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“Your first mistake was not keeping your nose in your books and your dick in your pants! Your second mistake was thinking that I wouldn’t use my belt if I had to fly out here to talk to you about it! Now take it all off! And get your elbows down on the bed. I’m going make sure you remember this for the rest of the school year!”
#punishment#belted#bare ass#bad attitude#bad grades#father son#family discipline#growing pains#humiliated hunk
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These hot August days have brought back a lot of memories of when I lived back in Appalachia. Many good memories, some memories of things not so good back when they happened but that have special memories now.
I remember the works and sounds dreaded when I was going to get the belt. The old man would start calling me "Mr. Buddy" for some reason and then if things were really going south, I'd be told to "Get in the living room or smoke-house and get 'em off) and stand there with nothing on waiting for him to come in. Then a "bend over and grab 'em) and the sound of his belt coming off, the buckle rattling and the sound of him folding it in half. A second or two later the sound of that things cutting through the air and landing on bare skin soon following by a stinging burning pain that built with each impact. That was usually followed by many more of the same at high speed in high impact. Soon the main sound was me sobbing, apologizing, and more or less blubbering.
I am not sure what lessons I learned from all that except a belt on the butt hurt like hell and that I had to be more careful and not get caught the next time. Still, I did repent of some things partially due to those whippings. One was smoking. So for me, it wasn't all bad. Now it is just a memory that younger folks for better or worse won't have.
#original photographers#photographers on tumblr#expatlife#appalachian men#tokyo#black and white photography#male aesthetic#male physique#male form#male model#men#punishment#discipline#domestic discipline#corporal punishment#tokyo life#life in japan#male#guys#family discipline#belted#country boy#whuppin'
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Imagine Jason coming back to the manor for the first time after the *all of it*, and Alfred just lays into him about how disappointed he is in him, and Jason is expecting a talk about love and family only to get the mother of all firearm safety lectures.
#batman#batfam#bat family#jason todd#red hood#alfred pennyworth#alfred’s handing out the discipline#the trigger discipline
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Love and Boundaries
Tags: @aloudice, Dad!Aventurine x Parent!Reader, Established Relationship, Parenting, Family Fluff, Soft Aventurine, Parental Support, Gentle Reprimand, Disciplining, Love and Respect, Family Bond, Protective Aventurine.
[Inspired By]
Aventurine stood near the doorway of the living room, his eyes carefully following the scene unfolding before him. The soft hum of the evening air mingled with the occasional scolding tone of your voice as you gently but firmly reprimanded your child.
“You know better than this, sweetheart,” you said, keeping your tone calm but serious. “You can’t just go around breaking things because you're angry.”
The child, their small face scrunched up in frustration, crossed their arms tightly over their chest. Their eyes flickered with defiance before they muttered, “I hate you! I don’t care about your stupid rules!”
Aventurine’s lips pressed into a thin line, his mind whirring through the possibilities of how to handle the situation. He could see the irritation and hurt in your expression, a look that immediately triggered a protective instinct inside him.
The child, in a fit of anger, stepped toward you, fists clenched, eyes burning with rebellious fire. Without warning, they swung their hand toward you, aiming to hit you in an outburst of frustration.
Your heart dropped at the sudden move, but before the impact could land, Aventurine was there, his presence a calming yet assertive force in the room.
“Enough.” he said, his voice low but commanding. His figure seemed to fill the doorway as he approached, his demeanor far more imposing than it had been just moments ago. His hand reached out, gently grasping the child’s wrist mid-swing, halting them in their tracks.
“You do not lay a hand on them,” Aventurine continued, his gaze unwavering, now focused solely on his child. His voice was sharper, colder, but still held that underlying warmth that only you could recognize. “That may be your parent, but that is my spouse, and you will not be disrespecting them like that.”
The child’s eyes widened in shock, their defiance crumbling at the sternness in their father’s voice. Aventurine’s eyes flickered with a mix of concern and disappointment, yet his love for you shone clearly through his words.
