#grandma and grandpa duking it out

[renaissancefailmarriage]

the bronze age collapse was actually caused by Mycanae and Old Crete/Minoans having a dramatic breakup

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Sonic Underground Reprise: Hedgehog Family Tree Hedge

Here- the parents, the aunts, the uncles, the grandpa and grandma's and even some cousins.

Now, are most of these characters relevant to the main plot? No. But if you have followed me for any amount of time you should know of my love of expanding character's family trees.

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Kofi

Family Notes: (this gets kinda long)

Parlouzer Lore (paternal side)

Charlotte was a sailor who split her time exploring and fishing with her crew

she may or may not have been a pirate

Maurice was a skilled carpenter who worked from his home workshop in Port Mobius

he was just a humble, if a bit on the quiet side,

the two met by chance when Charlotte was exploring the area while Maurice was trying to get groceries

instantly charmed with one another, they kept in touch and she made it a point to always come back to see him every chance she could

after about 5 years of this she proposed to him and the two were married the next day

Chuck was born shortly after (honeymoon baby)

he mostly stayed on the mainland with his father while Charlotte continued working on the high seas

Julius was born when Charles was 12, and Pauline Pauli when he was 19

Chuck left for college early at 16, so he wasn’t particularly close with his younger brothers until they were practically adults

Jules ran away when he was 13 to join the circus, completely cutting off contact for nearly 5 years

At 17, he and several other members of the circus (including Argus) were arrested in Casino City after being framed for treason by a rival performance troupe. Due to their age however, the two were given an alternative to jail time: enlistment, which they begrudgingly accepted (this was HIGHLY illegal btw, as both were underage and therefore not qualified to be enlisted)

around 3 years into service, Chuck got wind of the bullshit charges placed on his brother and threatened to raise hell if the two were not brought back home immediately

Jules and Argus were then hired as a part of the Royal guard where they were charged initially with guarding King Max’s son, Crown Prince Nigel

Pauli avoided trouble growing up, having taken more after his father than his lovely, impulsive older brothers

Ihe developed a passion for piloting and decided to start his own delivery business, which would be how he would meet his future wife Bernie

Bernie

Nadim Lore

ditch the royal family part and exchange it for a powerful magic fam

Hatshe is the matriarch of a powerful magic guild, the Rising Sun, though she has retired from any official position

the Rising Sun was formed by Aman-Rapi long ago

Hatshe met Olgilvie when traveling through the Kingdom of Mercia when the then King requested the aid of the Rising Sun’s strangest magician (they had meant to request “strongest” but their had been a slight typo, luckily for them Hatshe was both)

Bastard son of a a duke, Olgilvie was knight renound for his skills with a blade as well as the strings

he was assigned to aide Hatshe in her assignment

the two did not get along initially, as both were headstrong individuals who had their own way of doing things, but eventually became friends, and later lovers

He ran off after her once her assignment had been completed and continued courting her back home

Layla is Aleena’s older sister, as well as the current leader of the Rising Sun

Though she may appear calm, collected, and regal, outside of official appearances she is a very much a dork who is not above a little mischief

she met Terios when the were children during the family’s travels

more specifically, she found his half dead body lie partway out of a river bank

he was taken in to the guild, where he showed strong promise in healing magic

childhood friends-> lovers, slowburn 160k words basically

everyone knew that they liked eachother except themselves

despite some initial mishaps, the guild has been thriving under her leadership

despite Robotnik’s efforts, their guild halls have remained hidden to him, as well as serving a safe havens for those trying to escape his reign

they work loosely with the Resistance, though Layla leaves it up to the individuals to come forwards and offer aid

[evewasheretoday]

More Heather + Veronica Headcanons!

Heather Chandler

Heather Chandler has autophobia. She fears being alone or abandoned hence why she always has a flock of people surrounding her wherever she goes.

She used to have mysophobia as a kid but when she grew up, it gradually started to fade away.

She has imposter syndrome despite her outward confidence.

She's a big ol' softie for Veronica and the other Heathers.

She loves tea— you cannot tell me otherwise.

She doesn't really care much about celebrating her birthdays but she'll definitely be happy that someone remembered and decided to celebrate it.

She's incredibly wealthy because she comes from a family line with a long list of people being lawyers or surgeons.

She loves pineapple pizza but only eats in the comfort of her own home.

Her parents are very traditional to a strict point and would not hesitate to marry her off if she suddenly got— I think you get the jest of it.

Heather McNamara

She knows how to play the guitar just a tad bit because her grandpa taught her to.

She favors her dad more than her mom who rarely is ever more present than her dad is in her life.

Mac has a fascination with astronomy and stargazing :)

She has ambiguous morality.

She loves strawberry milk but like Chandler, she only drinks it in the comfort of her home.

She has a lot of nicknames for everyone.

Will not eat food if said food looks slimy or disgusting in the slightest.

She can unintentionally be manipulative at times.

Loves sceneries a whole lot.

Heather Duke

She loves photography.

She hates clowns.

She has entomophobia and would NOT hesitate to squash an insect if she was given the chance to.

She was and still is a germaphobe.

She loves dystopian fiction.

She loves dark chocolate and dark roast coffee.

She doesn't like dogs but she makes a special exception for a few people (*cough cough* Veronica—) out there.

She loves old-fashioned music because of her grandma.

At times she can be quite an overthinker.

Veronica Sawyer

She loves baking cookies— just cookies because she doesn't know anything else she could bake other than those.

Veronica used to write poetry for people she liked before.

Has a knack for solving puzzles especially crosswords and such.

She (secretly) loves gardening.

Secretly collects vintage movie posters from classic films and decorates her room with them

Has a collection of vinyl music.

Hates being questioned a lot.

She's very irritable to a certain point.

If she can't beat someone in a logical argument, she wouldn't hesitate on resorting to using personal information against that person.

[dancingtotuyo]

The Life We Built (Joel Miller)

Part 5 of Build You The World Joel X Reader Rating: PG-13 (Language) Warnings: fluff, that's it. Tags: no outbreak, fluff, craftsman!Joel, Time jump, it's 2023 folks, no mentions of COVID, you decide if it happened Notes: So we've reached the end of this little adventure that was only supposed to be a one shot, but never fear! I have another Joel Miller idea in the works. Check out my Masterlist for some Javier Peña works as well! Thank you everyone for your support! Words: 1998

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Joel eased into the chair next to you under the pergola he built 25 years ago. It was still sturdy and spoke to Joel’s craftsmanship. The sun was beginning to set, granting some relief to the spring heat as you watched your three grown children clean up the backyard. They’d insisted the two of you relax. 

Emma graduated from Duke last weekend with honors in Pre-med. Which meant traveling to North Carolina for the ceremony. Joel has insisted on driving up. He hated flying. With a 20-hour car ride one way, you caught up on a lot of reading and almost booked yourself a plane ticket home. The two of you had been gone for almost a week. So her graduation party took place this weekend at home. She’d been accepted into UNC-Chapel Hill’s School of Medicine and would be going back to Durham in a couple of weeks. She was officially moving out, boxes already stacked high in her room. You and Joel both chose not to think about your baby leaving the nest for good.  

Emma laughed at something Asher said. You couldn’t see Sarah roll her eyes, but you knew by her body language. Joel chuckled next to you. He sensed it too, both in tune with your children. 

Asher graduated with a Bachelor's in Engineering from UT-Austin a few years ago, choosing to stay close to home. He had a small apartment in town working at Miller Construction since graduation. Joel joked that if he didn’t put his degree to use soon, he was gonna have to rebrand as Miller and Son. You had a sneaking suspicion that’s what Asher wanted. He and Joel shared the same love of building things with their hands. 

“Grandpa!” Sarah’s 3-year-old daughter, Jessie bounded across the yard, dark curls bouncing like springs behind her. You could see the brightly colored book in her grasp.

She panted heavily as she reached the two of you. Her small hands rested on Joel’s knees. She looked up through dark lashes. “Will you read this to me?”

Joel smiled. She reminded you so much of Sarah at her age. “Don’t you want grandma to do it? She’s a much better reader than me.”

“No, you!”

“Okay, Okay.” Joel chuckled, pulling the child onto his lap. You closed your eyes as you listened to Joel read. His drawl had only deepened with age but it still flowed like honey. It soothed your weary bones and often brought you through time, making you feel 25 again. 

