the first genetic test, AND the tests after that, AND every single ultrasound after that. Idk about gamma ray burst though, probably the same likelihood.

If by some hellish demon reality I get stuck with a son then obviously I raise my son, as I've discussed previously in the linked essay."

Insanity. Proceeding to ask me about every possible catastrophic event that potentially happen and asking me if i prepared for it because yes, sure - it is exactly as unlikely as your baby to turn out being a boy despite all of your fancy tests. But glad to know that should the tests fail, you'll raise your son?

"" There's no reason to fight" "but I do have an opinion." As established, your opinion was unnecessary and uninvited, so it's very likely people will get mad at you if you call major life choices "stupid" without providing any reasoning beyond your feelings. Like I said, telling me what I should be ok with residing in my womb is nothing short of foul, and frankly unasked for."

Oh no! How evil of me, I dare to have an opinion and according to you it was unnecessary and uninvited! Oh man, so many people are going to get mad at me for calling major life choices stupid without providing any reason at all! At this point I'm almost 100% sure you're illiterate and typed your responses while blindfolded and with your left pinky toe. Claiming my arguments are feeling-based rather than objective criticism. And sure, because I said that if you were mature, you'd approach an intended pregnancy, accepting that both sexes can be the outcome of that and that a person who wants to get pregnant in my opinion should be okay with either, I am the worst!

[vbecker10]

Hey could you do a Loki x reader where reader is insecure about her body after giving birth and Loki is doing everything he can to reassure that he finds her beautiful?

Hey anon!! I love this idea so much! I'm sorry about the wait, I didn't mean for it to take me so long to get to this one. I've never written anything where Loki has a child before but I've been wanting to. I hope you like this! 💚💚

You Are My Queen

Pairing: Jotun Loki x plus size female reader (y/n)

Warnings: self depreciating thoughts, issues with self image... but I promise lots of fluff (let me know if I forgot anything)

Summary: You and Loki are the proud parents of a beautiful one month old baby girl (Luna, I stole the name from a friend). You couldn't be more in love with your daughter and Loki but you can't stop the negative thoughts that have been plaguing you recently. You do your best to hide your growing concerns from Loki but one morning you reluctantly open up to him about how you really see yourself.

A/N: So... I added in Jotun Loki cause I literally couldn't help myself. I also made the reader plus size and added a bit of background into why she is feeling this way... enjoy!

Dividers by: @harlequin-hangout

You groan lightly as a hand gently touches your shoulder, pulling you from your dreams. Opening your eyes slowly, a smile creeps across your face as you look up at your boyfriend. You rub your eyes as his illusion melts away, leaving his skin a rich shade of blue and his eyes a deep red. "Hi Loki," you mumble sleepily.

"Hello darling," he says with a smile then he leans down to kiss you. You reach up and touch his cheek, running your fingers over the raised markings and keeping his lips on your for a moment longer.

"Did you just get home?" you ask, sitting up on the couch as he stands up again.

He nods, "I texted you about half an hour ago to let you know we landed."

"Oh no. I'm sorry I missed your text," you tell him suddenly feeling guilty for not responding. You had forgotten you put your phone on vibrate so the text and call alerts wouldn't wake Luna. "I must have fallen asleep after I put her to bed..." you explain as you get up from the couch.

"It's alright love, I imagine our daughter kept you quite busy these last few days," he assumes and you nod in agreement. This was the first mission Loki had been on since you had given birth and even though it was only for three days, you were exhausted. He extends his hand towards you and you take it, intertwining your fingers with his. "Come to bed darling," he says in a soothing voice, "I've missed you."

"I missed you too," you reply as the two of you head towards your bedroom but suddenly your attention is drawn to your daughter's room. She begins to cry loudly and you let go of Loki's hand. You reach for the door knob and pause for a moment, covering your mouth as you yawn.

"Go back to sleep, I'll take care of our little princess," you hear Loki say from behind you.

"Are you sure? You just got home," you ask.

"Of course. My brother was pestering me for pictures of Luna as soon as we began our return flight. I pretended to be asleep so he would leave me alone and I must have actually fallen asleep at some point. I'm probably less tired than you are, dear," he tells you and you can't help but laugh. He kisses your cheek then opens the door to Luna's room. "I'll be in shortly," he says.

You go to your room and get into the bed, pulling the covers around yourself. You fight to stay awake, hoping you will have a few moments alone with Loki but you can barely keep your eyes open. You smile as you hear Loki singing softly to calm your daughter back to sleep through the baby monitor on your night stand. Yawning again, you roll onto your side and give in, closing your eyes.

You roll over and reach for Loki, opening your eyes when you don't feel him in the bed with you. You sit up, stretching a bit as you look at the clock.

When you walk out of your bedroom, you see Loki standing in the middle of the kitchen with Luna in his arms. He is swaying from side to side slowly while he hums to her, the newspaper he is reading on the counter flips to the next page with a light green glow caused by him nodding his head. The kettle on the stove begins to whistle, Loki keeps one hand on Luna's back and with a wave of his other hand, a green glow picks up the kettle and turns off the stove. You shake your head with a smile as the kettle pours water into two mugs on the counter and Loki looks up from his reading.

"Good morning, darling," he smiles. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did," you tell him as you walk over to where he is standing. He leans down to kiss you and when he pulls back you look at your daughter. "Good morning princess," you say softly, kissing her nose as she looks up at you with her bright red eyes. Her tiny blue fingers reach for you and she grabs onto one of your fingers. "She looks so much like you," you say to Loki.

He jokes, "I think that might be because we are both blue my dear." You laugh and shake your head. "She is as beautiful as her mother," he tells you and you suddenly feel the need to force yourself to smile.

You look away from Loki abruptly and walk to the fridge to get milk for the coffee. "Are you alright?" he asks and you nod but still don't look at him. You add milk to both mugs before handing Loki his. You avoid eye contact with him, instead you pick up one of your daughter's books from the counter and flip through it. You can hear the familiar voices trying to force their way back into your mind, the voices that insisted you were never good enough, smart enough, pretty enough, thin enough. You had worked hard to get past them but it took almost nothing for them to reappear again.

"Hmm?" you ask as Loki finally gets your attention.

"I said, you should relax this morning," he suggests. "Luna and I have some reading to catch up on, don't we little one?" he asks your daughter and she smiles at him.

You consciously smile again, maybe relaxing wouldn't be such a bad idea. The voices were harder to push away when you were tired. Loki walks over to you and touches your chin lightly so you are looking up at him. "What is going on in that pretty little mind of yours?" he asks, obviously able to tell something is wrong.

You shake your head, not wanting to tell him. He strokes your cheek lightly and kisses your forehead. "Go unwind, love, we can talk after," he says, taking your coffee from you. Before you can reply you hear the water running in the bathroom. You nod and say thank you quietly.

You open the door to the bathroom and look around, Loki's magic never ceasing to amaze you. Steam rises off the nearly filled tub and there are lite candles lining the window sill. You can smell the lavender and oils which have been added to the water, causing a thick layer of bubbles to appear on the surface. A glass vase with an assortment of green flowers sits on the edge of the vanity.