“You need to learn respect,” he said, kneeling down to meet the child’s eye level, his hand still holding their wrist. “This kind of behavior is not acceptable, not in this house, and certainly not toward your other parent.”
You stood quietly, your heart swelling with love and relief. Aventurine had always been able to maintain control, but his fierceness in protecting you, in teaching their child to respect boundaries, made you feel seen, cherished.
The child slowly lowered their gaze, their anger subsiding, replaced by a quiet sadness.
“I’m sorry…” they muttered, their voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean it.”
Aventurine released their wrist, placing a gentle hand on their shoulder. “I know you didn’t mean it,” he said softly, his tone shifting to one of understanding. “But you need to understand that actions have consequences. Words have weight. We don’t lash out at people we love.”
The room fell into a brief silence, the tension easing as Aventurine’s words sank in. He turned to you, a soft smile creeping onto his lips, the playful gleam in his eyes returning.
“You’re okay?” he asked, concern lacing his voice as he reached out to cup your cheek with one hand.
You nodded, your heart warming from his unwavering support. “I’m fine. Thank you, Aventurine.”
His smile deepened, his eyes softening. “You know I would do anything for you, right?”
“Yeah, I know.”
With a soft laugh, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tender embrace. His child, now standing a little further away, seemed to be processing what had just happened. Aventurine’s hand gently rested on your back, a symbol of the unity that kept you all together, no matter how complicated things got.
In that quiet moment, you realized that, despite the challenges of raising a child together, there was no greater feeling than having a partner who would always stand by you—someone who loved you and your family, and who would protect you from anything that tried to tear you apart.
[Jing Yuan ver]
#honkai star rail#hsr#x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#hsr aventurine#aventurine x reader#aventurine x you#hsr aventurine x reader#parenting#family fluff#protective#love and respect#gentle reprimand#parental support#disciplining#soft aventurine#family bonding#fluff
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There's speculation that Floatshimmer's kits are Graysky's, since one of the kits are silver like him, you know, the dude that was made a warrior when she was a kit.
To be fair, Graysky is ridiculously young as well. He might have been described as being ready to be a warrior at the start of ASC, but he was born in Lost Stars and is only a little over a year old at the end of the last arc.
EVERYONE got hit with the Time Travel Beam... in fact. Funfact: RiverClan actually has always had a weird issue with their allegiance cats aging really fast.
Anyway, digressing. If it does pan out to have Graysky as the father...
Eventually I like the idea of Floatshimmer and Graysky being a couple (their names make me think of bright sunshine on a cloudy day, making the waves of the lake twinkle with light), but absolutely not while they're so young. Both of them need at least another year or so.
(At the earliest, have their kits mid-arc, ideally later.)
That said, I'm still willing to shuffle them both a bit to be closer in age. I'm growing interested in the idea that they're like, the cat equivalent of 18 and 19-ish. Young, dumb, impulsive, ended up with kittens looong before they were ready and it's impacting their relationship negatively.
Still deciding, though.
#better bones au#Family tree changes#Graysky#Floatshimmer#Graysky would be more of the problem though#I have an increasingly clear idea in my head that he is really immature and hates being told no#So if you're like ''graysie. Are you Sure that this is a good idea''#He's like ''ofc it is. I thought of it and all of my ideas are great.''#If Curl saw him now she'd feel bitter and frustrated that he's lost his discipline#And he doesn't like thinking about that.#Kind of guy whose ego is massive and he's full of himself. But no real self confidence. Crumbles like a cookie if offended#Guy would be a terrible dad LMAO#Baby: 'I HATE YOU'#Gray: *heart breaks like that one indian drama character introduction* ''who taught you that word. Was it your mother''#BB!Night looking at this suddenly reminded of how cringe she used to be lmao. Like ''omfg this man is the bad timeline version of me''
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Soap hc for your consideration:
When Soap has anxious or just angry energy that he doesn't know what to do with (and he doesn't feel like training it out) he'll hyperfocus on deep cleaning whatever space he can for hours. He's hardly aware of time passing as he's doing it too, he just stops when he feels all the energy fade away or become a more manageable level
some people joke that that’s how he got his callsign even though the name soap came well before anyone noticed his habit, but he doesn’t really mind.
