#best wishes for the chemo

[cloverhighfive]

lemme bombard you with a selection of mines, short stuff, fluff stuff

Pineapple and Pizza - 8.6k/8 chapters - fluff meet cute - office AU - Castiel falls for the new I.T. guy at the office happy hour the moment he walks into the pub. Then they TRY to get their relationship to the next (sexy) step. They TRY.

Comfort and Love - 500w - domestic mature fluff/comfort -  Dean takes care of his working nurse boyfriend while in quarantine for COVID-19.

Honey - 656w - so fluffy - Dean realizes he’s in love with Cas.

Quarantine Roomies - 2k - domestic fluff - college AU - Dean moves in with his friend Cas for to wait out the pandemic.

The Beekeeper - 1.2k - fluff - meet-cute - Dean stops by the road to sleep and wakes up to a swarm of bees on his car. A hot beekeeper helps him.

The Mixtape - 500w - fluff - What happened when Dean gave Cas the mixtape.

Sneaking Out - 880w - fluff, bickering, pray4sam -  Dean can't sleep without Castiel. Sam is right there in the room.

Blooming Late in Early Spring - 2k - light angst, fluff, first kiss, post-canon - Cas keeps leaving for a few days and coming back and Dean finally asks him to stay.

Cosy Destiel fics needed!

I'm heading up to London tomorrow to start my chemo. Which will be a long day of sitting in waiting rooms and being prodded and having to sign forms I don't want to read, let alone put my name on...

Anyway! Please could all you lovely Destiel fans recommend me some nice stories to keep my mind in a happy place? Cosiness would be good and non life-threatening hurt/comfort including blankets, soup, other assorted tasty foodstuffs! Kidfics too maybe? I don't mind naughty bits, but cosiness is my main aim, like building a blanket fort of stories to defend myself against real life.

I would really, really appreciate your recommendations - thank you!

Here are my cosy-cottage retired Dean and Cas - I must draw more of them when I get a chance!

[sanremengoni]

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[causalityparadoxes]

people acting like its some terrible shame that anyone was speculating about Kate Middleton's whereabouts now we know its cancer. Oh shame for ever making fun of shitty photoshop jobs, don't you know she has cancer??

Nah mate. She married into a rich and powerful family thats been leeching of the British public and wider world for decades, centuries even. She is going to be given top treatment, probably at the expense of others. Hell despite the cock up they kept her out of the public eye for months so that's not a big stress either.

I'm sure it sucks for her and her rich spawn. I might even say I feel bad for the younger kids. I dont wish cancer on anyone but Charles etc, etc.

But lets not act like she's some poor single mother waiting on the NHS. Struggling on benefits or struggling to work while on chemo. Trying to feed her kids during cost of living crisis. Trying to just find time to be with them.

Kate has all the money in the world, her kids are in top schools with lots of rich relatives. They could easily be taken out of school and taught by top tutors to be more flexible with her health. She will likely be fine. And even if she isn't? She'll have had the best chance out of anyone. She would have the most comfort possible and people around her until the end.

So no. I literally do not care. I have no guilt or grief over memeing the every loving fuck out of a PR cockup by a bunch of royal leeches. To act like I should is absolute bollocks.

[icarusredwings]

Soup

Thinking about Logan coming home to find Wade resting against Althea, who is trying her best to knit something. He notices there's a trash can near him. He's wearing a knitted chemo cap and mittens, one with two thumb holes. He's curled up with his feet on the couch, tucked into the cushion, shivering softly, but it's 75 Fahrenheit.

"Shh! You step like a hippopotamus, Howlie. You'll wake him." Carly is in the kitchen making some "Super" soup with all sorts of vegetables and "healthy fats".

Taking off his boots, he puts them away. "As comfy as he looks," he says sarcastically "I think i'll take'm." He mutters, Picking him up, shushing him when he startles, taking him to build a nest of warmth around him.

With all of the blankets on top of him, the heater on, and a comfy wolvie to lay on, Wade stops shivering. His skin is burning up, pressing his cheek against Logan's cool chest. He whispers to him a pathetic thank you before whining something about wishing they'd "stop killing who ever keeps curing cancer already"

It makes Logan chuckle. Wade smiles. "Still got it.." he whispers, letting himself fall into a deep, warm comatose state of regeneration.

Well.. that is until Carly forces a spoonful of stock down his throat and both he and Logan are startled. Wade because hot soup was just poured down his throat, and logan because Wade's coughing fit spooked him into sitting up.

"Boot what are you doing!?"

"He needs to eat!"

"You senile old coot! That's hot! And you cant just make someone eat in their sleep, theyll choke!"

"Oh please! Ive seen what he chokes on! The spoon is no where near that size!" She says, and suddenly Logan is beat red, confused, and wondering why in the hell this woman spoke so casually about his dick. Wade is giggling, adoring the antics of the two, now graciously accepting the bowl.

He pats Logan's back as she leaves. "There there.."

"What is wrong with her?!" He groans, behaving like a teen who's mom just told their crush about wiping their son's butt as a baby.

Wade shrugs. "You attract weirdos, Wolvie."

He glares. "Yeah... I know.."

"Hey, that's not fair. I have cancer."

"You're still a fucking weirdo." He grumbles, laying back down.

"Am I your weirdo?" He asks, drinking another spoonful of the- surprisingly- good soup.

Logan sighs. "Unfortunately.."

"Aw" Wade giggles, feeding him a spoonful too.

[ironymo]

I just finished the show, and the ending makes Hilson canon, imo so I'm happy with the ending 🥰

medical malpractice? not to me. not if it’s you.

[shakespeareanwannabe]

As You Wish, Chapter 9

Summary: When arriving at Camp Silver Star, Abby Floyd was anticipating a summer of adventure with an ocean separating her from the three people she loved most: her mom, her Uncle Bob and her Aunt Natasha. But after a run in with Charlie Seresin, an extremely familiar looking and irritating camper in a different cabin, her summer plans take a turn that neither girl ever could have expected.

Trigger Warnings: reader's children are described as being blond with green eyes because genetics are wild and Jake's genes are strong, reader is canonically Bob's sister (but biological relation is never discussed), reader goes by Buttercup and is tattooed, poor military references, references to cancer and chemotherapy, cursing, preteen shenanigans, anxiety

32nd Street Naval Station, 13 years ago

Jake’s gulp was the only movement he made as he lined up amongst the other aviators and sailors, on solid ground again for the first time in six months. It was sweltering hot in San Diego and even the lightweight material of his khaki uniform did nothing to prevent the sweat from dripping down his neck. All he wanted was to get changed into some shorts and a t-shirt and grab a beer at the Hard Deck, knowing he would be reuniting with the other members of Dagger Squad after half a year away.

