#and please learn about life as a working adult with big responsibilities

[god-i-hope-so]

I'm gonna be this person for a minute because the things I read sometimes are just... not that. Some of you really need to talk to elder millenials instead of profiling Tommy based on your very young life experience. Please. The generation gap really shows and you misinterpret everything about him because his behavior of a late 30s/early 40s man doesn't match your less than 25 years old life. And I get it, you do with what you know, it's perfectly normal, but don't project yourself in a story where characters will invevitably be very different from you. Learn to know them instead. And even if you're jealous of Tommy (because I know how it works, you don't fool me), it's not a reason to paint a portrait of him that is nowhere near his canon self and what we see on screen. We're not dramatic teens anymore at this age and details are a lot less important when they're not about really meaningful things, as is life-scale things.

Tommy not wearing perfectly in-theme clothes at the party is nothing. It's a shame, sure, but does it spoil the fun (they end up not having)? Absolutely not. And remember: they just met. It's not like they've known each other for months or years and have high expectations because they have a history together. What is important here? That he showed up or that he wears the right outfit? He showed up while being on call. This is big. Details are details. It's like saying a 6 course meal was horrible because they didn't have the dessert you wanted and had to choose something else. No, the dinner was delicious, shame they didn't have the dessert but it's nothing. You still enjoyed the damn food served.

Creating posts about how Tommy doesn't care about Buck because of this kind of details, and using your personality as a reference to profile Tommy?? This is not how things work. It's not because you can't relate that it's wrong. It's not because it doesn't fit your fic ideas that it's not valid. It's not because it's different that it's not right. You can just say you don't like him for who he is, it's fine! No one is forced to like him. But don't twist the character's personality to fit your narrative. This is not how things work.

And please talk to people. Just, you know, sharing basic life things, in a safe space. It's possible and it's great, for everyone involved.

[ihrthoney]

for us

pairings: namgyu x preg!reader

warnings: angst & fluff :p

an: i started my first big girl job but im motivated so ill try to post more :)! i haven’t posted in a minute and i hate pregnancy tropes but i make the exception for squid games lol. i will make a part two!

nam-gyu was many things, an addict, a partier, an idiot and a sweetheart. the sweetest ever, actually.

unfortunately for you you worked at club pentagon, which is how you met the physical embodiment of an acid trip.

who he was when he was sober was something you cherished and kept close to your heart. it wasn’t hard to weave your way into his rotten lungs, but soon enough you became his air, his new high.

after learning you never did substances, he switched positions at the club and asked you to get a safer job, not wanting you to inevitably cave to the horrible things that he tries.

you scold him of course, reprimand him and argue about hating how he acted when under the influence. for a while he managed to stop, wanting something serious and stable.

but then he met thanos, he came home obnoxiously intoxicated. nam-gyu was so star struck that he saw a famous rapper that he didn’t understand why you locked him out of the room, until he woke up the next morning with a headache he only got when he was on drugs.

apologies spewed out of his mouth, wishing for a second chance. his wish was granted, he found another outlet for “extra money” and promised you both a fresh start.

until the extra money vanished off the face of the earth and now he was in incredible debt.

the few months of bliss now gone, thoughts of continuing such an unstable relationship this far into life didn’t seem like a good idea. the arguments were bad, mostly on your end as you couldn’t get him to stop begging and spilling empty promises,

“i’ll make the money back and i’ll work harder to make more for you, please baby i’m so sorry.” the sight of him on his knees and holding your legs would’ve been kind of sweet if this wasn’t the millionth time he’s promised to be better.

to his disappointment, you walked out of his life that night, asking him to only find you when he grew up.

he was determined to make the money back, nam-gyu had no hesitation when calling the number on the card.

-

seeing thanos’ face on the big screen in the unfamiliar room brought a bitter taste in your mouth. you felt bad, seeing as he had the talent but like your ex he succumbed to the high instead.

your ex. that fucking moron. that piece of shit doesn’t even know you’re carrying his damn kid.

a week after you walked out of his life, you guys met up one time to exchange clothes and what not but one thing lead to another and here you were in hospital debt. finding a stable job was hard, especially when you worked as a bartender most of your adult life.

the stress was eating you alive, renting the nice place you had was not cheap and the nice landlord could only be nice for so long because you had to start paying more.

the past few months have been rough and you really wish you had the support of your ex even if he wasn’t the greatest, he was yours and that’s all that really mattered.

standing in line to sign the consent forms made you nauseous, afraid of what’s to come. as you’re walking back to your bed, you get stopped by a hand on your shoulder,

“yn?”

you feel your heartbeat quicken as you turn around and look at your ex boyfriend.

“why are you here?” his hand is still on your shoulder, slightly moving up and down your arm.

he always had a thing for keeping a hand on you, he said it grounded him.

“the same reason everyone is, debt.”

the expression on his face makes your chest ache, he looks so concerned that it makes you a wee bit mad, “what debt are you in? you’ve always been financially responsible!”

he was right, out of you two you made the smarter choices. it dawned on you that you had yet to tell him you’re pregnant with his kid.

“yn? what happened? did someone scam you? i know some people that could find them.” his tone deepening as he becomes more serious, “no! it’s not like that. it’s complicated..”

the worry in your voice makes his eyes fill with worry, “baby, you can tell me.” the name makes you push away from him but the distance is immediately gone as he closes it, pulling your hands into his own. you can’t look him in the eye, scared he’s going to be mad at you.

you’re going to keep it no matter what but the thought of him hating you and your kid makes your heart crack.

the swirled hormones make everything seem so much more intense, tears start to fill your eyes which makes his widen. his hands, ever so warm, hold your face and tilt it so you’re looking at him.

“what’s wrong, i’m here ba-“

“i’m pregnant, nam-gyu.” he pulls his hands off of your face like he was burned, an expression of hurt and anger swirls in his eyes,

“who’s the father?” you look at him like he’s stupid, which only makes him more upset. “why are you looking at me like that?”

does he seriously think i got with someone else?

nam-gyu is distraught, the thought of you no longer being in love with him makes him sick. the fact that you’re carrying someone else’s child makes any will to live disappear. suddenly he doesn’t care that he owes money to anyone, there’s no chance to get you back. “does he treat you well? are you happier?”

“i’m not seeing anyone new, nam-gyu.”

“you shouldn’t be playing games if you’re pregnant. you could hurt yourself or the baby.”

despite his own lack of rationality when making choices, he was always so careful with you.

you threw any rationality you had and spit out the truth,

“it’s yours.”

now he was looking at you like you were stupid, “what?”

“the baby. it’s yours. you’re the father. i’m carrying your child.” he blinks at you slowly, taking in the information you just dropped on him,

“it’s.. you’re carrying.. our baby?” nodding your head, you step forward and take his hand and guide it to your stomach.

“after we broke up, i started to feel sick so i took a test. i didn’t know what to do, i couldn’t find a good job near my place, moving is too expensive, i was afraid to reach out to you. i owe the hospital so much because i’m paying by month but i ran out of savings and then this guy came up to me and gave me a card to make money.”

by the end of your ramble, nam-gyu pulled you in for a tight hug, smoothing your back with his hand. softly, he coos into your hair, “i would’ve never denied you. had you called, we could’ve figured this shit out together.”

you argued back, “how was i supposed to know that? you promised me over and over again but nothing changed!”

despite missing the warmth, you again create a distance by pushing him away from you, although it’s no use given how he holds your arms but he still keeps the distance out of respect for you.

“i have changed! i’m here, i’m going to win that money and i’ll take care of you.” his eyes plead, the hands that hold you start to shake.

“you’ll win it? alone?” the logic hits him and he laughs at his own idiocy, “we’ll win, i’ll make sure we both get out of here. we can put the money together. it’ll be more than enough for us to start over!”

you’re skeptical, sure the chance of winning is there but.. is your trust in him still there?

“if we win-“

his hands move from your arms to your stomach, “when baby, when we win-“

your eyes roll at his optimism, “if and when we win, you need to quit drugs. cold turkey. no excuses, no more second chances. if you so much as look at a drug, i will kill you and raise this kid alone, do you understand me?”

he mocks a soldier, hand to his head and stance straight, “yes ma’am!” the pose barely lasts as he starts to giggle, following you to your bed while holding onto your hand.

there was more to come, you had a feeling that much money wouldn’t come so easy, but things felt just a tad easier with him.

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[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

I've seen some people making some very good points about Vander and his role as a parent to Powder and Vi, especially related to criticisms about how he wasn't as stellar of a parent as the narrative portrays, specifically that he was emotionally neglectful, parentified Vi and failed to connect with Powder. While I think these points are worth discussing, I'd like to offer my own perspective.

Disclaimer: I am not justifying any behavior in the context of a real-life relationship, only within the narrative presented

First off, I don't disagree. Vander doesn't appear to have made a tremendous effort to connect with Powder, and seems to be much closer to Vi and Claggor than her and Mylo, putting a significant amount of responsibility on them (especially Vi, as the oldest) and Vi is definitely far more responsible for her siblings than she should be at her age, with Vander barely supervising them.