You take off your pajamas quickly, careful not to catch your reflection in the mirror as you undress. You slip into the tub and sink under the bubbles as you close your eyes. Breathing deeply, you feel your body slowly relax in the warm water. You can hear Loki reading to Luna faintly, his voice changing slightly to match the various characters in whichever book he had chosen.

Gradually, your mind begins to wander. You had never thought much about your weight while in high school but when you first started college you realized you were always the heaviest girl in your classes. You tried all four years to control your weight but between your hectic class schedule and working full time there was little room to do things for yourself. Your weight never deterred you from making friends easily but it had held you back from ever being in a serious relationship. You dated occasionally but you found you had a hard time believing anyone was ever interested in you.

After you graduated, you got a job at SHIELD and excitedly moved to New York City. You were nervous about moving so far from home but you quickly became close with Wanda and Natasha, spending almost all of your free time together. The two of them had helped you arrange a schedule where they would go to the gym with you three or four times a week to keep you on track. About a month after you arrived, Loki and Thor joined the Avengers and you soon developed a crush on the God of Mischief. Your two best friends noticed of course and you did little to deny it, although you were adamant that he only liked you as a friend.

Eleven months later, you were still going to the gym several times a week, eating healthier and hopelessly in love with Loki who you had grown close to. Natasha and Wanda watched you get off the scale in the gym with a broad smile on your face. "Not much longer now," Natasha said, referring to your goal weight. You nod dramatically, you couldn't believe you were actually going to make it this time. "So, I think we should make this a little more interesting," she says and you look at her curiously. "Once you reach your goal, you have to ask Loki out on a date," she says and you look at her wide-eyed. You have no idea what possessed you to agree but almost a month later, you reached your goal and found yourself knocking on his apartment door to see if he wanted to go to the movies. Next month will be your three year anniversary, you think with a smile but it fades slowly.

You will need to buy a new dress if he wants to take you out to dinner like he usually does. Would you even be able to find a dress that would fit you now, you wonder. You open your eyes slowly and look at the clothing you had discarded by the door. None of your clothes from before the pregnancy fit anymore, it was a month since you had given birth and you hadn't lost a single pound.

In the beginning, you tried to continue going to the gym, desperate to keep the body you had worked so hard for but you were often too tired to stay long or your feet and back would begin to hurt. Your friends suggested you relax and pick up working out after the baby came and you reluctantly agreed. Your food choices also began to slip as soon as the craving started. Things you hadn't eaten in years were suddenly all you could think about and Loki would get you anything you asked for, day or night no matter how odd or hard to find. In the nine months you were pregnant, you had put on almost half of what you had originally lost and you felt as if you were a failure. Your biggest fear was that Loki would no longer find you attractive unless you lost the weight quickly.

A soft knock on the door causes you to jump in surprise. "Y/N," Loki says from the other side of the door. "Can we talk for a moment?"

A wave of worry spreads over you, whether it is rational or not and you respond, "Just let me get dressed." You hadn't let Loki see you without clothes on since you were almost seven months pregnant. You step out of the tub and grab a towel to dry yourself, sighing when you try to wrap the towel around your body and it barely closes. Holding it in place, you walk over to the vanity and suddenly realize you hadn't brought clean clothes to change into. All you had was the ill-fitting towel and the clothing you had worn the night before.

Loki knocks again, "Can I come in?"

"No," you respond quickly and you hear him take a step back from the door.

"Darling, are you alright?" he asks, the concern heavy in his voice.

"I'm fine, I just..." your words trail off as you see yourself in the full length mirror. You hold the towel as tightly as you can, wiping away a tear that streaks down your cheek. "Loki?" you ask quietly.

"Yes love?" he responds.

"I'm sorry I'm not..." you pause, searching for the right words. "I'm sorry I don't look the way I did before I was pregnant. I know how much you loved my body then and now it's..." You gesture to yourself in the mirror as more tears begin to fall.

"Y/N, what are you talking about? You know I think you are beautiful," he says and you hear him turn the door knob.

"Stop, please," you say and the door remains closed.

There is silence from the hall for a moment then Loki says, "Darling, I wish you could see yourself the way I see you." You wipe your eyes again using the back of your hand. "Are you standing in front of the mirror?" he asks and you nod then say yes. "What do you see?"

You take a deep breath, to try and calm your breathing as you look at yourself. "I see stretch marks everywhere," you say unable to hide your disappointment. "My stomach is flabby and my hips have gotten wider, none of my old pants or shirts fit anymore. Even your clothes, I tried to wear one of your shirts the other day and it wasn't loose like it used to be, it barely fit. My thighs are thicker and my arms jiggle, I see the spider veins on my legs and even my fingers feel swollen," you list all of the things you hate about your appearance and wait terrified for Loki to agree with you.

"Do you know what I see?" he asks and you stifle a sob. "I see the love of my life and the mother of my child. I see the woman who means more to me than anything in the nine realms," he says through the door. "I see someone who is full of strength and determination, who is caring and selfless, quick witted and exquisite. Y/N, my queen, you are a goddess."

You wrap your arms around yourself as you listen to Loki, etching his words into your mind in the hopes that they will keep your thoughts at bay.

"I know you don't feel proud of your body in this moment darling, but your body has given me the greatest gift I have or will ever receive," he tells you. You close your eyes and think back to the day you told Loki you were pregnant. That was the happiest you had ever seen him but it paled in comparison to the day you both met your daughter.

He then asks, "Do you love me less when I am in my Jotun form then you do when I am in my Asgardian form?"

"What? No, of course not," you tell him honestly. "I love you the same no matter which form you take."

"Then how could my love for you vary based on something as simple as your weight?" he asks and you struggle to find an answer. "Please, come out," he says and you wipe your eyes again.

You sniffle and bite your lip, "I don't have any clothes." A small green flash appears on the vanity and you slip on the jeans and t-shirt Loki conjured for you.

You open the door and find yourself frozen as you look down at Loki, kneeling in front of you. He smiles as he reaches to take one of your hands in his, your other hand quickly covering your mouth. "I wanted to do this next month for our anniversary but..." he pauses, opening his free hand to reveal a small velvet green ring box.

"Loki?" you ask, feeling your heart begin to race.

"I have loved you since the moment you awkwardly asked me to see a movie with you," he says and you giggle. "Y/N, you mean more to me then I could ever put into words, you are the one I've been waiting for my whole life. You are my queen, my love, my everything and I want to know if you will do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

"Yes!" you answer excitedly before Loki can even open the ring box. He stands up, wrapping his arms around you as he pulls you to him. He presses his lips to yours but the sudden sound of your daughter waking up hungry causes you to pull away.

"One moment, my little princess," Loki says with a laugh as he opens the box and slips the ring onto your finger.