He, Javy, Bob and Phoenix had been deployed together, thank god, but he was anxious to see everyone else, a thought that would have rocked him back on his heels even a year ago. He still wasn’t known as the greatest team player they had, but he had surprised even himself when he had bonded with the other aviators he was stationed at Top Gun with. Payback’s wife had been expecting when they left, Fanboy’s mom going through chemo, while Rooster was left to run training simulations with Maverick, and Jake wanted to hear about all of it.

Yet, he was left standing in formation as those around him started to disperse, their family members and friends tapping them out. Jake allowed himself a little sigh as he saw people searching left and right for their loved ones. Once upon a time, his parents would have made the journey out to release him from his duties, but they were older and more hesitant to fly now. He knew his grandfather would have made the trip from Texas, but he hadn’t even mentioned it to the man. Jake straightened his shoulders. Hopefully, Javy’s mama had made the trip. Auntie Thea loved Jake almost as much as he loved her, and he knew that she would tap him out if she saw him standing there.

His shoulders almost drooped when Stella, the tattoo artist Javy had been seeing for a few weeks before deployment, approached and nearly tackled his best friend. Shit. There went that plan. Natasha’s sister had already tapped her out, the two of them smiling back at him teasingly as they strolled away, leaving Jake and Bob standing there amongst the other crewmen who hadn’t been found by their loved ones. While it wasn’t necessarily a big deal, and while he knew that Nat would feel like shit and apologize if she found out he was the last one standing there on the tarmac, a heavy weight settled over his heart. There was nothing more disheartening than to realize you had nobody to welcome you home after six months at sea.

“Bobby!”

Jake almost winced. Even shy, quiet Bob Floyd had someone there who cared about him. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the woman—the beautiful woman, too beautiful for Baby On Board Floyd to be able to pull—hugged the WSO tightly, officially releasing him from his duties.

“Hey kiddo,” he heard Bob say softly, hugging the woman gently. “How’ve you been?”

“Excited to have finally finished my masters,” she shrugged. “And looking forward to getting to spend some time with my big brother before diving into the post-grad job search. So, how was it? I know you can’t tell me much, but how was it?”

Bob chuckled softly. “Let’s just say, I’m glad to be home.”

“I’m glad you’re back too,” she replied, giving him a slight nudge as he bent to pick up his gear. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?”

“I think the squad is planning on getting drinks tonight at the Hard Deck,” he offered as he shuffled his bag onto his shoulder. “They’re probably already there. Well, most of them, anyway.”

“Why most of them?” she asked as they slowly started to walk away. “Did some of your other friends get deployed too?”

Bob shook his head as they passed in front of Jake, lowering his voice. “I don’t think so. Some of us are still waiting to get tapped out, though.” Bob shot Jake an apologetic glance, and his friend followed his gaze.

“Is he one of your friends?” she asked quietly. Jake’s eyes strained against the sunlight as he stared dead ahead, trying to look as nonchalant as possible as the tarmac grew more and more empty.

“I guess you could say that,” Bob murmured. “That’s Hangman.”

“Ohhh…” Jake could almost imagine the dawning of realization on the woman’s face as she remembered the less than flattering stories Bob had undoubtedly shared with her. “I’ll be right back.”

Jake blinked as the woman appeared right in front of him, smiling softly. “Do you not have anyone to tap you out, Hangman?” she asked quietly, eyes soft and bright. Jake couldn’t bring himself to look away. “Oh right, you’re not supposed to break formation or talk or anything until you’re tapped out, right?” She placed a warm hand on Jake’s shoulder, and he allowed himself to relax. “There. That’s better.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” he murmured, bending to grab his bag.

Bob stepped closer. “Hangman, this is my sister.”

She rolled her eyes and offered him her hand, stating her name with a smile. “I’m pretty sure introducing me as his sister was supposed to be some sort of warning for you not to mess with me,” she whispered slyly to him, sticking her tongue out at her brother as he sighed.

“I would never, ma’am,” he smirked over at Bob and lowered his head over her hand, kissing the warm, silky skin softly.

“I already regret everything,” Bob muttered as the three started walking towards the parking lot.

She grinned at him, and Jake felt something inside himself stir. It wasn’t often that the mere sight of a pretty smile gave him that feeling in his chest, but something about Bob Floyd’s sister smiling at him made his heart feel like he had just run back-to-back marathons.

“So, Hangman, do you have a ride to this Hard Deck place?” she asked as they approached a rental convertible.

He found himself smiling back at her. Not his signature smirk or his flirty grin, but an actual Seresin Smile. “No, ma’am, I don’t. And please, call me Jake.”

“Jake…” the sound of his name on her lips made something in his brain short out, and he found himself wanting to get to know everything he could about this woman beside him.

The dopey smile on his face must have given him away because Bob groaned again. “I really regret everything.”

Hotel Zaza, Downtown Austin, Texas, Now

The days after their Zoom call had been hectic, to say the least. Bob had been able to coordinate flights that would put them in Austin Friday night, so they could be ready for their meeting on Saturday afternoon. Rooster had kept in contact with Natasha and given her the name of the hotel that Savannah had insisted they stay at, because it was her number one choice for a wedding venue. Buttercup’s agent had been able to get them adjoining rooms in the hotel, pulling the ‘fairly famous and well-off author’ card when the hotel had balked at the last-minute reservation.

Charlie was immensely grateful for her aunt and uncle organizing their trip, because she had spent the days between the call and the flight getting to know her mother, as Charlie this time, not as Abby. It was even more wonderful than getting to know her the first time, and she felt a bit silly about her fears that her mother wouldn’t love her if she wasn’t Abby. If anything, Buttercup’s adoration for her had only grown once Charlie had started acting more like herself. They had spent the whole flight to Texas chatting and giggling, watching old movies and sharing stories about their lives. By the time they disembarked in Texas, Charlie felt even closer to her mother than she had before.

Now, however, she was seeing a brand-new side to her mother, one that she wasn’t even sure Abby had seen before.

Buttercup’s hands were folded tightly under her chin as she surveyed the contents of her suitcase, her weight was shifting back and forth, and her breath was coming in short gasps.

“I-I don’t see why it matters what I wear, Nat,” she murmured, her wide eyes scanning over the clothes that had been neatly tucked into her rose gold case. “It’s just my ex-husband, his new fiancée, and my daughter.”

“Because it’s your ex-husband,” Nat replied with an eye roll. “Pull a Princess Di and revenge dress the shit out of him!”

“Language,” Buttercup murmured, though there was no real heat behind the warning. “It doesn’t matter anyway, Nat.”