because all that matters is that cleaning to him is calming; the repetitive motions, the smells, the instant gratification of stepping back from his work and seeing a notable difference in cleanliness. what matters is that even as much time as it may take, it’s draining in a good way and, in the end, the effort can be appreciated.
the 141 notices the habit when the common room is suddenly cleaner than it’s ever been—even the grout is white after years of being an ugly brownish-grey—and they find soap in the middle of it all, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn stain on the kitchenette counter.
after that, price, gaz, and ghost all chip in to buy supplies for soap on occasion, because it can get expensive, and they have to show they’re thankful anyhow. they don’t comment on the habit otherwise, and that’s just how things go.
#ask#i don’t know enough but i feel like this could be expanded into soap having ocd#growing up with a big family where chores were necessary and strict discipline is a consequence…#shrugs and gestures in some direction#john soap mactavish#soap mw2#headcanon#task force 141
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Archery Science Professor at the Vulcan Institute of Defensive Arts [Patreon | Commissions]
#someone in the tags of a post [I can't remember which or I'd have put it in the caption]#said Tuvok is like those male english/history teachers that you're convinced are gay until they drop the fact that they have a wife and kid#that's all I was thinking as I drew this HEHEHE#Professor Tuvok/Young Dad can have longer hair as a treat#his hair does not grow downward - he's using products clips and accessories#bea art tag#happy Tuvok Tuesday <3#Tuvok#st voy#st voyager#star trek voyager#apparently (memory beta) the institute is located in Xen'tal which is on the outskirts of Gol#and the institute is really more for ceremonial practice and honing discipline since Vulcans have cast away violence & most of what's taugh#doesn't do much good if your enemy has - say - a phaser#but anyway all this to say it's a very small one-horse type of town with nothing much to do and I think that makes a lot of sense for Tuvok#imagine you're Sek and you grow up in Xen'tal and then one day your dad's like guys we're going to space#It's fun to imagine Tuvok's oldest thinking of him primarily as a professor while his youngest thinks of him primarily as Starfleet#Tuvok's kids bored out of their mind trying to think of something to do while wandering around town <3#Good image!!#It's fun to think of your favorite characters' pre-canon lives!#I like how even though Tuvok decided to raise a family rather than work in the temple he still has monk tendencies#he's so ascetic <3
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I've always found Alexander Saburov interesting, especially P1 Rubin's take on him where he tells how Alexander in incognito saved people from burning house and went unrecognized for the deed (nor flaunted it). Wonderful and easy to miss characterization.