Sarah had started college at the University of Georgia but transferred to UT-Austin after her freshman year. She loved Georgia, but she missed being close to her family more. She’d earned her Bachelor's in Journalism and Creative Writing (also with Honors). Working across all aspects of journalism, she went back to get her MFA several years later. She worked freelance for several publications and taught a creative writing class at the community college in town. She’d married Mike 6 years ago. They’d been together since senior year of college aside from a one-year gap. They’d bought a house just down the street from you and Joel soon after their wedding. Jessie’s 4th birthday was next week, and aside from her husband, you were the only other person to know that Sarah was 8 weeks pregnant. They were planning to reveal it next on Father’s Day.

You and Sarah were convinced Joel didn’t have a clue. The two of you were desperate to surprise him. Other than his 45th birthday party, you and Sarah hadn’t been able to surprise Joel in the 31 years you’d loved him. He’d even figured out Sarah’s first pregnancy before they’d told anyone. 

Joel continued to read. The world drifted further away only anchored by the sound of his voice. Sometimes a bird’s song drifted in and out. The warm breeze floated across your skin. Joel’s voice stayed constant. 

“Grandpa… Shhhhh, grandma is sleepin.”

Joel looked up from the book. He smiled. The wrinkles around his eyes were well-defined now. “I think she’s just restin her eyes, kiddo.”

“That’s what you say when you’re sleeping!” Jessie giggled. 

“Keep reading,” you said, keeping your eyes closed. “The story was just getting good.” 

He looked at Jessie who nodded her head, and he continued. 

The construction business had been good to Joel. Miller Construction kept its outstanding reputation throughout the years, something Joel worried about as the number of crews grew and his ability to check up on every job decreased. Joel spent most of his days on job sites in a supervisory capacity. He trained the new hires to meet his rigid standards, and his body took less wear and tear. He was able to spend more quiet morning moments with you. At 56 years old, he was still the best pitcher in the men’s rec softball league. He took every Thursday morning off to hang out with Jessie while Sarah taught her class at the Community College. He piddled in the garage on weekends, working on the next project. He’d just redone the kitchen cabinets. Tommy joked that Joel lived in partial retirement, but there was some truth to it. You liked seeing him take time 

Joel finished the book as Sarah and Mike walked over. You slowly opened your eyes, letting the world envelope you once again. 

“It’s time for us to go home, Bear,” Mike said. 

Before Jessie could issue a complaint, Joel pulled her into a back-breaking squeeze. She laughed. He tickled her sides. “Grandpa!” 

“I gotta make sure you meet your tickle quota.” 

“I have! I have!” Jessie laughed, her cheeks turning red. 

“Okay,” Joel let out a deep breath. “I think that’s enough for today.” 

Jessie wrapped her arms around Joel’s neck, kissing his cheek. “Love you, Grandpa!”

“I love you too.” He kissed her cheek, patting her back. “I’ll see you on Thursday.”

Jessie slid off his lap, rushing to you. A chorus of goodbyes between parties rose in the corner of your backyard in hugs and handshakes. Jessie nestled into her father’s arms, eyes already beginning to droop. 

Joel wrapped his arms around you. You leaned into him. His hands traveled down your back, lips finding yours. You grinned feeling warm and giddy. Even after all these years, he still had the same effect on you. 

Gagging noises interrupted your moment. Asher and Emma stood on the porch directing said sounds at you. 

“Get a room!”

“We don’t want to see that!”

Joel flipped them off before firmly grabbing your ass making a show of the steamy kiss he planted on you. You laughed. He kissed your neck softly. 

“You’re gonna traumatize the kids.”

“They’re grown adults. They can leave.” He nuzzled into your neck. “I want to kiss my wife in our backyard.”  

“Y’all are gross.” Asher chided. 

“If it weren’t for us, you two wouldn’t be here,” Joel shouted back. 

“You say that like it’s a good thing!” Emma responded. “Have you seen the world?”

“Hey,” You laughed. “You’re the saving grace of this family, Miss I’m going to be a doctor.” 

Asher scowled. “Don’t say that. Her head will get bigger than it already is.” He ruffled Emma’s hair. 

Emma rolled her eyes. “We’re done cleaning up. We’ll leave you two to do… that.” She motioned toward you and Joel. “Asher’s gonna take me out on the town.”

“Make smart decisions,” Joel called.

“Always!” Emma smiled. 

The duo filed out of the backyard leaving you and Joel alone. Joel kissed your forehead as you swayed to a nonexistent tune. 

When you finally stopped, you and Joel sought the respite of AC inside. Joel prepared a plate of leftovers for the two of you to share on the couch. You read as Joel watched the Baseball game on low volume. You propped your feet on his lap. His thumbs found the soles of your feet applying pressure. You hummed. 

You had stepped down from your position at Miller Construction after Emma started high school. As much as you loved working with Joel and helping him build and expand the business, desires drew you elsewhere. You started working part-time at the public library. When their head librarian announced plans to retire, the city had offered to pay for you to get your Masters in Library Science providing you could give them a 10-year commitment. Daunting at first, you’d managed to complete the courses in 2 years via an online program. You work at the library full-time now. Joel often brought Jessie in on Thursday mornings along with a coffee for you. You tended to the garden on weekends. Joel replaced your raised beds a few years ago. You had the kids over for dinner once a week. You and Sarah walked the block on pleasant evenings. You spent lazy evenings on the couch with Joel, something that had rarely been a part of your marriage until the past few years. 

“I’ve been thinking…”

You looked up from your book. “Uh oh, that’s never good.”

He tickled the bottom of your foot earning a squeal. Everyone talked about growing out of being ticklish. That had never happened to you. “I think it’s probably time to refinish the book nook.”

You glanced behind you, eyes trailing over the bookshelves Joel had built you more than 25 years ago. They’d been through it. The finish was peeling in a few places. The cabinet doors that lined the bottom were dented and scratched from a number of things bumping and running into it while raising 3 kids. You glanced at the farthest one, still stained with faint marks from Emma taking Sharpies to it when she was 3. Residue from stickers marked other areas. 

“Sounds like a big project.”

“I’ve got the time.” Joel smiled. 

He reached down beside him, revealing a gift bag. A simple brown paper bag with a gold ribbon neatly tied and curled. Sarah’s trademark. He handed it to you with a smile.

“This from you or Sarah?”

“Me.” Joel crinkled his nose. “Just asked Sarah to wrap it for you.”

You lifted the bag up and down. It felt like it was probably a book. It rarely wasn’t. “And what is this for?” You smiled at him.

“Just fulfilling my husbandly duties.”

You laughed as you untied the ribbon. Joel had taken your first line to him like an oath over the course of your relationship. He’d surprised you with a new book at random times. Sometimes you came home to one on the kitchen counter or your nightstand. Other times, wrapped or handed to you, each with an inscription detailing something he loved about you and how “Pretty” didn’t cut it. 

You smiled at him, pulling a hardcover book out of the bag. You opened the front cover. A piece of paper slipped out. Before you could investigate, Joel’s handwriting caught your attention. 

I don’t know if you’ve been counting, darling, but this is the 100th book I’ve given you. When I met you in that bar, I knew if I had the chance to give you just one, I’d be the luckiest man alive. 

We always talked about going on a big trip for our 25th wedding anniversary. I know it’s a little bit late, but I booked us on that trip to Italy you were eying last year. 

I’m sure it’ll be beautiful, but I still think the best view is you. 

I love you, Darling. 

You picked up the slip of paper: the booking confirmation set for mid-September. You looked up at Joel, tears blurring your vision. 

He chuckled. “Surprise.”

You set the book carefully on the end table, moving onto Joel’s lap. “You hate flying.”

“But I love new places.” He kissed your nose. He still looked at you like you hung the galaxy. You imagined you looked at him the same. “And you.”  

You kissed him, the words whispered for just the two of you. “I love you too.”

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Non-Sibi Sed Patriae

Chapter Eleven of Sweet Home Alabama

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd), Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd)

Description: What does Bradley mean by "Uncle Mav"? You're not sure you understand. It was inevitable that Bradley and your dad meet. But what would the likelihoods be that they would already know each other? If it's any consolation, Jake seems to be just as confused as you are. But you have a bad feeling about this. Would coming clean to your fiancé mean the end of your relationship?