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[fullmetal-scar-simping]

I am!!!! Immensely enjoying your blog!!! Because yes yes YES by all means call out the nonsense both canon and fandom pull on Ishvalans!!! I haven't gone to check recently but when I checked a long time ago, the Ishval tag on tumblr was filled with white Amestrian Royai angst... and nary a shred of Ishvalans... BUT ANYWAYS

I don't know who the anon that talked about Scar's religious, theological, and academic pedigree because it's so so so good and I will think about it forever and also it made me think about an AU I haven't touched in a while (because not many are interested in Ishvalan centric thing, much less an OC thing I guess) and I won't rattle your ears about it here obviously I don't wanna bother you with it but man. I had this mixed OC character who's actually Miles' daughter who had Complicated feelings on him bc he was gone far too soon from her life due to getting arrested and held for who knows how long while her Amestrian mother died during that time and she just... fell through the cracks, and in that AU I characterized Miles as “yeah be a model citizen and change how Amestrians view Ishvalans :)” to his young little daughter who faced much bullying and discrimination at school, couldn't pass on any part of their Ishvalan heritage, and as a result the girl... felt insecure in her own blood and belonging and eventually finds a mentor/father figure in Scar and that ask about Scar's role in being a record-keeper and studied his people's history just reminded me of the dynamic the two had in my AU. I think I've rambled enough about my own AU despite saying I won't so I'll end the ask here but thank you for being a ray of hope for me and also hello anon I love you whoever you are!! (I might come back and maybe even off-anon!) Have a nice day, both of you!

Ahhh, thanks for the kind words! I'm always excited to hear how this blog has offered people something the fandom at large doesn't bother with. Scar and the Ishvalans/Ishbalans are so sorely ignored.

I haven't touched the Ishval tag on tumblr, but going by the abysmal results on other platforms that make Ishval and the genocide of Ishvalans all about the damn war criminals, I can't say I'm surprised. It likely hasn't gotten any better since you last checked. :/ Man even what little Scar posts and fanworks I can find often somehow revolve around the war criminals (he's just flavouring for their angst/battles/found family bonding and that content in particular tends to be mad derogatory).

:0! Oh shit, a pair of anons like ships in the night. I hope you two manage to find each other. If you're reading this, cool Miles/Scar shipper anon, you have a kindred spirit here too.

You're welcome to expound on your AU and your oc! If anything, thanks for sharing. Interesting that Miles gets arrested; had he been rounded up by the State for being half Ishvalan, or had he done something that his superiors wanted to punish or suppress? And poor kid got functionally orphaned, all while carrying the burden of "healing" the racism rampant in Amestrian society. It's perfectly in-character for Miles to teach his child that they have to prove to the world that the bigotry they all suffer is wrong, that they are 'worthy' humans all along. He himself seems to think that the racism and fascism Ishvalans are made to suffer from Amestrians is all some "big misunderstanding". That alongside the relentless bullying would mess anyone up, let alone a child.

Finding a mentor in someone who actually loves his people, and who can guide her in seeing where the true problems lie, listen to her pain, and teach her about her heritage (and how to fight) would be a boon to any Ishvalan kid. Scar would make an amazing guardian. 🥺

Aw, you're welcome! I don't know what else to say, but your message made me smile! I hope this blog can continue to be a bright spot for you for as long as you need it. Crossing my fingers that you and the other anon get to connect with one another real soon.

Hope you have a nice day too!

[inlovewithregencyera]

Granningham, July 4th 1818

Aurelia by now was dressed for her travels to visit her favorite Aunt in Henford. Her stomach was in knots and butterflies fluttered immensely within. Her heart could scarcely keep a steady beat and she was now more anxious than ever. What if her Mama told her no? What if she had to see him and make an awkward conversation? What would he think of her now that it's been 2 years? Aurelia was her own enemy, and her mind never knew peace. Sarah could always tell when Aurelia's anxiety was at its highest, and she would do anything to calm her nerves.

Sarah: Well m'lady, shall I go tell your Mama you wish to call on Lady Helena?

Aurelia: Oh yes please, I can't bear looking at him.

Emmeline: Ah, dear Sarah!

Sarah: Your grace..

It seemed that the sounds of the maids cleaning the foyer got louder with Aurelia's heartbeat. *Thump, thump, swoosh, swish*. Sarah was taking a lifetime to ask a simple question.

Emmeline: Well, the carriage wheel has broken, but do call her in!

Sarah: Your mama wants to see you...

Aurelia: But-

Sarah: She also says that the carriage wheel is broken and some footmen are out fixing it.

*Aurelia lets out a long, dreadful sigh*

Emmeline: And you know Lord Worthington, my dear Aurelia will be most galvanized upon your return!

Frederick: I'm not so sure about that your grace.

Emmeline: Oh nonsense! You two were very good friends back in 16' before you left.

Frederick: Yes..good friends we were.

Louisa: Oh need not worry Lord Worthington! I'm sure once you see her you'll become good friends again..

Frederick: ....

Emmeline: Yes, yes! Aurelia has quite blossomed since her 18th year. She's much more mature and serious, yet so beautiful!

Louisa: Mama is thankful for Aurelia's melancholic disposition. She says it makes her more beaut-

*Emmeline smacks Louisa's arm*

Louisa: MAMA!

A concerned and saddened look appeared on Frederick's face when Louisa's lips let the word melancholic fall out, but he continued to glare at the porcelain vases so mother and daughter would neither see. What could this mean? Was he the cause of this? He had to know.

Frederick: Melanch-

Emmeline: Oh look, here she comes!

Aurelia: Hello Mama..Louie.

Aurelia's stance was firm as well as her voice. Frederick felt the hushed symphony of memories awaken in Aurelia's voice. The sound of her words, once etched in his heart, stirring the echoes of the past he had almost let slip away. He turned around swiftly.

Frederick: Lady Aure-

Aurelia's stance no longer stood firm. As soon as he turned his body towards her she became weak and recoiled into an insecure posture. She couldn't dare meet his eyes, she might faint. She began fidgeting with her gloves.

Aurelia: *looking away* Lord Worthington..

Her voice was now soft and reserved. As if they had just met and were strangers.

An anguished look appeared upon Frederick's face. Did she hate him now? Did she hold some animosity towards him? He held none toward her and found it impossible to ever be cross with her. Even after that terrible night in 1816, he wasn't vexed, as he had blamed himself. Now he really blamed himself, maybe he shouldn't have run away to some foreign country for two years. Perhaps he should wait to talk to her, she was never open with her emotions, but he had a way of cracking her shell. He had always been patient with her, as he understood where her sorrows had come from.

Aurelia knew that look and saw it clearly out of the corner of her eye. It was the same look he gave her on August 2nd, 1816 except this time no tears were falling. She hated how she could remember how he looked in detail that night, and how his weeping was entirely her fault. She replayed that night in her head constantly, all day, every day. Why did she have to ruin her own happiness along with his? Why did he smile at her, for he should be the one to frown and look away. Why was she so cruel at times to the people who cared for her the most? Frederick was always kind to her, even when she'd been terrible to him. Not many people's sorrows had such an effect on Aurelia, but Frederick's did. Sadness lingered between them.

Emmeline: My God girl, are you deaf?

Aurelia: Maam?

Emmeline: I said what's all this business about calling on Helena? Surely you've never told me about it until I heard it from Sarah today.

Aurelia: Oh *brushing lint off sleeves* nothing Mama. I had just wished to pay my Aunt a call but since the carriage wheel is broken I suppose I'll have to do it another time. Or I could walk?

Emmeline: I do believe it will rain today and I'll not have my daughter appearing like a wet dog on the doors of the Ramsburys.

Frederick: I can take her.

Aurelia: WHA-

*Louisa starts giggling*

Emmeline: Oh surely, it's out of your way?

Frederick: I had plans to call on my mama. Lady Helena still lives in Henford, yes?

