#i could show the full thing w the dead dad

[bittwitchy]

[shurisgf]

SERIOUSLY? — A. ARETAS ✩

ೃ⁀➷ SUMMARY; in which , you and armando get into an argument. | FEAT. Armando Aretas x POC!fem!reader | TROPE established relationship | FORMAT oneshot | GENRE angst | WARNINGS none | NOTES id be scared to get into it w him nolie

12:01 AM

Pissed was an understatement for how you felt. Tonight was the night of a big event that was important to you. You and Armando had been planning outfits for weeks prior to this event, but at the last minute he texted you saying, “Lo siento mamá, can’t make it tonight.” No explanation or anything. To which you very angrily responded, “Are you serious, Armando? I’m literally already at the event.” No response. He left you to fend for yourself in a room full of high-class people that you don’t even know, for several hours. So here you were, driving to Armando’s apartment at midnight with no cares in the world.

As you stormed to his apartment door, you knocked angrily, part of you still pissed off, and the other, worried if he’s okay. As soon as he opened the door he sighed, he could tell that you were upset. You walked inside and he closed and locked the door behind you, situating your purse and things on the counter as you stood there staring at him in disbelief. “So you’re sighing cause you know you fucked up right? Big time.” You finally spoke up, your voice cutting through the dead silent room.

“Bebé-“

“No, don’t ‘babe’ me Armando! You knew that this event was important to me and you blew it. For what?” Your voice cracked, signaling to Armando that he really did fuck up. He hates seeing you cry, and being the one causing your emotion was a whole different ballpark. He walked towards you, trying to hold you, but you rejected his advances. “Don’t touch me please.” Your eyes welled with tears threatening to fall. You looked up at him, “Why?”

“They needed me at the station, it took longer than expected-“ He saw you scoff and roll your eyes as you tried to keep your composure.

“I’m so sorry mamá, I know this event was important to you.” He tried to caress your arms again, in some sort of attempt to comfort you before you started to cry, but it didn’t work, because tears were already falling. “mamá no llores,” He took the sleeve of the hoodie he was wearing and wiped some of the tears off of your face.

“You knew this was important, and you blew it off to go hang out with Marcus and your dad at the station? Are you kidding?” Your voice was scarily calm now, and he had no idea of what to say to you.

“I need air,” you shrugged his arms off of you and grabbed your things, he tried to hold your arm as you walked away, but you snatched it back and kept it pushing. Unlocking the front door and opening it before stepping out. “Bebé-“ Armando watched as you walked out of the door, not turning back. Wondering how on earth he was going to fix this. He walked out of the door behind you, knowing that he could catch up easily, you were much shorter than him, so one step for you was like ten steps for him. “Bebé, c’mere,” he spoke, still walking behind you in the hallway of his apartment complex. You stopped and turned around looking defeated, your makeup was ruined, mascara smudged all over the place, your eyes tinted a little red. He couldn’t stand the sight of seeing you this way. Especially when he’s the one who hurt your feelings. As your partner it’s his job to protect you from being hurt, and instead, he caused it, which didn’t sit well with him. “C’mere,” he motioned for you to come toward him, and you did, because despite how you felt, you still loved him. You walked right into his arms, crying into his chest as he rubbed your back, letting you know that he was there. In a world full of uncertainty, he was your constant. “I deeply apologize, princesa. Work got in the way and it won’t happen again. You always show up for me, and I’m promising you now, that I will do the same. Te amo mucho, eres mi todo y duele verte llorar por mi culpa.” He spoke gently, placing a soft kiss on your head, still rubbing your back.

“I forgive you, and I love you too.“ You mumbled into his chest.

“I think I got makeup on your shirt.” You sniffled, looking up at him as he chuckled lightly.

“It’s all good baby.” He placed a peck on your lips and pulled you into his arms once again.

GLOSSARY !

Lo siento mamá — I’m sorry mama.

Bebé — Babe.

Princesa — Princess.

Te amo mucho, eres mi todo y duele verte llorar por mi culpa. — I love you so much, you’re my everything. It hurts to see you crying because of me.

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[thewriterg]

𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭

pairing(s): earth 42! Miles Morales x fem!reader, Miles Morales x poc!reader

summary: Overworked and burnt out was an understatement everything was going so well with your internship until you were forced with schedule you could barely handle and Miles is there to take pressure off your shoulders

word count: 1.1k+

request: hi! if requests are open can i pls get one w earth 42 miles who he’s comforting after a long shift they had??

warning(s): Miles is about 18 senior in this, rusty spanish, reader is ready to drop dead, mentions of blood work, child labor?, pet names, kisses, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @lekeyeh24 & @jthmstims—

You stood outside the door of your apartment taking your badge and putting it against the door when you didn’t hear the usual ‘click’ you did it once more the line of thin rope it was on from the retractable keychain until you finally noticed you were home

It was very rare to get the internship you got as high schooler you’d been hoping for since your freshman year and when you application got accepted to work in a phlebotomy lab to get your CPT and make very decent money to be a senior you along with everyone who knew you personally was ecstatic

Your mom and dad had threw a celebration party on your rooftop inviting a few good friends, family members, and of course Rio and Miles the boy couldn’t be more proud of you showing you with more than enough gifts to last you until holiday season

The sudden urge to bash your head against the door was very prominent as you realized you were home and not at the lab as you fished through one of your many unnecessarily full bags to grab your keys unlocking your door one of the biggest gifts Miles gifted you had been the apartment he saw you looking at over your shoulder one day switching between the housing app and your Pinterest board for home inspiration

You deemed the second biggest gift both of your parents allowing you to move in together as high school seniors even if you were legally adults

But thankfully Rio and your parents agreed after much pleading and convincing that it would be a good thing for the both of you and the start of your adulthood even if they threatened you with everything under the sun if you made them grandparents

As you entered your home Miles was up from his position on the couch taking your bags from your hands and arms scolding you as he shut the door from behind you with a grunt

“¿Por qué no me llamaste? Te hubiera ayudado. Give me these” You would gladly let him knock himself out as you took off your work shoes which were just an older pair of Jordans beside the door not having enough energy to put them on the rack before going to sit down on your couch you just needed to sit for a few minutes

You suddenly were aware that your scrubs were on your brand new couch causing you to groan before you put your head in your hands screaming at yourself internally to disinfect the whole thing when you were to get up

“What’s wrong mi vida? Nah uh uh, we’re not doing that, what’s wrong with my baby?” He crouched in front of you now his hands were on your arms his braids falling to his shoulders dismissing the excuse as you hit him with the ‘nothings wrong’

“Its just hard handling school and work and then the family is still up on me about the move and making sure I finish school I’m just ready to quit” Miles knew you weren’t just talking about your new job or school he’d liked to think of himself as a bit brighter than that as he rubbed his hands up and down your arms

“This is our last year, I know you’re gonna finish out strong ‘cause that’s just you. You’ll complain and whine ‘bout it but I know you’ll find a solution to… accommodate everything. Eres súper mujer mami” Miles stated carefully trying his hardest to not come of too insensitive never taking his hands off you before you finally uncovered your face he was quick to wipe under your eye before a tear could escape it muttering something below his breath that you barely caught

“Too pretty to be cryin’ over this shit”

“And tell them to lay off you ‘fore I have to come up there and kick somebody ass” That caused a chuckle to slip past your lips while Miles face broke into a beginning of a small smile

“Go get in the shower aight’? I got the rest.” You sighed before coming to a stand Miles did the same giving you space to move around the half decorated unfinished living room giving you creative freedom to do whatever the hell it was you wanted to the apartment with a simple ‘you do you princesa’

The toffee skinned boy began to order takeout over his phone as you walked further into your home not wanting to worry yourself with cooking anything for the either of you making sure to add a little extra of everything when he heard the water turn on he grabbed his car keys out of the bowl that sat by the door on the decorative table before slipping out the house into the streets of New York

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Miles wasn’t the least bit of surprised when he heard the water still running as he returned to your home he made the run as a quick as he could in New York traffic one hand full with two Chinese takeout bags and another with some of your favorite flowers trying to make sure not to crush them as entered through the door

He sat down the flowers on the dining room table before unloading all of the food from the bags and sitting it on one of the trays you had got on a trip to the thrift store and when he questioned what the hell the wooden mini trays were for he was in for an ear full that summed up one statement

“When we’re not eating at the table nobody’s fucking up my couch”

“Oh Miles” Fifteen minutes later you we’re finally out the shower treading back to the living room before you were stopped in awe looking around your living room some of the candles that were placed in various places were now lit, there was food on the table, Corpse Bride one of your favorite movies was paused at the beginning on the Tv, and your boyfriend stood presenting flowers in his hand to you

Without another word you pressed a kiss to his plump lips before engulfing him which he returned with a small chuckle pressing a kiss to your forehead

“Haré cualquier cosa por ti eres mi mundo lo sabes” He pressed one more kiss to your hairline before he urged you to sit making a mental note to put the flowers in a vase as you both made your way to your couch you picked up one of to go boxed along with a pair of chopsticks that Miles didn’t know how the hell you ate with before playing the movie

A little while later You looked up to see the boy beginning to massage your legs and feet as you went to protest about him needing to eat he brushed you off shushing you

“Let me take care of you mami” And so you did

💌💌💌💌

short and sweet domestic earth 42 Miles because I said so 🙀

I’ve deleted like 90% of request from my request from my request inbox

I just need a little creative freedom right now

you’re still welcome to request because I will get to it eventually just not as fast 😊

stay safe writers!

[rzyraffek]

Platonic yandere yautja x child reader if u seen my pride um I recommend it the scene where cub nothing attacks a full grown lion but for this child reader was attacked while with a group of pups and was able to kill a xenomorph with a spear through the head

King i love you but please use punctuation😭

If I understood you correctly, you want dad yautja with kid who managed to kill xenomorph with other yautja pups? I hope I understand that right👽😊

I used y/n for kid cuz its easier to write that way, plus i used they/them!

Yautja dad with human kid (they whooped xenomorph)

First of all "WHERE WERE YOU, WITH WHO, WHY YOU BEEN OUTSIDE FOR SO LONG, I TOLD YOU NOT TO HANG OUT WITH OTHER PUPS SO MUCH, WHY DIDINT YOU TELL ME, I WAS SO WORRIED OMG" typical controlling/overprotective perent questions🥱

Dude litteraly banned them from going outside for good month or two

I mean yeah cool cool you- YOU WHAT??? YOU KILLED WHO? W- WHAT

Dude needs proof

But if he saw y/n with yautja pups acually killing that thing? Hes proud and dead at the same time. Like omg yay my baby killed something yay⭐but at the same time OH MY STARS YOU COULD DIE SO MANY TIMES

Hangs xeno head in middle of livingroom so everyone that walks in sees it😊 he is a proud dad

But it doesnt change the fact that you litteraly can't go outside without him around

He also kinda dislikes y/n friends??? Like "ugh really kid? You are hanging out with those bab troublesome pups? You know you can do better? Just stay with me"

Hes jelous and upset that first hunt kid had was with their friends, not him😭

Everytime you guys hang out with other yautjas he gives y/n's friends a death stare

Of course hes proud that his lil baby menaged to hunt down A FUCKING XENOMORPH, he will purr. The issue is that he cant help but imagine what could happen.