Themes: love, attraction, angst, sex, cheating, lying

Warnings: Bradley is a little mercurial. He's rude, okay, to both Mav and Linley. This is where the events of TG 1986 come in. Casual cursing.

Word Count: 2794

A/N: Bradley's in Alabama and he's definitely causing some issues. My thanks to @desert-fern who helped me come up with the callsigns Mav gives to Linley and Jake. I hope you all love this chapter!

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Wattpad: Cross-posted here!

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You're sure you have whiplash. First, you have the emotional upheaval of seeing Bradley on the field, with Jake dogging his footsteps. Why is he in Alabama in the first place? It doesn’t look like he’s willing to tell you, either. That upheaval is followed by the quiet devastation on Jake’s face. You can’t understand Jake Seresin. A part of you is sure you never will. He signed the divorce papers and told you to get out of Alabama. You’re doing what he wants, so what right does he have to be angry?

Then Bradley is kissing you. You try to melt into it, everything in you rejoicing at the sight and smell and feel of him. But it doesn’t feel the same as it did on the night you got engaged. Not in the slightest. Something’s missing. There is a spark between you that seems to have evaporated into thin air. What’s worse is how you seem to know exactly where that spark has gone, right to your soon-to-be ex-husband. That has to be the only reason why the pain in your chest feels like you’ve been trampled by a rampaging herd of cattle, right?

As if the sick love triangle you’ve found yourself in isn’t enough, there’s the devastation on Bradley’s face as he chokes the words ‘Uncle Mav’ out. Mav? Mav?! Why the hell is your fiancé calling your dad by the short form of his callsign? He left the Navy a quarter century ago, after all. Your dad left all of that behind when he left the Navy. Why wouldn’t he tell you he had more people he considered family? You know all about your Grandpa Duke and Grandma Maisie, about the struggles your father went through after your grandfather passed away. You know about how your Grandpa Duke lost his life saving his squadron. You even know why your dad joined the Navy and then why he left the service shortly after you were born. Hell, your godfather himself is still serving in the Navy, flying jets with the vast majority of the men you call uncles. But he’s never once mentioned Bradley Bradshaw. He’s never mentioned anyone named Bradshaw at all.

“Hey, Baby Goose.” There’s something unreadable in your dad’s face as you stare between both of the men - one who is a pillar of your life and one who is quickly becoming one. “You look good, kid.”

“Wish I could say the same about you, Mav.” There’s shock in Bradley’s voice, tension thick and cloying in a way wholly unrelated to the crush of the crowd surrounding you. The two of them are steps away from each other, and unsurprisingly, that leaves you and Jake on the outskirts of this game, this domination play your father, and your fiancé have found themselves in. “You got old, old man.”

There’s a cruel smirk on Bradley’s face, and your dad actually looks sad and old for the first time. All of his vibrancy has drained away just at the sight of your fiancé. “You could have come to see us sometime after Dad, you know?”

“I couldn’t do it.” Your dad can barely say the words.

“Why’s that, old man? Could it be that you couldn’t face your mistakes? That you couldn’t face what you did to my dad?” This is a Bradley Bradshaw that you’ve never met before. He’s cruel, calculating, and cold. For the first time, you see Carole in his usually warm, open face. His words, his tone, sting like an open-palmed smack to your cheek, leaving uncomfortable warmth behind as your dad gawps, his throat working as he tries to speak. The silence is harsh and uncomfortable, electricity crackling between Bradley and your dad.

It has you taking a step back, the raw hatred making you feel uncomfortable in a way you never have before with either man. You can’t pick sides. Not between the man who has given you everything you’ve ever wanted, who has safeguarded your life like it’s more precious than his own, and your fiancé, your Bradley, your sunshine when you feared that love and hope were both lost. How can you possibly choose? You take another step back and another, praying that the milling crowd will swallow you up. But instead, you collide with a firm, warm body.

Usually, you'd be apologizing for bumping into a stranger, but you know who it is. It's Jake, standing at your back like a bulwark, silent support exuding from every pore.

"What's going on, Lin?" You blink, not expecting the spicy scent of his cologne surrounding you and the heat of him as he murmurs into your ear.

"I dunno," your voice is equally quiet, "I think Dad knows Bradley. But not just as my fiancé, as something else. Bradley called Dad ‘Uncle Mav’."

"Like his old Navy callsign?" Your face crumples at the reminder that you still don't know what Bradley Bradshaw has to do with your dad other than being your fiancé. But before you can say a word, he murmurs on. "Hey, d'you remember that one day when he gave us our callsigns?"

That you remember, and it’s a saccharinely sweet thought that has you smiling despite yourself. It had been a syrupy, slow summer day. School was out for the summer, and it had been for a few weeks, if you remember correctly. The cicadas buzzed in a chittering roar that seemed to rise and fall with the hot summer breeze rustling through the trees. You were lying in the hot, dry grass with a sketchbook, coloring pencils, and markers surrounding you. Jake was upside down with his legs against the tree trunk you were both sitting under. It was one of those torturously slow, hot days. But neither of you minded, not as long as your dad was there telling stories about his time at the Navy. The story of his call sign was one that both of you had heard a million times, but it was one you could hear over and over again.

“Dad?” You'd asked, every movement you make languid, your muscles feeling like overcooked spaghetti under the sweltering heat of the sun. “How come we don't have callsigns?”

You were only twelve or thirteen years old, and there was nothing that seemed more important.

“Well, usually, your training cohort would give you your callsign, kiddo.” Your dad had looked at the two of you under the tree with not a little bit of amusement as he wiped the grease off of his hand. “But, since there isn’t a cohort here to give you yours, how about I give them to you?”

Jake had sat upright so fast that he nearly bowled the both of you over. There were leaves in his hair, and dirt streaked on his cheeks as the both of you had focused your attention on your dad.

“What about Hotshot for you, Lin?” Before he had even finished the phrase, you’d been nodding your head. “And I was thinking about Tip for you, Jake.”

Jake had tipped his head sideways as he’d thought. “Why Tip, sir?” He still calls your dad, sir. He has for most of your life. 

“Well, I settled on Tip for you because Linley rushes into things. Between the two of you, you’re the cautious one.” A part of you still thinks that your dad made sense. “So I went with Tip as in Tip-Toe.”

You’re jolted out of your reminiscing by the hand that wraps around your arm. It’s Bradley, because of course it is, and his face is cherry red as he drags you through the crowd. His grip is punishing, his stubby nails digging into the flesh of your upper arm as you half-jog to keep up with his fast pace. You’re not sure where he’s dragging you because you’re pretty sure Jake dropped him off. Sure, you have your rental here, but Bradley doesn’t know where it is.

When he lets you go near the picnic tables at the edge of the field, there are angry red divots in your arm, and you’re sure you’re going to be bruised in the morning. He’s pacing in front of you, the pristine suit he’s wearing wrinkling with the force of his motions as he buries his hands in his hair. You’ve never seen him like this before. Even in the middle of the most stressful of press conferences, Bradley’s always smiling. He’s the epitome of calm under pressure. So, to see him like this is more than a little jarring.

You’re a little shocked by the rage in his gaze when he finally turns towards you as you sit on one of the picnic benches.

“So, sweetheart,” His voice is a growl as he glares at you. “When were you going to tell me that Maverick fucking Mitchell is your dad?”

You swallow and reach for his hand, praying that he’ll trust you enough to let you have it. The fact that he lets you take it gives you just enough courage to tell the whole truth about your family, at least for the first time in your relationship.

“I was going to tell you, I promise.” Your sigh is soft as you tug Bradley down to sit on the bench next to you. “I left Pigeon Creek seven years ago because I had a dream I wanted to achieve. Pretty soon after I got to New York, though, I realized that somebody called Linley Mitchell was too countryfied to make it big in the fashion industry. So I took on the nom de plume of Linley Floyd.”

Bradley has an oddly thoughtful look on his face as he looks at your interlaced hands. “So why didn’t you ever tell me that Floyd wasn’t your last name?”

“I-I.” You can barely catalog your thoughts. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

To your embarrassment, you’re sniffling a little. “I know what Carole is like. Reputation is one of the most important things in the world to her. Up-and-coming fashion designer, extraordinaire Linley Floyd of Greeneville, Alabama, is a better PR spin than trailer-trash Linley Mitchell from Pigeon Creek, Alabama, isn’t it?”

He doesn’t even try to tell you that you’re wrong - and that hurts inexplicably. “And as far as dad goes, I didn’t know, Bradley.”