However, I think there's a lot of context people like to ignore. First off, this takes place in Zaun. From everything that's implied about Zaun, people don't typically live into old age. If they survive the street violence, enforcer violence, and unsafe working conditions, they're still likely to die or become incapacitated early as a result of Gray poisoning/horrific pollution, as we see with Viktor. Vander worked in the mines, which would make him even worse off.

It's common for average parents, who had their children in their mid-twenties to mid-thirties, to live to see their kids well into middle age, when they will be reliably established as adults and able to care for themselves without guidance. This privilege does not extend to Zaunites. As someone with older parents at birth, I know the importance of older siblings in that situation. Vander needed to prepare Vi and Claggor to be responsible for their siblings and guide them into adulthood, because he knew that he was unlikely to be able to do it himself.

Second, one of the big ethical issues with parentification is that you chose to have kids, and should not subject your older children to the consequences of your choice. Vander... Vander didn't choose to have kids, they're not his biological children, he took them off the street because they had nowhere else to go. I think in real world adoption, the principle still applies, because adoption is also a choice and a lengthy, procedurally dense one at that, but that's not the case here. It really wasn't a choice for Vander, these kids had nowhere else to go. And this is a common theme in Zaun, there are just feral children everywhere, and people just take them in because it's the right thing to do. Everyone is responsible for everyone else. So, his kids needed to learn that same principle, to be responsible for each other, to look out when they are able for those who can't.

And lastly, as for his overall lack of supervision of his ankle-biters, I think... I think that's just a Zaun thing. I'm always so bamboozled when I hear people compare THIS aspect of his parenting negatively to Silco's, when Silco didn't supervise Jinx either. He let her hang out on a giant fan blade like 60 feet in the air and wander off to explode shit whenever she wanted. Benzo also doesn't appear to supervise his very young child, who doesn't even have any older siblings to watch him, and neither Jinx nor Sevika feel the need to keep one single eye on Isha as she runs around the underground doing as she pleases. It seems to just be a part of Zaunite culture, people lose their parents and their parental figures all the time, so they need to be able to look out for themselves.

All this to say there are definitely things worth criticizing about Vander's parenting, but I feel like people are being a little unfair about it.

[sugaringcozy]

Donghyuck/Haechan Natal Chart Reading - Part 3: Childhood and Education

Disclaimers: 

☁️ This natal chart reading is for entertainment purposes and this is just my perspective. Take this with a grain of salt.

☁️ My intention from this reading is just to understand Donghyuck better and appreciate the person he is, where any sensitive topics come up I do not claim to know them as fact or wish to speculate.

☁️ This idol has given two different birth times, 10am and 6pm. This reading is based of his 6pm Natal Chart as I am not sure which birth time was given more recently and this chart seems more accurate to me.

Please do not copy my work and credit me if referencing!

🪐Neptune in 3rd House is a very interesting placement and there is a lot to cover here. 3rd house can suggest a lot about your childhood and early education. What I have picked up with the Neptune ruling third house is that Donghyuck was probably very imaginative and spent a lot of time daydreaming as a child, which is encouraged by the Aquarius placement as this is a naturally imaginative sign. Likely had a lot of ideas and was clumsy due to his mind being elsewhere. Can suggest anxiety in childhood - either in the child themselves or in circumstances which caused the child to worry excessively. For Haechan I imagine this would have been a result of being left with his grandparents as the eldest of 4. He likely felt a lot of uncertainty and insecurity around his family situation. Third House Neptune in Aquarius also suggests distance from your parents growing up. Neptune in the third house also suggests a parent was absent from your life during childhood, which we know was true. When Aquarius is in the third house, these adults tend to like to distance themselves from their childhood and as such Donghyuck likely prefers not to think about that period of his life. Donghyuck would have learned a lot through play, imaginative games and socialising with other kids. This placement also has a tendency to concentrate heavily or not at all. This house is on the Pisces cusp so Haechan would have learned best with no distractions. Neptune also rules dance, music and acting so Haechan is naturally talented in these areas and would have been drawn to them since he was little and started dance classes young. 🎭

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧 3rd House can give some insight on childhood as well as sibling relationships growing up - in Capricorn this represents being the responsible sibling, could have “parented” other siblings or feels a need to protect them. Capricorn in 3rd also shows the importance of the native to their family - Donghyuck is a main authority in his family and has caused a big shift in dynamic - which could of course be the fact that Donghyuck has brought a large amount of wealth to his family through his career.

🦁 9th House is always interesting as it can tell you about someone’s father and their relationship. A Leo Moon in 9th House suggests a father who is creatively inclined, proud, brave, dominant and hard-working. Hyuck likely has a good relationship with him and regards him very well, although a theme of independence also comes up with this placement. To me it makes sense as Donghyuck has lived most of his life away from his Dad, but clearly admires him and his sacrifices for their family. You also inherit certain traits from your father - the fact Leo is his Moon would indicate Hyuck has inherited many of his father’s mental traits - his bravery, his fire-like passion, and likely his creative talents too - I think Donghyuck mentioned in ‘Lost Boys’ that his parents met while they were working as musicians?

☀️ Donghyuck’s Gemini Sun and Mars Conjunction tells us more about his father, as Sun represents father and Mars represents warrior - so often this combination can suggest a father who ‘fights’ for a living, like being a fire-fighter, soldier etc or it can be a father who is very warrior-like - fierce and courageous, leading his family through difficulty. Often these fathers are also strict and have high standards for their children.

✨ Square between Jupiter and Uranus can signify an inner conflict between having a very busy career and spending time with family - Donghyuck is likely hyper aware of all the important moments he has missed due to being so busy, and maybe feels a sense of guilt about it :(

✨ Opposition between Gemini Sun and Sagittarius Pluto - People with this placement are very sensitive to criticism. Also shows a deep fear of losing people, and maybe a fear of losing control. For Donghyuck I think this stems from his childhood, which as we now know had multiple losses and large adjustments. He must have missed his parents terribly and this may have impacted upon his sense of security as an adult.

✨ Opposition between Saturn and Ascendant/Saturn Setting - A negative aspect here, symbolising that as a child he may have felt lonely, worried or struggled with feelings of loss/abandonment. It could also mean he has avoided romantic relationships despite many offers because he has had to overcome feelings of unworthiness. However Haechan has allowed himself to gain a new family in NCT, and his closeness with the members certainly suggests he is not isolating himself. It could be that he has worked through this trauma already, or that he is in the process of it. His childhood has also made him a very resilient and tough person - these people are very reliable and level.

🐻 Uranus in 3rd House - This placement is associated with geniuses who can only really focus on what interests them, so it's quite likely Donghyuck would have performed less well in some classes and excelled in Music & Drama class. Probably got in trouble for pranks, and could have been teased by other children. Interestingly this house yet again points to an unusual upbringing. Being the oldest of four, and being raised by his grandparents due to his parents working away must have put some weight on Donghyuck’s shoulders. It signifies a feeling of responsibility or often being the child in trouble (either through his mischief or being the oldest). Haechan also feels very protective of his family’s privacy.

⛵ Square between Uranus & Ascendant - This placement seems to suggest big changes in someone’s early life which cause them to lack roots or a predetermined identity - basically, they aren't given much of a secure/fixed identity. Usually it manifests as moving a lot as a child or other big changes in childhood which prevent you from putting down roots and having a strong sense of who you are. This is very interesting because there was a lot of adjustment in Donghyuck’s childhood, and things got even crazier when he debuted in SM rookies at age 14, essentially ending any normal/private teenage years he otherwise would have had.

🗡️ Chiron & Pluto Sagittarius in 1st House in Retrograde - Signifies that his deepest wound is from early life and being in 1st house, it was quite core in making him who he is. Being in retrograde means that Donghyuck’s pain is internalised, an emotional rather than physical reaction. The Sagittarius element reveals that Donghyuck experienced pain or loss when developing his core beliefs/sense of stability and identity. Can make it hard for him to truly believe in anything and know who he identifies with. There is a need for finding meaning in life and to put down roots as he feels lost and unstable. Having a religious faith is likely very helpful to him. Chiron in 1st house can also bring about self-consciousness about your body/looks, which could have stemmed from ways he was treated in childhood. Because it is in the 1st house, this pain is visible to others around him; the people who know him are aware of the walls he puts up, his self-image issues and know he doesn't verbalise all of his feelings. Along with his Leo Moon I again think this means Hyuck prefers to ‘show’ his feelings rather than talk about them, and needs people around him who can understand and comfort/reassure him without needing him to verbalise his insecurities. 

🏰 Midheaven in Virgo - 10th House cusp, Scorpio Rising/Ascendant - Donghyuck will guard his private life very closely, and issues can occur if the people around him don't consider his privacy as important as he does. This is especially true for the privacy of his family.

🌊♀️ Pisces in 4th House - 4th House can symbolise relationship with Mom and how the native sees them - for Donghyuck, this is a Mom who is creative, free-spirited, good-hearted and had to sacrifice a lot while raising her children. Speaks of a Karmic past-life bond with his Mom. ❤️ So cute. Through his mother, Donghyuck has learned unconditional love, loss and sacrifice. 4th House also speaks of childhood generally - Pisces is a childhood in which one or both parents were absent either physically or emotionally. A lot of adults with this placement tend to struggle with emotional expression. It can also manifest as an adult seeking love from people who do not love them. Often adults with mutable 4th houses find it hard to talk about their childhoods and again are very private and protective of themselves, which seems to be the case with Donghyuck, combined with his Scorpio Ascendant. Pisces in 4th is often a childhood where someone had to learn to care for themselves at a young age and ‘grow up’ quickly. HOWEVER, I think this is more about Hyuck moving to Seoul at 12 years old to become a trainee, rather than about his family.