Heres little extra, i never write this type of stuff but im bored atm. Tw toxic behaviour?:

Y/n wanted to show off what they hunted with their friends, but the corpse too heavy to carry, so kid just goes to their home, walks up to their dad and tells him that they have gift for him but its outside. They grab his hand and lead him outside, he didnt expect few young yautjas poking dead xenomorph in his backyard for sure. He yells that they should stay away and he pulls put his weapon. He has so many questions all starting with "why", "how" and "when"???

After making sure that the thing is dead and his child didnt suffer any wounds he turns to other pups and starts scolding them, how dumb they are to bring a human pup on a hunt?? Dont they know how dangerous it is.

He would probably yell at them forever if not y/n stepping in and trying to explain that y/n was acually attacked and pups helped, yautjas wanted only good. He kinda didn't expect that, you? His own kid? Stepping in and protecting other people from him? He should be the one viewed as the one whos right and the one you always go for advice! So yeah he didnt take that well. Of course he tried to keep cool around those young hunters but o my god after they went away? Omg expect a lot of offended and angry dad behaviour, he gives them silent treatment for few days or is just simply passive agressive

After all y/n just wanted to feel like rest of their friends. And ironically enough the only one treating y/n like human is her own dad

[ilovechuuy4]

My Baby Here on Earth, Showed Me What My Heart Was Worth. So, when it Comes to be My Turn Could You Shine it Down Here for Her? ✧.*

Girl Dad!Boothill

Warnings; none!!

A\N; the number of times i see that boothill was canonically a girl dad w/ an adoptive daughter breaks my heart. Cause he didn't even get to watch her grow up it makes me cry so hard every damn time. (Boothill watched his daughter’s life be taken in front of his own eyes when his planet was nuked. She had just started to walk he didn't even have the time to make a gravestone cause of the IPC demolishing the entire planet 🙁) BUT ANYWAYS ENJOY THIS UNTIL I POST REQUESTS. (D/N is daughters name)

Headcanonsˏˋ°•*⁀➷

• He adores his daughter; he's doing anything and everything she wants even if it means he's dressed in a princess outfit.

• Boothill always, I mean always reads his daughter a bedtime story before she falls asleep and sometimes, he falls asleep with her.

• Despite Boothill being a 'robot' or having mechanical body parts, his daughter still loves to take marker and stickers to the metal and draw doodles / put stickers on him.

• Daddy daughter dates / dances are Boothill's entire thing. He's not going to miss the chance to go to his kid's school for a fun dance. He also takes his daughter on multiple fun 'dates' and outings

• 'Competitive' game nights with each other. Playing player against player games with his daughter and purposely loosing so she can be happy.

• Boothill isn't a strict father, but he does have his rules such; as no sugar before dinner (obviously), schoolwork before screen time, no cursing until a specific age etc.

• When his daughter was getting her ears pierced, she got scared so he got his pierced with her, so she wasn't as scared and now they wear matching earrings.

Scenarioೃ⁀➷

There Boothill sat, in the couch that rest dead center of the living room. His little girl sitting on one of his legs, his right arm draped over her as she drew on his metal arm with paint pens. Small doodles with fun colors, the paint pens were scattered on a little tray that always lays in the man's lap along with multiple sticker sheets. There was a soft smile on his face as he watched her color in her doodles. Her tongue stuck out from between her teeth as she focused on staying inside the lines.

He chuckles softly, adjusting his position for something more comfortable for the two of them. "You're not hungry yet, munchkin?" He asked, his southern accent overlapping his words as he glances down at his rainbow-colored arm and then at her. "Not really papa. But goldfish do sound good." She murmurs, not taking her eyes off her drawing.

He smiles, his hand rubbing her back gently. "Alright then, let's go get you some goldfish, baby doll." He said, gently removing the tray of stickers and markers before standing up, her in his arms. He struts over to the kitchen, placing D/N onto the counter as he gets out a bowl to pour the goldfish in. He opens the cabinet where there was the Holy Trinity of all sorts of Goldfish.

There was the rainbow colored ones that were supposed to be all the same taste, but his daughter insisted they tasted different. Pizza goldfish, cupcake goldfish, double chedder goldfish, s'mores goldfish and more. It was like the entire cabinet was full of them but it really wasn't, he just knew that his little girl liked them so much. "Which type do you want?" He asked her, he watched as she pondered her answer.

"The rainbow goldfish!" She said with a bright smile, watching as her dad grabs a the bag of goldfish and poured her some. "Eat up, munchkin." He said, placing the bowl beside her on the counter. She smiled as she starts eating them, she glances at her papa with a bright smile, her mouth slightly full of goldfish. "I love you, papa!" She said all giggly. "I love you too, sweetheart." Boothill says with a soft smile, gently kissing her forehead.

[biblio-smia]

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[crow-hoards-things]

The Bad Batch Series Finale

FULL DISCLOSURE: This is a vent post. I’m angry and hurt. After I get this out of my system I’ll be more open to discussing the positives of the episode.

Warnings: Ranting, Spoilers

Hooo boy. Okay. I am… less than satisfied?

Quick rundown since I haven’t posted much of anything Bad Batch related: Tech is my favorite Batch member, immediately followed by Crosshair. I’m also a HUGE Republic Commando Nerd (read all the books, played the game, despised Bad Batch as a whole initially because I felt the commandos were being unfairly ignored, can sing + translate Vode An, etc.) and Scorch was my favorite Delta. The Bad Batch grew on me shortly after Season 1 finished up, and I immediately latched onto Tech when I began watching. He’s the reason I watched the first two seasons. (Crosshair + delusions about Tech were the combined force behind watching the final season)

NOW, onto my actual thoughts on the episode, in no semblance of order because my brain is still trying to process, Ft. Cry count:

• Wish Tech was here. He would’ve loved the Zillo being freed.

• “‘Cause I’d do the same thing” no you wouldn’t. Fives would’ve. The you I fell in love with would’ve yelled at Fives about it being a terrible idea and then promptly gone along with it anyway. That said it was a really cute moment and I loved his nonchalant little “come on” afterwards.

• C: “Echo or Omega?” W&H: “Omega” THEY KNOW THEIR GIRL SO WELL

• When Hemlock went to get the operatives I got excited thinking maybe, just maybe we’d get Tech back.

• CROSSHAIR LOST HIS FREAKING HAND!?!? WHAT THE HECK!?! I will never stop being salty about this. He’s been through enough. [Near Tears]

• Rampart sucks

• Nala Se got to blow stuff up and I appreciate that even if I don’t really like her

• I’m glad Wrecker’s okay. He had me scared for a bit. Hunter, conversely, never really did? He’s Omega’s Dad, he had to survive.

• Did anybody else see that one operative whose helmet seemingly had goggles built into it? We had a lingering shot on his helmet for a few seconds and they looked like a red version of Tech’s goggles.

• SCORCH IS DEAD AND YOU’D BETTER BELIEVE I’M MAD ABOUT IT! [First shedding of tears]

• HECK YEAH, HEMLOCK IS DEAD!!! [Tears of relief combined with grief over Scorch]

• I’m so glad Omega hugged Crosshair first. I fully expected her to just run to Hunter, and Crosshair needed that hug.

• Echo’s goodbye was disrespectful. 0/10. He’s family and they don’t even care that he’s leaving???

• SOMEONE IS MISSING FROM OUR NICE LITTLE GROUP SHOT!

• I never really got super invested in the dynamic between Omega and Hunter, but the ending between them was cute I guess.

• We were robbed. We could’ve gotten Crosshair and Wrecker as old men and we were robbed.

• Tech is dead. Like, seriously, really and truly, dead. As a delusional “Tech’s alive guys, trust me” fan, it feels like he just died all over again. I’ll talk more about this later because I’m not over it. [Que sob-fest]

alright, circling back around to my main gripes, in order of appearance:

#1. Scorch.

I hate how they handled him. At first when he showed up I got super excited. That was my boy! In the Bad Batch show!! He’s making an appearance!!! Maybe they’ll do something with the Delta boys!!

Even as the episodes went on and I started to suspect where his path was leading, I consistently would go “Scorch!!! <3” every episode, because that is my boy and I love him dearly.

The levels of offended I am on Scorch’s behalf are not within my ability to express with words. The complete and utter disrespect he was shown over his time on the show is appalling. Why bring him in if you’re going to drain him of all his personality, make him have zero plot relevance, and then murder him?! They could easily have made a new clone for that, as seen by the number of operatives who exist and got 0.5 minutes of screen time.

But no. They brought in a beloved character with 10 seconds of canonical screen time prior, stripped him of everything that made him lovable, didn’t even have him DO ANYTHING, and then murdered him. It feels like a spit in the face and a kick to the gut all at once.

I will mourn. I’ve already cried and I’ll probably cry again. But right now I’m angry and I think Scorch deserves to have people be angry about how he was treated.

#2. Tech

Yes. I admit to having been a “trust me guys, Tech’s alive” person. I will also admit that at the end of episode 13 I wanted him to stay dead because I had zero faith they could satisfactorily bring him back.

My gripe is not with him staying dead. Yes, it feels like losing him all over again. Yes, I will mourn him again. Yes. That sucks. It’s not what’s making me mad.

What makes me mad is how his death was handled.

• It served ZERO purpose narratively other than to up the stakes and make us worry about whether anyone else would die (Spoiler alert: They didn’t. Tech was the only one who died) • Nobody mourned him. No one seemed affected by his death at all. No one cared. I don’t care what anyone says, that will NEVER be okay. • The first actual mention of Tech *dying* was in the finale. Sure, we’ve had name drops and goggle appearances, but actually talking about what happened? One line. One. Freaking. Line.

I feel like I’ve been slapped in the face, you know? He deserved better and so did we. He was a part of that family and they couldn’t even be bothered to address the responses to his death. He was beloved by many of us and they couldn’t even respect him or his fans enough to treat his death like something to be mourned.

That’s wrong, no matter how you look at it.

[peppymintdreams]

Trip Down Memory Lane

Girl this story was suppose to be uploaded weeks ago I legitimately forgot to post this one my bad 😅 so I hope you enjoy what I wrote

Luca Pearce x Mc

Luca wiped his tears, chuckling. "But you know what that means now... at some point we need to start plan a wedding…and tell everyone," he said, his nose slightly pink from crying. The proposal had left his mind spinning.

“oh yeah Luca I feel like your parents are gonna whole heartedly cry,” they said laughing holding onto Luca, trying to keep them self from falling

“Oh, my parents are gonna cry for sure, both of them,” Luca agreed, smiling at the memory. “I mean, they love you. Remember when you met them for my birthday?"

Mc burst into more laughter. “Oh, yeah! They were so sweet, and OH MY GOD, when they pulled out the baby book! That had me dead!”

Luca groaned, covering his face. “Ugh, oh god, don’t remind me. I didn't think they’d whip out the baby book. They had everything prepared like they intentionally wanted to embarrass me in front of you! And they had me read the first story I ever wrote.”

“Well, that’s what parents do! You’re acting like they’re evil just for showing you in your purest, most innocent moments as a kid.”

Luca shook his head, laughing. “I mean they're great parents, and all but they really need to read the room. Well, seeing you all laugh together was worth it. I guess I can take some embarrassment if it means all of you getting closer.” He paused.