“Then why’re you shaking in your boots?”

Buttercup backed up and slumped into one of the armchairs in the suite. The room was sheer opulence, large and clean and beautiful in a way that Charlie had never seen before. She had to hand it to her, Savannah sure knew how to pick her potential venues.

“Because I haven’t seen him for over a decade and he stopped answering my calls about the custody arrangement and now he’s getting married to someone who is arguably way too young for him and here I am, still single and unable to recognize that our daughters swapped places!”

Natasha sighed, but Charlie stepped in front of her mother before her aunt could say anything. “It’s going to be okay, mom,” she said. “Abby and I will be there, and so will Uncle Bob and Auntie Nat, and Uncle Roo and Uncle Javy.”

Buttercup chuckled tearily. “Look at you, Charlie. Talking me down.” She sniffled. “I’m sorry, honey. I need to pull myself together. You don’t need to be parenting me.”

Charlie giggled. “I’m not. I’m just telling you what you told me when I was freaking out about the lecture I’m probably gonna get from Dad.”

Buttercup giggled and pulled Charlie into a hug. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, mom,” Charlie pulled away. “Why don’t you pick something that makes you feel good to wear? That way you feel confident when you see dad again?”

Buttercup grinned. “I like the way you think, honey.”

Standing up, Buttercup moved to her suitcase and dug around, eventually pulling out a lacy green dress with a gold chain belt.

“I wore this to my first book signing,” Buttercup grinned. “Forest Windows won a Women’s Prize for Fiction that year, and I’ve considered it my lucky dress ever since.”

“I think it’s perfect,” Charlie smiled.

Nat grinned. “It’s no LBD, but you look hot in it, and that’s all that matters.”

Buttercup rolled her eyes and stepped into the bathroom. “Thanks, Nat. I’m going to shower and get dressed. Did your father text you to say that he had arrived yet?”

Charlie shook her head. “No…he didn’t. I’ll check in with Abby and see what their ETA is.”

“Sounds good,” Buttercup smiled, the tug of her lips still strained but not as stressed. “I’ll be out in a bit.”

Once the door had clicked shut and they could hear the water running, Natasha turned on her.

“Your dad still has no idea, right?”

Charlie nodded quickly. “Abby, Javy, and Rooster have kept him and Savannah in the dark. Dad still thinks he’s with me, and he has no idea that we’re waiting for him here.”

Natasha nodded grimly. “Your mom’s gonna be in there for a bit, hyping herself up. What’s Abby’s ETA?”

“They’re five minutes out,” Charlie confirmed, checking her phone again to check Abby’s shared location.

“Okay. You go down and meet up with Abby, away from where your dad can see you, okay?”

Charlie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I know, Auntie Nat. That was my part of the plan.”

Natasha playfully shuddered. “You’ve got so much of Hangman’s attitude in you, it’s spooky sometimes. I’ll go let your uncle know to keep your mom occupied in the room until we give him the signal, then I’ll head down and be ready to run interference if I have to. Ready?”

Charlie’s heart leapt. “Ready.”

“…and then we have a meeting with the florist at 4 pm, and they’re a high-class place, so no mucky cowboy boots and jeans, okay, Jakey?”

Abby held back her gag as Savannah droned on about her wedding itinerary. She had been talking about it since they left the ranch over 3 hours ago. What should have been a 2-hour drive at most had stretched on because Savannah had to keep getting out and taking pictures to ‘document the experience’, and each time, Abby had to control her eye roll. It wasn’t worth it, and, besides, there were three things keeping her Zen.

1. She’d promised her dad that she would try to be accepting of Savannah. As upset as she and Charlie were about how he had handled things, and as much as Savannah turned her stomach, she wanted her dad to be happy, so she had agreed to grin and bear it for the duration of the visit.

2. Rooster and Javy were there, and while Rooster might have fallen asleep within minutes of hitting the road, Javy was awake and keeping her entertained with dramatic eye rolls and faux gagging every time Savannah opened her mouth. She wasn’t sure if her father had caught on to their antics or not, but Abby was sure having a good time.

And, most importantly, 3. Her family was waiting for them at the hotel. She would finally get to hug her mother and tease her aunt and uncle about all the stories Javy and Rooster had filled her in on.

Jake sighed and pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. “Yes, Savannah. I promise I will be dressed appropriately.”

“Thank you, sugar,” Savannah flounced and exited the car, leaving her two suitcases for her fiancé to unload.

“Dude, I—”

“I know what you’re about to say, Coyote, but don’t. Okay? Just…don’t start.”

Rooster yawned and sat up. “Sure, Hangman. Whatever you say. C’mon, kid. Let’s let your dad and Javy deal with the suitcases while we go check out the pool.”

“Is that okay, dad?”

Jake smiled tiredly and waved his hand at them. “Yeah, you two go have fun. I’ll catch you for dinner, which we are having with Savannah’s parents, okay?”

Abby smiled through her held back groan. “You got it, dad. See you in a bit!”

Grabbing Rooster’s hand, Abby practically dragged him through the lobby and into the elevator.

“Abby says they’re in room 513,” she said excitedly, and watched as her uncle jabbed the round elevator button with an elegant 5 painted on it.

“Are you sure Javy will be able to keep it together?” he asked her as the glass elevator sped upwards. “Dude’s been acting jumpy since we left.”

“He wouldn’t dare tell dad anything! He was trained just the same as you were, Uncle Roo. I’m sure he can keep it together for a little longer.”

The elevator came to a rest on the fifth floor and Abby practically sprinted through the slowly opening doors, hanging a right and skidding to a stop at room 513.

“Here goes!” Abby chirped as she knocked on the door. Her heart leapt as the door creaked open, revealing Bob, his phone pressed to his ear.

He smiled brightly when he saw her, and held up a long finger. “Yeah…yeah, I’ll call you back when I can, okay? Okay…me too. Bye.” He tapped the red button and crouched, Abby falling into his arms. “Hey kiddo.”

Abby’s chest expanded as she clutched her uncle. “Uncle Bob, I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too, kiddo.”

He stood, Abby still hanging onto his neck as he nodded over her shoulder at Rooster.

“Bradshaw.”

Rooster nodded back. “How’s it going, Bob? Where’s Nat and Charlie?”

“Downstairs, keeping a lookout for you.”

Rooster nodded as Bob finally put Abby down and reached out to shake his hand.

“We must’ve just missed ‘em,” Rooster mused, watching Abby as she ducked around Bob to glance around the room.

“Where’s Mum?”

“She’s in the adjoining room, kiddo. She might be having a bit of a panic attack right now, but I’m sure the sight of you will calm her down.”