He huffs disbelievingly at you. “Sure, you didn’t know. You’re telling me Mav didn’t tell you about how he ruined our lives?”

“I truly didn’t know, Bradley. Dad doesn’t talk about much of his experiences with the US Navy at all. He’s never told me the true reason why he left the Navy. He’s only told me that he left because I needed him as a baby.”

The kicked look on his face and his red-rimmed eyes are enough to have you slipping into Bradley’s lap. You’re a little surprised that he lets you get that close, honestly.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” If your tone is a little bit wheedling, well, you’re sure Bradley doesn’t even notice. His hands loop gently around your waist as he thinks. When he speaks, his voice is hoarse and grim.

“My dad’s name was Nicholas Bradshaw, his callsign, Goose. He was Maverick’s RIO in the Navy. They met at the US Naval Academy and were best friends on sight. Everything was perfect between them. They flew together, and they did everything together. Hell, Mav was my dad’s best friend when he married my mom. He was there when I was born. He’s my godfather, Lin. He was my parents’ closest friend. Then, the two of them were called to Top Gun, which is the most elite program for training fighter pilots, and they were both candidates for it. The competition was equally fierce. Everyone wanted their name on the trophy. So, there was a fair amount of showboating and flashy maneuvers involved. It was a thirteen-week training program, and the maneuvers were growing more and more challenging by the day.”

He looks far away as he tells the tale.

“Hop 31 was when everything seemed to go sour.” There’s a terror you’ve never seen on his face before. “They were flying with another pilot and his RIO, Iceman and Slider. The goal was to shoot down the enemy with the other team. Iceman wasn’t able to get into weapons envelope range, so Mav went in to take the shot. But he ended up flying through Iceman’s jet wash. The jet went into a flat spin, and the engines failed. Mav and my dad had to eject.”

There’s a sick feeling in your gut.

“But the canopy didn’t detach fully. My dad came out of that ejection with a severely compacted spine.” Your yelp is sharp as he shoves you off of his lap. Bradley’s gesticulating again, his eyes crazy as he yells into your face. “Mav could have flown if he wanted to after destroying my dad’s dreams. Nick Bradshaw was honorably discharged on medical grounds. He never flew in a fighter jet again. It was all Maverick Mitchell’s fault.”

“How was I supposed to know, Bradley?” Your heart hurts. Dad should have told you - or maybe you could have asked. “It was just an accident, right?”

“Hah!” His voice is filled with scorn as he scoffs at you. “The Navy may have ruled it so, but I don’t believe it. My dad was never the same again after all of that. He was a shell of the man he used to be. It was all Maverick’s fault. To top it all off, he came to visit us a couple of times after the crash but then never again.”

“Bradley?” Your voice is gentle as you try to get him to look at you again. “I’m sorry it happened like that. But I know my dad. He would never willingly or knowingly hurt the people he cares about. He hasn’t spoken once about what happened, and I think it’s because it still hurts him.”

“Yeah, well, obviously, we can’t say the same thing about you, can we?” You’re reeling. “After all, you could have told me the truth, and we could have worked through it. But I don’t think that’s possible anymore. What else are you going to tell me then?”

“Bob’s not really your cousin, and I think that’s apparent now. Is Jake a part of your family at all? Or is that another one of  your elaborately contrived lies, Linley?”

Right when you don’t want him, of course, Jake shows up.

“Must be exhaustin’, huh, Linley?” He’s looking sad and angry, and there’s so much pain clawing its way through your gut.

“What?” Bradley barks out, obviously not liking that your private conversation has been interrupted.

“Well, Roo, you and I are in love with two different people.” You’re gasping for breath now, each one ragged and not providing nearly enough oxygen to shock you out of this spiral. That Jake’s calling Bradley ‘Rooster’ means he’s seen the articles about Bradley’s playboy days.

“So what, then? Is he a second cousin of yours, Lin?” There’s something that looks a lot like open contempt on Bradley’s face as he looks Jake up and down.

That insult is what prompts you to choke the words, “He’s my husband,” out. Of course, the moment you drop that bomb, Bradley’s wheeling away from you like you’ve struck him.

“So what, Linley?” He’s chuckling cruelly. “Are you telling me you married your cousin?! I know Alabama’s got a reputation for that, but I didn’t think it was actually true!”

To your shock, you’re dashing away tears. “No, Bradley. I came down here to finalize my divorce.”

He looks like you’ve smacked him in the face as he stares at you. Then he whirls around and walks away.

“Bradley, wait!” God, you have to fix this. You love Bradley. You still want to marry him. 

“Wait!” But he’s not listening, choosing instead to walk away like you’re not important to him at all.

“I just…. Please!” You’re pleading, practically begging, but he’s not budging. He doesn’t even seem to care when you trip and nearly fall on the grassy ground. “Let me try and explain myself!”

Finally, he stops and looks at you. That cold, very Carole-like look is on his face again as he looks at you.

“Look, I don’t know who you are or what else you lied about, but I know one thing…” Rage makes twin spots high on his cheeks. “There is a Learjet in Mobile waiting for me, and I’m on it.” He turns around and stomps away. Bradley doesn’t even turn around when you scream his name.

“Shit.” What is it with fucking Alabama destroying all of your relationships?!

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[lesbiantoaster]

Modern (Academic) AU - Nevermore

This modern AU is my extension of modern AU headcanon* where Lenore and Annabel are PhD students in rival research groups at the university of two rival faculties (Physics and Mathematics) that need to share a building because of low funding. Since PhD school is kinda like purgatory on its own so it's quite a fitting setup imo.

>> Lenore's a physicist (specialization: Particle Physics and Programming), while Annabel's a mathematician (specialization: Statistics and Algorithms)

>> They met just before the start of the PhD programs while volunteering as counsellors at a summer science camp organized by their university for high school students

>> They shared a room and bonded over the excitement of beginning the PhD programs, their academic interests, their love for games etc. But it wasn't long before their relationship evolved into something more and soon after they started dating

>> Lenore's style could be described as edgy/rebel but started to dress smarter (like a nice shirt and pants and sometimes a tie too) for the job, while Annabel's is more preppy with floral accents and always wears a small raven-shaped necklace Lenore's got her for their second date

>> Since starting dating Annabel, Lenore started incorporating floral motives into her wardrobe as well (like floral patterned shirts, ties, socks etc.)

>> Lenore's out and proud but her parents disowned her at the beginning of her studies. Luckily she has some rich grandma/grandpa who could financially support her. Her older brother Theo used to be in the same PhD program but before graduation, he disappeared.

>> Annabel is still in the closet.

>> They're both super talented and are soon deemed rising stars of their departments

>> In Lenore's team there are also four other PhD students: Duke, Berenice, Eulalie and Pluto, and they all share the same workroom at the University

>> Duke is Lenore's closest friend; their desks are next to each other and they hit the gym together on a regular basis

>> Annabel's team consists of another PhD student Prospero (who is this stereotype of math purist that looks down on other fields because "Mathematics is the purest form of science" 🤢) and Will, annoying secretary Ada who thinks she's better because she's working at university (she handles the documents and other papers for real scientist but she still thinks she's the next Marie Skłodowska-Curie). There's also a postdoc Monty, who no one likes and no one is sure who hired him (he's a little shady). There's also a Master's degree student Morella (who did her Bachelor's degree at the Faculty of Physics -and she knows the gang from Lenore's group - but switched for Master to Mathematics)

>> Both of their groups research quantum computing but because of the lack of funding they have to fight with each other for the money and rivalry evolves into people despising each other

>> The Deans don't want to do anything with that because they find this whole drama entertaining.

>> Both girls want to go to the same Institute in Europe for their postdocs so Annabel comes up with a plan to get them both jobs at that Institute that includes them pretending to hate each other

>> Everyone knows about the beef of unknown origin between the two most promising PhD candidates

>> Lenore is that kind of TA that gives off an "older sibling"/"cool uncle"/"bad boi" vibe, she rides a cool motorbike every day and the students simply adore her! Some even have an obvious crush on her and try to flirt with her but Lenore is really awkward and such a simp for Annabel lee she interprets it as them being nice/buttering her up for a better grade

>> Annabel on the other hand is pretty much a "ice queen" of the department she's respected for her work but also people low-key (high-key) fear her. She also (but you didn't hear it from me) tends to go harder on students she knows who tried to hit on her pet. But you can't prove her anything.