Mc gave him a reassuring smile. “Honestly, I think it’s kind of adorable. Not everyone’s parents are so proud that they keep every little thing like your first story.” They grinned. “It’s actually kind of amazing to see how much they love you.”

"Yeah and, because I’m their only child, I’m not surprised that they save everything."

As Luca recalled more about that day, Mc's thoughts drifted down memory lane, reliving the sweet and awkward moments of meeting his parents for the first time.

It was a bright, sunny afternoon when Luca and Mc arrived at his childhood home. The warmth of the sun did little to ease the nervous flutter in Mc’s stomach. Today was Luca’s birthday. BUT it was also the day Mc was meeting Luca’s parents for the first time. Luca had tried to calm their nerves on the drive over, but even his sweet reassurances couldn’t completely settle the anxiety of meeting the people who raised the love of their life.

As they pulled up to the house, Luca turned to his partner, his soft brown eyes full of warmth.

already the nerves started to bubble up again. Luca and Mc had been dating for over a year, but this was different. Today, they were heading to Luca’s home to meet his parents for the first time.

“You’ll be fine, I promise. You’ve got nothing to worry about,They’re gonna love you.” Luca said softly, squeezing their hand. Mc smiled, trying to believe him, though their palms were still clammy as they followed Luca to the front door.

Before they could answer, the front door flew open. Luca’s mom appeared with a huge grin, waving them over excitedly. “Luca! You’re here! Happy birthday my little chocolate bunny” she exclaimed, Mc barely had time to blink before Luca’s mom wrapped them in a warm hug too. “And this must be the lucky person we’ve heard so much about!”

Before they could even get a word in, Luca’s mom wrapped them in a warm embrace, immediately setting a tone of familiarity. “We’re so happy to finally meet you, Mc” she said, stepping back to beam at them.

Luca’s dad appeared in the doorway next, wiping his hands on a dish towel, his expression one of soft approval as he shook their hand. “It’s nice to put a face to the name,” he said, his voice kind and steady. “We’ve heard a lot of good things. Luca talks a lot about you, God!”

Luca blushed, glancing away with a sheepish smile. “I might’ve talked about you once or twice…”

Mc chuckled softly, face flushed a tinted pink, feeling a bit more at ease now.

“All wonderful things,” his mom beamed. “Now, come inside! We’ve been looking forward to this!”

Luca gave Mc a reassuring smile as they followed his mom inside. He greeted, walking over and shaking his son’s hand before turning to Mc. “It’s good to finally meet you,” he said with a firm handshake and a smile that was far less intimidating than expected. “It’s nice to meet you too…Mr…Pearce?” They said nervously, feeling their nerves creep in. Luca’s father let out a deep, good-natured chuckle. he said with a grin. “We’re all adults here, right? you don’t need to be so formal, you kids aren’t in highschool anymore “Also,” [Luca’s Dad’s Name] added with a playful smirk, “it might get awkward if you call me Mr. Pearce... especially if that’s what you’ll be calling my son one day, and it’ll be a part of your name.”

Mc blinked, taken aback. “Wait, what?”

[Luca’s Dad’s Name] chuckled, waving a hand. “Nothing, nothing. I’m just messing with you,” he said, laughing at their bewildered expression. “But who knows, right?” He said joking with them earning himself a good smack from his wife.

They laughed softly, a bit of the tension lifting. “Okay, [Luca’s Dad’s Name] . Sorry, just... I guess I’m a little nervous.”

The house smelled of something delicious cooking in the kitchen, and the living room was cozy, filled with framed pictures of Luca from different stages of his life. Mc’s gaze flicked from one to another: Luca in a Little bunny onesie, Luca blowing out birthday candles, Luca in his high school graduation gown.

Luca’s dad noticed their glances and chuckled. “Yep, his mom keeps every single photo.”

Luca’s mom playfully swatted him as she led them into the living room. “You should be proud of your memories,” she teased, pulling out a stack of albums from the bookshelf. “Speaking of, I thought it would be fun to show you a few of Luca’s greatest hits.”

“Oh god, Mom,” Luca groaned, but there was a smile tugging at his lips. Mc shot him an amused look as his mom flipped through the pages, showing them baby pictures and the occasional embarrassing childhood story.

“Come sit, sit!” Luca’s mom insisted, guiding them to the couch. “Luca, honey, help your dad with the food.”

As Luca walked into the kitchen with his dad, he glanced over his shoulder at Mc. They were already deep in conversation with his mom, and he couldn’t help but smile at how easily they fit into his world.

“So,” his dad started as he pulled open the oven to check on the dishes inside, “this is the one, huh?”

Luca blushed a little, grabbing a pair of oven mitts to help. “Yeah, Dad. They’re... they’re pretty special.”

His dad gave him a knowing look, setting the tray of roasted vegetables on the counter. “You’ve always been a bit of a closed book, Luca. But ever since you’ve been with them, you’ve opened up more. It’s nice to see.”

Luca shrugged, feeling a little bashful under his father’s gaze. “They make it easy, you know? I didn’t think it would feel this... right.”

His dad chuckled softly, reaching for the carving knife. “That’s how you know it’s the real deal. When it just feels natural, like you’ve found a piece of yourself you didn’t know was missing. But then again Luca and I are going to quote that show you said they loved watching "Your soulmate is your compliment, not your missing piece.” He said sounding super proud of himself

Luca nodded, watching as his dad expertly carved the roast. “I think they were more nervous than I was about today,” Luca admitted. “They kept asking if you and Mom would like them.”

“And what did you say?” his dad asked, glancing at him with a raised eyebrow.

Luca laughed. “I told them not to worry. That you’d love them.”

His dad paused for a moment, his expression softening. “You’re right. We already do. But it’s more than that, Luca. Your mom and I have always wanted you to find someone who sees you for who you are. Someone who cares about you the way you deserve.” He set the knife down, turning to face Luca. “And it’s clear that they do.”

Luca felt a wave of warmth in his chest. “They really do, Dad. And I... I love them.”

His dad placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m proud of you, son. You’ve grown into someone who knows what he wants, and you’ve found someone who makes you happy. That’s all your mom and I could ever ask for.”

Luca smiled, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. “Thanks, Dad. I was worried you’d be... I don’t know, more protective.”

His dad chuckled. “Well, we are protective, of course. You’re our only child. But we trust your judgment. And seeing how happy you are, how could we not approve?”

Luca felt his heart swell with gratitude, knowing that his parents' acceptance meant everything to him. “We’ve been through a lot together already,” Luca said quietly. “I can see us being together for the long haul.”

His dad gave him a knowing smile. “Good. Hold onto that feeling. Relationships aren’t always easy, but when you find someone worth holding onto, you do whatever it takes.”

Luca nodded, feeling more certain than ever. As he glanced back at the living room, seeing Mc laughing with his mom, he knew that this was exactly where he was meant to be.

“Come on,” his dad said, patting his back. “Let’s get this food out before your mom starts telling embarrassing stories about you.”

Luca laughed, grabbing the dish of vegetables and heading back to the living room, feeling lighter and more sure of his future with every step.

As Luca disappeared into the kitchen, Mc found themselves sitting with his mom, who immediately started peppering them with questions. It wasn’t invasive, just her way of getting to know the person who had captured her son’s heart.

“This one,” his mom said, holding up a photo of Luca in a cowboy outfit, “was his favorite costume for three Halloweens in a row.”

A gasp came from the kitchen, with Luca hurdling back into the living room and looking at what photo his mom was showing them, obviously flabbergasted and embarrassed.

Luca’s partner laughed, leaning in closer. “You’re adorable,” they teased, poking him gently.

“Please don’t encourage her,” Luca muttered, cheeks red.

“Oh hush up lulu you were so cute as a baby how could I not keep everything I have of you, you were mommies precious little baby, with the chubbiest most rosiest cheeks” she said acting like she was gonna cry opening her eye and seeing a blank faced Luca

“Go back to helping your father in the kitchen she said, shooing him away again to which he obliged.

You know,” Luca’s mom said after a while, her tone softening as she looked at them, “I can tell how much Luca cares about you. The way he talks about you... you’ve really made an impression on him. He’s always been a bit reserved, but since you’ve been in his life, he’s opened up so much.”

Mc felt their heart swell at her words, a deep warmth spreading through them. “I feel the same about him,” they said quietly. “He’s... well, he’s everything to me.”

Luca’s mom smiled, her eyes glistening with a hint of emotion. “I’m so glad to hear that. He deserves someone who sees how wonderful he is.”

Just then, Luca and his dad emerged from the kitchen, carrying trays of food. Luca’s dad gave his wife a knowing look before setting the dishes down on the table. “I hope you’re hungry,” he said with a grin. “We’ve got enough food here and a big cake to feed an army.”

The meal was filled with laughter and conversation, the easy flow of warmth that comes when people are genuinely enjoying each other’s company. Luca’s parents were everything Mc had hoped they would be kind, welcoming, and clearly proud of their son. They shared stories about Luca’s childhood, much to his embarrassment, and even pulled out an old photo album, complete with baby pictures and Luca’s first attempts at writing.

“Mom, seriously?” Luca groaned as she flipped to a page where his handwriting was barely legible. “You don’t have to show them everything.”

“Oh, but it’s adorable!” his mom protested, laughing. “Look how cute you were!”

As the laughter over baby photos subsided, Luca’s mom suddenly clapped her hands together, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Actually, why don’t you read one of your first stories for us, Luca? It’s right here in the album!”

Luca’s face flushed. “Mom, no I mean, that’s… it’s so old!” he protested, glancing at his partner with a sheepish grin, almost hoping they’d help him out of this. But his parents weren’t letting him off the hook.

“Oh, come on! You were always so creative, even back then,” his dad chimed in, nudging him with a warm, encouraging smile.

With a sigh and an eye roll he couldn’t quite commit to, Luca took the crinkled piece of paper his mom held out. He cleared his throat, casting a nervous look at Mc, who met his gaze with a soft, reassuring smile. The words were scrawled in wobbly, big letters, and Luca began to read, his voice softened as he let himself sink back into the enthusiasm of his younger self.

“Once upon a time,” he started, stifling a smile, “there was a super-duper brave knight named Sir Cupcake. He was the bravest, coolest knight in ALLLL the land! Sir Cupcake had a best friend, a cat named Captain Pickles, who could talk… well, only to Sir Cupcake. Everyone else just thought he said, ‘Meow!’”

Luca’s family chuckled, and Mc’s eyes sparkled with delight.

“One day, Sir Cupcake heard about a HUGE, fire-breathing dragon that was scaring everybody! But he wasn’t scared, not even a little bit!” Luca paused, laughing. “Well… maybe a tiny bit, but he was still very brave. So he put on his shiniest armor and went to the dragon’s cave. Captain Pickles was like, ‘We got this, Sir Cupcake!’”

His family was now fully engaged, their smiles wide as Luca continued.

“Then they found the dragon, who was SUPER big and super scary, but Sir Cupcake said, ‘I’m not scared of you, Dragon!’ And the dragon was like, ‘RAWRRR!’ But Sir Cupcake just stood there, all brave and stuff, and then he realized…” Luca paused dramatically, glancing around the room, “…the dragon wasn’t mean! He was just lonely and wanted friends!”