💘 His Leo Moon and Sagittarius Pluto Trine shows an especially deep relationship with female relatives. One woman in particular will have a profound impact on Donghyuck’s life and he will learn and grow so much through her despite early difficulties. I want to say it’s a soul bond, and with the Pisces 4th house I believe this is referring to his Mom, though it could be his Grandmother who he also respects greatly.

👶 North Node in Cancer 8th House & South Node in Capricorn 2nd House - Haechan will dream of creating his own happy family. This is so cute because we obviously know how much he wants to be a Dad one day to show his child “a father’s love.”

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Thank you for reading, I hope this was interesting! ☁️ 💖

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Unearthed ↦ Daryl Dixon season two, part seven

Synopsis: Based on the events of The Walking Dead television series, Y/N Grimes, younger sister of Rick Grimes, attempts to survive in a world now inhabited by walkers. Family has always meant everything to her, but in this new world, can she keep her family safe and together?

Show: The Walking Dead (S1-S11)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Warnings: coarse language, violence, character deaths, drug and alcohol references, series spoilers and general The Walking Dead content warnings!

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You walked around the barn, checking for any weak spots. There were small cracks in the exterior but you couldn’t find any loose boards or spots big enough for a walker to sneak out of. This didn’t make you feel any better, however. You could hear the groans and clattering going on inside, each sound making the hair on your neck stand up.

Despite Rick’s promise to speak with Hershel, your hopes were low. If he truly believed these walkers were just sick people, there was no way he was going to agree to put them down. 

“My father’s going to kick your people out now, you know?” Maggie spoke from behind you.

You let out a small sigh, turning to face her. “You can’t seriously believe these people are sick.”

“Those people are my family.” Maggie hissed. “If Glenn would’ve just let it go-”

“We deserved to know.” You cut her off. “Look, I get why your father feels the way he does but you guys haven’t seen what we’ve seen. You haven’t seen people being eaten alive, screaming in agony. Sick or dead, they’re dangerous.”

Maggie was silent for a moment. “When Glenn and I went into town yesterday, one of those things almost got me. He saved my life.”

“Then you understand.” You whispered. “Please, help us make your father understand. Maybe we can move them somewhere else, away from where we all sleep. There’s gotta be a way.”

“I’ll talk to him.” Maggie agreed. “I don’t know if he’s going to change his mind but I’ll try.”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

Maggie nodded before turning around and heading back towards the farmhouse. You took one last look at the barn before making your way back to camp.

Hunter sat on a stump, awaiting your return. As soon as he saw you approaching, he stood up.

“Were you at the barn?”

You nodded. “It looks safe enough for now. I wouldn’t worry too much, alright? That’s my job.”

Hunter nodded, though you could feel his discomfort. Knowing what he’d experienced out there, the last thing you wanted was for him to be scared here. You had thought this place was as safe as it gets now and part of you felt guilty having brought him back here. Sure, there were much worse places to be, but you wanted the best for him.

“Listen,” you spoke, crouching down to his level. “I won’t let anything happen to you, okay? We’ll figure out a way to make this place safer for all of us. I just need you to be careful and always stay within eyesight of an adult.”

“I will, I promise.” Hunter responded. After a moment of silence, his face began to crinkle. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” You smiled.

“Yesterday Carl got to go with everyone else. He got to practice shooting a gun. Why couldn’t I go?”

Your face fell at his question, as you had no idea how to answer it. “Did you want to go?” 

“I don’t know.”

“I thought about sending you with them but I wasn’t sure if you were ready for it.” You spoke plainly. “It’s a big responsibility but if you’d like to learn we can start slow. I can teach you how to handle them safely and we can work our way towards shooting lessons.”

Hunter’s face lit up. “Really?”

“As long as you feel ready. It’s important that you know how to be safe around them. For you and for others. Do you promise to take it seriously?”

“I promise.”

You nodded. “Come with me.”

The two of you walked towards the RV, making your way inside. You gestured for him to sit down at the table while you grabbed a pistol from the bag of guns.

“First, I want to show you how to handle them.” You spoke. “There are two big rules you need to follow when you’re holding a gun. First, never point it at anyone you don’t intend to shoot. Second, keep your finger off the trigger until you’re ready to shoot.”

You continued to go through all the rules of gun safety, Hunter listening intently. Then, you allowed him to hold one you’d made sure was empty. You could see he was being thoughtful, following every direction and piece of advice you gave him. 

“They aren’t as scary as I thought.” He spoke, slowly handing the gun back to you. “I mean, I know they can be dangerous if you’re not careful.”

“I get what you mean. They’re also dangerous if others aren’t careful.” You nodded. “I’ll send you with the others for shooting practice next time.”

“Thank you, Y/N.” Hunter smiled.

You put the gun away before turning back to the boy, ruffling his hair. “I’m proud of you, kiddo.”

…

Hours passed by, uncertainty still weighing over yourself and the others. You’d seen Rick leave with Hershel and Jimmy earlier, nobody knowing where they had gone. In Rick’s absence, tensions only seemed to be running high and higher within your group.

Most of the group was sitting around the front porch of the farm house, waiting for some answers. Beth and Patricia sat with Carl and Hunter, teaching them how to play chess. Maggie and Glenn sat on the stairs together, clearly having moved past their earlier spat. You were surveying the land, hoping to see Rick approaching at any moment. 

Instead, T-Dog and Andrea were approaching from the left of the porch.

“Do you know what’s going on?” T-Dog asked.

“Where is everyone?” Andrea added.

You and Glenn both approached them.

“You haven’t seen Rick?” Glenn questioned.

“Not since he went off with Hershel.” Andrea responded. “We were supposed to leave a couple hours ago.”

“Maybe that’s a good sign.” You spoke up.

Daryl and Carol now approached the four of you.

“Rick told us he was going out.” Carol said.

“Damn it. Isn’t anyone taking this seriously?” Daryl hissed. “We got us a damn trail.”

Daryl’s eyes focused on something in the distance, causing you all to turn in that direction. Shane was now approaching the group with the bag of guns on his shoulder and a shotgun in hand.

“What’s all this?” Daryl asked.

“You with me, man?” Shane questioned, handing Daryl the shotgun.

Daryl nodded, cocking the gun.

“Time to grow up.” Shane spoke, looking to Andrea. “You already got yours?”

“Yeah,” she responded. “Where’s Dale?”

“He’s on his way.”

“I thought we couldn’t carry.” T-Dog inquired.

Shane shoved your gun into your hands.

“We can’t.” You hissed, holding the gun as if it were live dynamite. “Shane, what the hell are you doing?”

Shane began handing out guns. “I’m doing what needs to be done.”

“Rick is fighting to get Hershel to let us stay. You’re ruining any chances of that working.” You hissed in his ear. “You’re ruining everything.”

You could feel the anger radiating off of him, but instead of continuing to argue with you, he moved on. 

“Look, it was one thing sitting around here picking daisies when we thought this place was supposed to be safe. Now we know it ain’t.” Shane turned to Glenn, offering him a gun. “What about you, man? You gonna protect yours?”

Glenn reluctantly took the gun.

“Can you shoot?” Shane asked Maggie.

“Can you stop?” She retorted. “If you do this, if you hand out these guns, my dad will make you all leave tonight.”

“We have to stay, Shane.” Carl spoke up.

Lori exited the farm house, placing her arms around Carl. “What is this?”

“Our downfall.” You mumbled.

“We ain’t going anywhere, okay?” Shane spoke. “Hershel, he’s just gotta understand. Okay? He’s just gonna have to.” He then approached Carl. “Now we need to find Sophia, am I right?”

Carl nodded as Shane held out a gun.

“Now I want you to take this. You take it, Carl, and you keep your mother safe. You do whatever it takes. You know how.”

Lori jumped between them, pushing Carl back. “Rick said no guns. This is not your call. This is not your decision to make.” 

“Oh shit.”

You all turned to T-Dog before following his line of sight. In the distance, Jimmy came out of the trees, followed by a walker on a leash that Rick was holding. Hershel was also leading another walker behind him.

“What is that?” Shane asked, before beginning to run towards them.

Everyone began to follow him, including yourself. You could tell they were leading these walkers towards the barn.

“What the hell are you doing?” Shane snapped.

“Shane, just back off.” Rick demanded.

Hershel looked around. “Why do your people have guns?”

“Are you kidding me?” Shane asked. “You see what they’re holding onto?”

“I see who I’m holding onto.” Hershel responded.

Shane let out a small huff. “No, man, you don’t.”

“Shane, just let us do this and then we can talk.” Rick pleaded.

“What do you want to talk about, Rick? These things ain’t sick. They’re not people. They’re dead!” He yelled, circling them. “Ain’t gonna feel nothing for them ‘cause all they do is kill. These things right here, they’re the things that killed Amy. They killed Otis. They’re gonna kill all of us.”