Aurelia: WHY-

Emmeline: Oh then splendid! You are an amiable young man, Sarah will accompany you two so I see it fit and Aurelia won't have to get wet! You three go along now, Louisa and I have to finish telling the servants what to pack us.

[ask-shane]

this has already probably been asked, but what's yor opinion on the other bachelors and bachelorettes in town? (you don't have to do ALL of them! just do a few if you want!!)

i'm not one to usually talk aloud about my neighbors, but let's give this a shot. for all intents and purposes.

might as well go through the whole list while we're at it. and hey, just a fair warning: my opinion is always subject to change. i'm just speaking based on what i know for now.

alright. prepare for some blabbing. if you're not interested, there's your cue to bounce.

alex: alex is complicated. he's a little self-absorbed. and arrogant. but he's also not as mean as he seems. he just has this whole "bad boy" image he likes to put on for whatever reason. at his core, i think he's actually a pretty nice guy. we both like gridball and can chat over that so i can't really complain too much. sebastian: i hardly see this guy around. maybe during town festivals or at the saloon playing pool, yeah, but i can count on my fingers the amount of times we've talked one on one. it's possible he's just not much of a talker. i can't figure out if he's reserved or just doesn't have a lot to say. dude's doing his own thing most of the time and that's fine by me. elliott: his speech and outlook on life can come off as kinda pretentious or egotistical, though to be fair... if i were him, i'd be the same way. he's done well for himself. he's a little hard to catch since he never leaves the house, but if you get him talking about books, his passion is pretty admirable. it's just hard to connect with him because he always seems to have this "mysterious elusive writer" image up.

sam: i don't mind this guy, actually. he's my co-worker too which i guess is a good thing. he's laid-back and doesn't sweat the little stuff. super easy going, just wants to chill out and have a good time... we're not close buddies or anything, but from our short break room chats, it's clear he's pretty passionate about music. almost reminds me of myself when i was younger. he's got a good head on his shoulders. harvey: what can i say? he saved my life when i was at my lowest. i've got a lot of respect for the work he does and for taking me in that night. sure, he's dorky, but he's way smarter than i could ever dream of being, so who am i to judge? he's like the dream kid every parent wishes theirs could be. hope the guy's not overworking himself. knowing him though, he probably is... emily: she's one of the closer friends i have in this shitty town. she's been incredibly optimistic for as long as i've known her and normally that'd piss me off, but i actually find her tolerable. maybe it's the way she accepted me and stayed kind even when i was being a piece of shit. i gotta appreciate her for that.

abigail: i know she's pierre's daughter and that's about where my knowledge stops. like sebastian, i hardly ever see her, let alone find a reason to chat. she's a mystery to me. i do wonder if she has any hard feeling towards me, considering my job at joja right across from her dad's store. knowing the trouble that corporation's caused them, i'm not sure i'd forgive me either. hopefully she gets that it's not my call though.

haley: i never thought i'd say this out loud, but she's kind of the stereotype for spoiled city girl. she thinks she's all that and you just get the sense that she thinks she's better than you. she probably sees me as nothing more than dirt beneath her shoes for all i know. although honestly, i think it's just a defense mechanism for some deeper insecurity. i can see right through that.

penny: she's jas's teacher and also the only teacher for the kids in town. that's gotta be a handful. thankfully it seems like she really loves what she does. i have a feeling she just wants to do the right thing, which is hard to find in people these days. she also has to deal with pam's alcoholic instability at home but never gives up or lets herself become hopeless and i admire her for that. good for her.

maru: while i don't know her personally, i know she's accomplished. from what i've seen and heard from her proud dad, they work together on science research projects and whatnot. with a strong support system like hers she's set up for a future making headlines as an astronomer or something like that. she strikes me as someone who struggles to take things easy but that's pretty normal for goal-oriented people. i don't have much to say about her aside from that. leah: she's my neighbor, if you can even call it that. every time i see her art in the town square, i've gotta admit, it gets a nod of approval from me. i try not to knock other people's art, but every now and then i see these abstract pieces going for a million g that make me think i could've made them at home for a buck or two. so i gotta hand it to her. her craft is impressive.

[forlorn-crows]

Ghoulette mischaracterizing...

I'm sure a lot of people will tell you it's mommy-coding Cumulus, which tbh it probably is. (see also: Aether. boy likes to be held too ya know?) But I've seen a lot of people actively pushing against that recently which makes me very happy.

So instead I raise you Confident-Boss-Bitch Cirrus. We've all seen her hyping the crowd behind the keyboard risers like a soccer mom on match day, she OWNS the stage with the keytar solo, and she's pretty much a universal dom in fics.

But, what if she's not the on-stage persona? (We all hc Dew as something other than just angry right?) What if she's actually hiding a deep feeling of needing to hold the pack together and appear in control all the time because of the turbulence around when she first joined the pack? I get strong eldest-daughter vibes.

I hc that she has a soft and vulnerable side the congregation doesn't see, even her pack don't know the full extent of it, only Cumulus does really since they were summoned together. She has insecurities too, just more hidden.

Here is where I tell every fic writer who ever put any time into making the ghoulettes more 3D that I love them will all my heart (your cirrus/mist fic was *chefs kiss* btw!) 🖤

Hope you're work day goes well!

i think y'all hit the nail on the head. honestly speaking i think cirrus is one of the least dynamically written characters in this fandom. 90% of the time she's the mean femme-dom. nothing more. like? thats boring! i like what you've all said about the reason she might put up a stern or stoic front.

but! also! what sage mentioned. while i think she takes performing seriously, she isnt serious in appearance, if that makes sense. she is having fun, jumping around, doing little hand gestures, and bein fuckin sexayyyy on that keytar. she's having fun with it all, performing just like the rest of them. i'll see clips of her and just scream LOOK AT HER GOOO.

and yes, how does that differ from her off-stage personality? i still think she's on the stoic side, like dew. but she isnt, like, apathetic. she's silly, she laughs, she teases, she pines, she fails, she cries. she. fUCKING. BOTTOMS Y'ALL. come on. you can't tell me swiss doesnt run her into the fucking ground sometimes. you cant tell me that lus doesnt absolutely pamper her and eat her out as long as she wants. you cant tell me that dew doesnt take it slow with her, hold her close and warm and let her relax for once.

i would really like to see us dig into her more. what is she really like outside the bedroom, outside of her relationship with cumulus? bc, lets face it, lots of us like to write them as a unit. while they're fucking in love, obviously, i mean come on, cirrus is a person aside from her bond w/lus. what is she like with the others? hell, what is she like when she's alone?

its why i wrote her the way i did in Been Long Enough. i wanna see her stutter, see her 'meet her match' so to say. bc i still think cirrus is very clever, smart. she can still like that dom role every once in a while (again, remember a little dash of these things are fine). but i think she gets tired of it too. she wants to be taken care of, wants to just totally have that control slip out from under her. maybe thats something about her, an anxiety like those of you mentioned that creates a front that isnt really her.

i wanna pick her apart more. @askingforthesun always helps me see the light about her haha. they are very passionate about cirrus and rightfully so, and i always love what they have to say about her.