>> Once a week Lenore has the whole work room for herself and that's when Annabel sneaks out for lunch dates with her gf to talk about each other's day, hold hands and steal a kiss or two

>> However one day Eulalie almost walks in on them but Annabel quickly dived under Lenore's desk. Lenore tried to act normal while Eulalie was looking on her own desk for some papers she forgot earlier.

"You must be really hungry today, Lenore." Said Eulalie.

"Wha- Why would you think that???" All but shouted flustered Lenore.

"Because you're eating chocolate pancakes AND a chicken sandwich" Eulalie pointed to the two meals on Lenore's desk "Weird combination if you ask me... But if you like eating that way I guess that works too." then she leaves.

>> Both Annabel and Lenore are gamers but of a different kind. Annabel loves every strategy game and streams her gameplay in her free time. She is also an international champion in online chess. She and Lenore often play chess together but Annabel always wins. They make a deal that if Lenore would ever win against Annabel the loser will grant a winner one wish.

>> Lenore on the other hand loves tabletop games - especially RPGs. And she DMs a homebrew D&D campaign for the gang + Morella.

>> (Of course when Lenore asked the gang to name their D&D party they chose "Misfits")

>> Lenore feels guilty for lying to her friends and tells Annabel so, to which her gf responds by hugging her and saying something like "I'm sorry, pet, I know it's hard for you but it has to be done... Our future dream jobs depend on it. We are doing this for us and after all... they still are our competition on the job market... no matter how much we might like them or not."

>> After the first year they move in together into the small apartment

>> And they have these cute moments like cooking together, making lunches for one another, Annabel helping Lenore to tie a tie in the morning, Lenore giving Annabel massages when she comes back home all sore after a whole day walking in heels, both girls pulling all-nighter grading students' tests or doing some studying themselves and taking turns making coffee, etc.

>> Now that Lenore's got her own place she hosts most of the D&D sessions for the gang (to not raise any suspicions).

>> Before every session the girls need to clean their apartment of any evidence of their relationship and when the gang comes over Annabel stays in her streaming room playing games/doing some work. Lenore tells her friends that she has this weirdo-roommate that almost never leaves their room and they're better not to be bothered with.

>> All this work, however, goes in vain, when Pluto unexpectedly comes over to Lenore's flat to ask for help with some work before his first conference. To make things worse the girls were expecting the delivery guy to bring them their food that evening. Imagine Pluto's surprise when the person who opened the door was no other but the Ice Queen herself wearing sports shorts and a worn-me-down t-shirt and behind her Lenore was sitting on a sofa.

>> After a while girls manage to calm hyperventilating Pluto down, they ask him to keep it a secret. Pluto wasn't too keen on lying but Annabel managed to persuade him not to tell anyone. He agreed but only if Lenore will come clean about her and Annabel lee relationship.

>> So before the next session Lenore finally tells the rest of the gang the truth. There's feeling of betrayal, some tears and lots of shouting because they (especially Duke) are hurt that Lenore has lied to them.

>> There's some drama and silence treatment towards Lenore for a couple of weeks but it made everyone even more miserable so they eventually all reconcile.

>> At first the gang remains sceptic towards Annabel lee but after some time they welcome her to the group. She occasionally joins them for D&D sessions or board game nights (when everyone fights to be with her in the same team because Annabel gets really competitive and her team always wins no matter the game).

>> Annabel finally has a support system she so needed in her life and that's so wholesome

>> Annabel and Lenore's third anniversary was at the same time as a conference in Cambridge both girls were selected to represent their teams on

>> During free time Annabel took Lenore on a walk around Trinity Colledge (the place where Isaac Newton - a great mathematician and physicist - studied) and proposed to Lenore there (she of course said "yes")

>> Later on that day Lenore asked Annabel to play chess with her to which Annabel gladly agreed

>> Lenore wins

>> Annabel asks "Very well done, pet. I'm impressed with your strategy. So what do you wish for?" Lenore takes Annabel's hand and looks her straight in the eyes and answers with a sly grin slowly forming on her face "For the Queen's hand in marriage" She pulls the ring box with her other hand "... if she agrees, of course". Annabel almost leaps over the table with the chess board to kiss her soon-to-be-wife.

The end.

It was in my head for a while and I wanted to share it somewhere. I just thought what if instead of repressed Victorians they all were just giant nerds and this is a result of my thinking.

*inspired by this post by @incorrect-nevermore and @spoopy-nevermore-dump (so thank you, guys! I had lots of fun making this shit up XD)

Bonus:

>> Lenore's supervisor is an older detached from reality professor who can't for the life of his remember the names of his assistants, so he calls Lenore "Lenny", Duke "David/Damian", Eulalie "Eugene", Berenice "Veronica" and Pluto "Matthew" (for some unknown reason). At first, the gang was annoyed by it but it quickly transformed into an inside joke between the misfits and they even have each other's contacts saved under those names.

[chaztalk]

A Story About a Grandpa and Grandma Who Returned Back to Their Youth

Studio: Gekkou (Temple)

Summary: Ine and Shouzou, two pensioners well into their 80s, are mysteriously returned to their 20s one night.

Hey! Tonbu

Studio: OLM (The Apothecary Diaries)

Summary: The story begins with Igarashi, who was disqualified as a pro golfer after a certain "incident" and thus moves to Kagoshima Prefecture's Tokara Islands to step out of the limelight. On these islands known as "Japan's last unexplored wilderness," he encounters a naive girl named Tonbo. As it turns out, these supposedly unexplored islands have a homemade golf course, where Tonbo plays every day. She demonstrates genius-level prowess, playing every kind of shot with just one golf club, a 3-iron. Igarashi is amazed at Tonbo's talent, even as he harbors doubts about her only using a 3-iron. Yet, hidden deep in Tonbo's heart lies a painful, sad past...

As a Reincarnated Aristocrat, I’ll Use My Appraisal Skill to Rise in the World

Studio: Studio Mother (More Than a Married Coupl, But not Lovers.)

Summary: After thirty-five years of perfectly ordinary life, a run-of-the-mill businessman suddenly drops dead…only to be reborn in another world! Now he must live as Ars Louvent, scion of a minor noble family and wielder of a fabulous skill: Appraisal, the power to perceive the strengths and abilities of others at a glance. He’ll need it, too, because there are plenty of problems to solve in the Louvent family’s territory! Ars only has one choice: recruit the most talented individuals his skill can find, and rise up to new heights in his brand new world!

Wind Breaker

Studio: CloverWorks (Spy x Family)

Summary: Haruka Sakura wants nothing to do with weaklings—he's only interested in the strongest of the strong. He’s just started at Furin High School, a school of degenerates known only for their brawling strength—strength they use to protect their town from anyone who wishes it ill. But Haruka’s not interested in being a hero or being part of any sort of team—he just wants to fight his way to the top!

Whisper Me a Love Song

Studio: Yokohama Animation Lab, Cloud Hearts

Summary: Bubbly, energetic first-year high school student Himari falls head over heels for her senpai Yori after hearing her band perform on the first day of school. Himari tells Yori she just loves her, and, to Himari’s surprise, Yori says she loves Himari back! But when Himari realizes that she and her senpai are feeling two different kinds of love, she begins to ask herself what “love” really means…

[aniverse-x]

You: Man, I wish I knew what the spring 2024 anime lineup is☹️

*I then appear out of nowhere*

Me: oh, having trouble finding an anime lineup, are you?

You: Yes

Me: Well, in that case, HERE IT IS(or at least some of it)

April 1

Spice & Wolf: Merchant Meets The Wise Wolf

Gods' Games We Play 

Re:Monster 

The Banished Former Hero Lives as He Pleases 

Train to the End of the World 

I Was Reincarnated as the 7th Prince So I Can Take My Time Perfecting My Magical Ability 

April 3

BARTENDER Glass of God 

April 4

WIND BREAKER 

Laid-Back Camp season 3 

A Condition Called Love 

An Archdemon's Dilemma: How to Love Your Elf Bride 

April 5

The Irregular at Magic High School season 3 

Astro Note 

THE iDOLM@STER SHINY COLORS 

NIJIYON ANIMATION 2 

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime season 3

April 7

Mushoku Tensei: Jobless Reincarnation season 2 cour 2 

Grandpa and Grandma Turn Young Again 

The Duke of Death and His Maid season 3 

As a Reincarnated Aristocrat, I'll Use My Appraisal Skill to Rise in the World 

Vampire Dormitory 

April 8

Tadaima, Okaeri 

Chillin' in Another World with Level 2 Super Cheat Powers 

April 9

Oblivion Battery 

April 10

KONOSUBA -God's Blessing on This Wonderful World! 3

Viral Hit 

The Many Sides of Voice Actor Radio 

April 12

The Misfit of Demon King Academy II: History's Strongest Demon King Reincarnates and Goes to School with His Descendants cour 2 

Shadowverse Flame: Arc-hen 

April 13

Black Butler -Public School Arc- 

Whisper Me A Love Song

KAIJU NO.8

April 19

BlueLock Movie (releases April 19 in Japan)

May 4

MHA Season 7

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 68 - Xander's Big Move

Xander wakes up to Marshmallow eating garbage.