Mc tried to stifle a giggle, but their heart swelled as they listened to the simple, pure story.

“So Sir Cupcake and Captain Pickles became friends with the dragon, and they all had a big party with, like, tons of cupcakes and a giant marshmallow cake. And then EVERYONE was happy forever! The end!”

The room fell silent for a second, then erupted in laughter and applause. Mc leaned in, brushing his arm softly. “You were adorable,” they whispered, and Luca, cheeks bright red, couldn’t help but grin. That moment sharing his childhood imagination with Mc and family felt like a memory he’d cherish forever.

Luca’s partner couldn’t help but smile as they watched Luca squirm, their heart full as they realized just how much love and care had gone into raising him. It was clear from the way his parents talked about him every story told with pride and affection that Luca had grown up in a household filled with warmth.

But the evening progressed in a way that felt almost too easy. His parents asked questions about life in London, about their partner’s work, and how they had met Luca. Each answer seemed to solidify the bond growing between them.

At one point, over dinner, Luca’s mom put her fork down and smiled. “You know, I can’t remember the last time I saw Luca this happy,” she said, looking between the two of them. “Ever since he moved to London, we’ve worried. But now that you’re in his life…” She trailed off, dabbing her eyes. “I can tell he’s found something special.”

Luca’s partner looked over at him, their heart swelling with love. “I feel the same way about him,” they said softly. “He’s… he’s everything to me.”

Luca’s dad cleared his throat, though there was no hiding the emotion in his eyes either. “We can see that,” he said gruffly. “You’re good for him. I’m glad he found someone who cares about him the way you do.”

Luca’s hand found Mc’s under the table, squeezing it gently. “Told you they’d love you,” he whispered, flashing that soft smile that had first made them fall for him.

Later, as they were preparing to leave, Luca’s mom pulled Mc aside. “Thank you,” she said quietly, hugging them once more. “Thank you for making my son so happy. He deserves someone like you in his life.”

They hugged her back, feeling a deep sense of belonging and acceptance in her words. “I promise to take care of him,” they whispered, knowing just how much Luca’s parents loved him and just how much they loved him too.

As they drove away, the sun setting on the horizon, Luca glanced over at Mc with a smile. “So… what did you think?”

“They’re wonderful,” Mc said, leaning back in their seat. “And they love you so much.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty great,” Luca said with a fond smile. “But I think their favorite person in that house tonight was you.”

Mc chuckled, feeling the warmth of that truth settle in their chest. “Maybe. But you’ll always be my favorite.”

Luca’s smile softened as he took their hand again, the quiet comfort between them settling in as they drove down the road, back toward the life they’d built together. “I’m just glad you’re part of my family now.”

[graciegoeskrazy]

Guilty as sin (rewrite)

Parings: Matt Murdock x Teen!Daughter!reader, Elektra x Teen!Daughter!reader, Stick x Teen!Daughter!reader

Warnings & Content: injuries, mention of blood, abandonment of a child, mommy issues, yelling, shitty beginning, less shitty ending. PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT I MISSED

A/N: I can’t believe I wrote this lmao, but I’ve been watching waaaaaayyyyy to much Daredevil lmao. Definitely not my best work but idk.

You were chasing your answers. You didn’t expect to see your dad, let alone stick, and your mother.

her eyes. The moment your eyes locked with hers you knew. You knew because they were yours. You didn’t have your dad’s eyes, so you always assumed you got them from your mother, who she might be. Not a hint of doubt appeared. This was absolutely her. But what the hell was she doing here?

In all the chaos around you and confusion present in your mind, you didn’t see one of the men coming towards you and striking you across the chest. In a single instant, you were on the ground, grasping at your side trying to relive a single ounce of pain, but ultimately failing. Your mind started to go fuzzy. The familiar feeling of your father scooping you into his arms is the one clear thing you can remember. That and the blank stare your mother gave you while being carried away.

“C’mon. Let’s give them space.”

Elektra didn’t move. She couldn’t. A strange feeling came over her, a sense of protection. A daughter had always seemed useless to Elektra, Perhaps that’s why she left. Even now, while her daughter is crying in agonizing pain from the battle she just fought, I feeling of love rushed over her. She admired you. She could tell you were strong. Maybe not physically but your strengths lay in other places. She saw herself in you. You are just like her.

“Ellie.” She pulled out of her trance. “Let’s go.”

She nodded and tried to pull herself together while walking out of the room, giving one more glance towards the pair in the room.

Your father, with your blood on his hands and full of sweat, grabed your hand and continued reciting prayers. 3 Hail Marys, and 1 Our Father over and over and over again. The same prayers he was always given after confession to repent for his sins. Because that’s all he could feel…guilt. He is your father. The person who is supposed to love, care, help, support, soothe, and uplift his daughter…but he failed. Instead of saving her, he almost got her killed. And who knows, maybe you wouldn’t even make it to sunrise. Still, he hoped and prayed that he would.

The next morning was very melancholy. Stick was in the kitchen making some sort of breakfast for everyone (even though no one had an apatite at the moment) Elektra was sitting on the couch staring outside at the bright billboards, and your father was sitting in a chair next to his bed, tuning in on your heartbeat every once and awhile. He heard a knock on the door. It was Stick.

“Ah, there you are Matty. It’s time to eat.”

“I’m good, thanks.”

Stick let out a sigh and just brought a plate to him. “A man’s gotta eat.”

Matt disregarded his comment and the food in front of him, “Stick…will she make it?”

He stood next to Matt, tuning in to hear her breathing for a moment as well, “Well, she isn’t the strongest.” Matt swallowed and looked down. Stick continued, “But if she’s anything like her parents, she’s stubborn as hell.” He started walking away before he added, “Especially her father.”

Elektra looked toward the man in front of her. The man she once knew and wanted more from. The father of her child.

“Matthew-”

“I think you should leave.”

Confusion fell on her face. “W-why?”

“My daughter has just endured hell. If she even wakes up, the last thing I want her to see is the mother who she thought was dead but in reality, left her because she’s too lazy and incapable of loving anything but herself!” Anger fell off his tongue. Elektra didn’t flinch. She showed no sign of scaredness, but she knew he was right. “I just want to talk to her, Matthew. Let me have a conversation with her. Five minutes, and I’ll leave.” Matt sighed. “Huh, like how you left her before?” He pushed. “Please. I don’t want to hurt her, I swear.” He let out another sigh and then continued, “She gets to decide. If she says no, you leave immediately, no questions asked. If she agrees, you get five minutes.” Elektra swallowed, “Deal.”

Another hour passed by. Stick finally convinced matt to take a shower and change, knowing you wouldn’t wake up for a little while longer. Stick was doing some kind of meditation on the floor, while your mother paced back in forth between the chair and sofa trying to think of what exactly she want’s to say to you. Matt exited the bathroom and into his room. Trying to close the sliding door quietly but ultimately failing. The slam woke you up.

“Daddy?”

“Hey, hey, hey. Calm down. It’s just me. I got you.”

You continued to squirm and let out little yelps. “It hurts…a lot.”

“I know my love, but you gotta stay strong for me. Alright?

You nodded.

He kissed the back of your hand then continued, “Good girl.”

The door opened and Stick handed you some medicine to take. Elektra just stood by the door, staring at you. As you sat up to take the meds with some water, your eyes caught hers. All the emotions (but mostly questions) came hurdling back into your brain. ‘So it wasn’t a dream’, you thought to yourself. Your dad turned to Elektra, sensing her in the room. “Give me a moment.” She walked out at his request, wanting to stay on his good side. You lay back down slightly.

“Y/N, listen. I-”

“Is that her?”

“What do your m-”

“Is it?” you asked

“Yes.”

You looked at your father with sad eyes. “You lied to me?” Your voice cracked. All your life, your mother has always been a question to you. A question your father didn’t want to answer. He knew it was cruel to keep the two of you away from each other, every child should get to know a parent. When he became a father, he promised to give you the life he never had, no matter the cost. A mother, however, was not a part of the deal. To be fair, Elektra wasn’t necessarily keen on the idea of a child.

There was no doubt that you were unexpected, but still, your mother was ‘going to try’ to become a good mother and co-parent with Matt, but the truth is as soon as you were born she wanted nothing to do with you. She said she never wanted to see you again and told Matt to never contact her again. Your father, on the other hand, couldn’t believe the amount of love he had for this child. The whole labor was an emotional rollercoaster. But all he could focus on was the beautiful little girl in his arms. His little girl.

Elektra was dangerous, and the last thing he wanted was for his baby girl to be in any sort of danger. So he lied. He knew his ex would never come back (or so he thought) and believed the both of them were better off without her. No matter if it was the right decision or not, it still hurts to know your father lied to you.

“I’m so sorry my love. I promise I will explain everything to you. Everything you want to hear- any question, thought, whatever it is, I will tell you. I promise.”

She latched onto him and cried. He did the same. After a moment of quiet, he continued. “She would like to talk to you.” You broke away from the hug. “What?”

“You can speak with her, only if you want, but I’m only giviI’mher 5 minutes, for now at least. You pondered for a moment, but it didn’t take long to make up your mind. “I don’t want to see her. Ever.” Matt nodded. “Done.” You smiled a little and hugged him

Typical Elektra didn’t keep her promise like normal. You slowly ventured out of your father’s room, trying to regain the ability to walk and aching at the pain in your side. “I’m her mother! I deserve at least one convorsa-” Her eyes went to you. “Y/N…I um…My name is Elektra-”

“Get out.” you said sharply.

“Y/N, just give me a chance-” Your voice rose. “You had your chance years ago. You say you're my mother, but your just the opposite. You are not my mother. I don’t have a mother.”

“Y/N. I think you should-”

“I have a father, who does a better job than anyone ever could, and a crazy uncle who cares for me and treats me like his own! And an aunt who puts up with all my bullshit and never gives on on me! That’s the family I have, and trust me when I say that you will never be a part of that.”

She walked out, not saying a final word. What could she possibly say? Matt closed the door and hugged his daughter tight, whispering sweet nothings into her ear to try and provide some kind of comfort. She pulled away and looked at him. “I love you.” He sighed for what felt like a millionth time. “I love you more than you know.” Out of everything that has happened in the last 12 hours, let alone the secrets kept for the last 15 years, all he could think about at this moment was, “How did I get so lucky?”

[mlobsters]

supernatural s13e6 tombstone (w. davy perez)

SAM No. You're – you're dead. CASTIEL Yeah, I was. But then I… annoyed an ancient cosmic being so much that he sent me back.

i mean. that's how i described it too. but laughing that we're seriously gonna say that in this moment without the boys reacting, lol okay!

please not this music, it's making me laugh. papa castiel is home! cue the cheesiest fucking emotional music. you know what it reminds me of? the zelda breath of the wild like... those flashback cut scenes, the memories? mushy ones with zelda haha (plinky piano bits around 19:19 if you're curious)

cas hitting the hug jackpot, 3 unsolicted ones! and the one with jack was sweet

whew and now we get cheesy old west music too.