Abby grinned up at the two men and bolted over to the door, tearing it open with a loud call of “Mum! It’s me!”

Bob chuckled as Rooster shook his head. “And I thought Charlie was high energy.”

Bob nodded as he pocketed his phone. “She is. I guess they both are.”

Rooster nodded and leaned back against the closed door, a heavy silence weighing over the two men. Once upon a time, they had been friends, allies, partners. Now, they were little more than strangers, two people roped into a scheme by two preteens.

“So, Nat’s downstairs?”

Bob nodded. “She and Charlie are trying to find a way to separate Hangman from this fiancée of his. Is she really as bad as Abby is making it out to be?”

Rooster shuddered. “Remember all the girls who would hang around the Hard Deck and try to flirt with anyone in a uniform?”

Bob nodded gravely, his skin crawling at the memory. “I do.”

“Savannah is about twenty times worse than that. Javy can’t stand her either.”

Bob blinked. “Is Javy downstairs too?”

Rooster nodded. “Yeah, why?”

“Do you think it’s a good idea to have him and Nat bump into each other downstairs?”

Rooster’s eyes widened, but, before he could speak, Abby raced back into the room. “Uncle Bob, Mum’s not in there.”

Bob blinked again. “Are you sure?”

Abby rolled her eyes. “Of course I’m sure, Uncle Bob.”

Bob’s cellphone was back in his hand, pressed to his ear after a quick dial. “Yeah, it’s me. Where are you? I thought you were still getting ready?...Really? Buttercup—” Bob pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it. “She hung up on me.”

“What did she say?”

“She went to go get a steamer from the lobby for her dress. She didn’t want to wear something wrinkled.”

“And she couldn’t have gotten someone to deliver it to the room?”

Bob shrugged at Rooster’s question. “She probably needed some air.”

It was Abby’s turn to dig her phone out of her pocket and dial. “Charlie? Yes, we’re here with Uncle Bob, but Mum is heading down to the lobby right now! You and Auntie Nat need to run interference!”

A/N: Oooh, a cliffhanger! Maybe I'll be able to get the next chapter done in one week instead of two. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

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[brf-rumortrackinganon]

When Catherine wss transitioning to become an official member of the royal family, was it also as messy as Meghan's? I wasn't an observer but perhaps there could be some similarities?

Nope.

#1 - Kate's transition was much, much longer. Her training most likely began in 2008 after she and William got back together and it continued all the way through very early 2012. (I'm using the announcement of Kate's first patronages and charities to mark her "training wheels" coming off.) This is on top of the "access" she had for the 4-5 years pre-breakup. So all in all, Kate's transition was at least 4 years somewhat officially, then another 4 years somewhat informally and situationally - so about 8 years altogether for Kate to become an official member.

So compare Kate's 8ish-year transition to Meghan's whirlwind 13-month transition (Meghan's move to England/engagement in Nov 2017 to the announcement of her first patronages): Kate had a ton more time to understand what she was getting into and she could take her time learning, acclimating, and managing expectations (everyone else's and her own).

On top of that, Kate has never reached full-time official status. She was supposed to "upgrade" in September 2017 (as announced in January 2017) but then best laid plans - new baby, pandemic, major illness, chemo. So some may suggest that Kate is still in transition. So that's another 11+ years to transition to an official full-time status.

(Also on that note, Plant's theory was that Kate began her 'Princess of Wales' transition in Fall 2018 after returning from maternity leave, when her coatdresses became more formal and kicked it into high gear/made it noticeable in Summer 2019 with longer dress hemlines and more polished, professional looks. With what we know now, the family may have begun their Queen-to-King transition in 2017 so Plant really may have been on to something.)

Meanwhile, Meghan expected immediately to become a full-time working royal because Harry was also full-time working royal, having transitioned to "full time" after leaving the Army. She quit Suits for this, after all. But again, best laid plans - Meghan immediately got pregnant, and then she burned out after 72 days of part-time status.

To me, this proves that William and Kate's plan of "slow and steady" has been incredibly successful. But it is incredibly glacial and in the immortal words of Miranda Priestly:

IMO, both William and Kate could stand to pick up the place a little. Let's break 120 engagements on the royal calendar when Kate is back up to full performance.

Anyway, getting off track here.

#2, Meghan's transition was messy because it also played out in PR and social media, and often at her own hand.

Kate's transition largely happened behind closed doors and away from the public eye. Kate certainly wasn't leaking anything to the press about meeting certain family members or planning what kind of work she'd do. It wasn't even officially confirmed that Kate met The Queen until William spoke about it in the engagement interview, while Meghan was leaking to her sources that she was meeting William as early as November 2016.

That's not to say Kate didn't have her messy moments. I'm sure she did, but they likely played out more privately. In fact, the only "messy" moments I can think of from before Kate married in are:

Carole chewing gum at William's passing-out ceremony. (The papers were horrified because how dare someone chew gum while existing in the same space as The Queen. It wasn't like they were having a personal audience.)

The having fun/going out dancing/drinking nights out with William and/or Pippa.

Leaked comments attributed to The Queen that she wished Kate would do something more productive with her time.

Mean girl rumors of Kate and Pippa vs Beatrice and Eugenie.

And the last one, I don't even know if it's real - Kate received "training" from the BRF on how to get in and out of cars around photographers. (I don't know if it's real because on the one hand, it's the only scene I remember from the Lifetime 'William & Kate' movie but on the other hand, this would've been back in the mid/late '00s when paparazzi were notorious for upskirt photos of young female celebs getting out of cars.)

Others who were around back in those very early days for Kate might have other info/insight.

But bottom line, it was a very different world social media-wise and traditional media wise in Kate's day vs when Meghan came around so that also must be taken into consideration when looking how both women prepared for marrying in, in addition to their own personalities and the position(s) they were marrying into.

[lotusmi]

SUCCESS STORY .

hey lotusmi. im here to share my big success story. in 2023 my mom got diagnosed with cancer. they first made a scan through her body and found something that they couldn’t recognize. the doctors weren’t sure first if it was cancer or not and she got into a small operation. it was my moms first operation and since she never dealt with that it was really difficult. the doctors said that she got ovarian cancer and then they made a second one within a week and basically cut her open, to see if the cancer already effected her completely body. they removed her uterus completely and she stayed in the hospital for 2 weeks.

my mom cried everyday after she came from the hospital and began to lose her hair. it was a completely mess since in that time i was making my graduation. i tried everything to help her or to make her feel better. one day i came through loa and it saved my moms life.

i began to say in my head affirmations like, " the cancer is already gone . " or " the chemotherapy is working perfectly fine . " 5-6 weeks ago she had her last chemo. i was praying for her until my mom got the test results and guess what ? THE CANCER IS GONE. i got a call in school and broke down crying. not because she got rid of it but also that what i did worked. since she got rid of the cancer, my mom is doing perfect. thank you for everything. i owe you something.