“Shane, shut up!” Rick snapped.

“Hershel man, let me ask you something. Could a living breathing person walk away from this?” Shane pulled out his gun, shooting one of the walkers three times. “That’s three rounds in the chest. Could someone who’s alive just take that? Why is it still coming?”

You were watching in horror as the scene unfolded in front of you. As much as you felt Shane was doing this the wrong way, you knew deep down that he was right. No matter how much you wanted to stop him, you couldn’t bring yourself to. 

Shane shot the walker twice more. “That’s its heart, its lungs. Why is it still coming?” He shot the walker another three times.

“Shane, enough!” Rick screamed.

“Yeah, you’re right, man. That is enough.” Shane spoke, walking over to the walker and shooting it in the head.

Hershel fell to his knees, still holding onto the leash as his face went pale. 

“Enough risking our lives for a little girl who’s gone! Enough living next to a barn full of things that are trying to kill us. Enough.” Shane continued. “Rick, it ain’t like it was before. Now if y’all want to live, if you want to survive, you’ve got to fight for it! I’m talking about fighting right here, right now.”

Shane ran towards the barn, grabbing a pickaxe and beating on the chain lock holding the doors together. Everyone watched on in shock, unsure of what to do at this point. There was no stopping Shane.

Rick begged Hershel to take hold of the walker still alive, but it was no use. Hershel was in shock, his eyes darting between the walker Shane had put down and the barn. 

Shane finally broke through the lock, removing the wood plank also holding the doors together. He began banging on the doors, gaining the attention of all of the walkers inside. Then, he backed up to join the rest of you.

Everyone held up their guns, preparing for what was about to happen. In a matter of seconds, walkers began pouring out of the barn and the sound of gunshots filled the air.

“Maggie?” Glenn asked.

Maggie nodded, tears in her eyes as she held her father close. “Go, it’s okay.”

You hadn’t fired a single shot, almost paralyzed in shock and horror. You knew they were dead. You also knew how much they meant to Hershel and Maggie. All you could think about was if they had been your loved ones. Would you have the strength to do what needed to be done?

Shane turned to Rick, shooting the walker he was still holding onto. Reluctantly, Rick drew his gun and joined the group.

Your eyes landed on Hunter, who was looking at you with uncertainty. In that moment, you knew you needed to set an example. You couldn’t be afraid to do what you needed to do to protect him. Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward and lifted your gun, shooting one of the walkers in the head.

Over a dozen walkers had fallen before no more came out. The gunfire stopped as everyone looked around, observing the scene before them. Nobody spoke, so the sound of groans and shifting feet coming from inside the barn caught your attention.

You watched in horror as one final walker exited the barn. 

Sophia.

As she stepped into the sunlight, you noticed a large bite in the side of her neck. Carol let out a guttural scream, running towards her daughter. Daryl quickly caught the woman, stopping her from getting too close.

“Sophia.” Carol cried, falling to the ground in Daryl’s arms.

Sophia began to walk towards you, stumbling over the bodies laying on the ground, her growls growing more intense. You could hear Carl crying behind you and Hunter began to hug your waist. Throwing your arms around him, you held him closer.

You watched as Rick stepped forward, walking past your entire group to get to Sophia. Her growls only grew louder the closer she got to him. Rick raised his gun slowly as you closed your eyes, a loud bang echoing out through the farm lands followed by a thud of her small body hitting the ground.

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AN: Here we are with chapter seven of season two! I hope you all enjoyed this one. We are now entering the second half of this season and I'm very excited. Please remember to like and reblog if you enjoyed <3

[myrmyrtheorca]

Ranking reveal please ! "5 most compatible with the oc of your choosing amongst khr cast' ✨️ ( — romantic ! or not! it is up to you.) maybe, with explanations? hehe

taking a little break from preparing the answers with the Entity (who was very pleased with them and is trying her best to articulate her answers because she hasn't spoken to people in a while) to do this because I have been hunted for sport when it comes to KW pairings/compatibilities-

These will be for Myr and Lidija, if anyone's curious to see this done with Anemone and Tristam let me know! The post would be too long with all 4 of them I feel qwq'

DISCLAIMER: Myr and Lidija are adults, so every non-familial pairing here listed is assumed to take place in a scenario where both individuals are adults.

-- [Myr] --

Yamamoto Takeshi (romantic) - Myr is naturally more attracted to people with a positive attitude, and Takeshi adds to it with his laid-back personality. They would work well together, whether it's a relationship or a mission. Takeshi's understanding personality would be a good "counter" to Myr's more sharp and aggressive one, though he'd probably draw the line the moment Myr puts herself in danger while trying to prove a point or strike down the enemy. She'd berate him for it, but deep down Myr needs someone to take care of her.  

Adelheid Suzuki (platonic) - one could argue that Adelheid's tendencies to discipline could be a dealbreaker for Myr, but that would mean she wouldn't be friends with Anemone either. Adelheid will fuck you up if it means following her beliefs, and Myr would respect that. I feel like they could bond thanks to their abrasive personalities, Adelheid would have fun trying to get Myr to dress properly and Myr would have fun teasing her and making her angry on purpose.   

Uni (familial/admiration) - a young but strong-willed leader who isn't her brother and who's in DIRE NEED of a big sister ? Sign Myr right up! Myr would immediately recognize that Uni is not exactly a normal girl and that her strength comes from within, not to mention her kindness and the way she maintains her child-like behavior even with the burden of her responsibilities. Myr would love to act as a big sister to her and with enough time she'd make a loyal subordinate and close friend.  

Superbi Squalo (admiration/romantic) - to the surprise of absolutely nobody, yeah. Squalo is pride incarnate, he has a title, he's feared, and most of all, independent. That's exactly the person Myr would like to become deep down, at the cost of proving right all those who already consider her to be a monster. He's the living proof that being ruthless gets you what you want, and while she tries to push those violent thoughts away for the sake of Lidija and her newfound friends, he'd be like a "Stop Being Nice, Go Apeshit" switch. After all, if she was as strong as him, she could take back all that was taken from her by her family.  

Lancia (romantic) - ok so canon gives out exactly 0 info about Lancia other than "he's actually Not the Bad Guy", but. As mentioned Myr tends to associate herself with strong people because she likes the challenge, but here we have a man trying to salvage what's left of his life because he was too strong and got manipulated because of it. It would be a great wake-up call for Myr, because she too is subjected to prejudice because of her past (in her case, her lineage) and Lancia would be the one to tell her that revenge and hate are not roads to follow.

-- [Lidija] --

Chrome Dokuro (romantic/platonic) - Lidija is a natural caretaker, and would immediately understand that Chrome is delicate. She needs time, it's a trial-and-error process with her. But just like she did with Myr, when she's dedicated to making a person smile, she doesn't give up that easily. I feel like Chrome would learn to see that Lidija is a safe place, but whether that would develop into something romantic is something I myself don't know if it could happen. I feel like Chrome's sense of relationships is a little warped seeing everything she's gone through.  

Tsunayoshi Sawada (platonic) - discovering that the most rumored family in the Cavalieri halls is run by such a genuine and brave person would absolutely make Lidija Tsuna's number 1 fan. I don't have much on these two, Lidija's extroverted manners would probably make Tsuna feel a little embarrassed (think a bit of Haru's effect), but overall she'd be a loyal subordinate.  

Lussuria (platonic) - they would be such a POWER DUO. Lidija could even learn a thing or two about sass. Since I HC Luss to be both an ex-stylist and an ex-architect, they'd have such long and interesting talks about a variety of topics. And of course, Lidija could absolutely act as a model for their fashion experiments! Overall I think Luss would act as an "enabler" for the more flamboyant part of her extroverted personality.  

Dino Cavallone (romantic) - YEAH HE'S HERE TOO LXD FANS REJOICE I've always been a supporter of her and Dino myself because he has the looks of the typical prince charming and the goofness of, well... Dino Cavallone. What else to add? He's gentle, devoted, honorable, and would have a hard time saying no when she asks for him to gift her something expensive. As a treat.  

Irie Shoichi (romantic) - he'd be like a plush toy Lidija can sport around. His soft but dedicated personality would really complement hers, and he'd probably trigger her more protective side with all his stress symptoms. Plus, she'd make the cutest assistant!

[celestial--sapphic]

Bruh you can't ask for the director's cut because I want to know EVERYTHING about your fanfic! Everything!