YES saburov's fucked up sense of performing duty by putting himself at risk... my favorite... have had thoughts brewing in response to this that aren't quite cooked enough yet but it's very much a gendered standard that he holds himself to IMO, of idealized masculinity as a responsibility. as an active role and as the way things must be done. making the choices that he thinks need to be made regardless of how bad they are for him. pairing beautifully with katerina's self-destructive attempts to conform to the extremely feminine-gendered role of mistress, pairing wonderfully with the two of them's catastrophic attempt to conform to the heteropatriarchal nuclear family archetype by adopting the changeling :^) and especially how this is a function of how saburov relates to his Job, a role that's been passed down in his family and Actually Is critical to the function of the Town, inescapably so as long as the system of rulers exists
#it Is a little funny to me that p1 showed this family structure being flawed so extensively (with all three rulers!) and now p2 is a You#Must Get A Wife And Kids Then Everything Will Be Fine simulator (...more or less w/ all three rulers but mostly re: the player).#alexander saburov#asks#anonymous#also stream ee's song Big Climb. I have no idea how it wasn't previously on my ee exclusive saburovs playlist but it's very them#further: I do think gender is a factor in saburov's vitriol towards peter/the architects (in this view of masculinity as self-discipline#/moderation. They Don't Do It Like That) and I think that's a fun field to explore in several directions. and to contrast with rubin who ha#a similar outlook about his own gender ('perfect valor' etc.) but is an outcast and out of the spotlight in a gay coded way; whereas#alexander and his wife are under the utmost scrutiny wrt being held to Gendered Positions in the town AND are bound by duty and history to#uphold its traditions. like. saburov has no escape that could result in a healthier relationship with gender#and if you're a wise-minded saburovs t4t enjoyer... well... The Layers Only Deepen#pathologic
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I am once again asking people to stop assigning family roles to found family. It beats the point of having a found family in the first place
Also: "this character is a mom friend" ≠ "this character is the mom of the group"
One implies the friend is naturally caring, nurturing and thoughtful. While the other implies there's an assigned person in the group who gets emotionally burdened by people of their same age range to act like their mom
#'zuko and katara are the parents of the gaang'#no. katara is a 14yo that tries really hard to embody what she thinks a mom is like#to overcompensate for the lost of her own mother#what she likes about aang since ep1 is that he reminds her to have fun and to be a kid again#which she gets more open to as the story progresses#and zuko is a child soldier who was forced to grow quickly and doesn't remember what it's like to be kid anymore#zuko isn't being fatherly to the gaang. he acts like a commander bc he thinks they need discipline#i kinda feel bad for zuko he's not around long enough to learn to be a kid again#and then he just becomes the fire lord#found family#trope#writing#fandom#fanon#atla#atla rant in the tags
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“When your mother interrupts your shower for part two of her ongoing lecture, just as you spray the glass partition with your biggest load yet! You quickly turn, rinse off, and hope she doesn’t ask your father to belt your ass.”
Jordan James
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Spider is having fun at a sleepover party with the Sully's kids. Kiri brings up the topic to rant their parent, such as Neytiri and Jake having some nearly autistic habits. Spider speaks when they laugh it off, "my dad is pretty strict and weird, too. Once I--" Neteyam, Loak and Kiri's jaw almost drops to the floor from all the details of Quaritch's discipline on Spider. having expected some harmless, strange and funny stuff.
Spider is very confused by their reaction--they look at each other silently with eyes widened, mouth slightly gapped.
"You guys are no fun." He mutters, staring at his feet as if these Sully's kids subtly set the rules that they are the only ones who get to roast their parents at this party.
#avatar the way of water#miles quaritch#spideritch#spider socorro#Quarspi#dysfunctional family#dysfunctional relationship#implied abuse/discipline#au modern
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The burial mounds, a place of mystery, the place of the dead, cannot be comprehended by humans. It is a place warped by time and resentful energy and the intentions of those who inhabit it and who knows what else. It is sentient and has a strong will of its own. It’s said that no one can leave the Burial Mounds, and that is true as much as it’s not. The burial mounds keeps what is theirs; protects what is theirs. No one can escape from the Burial Mounds bc more often than not, once you enter, the Burial Mounds see you as theirs. It does not take well to people hurting and taking what is theirs. (And, maybe this is why a certain demonic cultivator was able to survive and leave that place. Maybe he understood this will and resentment bc he too would do anything to protect those he loves. For him as well, once he considers someone family, they are family. And nothing will change that. No matter what happens, his family is his family, and those under his protection are fully under his protection. They can see a kindred spirit in each other, and so the Burial Mounds let him go, knowing that he will always carry part of the Burial Mounds with him. The souls in his sleeves and the resentful energy he welcomes into his body. The boon that the Burial Mounds grants him.)