DEAN Yeah, we've done more on less. Besides Dodge City's kind of, uh, kind of awesome. All right, well… two salty hunters, one half-angel kid, and a dude who just came back from the dead. Again. Team Free Will 2.0. Here we go.

no more suicidal dean apparently, get an unexpected resurrection and cowboy shenanigans and he's happy and fired up

one thing i find endlessly amusing/fascinating is how like, all these years we're gonna have silly little logistical questions like. how they clean their suits, are they doing dry cleaning, are they rolling up their suits in their duffels with everything else, etc etc. but we got to see some ironing not long back and now, dry cleaning bags!

cas's face is cracking me up

JACK He really likes cowboys. CASTIEL Yes. Yes, he does.

also my face at the creative team that decided this was part of dean's schtick. i want to let dean enjoy silly things. but they just push so hard

also they're gonna get one room (albeit a suite) for all 4 of them. jack doesn't sleep much, cas doesn't sleep at all. what are those two gonna do while the humans are sleeping? awkward

SAM You're in a good mood, huh? DEAN Yeah. And? SAM Nothing. No, no, I-I-I just, uh… you've been having a rough go, so it's… it's good to see you smile. DEAN Well, I said I needed a big win. We got Cas back. That's a pretty damn big win. SAM Yeah. Fair enough.

what's up with your attitude there, sam. you don't actually seem very happy. worried he's gonna crash and burn? jealous that it's cas? jealous that cas is taking jack from him? (lol)

little bonding for cas and jack while the humans were sleeping talking about his mom was nice

untitled 1 and 2 our old friends!! last seen i think in one episode in 10x10 and not quite some time before that. if my blog search/index wasn't so fucked i could find more details. song remains the same

set designers let the kitsch explode. those silhouettes

CASTIEL I told you. He's an angry sleeper. Like a bear.

cheesy but i laughed. i, too, wake up in a foul mood and should not be talked to

oh sure dean, you're cringing over cas's line but we've all been very generous in accepting your goofy ass shit like that bolo tie and need to cosplay tombstone to begin with

can truly appreciate the sheer awfulness of that hat cas is wearing out in the sunlight. it's so small, it's so translucent. cheapest of straw hats. (not knockin straw hats! my dad was an avid cowboy hat wearer and had a couple nice straw ones for the summer)

i don't pay too much attention to how time flows on this show, i do know sometimes it can be weeks between episodes, sometimes it's the next day (another thing that irked me on teen wolf was how they spent like... 2+ full seasons in one year to keep the kids in high school). but anyway, i just wonder how much show universe time cas was not off on some whatever, and around to do this stuff hanging out with them. them crammed in sam's room on his uncomfortable bed to watch a movie, like they did with charlie? lol. based on the number of times i've seen it in fic, i gather a bunker room with a tv does become a thing at some point, so maybe it was in there?

.... a shootout in the parking lot of the knockoff wells fargo in broad daylight. what planet are we on right now. so jack can accidentally kill a civilian with his powers, great

CASTIEL Jack, I've killed people who didn't deserve it… my friends– I've killed people I loved. I wish I could tell you that it– that it gets easier, that with time, it hurts less, but that would be a lie because it– it never gets easier. And those moments, they never stop hurting. But that doesn't mean that you should stop fighting. Doesn't mean that just because you made a mistake – and that's what this is, Jack. It's a mistake. That doesn't mean that you can't– can't be better, do better. I believe that. I have to believe that.

so the people he killed that he loved, would that be like. angelic siblings? wonder if the wiki keeps track of who killed whom. he killed a bunch of fake deans in that one episode lol

SAM And we still believe in you, Jack. We, uh– JACK Stop. Just… Please stop.

anyway, point being, wasn't this just an accident?? like when eileen accidentally killed the bmol dude? eileen got a hug and commiseration, they're talking about who they murdered and WE STILL BELIEVE YOU'RE NOT EVIL i would tell them to stop too!

why do they do this with him

JACK No, maybe you're right. Maybe I'm just another monster. DEAN No, you're not. I thought you were. I did. But… Like Sam said, we've all done bad. We all have blood on our hands. So if you're a monster, we're all monsters.

dean gets to have his little personal growth acknowledgement

really added dimension to the terror of thinking he's a monster like sam did, with a bunch of unintended injury and now death wrapped up in it. kind of hard to... care about anything except vaguely because we sitll barely know him but if i sit and think about it, sure

and a whole other thing dealing with kid having a meltdown when they can just teleport away.

oh god just considered now dean might feel extra guilty for telling jack he was a monster and he was gonna kill him, now that jack ran away. that could be the crash and burn :p

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

do you think we should forgive people who havw hurt us? even if they aren't sorry or even aware of the hurt theyve caused? you dont hava to respond to this if you dont want to , but i am just thinking, is it actually wise to let specific people exist in my life , (a parent) when they are delusionally unaware of the lifelong damage theyve caused me (and will never understand), or anyone really. Is there a point in.. getting angry, when they oncr again show that they really dont know or care. Still, i enjoy talking to them. So im thinking that maybe forgiving would be better . but i feel like that way i might be gaslighting myself. Have you ever read anything on this?

there is a good book on this anon, "adult children of emotionally immature parents", u can read it online for free if u google the PDF. it is monumentally eye opening. other than that, i can speak from my own experience w/ my parents. i'll put it under readmore cus im bout to get a lil personal;

so, basically, i have one parent, my mom, because my dad has been dead for over 15 years. my parents were alcoholics who worked full time dead end jobs and we never had a close relationship, but i was closer to my dad. when he died, my mom absolutely lost her mind, like, maybe this is dramatic but i do pretty much consider myself an orphan because in 2006 i lost both of them. my mom chose booze, despite the fact that it made her act completely volatile and disturbed, she chose the liquor over me n my sister. my sister is an extrovert and she started spending All her time at other ppl's houses so i was constantly alone with my mom. the emotional abuse she dealt me after my dad's death i think are the wounds within me that truly can never be healed. worse than having to watch him die. my mother would berate me for everything i did, my appearance, the fact i was flunking school, my friends, and most of all, she would always remind me that i am a bad daughter who doesn't love her enough. once i started w the suicide attempts her abuse and guilt trips only got worse. i made a lot of reckless decisions just trying to get away from her. i still feel immeasuable guilt that she is my only living parent but i can't be her daughter. i havent seen her in 3 years..

now that the context is out of the way, here's how i feel about forgiveness: you HAVE to forgive. you have to. for your own sake. to free yourself. for me, when im so so belligerently angry at my mom, i imagine her as a child. i think of her childhood where she was born to a 16 y/o polish ww2 orphan girl and a 17 y/o fatherless boy who had already been thru several detention camps + was forced to join the navy to avoid jail time. i think of the stories she'd tell me from her childhood where she constantly moved from trailer park to trailer park, the caretaker of her 3 younger sisters while her parents worked, her dad often disappearing for months at a time w no explanation, her mother in and out of psych wards. she's always casually bringing up how her parents would beat her if the trailer wasn't spotless when they got home. she was mercilessly bullied at school for being poor so she's never had many friends. she never got any education and has worked retail/cashier positions her whole life. she had to watch her husband slowly waste away, then go right back to work so we could just barely afford to eat. i think of all these factors and it's so so easy to forgive her, despite it all. like if i could reach into her chest and grab her heart and pour all of the forgiveness inside of me into her body just so she could feel happy and light for one single day, i would do it. we are all so broken and forgiveness is the only way we can ever put things back together.

that being said anon...i still have an immensely hard time talking to her. every time we talk on the phone she immediately just starts dumping all of her problems onto me, like how she used to do when i was a kid and she was drunk. she refuses to acknowledge she could ever possibly benefit from therapy. she can't even begin to acknowlege the ways she hurt and abused me. she is deeply, deeply emotionally immature. when i talk to her it rly feels like im talking to a severely damaged child. our conversations are short. i dont tell her anything about my life, i never have. we'll never be close, i've accepted it. sometimes i have days where i'm so angry at her that im ready to send myself to the psych ward over it. but the damage is done, it cant be taken back, only moving forward. and at the end of the day, i forgive her. and i want her to be ok.

i'm not sure what's happened to you with your parent anon, but just know, you can forgive from afar, you don't have to keep engaging with them if they continuously harm you. i really really reccomend reading adult children of emotionally immature parents. its only like 200 pages and you'll fly through it. like i said, available for free as a pdf online. i wish you the best anon and im sorry you have to go thru this but you're not alone. #<333

[forgottenarthur]

Character Analysis

THE BASICS: 

Character’s name: Arthur Varmont

Role in story:  Prince

Physical description:  Bradley James ;D

Age: 26

MBTI: ESTP (the entrepreneur)

Enneagram: Type 2 (the helper), 2w3, 278

Zodiac: Aries

INTERNAL: THE MOST IMPORTANT THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER

What is his/her greatest fear?  Of being unlovable, unwanted, unworthy of love even if he ~could engender it

Inner motivation: To feel loved, to be loved, to express his feelings for others, to be needed and appreciated, to get others to respond to him, to vindicate his claims about himself

Kryptonite: Being taken for granted

What is his/her misbelief about the world?  He’s not good enough for his father, family, or country and thus they will never truly need, love, or accept him (ouch), smth that’ll be confirmed when his lil bro inevitably takes the crown <3 bc he def believes, deep down, that this is what will happen

Lesson he/she needs to learn: His status re: the throne has no bearing on his worth!!!  And also oh yeah he ~is lovable

What is the best thing in his/her life?  Adventure!  Excitement!  Proving himself by proving his worth to others by great and extravagant deeds (and endlessly, endlessly talking himself up)!  Making his family members (any and all of them, alike!) smile!  Feeling needed!  Esp by ppl he cares about!  Being hailed as a champion!  Pretty maidens raining rose petals down on his head as he enters, triumphant, into a city!  Basically any spectacle or moment (but esp the spectacle variety) that he feels like his dad might think was pr rad!  Honestly anything and everything dramatic that makes him look good ;D  Mirrors, bc he’s pretty and he knows it!  ;D also, to that end, pretty maidens sighing over him, etc!  Basically anything that makes him feel like a big man!

