#i understand it is different as he is her father but she would not be upset i promise!

[sangunary]

Sillouethe Of Your Soul.

BatFam x Neglected Reader.

SYPNOSIS: How could anyone missed something they've never had.

WARNING: NOT FOR SENSETIVE PEOPLE OR WHO HATE GORE. (Daddy issue incoming)

Some abuser never realised the extent of their actions nor do they try to understand the person they have hurt, they relish in being in power to chain an angel on Earth with them so they won't feel so envious of it's wings.

Some don't realise their own abused, the harsh word that left wounds deep inside their sweet angel's heart, their silhouette ligures around the house but their soul were never present... They do not understand that their own actions have consequences that hurt more than themselves.

You were abused in the silent ways, no one to cheer you own, no one to help you sleep, no one to love you.

You would watch a family so happy and perfect just that they were your family and you felt like watching as their perfection together formed an art while you watched. Just another audience watching a beautiful art.

"She was an angel"

Bruce began as he sit inside his office that left somewhere empty now... The guy who he was talking was from CPS conducting an interview after your death.

"I should have realised... she wasn't a bird like the rest, she was an angel who just needs some encouragement to fly"

Bruce was better at nursing helpless birds than an angel. He's been a father for more than he could remember but he never took onto consideration on how some kid's aren't all birds and he gave up so soon... After he realised he could nurture you like a bird.

"I would watch her silently, I couldn't realise what I was doing wrong... I didn't knew how to raise a bird like her and I realised something was wrong with her."

You would sit there at the side quietly as the rest of the family played around treating you like a ghost. Their playful banter and smile never reached yourside, you were treated like a guest at your own home.

"I kept trying tho, I pushed and pushed trying to force her to open her wings... Like the rest of the family, but it wouldn't budge"

Bruce would watch as he ordered you to do certain thing's that no one else had to, doing everybody else laundry, extra studies, outside tuition and even excluding you from certain family function.

He knew you weren't strong enough to be a vigilante, that's why the rest of your siblings have a hard time being near you... Your life were different. You were just too 'odd' to be include as a family to them.

"I never knew how much it hurt her..."

You could barely hold back your tears sometimes, everyone get the idle father but to you he was never a father he was just an instructor... Who clearly have favourite.

"I told Alfred to stop making food for her... To learn how to survive on her own, she was already weak I thought I was helping her survive"

You would stood there your eyes looking into the abyss, everyone had their plate on the table yet yours was missing. They did not asked or have a single concern as they happily ate their meal... As your flesh began to decay.

Every Christmas you were gone nowhere to be seen but everyone carried on their life like you were never there at the first place.

Your bones were crushed, your blood being drained slowly as their smile and laughter taunt you.

Why? Why would you ever missed something you never had?

You've spent your whole life without them. Why would you suddenly need them, they were heros... They were obliged to love everyone but you were being singled out.

"I don't know why she didn't scream when they dunk her head into the water"

The brutal scene of your death, some thugs decided to kidnapped you for money but when they realised your family nor the bats were coming they used you to fulfill twisted dreams.

Your wrist was red and some soft skin were pelling off. Tears, sweat and snot on your face as you begged God to save you.

Tim got kidnapped before and he was saved before an hour.. You've been down here for six hours, bruised and broken.

You thought for once that your family would show some mercy and come but they didn't, left you behind in the hands of two merciless people.

For six hour straight you've been beaten, they dunked your head into some cold water and before you could passed out and just let go they would pull your head back.

Your clothes were torn and dirty, your body was aching and there was a fine line of cut on your neck as blood wouldn't stop spewing out of it. Your fingers were mostly broken and you're been hit with a rench which left your jaw broken and your head bleeding.

"Dad...I, mis-ed u..."

You could barely speak but you used the bit of your strength on calling for your father, for him to embrace you in your dying moment... That's what you've wanted for a long time .

Memories flash across your mind as your breath began to slow down. You've watched alot of movies, you always wanted your father to pick you up into the sky and told you that he loved you.

The way a father would look at their daughter and be proud of. Everybody had a father by their side growing up atleast in your eyes, the one to hold their hands while they cheer, the one to embrace them when they accomplish even the smallest of thing.

But, he was never a present father to you. Ever award you won the only thing you care for was your father, you looked into the crowd of faces to see his proud face or just him but he wasn't there.

Unlike everyone else who had a father holding their hands to guide them through the darkness you only had yourself. Every compliment felt meaningless and every compliment was replaced with untold hatred.

"I couldn't stop myself that day... I hold onto her and cried. My baby was dead"

He continued as his face show a slight sorrow but he was holding it back.

"My child, my little angel... Lifeless on the dirty street left there to be eaten by the rats... I couldn't control my tears, so many word left untold... So many praise I've kept to myself, she died thinking she was a burden."

His voice cracked as his throat began to heat up from the emotion he was trying to surpass.