It is for these reasons that WWX knows to bring the Wen remnants there. Not only does he know he can defend them if needed in that place teeming with resentment, he knows the Burial Mounds themselves will protect them. It protects its own, and the Burial Mounds knows these people that WWX brought are his, so they are its. It’s as simple as that. And, the Burial Mounds likes it. It likes having these people here, milling about and carving a life on it. It likes how they turns its soil from barren to fruitful. It likes how they are happy and content. It likes being their home and haven. It will do anything to protect them.
When the first siege comes, the Burial Mounds try to protect what is theirs. These people who have made a home on it. But, they are all grieving deeply, and it’s beautiful child, the first to even understand them and want to make peace with them instead of destroying them, is breaking apart. He is breaking apart with the weight of someone who could not protect that which is most precious to him. And he has been breaking with this weight for months now, every day chipping another piece of himself away, every day pulling further and further into himself, every day driving him just a little more insane. The Burial Mounds have no problem with madness. They will still embrace him fully and without question, but it pains them to see him like this. They are all breaking under the pressure of what the world outside its borders do. This is no longer their haven, but now their place of imminent doom. It is only a matter of time until the cultivators attack. The Burial Mounds fights back as it always does to protect those that are its. But, some of these living cultivators attacking are family of WWX and it cannot attack family. And, it knows that even should he wipe all these harmful intruders out, that will not stop more from coming, and more after that. The Burial Mounds would fight every wave they send, but that is not the issue. The issue is that its people are grieving and breaking. The issue is that it cannot do anything to fix that and every attack will break their spirits just that much more.
So instead, the Burial Mounds decide to change it. As the cultivators pour in, the Burial Mounds pulls its energy from defending and into charging its intention. Some of its people get cut down, but that is fine, it will still work, they do not have to be alive. Just as WWX is about to destroy the Stygian Tiger Amulet (oh, and look at their brave boy, but don’t do that, my child, it will tear you apart) a large pulse of resentful energy ripples out over the battlefield, shaking the ground and seeping into all that is theirs. The air and ground starts to ripple, unstable and warping like swirls of marble, until none can stay standing in this odd happening, toppling over, nauseous from the swirling. Those that are theirs are sucked into the soil, deep into its power, and it embraces them into its depths.
Then—
They open their eyes.
WWX is seven, on the streets of Yiling, and turns his head to the Burial Mounds so close by, calling to him. Come home, my child, it whispers. Come to me; I will protect you.
Wen Ning is eight and Wen Qing 14. They also look in the direction of Yiling—of the Burial Mounds. They too hear the call. There are gasps rippling around their home, and people bursting through doors, embracing each other, crying in joy. Eyes flick around at everyone. They know. All those that were on the Burial Mounds, as well as Wen Qing and Wen Ning remember. They know what Wen Ruohan is planning. They also know what will happen to their real family.
They go to Yiling. Just a few at first. They lost many people in their branch before they were saved by WWX, and those people are more than hesitant to go to that cursed place. Those that remember can’t simply leave them to their fates again. So, some go, while some stay. They will convince the rest later. When they arrive at the base of the Burial Mounds, there is already a large collapse in the wall surrounding it looking to be made recently. The paths open up for them as they start their ascent. The path is just as they remember, the corpses and spirits howling, but leaving them be. They know they are already part of them. Granny Wen and Wen Qing are at the front of the group, leading the way. Wen Qing wishes her brother was there, but that was not something their parents would budge on. They barely let her go, and only because Granny was insisting as well and promised to look after her.
They reach the clearing where their homes were, and there they are. Their little shacks that barely stay standing. The patches of land they’d tilled and toiled over. And there, perched on a tree stump by the side of the road is a boy, even smaller than A-Ning, covered in dirt and grime that can’t all be from the Burial Mounds, spinning a black, bamboo dizi in his tiny hands. He watches them with shining eyes and a large smile they’d know anywhere breaks out on his face, then—
He laughs. The boy laughs loud and clear and bright as he topples off the stump in his joy. Many of them join in the laughter as well. Amazed and in disbelief. Wen Qing, granny, and a few others rush over to the little Wei Wuxian and pull him into a crushing embrace. The laughter soon turns to wracking sobs as they all cling to each other and let it all sink in.