Xander: No, bad kitty! You don't get to act out because Mommy isn't here today.

He proceeds to hypocritically dig through the trash looking for upgrade parts before tossing the rest.

Marshmallow: father you are ruining my feast

Ophelia's out for the day, and Xander has plans of his own. He and Hilary need to sort things regarding their parents' will. Now that Hilary is divorced, she's been staying in the Pappas manor. He never got to talk to his parents about moving out, but his sister will do.

It's been rough for Greta. Not only did her grandparents die, but her dad is an unfaithful jerk? And he's having a baby with someone other than her mom?

She's staying in her mom's teen bedroom. It's a little… bright for her liking, but it's better than being with her dad.

Jace has been trying his best to be optimistic. So much of this has been confusing, but he knows his mom and dad aren't together anymore, and Dad is having a baby with that Tiff lady.

At least he gets to stay at Grandma and Grandpa's old house. They have monkey bars AND a pool!

Hilary is… adjusting. Suddenly inheriting your parents' restaurant right before going through a divorce is a lot to handle. She still hasn't registered her new position with the Ministry of Labor but she does so quickly as she hears Xander come through the front door.

Xander might be a goofball, but he has been absolutely amazing the past several days. Hilary's not sure she could have gotten through all this without his support. Their parents would be so proud of him, and she makes sure to tell him so every chance she gets.

Xander: So today's the day we duke it out for Mom and Dad's money?

Hilary: Very funny, Alexander. There are a few things we'll need to discuss, given the… current circumstances.

Hilary and Xander proceed to have a very boring, but important conversation. The house is in both of their names but there's no interest in selling. Hilary and the kids will move into the Pappas manor with Xander. Y'know, even though he barely lives there anymore. Speaking of…

Xander: Not that I don't love you guys, and I know there's tons of room here, but would it be crazy to move in with Ophelia?

Hilary: Of course not! That's wonderful. What a big step!

Xander: It's not that big, I basically live there now anyway.

Xander: I bet Greta would love my space up in the attic! She can put some planters out on the balcony and work on her gardening.

Hilary: I'm sure she would love that. She's trying to pretend she's fine but I can tell she's hurting. Anything to make her feel more at home.

Xander: I've still got to talk to Ophelia about it but I have a hunch she'll say yes.

Hilary: I'm not a betting woman but I'd put money on it. Mom and Dad left you a decent chunk of money if you want to save for something bigger, for the future? Like… if you start a family?

Xander: Subtle.

Hilary: Oh, hush! Even when you were with that horrid Jules, you had never even considered moving in together. Face it, little brother, you've met the Sim you're going to spend the rest of your life with.

Xander: It's not like it's a secret to me either, Hil.

Xander: Ophelia's the one, I know it. She laughs at my lame jokes, she lifts me up when I'm down, she helps me shave my back hair. I know we're going to get married and have like a kajillion little blonde babies someday, but we don't have to talk about my love life right now.

Hilary: Just because my love life's in the gutter doesn't mean I can't be happy for yours going well! I'm just saying, once the dust settles, you'd better put a ring on that girl!

Xander: Are you meddling in my relationship so we don't have to keep talking about the will?

Hilary: Well, I do have something important to talk to you about. Before they passed, Mom and Dad were telling me about an idea for business venture they had.

Xander: They already have a food monopoly in Tartosa.

Hilary: Yes, but they never had a bar.

Hilary: I would have always inherited the restaurant, because I'm a chef. But they wanted you to pursue your dream as well.

Xander: I am though?

Hilary: That bar area at the restaurant is too small. Mom and Dad wanted you to have your own place for your passion, like they did.

Xander: Mom and Dad wanted me to put me in charge of a bar?

Hilary: They always loved your passion for mixology. They put the money aside dedicated to starting a bar here in Tartosa. They even picked out a plot of land.

Xander: This is a lot, sis.

Hilary: If you don't think you're ready, we can always wait. But just know, I'll be there to help you. I've got plenty of business experience from my years shadowing Mom and Dad. I've got your back, whatever decision you make.

Xander: Wow. Thank you, Hilary.

Whatever the future holds for Xander's career, he knows Hilary will always be in his corner.

Hilary's life as a Laurent may be over, but it feels good to be a Pappas again.

Hilary has to go to the restaurant and Xander doesn't exactly have much else going on (I really need to get him some kind of hobby besides mixology), so he makes some falafel for the kids and listens to Greta vent. The divorce is rough enough, but some random half-sibling? Ew.

Jace joins them and Greta changes up her attitude real quick.

Jace: Are you guys talking about the baby?

Greta: Oh, uh, yeah. How you feelin' about it, twerp? Excited to be a big brother?

Jace: I guess. It's weird Mom isn't the mom though.

Greta: Being a big sibling is fun! You can make them do your bidding!

Jace: Does that mean I can hog the bathroom every morning like you?

Greta: Brutal! You've already got that big sib teasing down!

Greta's always looking out for her little brother. She's so much like her mom.

Before heading back to Ophelia's he decides to make a treat for his Lemon Cake: a lemon cake!

Look how proud he is. His mom would be so happy to know he's been getting into cooking and baking more.

Xander beats Ophelia home, but only by a little bit.

Xander: There you are! Where did you go?

Ophelia: Omari suggested going on mental health walks, and I ended up in another save somehow. I dunno, it was nice being somewhere Hector doesn't exist. But hey, I made a new friend!

Xander: Well you're not allowed to go to another save file permanently. Not without me.

Ophelia: Wouldn't dream of it. We're a package deal. That's what I told Marcie! How'd things go with Hilary?

Xander: Great. In fact, we talked about something I wanted to talk to you about.

Xander: Greta's going to take my room.

Ophelia: The one you've barely slept in the past few weeks?

Xander: Yeah. I was thinking we should make our current living arrangement permanent.

Ophelia: I'll have to talk to Marshmallow, but I for one definitely agree.

Xander pulls Ophelia in for a kiss outside the front door of her home, the place that they initiated their first night together. Now it's their home.

As the great and wise poet Bo Burnham once said, look at where they came from, look at them now.

[kuroneko1815]

Another not spoiler for ‘of Magic and Dragon Blood’ Chapter 2

Gag scene for the part where Grandma Iris explains that Callisto has always had someone from the family by his side and presents Cedric.

Callisto: We’re related? Since when?

Cedric: Since conception. That’s how blood relations work, Your Highness.

Callisto looks sceptical as he eyes Cedric up and down: But you’re not particularly tall.

Cedric: You’re just a freakishly tall monster.

Callisto: You’re not bloodthirsty.

Cedric: Sane people aren’t bloodthirsty.

Callisto: You like paperwork.

Cedric: I don’t. I really don’t. But someone has to do the work.

In the background, Grandma Iris tears up at seeing the ‘boys’ getting along. Grandpa Nick pats her comfortingly and tells her that he’s just as happy. To the side, Uncle Georgie, who’s been saving up and brainstorming things he’d do with Callisto since his sister died, brings out a bunch of toys that were more for little children.

On the other side of the room, The Emperor nods along as he also watches the ‘touching’ scene.

And farther away, standing in a black hole, The Duke and Penelope just stare in horror at the whole thing before glancing at one another with the same expression on their face as they think the same thing, WTF?

Like how do you imagine Callisto would react to finding out that Cedric, his constant companion for years, is actually his secret cousin?

[moonieamv]

Those Anime Moments 7

Thought it was about time for a new edition to the Those Anime Moments AMV series. For this video, I decided to once again go for the loop theme. If you enjoy this, be sure to check out the other volumes in this series and of course other AMVs on my channel. Thank you!