Your body was left at some nearby alleyway, you were still concious when they throw your body onto the cold cement. The light of the city blended in your eyes, you lay there paralyzed soaking wet from your blood.

It was cold and empty, trying to imagine the warmth of your father, but you couldn't...You didn't know how it felt to be under a father warmth. You never had that.

All those years filled with unsaid words and tension between the two of you. You couldn't speak and he didn't knew how to care for you. You watched as he would nurture all your siblings buy you.

Every birds by his side cuddling and loving while your feathers began to fall to warmth your heart, to play the role of being loved. You sacrifice your own greatness for fatherly love.

"Her body was cold and empty, not the girl I watched grew up... Her blood were warm, like she was trying to comfort me for the last time..."

Bruce looked at his hands as he looked back at the guy, he recoll running towards the scene, pushing the GCPD aside when they tried to stop him... But a father could never be stopped when their child is at stake.

He saw your body near the trash, they threw you away like you didn't meant anything but a trash to be taken out after it was done with.

He went on his knees as he dirty his perfect suit, his hands holding onto your body as he began to sob... Your face have went pale and he could see the damage done to your jaw and the large bruise on your left eye.

The bruise was swollen, purple and red colouring it... Seemed like they had hit you with something hard.

"Whoever killed her treated her no different from an animal. I hold onto her hands, I prayed to God to do something... I was... Late, too late to be a father to her."

"I ruined a beautiful angel... I wasn't a father... I treated her differently... I was too sucked up to understand that she needed a father and not Bruce..."

"I just, hoped that no father would do this to their child... She was my child, my angel, my baby... And I would die to bring her back and told her... I love you always"

I know this is shittu but im bored.

[localfandomenjoyer]

Perseleia in the Athenide AU emerges from the fountain as an adult, right? This means she has an adult understanding of people and morality. Well, what if that wasn't the case? What if she was born as a baby godling? I was thinking about how Kronide AU Perse wouldn't have or understand the impressions of her past life when she is born - at least not yet. She would only be a child with no bearings in life, so as the Princess of Othrys, I can see her taking behavioural cues from Kronos in her youth. Young Perseleia could be a very different person to her adult self, somebody more in line with the heir that her father desires.

Rhea wants none of it. She perceives Perse as a threat, figuring that if Zeus is to overthrow Kronos and free the others, he will have to kill his sister as well. Her daughter is very conscious of this and resents Rhea for it, but a deeper part of Perse still wishes her mother could live up to this image she has in her head but doesn't have the words to describe (those words would be Sally Jackson). There is thus a festering resentment between Perse and her brother that doesn't really go away until she is old enough to understand more about the world. If you haven't guessed, I'm also a huge fan of Avatar: The Last Airbender and realised the Kronide family might be something like this:

"My own mother thought I was a monster" - Perseleia Kronide

(Credit to JTD95 on Deviantart for the image)

[crownedinmarigolds]

OKAY so - here is another vague "aesthetic AU" for Godwynn and Noa (and others OFC) and it's based off the Sinners movie but it's not in the same area but it's like the same lore... here is Godwynn standing outside of Noa's window after she has opened the curtains. His eyes illuminated by her fireplace, her eyes illuminated by the crescent moon! Vague story vomit below the cut if anyone cares! Haha! (Godwynn is @thesixthplaneteer's)