- S 🤍 (english is not my first language)

Success storrryy!! 🥺🥺omgg

Your english is perfect, S 🤍! Thank you so much for sharing this with us. I am so happy for you and your mother, I know how hard it is when someone next to us suffer with cancer, I know you both are strong and you both deserve the best things in the world. I can feel how you are happy and this makes my heart so warm! I don't know how did I helped you, but if I did, it was nothing compared with your own persistence and decision, you are the creator 💗I wish you the best, I hope your life is filled with blessings! I am so pround of you, congrats! <3

[bedoballoons]

Omggggggg

ok but I have another one! And yes I am obsessed with demon slayer. so Tokito muichiro inspired x (angry bois also albedo and the dadd- like zhongli and Al-haithim.

so muichiro has Memory loss due to young tramaaaa, anemo vision fits best, has very baggy cloths to help with is battle technique, in his 7 form can literally turn into air, to quite but he is super fast. And ya. Ohh Also when we remember our past(tokitos brother was murdered plus his parents) I just want confurttt.

I only have one he because when I was around 1-3 l don’t remember I was diagnosed with eye cancer I things. We caught it early and we could either do chemo(which could’ve killed me) or remove the eye intirely so we did that. There’s more to the story but I’m so tired right now .

Oh my gosh! I'm so glad you're okay! It sounds like it was a scary situation but you pulled through and now you have a pretty unique quirk about you! I hope you know that's really awesome <3

YAY okay I'm so excited for this request! Sorry it's been awhile since I've answered! I do have a question though! Do you think because he turns into air and Venti is the anemo archon, he could control him in that form?!?!?

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Tokito Muichiro like reader~༺}

CW: Reader has past trauma and memory loss, slight angst but mostly comfort and fluff! Some of these are extremely long and I apologize, I just got really into writing them...

(Includes: Zhongli, Albedo, Alhaitham, and Wanderer!)

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𑁍༄Zhongli:

You sighed quietly, your head aching as memories swirled around your mind like a messy swamp...nothing making sense and yet...you were still trying to put the puzzle together. You just wanted to know...even if it would hurt, you had to know what happened in your past...

"You know, there are better ways to go about recovering your memories, as someone with a long history who remembers many things from very different time periods, I might be able to shed some light on the subject." You looked up to see Zhongli walking towards you, his voice as calm and collected as always...comforting in some ways.

You bit your lip, it seemed embarrassing to ask for help from someone else, but you'd run out of options...so it only seemed reasonable, "Please... help me." The tall man smiled at you, his eyes filled with kindness as he sat down beside you, looking up at the sky. "First of all you should take time to clear your thoughts, take a deep breath and then exhale...relieve yourself of all the unimportant thoughts clouding the memories you want to recover."

You did as he said, taking in a deep breath...and then slowly letting it out, even if it seemed a bit strange to you...it actually did help you feel slightly better. "Very good, now I want you to think about the snippets you do remember, concentrate on the little things, tiny details one wouldn't usually focus on..but don't frustrate yourself, getting overwhelmed won't do you any favours."

You nodded, closing your eyes and recalling your few memories as best as you could...the scent of the air...the sounds...even down to the smallest shred of movement...and just like that, it came back to you. The images of your brother...your parents, all of it playing over and over while you tried to stop it, but it was like you were trapped in your own memories, screaming for help.

And then, nothing...you were back in Liyue...Zhongli holding you in his arms while you stared blankly at him..."Are you alright?" He asked, but you didn't even have it in you to answer...the suddenness of what just happened leaving you silent with shock. He seemed to notice this, kissing your head softly and rubbing your back, perhaps it would be better to not remember all at once...

𑁍༄Albedo:

Albedo gently touched your vision, the soft teal glow of it very familiar to him...beautiful and inviting, but earned from such sorrow and loss. A loss he wished could have been reversed...while you on the other hand, weren't focused on the vision or its meaning, you were far more concerned with perfecting your fighting style. "Albedo?" You looked at him curiously...he seemed so interested in your vision, but he'd seen many of the course of his lifetime...why was yours so captivating?

"Oh apologies love, I was just thinking about something. Back to the topic at hand, I've given your clothes a bit more of a baggy design, making sure to leave lots of room for movement and airflow. Please let me know if anything is uncomfortable, I'll make adjustments to improve their quality." He handed you a stack of clothing, the material soft and comfy looking, but also durable...perfect.

You rushed into the empty room nearby and changed clothes, leaving your old ones behind before hurrying to the dummy you'd set up by the entrance. You practiced your fighting techniques, already impressed by Albedos work and also very aware that he was watching you closely...maybe...he was worried about you?

𑁍༄Alhaitham:

Alhaitham closed his book, looking up from his desk to check on you...and noticing the bags under your eyes, you'd been tossing and turning in your sleep all night...mumbling things about death. You had him very worried, and that was saying something because he truthfully didn't concern himself with other people's issues unless they were incredibly serious, but your sleepless nights and difficult past...were starting to really impede your life, he just wanted to help.

He stood up from his chair, breaking your attention away from the plate of food you'd been poking at for a hour now and leaving you slightly confused, by now you'd gotten used to Alhaithams schedule and the one thing he never left out or cut short was his reading time...so why was he doing so? "Alhaitham, are you alright?" You asked, looking up at him slightly worried and running through different scenarios in your head, each one not really making enough sense to be considered a explanation.

"I'm perfectly fine, I'm more concerned with you. Would you like to take a nap together? You look exhausted and I can only assume you won't want to sleep alone because of your recent nightmare increase." Alhaitham held out his hand to you, gesturing towards the door as you tried to comprehend what he'd just said...he wanted to take a nap with you? "Oh...alright." You didn't really know a better way to answer as you accepted his hand and the two of you made your way to the large couch in the livingroom.

You crawled onto it first, watching as he left for a moment, only to return with your favourite blanket. Then he joined you on the sofa, sighing in content as you cuddled up to him and he covered you both up, in truth he was hoping this would help with not only your lack of sleep...but the nightmares themselves. He just wanted you to be okay.

𑁍༄Wanderer:

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Turning into air...was unlike anything else, exhilarating...calming...terrifying and apparently one of your most alluring qualities, well in Wanderers opinion anyway. Other than him most of the people in Sumeru considered this some type of witch craft, even though you carried a vision...they saw you as an outsider and whenever you attempted to take a trip to the city you get many stares.