What is the worst thing in his/her life?  His dad!  The race for the throne!  He’d do just about anything to make his dad proud, but like also???? he actually does love his bro & sis???? but he’s forced into this competition w them????  And so he’s, like, gotta choose between making his dad proud and mom happy and fulfilling his own sense of self-worth, vs, like, destroying his own little brother & big sister????  And lbr it sucks!!!!!  (Cue the ~Renly’s peach~ symbolism motif etc tho hopefully it won’t come to ~that extreme #yikes)

What does he/she most often look down on people for?  Selfishness, lack of honor, cowardice, disloyalty to the crown/any and all (even perceived) disrespect for his dad (for whom he has a cultish devotion), weakness

What makes his/her heart feel alive?  Those few good moments w his family esp his ~whole fam and most of all those few and sparse moments when his father has shown pride in him!!!!!!!! (even better if he showed affection or even basic respect but let’s not get too crazy here), shared warmth and affection w/ ppl he cares about, little simple and frankly wholesome moments like breaking warm bread w friends and loved ones <3, being really really good at bashing swords around!, being hot, that one court poet who composed a ballad in his honor (only mostly bc he was paid to but shhh)

What makes him/her feel loved, and who was the last person to make them feel that way?  Honestly just simple appreciation of any kind!  But esp if he’s needed in some way!  Tell you need him in your life and you’ve got his loyalty forever!! (tho you might not actually want that tbqh bc lbr he’s a piLL ~c’est moi plays not so softly in the bg 24/7 etc~), tbh if anyone showed him even an ounce of genuine affection he’d probs drop dead on the spot! (*one of his knights affectionately slaps his back* *he’s immediately choked up and has to retreat to privacy to cry a lil ngl even tho he 100% has to play it off cool until he can slip away*), anyway idk but probs his sister, mom, or full bro in terms of who made him feel that way idk for sure yet obv but i feel like they’re probs his primary source of affection

Top three things he/she values most in life?  Whelp, tragically enough the thing he values most is 100% his father’s impressions, opinions, and nebulous feelings!!!!!  So like his #1 goal in life as a human being is to make dad proud but sadly his dad is 1) too stressed by running an empire and his own fear of worthlessness (you can read more abt that in his vers of this when i get that up), and too self-absorbed to notice, 2) too impressed by smarts to ever really fully credit his less intelligent son w anything, and 3) has absolutely insanE standards and will never, ever, ever be proud of anyone, ever, including himself and if his son ~were somehow to gain that he’d have so eclipsed his dad (bc we’re talking literally god-tier accomplishments atp which are obv beyond human capacity) that his dad would actually hate him and lowkey want to destroy him (in order to prove that he, himself, is worthwhile and not just some patsy compared to his own son but, tbf, he ~would be proud of him even while trying to destroy him and aint no one else allowed to destroy his boy etc etc etc) so <33333 good luck w all of that!!!!!!  but anyway, uhhhhhh, the other two things he most values are the rest of his family (sorry, guys!), and his own awesomeness! *high fives his reflection* jk jk its just simply wholesome good times and genuine human connection but shhhhh you didn’t hear that from me

EXTERNAL: NOT NECESSARY, BUT GOOD TO KNOW AND SAYS A LOT ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER

What’s his/her favorite book, movie, and band?  Band of brothers, all the various spidermen, superhero stuff in general, mr & mrs smith, two mules for sister sarah, the happier arthurian stuff (knights, chivalry, etc) but not the sadder/more srs ones sm probs tbqh, pr much every buddy movie under the sun tho he’d claim to prefer smth more macho like GoT but tbh i don’t see him ~actually enjoying that that much bc #tooreal hahaha he’d also really like lots of romcoms tho he’d rather die than admit it – batb?  p&p?  he’d love it!!  i mean, they’re all about seeing through exteriors and wanting and needing ppl for who they really are and he’d be such a sucker for that!!!!! but again he’d never admit it <3  he’s more of an athlete so he probs wouldn’t read that much in a world where there’s tv/movies, but he’d love all things bbc robin hood!!!  honestly the ~whole found family trope would get him badddddd, for music he’d probs like mumford & sons, imagine dragons, deep purple, pink floyd – lyrical but w a touch of an edge?

Is there an object he/she can’t bear to part with and why?  His sword!  He’s honestly really great at all that jazz and he likes to rub everyone’s face in it smh

Describe a typical outfit for him/her from top to bottom.  Probs a linen shirt that’s ‘carelessly’ but nonetheless artfully slightly open to show off his sculpted body but w/o making it obv that’s what he’s about smdh, a leather belt for the same reason but also bc #sword, and idk trousers of some type probs really nicely sourced but meant not to look like it bc he secretly loves luxury but like???? wants to seem like he’s too macho to notice smh, really nice leather boots which are great bc they’re super nice but also he doesn’t need to defend it bc they’re also obv super practical win/win!

What names or nicknames has he/she been called throughout their life?  arthur, my lord, your highness??

What is his/her method of manipulation?  Boasting/showing off, medieval!fantasy double dog daring, flirtation, compliments, witticisms, stepping over others bc he’s a big risk taker and he likes to show off and get ahead oops

Describe his/her daily routine.  Getting up super early to go train, hanging w the boys and bashing them w swords and lances #truefriendship, a feast w the boys for lunch, riding out on the town, hitting the tavern, gambling, a party in the evening!  basically all those stereotypical macho/jock things!!!  these are the sorts of things he ~thinks his dad approves of, so they’re the things he does and that he tells himself he enjoys tho tbh he probs wouldn’t like any of them quite so much in other circumstances ngl bc all he really wants is genuine human connection and affection and to be useful to others and frankly he’s getting precious little of any of that ngl

Their go-to cure for a bad day?  i feel like he likes to go hang out w his little sister bc she’s the one sibling he doesn’t have to compete w, plus he can be ~gentler w her anyway bc she’s ‘just a girl’ and knights treat ladies gently and all he wants is to treat and be treated gently but shhhh you didn’t hear that from me, plus also she’s the only woman in his life who isn’t really pressuing him bc his mom would probs reminds him – whether intentionally or not – that he needs to be out there impressing his dad etc, and even just other rando ladies are expecting him to do that but it doesn’t really matter to his younger sister bc she’ll be the sister of the next ruler regardless of which of them it is etc.  anyway!  basically he just wants a few wholesome pleasures and some affection and that’s just about it <3 but short of that he’ll resort to getting drunk :( and depending what their relationship ends up being like (since i feel like this isn’t the ~healthiest family dynamic in the world alksdjfkjlsdf) he might just skip the hangout and go straight for the drink so who knows, anyway the point here is that he doesn’t really know how to make himself feel ok when the armor of bravado breaks down which does happen from time to time bc no one can keep up an act 24/7 :/

CHARACTER GOALS:

How is your character dissatisfied with their life?  His life is basically cultivated entirely to be a hellish trap for his entire personality!!!  There is no part of this he ~actually enjoys!  Everything he wants is everything he can’t have and he feels trapped and ultimately completely alone and unwanted and unlovable all of which btw are his v worst fears in this life so <3  plus, if he ever gives up on this competition that flies in the face of all that, he feels like he’ll just be confirming that all of those fears are 100% true so its lose/lose all the time

What does your character believe will bring them true happiness or contentment?  The crown!  But that’s a trap bc it can never make him happy in actuality once the coronation party is over <3

What definitive step could they take to turn their dream into a reality?  His real dream, which he doesn’t acknowledge to himself, is to escape all of this and live a simple life of love and affection but, like, he doesn’t even really know this is a possibility at all and, even if he did, he wouldn’t think it was for ~him bc he believes he’s unlovable :(  so!!  he would tell you, and truly believe, that becoming the next emperor is his dream!  and proving himself more capable than his bros is the only answer to that.  ironically, failing this tho is the only ~real way to be happy <3

How has their fear kept them from taking this action already?  afraid of proving himself unworthy of love to his dad, he will never, ever, ever persue a simple life!

How does your protagonist feel they can accomplish their goal while still steering clear of the thing they are afraid of?  if he becomes emperor, he will be utterly happy AND he will have proven his value!!!! its the perfect plan!!!!!!!!

[kylesvariouslistsandstuff]

The Little Things I Love About ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE

Just like the one I did for PUSS IN BOOTS: THE LAST WISH, and just like the one I did for STRANGE WORLD, here's a little list of particular little details I loved in a detail-packed... Like, literally jampacked movie... SPIDER-MAN: ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE:

So far, I have only seen this movie once all the way through in theaters, caught multiple sections over and over at my movie theater job, and again in full on Blu-ray once. I've watched and rewatched sections since, always finding cool stuff. I may revisit the post and update it, too, like I did w/ the previous ones.

Also, MASSIVE SPOILERS ahead... Just in case you still haven't seen this months-old movie...

Much like the first SPIDER-VERSE... Tons of stuff to catch in the glitching opening logos. Logo/design p0rn aaaaall around.

There's already a lot to love in the opening Medieval Vulture attack set-piece, but my favorite detail? As an Italian-American? "Ciao, ragazza!" Complete with the parchment paper script "Bye, girl!" accompanying it. Any elementary school-age kid watching this now knows a little Italian, that's cool!

Lyla's first scene in the movie. Whichever version, too, whether it's the fist-bump or the selfie... I love how she just glitches and zips in and out, while Miguel keeps asking her in vain to call for back-up. Just an out-of-nowhere display of what kind of quirky relationship these two have...

Many have written about the scenes of Gwen and her father, Captain George Stacy, and how they hit very close to home. In that, they perfectly mirror some folks' experiences with coming out. Myself included, whether it's Miles or Gwen... It's even more effective with Gwen, because there are a lot of not-so-subtle hints that she could be a trans girl. (i.e. the dad having a trans flag on his uniform, Gwen having a "protect trans kid" flag, her room turning into trans flag pastel colors when she reconnects with her father at the end of the movie, etc.) I feel it's twice as hard-hitting in the opening action sequence because Captain Stacy has no idea the white-and-pink Spider-Woman is his daughter, loathes Spider-Woman for not-unfounded reasons (he's rightfully upset that Peter Parker is dead) but is taking it way too far (revenge territory), and he's also a cop. Here's this girl trying to reason with a hardened gun-wielding tough guy, who even fires the gun, prompting Gwen to remove the mask... And all the little complexities in the animated acting on George's face, the shock of his daughter being Spider-Woman, mixed with his grief over Parker's death and his sheer anger... It's maybe a minute or two, but goddamn did these animators go off. That's what anchors these movies amidst all the nerd/reference-stuff, spectacle, and dynamic changing art styles.

And to elaborate on this... This is basically a movie about a queer kid running off, without a home, while another one tries to find their people and be with them... Not prepared for the gatekeeping that's ahead... and some of us queers either experience something like those specific things or have a feeling of not belonging. (I also really dig how Jessica Drew is almost like a surrogate mother for Gwen, a parent of sorts who takes her in after showing her father who she is. Almost, as her protectiveness soon starts to wear off and gives way to sarcastic coldness after Gwen pays Miles a visit.) And the little nuances of both of their struggles trying to make it in this truly "elite" Spider-Society. It works perfectly through either Miles' lens or Gwen's.

Lots of graphic design and logos in that short convenience store scene, too. Lots for someone like me to look for.

The Spot seems to have linework going on inside him, of his anatomy and structure... Not dissimilar to the Xerography process used by Disney for animated productions from 1960 to 1985, and how the process overriding the clean-up animation process meant that you saw lots of rough linework, sketches, and planning inside of the characters. Like the rawness of the drawings preserved in the finished films. That technique is often paid homage to in other animated works, such as Tomm Moore's Irish triptych films that he did for Cartoon Saloon.

Much was written about, especially because one of the trailers showed this gag, Rio Morales snapping her finger upon hearing that Miles got a lower grade in Spanish class. A little after that, while Jeff is speaking, the look on her face. How utterly INSULTED she is- Again, just, ooh, great animated acting all around.

"Maybe get off the kid's a-

The first universe Spot visits, love that it's very 2D-looking and very, *very* comic book, a hint of pulp and Art Deco and '60s modern rolled into one... before giving us Venomverse (oh I'm sorry, SUMC) and LEGO.

Much of the Morales' rooftop party scene is just jam-packed to the moon and back with all these little writing nuances, tying in all this stuff about being a teen who is hiding something, reasoning with one's well-meaning but very controlling parents, all the humor and drama that stems from that. All that awkwardness, the embarrassment, how the guests play off of all of that, etc.

Miles pursuing The Spot whilst trying to talk to him... I mean, the entire Mumbattan sequence alone mops the floor w/ maybe 95% of superhero movies made in the last 5 years, but... This scene in particular, where the two are flying through a bunch of intricately-designed and planned buildings full of people with all these swooping camera angles- GO HARD they did.