They are alive. They are together.
And, they will make sure it stays that way.
The Burial Mounds hum around them, welcoming them home.
#now they just need to convince the rest of the dafan wen to move into the burial mounds#and stop a war#but that's secondary to keeping their family safe and together#the burial mounds picked up on lwj and wwx's conection#so it brought him back too#one minuet he's lying in bed his back burning from the discipline whip#the next he's eight years old sitting in class at the cloud recesses perfectly fine and uninjured#it is only his YEARS of beaten in composure and naturally stoic face that keep him from whipping his head around and freaking out outwardly#he just *knows* this has to do w/ wei ying especially since he can hear the call as well#bc of this he's not totally freaking out but still#he goes to the burial mounds as soon as he can and all the wen are either confused like wwx about why he was included in this#or laughing their asses off that even the *burial mounds* have picked up on their strong feelings and connection#(don't worry lwj was the only non-wen to be brought back bc even if wwx considers jc his brother the burial mounds isn't going to bring bac#someone who tried to kill the rest of them and lwj is the only person that didn't live there who didn't have any animosity for them)#(unfortunately bc jyl never went up the mountain and stayed in yiling the burial mounds can't form a connection w/ her to bring her back)#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#the grandmaster of demonic cultivation#wei wuxian#wen qing#the burial mounds#sentient burial mounds#time travel au#time travel fix it#mdzs fanfic prompt#mdzs fanfiction prompt#do with this what you will
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To make things more clear: Henry doesn’t dislike matias, and he’s happy that George is living their life. But he’s more disappointed at himself for feeling sad (like he doesn’t like that he’s upset). Iliana is also a very optimistic person, she always sees the best outcomes in situations (and rarely thinks about the potential negative outcomes).
#winter#ts4#matias has the lazy and recycling discipline traits btw#hence the ‘hes lazy’ comment#simblr#the sims 4#ts4 gameplay#ts4 legacy#family jewels legacy challenge#gen3-George#George
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Tuvoktober Day 14: Sandstorm [Patreon | Commissions]
I have 2 separate visions for what Tuvok's house looks like.
This is the second one which I don't use as much when I write about it: A large family home on the cusp of being a mansion.
I'm certain Spock's home was a sprawling estate fit for the ambassador's family, consisting of the main home and guests homes and a lot of land that isn't necessarily in use and T'Pol's house we actually see on screen and it's large - built into a cliffside overlooking the city by a bit and sprawling but contained to the cliff itself.
I like to picture a version of Tuvok's home being unusually tall for a Vulcan house - the lone house at the edge of a vast desert. I also sometimes picture the house long and half-circular like a snake about to curl around the land it was built on. In both the home is as close to the desert as possible while still being safe.
I imagine Spock's home to be surrounded by blooming wilderness - trees and flowers occupying the unused land. The further from the main house you walk the more wild and unmanicured the land becomes. I imagine Tuvok's to be surrounded by nothing he and his family didn't plant there. They have to work hard to make things grow, even in the greenhouse.
#bea art tag#Tuvok#Tuvoktober#I can't imagine him voluntarily living somewhere close to a lot of people#the struggle of Tuvok is that he's obviously a very serious & disciplined person who values a more ascetic form of living#but also he has a very well decorated room and gives off a bit of a 'spoiled rich kid' vibe (even moreso than Spock who IS a rich kid)#anyway I pictured him and his family watching the sandstorm through their large reinforced windows in warm silence#st voyager#st voy#star trek voyager#star trek
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“Hand me your belt and press your nose to the wall for a while. Leave your pants right where they are. They’re coming down anyway. Think about your behavior - about how I told you fix your attitude before I had to. I’ll be back to make good on that promise. And you’re not going to like it.”
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