[naniwagusto]

EDIT: Asuka was officially born December 5th we have her birthday reveal

I came up with this background as a plot point for my fic, but I do believe it's the most likely explanation until we get the official story. Here's the DMs with my base idea that I'll flesh out in some detail (and for that reason I'm putting this under read more just to save dash space for people):

So it's the mid to late 90's, young Kazama guy going through university fresh out of high school tough boy antics because his parents insist he get a future for himself. He takes his classes but his real passion is still in the dojo and the streets. Over time he's messing around with his friends only applying himself enough to stay enrolled because there is something in him that wants to make his parents happy, but does know he needs something to make a living that wouldn't be scraping by, deep deep down.

In one of his classes he meets a young woman he really gets along with for once. The kind of person who surprises him by how strong willed she is under the glitz and glamour ditz she appears to be. They get involved seriously, his friends are happy for him but mom and dad don't approve so much first because she seems a brash bimbo, then because they can sense her ambition. She's too ambitious for him, but he can't see it yet. Slowly he gets himself on track with schooling because now in his mind he can see a life with this woman, and when they graduate and move in for a while, he proposes.

His fiance isn't really impressed with his means of living still being not great, just below average, as he took a business degree in the hopes of turning his family dojo around. Now that he's out he has to actually do the work for that. But she still thinks he can pull something out his ass, he's good looking, he treats her well because he really loves her, and she does care for him. So she stays shoving down her insecurity.

Asuka is conceived before they have the wedding ceremony so it's obvious the mother's starting to show her pregnancy by the time they do get hitched, which makes the entire situation humiliating for the family as it looks like a shotgun wedding. This is the first instance where Asuka's mother starts hearing people drag her through the mud for her situation, which sows doubt in her mind.

Months pass, the dojo starts doing better but it's a slow start. There's been a few times where as a rookie business owner her husband has bitten off more than he can chew and has both skirted debt and had to resolve a few small debts , at times taking gambles in his strategy to stay afloat. Good assets or not their baby is coming and this lifestyle is looking more and more like it'll only be a stick in the mud. She was hoping for a head start after college, because the timeline to become as successful as she wants to be is ticking, and she knows one day she'll wake up old, unaccomplished. Paired with all the swings and difficulties of pregnancy, how people perceive them as mediocre etc. Asuka's mom is hitting the bottom in her heart.

Asuka is born August 21st 2001 (her birthday is my headcanon since we don't know and she seems like a summer baby; her birth year is speculated using this post someone did investigating the year Tekken 7 took place using game manual info, which going into 8 would have turned to 2019, placing her as born in 2001 since she's now 18)

Now having to take care of a baby on top of everything else, the couple start arguing more and more. Finally one day after a few weeks planning Asuka's mom secures her assets, files for divorce, and ensures she'd be set up in the aftermath to take enough from her husband's assets too. This allows her to run off with a chunk of cash enough for a new set up somewhere else. Ichirou is left broken watching her get in a taxi and drive away despite trying to convince her to still be in their child's life. Instead he's left holding the pudgy crying baby he's now stuck with. Alone.

He loves his daughter dearly and now she's all he has aside from the business and his devotion to martial arts. This whole incident tightens up his attitude in general; his old friends find it harder to see shades of who he used to be under this sharper person they now know. He throws himself into training, doing more than staying afloat etc. isolating himself in a sense to do anything he can securing Asuka a future.

He won't bring his child around his extended family because well, they were never there for him. They looked down on his half of the family, and there's still a lingering scar young Ichirou felt at being excluded plus naturally having them out of mind because of their distance anyway. They won't be a bad influence on Asuka if they do the same to her and make her feel similar. Then when she's eleven, everyone dies. He doesn't get a clear picture of the details because it's all a mess and the press has no solid idea about Ogre as the massacre gets covered up.

But eventually enough gets passed through the branch family grapevine that he knows whatever killed everyone was specifically drawn to Kazamas. It was drawn to power. Drawn to battle and challenge strength. A wild force beyond control that obviously could overpower dozens of trained warriors and priests/priestesses. There's whispers suspecting a single boy made it out alive (ie. Jin) which is his only comfort. But now he has to think about himself and his child; that whatever came for the family is now running loose drawn to powerful people.

If Asuka lives like as normal a girl as possible and doesn't see anything in her family beyond a single dad and some dinky little dojo, she'll have no reason to be an obvious target. She'll have no ambition to get involved in anything beyond a normal life. Then of course with the rise of the Mishima Zaibatsu and all their antics intensifying, they would also be a threat- there's the rumor that lone boy who survived was fathered by a Mishima after all.

The angles from which he could lose his child to powerful forces increase; Ichirou makes the choice to never tell Asuka how deep their family runs, about her heritage, or the circumstance of her birth in his past. She grows up knowing life without a mother too. He couldn't bring himself to remarry and bring yet another person in he'd have to protect under this cover; in the back of his mind his wife's actions still linger.

Allowing Asuka to learn Kazama-Ryu is purely to instill discipline in her, and because she really wants to be like Dad. He can't say no to her. However she does learn in a way that would still leave her declawed enough that it makes her less likely to attract the thing that killed their family. The older she gets she shows no signs of awakening Kazama powers either, giving her father a false sense of security that she can pass as no one special.

This of course, will all backfire as Asuka's life is flipped upside down starting with the events of Tekken 5. All of which lead to her growing much stronger, on top of how she already drew attention to herself with her nosy battle seeking ways.

So in trying to protect Asuka, life eventually spoke otherwise and pulled her in a direction her father never wanted for her. Except because of his protective meddling she's ignorant on herself, and any knowledge that would allow her to be prepared for what she ends up encountering.

(And Lili canonically knows Asuka's bloodlines and can deduce that Asuka doesn't know and wouldn't be aware of what abilities are sleeping inside her, abilities that could directly drag her into the Mishima Conflict for her potential dealing with Devil. Based on how Asuka acts I'm sure she can also deduce her father never told her shit, and the likely reason would be her protection, if she can be used like such a chess piece in the wrong hands- I fully believe the only reason Lili looked into Asuka's ancestry WAS out of a sense of wanting to protect her as well, if she were to be in the Mishima Conflict)

[justanie]

please tell me about your fankids omg omg i want to hear all about them (when you have the time!)

To be bluntly honest, I didn't think the day would come soon...I guess I still plan to talk about My Fankids in separate posts with much more detail where I have better built their info...but I guess a definition of each of them my Fankids wouldn't hurt!...I Guess...

(Arranged from oldest to youngest)

Summer (12): Gumi and Yuuma's eldest daughter. A girl who at a jovial age is usually someone responsible and a bit mature, resulting in being the voice of reason in the group and who makes sure to take care of her siblings like the rest of the children. Likewise, she does not take away from the fact that she is someone endearing and who knows how to have fun so as not to stress with her homeworks and schoolworks.

Kankyō (10): Gumi and Yuuma's middle child. He is usually someone sensitive, calm and of few words, Kankyō mainly spends his time living with Souta, Renji and Arashi, and like his older sister, he acts as the voice of reason for these three (I'm sorry I don't have many things to explain about my boy ;-;).

Souta (9): Younger son of Kiyoteru and Meiko. He is a complete contrast to Yukiko, a rebellious and unruly boy who often brings fun to his friends/cousins by unconsciously getting into trouble. Although, it seems Souta does not learn from his lessons, he tries to be a better son for his parents and a good example for his group and the rest of the children so as not to be seen as a bad influence.