So please, everything you want to share, I'm all ears actually eyes because I read

hey!!

i'm also going to tag @boomingsmile in this because they have also sent an ask regarding the directors commentary post and might find this interesting too :)

ok the one thing i am going to talk about here is the way in which i have chosen to frame poppy's relationship with beasts, particularly how she anthropomorphises them.

from the first time i played the game i found it SO interesting how poppy attributes the most specifically human traits to beasts, for example highwing is a 'busybody' and gerald's best traits being his 'kindness', 'ambition' and 'cleanliness'.

it was something i found super cute and wholly endearing and really wanted to include in my fic. hence, this is where the porlock mentioned in chapter five with the 'terribly passionate political streak' came from, as one example.

though, as i was writing i began to think, where does all of this actually stem from? i know lots of people in real life who are big animal lovers/work in jobs with animals but when they talk about them, they do not anthropomorphise them to the extend poppy does.

the HC slowly came to me: poppy see's beasts in this way because they were the only companions she truly had growing up and can read their body language, expressions ect much more closely than people's. or, at least, they come to her much more naturally.

in the poacher camps, she didn't have other children to socialise with, the adults were often too busy to engage with her properly and the nomadic nature of their parent's career choice meant she couldn't build strong relationships with any of the other humans they came across anyway.

the beasts were who she came to understand most clearly. she learned to recognise all the things she was feeling through them; fear, love, anger, longing.

they were alike in many ways, both trapped in their respective cages.

while to outsiders it is a funny, quirky, cute thing she does, it comes as a necessary response to her traumatic upbringing

i hope that was insightful for you and i would LOOOOOVE to discuss it further. its something i want to explore in a one-shot one day (another one added to the list for post-kiss me (like you wanna be loved) times hahaha)

@boomingsmile i will answer yours tomorrow :)

[milkteaarttime]

Latte Personality: A More In-Depth Analysis

I did say I wanted to retcon Latte a little more. I thought I could have done better explaining her personality type. Since she was lowkey still baking in my empty shell of a head when I initiated the first update. I would like to go into more detail and humanize her a little more and give a bit more in-depth of her personality (because I want to separate her more from me and into a character that only has my attributes but not an self-insert. Also to separate from my personality, an ENFP)

Please excuse any grammar and spelling issues. I'm half asleep lol

If I had to use the 16 personalities MBTI to describe her, I want to say she is The Consul aka ESFJ. Maybe her enneagram is 2 "The Helper".

Personality outline:  

Latte is naturally very social, she has great practical skills, knows what her place is, and is a very loyal person. She is a very trustworthy, warm, sensitive, and hard-working woman.

Growing up she was a popular child in the Chinese community in her area, worked hard at her family restaurant, sang and played piano, studied well at school, and was social/polite/pleasant in front of adults and kids alike (haha how traditional). She is responsible, never had a bad thing to say about her parents/life, never complained in front of others and leaned into the ideal version of a daughter her parents/culture believed she should be. She participated in local events and talent competitions with her singing/piano, and she won a few times. This elevated her “status” among the Chinese kids in their community. “Why can't you be more that girl… Latte?”  (Yes she's the kid your parents would compare you to.) But because she was legitimately warm, the other kids couldn’t be upset with her. 

Supportive and chatty, the type to make people feel reassured/welcomed. Her nature to care for others and establish harmony makes her easy to get along with. Her personality is like the nice popular girl in high school who knows a bit abt everyone if you will.

She is also very good at making connections with people. Her experiences working at a restaurant and building rapport with the regulars helped her with learning how to be a good nurse. 

She can make people around her feel at ease and diffuse/de-escalate any angry customers at her family restaurant and patients at her hospitals. Making her the preferred person to call to smooth disagreements. Even if she hates confrontation.

Bit of a traditionalist when it comes to dating/romantic life, and definitely wants to be chased. She believes the man pays for the date/dinner, gets her parent’s approval before marriage (had they been alive), dislikes talking to multiple people and having “options” since it seems dishonest to her and she is very loyal. Never flings and situation-ships. However, in return for wanting a bit of princess treatment, she will go above and beyond to make her partner happy. 

Some drawbacks: 

Due to her upbringing in a traditional Chinese immigrant family as the eldest daughter. She tends to want to maintain appearances/faces. This is a huge part of Chinese culture, "do not embarrass the family". Think Mulan and the “bring-honour-to-her-family” type. She is often worried about their family’s appearance and their standing in the community. Especially stressed about how her actions affect her family and social image. the worst she had done was a mild emo phase that she hid well from everyone, only Viktor knows about it.

She can sometimes be seen as inflexible. She is fixated on keeping the status quo, not rocking the boat/keep the peace. A big example is Viktor being less conventional so she keeps attempting to change him and often mothers or nags at him.

Sensitive towards criticism, as the eldest daughter, she grew up with a lot more “suggestive feedback” than her brother or any other child would, this causes her to become a perfectionist and sometimes defensive of herself and her actions. She is deathly afraid of losing the place/reputation she fought tooth and nail to get. Seeks approval from people “higher up” on the social/relational hierarchy than her. Can get a bit needy when she thinks she is not being seen.

Can be too selfless and neglect her own needs, courtesy of the “Be considerate to others” lesson her mother drilled into her. She often lets her parent’s teachings and her traditional upbringing dictate her choices even if it is not 100% beneficial to her (foreshadowing lol)

Gets upset/stressed when others step out of bounds, disrupts order, or when things are out of her grasp and understanding. Again, she is too afraid of the drawback to being “different” and the idea of losing the “place” and “role” she worked so hard to establish. 

(Thank you for reading this far!! I did some research and a lot of soul-searching to craft Latte. I used my own experiences with my culture and expectations to make her a more realistic character. But her backstory is still largely creative and not real lol.)

(Latte is the kid my Chinese parents would compare me to. No joke XD)

[embracetranquilityson]

Playing Hogwarts Legacy as an adult, a different POV. (Possible SPOILERS ahead, please beware)

Okay, hear me out:

When the game was announced I was super excited about the Dark Arts path, so of course as soon as I was able to play I immediately headed for that route.

But then that scene where you have to duel Sebastian happened and I thought "damn, OC is an insane duelist!" soooo... I guess my mind kind of spiraled from there because I somehow got this headcanon that OC was actually undercover at Hogwarts.

Oddly got their letter at a later age, mad skillz™️, really polite and mature... Makes sense, right?

But I don't want to be an Auror. I want to be EVIL!

So, how about an Ashwinder? Victor Rookwood is a pretty cool villain: charismatic af, kinda good looking; I can see us chilling while watching dragons fight- no wait, I hate poachers with a passion. I love magical beasts. No way my OC would ever harm one or stand by and watch as one gets hurt.

And theeeeennnnn... I met professor Aesop Sharp. 10/10 "your daughter/son/adultchild calls me daddy too". I'd like to say it was love at first sight but it was the whole "acknowledging responsibility" speech that got me.

And before you call me weird... I'm in my twenties and as much as I love the "companions" that the game lets you have, I can't physically bring myself to ship my OC with a teenager. Big no no. Weirds me the f out.

So behold, the ultimate headcanon that has been living rent free in my head since the release:

OC is a rogue ashwinder who betrayed the - organisation? Cult? Club? Ah whatever you get it - and somehow found a way to disguise themselves as a student to avoid repercussions. After all, hogwarts is a pretty safe place. They could easily stay under the radar until things had calmed down a bit.

Unless... Unless some students decided they were tired of poachers and ashwinders and decided to take the matter into their own hands. So what was oc supposed to do? Just look the other way and hide while kids got slaughtered?

Nope. Their conscience was screaming enough as it was, they couldn't let it get any louder. So they help Poppy and Nat and try their best to keep Sebastian safe while he dabbles in the dark arts (after all, they know first hand how futile it is to try and smother that fire. You need to get burnt to learn.).

Until they go too far, they become a problem. Rookwood is pissed. Avada Kedavra pissed. Life or death. Their young and foolish friends or them.

It's an easy choice, really.

They drop the spell/potion/ancient magic/whatever that made them seem younger, so the focus is on them. Rookwood's rage is on them.

The shock, the drama.

Your trusted hogwarts companion was an Ashwinder all along. Former ashwinder, but does it really matter to a teenager who only sees the world as black and white?

Would it matter to the professor OC fell for? To the other professor, the one who guided them through the keepers' trials? Or to sweet professors Weasley and Garlick, who went above and beyond to teach them everything they knew?

Would it matter to the aurors who would eventually capture them?

Ladies, gentlemen and fine people, this is my headcanon. This would be my OC (if I was a skilled modder).

Thank you for coming to my -delirious- TED talk.

(and if you have similar or opposite headcanon, please drop them below. I would love to read them!)

Edit: I actually wrote a fic inspired by this! It's gender neutral (You POV) and I had a lot of fun with it!

Here's the link:

[threadsun]

Content: abuse, manipulation, intoxication, dubcon/noncon, dad kink/incestplay, honestly idk how to describe this other than that it's fucked up

Thinking about Jean and Ian in the Ian's Dad AU and I can’t stop thinking about how messed up it is from Ian’s perspective!! Like imagine…

Look, you've spent 18 years being raised by your abusive single mother. She never gave you love, you were never enough for her, she made you feel guilty about everything. Getting gifts, having sexual urges, being queer. She never let you have your freedom, always trying to control your every move and keeping an eye on you.

You live in a big mansion in the rich part of town, but she refuses to spend any more than necessary on you. She doesn’t let you meet your rich neighbours because she’s worried you’ll befriend them and they’ll lead you astray. And she’s always telling you horror stories about the actor who lives next door. About how he doesn't care about anything, how he's a sexual deviant, how he spends lavishly unlike your mother's painful frugality. Everything she says to try to keep you away from him only makes him sound better. He sounds like the friend you never had and the dad you always wanted, and he’s an actor like you want to be on top of everything!