Music: Final Fantasy VIII "Dancefloorphans" by Pixel Pirates from OverClocked ReMix

Anime sources: Frieren: Beyond Journey's End A Terrified Teacher at Ghoul School! Sentai Red Isekai de Boukensha ni Naru 2.5 Dimensional Seduction Alya Sometimes Hides Her Feelings in Russian Acro Trip Blue Box Dragon Ball Z Dandadan Tying the Knot with an Amagami Sister Haganai I Don`t Have Many Friends Loner Life in Another World Jellyfish Can't Swim in the Night Grandpa and Grandma Turn Young Again Kaiju No. 8 Ron Kamonohashi's Forbidden Deductions 365 Days to the Wedding You Are Ms. Servant. Kinokoinu Mushroom Pup Komi Can't Communicate Witch Watch Middle-Aged Man's Noble Daughter Reincarnation Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon? V KonoSuba – God’s blessing on this wonderful world My Deer Friend Nokotan Narenare -Cheer for You!- Too Many Losing Heroines! Mayonaka Punch Let This Grieving Soul Retire Love Live! Superstar!! Season 3 Plus-Sized Elf Puniru is a Kawaii Slime Pseudo Harem The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really Love You I'll Become a Villainess Who Goes Down in History Blue Lock 2nd Season The Café Terrace and Its Goddesses Spy Classroom Mechanical Arms The Duke of Death and His Maid Vermeil in Gold TsumaSho VTuber Legend - How I Went Viral After Forgetting to Turn Off My Stream Wonderful Precure! The Elusive Samurai Mission: Yozakura Family Fairy Tail: 100 Years Quest How I Attended an All-Guy's Mixer Sword Art Online Alternative Gun Gale Online S2

[darthkieduss]

My family have got messed up priorities

My mother had messed up priorities when I was a kid. She did not give an iota of fucks if I was watching some of the most violent movies like The Patriot, Pearl Harbor or Saving Private Ryan or the most graphic 1st Person Shooter video games like Call of Duty and Medal of Honor.

but GOD FORBID THERE BE SOME TITTIES IN THERE!!!

Cussing? As long as I didn't utter the same words, she didn't care. Violence and bloodshed? Eh, "you watch mostly history anyway".

An ounce of cleavage? THE SOUTHERN BAPTIST ASS WHOOPING MA AWAKENS!

Mind you, I was 8 when Pearl Harbor came out and I saw Titanic on VHS that same year (i'm dating myself with that reference XD) Ma didn't care that I watched a movie where 1,750 people froze to death in the Atlantic Ocean but flipped her shit when Kate Winslet got topless. tho as a lifetime sketch artist I did draw the drawing scene so i didn't do myself any favors. Ma set the drawing on fire in the backyard. That's how religious she is. (note I didn't say was...)

She was fine with Sean William Scott cussing his mouth off on the 2005 Dukes of Hazzard but covered my 12 year old eyes up when the college dorm scene involved a topless girl. Ma... it's boobs... By then, I'd seen em before on the computer her parents got me. And trust me, I'm thankful to have been raised by my mother than my grandmother. I love my grandma but OH MY GOD, grandma is stricter than my mother. My mother actually let me watch the Harry Potter movies because she checked it out and deduced since it was just fiction, it was okay. She said it was no different than me watching Star Wars which has supernatural powers AND actual witchcraft (Nightsister witches and even Sith magic). Grandma never yelled at me or my mother, thanks to grandpa's influence, but when she saw the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows book (i was... i wanna say 14?) she gave my mom the riot act without even raising her voice. Grandma never smokes or drinks. Never had a sip in her life, not even at her wedding. She's sweet but omg is she stricter than mom.

Mom thinks any actor who plays a demon or devil is not someone I should met. I met Mark Pellegrino and Mark Sheppard (Lucifer and Crowley, respectively in Supernatural) at some Cons last year and mom told me I should "avoid people who associate with Satan." My dad, still married to her, just rolls her eyes to this. If you're wondering about my father, he's... agnostic at most. I saw him watching a documentary about the Bible, he said "this might have happened". I asked dad if he believed in God. He shrugged and went "I don't know, son. I've seen things I can't explain but it's not worth giving a shit about honestly." So my dad is a stereotypical right-wing baby boomer, but not a religious nut.

Like my dad is a Confederate flag waving racist, but he never intervened when he would see me date a Latina or black girl. He just gave a look that told me he didn't approve.

[da-man-si]

True. So far, I don’t think the new family is malicious. Some might be getting bad vibes from them because the Grandma is excessively favouring of Mingzhu and Ting, and why wouldn’t she be? As Duke Ying told Yining, the grandpa died a long time ago, the Duke was almost always out on battlefields all his life, so only Mingzhu and Ting were with Grandma. Consequently, those two have become spoiled brats, grandma’s spoiled brats. Grandma, Mingzhu and Ting are a unit and even Duke Ying isn’t included in this unit of theirs, so they are obviously unwilling to let Yining, a total stranger, in their group as well. And that’s fine because that’s how normal human behaviour is.

What would’ve been alarming to me is if they all were friendly and welcoming of Yining from the get go like what are you people hiding and why is the door to the basement always locked.

FWIW, I do not blame Yining's birth fam minus the duke (granny, adopted sister, half brother) not being super excited about Yining and having frictions. They don't know her, she doesn't fit (they have their own ideas and she has hers) and she's not warm to them (utterly understandable but that means they don't view her warmly either; yes she's not warm to the duke either but he's excited because of para below.)

The duke may be excited to have a legitimate daughter (and there is some guilt and the fact that she's fully adult so he doesn't have to raise her) AND a living memorial to his youthful love but for the rest of them, this is a stranger-intruder who they lived fine without.

This is a drama so who knows how this goes, but in RL, they'd honestly never be close to her and vice versa, not ever.

[bitchinbarzal]

Bug asking someone where babies com from👀

I picture her being one of those kids that just say “but why” all the time

She is one million percent a ‘but why’ kid

it’s when blu is coming along and everyone’s like you excited for another baby? And she’s like

“Where do babies come from? How did it get in your belly?” then everyone is like 😨

and there are varying ways people explain it

Grandma and Grandpa go with the stork thing

You guys try and explain the real thing as PG as possible while leaving out the details

Luke and his friends are a whole different breed. Totally not PG.

“Mama, dylan told me how babies are really made”

“He did, huh?”

“Yep he said when two people or even more-“

“Ok, woah no I’m going to speak to Duke you don’t repeat that to anyone especially grandma or she’ll have an aneurysm”

[666mistyday]

Batfam Headcanons pt. 9

They all are really smart like book smart, street smart and everything in between yes all of that, they're big brained bitches but they all enjoy garbage tv once in a while, sometimes your brain needs to rest and their brain cells enjoy taking a break so they be watching keeping up the the kardashians, all of the tlc shows, every shitty reality tv show they can binge watch on their free time.

Bruce has this annoying trait; if he sees any of the kids wearing something remotely a little too often he buys it for himself. Jason's favorite brown leather jacket, boom Bruce bought one that almost looks the same. Dick came to the manor one day with this aviator Ray-Bans, Bruce was spotted wearing the same pair later that week. Tim's favorite winter coat? Now Bruce has it in two different colors. Cass' air pods? Bruce got new ones (also kinda Wayne enterprises has their own). Steph uses crocs all the time so now Bruce has a pair. Duke started wearing a beanie and Bruce had to got his own. Damian's doc martens (the vegan ones of course) Bruce bought his own pair, now this ones hurt a bit but he just wants to be a cool dad (that also thinks his kids look super cool and wants them to relate to him)

Alfred makes a killer milkshake, anything sweet he could turn into a milkshake and it will taste delicious

We have to establish once again that every member can manage how to cook but Alfred being Alfred is the best at doing so, the closest second is Jason. This being said Alf is more like a classic recipes, confort foods, fancy stuff and just imagine a five star restaurant Alfred can make it. He will get a little offended if the kids ask him to do more out of the box recipes but if asked nicely he could give it a try. Jason on the other hand can do almost the same things as Alfred after all he learned from him, but Jason kinda doesn't give a shit and gets more experimental on the kitchen, if bribed enough by his siblings he will do the most unhinged recipes they can find but there's only one condition; they will eat everything despite if its good or not, no wasted food in this household.