Hobie's universe particularly referencing the ransom note letterforms that made up the cover of the iconic Sex Pistols album NEVER MIND THE BOLLOCKS, HERE'S THE SEX PISTOLS. They leaned *hard* on early punk from the '70s, more so than any other era, and that's so damn cool.

The subtle animated acting from Gwen during Miguel's warning to Miles about disrupting canon. All the inner-conflict over believing in it or not. And even before that, too, particularly in the aftermath of the Mumbattan Alchemax building collapsing onto the bridge.

And during that whole scene, as the different Spiders start to surround Miles, I like how Hobie is more turned to the side than facing Miles directly, unlike the other Spiders. That's just seconds before it's made clear that Hobie is on Miles' side.

The super-widescreen, Panavision-esque aspect ratio change when - during the whole Spider Society chase - Miles lands on Widow and is confronted by Web-Slinger. Really channeling the spaghetti Westerns, even if that bit has been done before, its use here - very clever.

"SNITCH!"

Miles' smirk when he begins to use his electric charge power to knock Miguel off of him, right before he's about to tell him - and by extension everyone who ever doubted him or told him he can't do what's right or what he desires - off.

The "Go Home Machine" literally being an elaborate spider, itself, inside a nest. Everything, right down to the machinery, all spider-themed. Simply going ALL OUT. Also that scanner that Miguel angrily rips out of the console... What a hilariously excessive work of art that thing is, and we only really see it for like 5 seconds.

Like I said, will likely add more, and this probably read more like yet another review of this film that I really, really love. I apologize for that, lol.

[freddiekolbeck]

{ ARCHIE RENAUX, 23, NONBINARY, HE/THEY } Is that BENJAMIN KEPLER-TURRAL? A JUNIOR originally from BERKSHIRE, UK, they decided to come to Ogden College to study FILM. They’re THE COOL LOSER on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

FULL NAME: benjamin kaif kepler-turral

NICKNAMES: kepler, benji (if you know them from england) 

BIRTHDAY: 10th november

HOROSCOPE: scorpio sun, libra moon, virgo rising

MBTI TYPE: istp

SEXUALITY: bisexual

PET(S): one dog 

APPEARANCE: bleach blonde hair with roots showing, covered in tattoos (mostly meaningless, example here), cringe to say but kind of effortlessly cool? not a try hard basically, some ear piercings, lots of jewellery (random necklaces, rings and bracelets), dresses like one of those rich boys that don’t look rich i.e. a plain navy jumper that costs $200

OCCUPATION: works at a book shop off campus, bartender at a dive bar (also off campus)

EXTRACURRICULARS: none

THREE POSITIVE TRAITS: observant, reliable, resilient

THREE NEGATIVE TRAITS: standoffish, cynical, judgemental

THREE SKILLS: not caring, saying nothing, ignoring people

MUSE INSPO: hyde (that 70s show), roy kent (ted lasso), jess mariano (gilmore girls), jessica jones (jessica jones), i can’t rly think of more but the vibe is ~tsundere~

below are the tldr versions, click (x) for the full thing

RELATIONSHIP TO GREER: “A ONE NIGHT STAND?! DON’T THEY HATE EACH OTHER?”

It may be hard to believe but it was Greer who was persistent in pursuing a friendship with Kepler. They met at the end of their freshman year when she asked for a cigarette. Somehow, it’s still a surprise to them, they ended up giving her their number. Not that it mattered since he ignored her all summer, or really they simply had no interest. It must’ve been the first time she experienced being on read since she confronted them about it. Despite her efforts, things didn’t change. It wasn’t cruel, they simply didn’t want anything from her. That was until they were forced to dinner with their parents and Greer and her parents joined them. Afterwards, they talked, alone, and unfortunately he couldn’t ignore the feeling that they had somewhat bonded. From then on, the cold shoulder ensued -- a silent agreement between the two, finally they were on the same page -- and whilst there was no form of acknowledgement in public, they very much developed their friendship in private, off-campus or late at night. Things did remain platonic for the most part, at least from his end, but he couldn’t deny that there was something about her. They came close to crossing the line a few times. Until eventually, not too long after her disappearance, they gave into each other. They left in the morning and that was the last time they saw her.

PLEASE EXPAND ON HOW THEY EMBODY THEIR SKELETON TROPE. THE COOL LOSER

Born into an unhappy home, to people who were great at acting like they were happy, it drove Ben to become comfortable with their own company. The Turrals are a well-known family in London’s high society, but Kepler managed to stay out of it. They preferred to socialise outside of their circle, much to everyone’s protests, where people had a better sense of reality, felt more grounded, and had a more open mind to the world around them. But even then, as they got stuck into the film and arts scene, they stuck to themselves – probably because, more often than not, they would run into kids from rich parents like themselves. Things went downhill when during their final year of high school their mother went missing, reportedly dead, with this father as prime suspect. After the year was over, they were sent abroad to escape the media storm -- things escalated when a bad night turned worse. They woke up in the morning and found a dead body to take care of, a friend from home he had run into during his travels. They called their dad, knowing that the price of him fixing things for them meant they were in his debt forever.

A compromise was made – they would be allowed to study abroad as long as his father could choose the college for him. Of course, the choices were all of a certain calibre and ones where he could keep an eye on them.

PERSONALITY

To most people, they may seem ~mysterious~ and ~cool~ but in reality they simply have a high bullshit tolerance. They can read people easily, can spot ingenuity from a mile away, but it’s important to note that they don’t care to spot them out. They know what they’re interested in, what they like and what they don’t like, and they don’t care to mess around with whatever lies in between. Which happens to be a lot of things, hence the general indifferent attitude. They sit at the back in class, silent unless called on. They can be prickly, snarky, and generally want to keep people at a distance because they’re distrusting. All they really care about is finishing college to move on with their life. They do have a deeply intuitive side that is expressed through creativity. In other words, they’re pretty pretentious. They’re sensitive, thoughtful and delicate when it comes to film making. But that’s not for everyone to see, nor should they have the access to it just because they want to. 

HEADCANONS

college records have their name registered kepler kepler, including their campus card 

always carried a film camera with them 

won best director at BFI future film festival for filmmakers aged 16-25 when they were 17 years old

commitment-phobe

the type to write notes in the books he reads but they’re illegible 

close with younger sister (14 years old) and wears a bracelet she made for them when she was 6 - a pink rubber band with hearts, stars, flowers and letters spelling out her name 

doesn’t save people’s numbers in their phone

can never be bothered to wear matching socks 

probably tried dj’ing at one point 

spends summers going to music festivals 

no social media, using an iphone 7 and wired earphones 

made an effort to lose his posh accent 

[theuniverseawakens347]

Cashay race is two white one male one female and slave.. a dark skin…

Okay house nigga coon burnt MENtale…

Look bitch…

WHEN DID I SAY THAT!? UMAR MALONE COULD!!!!???

What’s YG!???

What’s mozzy!??

SHORDIE SHORDIE.. MIKE SHERM…

Okay bluefasebaby…

LOOK DUMMY SIN AND AGAIN AND AGIN DONT KNOW WHY IM BEING TESTED BY RIM…

CAUSE YOU STUPID AND SEE AND UNDERSTAND ONLY YOUR SOUL… it’s burnt.

DEAD. internal and external… so YOU WANA BE DEAD.

Okay. IMMA KILL YOU.

Cause you can’t be THAT STUPID IN MY MY REAL KING DuMB… shordie sherm fase

… JUSTIN OF LONDON YOU IAN MCDOWELL. COLORIST. RACIAT RETARDED ALL THE WAY BURNT MENTAL FOR JUST MONEY.

7 deadly sins wrapped in green blue faces***

NIPSEY MY DARKNESS IN THE LIGHT … angelique.. BLACCsam.. baby hairs… MONI…

MY TRACY .. DARKNESS IN THE LIGHT BUT LEARNING TWO … light in the darkness for pops.

ME WHOLE BY MYSELF.

ILL SLIDE YOU AS A RATCHET GHETTO STREET CODE BITCH

But I’ll also VERBALL nurture you w a tough touch your mom OR dad missed a beat on.

… ITS NOT ABOUT SKIN COLOR.

WHITE PPL GOT THEY OWN FUCKING PAIN…

A COLONIST WAS LACKING SOMETHING IN ITS ENVIRONMENT THAT MADE IT WANT TO FEED ON OTHERS TILL “full”…

VEGANS … you stop eating MEAT A VITAL FUCKING PART OF GROWTH N NUTRIENTS FOR BLOOD FLOW … how ya get … HUNGRY HANGRY HIPPO… CRAVINGS. what ya crave.. MEAT .. what ya eat… THE FAKE SUBSTITUTE SHIT…

Okay go back to Bible sinner looking for “the whining gold” … where ya go? THE FAKE LIGHT BECAUSE THE MONEY “holds” … coi YOU WANT THE FINEST RICHES … what street problems did you have!???

YOU WAS HOING… 13- NOW .. but BEFORE MONEY INDUSTRY HO

YOU WAS THE BOTTOM OF THE BUCKET LAST LICK.. so YOU DO THE MOST AND “DONT give a fuck bc I GOT WVERYTHING I WANT” … was aids and STDs apart of the goal!? No baby plz.. that’s hard two hide .. but sell my seeds India love MORE MONEY PLZ … Amanda bynes show… keana thompson…

YOU DONT HAVE TO SEXXX TO ME A HO OR SINNER OR PROSTITUTION.. YOU SOLD YOUR SPERM HOW MANY TIMES FOR MONEY UMAR CHRISEAN JR … YOU SOLD YOUR LADIE PARTS!??

We ALL DO WHAT WE GOTTA DO TO MAKE SOMETHING OUT OF NOTHING … SOMETIMES A QUICK ROUTE IS THE ANSWER… but WHATS THE COAT IN THE LONG RUN!???

YOUR NOT THINKING LONG TERM YOU STOP YOURSELF SHORT THATS WHY YOU STUCK ON YOU TURNS ..

Ouroboboros : consume self CANNIBALISM COWS BRAIN.. YAA WANT DEATH BC.. DEAD END. STOPING THE FLOW.. IAN MCDOWELL KOREY 72 nd Vermont 2 SNAKE BACK TWO BACK ATE THEMSELVES LIKE THIS WHY!??? POISON IN THE ENVIRONMENT .. AND NO WAY OUT BUT… SUICIDE.

Nip “suicidal thoughts” A COVER UP TO THOSE AROUND HIM WHO DIDNT UNDERSTAND HE HAD A MISSION TO FULLFILL LIKE GRANNY LEXI LOVE LOTS TO GUIDE ME AND TRISTAN AND TAME .. GATES KEEPER TO THE SPIRIT WHeEALM … UPSIDE DOWN stranger things NETFLIX YA TALK MY LIFES .. but PRINCIPALS.

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INFINITY OUROBOROS… : my holy trinity flows .. NO MATTER HOW I / WE YELL* or talk AT N WITH YOU IT GOES ROUND N ROUND BACK TWO MY BEING 3. Split over and over and over two one GOD. - THE UNIVERSE.