And when you turn 18 and enter your rebellious phase... well, look. You know he's famous. You know he’s probably been warned away from talking to you by your mother (really, you can't blame him for listening, knowing what she's like). And you know he probably doesn't want his neighbour’s kid just calling him up out of the blue. But... you've gotta try! This is your one chance at having a mentor for your acting! And maybe a father-figure too…

And when you reach out and actually get a response? When he wants to meet you? It's like you're in a dream. You meet up with him and he's... really cool! Super nice, laid back, interested in you. He asks all the right questions, learns about you, listens to you vent about your home life. He tells you stories about his work and gives you advice about becoming an actor.

And he's... well, look, you've never been able to explore sexual attraction, especially not towards men. And he's everything you want to be! All the parts of yourself you actually like seem to be so prominent in him. All the things that your mother hates. It's all him! And sure you feel a little weird about it, I mean you’ve only just met the guy. But... he’s so welcoming and kind. You're an adult, and for the first time in your life you’re feeling appreciated... And god he's so nice and generous when he takes you under his wing, showering you with gifts and taking you out to fancy places and encouraging your rebellion rather than stifling it.

Sure, he's a little more handsy than you'd expected a mentor to be. Little pats on the ass or pecks on the lips. But, well, he's French. That's just what they're like! So of course you're going to move in with him when he offers you a spare room at his place so he can mentor you more often. It's even nicer than your mother's house and he's not always hovering around. He lets you do whatever you please when you’re not learning from him and he never monitors you. You can go out with friends and invite people over and lock your door so you can jack off to some hentai without your mother bursting in and lecturing you about how sex is a tool of the devil!

He always encourages you to try new things. You'd always been a little curious about drugs. Nothing hard, no you're not that kind of guy. But maybe some weed? And of course your cool mentor can hook you up with some! But... he's a responsible mentor. He tells you that you can smoke but your first time has to be with only him. So you don't get too high or taken advantage of. And you trust him, of course you trust him, he's given you every reason to!

So you let him set the mood. Low lights, flickering candles, some weird artsy movie on the massive tv in the lounge, plenty of snacks (oysters, chocolate covered strawberries, even some alcohol but you're pretty sure that's just for him. He wouldn't get you crossfaded for your first time...), and the fattest blunt you've ever seen. Also the only blunt you've ever seen so... really, when he assures you it's perfect for a beginner, why wouldn't you trust him?

So you settle in and he lights up the blunt. He asks if you know what shotgunning is, tells you it's the best way for a beginner to get used to smoking. It's... weird. When his lips actually linger on yours more than the usual little goodbye kisses. When his tongue forces your lips apart to blow the smoke into your mouth. But... all those nerves and weird feelings settle pretty quick.

The more smoke he blows into your mouth, the more relaxed you get. The more you let him feed you snacks. The more you let his hands wander. By the time you're actually pulling from the blunt, you can barely tell which way is up. You feel him tip your head back and pour some wine into your mouth. He's always going on and on about vintages and whether or not it's dry and what aftertaste it has. But all you can ever taste is soured, bitter grapes. But this time you don't mind so much. Not when he's taking a gulp of it himself and feeding that into your mouth this time.

It's the first time you've been touched like this, kissed like this. It feels good, his soft lips on yours, the way he pays such gentle attention to you, the way he grinds on your lap and pulls your hair while forcing more smoke and alcohol into you. You're in a haze of pleasure and Jean is right there at the centre. And him being your mentor is the furthest thing from your mind.

You don't remember much about that night. Or, anything really. You wake up sore in places you've never been sore before. But also feeling blissful. Your muscles feel more relaxed than they ever have, and you don't feel the usual crushing weight of your lust hanging over your head. Jean simply smiles at you when you go into the kitchen the next morning, and asks if you enjoyed the night before. You tell him you did and he promises you two can do it more often. As a bonding experience. Maybe make it a monthly thing? You’re like a son to him, after all!

And god does that sound nice to you. Having a parental figure who wants to bond with you. A person who likes spending time with you. A person who encourages you to try new things. He promises to bring edibles as well next time, and reminds you with a wink that if you ever want to try any other drugs, he can get his hands on them for you. But, of course, same rules apply. Your first time doing them has to be with him.

Really, you're not sure why you'd want to do drugs with anyone else. You've seen the people at the parties he's taken you to, far too rowdy for your liking. So you stick to doing drugs and drinking with Jean only. It's the only time he's handsy. The only time his lips stay on yours. And you hardly remember it anyway. It all blurs together with the dreams you keep having about him. The ones that leave you in a cold sweat, with an uncomfortable boner, wondering if it's normal for people to dream about someone they see like a father whispering sweet nothings in their ear while they fuck them. You're pretty sure it's not, but... really how would you know?

And finally one sober night, you hear your door creak open. You hear footsteps, see a sliver of light from the hallway on your wall, feel someone getting into bed behind you. You move to sit up, but a warm arm wraps around you and a familiar voice whispers in your ear. Jean reassures you that it's okay, it's just him, he just wants to cuddle. And that's normal, isn't it? Fathers cuddling their sons. Sure, no matter how much you both talk about wishing you were father and son, he’s your mentor not your father. And sure, maybe you're a bit old for it even if he was your father. But it’s probably just some sort of acting thing anyway! So you settle back down and enjoy the feeling of his arms around you, trying to keep your hormones under control.

His hands wander a little, thumb rubbing circles on your hips as his lips press lightly against your neck. You have to bite your pillow to keep from whimpering, willing yourself not to make things weird. But his hand slips from your hip and curls around your hard cock and your heart drops. But he reassures you once more, just a gentle murmur in your ear, promising that it's okay. That it's perfectly natural.

His hand palms you slowly as he whispers sympathetic words about how badly your mother screwed you up and how it's up to him to make you better. How he feels so bad about your sexual repression, how he can see just how much you're suffering, that he knows how badly you need this. You're still trying to muffle your sounds with the pillow, but your hips roll against his hand and it feels so good. And he knows. He knows your mother never let you touch yourself. Never let you indulge your desires. You told him so yourself. And he promises you that it's okay. That this is healthy and normal. That she fucked you up, broke you, but he's here to fix you.

He talks to you so gently, like a wounded animal, as he helps you cum. He's so... understanding. And he reassures you that it's normal. That it's okay. That this is what fathers do for their sons. It doesn’t even strike you as odd, that he’s calling you two that. It feels right. And when you finally let out a moan and cum against his hand, making a mess of your pyjamas... he praises you. He tells you how well you did for him, what a good son you are, how happy he is to see you getting better already! And he promises to keep helping…

It happens night after night, each time something slightly different. He turns you over the next night, kisses you so sweetly that you feel like you might melt into him. His tongue is coaxing and his hands slip into your pants to touch you properly. And you wonder how you'll ever be able to touch yourself again when you know it'll never compare to his touch. Then he uses his mouth on you, shows you how skilled his tongue is down there as well. Then he's working a finger, two fingers, three into you.

He teaches you how to please him, as well. Urges you under the covers and teaches you how to go down on him without too much teeth. Trains you not to gag when he thrusts into your mouth and to swallow when he cums down your throat. He presses his cock between your thighs and fucks them so sweetly, hands groping and lips finally leaving marks on you. And then finally, he makes love to you. There's no other way to say it. It's such a sweet, soft, gentle thing. His hips rocking behind you as he spoons you, holding you to his chest and praising you for learning so fast, for being such a good boy for him. And when you feel him cum inside of you, your hips stutter into his hand and you cum too. And you feel loved for the first time in your life.

And that's when you start to learn who your mentor really is. There's no more of the coddling, the sweetness, the love. No, you're his personal free-use whore. He clicks his fingers and you get on your knees for him, ready to take whatever he has to give. He makes you call him dad, starts calling you his son. He introduces you to kinks you've never even heard of, takes all his anger out on your pretty body in the most sadistic ways, trains you into his perfect pet. He fucks you and beats you and makes you his cumdump.

And if you ever try to stop it, ever try to refuse, ever correct people who mistake you for a real father and son... he reminds you of all those nights you spent baked out of your mind. He shows you all the pictures he took of the disgusting, perverted things you let him do to you when you didn't even remember your own name. He promises to leak them to the press if you ever stop. His career is just about over, but yours? Yours is only just beginning. This could ruin you.

But... honestly? You don't want to stop. You don't want to go back to living with your mother. You don't want to return to a life where you feel guilty for wanting sex, where you never feel satisfied, where you always feel like a deviant. You don’t want to go back to not having a father. You want to be wanted by him. You want to keep feeling good, and god does he make you feel good. His insults and humiliation get you hard, but his rare praise makes you desperate to come back for more. You know it's wrong, you know he's a bad person, you know it needs to stop.

But... you don't stop it. You can't stop it. Not when it feels so... good isn't quite the right word. But it feels like everything you deserve. It's the best you'll ever get. And you need to grab onto that before it slips away.

Until. Until you make the mistake of bringing a friend over for once. You've tried to keep everyone else away from Jean. Keep him to yourself. You're not sure if it's selfish or selfless, wanting to keep that cruel attention on you alone. But you can't say no to your childhood best friend. Especially since you've been in love with them since forever. So you take the risk and let them come over, warning them away from your “dad” as many times as you possibly can.