Wanderer was the only one who found it beautiful, although to be honest he found everything about you beautiful and for some reason you were incredibly easy to talk to...to relate to. You'd share moments together where one of you would be caught up thinking about the things you couldn't change...forced to remember times you'd wish you could forget and then you'd comfort eachother, make the other feel better just by knowing what it was like.

"Heyyy get your head outta the clouds. The sooner we help her royal majesty the cabbage head, the sooner we can go home." Wanderer gently bonked your head, pulling you back into reality and making you smile, a very light blush colouring your cheeks.

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a nice day*⁠.⁠✧

[h2bakugou]

hello hello, old friends, fans and readers!

god its been AGES. hi im alive ish-we’ll touch on that in a minute, but hi!

i miss writing so much, so much has happened, and i wish i could say im coming back, but i truly dont see a future for this blog, as much as it means the world to me, it wouldnt feel right coming back when i havent watched mha in years.

for starters, i wanna say thank you for the continued love and appreciation of my works, i know they’re not the best, but they’re what i considered some of my best work, for the time being lol. im 21 now, and its crazy to think about how long ago it really feels to look back at this stuff. i still love writing, i still love to read, i havent written anything worth posting in my opinion but if i do, this blog will be the first to know about it!

onto the health side of things, tw for cancer

i was diagnosed with stage 4 hodgkin’s lymphoma around the end of 2023, and have been undergoing chemotherapy for the past few months. my last scheduled treatment is the beginning of april but things are looking good. im hoping to make a decent recovery or at least have hair by the end of this year. i truly truly want to write again when im done with chemo. i keep telling myself i need to write again, work has kicked back into full gear after taking three months off, which i thought would’ve been the perfect time to stage some sort of writing come back, but life has been so utterly utterly busy. i hate that even with every fibre of my being, most of my ideas trickle down and out of my brain before i can even write them down on a piece of paper or a sticky note.

i miss the connection that writing brought me with like-minded readers and artists, and enjoyers. i miss the bliss of publishing something that felt ready to be published. i miss it all, and im so so so looking forward to that breath of fresh air again when i can calm down and write something that truly feels worth reading. and again, i want all of you to be the first to know about it.

i sound a little silly im sure, i havent posted in ages, and i know this account lays dormant for the most part but i still think about it all the time. this account is truly something special and i hope it is for someone else out there too.

no matter what you face, or what you’re going through, you’re not alone. you are loved. take care of yourselves!!

i shall be plotting a return of some kind, for now one battle at a time, oh yeah and fuck cancer.

[joocomics]

Whrjekw it's been SO long since I've sent in a hard thought

tbf I was super busy and super sick, still at lol but first it was a cancer diagnosis (I only have one more chemo treatment then I should be free so wish me luck) now spring allergies??😭🙏

anyway I noticed you've been doing a lot of piwon smut and I can almost never find piwon smut so.. opinions on sub!jiung and bondage/overstim??🫢 I personally was never able to see jiung as a dom/hard!dom cuz he's just too cute

anyway live laugh love p1harmony I'm going to see them in concert in July cuz make a wish came in clutch💪 (btw I am 18 make a wish will still give u a wish if ur 18, just wanted to clarify that cuz on another persons page sm1 sent an anon saying I might be a minor)

-🌀anon <3

hello, anonie!! <3 i’m sorry to hear you’ve been going through a difficult time! i sincerely hope things are getting better and i wish you good luck with your treatment 🩷 stay strong and take care of yourself always!! also, ty for clarifying your age, and i hope you have a great time at the concert ~

sub bf!jiung is ready to bare overstimulation for as long as you wish. extra fun from things like bondage, handcuffs or blindfold turns him on even more especially after he sees how excited you are to use them on him. his eyes literally sparkle as you tie him up to the bed from lust and adoration for you. he always lets you know beforehand that he’ll be on his best behaviour, and he keeps his promise every time earning himself sweet rewards and praises

sub bf!jiung gains big pleasure from gentle touches, being praised and appreciated for the good boy he is. he loves having his nipples sucked as you make him cum through slow motions of your hand, and keep going after he makes a mess on his stomach. he’s obedient and never dares to tell you what to do or when - he always waits to receive what you decide he deserves, but also, he enjoys it when you take things slow and make him anticipate what will follow

sub bf!jiung is whiny and babbles uncontrollably. he’s not ashamed to beg at all, he does it constantly for the smallest things, because he’s addicted to your touch and can never get enough. he never forgets to say thank you whenever you give him what he’s asked for, and that he’s lucky to have you… even when he’s a mess with teary eyes and knuckles white from his tight fists hanging from the ropes

[invisibleraven]

doing their makeup for them / rose & julie

Rose went over her checklist-food, flowers, music-all checked off. The decorations were all being put up, the staff working tirelessly to capture her vision for Julie's quinceanera.

Look, Rose's body might be being ravaged by cancer and chemo both, and she was more exhausted than anything, but she had vowed that she was giving her daughter a quinces to remember.

"Hey, time for a break?" Ray asked, easing the checklist from her grip.

"I just want it to be perfect," she whispered. "I don't know if this is the last birthday I'll get to see..."

"Don't talk like that," Ray admonished. "The chemo is working, You've got decades ahead of you."

"I wish I had your faith," Rose admitted, leaning into his arms. "I want Julie to have this one perfect night that every girl deserves."

"Well how about you help her get ready?" Ray suggested. "Instead of micromanaging here? You'll be too tired to enjoy it at this rate."

"I thought she and Flynn were getting ready together?"

"I'm sure she wouldn't mind some help from her mami."

Rose smiled, kissing him before heading home, finding the girls finishing up their hair and giggling together. She knocked gently on the door. "Hey, do you need any help?"

"Hi Mami," Julie waved her in. "We were about to do our make up and nails if you want to help-or I could do yours?"

Rose knew her skin had grown pale and sickly since she got diagnosed, hardly the healthy glow she used to sport. She didn't hide her illness, proudly sporting her bald head and pallid skin. Tonight she had planned for a wig and a touch of blush, just so the focus was off her, but that was all.

"Sure mija, just nothing too wild okay?"

Julie beamed, gathering her supplies, while Flynn motioned she was going to give them a moment and top up their snacks. Rose was grateful to her, wanting this moment with her daughter.

"You know, in the eyes of the community, today you become an adult. A heavy burden for fifteen."

Julie hummed as she gently applied concealer to her skin. "Is this the part where you tell me I'll always be your little girl?"

Rose snorted at that, giving Julie a gentle shove. "Meanie."