[rennyji]

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UPDATED June 3, 2024, 7:20 PM

My brain seems dull, my vision seems dull, & I’m hearing something about brain waves. 4 whatever reason, somethings dulling my brain & waves. It’s making me feel tired along w/meds. There’s also not letting me say a prayer 4 self,&that too in privacy, w/making me trip on words.

- I have zero incentive 2say anything about “this.” Every point I wanted 2make, every nice ending I wanted2give, has been given. I need money & making it would be better use of my time. I wrote yesterday and the orchestrators worsened my situation.-

- if it was about mind reading/mind control/brain wave spreading w/o being invasive, then this was failure. Had I never broken 4th wall like this, while talking 2family/doctors, this would not evolve in any way. & orchestrators R of mentality 2instill problems 2force me 2speak.-

- I can’t type because fingers feel like wobbly hot dogs that aren’t in full control. I feel flat, dull in mind/vision, and after speaking on alpha/beta waves, I feel like sludge weighing/pressing in my Brain. Like something decided to try harder in a different direction.-

- while everyone else is experiencing an augment in various shapes or forms or being able to multitask, I’m left worse than when all this started. And I was pretty well off in mind/body before this happened.-

-In orchestrators ampingUpTheirBeta waves/frontal cortexes, urNotJust increasing urFocus/willPower 2meet a deadline. Im feeling like sociopaths R in myHead. Its probably b/c, rather than individuallyIncreasing attributes, ur amplifying whole frontalRegion, like a cocaine addict.-

- guy U placed in my head, apparently whatever brain mapped 2 me, means, shows enjoyment in my plight. These R uncomfortable situations w/a lot of fear factors.-

-4majorityOfTime,brainFeelsLike vegetableInEverySense.WeighsLight likeCarrot. Dull/dead likeCarrot.Need circulation/Need waves,I think? Random arguments onInterferencesHeard,butIf lotsOfPeopleDrainingHead,need supplement-al waves 2supportAllPeople. OnNormalDay,mayNotNeedAsMuch.-

- 2 big gripes. When off meds, can function with 5 hrs sleep or even get by with less (can push thru). But meds place limits on health. Need more sleep for some magical reason and face ravenous hungers.Hard 2 push thru. Need some workaround 4 that if ur not going2let me sleep In.-

- next Big gripe. All I can really do is watch tv. The dark vision, is a constant reminder and annoyance in situation. Color seems prominent, but it’s like looking thru tinted or black sunglasses.-

- On a normal day, I think, 4-5 white lights in room would be very bright. Not experiencing its brightness. Now it’s like when eye doctor puts lens in eye and asks better here or better there. Need a better lens.-

- I’m pretty indecisive w/these things, but a complaint that comes to mind is fog, like eye foggers composing an entire lens of their own. Now I’m getting a taste of the brightness of my lights.-

- In saying more, ur personalities & interests aside, b/c im indecisive, I’d screw thisUp w/more input. Whatever wouldB natural, post-LASIK with hydrated eyes, would be best.I have 20/22 vision. So if I need “supplements” of sorts w/waves & due2increased load2MyHead,appreciated.-

- @ some point in this, Ive been told I’m going 2B harvested 4myLifeForce 2strengthen American military&political leaders.I’ve also been told I’m going to lose consciousness&haveAnother person running w/my body. Uncomfortable/plausible ideas & reasons4me 2 take meds/stay Silent.-

- if I could say 1 more gripe that reminds me this is happening: when I took Vyvanse/ Lexapro & did yoga, breathing/circulation/& control of hands/feet/torso=strong. I had good grip of hands/feet, could plant them firmly.-

- W/o drugs= clumsy, &w/ mind control, horrified Ive no control typing on phone & thought blocked & confused w/ which keyboard to switch b/w number/letter/punctuation keyboards.-

- I want better motor control, thick veins like my dad and brother, strong circulation, East Asian but thick straight hair like the Malu/Parsi actor in head to replace my Indian wavy hair, I want hair period, I want to not have to use eye drops after LASIK,-

- & as a sign of good faith, I want red lines in my eyes 2 go away/the blemishes randomly caused, 2 disappear(my wounds/blemishes Rnot healing 4someReason),-

-I’d like a body that never retains fat (a genetic predisposition4 that), whatever causes lack of firmness in my lips 2stop happening, seasonal allergies gone like runny congested crusted nose & throat clearing sputum gone, perfect lungs and breathing capacity,-

- I want the drive to do things, motivation/interest for what I set my focus on, focus, will power, and a healthy amount of calm. All subtle things that shouldn’t be hard.-

- I need a job for money, to keep me busy, or I need some source of income for gettting out of house to eat at least or maybe watch a movie, or for snacks while I watch streaming apps.-

- I need money to repay my loan, and if I could ask for what’s not a need, I want a pair of Apple visions and a new desk and bed furniture, so I have walking space in my room and for an LA Fitness and Peloton membership.-

- If I can’t get a job, despite 2 degrees, or a masters degree, I need mindset 2 watch reruns in quiet, W/o this guy talking 2 me. -

- I’d like to be able to use the bathroom in the morning and I’d like to be able to cozy to sleep at night, in the way I nod off to sleep during the day, where I have, comfortably. Every Night, in contrast, I’m in mental pain after meds, in moments b4 falling asleep.-

- These things would make what remains of the phenomena bearable.

-&that day: my moms bday, where she’s narrating everything she’s doing, or bum @ clinic who eats obnoxiously, Regarding both situations, if U could remove remote viewer using my voice of reason,incrediblyHelpful. Otherwise,remindMe inSuchSituations, 2ignore&stay quiet or 2move.

Eyes/vision needs a “lens up” like when eye doctor asks better here or better there. -

- 1 more request on eyes:Undo LASIK, or negatives of LASIK like lack of corneal thickness, lack of sun protection, or dry eyes, or halos/starbursts. @ least “this much” w/ eyes as I remember it in last 10 min, when some1 decided 2screw w/eyes again, & madeItBetter4BriefInstant.

- when I was on Lexapro & Vyvanse, when I look at a piece of paper or try 2 read a text book, my eyes read in manner of processing/digesting each individual word on the paper, one word at a time, one line- left to right- at a time. I want that, as I’m struggling w/it right now.-

- I would explore the whole gamut of ADD symptoms. An EX. of ADD symptom: When I don’t want to do something, be it submitting/scanning a form or getting out of bed in the morning, I’d visualize it or think about it to get ignition going & engine going “to carry out the action.”

- there’s also a sensation of sedation being slapped onto or into the crown of my head and into my brain. It periodically creeps up during meds and mostly when I’m trying to sleep at night. If that pain could be removed, appreciated…

-next thing: little nuances take away from my focus. Part of reason I want new bedroom furniture is b/c I want space, while auditory voices might’ve said something about claustrophobia. open space of kitchen eating area make annoying phone calls easy.Another ADD personality symptom.-

- I want 2B able plan something @ will/do things at will, whether it be going to bed, going 2bathroom, starting a project, workingOut, or just working. when I set my mind to something, it should be done. I shouldB able 2functionInAnyEnvironment, however hot/cold/spacious/cramped.

- next thing I notice or am reminded of, the octave of my voice keeps changing. It’s like the firmness to my lip. There is an inconsistency. My voice as I remember it before meds and mind reading was deeper. I feel I’m made to sound passive, with excessive pleases and thank u’s.

- when I walk, I want each movement to count, now it seems like I’m flailing in the wind, or I’m stomping like an angry kid. At this point, something is just f*ing with me, as ur warping natural things…but, as guidance, explore gamut of ADD personalities and flaws…

- voice needs 2B deeper, like when I used 2 do Church readings, moves from walking 2 button pushes shouldB w/ confidence/precision, posture shouldB back straight/chest up/no swagger,-

- this turning off of signal to face and brain to make me immobile unthinking vegetable has to stop. I clearly need my brain waves.

- in school, my classmates would play games on their laptops while the teachers taught classes. While my classmates went about their business, “just by being in the room,” they were able to digest what they teacher said though they were playing games. I want that.-

- I want eidetic memory/photographic memory, but for immediate purposes, I want strong “working memory.” I’m hearing, for the most part, what’s on the news. But I cannot think back to two sentences prior of what I heard.-

- I may get a gist of what’s said on the news, but as child, before mind reading/mind control, I could recite back a book I read with excruciating detail. When I’d read, I’d see a movie in my head.-

- When I studied in high school, I used rote learning, and at years end, I could recite my whole notebook back. On Vyvanse, I could visualize and multiply three digit numbers by three digit numbers. I want that back and enhanced.

- & an observation worth noting, when I drink coffee, nothing happens. Ive heard of people pulling a night shift after 1 good cup of coffee. Now something worse happens,I feel sleepy after a cup of coffee. I thought mayB my adrenals/ glands R drained-But,probably situation/life.-

-On meds, any form of stimulation, any “tentacle reaching” of the “beta-wave induced-projected-frontal-cortex” of the remote viewer, makes me feel sleepy. Then combine it with lack of sleep and meds, more unpleasantness.

- fly away eyes/fly away words or reading; not sure what the term is. But when I try to skim a piece of text on paper, my eyes aren’t scanning 1 word at a time & 1 line at a time. If it were the latter, & it should be, everything should digest 1 word at a time, 1 line at a time.-

- and when whatever decides to speak, it’d be nice if it was enlightening material like what exactly are, eye foggers/foggy things, that some people see?! What’s their purpose? Is it an ailment?

All race/ethnicity hasAdvantages. BlackPeople seem 2have EZier affinity2 muscles/noFlyawayFacialHair. WhitePeopleSeem2B tall/slender/fast metabolism. Asians haveGoodFlexibility. CertainEyeColors haveBetterSunProtection. Itd B nice2 haveBlendOfPositives

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- orchestrators cause so much noise in my head even after ECT (4NoReason), after antipsychotics, after dual antidepressants, after benzos…-

-theres no conveyer belt of thoughts in a factory line up. I don’t understand how U don’t see big picture. It’s probably from ur beta wave/focus mind from projecting ur frontal cortex 2 steer my whole brain. Ur interference inHead isCausingLackOf processingOfSenses/info;dangers.-

-Ive learned in yoga, that U do things 2relax &focus. It’s always marijuana or alcohol/cocaine, or legal Lexapro (antidepressant)/Vyvanse amphetamine stimulant) combo.-

-So while U go, full on, w/beta waves (just assuming) w/all my alpha wave sources & innately calm self, I’m not processing what I see/hear.-

-If u go too much alpha wave, then not enough focus/processing. Need the combo, I’m guessing as I’m not a scientist. Need some alpha and some beta waves.-

- And I think there’s a third wave: gamma waves. Don’t know what that does. Maybe there’s more. But that’s what I remember from school. There are thoughts, & when I wrote about gamma waves I had a memory or remembered gamma waves. You can’t say everything, it’s bad health.

- there are expressions: “avoid irritation” and “keep calm and carry on” … ur not keeping calm if ur constantly yammering in the head…see next tweet for a Buddhist monk story someone told me in high school:-

- this is the Buddhist Monk story… learn to let things go rather than letting it ravage your mind…

https://x.com/RennyJi/status/1781524720266985805

tweets before midnight on Friday Apr 19, 2024, that I'm putting right side up, in Tumblr blog post below (NOTE: everything else from today and last several days/weeks):

https://x.com/RennyJi/status/1781526370541047950