Rabenda (7): Gakupo and Luka's eldest daughter. A "flower girl" (forgive the redundancy that her name is Lavender in Japanese), the small lady of her family who loves to play with dolls, have tea parties and dress up like a princess. She loves her parents, siblings, grandparents, uncles, cousins and friends so much and Rabenda would never be able to leave them.

Sachi (6): Gumi and Yuuma's little daughter. Being the little sister of Summer and Kankyō, she is very cared for by her parents as well as her siblings, except that Kankyō is not as "relatively close" to her. Sachi is a very curious girl and asks "why?" her not understanding what happens around her.

Fujiro (4): The second child of Gakupo and Luka. On few occasions he made it known that he is an infant with a big brain, a small prodigy among his family. But Fujiro at the end of the day is a little boy and wants to spend more time with his loved ones and play games, than immerse his brain in books and complicated words.

Nyuto (6 months): Kaito and Miku's baby. Along with Shinichi and Natsumi, he is more cared for by his parents and siblings, considering that he is an infant, his personality does not develop, it is only stated that he is very tender with his family as new people who love have to know.

I could only talk about half of them since I reiterate; the other Fankids belong to @ask-the-vocafamilies and with his permission he let me add them in my universe which means that most of them don't change from their original concept...with three exceptions that stay away from the original Fankids concept of Vocafamilies. I would like to clarify, he also accepts this, so a brief summary of them will also serve for this post:

Yukiko (17): Older daughter of Kiyoteru and Meiko, and older sister of Souta. Unlike the original Yukiko, she is a very shy, insecure girl and is usually very close to her family for fear of talking to other people (with the exception of the other Vocaloids and their children). This is because she grew up almost locked up at home, without going to school in a calm way because Kiyoteru and Meiko were not in the best of moments with their Vocaloid lives...

Shinichi (Aka. Shisui) and Natsumi (Aka. Uzumi) (3 months): Baby twins of Gakupo and Luka as well as the younger siblings of Rabenda and Fujiro...yes...I think that just saying this description gives Let's see what are the ones that have had the greatest change when it comes to integrating them into my universe—

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I'm sorry that this will turn out like this, but as I said at the beginning, most likely I will reward you with posts that I do separately and I will have my time to detail and talk better about each of my Fankids in the future. For the moment, you can enjoy these small summaries of each one :')

[bambirex]

Maybe Loving Is Sharing: Chapter 8

Pairings: Geraskefer, Geraskier, Yenralt, Yennskier

Characters: Jaskier, Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold, Vesemir, Lambert, Eskel, Coen

Additional tags: genderbending, alternate universe - modern setting, polyamory, matchmaking, pining, unrequited love, or is it?, mutual pining, friends to lovers, awkwardness, fem!Geralt, fem!Jaskier, bunch of helpless sapphics, everyone is confused, crushes, disability, emotionally constipated Yennefer of Vengerberg, oblivious Geralt of Rivia, oblivious Yennefer of Vengerberg, oblivious Jaskier, everyone is fucking oblivious, insecurities

Full word count: 13,329 words

Chapter word count: 1,925 words

Chapters: 8/?

Summary: The plan is simple: help your best friend get together with the girl of her dreams. What could go wrong?

Well, when everyone is confused and pining but also very oblivious, pretty much everything.

Chapter summary: Geraldine needs a push from her family, Yennefer reveals her doubts to a confidante, and Jaskier has a lovely dream that leaves her with not so lovely thoughts.

Author's notes: I am separating the trio for a little bit to delve into their deepest fears.

Read on Ao3

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"So, what brought you all the way here, my wayward daughter?"

Geraldine snorted. Her father, Vesemir, grinned at her across the counter where he was chopping onions and meat for their lunch.

"The free food, probably," Geraldine's younger brother, Lambert grinned, gently elbowing her in the side. Geraldine shoved at him lightly, satisfied to see she could still make him tumble.

"In a way, yes," Geraldine chuckled. She scratched at the back of her neck awkwardly as she added, "and I need advice."

"Our sister asking for advice?" Eskel gasped, pretending to be shocked. Or, maybe he wasn't actually pretending, considering Geraldine truly rarely asked for help.

Coen sat next to Geraldine and lay a gentle hand on his sister's back. "What's the matter, Geraldine?"

Geraldine sighed deeply. She didn't even know where she should start. So many confusing emotions swirled inside her in the past month, and they got worse with each passing day. She couldn't keep it bottled up inside anymore; she needed to talk to someone.

"Do you think you can be in love with two people at the same time?"

Long silence and several confused blinks followed her question. Geraldine's cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

Vesemir put down the knife and pulled out a chair, sitting down in front of his daughter. He rubbed at his beard deeply in thought for a couple seconds before he started speaking.

"I have never experienced something like this," he admitted, "doesn't mean it's impossible, though."

"Are you sure it's love and not just infatuation?" Eskel asked. "It's easy to confuse the two."

"No," Geraldine replied. She recalled every single moment that led to this admittance: the way her heart beat so fast, the way she couldn't stop thinking about the two women. The way that no matter what she did, she couldn't imagine her life without either of them.

"I tried to will these feelings to go away, but I couldn't. I promised myself I wouldn't fall in love, that I don't need a relationship because I'm not built for them, but when I imagine my future... I see these two women, with me."

Lambert hummed. "So, Jaskier, and the other...?"

Geraldine raised her head so quickly, her neck nearly snapped.

"What... how...?"

"Oh, come on," Coen laughed, "It's obvious. You've been in love with Jaskier since the moment you two met. The only person who couldn't tell for years was you."

Geraldine bit her lip. Shit. Was she really this oblivious to her own feelings? She loved Jaskier, of course she did, and she did know it was different from a friendship, but... maybe she's spent so many years convincing herself that her and Jaskier wouldn't work out, that in the end, she believed it. But those feelings kept nagging her at the back of her mind, those moments where the lines seemed to blur, when she started wondering that maybe, just maybe, her and Jaskier could have been more. And that kiss... Geraldine has replayed it countless times in her head. They promised each other it wouldn't interfere with their friendship, but the thing was, Geraldine kind of wanted it to. And she managed to pretend Jaskier was just her gal pal for years, but now it felt like her heart couldn't take it anymore.

"There's a doctor," Geraldine continued quietly, "Yennefer. Her office is right next to mine. I... I guess I developed a crush on her. And I asked Jaskier to play matchmaker a little bit, and it worked so well that now I think I love them both. And I don't know what to do."

"Well, how about communication?" Vesemir suggested. "I mean, Jaskier obviously returns your feelings, but..."

Geraldine snorted. "No, she doesn't."

"Jesus," Lambert growled, "you're blind if you think she isn't head over heels for you. The same way you are for her."

"And what about Yennefer?" Eskel chimed in. "Do you think it could work between you?"

"That's a great question," Geraldine admitted with a sigh. "She seems... I don't know. We had a lot of fun on our last date. With the three of us. But then she fled, and... I don't know. I'm just confused. I haven't even wanted an actual relationship for so many years and now I have to face the fact I've been in love with my best friend all this time, and that I also fell for someone else."

"Well, you’re definitely in a pickle," Coen said. "It's tough. But I think Dad is right, the only way to find out who feels what is to talk to them."