They have a family crest. Everyone has a piece of jewelry with the crest on it, they're very discreet. Bruce and Duke have a watch. Dick has a bracelet. Jason has his grandpa's ring. Damian has a necklace. Cass has her grandma's broche. Tim has a pocket watch.

Cass is lactose intolerant and Tim has a peanut allergy.

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios University

“When I grow up, I want to be a fire fighter. That and a rock star. I’m going to have my own band.”

Theo resumed holding court in the play area as soon as he’d seen his father leave. He knew some of the kids from school, but a few of them attended the fancy school his father had attended years ago and were unfamiliar to him. Once the other kids had seen what magic he was capable of, Theo was immediately showered with attention, which was still a new experience for him.

“I want to be a violinist,” one of the sisters replied. “I take lessons now and I really like it.”

“You know Dad wants us all to be witches when we grow up,” the dark haired girl said. “You don’t go to witch school now, but you know he wants you to transfer someday.”

“The demon queen probably wants me to work for her someday,” Theo sympathized. “I’ll have to fit her in around the fire fighting. I really like fires.”

“I don’t think that fire fighters are supposed to like fires,” the red haired sister pointed out. “They want to put them out.”

“I’m going to head back to the castle. Keep an eye on the kids,” Abe called out, stepping into the car Maura had sent for him. “I need a proper nap and to sign some forms for the crown to release the money we need to book a caterer for the wedding. Make sure that Theo doesn’t burn the place down while I’m gone.”

“Well, if it isn’t my arranged husband. I’ve been looking for you.”

Roman turned around, curious to see who was comfortable enough to make a joke like that in the presence of Ulyssa.

“I’m sorry, I can’t remember your name,” he said diplomatically. “Did we go to school together?”

The man laughed and shoved Roman playfully.

“Your grandfather tried to marry you off to me a long time ago,” he explained. “My sister regrettably declined the offer, though I bet she would have reconsidered if she knew that you’d grow up to be this handsome.”

Roman blushed at the compliment, suddenly glad that Abe had gone back to the castle.

“Ah, the straight prince,” he replied, trying to project an image that was friendly, but unavailable. “It’s been awhile. We had math class together, right?”

“Well, I may have learned some things about myself in college that challenged the idea that I was straight,” he confessed. “And yeah, we had math together. It’s Ben. Ben Siew. Prince Ben Siew in fact, despite my sister abdicating the throne to Claudia. It’s a useless title with no money or land to back it up, but it’s higher than a duke, if you ever feel like trading up your current title.”

I think my grandfather is spinning in his mausoleum to hear a pick up line like that. All of these rich, titled people want me, and I only want Abe. The prince Grandpa wanted me to marry is all but throwing himself at me, and I’m turning him down. If he were still alive, I’d bet that he’d help Grandma kill another Abe just to get him out of the picture.

“I’m engaged, actually,” Roman replied, displaying the ring on his finger proudly. “I’m marrying Theo’s father and we’re having another kid, so I’m afraid that I’m going to have to decline your offer.”

Ben smiled, a response that Roman hadn’t been prepared for.

“Yeah, I heard. Well, if you ever break up, or you two ever want to hang out, I’m easy to get in contact with. But I imagine you’d hook up with Claudia over me anyway. You don’t look like you’re engaged when she’s around.”

“I’d disagree with that,” Roman said as politely as he could. “Her Majesty and I are just friends, nothing more. She’s invited to my wedding too, just like my other ex, Ulyssa. I appreciate the offer though.”

“What game are you playing, Bellamy?”

Ulyssa glanced over her shoulder, trying to look disinterested in the conversation Roman was having with an extremely interested foreign prince. She was still trying to distance herself from the annoying man still rambling on about some religious based program for kids he was running, but she had the distinct impression that her previous wish for Roman drama had been granted.

That’s that jerk Maura dated for awhile. He’s got to be sniffing around Roman as some kind of payback for me stealing his girlfriend. Which, I mean, isn’t even true. Maura chose me all on her own. But why else would he be interested in Roman? The man never shuts up about Abe, and the few times he does, he’s talking about Adrian. He’s got four kids and he’s nothing special in bed, why is everyone obsessed with him? Is it a demonic thing? It has to be a demonic thing.

“Excuse me,” she said quickly and bolted her way towards Roman.

When I asked for drama, I didn’t mean this.

“Our band is going to be amazing!” Theo gushed, as he sat down to play a very expensive looking piano.

His group of followers seemed just as excited as he was to hear him play. The only problem was that he didn’t know how to play anything. He’d fooled around with the piano at Grandma’s house, but he’d never received any lessons before. As soon as his fingers hit the keys, Theo felt a rush of excitement. All of these kids wanted to hear him play. It was a baby step closer to being a famous rock star. Everyone started somewhere after all.

“Theod-Uh, Theodore, stop that before you break something,” Roman called, catching himself before he shouted out Theo’s birth name in front of a group of magic users. That was a lecture he didn’t want to repeat with an angry demonic sovereign. It was becoming something of a game for him and Abe to think of some other name that began with Theo to shout out instead.

“Your kid is...enthusiastic,” Ben murmured, trying to be discreet with his attempts to cover his ears. “Has he been taking lessons?”

Ulyssa fumed at Ben’s reaction, trying to figure out what he could possibly want with Roman.

He’s obsessed with Roman! How badly does this guy want to sleep with him for him to stick around and listen to this noise? I have to bring this up with Maura, there’s no way he’s this interested in an engaged father of soon to be four. Whatever this is, I don’t believe a word of it.

“Hey, Roman,” she called out, all but shoving herself between Roman and her wife’s ex. “Why don’t you go back to the castle with Abe? He’s pregnant, so you should be taking care of him. Maybe you can work on your wedding plans together. Actually, I’ll go with you. That way I know you’ve made it back to him okay. I wouldn’t want you to get lost or confused, even though your dead husband probably showed you how to get to the castle before. Hey, Ben, did you need a lift back to Pleasantview? I can send someone to take you home; I know you’re not from around here.”

“Uh-”

 Ulyssa dragged Roman by the wrist into another room before the stunned prince could even respond.

“Look, Bellamy,” she hissed. “I’m not going to stand here and watch you get taken in by an asshole with a fancy title. I know you’re smarter than that. For once could you just think without your dick?”

“I was just minding my own business!” Roman protested, crossing his arms defensively. “It’s not like I’m going home with him. We were just talking! You’re paranoid over nothing.”

“No, you’re losing your focus,” she replied. “You’re getting complacent, which is a dangerous thing to do. Your father was murdered. Your son nearly combusted with magical potential and has the leader of the demons watching him intently. You are getting married in a ceremony endorsed by the queen of this country when a small minority of people think you had something to do with Adrian’s mysterious death. You’re smarter than this. The Roman who saw his mother do terrible things to the people he loves is smarter than this.”

Roman was silent for what felt like an eternity to Ulyssa. She never knew if the old cocky Roman would emerge and bicker with her, or if she’d see the devastated mess he’d become in the wake of Adrian’s death and Abe’s betrayal. It was always difficult to guess what emotion would win out when Roman was in crisis. At least if he tried running away, she could easily use magic to follow him, but he wasn’t likely to run when Theo was here playing with the other children.

“You’re right,” he sighed, allowing Ulyssa to reconsider her next words. “I’m too focused on Abe and the kids to think about schemes against me. I should be thinking about the danger that seems to follow me around. I haven’t bothered reviewing my security footage for this week and I could always buy-”

“Let’s not get too crazy,” Ulyssa interrupted quickly. If she allowed Roman to spiral with worry, she’d be getting angry messages from Abe for weeks. “Just think twice about penniless princes who want to immediately run to bed with an engaged father, okay? I’m sure that there’s no demonic plot he’s following, so don’t even consider that possibility. Just think about Jolanda back home.”

“Jolanda?”

“If you can picture her pitching something similar to you, maybe don’t trust what the person’s saying. It’s not always some grand scheme cooked up by Dorhack or your mother. There are a lot of shitty people out there.”

Roman pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed again.

“I’m going to go hang out with Abe, if you don’t mind watching Theo and making sure that he’s not breaking an expensive piano. I just...I just need a break from this.”

Ulyssa smiled softly and nodded.

“Of course. I think I can manage to keep Junior out of trouble for awhile.”