"Learned from the best," Julie replied, dusting powder next, then adding blush. "I feel like I've already become an adult. These past few months have sucked."

"They have," Rose surmised, then taking Julie's hands in hers, letting the tube of mascara fall to the bed. "And I'm sorry that you've felt you've had to step up or grow up too quickly. Even if I am so proud of the woman I can see you becoming."

Julie sniffled at that, swiping at her watery eyes. "I... thank you."

Rose squeezed her hands, then gave her the mascara back. "No eyelashes, so maybe we could do lips instead?"

Julie gave a wet little laugh and pulled out a few tubes, letting Rose pick a dusky mauve shade with a little shimmer. "So how many times do you think papi will step on my feet during our dance?"

Rose cackled at that. "Know how bad of a dancer your father is-a lot. I hope you have good shoes."

"Think Tia would faint if I wore my combat boots?"

They giggled over that, Flynn coming back and insisting they needed to get Julie's makeup done now so they could do the dress. Rose offered to do that if Flynn would tackle the nails.

They worked together, giving Julie''s face a soft golden glow with a dramatic lined eye and nude lip to compliment her sparkly black and gold dress while Flynn tackled the nails making them match the gold in the dress with black tips.

Flynn did her own face while Rose grabbed the dress, helping Julie into it-it wasn't nearly as voluminous as a traditional quinces dress, but it was gorgeous and made Julie light up like never before.

"Mija..."

"I know," Julie said, hugging her mother. "Thank you so much for planning this night. I'll make sure that your next birthday is just as grand."

Rose wanted to say she wasn't sure she had another birthday in her, give Julie advice for the years she wasn't sure she would be here for. But she didn't, she couldn't bring this evening down. Instead she offered her daughter a soft smile and tugged an errant curl back behind her ear.

"You two go on, I'm sure papi is waiting for some photos. I'm going to go get ready and meet you down there."

The girls took off, and Rose smiled, watching them go before shrugging on her own dress, adjusting the wig on her head. Looking so much like her old self that she had to let out a sob for all she had lost, and all she had left to lose.

She quickly gathered herself, fixing the smudged makeup and plastering a smile on her face. It was Julie's night, she wasn't going to bring it down.

And went off to make sure she got a few pictures with her family, so no matter what, the memory of tonight would stay with them as a happy one even if she wasn't there to remember it with them.

Though in the end? Rose got to show those pictures of her grandchildren, and none of them saw her illness-only commenting how pretty both she and Julie were. And asking if she would plan her granddaughter's quinces as well.

"Of course I will," Rose promised, and couldn't wait to recreate the photo with her family, all these years later.

[secretlythepits]

Bracing for Tomorrow

I took a beat and that was healthy for me.

Tomorrow is a big day I am dreading. It’s my husband’s last chemo, plus immunotherapy, plus an extra visit with his original oncologist to check on his throat. We have to do it at the bigger downtown treatment center which is just a lot less nice and a lot more stressful, but it makes sense because of his oncology appointment.

He is still coughing a lot and sounds awful, but he is back at work. His doctor said if his pretreatment labs are fine, he can get treatment. No doubt it is going to freak out every other patient and caregiver because he sounds infectious, though he’s not. His oncologist has to put a camera down his throat, which he always hates, but this time with his spasmodic coughing, it doesn’t seem possible. We shall see.

Things will die down after this. He will get a PET scan and that will let us know how effective treatment was. He will continue immunotherapy and that should be much easier, so maybe life will level off.

That is him.

Next week is my youngest son’s birthday. Not great timing because it should be pretty hard around here with his dad wiped out from chemo and pertussis, but that’s when it is. He wants nothing. Sounds good but it has the effect of putting more pressure on me to come up with something. I told him my abilities peaked last year and it will be downhill from there. He agrees. Last year I surprised him with the best dog that has ever existed. Nothing can come remotely close to that. Oh, that means we have a doggy birthday too.

That’s him.

I have made serious progress on my curriculum. It is more work than I expected but it’s also much better than I expected (and I had high expectations!). There is still much to do, but it feels good to hit a benchmark. My brain gets tired from this task. It’s pretty much the hardest thing I could make my brain do: organize many, many different pieces of information into calendars. I have to take breaks. I can literally feel my brain fatigue, like you would if you were doing bicep curls and pushed too hard. It’s not a headache, but I feel this slushy sensation and I know I am about to lose my ability to walk and talk if I keep going. However, I can often come back after an hour break. Still, there can be a cumulative effect and that’s annoying.

I’ve also been regularly exercising. Not much progress but it feels good to get moving and I know it’s the first step to getting a good program going again. I wish I could do more but I am maxed out. I feel not just like I’m taking baby steps, but Thumbalina baby steps.

When I was freaking out last week I called my soul sister. I am so lucky to have her. I can say the most terrible thing I’m thinking and she thinks I’m still marvelous. We have known each other 46 years and been extremely close for much of that time. On the phone I fell apart and then suddenly we were deep belly laughing. Neither of us saw it coming. Love can be truly magical sometimes.

I feel more settled in my heart. I’m focusing on my life. I am really stressed out about tomorrow and the the wake it will create, but the big picture things I wrote about last week are ok. They are forgotten but the changes I made in my mind have brought me peace. Also I’ve received some support from some friends and I really needed that.

When I watched the Olympics I was amazed at the hurdlers. How do those women jump do high so fast, so relentlessly? It boggles the mind. Tomorrow is a big hurdle. I am an ostrich so I’m afraid to look at it.

But don’t ostriches also run very, very fast? I have to remind myself.

Anyway, that’s me.

[salchat]

i just wanted to reach out and wish you luck this week, with your reversal. I needed laparoscopic surgery for my own colon issues last month after having a drain in my back for 3 months, and what you are going through is rough and not fun so I wish your surgery the very best and that you have a good foundation for what lies ahead with the rest of your medical journey. I also want you to know that your Dean shirt I bought gets compliments every time I wear it. A lady stared at me at Marshall's for 5 minutes and approached me about where I got it! So take care, make sure you have a nice pillow or towel to help you splint your tummy after surgery and I hope that we see you very soon after recovery!

Thank you very much for your kind wishes. I really appreciate you taking time to write. I've had major abdominal surgery a couple of times before, and usually I leave the physios floundering in my wake, but the recovery is worrying this time around. I've heard such awful things about what happens when all your internal plumbing is reconnected after a stoma - it doesn't sound much fun at all. And adding that to the worry of 'will the chemo do anything?' and 'what harm is it going to do me this time?' - well, you can imagine it's not easy to deal with.