Thankfully, the study date seems to go... well! You don't see Jean at all, and your friend doesn't mention him either. They even ask you out, and you have to get them to repeat themself a few times before it sinks in that it's real. Of course you say yes! How could you say anything else? You've wanted this since forever!

And then as you finish your shy, nervous little goodbye and watch them drive away... you feel Jean behind you. His arms settle around your waist, his chin on your shoulder, his lips brushing your ear. He tells you how nice they seem. How happy he is to see his son dating someone. How unfortunate it would be if they ever found out about your dirty little secret... But don't worry, he won't tell! For as long as you keep doing everything he asks, as long as you keep pleasing him, his lips are sealed.

[ititledit]

Cover letter tips, please? <3

Quick note - I only use Tumblr mobile which does limit my ability to write/format long response well but I will do my best! Sorry it's taken so long to answer, I haven't actually finished so this is v1!

This anon is because I voted for "write a cover letter" on the poll about "which adult activity are you happiest to do" - the number of people happy to build Ikea furniture is mind boggling to me!

A little about me. I am a manager and have been involved in recruitment for many years. I have shortlisted and interviewed people for roles from apprentice up to senior leadership. I have also mentored several people into my industry.

And I have worked for several industry lead companies.

Tip one - the mindset.

You are not writing about yourself, you are writing about your friend, who is the ideal candidate for this job. They just so happen to have done the exact same things as you, but they are not you. You love them. You are proud of them and impressed by their achievements.

Socialisation teaches us to be modest and not to value what we have accomplished ("because I did it I guess it wasn't such a big deal?"), so framing the cover letter as being for a dear friend can help to get over this discomfort. This doesn't work for everyone though, but I think it's still worth trying.

When something is ahead of us we view it as a dream or aspiration, and someone else who has that thing is superior, Impressive, has their life sorted out. But when we look at those same things in our own past, we devalue them, partly because they become normalised to us... But I also think that living in a society that minimises women's achievements lead us to devalue our own - we judge ourselves with the eyes of patriarchy, rather than the eyes of someone who loves us.

So treat yourself as you would someone you love. Recognise what you have done and acknowledge the value of those things.

Tip 2 - The Process.

go through the job advert and make a bullet point list of the things they have explicitly asked for. This will be a mix hard and soft skills, or even come from how they describe the job environment. Leave a few lines between each bullet point.

- Computer literate

- Customer service

- Fast-paced environment

- Changing priorities

- Organisation

- Field specific systems/knowledge

- Previous experience in the industry

Next you are going to bullet point all the things you have done on a separate piece of paper. Again, leave space between them.

If you are young and early in your career you will need to find these things from a wider pool. If you are established in your career then you may only need to use your current job and maybe one or two previous roles.

- Qualifications (all of them - school, college, music, sports, anything you worked for and were examined in)

- Working in shop/bar/warehouse

- Volunteering

- Extracurricular activities

- Work experience

- Your current job

- the job before that

- Childcare for your siblings/cousins

There are two methods for what to do next

Method 1

Take the list of requirements and apply it to everything in the experience list

- working in shop/bar/warehouse = use computer for stock taking, fast paced customer facing environment, have to organise the kitchen/stock, prioritising orders

- volunteering with the scouts = using emails to communicate and organise

Method 2

Take some scissors and cut up all the bullet points of things you have done. I like to have the piece of paper with the list of requirements on the left and the cut up bits on the right.

Then you start pairing them up. Doesn't matter how tenuous it is, you are making what you have done match what they want. Also you can use the same example for multiple things, if it is the best fit for those.

Computer literate = learning IT at school, current job, volunteering to help teach elderly people use emails.

Customer service = bar/shop work, volunteering with scouts

Fast paced environment = bar/shop work, doing theatre tech at school, being on a sports team

Changing priorities = looking after your siblings/cousins, a project you worked on at college, bar/shop work

Organisation = scheduling your work/school/extracurriculars, current job,

Field specific systems/knowledge

Right I'm posting this now, but I will try to write the next part soon.

[youdonthavetocallmedarlinnn]

Growing up is so weird. Yes, I'm 35, and I still say I'm growing up. I feel like that's literally what life is, and when I say I aspire to be like someone I admire when I grow up, then that is literally what I mean. I'm growing up literally as I type this and it's kind of fucking amazing. I am always in search of ways to absorb as much as I can about the things I care about and I'm always trying to figure out how to break away from the coping mechanisms I learned when I was young because that's one of the biggest parts of growing up as an adult. I feel bad for the people who are always in a rush to have it all figured out right now.

I truly believe that life was never meant for us to get it all figured out right now. If you're 25 and upset you're not married with a white picket fence and 3 perfect symmetrical children or promoted to the high up position at a company you just started working at a year ago or anything else that you're doing to hide from the actual work everyone of us should be doing.

Stop trying to race to the end of the story. It's your story, and you're skipping ahead and missing the key moments in your life. Success is not measured by some fucked up belief that you're supposed to be best you can be right now. That leaves so little room for growth. This entire world came to be because of evolution and evolution is a painful and long process. Success isn't based on having it all right now. Success is based on whether or not you are choosing to evolve instead of saying, "That's just the way I am" or "This is how I was raised" or believing that being miserable is okay with you because you fear change.

Change is scary, but it's also exciting and completely necessary. We can all choose to leave old mentalities behind. We're allowed to change our minds about anything we choose, and we are most certainly allowed to continue to learn from our mistakes. If you're down on your luck or feel trapped in your own life, then you need to start asking yourselves the right questions. Instead of saying "why is this always happening to me" or "I guess I deserve this horrible thing that happened to me" or the worst of all: Believing that being an adult means you can't change a bad situation you're in or an ongoing negative cycle you continue to engage in because somewhere along the way society told you that being adult equalled being miserable and this is your lot in life then please hear me out. We all have the capacity to change our situations, our poor habits, and coping skills we only learned while engaging in survival mode. This is not some big huge moment that takes place, and poof all of the sudden, your life is everything you dreamed. Sorry, I wish it was, but change happens when and ONLY WHEN we decide we MUST change. Time will go on and one day you'll turn around and realize you're happy, or life is going really well, and all you had to do was realize the only person responsible for your experience is yourself.

Take responsibility for your own life, stop comparing it to all the other dicks on social media, and do something different. Your situation or whatever it is will eventually get better but not by some fake movie grand gesture. It's a culmination of a lot of really small moments that you can miss and rushing to the end of your story without gratitude for what you actually have in this life is not living. It's not engaging, and it's definitely not showing up to your own life. That is hurtful behavior to not only yourself but the people around you that count on you.

Do a deep dive, figure out your thing, consult experts or literature if needed, and start openly talking about the things that matter to you without apology .It's your story, and you have the power to choose the right ending for yourself.

[bitdemonic]

heyyyy 🫶🏾 can i have some information about my guides please? literally anything they give you 🤲🏾

hiiii😇 ty for participating, i hope this reading helps or resonates mwah

nine of swords. six of pentacles. seven of swords. the chariot. illumination.

info on your guides are that they’re intense, mainly demanding and strict. spiritual guides aren’t “mean” imo, but they can be authoritative and have disciplinary tendencies; karma being brought upon you or lessons that include pain and heartbreak. not ruthless, but apparent enough that you’re made aware of the circumstances. it’s their way of preparing you for the world, or for toughening your skin before your “adult” transition (if you’re an adult then this is learning growth and maturity before a big change; either transformative or environmental). their presence feels surrounding, enclosing so much that it could be suffocating—your guides are very intense lmao. their closeness could result in your paranoia; someone's eyes are watching your every move but you don't know how because they aren't visible, at least not in the 3D. there have been (or will be) major decisions made in your life and i can see the response after; overwhelm or underwhelm depending on the significance of the situation, both caused by your guides because they're the decision makers lmao. a lot of what's been brought upon you (not negative) has been because your free will is fairly limited. "specific path," just came in and that's typically the case when you're fated to achieve or do something in the time you're alive. daily routine seems scattered and life is more confusing than it needs to be--you were born to do something about it.

they're not all edge and seriousness though, most of the time they're comforting and sacred. "inevitable" and "leading" are two words that sum them up outside of being your teacher; they're literally around you even when they don't seem to be. long strides of someone's legs are coming in; your guides are confident in their direction and instruction, they're urging you towards destiny. i see that their idea of destiny is what makes you fulfilled and responsible; your reward will be contentment and success. it feels like you're aware of this but if not then you'll connect with them more often after this read. lmao funnily enough that's the inevitable part; you're meant to learn about your spiritual guides through research and readers so take this as a sign that you're on the right path. "it's a big thing." you're going to touch or create (be a part of) something that's very important for your spiritual journey and longterm outcome; i'm hearing "commitment." this can be a career change, a move across the country, even inner healing and shadow work—whichever is the most prominent to you in this moment will be the catalyst to a huge life event. "income." good luck and best wishes bae!

[quiveringdeer]

Attention Minors and folks under 25 tbh:

Yo, what's up. So we all know you can lie about the numbers in your profile--I did it before turning 18 and I'm sure many other now grown folks have to.