"And what if I ruin everything with it? What if Jaskier no longer wants to be my friend, and Yennefer will never want to see me again?"

"Isn't it better to try and risk it, than to spend the rest of your life second-guessing?" Eskel gave her a small smile and squeezed her hands. "You said you had fun together. Maybe they want this to be more than just casual fun, too."

Geraldine stared down at her lap with a sigh. She knew her family was right, she knew she couldn't move on until she talked to them. But fuck, she was famously bad at communicating, hence why she dragged Jaskier into this mess in the first place.

Jaskier... The idea of losing her was terrifying. And so was the idea of losing Yennefer. Geraldine couldn't win in this scenario until she pulled her shit together and took her family's advice.

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Triss was a very observant person. Yennefer immediately befriended her upon arriving. She was kind and smart, but also wouldn't take anyone's shit. Obviously, she saw right through her when she pretended everything was fine when it really wasn't.

"Okay, okay," Yennefer huffed, raising her hands in defeat, "you're right. Something happened."

"In the romantic department?" Triss smirked, causing Yennefer to roll her eyes.

"Is it that obvious?"

"I'm just assuming, since you spend so much time gushing about the hot vet and her friend."

"I'm not gushing!" Yennefer protested, but her cheeks immediately turned crimson red upon mentioning Geraldine and Jaskier. Triss giggled.

"What seems to be the real problem, doc?"

"God," Yennefer groaned, burying her face in her hands. "This is embarrassing. I hate it."

"What?"

"I... I wasn't supposed to fall in love with either of them," Yennefer squeezed out with great effort. She avoided Triss's eyes, but she could feel her assistant staring at her.

"I wanted to have fun," Yennefer explained, fiddling with the stethoscope around her neck. "Geraldine is so hot, was it such a surprise I wanted to fuck her? And then, her friend came along, so transparently playing matchmaker, and she's so goddamn gorgeous too. My ideal date night involved a threesome."

She closed her eyes and shook her head with another sigh. "But then we spent more time together, and I realized... I have developed feelings for the both of them. That was not how I planned it. It doesn't make any sense."

"Sometimes, it's better when we don't plan ahead," Triss said softly. "Why is it so bad that you caught feelings?"

"Because I promised myself I wouldn't! It's always better when it doesn't involve feelings. That way, no one gets hurt."

"I don't know," Triss hummed, drumming her fingers against the arms of her chair, "it seems like you're hurting plenty already. With this game of avoidance. You can't stop talking about them, but the second things turn serious, you panic and run away."

"I have a reason for that," Yennefer grumbled, "I've learnt the hard way that it's better to fuck and fuck off, then to stay and suffer."

She looked down at the ground. She hated feeling so torn. Her heart knew exactly what it wanted, it probably knew from the first moment, but her mind resisted. Yennefer has been hurt too many times, has seen where feelings could lead. If she gave in, she would risk too much: her own heart, and Jaskier and Geraldine's, as well. There was too much at stake.

"They deserve better," Yennefer whispered, blinking against the sudden, annoying tears in her eyes. "Better than this, better than me."

"Yen..." Triss tried gently, but Yennefer shook her head.

"No, I'm serious. I was playing with them and I can tell they want something more. This wouldn't be fair."

"But you want something more, too."

"I can't give it to them, or myself," Yennefer concluded, trying to ignore the ache in her chest. "It's better for everyone if I stand back."

Triss didn't look convinced, but luckily, she didn't push it any further.

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Geraldine's big hands were all over her body, gripping her hips and squeezing her bum, pulling Jaskier closer to grind their crotches together. Jaskier moaned, her own hands tangling in Geraldine's hair, pulling on silver locks.

"I've always wanted you," Geraldine drawled as she kissed down Jaskier's neck, her lips searing hot on her skin.

"Took you way too long to admit," Jaskier huffed out a laugh. She brought her hand to Geraldine's chest, cheekily cupping one of her breasts. Geraldine moaned softly.

Jaskier felt another pair of lips on her bare shoulder, making her tremble with want. One hand still gripping onto Geraldine, she reached back to feel soft lace under her fingers.

"I can't believe we all waited so long," Yennefer purred from behind her. Her hands traveled up on Jaskier's torso, fondling her breasts unashamedly. "It was really time we admitted it."

"Admitted what," Jaskier breathed. Geraldine smirked against her neck, one of her hands dipping inside Jaskier's pants.

"That we love each other," she whispered as her fingers entered Jaskier, making her let out a needy whine, "and that we cannot live without each other."

"Accept it," Yennefer gasped into her neck, "accept that we belong together."

Jaskier was so willing to do that, until she woke up.

For a couple of moments, she felt disoriented and unsure of whether she actually dreamt this- it felt real, much more real than the usual jumbled mess she dreamt about.

Jaskier threw a hand over her face and groaned. Fuck, this was not good. She had a couple of dreams like that before about Geraldine - which always left her feel extremely guilty -, but now Yennefer joined, too. And what was that about accepting that they belonged together?

Jaskier wasn't a spiritual person, and she certainly never believed someone could have prophetic dreams, but for some reason, she was sure that this time, it was her subconscious trying to send her a sign... a warning, perhaps? A warning that she was in too deep, that she failed as a friend on both ends, because she couldn't fall out of love with Geraldine, and she even managed to fall for the woman that was supposed to be Geraldine's future girlfriend?

So pathetic, Jaskier thought bitterly. She curled up on her side, ignoring the wet heat between her legs. No, she didn't deserve to touch herself, not after this. She should have never thought about either of them this way.

She gritted her teeth and fisted her hands in the sheets, trying to hold back a scream. Why did she have to agree to help Geraldine? If she hadn't, now she wouldn't be in this mess.

It was not the fact that they "belonged together" that Jaskier needed to accept. It was the fact that she was just a useless, pathetic third wheel in this scenario, and the faster she made peace with that, the better.

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Jake's Insecurities

MC and Jake had been together for 5 years now they had gotten married and had a baby. Jake was now free he had a new job working for the FBI it was sometimes long hours but worth it. Lately Jake had been working more than ever, and when MC questioned him about it he would snap at her.

One day MC had finally had enough she packed an over night bag, along with the baby's bag. She left a note pinned too Jake's office door and left the apartment, not sure where too go MC pulled her phone out and called Jessy.

MC: hey Jessy, is it okay if me and willow come stay for the night

Jessy: of course but what's happened?

MC: it's a long story I'll tell you when I get too yours

MC put her phone away and started the car driving too Jessy's her thoughts drifted off too Jake, had he even noticed she had left? Maybe if he had he would of text or phoned by now.

Back at the apartment Jake had finally finished what he had been working on for the past month. He came out of his office and noticed the note pinned too the door he pulled it off and read what was inside.

Dear Jake,

I can no longer take all this raido silence I understand that your work is important, but it's been a month since we last had a proper conversation. It's also been a month since you last interacted with your daughter. I'm sorry Jake I will always love you

All my love MC

Xxxx

Jake slid down too the floor with the note still in his hand, he quickly grabbed his phone and sent MC a message.