But, there's always Dean, isn't there? And I'm so glad you're loving your Dean shirt! It makes me so happy to know that my art is out there in the world, getting noticed and getting enjoyed!

And I have a lovely long podfic to listen to and lots of great fanfics to read and have started writing another story of my own, which is starting off like Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca, but may get some Jane Eyre mixed in, along with a couple of Georgette Heyer novels and the Secret Garden possibly and maybe even a dash of Pretty Woman. Anyway, I'm having fun with it.

x

[torchflies]

Happy belated bday! 🥳🥳🥳🥳

I have 2 3 4 5 questions about your CCS!Jake universe (if you have the time/spoons/wish to reply, no pressure!):

Will Jake have a third birthday to celebrate once you've cured him of his current cancer? (and will his dinosaur and the Dino!Dads show up dressed as dinos at the hospital/hospice to wisk him home?)

With how Jake views himself as only having value in what he can do/provide for others, and his focus on how his illness have hurt those around him, I'm guessing he kind of agreed with BradBrad when he said anyone who follows Jake will die (metaphorically). If BradBrad remembers saying it (did he mean it? did he just want to hurt Jake? was it just the first snappy reply that fell into his head?), is it something he'll talk with Jake about or apologise for?

Who was the first person to hint to BradBrad he is a nepobaby, and how did he react? And has he come to terms with it? Sounds like it could be a potentially hilariously whiny convo with the Dino!Dads, Javy, or Nat.

Will we get to see Jake's siblings meet his dinosaur, the Dino!Dads, and the Daggers?

Will Jake get as many Dino!Snuggles and cuddles as he wants and needs?

Thanks for sharing your stories 🥰

THANK YOU DEAR!!! And oh I always have enough spoons to infodump! Especially since I'm trying to get unstuck on the next chapter. 🤣

ABSOLUTELY. Jake finds his footing again and he goes into remission from the chemo 💙 it’s more than enough. Sure, he’s exhausted and a mess by the end. But he comes out the other side and gets to join Ice at Basecamp again. Will they have to go up the mountain again? Maybe. But the important part is that they're all together and Cancer doesn't win.

Jake 100% believed him. Of course he did. Jake is hypersensitive to rejection because of his history and will do his best to metaphorically shoot himself in the foot to spite himself. Bradley has a bad habit of spitting the worst possible thing when he's angry, all his strong emotions burst out of him in anger and he doesn't even realize what he's saying. Bradley doesn't even remember saying it and Jake knows Bradley well enough that he already forgave him. But you know who didn't forget? My main man Javy. Who is about to throw down with a Big Chicken if he dares say that shit to Jake while he's recovering. Javy is terrifying at the best of times.

Bradley refuses to acknowledge he is a NepoBaby. Everyone has told him the opposite. He won't realize until he and Jake’s wedding at a Paleontology Hall is full of twice more Dinosaurs with all the Navy brass that come. Then he has an existential crisis over dinosaur chicken nuggets and pasta T-Rexs.

Yes. Stevie is angrily stomping over to help from a distance, Mary is ready to paint some nails and Slider can't cope with the fact that all these babies grew up 😭😭😭 Also Mav and Mary are so similar that no one survives those arguments.

YES. There is no question. All these dinosaurs are very protective of their young and after all those months of comfort as a kid, their hugs and cuddles are so calming for Jake. He just needs to get his hugs.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING SO INVESTED 😭😭😭💙💙🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 I absolutely loved your questions.

[my-castles-crumbling]

hi cas <3

cw/tws for medical stuff, complex family relationships, discussion of death

so, for context, im a regulus black kinnie (itll make sense, give me a sec aha). ive got a difficult relationship with most of my family, but most especially my mother and older sister. my sister is a lot like our family's sirius (except if he still had walburga's narcissism, cruelty and manipulation), and she really doesnt get along with either of our parents. my mother is... a difficult woman, in that she likes to victimise herself in every situation, shes homophobic/transphobic/all the phobics, shes also very narcissistic, and likes to make uncomfortable comments without bothering to be nice about it. all in all, i try not to be around her much. im also supposed to be moving out soon, and planned to minimise contact as much as possible once i do.

to the point: my mother was diagnosed with cancer yesterday. my father (hes kind of a neutral party in the family dynamics, btw) was the one talking to me about it, since she's in hospital at the moment. he said they caught it early enough where a bit of chemo over the next few months should get rid of it and she'll be okay, but 'cancer' is a scary as fuck word. he also then told me that this isnt her first time with it — she had a different type of cancer around 20 years ago.

honestly, i feel like my brain is battling itself about how i should feel. on the one hand, ive been looking forward to not having to be around her now for years, and i hold very little love for her at this point. why should i care? she'll be fine at the end of it anyway. but shes still my mum, yknow? and i feel awful having these thoughts about how badly ive always thought of her and how much ive wanted for so long to get away from her and how it almost feels like this is some sort of sick fucking joke from the universe about how i should be careful what i wish for or something.

this whole situation keeps making me think about regulus in best friends brother(? i think thats the right fic) or p much any modern au where walburga dies so tbh ill probably end up writing a fic about it to cope, but still i just... i guess i needed to tell someone? my father asked me to keep it to myself for now so that it wasnt spread around where we live (its a small area; everyone knows everyone).

and the bit with my sister - as i said, she doesnt get along with our parents. i dont talk to her much anymore either because she seemed to inherit a lot of our mothers worst traits, but im afraid that if we do talk about this then she'll have some awful thing to say about it. she makes some really dark 'jokes' sometimes about suicide and death and such, and im nervous that she'll say something about how she hopes it kills her (again, my sister fucking sick, and has zero empathy), because shes made similar jokes about other stuff in the past. i also dont think she'd understand that im still afraid for our mother even after everything shes done, and i hate the way my sister turns on me and rips the piss out of me when she doesnt like what i do.

it all kind of circles back to how im supposed to feel, i guess. part of me wants to not care and brush it off, whatever, but theres still part of me dying for my mothers love and approval and is terrified of losing her, even with the low possibility.

sorry this got so long, and for how heavy it is. i hope youre doing well cas, and thank you for all you do for us <3

Hi hon!

My god, you ARE a reg kinnie.

Here's the thing- there is not a RIGHT way to feel about those things. You have a complex relationship with your mom, so of course you'll have complex feelings about the situation. You don't need to feel guilty for feeling any certain way, because there's no right or wring way to process this. You're allowed to feel scared and neutral and confused and ambivalent. That's okay!

Your feelings aren't a betrayal to anyone, and you have a right to them. You also have a right to any action you choose to take. Remember to do what feels right for YOU, because YOU are important.

I'm here if you ever need to talk <3

Naming you reg kin anon.