That said, I wanna drop some guidelines cause this has just been on my mind a bunch with the way all the big push of "do not interact" signs, blocking, and toxic purity culture resurgence of the past few years.

Please mind the do not interacts of folks I reblog and interact with content of

You've gotta be mindful of the differences between works of fiction and real life but also understand that the more of something you consume, the more it can impact the way you view the world

I post and reblog stuff that is often sexual as well as dark in nature. The intended audience are other adults mid 20s+. The reason I say this is because of research pertaining to the below statement.

Though the brain may be done growing in size, it does not finish developing and maturing until the mid- to late 20s. The front part of the brain, called the prefrontal cortex, is one of the last brain regions to mature. This area is responsible for skills like planning, prioritizing, and controlling impulses. Because these skills are still developing, teens are more likely to engage in risky behaviors without considering the potential results of their decisions.

Some of us are forced to grow up too fast--in a multitude of ways, as cliche and obnoxious as it sounds from an older person, don't be in a rush to grow up too soon. Especially when it comes to sexual things. You're gonna do whatever you're gonna do, but I encourage you to really use the time prior to your mid 20s -hell even beyond- to explore yourself, by yourself.

Gonna level with you I had my first real physically intimate experience with someone when I was 25 and still look back on it that I shoulda waited. I was caught up in "finally getting it over with" and honestly the hype isn't all that. (this may also be my probably aegosexuality havin ass at play here) --Point is, you got time!

Another thing that may make some roll their eyes--You probably think you're hella grown and mature for your age. And you may be right. But I assure you, as you get older you'll look back and realize there is and was, plenty of room left to grow and mature. This goes for 16 -> 18 -> 21 -> 25 -> 30 etc. I'm currently 31 and I can see a big difference in how I think and view the world and myself within it than I did even four years ago. And am constantly learning new things that alter my world view every day.

Digital stuff makes it easy to isolate yourself and for others to isolate you with them. Be mindful of the folks you let get close to you.

Opening up to folks online has always been easier for me, the internet really became big and accessible in the early 2000s when I was still a teen, I was really lucky my many dumb decisions didn't get me hurt physically or mentally. I can't emphasize being cautious and skeptic of people enough.

I'm not a health professional in any sense of the word but I am an educator who mainly works with younger folks and I just wanna be up front with yall. Ask box with anon is open. I'm not promising to be your shoulder to lean on or internet aunty but I do wanna be supportive in the capacity I have.

[adulting-help]

New Year, New Pinned Post

Hello! I'm Lankie, and this is my side blog for helping with adulting. Please feel free to submit ideas or asks if you have recommendations or specific topics you need help with.

Some things worth knowing:

First: a little about me

I'm queer and disabled. I have both physical disabilities (migraines and chronic pain) and mental (ADHD, PTSD, bipolar disorder, and generalized anxiety are the big ones).

I also have four cats, a spouse (who I often call just "Spouse" in online spaces), and a whole bunch of D&D characters I don't get to talk about as much as I'd like to. Which may mean another side blog just for D&D stuff in the future. And I live in the USA.

So, this blog is written from this specific perspective.

Second: why this blog exists

I have a bunch of friends for whom I am the "responsible adult" because the adults in their lives have failed them. Frankly, the adults in my life failed me as well, so I have had to figure out a lot of the "adulting" on my own. So, to help those friends (and others like us), I want to make a place where folks can go to find some advice on things that maybe they didn't learn growing up. Or, maybe, some things they learned that they don't like.

What do I mean "learned but don't like"? Say you learned that there was only one "correct way" to clean a kitchen, but that way never quite works for you. That's a thing you "learned but don't like." So, you need a new way to clean the kitchen.

Third: I am human, and I make mistakes

I will not always give the best advice that everyone can follow. I will do my best to give you the best advice I can as often as I can. I will try to make it as accessible as I can. But I cannot account for everything, as much as I may try.

Fourth: modify or ignore as you see fit

Please feel free to modify any of my suggestions to work better for you. Please feel free to ignore advice you don't need or don't feel you need.

[blue-jester]

Hello I am the Kalacto Supremacist.

May I please know more about her?

Of course! Entire backstory time...

Kala was born to a lower class family merchant family and had one brother, they didn't have much but they did have eachother and it was a very tight nit and close family.

And Kala at a young age, was always a fighting prodigy, even before she could summon her soul weapon [her bow] she'd practice with a wooden one all the time, her accuracy was scary even at that young age and she mastered many complicated tricks- she was also very good at playing the flute, which she seemed to enjoy more than practicing with her bow at times..

But the first big event in her life was when her family was visiting a more wild planet that the fectos there haven't completely domesticated yet, she and her brother were playing away from where their family were setting up shop and got attacked by a MASSIVE beast, that would rampage into the town, her brother lost a wing to it and many were injured, but young Kala managed to defeat that beast all on her own! Which impressed the Divai'kto Laufohkto who had just arrived to the scene, he congratulated the child and said that if she kept this up, one day she'll be welcomed into the concil of the divai'kto- the highest rank a fecto can achieve and basically the guys in charge.

Her family was ecstatic about this possibility, and so was everyone who's heard of the young girl's accomplishment- so much so that her future narrowed to one possible option that everyone wanted and expected of her.. Her family was poor, becoming a divai'kto.. She could raise them to nobility.. And never have to worry about food or money again.

So she'd train and train, eventually participating in an olympic style event against other warrior fectos when she turned into an adult and won, her prize? A place on the divai'kto council. What everyone she always wanted.

However when she joined and moved into the crystal palace.. It. Wasn't. All that great- everyone was so.. Fake. And despite all divai'kto being of the same level of importance politically she soon learned that everyone only followed what the eldest divai'kto [Laufohkto] said with no question. She was to protect the people of the prism galaxy.. But she couldn't- actually do anything, not that mattered.

So yes, her depression starts before getting indoctrinated into a cult, after all, she didn't want to be here in the first place.. But none the less, she upheld her responsibilities, did her work, everything she needed to. She was tired but- she still held out hope that she could change something eventually..

However news of a cult would eventually break out, one ran by a white endcoat that slaughtered without discrimination and sang hymns foretelling the end of all days by the wings of their darkest lord and god. This was an issue- because well. The cult was either killing people or growing, the leader wanting the location of the heart Void was sealed within, the thing the divai'kto were heavily tasked with defending by the ancient heroes.

Kalakto was chosen to seek out the leader, and return with his head.

However when she finally managed to track him down he.. Wasn't what she expected. A chillingly calm and deep voice spoke to her, spoke things she thought she never ever shared- he pray on her insecurities "aren't you tired of the stagnation? You don't want this I can tell.." however he was very adamant on the "fix" to everything was ending all life. Because there can be no suffering, no heartache or bad people without living.

He offered her a deal. They'd battle, is she won she could kill him, take his head back and get her praise and have NOTHING be changed, if he won... She had to join the EFIL cult.

She accepted the deal, sure she could beat him...

uh. Dark shit and gore below the cut

She did not. His psychic powers were simply too strong, too tricky.. He created another world within her viewing, disorienting and confusing her, it was a headache.. So after rifting around, she landed, clutching her head... That's when he stabbed her five times, once in the gut, in the legs and on the wings so she couldn't escape. He then picked her up, and dragged her to the cult, healing her when they'd return.

Her time in the cult was.. Blurry. She found her memory to be getting worse and worse.. She started forgetting her family, friends- anything she did remember was anything bad, or wrong with her life, any minor argument between her and her blurry family was blown out of purportion- and she would never be able to remember it otherwise. It was real. That was what really happened.. Right?

She was tired. She was so, so, tired. Every second of every day started feeling like a million years, anytime she would sleep she'd awake just as tired..

All of this, was Abbadon's doing. His psychic abilities are unmatched, scary. But Kalakto would never be able to tell it was him, him speaking to her within her mind, influencing her thoughts...

He was ACTUALLY the best thing that's ever happened to her, he was so kind to her! He may seem.. Scary, or cruel but he's good under all that, promise! Right? He loved her so much.. Right? She didn't want to ever do anything to displease him, not after everything GOOD he's done for her! :D [strangling him strangling him strangling him]

She became Abbadon's puppet. She'd do anything and everything he said and she was his most powerful cult member, he made her fight his battles for him, always close by his side.. Her eyes, they no longer shone that love for life. She wanted to die. She was tired and fully believed in the message of the cult now. Abbadon's perfect little puppet.

Eventually, when the end was finally near and they'd found the heart of Void, Abbadon allowed for a few more years of living, deciding that he'd most likely die when they summoned forth the dark lord, so he and Kalakto would have an heir.

They had two but.. One of the twins didn't make it. Only Elfilis did [name meaning "life ender" in fectan].

Kalakto had postpartum depression and struggled even looking at her child, which was a good thing for Abbadon because he would never let anyone- not even their mother, hold or speak to his child- HIS heir- HIS puppet.

Anyways, when the heir had turned five Abbadon would finally free Void Termina, and bring about the end of this dimension, rifting Elfilis out of there and into another part of space near Halcandra.

Kalakto closed her eyes, finally happy she'd never have to open them again.