Jake: MC please come back home I am so sorry I have finished my work now, I love you so much. I will never let this happen again I promise you from now on its me, you and willow. Xxx

Jake sat watching his phone as MC wrote and deleted what she was going too write

MC: Jake, I'm sorry I just can't do this anymore I will talk too you tomorrow xxx

MC arrived at jessys with willow in her arms

MC: thank you so much for doing this Jessy

Jessy: it's okay, what's happened?

MC: it's Jake, he's been so busy this last month he's had no time for me or willow he's hardly spoken a word too me

Jessy: I understand that it's got too be frustrating having too deal with that

MC: it really is, I don't know what too do anymore, he did text me before though

Jessy: what did he say?

MC: that he had finished his work and from now on it's going too me just me, him and willow.

Jessy: do you believe him? I have a feeling you do your crazy about him

MC: your right as ever, I guess I should go back and sort this mess out

Jessy: well we have been talking all night and willow is still asleep, why don't you leave her here and come back for her later

MC: would you really do that for me Jessy? Thank you so much

MC hugs Jessy and kissed willow on the forehead before leaving too go talk too Jake.

The next 24hrs where complete hell for Jake, he didn't get a wink of sleep he just sat by the window watching the rain hitting against it. All he could think about was MC and how he might of lost her forever MC is Jake's whole world. The next thing Jake knew was being woken up by MC he had drifted too sleep off.

Jake: MC!! You came back!! I am so, so sorry I love you so much

MC: Jake, I love you I always have and always will, but this past month as been so awful.

Jake: please forgive me my work as now finished, I can focus on you and willow

MC: do you really mean that?

Jake: I really mean it MC

MC walked towards Jake putting her arms around his neck and kissing him softly on the lips.

Jake: I love you MC

MC: I love you Jake

[masterkirby]

My insulin pump woke me up. It hasn't in a while but I forgot to change the battery before going to sleep when it was already in the red.

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escapism perfected

here's a rare moment with my thoughts

5 am and no TV series, video essays,

laundry to do or games to play

so what is it sitting deepest

the belief is that something must be

sitting there

people are not born sad

I've heard

but I remember darkness in my earliest memories

nightmares, beasts and bad people out to get me

where I come from a fairly warm home

deeply caring but unable to convey feelings

and also deeply committed to their own pursuits

the academic father and religious devotee mother

when did the sadness set in? And anger

I'd take my anger out on my Kelly dolls

drown them in the bath, burn them in a lamp,

bite their annoying faces, hands, toes

I'd squish their heads with the lid

of the wooden chest we had in the yellow room

when did I move to the yellow room and why?

I'd lie to people to seem cooler from too early on

to care, though maybe that's underestimating

a child's mind and needs

I would be shy and hid behind my mother's skirts

she wore only skirts, long skirts, but on photos

she would wear trousers

how must she have felt in a foreign country

always the heavy accent and grammatical errors

with a guy she must've barely known

did she know beforehand that he had meltdowns

(we know what to call them only since recently)

and would howl when something didn't work out

walk furiously back and forth, hands wringing,

face contorted, self loathing, swearing

and even without that

often hidden deep inside

his thoughts

I've inherited those parts of him, by the way

maybe I also inherited (from whom?)

early feelings of inadequacy and being weird

I remember feeling so weird and awkward

jealous of the natural charm of some

but I did have friends, sleepovers, birthday parties

my token problematic friend from a hard family

by token I mean that she has been in my life

under at least three different people

always blond, small, aggressive under her

Insecurities

if there's a type for love interests

why not for close friends? best friends, at times

Now I have my soulmate, my sunflower

blond but taller than me, strong, naturally

loving and understanding of the world

she'd often brought me out of misplaced beliefs

brought me out of my head

I love her so much my heart aches

and I'm so scared that she'll leave early

like mother did

There was a best friend, soulmate back before

we moved

blond, tanned, lean, a bit taller than me,

I loved her a lot as well

for how impressive she was

tomboyish but girly

and so much fun to be around

we'd spend so much time playing pretend

running around the outdoors

going on adventures

or talking about why Mary is/n't a saint

in her room with a pink canopy over her bed

looking at her or the lava lamp

I'd tell her about my latest exploits in RuneScape

and I probably won't remember what else

once, she got mad at me for swearing

and soon my parents got a call from hers

that if I keep this up, they won't let us meet

Now she's still in her belief (I really don't know

Dad will probably remember, once

he had B's father over for dinner

and his friend from academia, a physics professor

and the two had a heated argument

over the beginning of the world)

in the army (air force

all three of them, her brothers and she)

and married with an army man

I know this from Facebook, we haven't talked

and I haven't checked in a while, probably

kids by now

while I still swear quite a bit, atheist and largely

unemployed, living from part-time jobs

and my father's financial support

Even as a kid I was unhappy with the way I am

it's hard for me to fathom that now

how could it have started? Was it the shyness?

I talked to B from the neighbourhood kids

a bit with her younger brother

but really nobody else

There were also O and V from ballet

C the daughter of our Polish dentist

(that sounds like Polish cleaning lady but it's just

that we're Polish)

L from school possibly but maybe only

the garden of kids

Was V from school as well?

She had an American Girl doll in likeness

we watched E.T. and I couldn't fall asleep

gaining some understanding of L

who would call for her mom when sleeping over

and there was M who seemed so cold but cool

so I never managed to befriend her

Basically, if I vibed or was introduced to sb

an opening into the friendship afforded

a friendship could be established

more or less superficial

more or less awkward

I think only with B and a bit with L (like with

N and now J)

it wasn't awkward

I spent my first night in a tent by the lake

with L

caterpillars raining down throughout the night

I lost my glasses on my nose then

up by Black Moshanoon Lake

We'd go there fairly recently for family trips

and it'd feel like such a long drive

where I recently checked that it couldn't have

been more than half an hour

It was a bit further to Horseshoe Curve

but we'd stay there for the whole day

watching and listening to freight trains

struggle on by

we'd get Thomas the Tank Engine trains

for Christmases and birthdays

and absolutely loved the show

but we'd also watch cabin rides, a bit later on

though

One of my favourite childhood memories

was watching screensavers on my dad's

old old computer (well, it was new then)

xscreensavers

just sitting the entire evening engrossed

while dad read newspapers or talked to us

my brother and me

about who knows what

he'd traumatized me once with a story from

the news

a girl got eaten by her babysitting neighbour

a life like my own made into stew

Dad would listen to music, Mozart, Bach, Vivaldi,

throughout the evenings, in the room with books

downstairs

strolling back and forth and back and forth

for hours

deep in some mathematical problem

and I'd fall asleep in the brown reading chair,

the one you could live in, so soft and vast,

and pretend to stay asleep as he carried me

upstairs, to sleep

Mom often told me and my older brother stories

she herself seems to have made up

about our car Mazda, for example

or our hulajnogi

or she'd sing "Zapada zmrok" or "Kotki dwa"

It still hurts so much to think about her. I'd been reminiscing, flowing for the past 1,5h but now I've hit a wall. I miss her so so much, especially in my earliest memories. We drifted apart later but she's still so vibrant in my mind. I always dream of her as a living, breathing person, just right there within reach, as usual. But as I always say, I was sad even before she tragically died (a rarer form of cancer, 13 months between diagnosis and death). But the fact remains that I've never yet managed to process those events and the ongoing outcome of immense pain for me and my family.

And now it's 6:30, my K is slowly waking up for work