SO Noa is a werewolf in this AU (if she's not a vamp I always make her a woof!). I'm stuck between her being attacked as a baby or if she's just always been one. Either way, since childhood she's wolfed out, and close to the full moon she gets extremely agitated. Her father loves her but is of course terrified of everything that comes with a having a "lunatic" for a daughter, so he's always taken the extreme methods of suppressing the wolf. He's hired many nameless nannies and caretakers, he's adorned himself and his son in silver (though the cutlery is fake silver so she eats), he has her chained in the basement during the moon, etc. Noa grows up "obedient" and very quiet and stoic, afraid to show emotion or let it bubble too much inside of her otherwise she'd be punished. Eventually a young caretaker (Nyth!) is put in the Hidalgo employ and instead of chaining up Noa, Nyth decides to set her loose in the woods. (I'm thinking this is when Noa is in her very early pre-teens) So she runs free and gets enough of a clear head in her wolf form to return home before sunrise. No one gets really hurt in her family's private forest as she's thankfully from a rich family, and any attacks are on small animals. This method is a lot better for "taming" her wolf side and keeping herself even-tempered as she grows up. However, the older she gets, the larger she gets, and soon it's apparent that she's outgrowing her family's lands and she needs to expand her territory or just get out of there. One day, Noa miss-steps out of the land and either frightens people or attacks the wrong ranchland, and the nearby people start talking about a massive wolf that's killing the animals. Perhaps someone mentions its size, how it holds itself on two legs, SOMETHING, but it alerts some people with special interest in hunting the supernatural. Here enters Raymond and Godwynn, hunters of the Supernatural who would do harm. Raymond is the human descendent of Godwynn the vampire, and they're nearly identical in looks though very distinctly different people. Raymond operates as the face during daylight, finding places to say, selling any finds, collecting the cash, etc. Godwynn is the walking library and the actual hunter who operates solely at night (obviously), and due to them being nearly identical they're given a sort of title of "The Hunter who Never Sleeps." No one knows the vampire part, just that this bespectacled man is never not working. Doesn't help that Raymond is constantly chugging coffee either. The pair eventually hear news of an upright wolf and understand "werewolf" so head to this area and start the hunt. Raymond is being boarded as some plantation owner's home while Godwynn prowls the forests for clues. They do eventually find the dour Hidalgo household tucked into the forest and Godwynn has his suspicions but also - doesn't mean much. Nyth and Noa meet Raymond during the day and Raymond and Nyth kind of get a little fling going, and as Godwynn stalks around Noa's home he eventually catches a glimpse of her a few times and develops a bit of an obsession because we love to see that toxic terribleness. If I were to make this a film, I think I'd never actually reveal that Godwynn and Raymond were different people until much later. I wouldn't HIDE it hide it but I wouldn't make it obvious until a specific point. I also wouldn't reveal Noa as the wolf, instead framing her brother as the wolf (he's so volatile that a person who may know how werewolves work might think him one) until it's time. Ahhhh SORRY I've been thinking so much about it. The wolf represents a lot of course but I primarily think about it as the repression that is going to explode out for having to conform just in general. Though for Noa it's having to conform by being both lady-like and appear neurotypical. The "film" ends with her escaping town OFC possibly with a vampire boyfriend maybe but definitely with her Nyth! OKAY OMG I'M SORRY......... BRAIN DONE.

[ephemeral-roses]

I'm putting on my big boy pants and puffing up my chest for this one. Recently, I've become shy about OCs, after so long of working on the Greek gods— especially about OCs whom I shipped with canon characters. Despite still being incredibly fond towards her and her relationship, my anxious and self-conscious side fears I am cringe— but to be cringe, is to be free, and I like the wind blowing in my hair so…

She did change a significant amount, so for those who have known her previously in her Soul Eater days, it will be like reading about a new character, but she is the same in other ways.

Her name is Schneewittchen Dunst-DuBois, or Snow White, or just Snow. She was born in Germany, specifically the Black Forest region, which borders France. She was born to a French father and German mother, whose both surnames she took as they died when she was too young to remember either of them and feels like it is only fair to keep them both, and she also sees no point in only keeping one anyway.

Snow works at the front office of the DWMA, along with Auntie, focusing on confirming and assigning missions. She started in her 20s, when she was much more shy and less self-confident, but as time would go on, she would become more talkative and confident. Working with Auntie contributed to this change, I would say. She strictly follows the rules and is very punctual, always arriving on time rather than being late. She becomes anxious at the thought of breaking the rules.

Similar to the character she shares names with, she treats others with kindness and understanding, refusing to be judgemental towards them.

Although not a weapon or a meister, she still comes with something to bring to the table; the ability to make people see whatever she wants them to see, and she knows how to use this ability well and creatively. This ability is not actually within her, but comes from the small mirror brooch she often wears. Without it, she cannot do anything. She describes the mirror as something stolen from something much bigger but was destroyed— and more similar to Death's mirror rather than anything else. In her early 20s, she would be too anxious to use it on others, but as time progressed, she became more willing to use it to prank others or to get back at people— and isn't afraid to get brutal with it.

She has a rather close relationship with the Death Scythe, Tezca Tlipoca. In the beginning, she was more jealous of him, as their powers were similar, but he had significantly more to bring. She kept her jealousy hidden by keeping herself quieter than usual, but his chatterbox and friendly personality wouldn't let her be, and eventually, she caved in and abandoned her envy. Over time, she opened up a bit more and was more comfortable sharing bits of her personality with him, mainly her joking and happy side.

Here's how I imagine how he'd be with dates;

Based off of this,

They do have differences between them that bring some conflict, For example, her being more punctual because of where she is from, meanwhile he is more lax when it comes to being on time. I headcanon he is very comfortable with arriving 15-20 minutes late. Snow learns how to deal with their differences and to not have a panic attack over it.

Snow is based on both instances of Snow White in fairytales; Snow White and The Seven Dwarves, as well as Snow White and Rose Red. Her relationship with Tezca is inspired by this also.

In Snow White and Rose Red, a bear the two girls meet and help ends up being a prince who was cursed to be a bear. In the end, when the prince returns back to normal, Snow White is the one who marries him. And of course, Tezca is known for his bear mask and first appears with the name ‘Mysterious Bear’.

And, magic mirrors are an important object in Snow White and The Seven Dwarves, giving the two characters something to relate to.

[jester-loverre]

Joel “at least Maria handled the period talk for me” Miller.

Also I feel like Joel’s reaction when he finds Ellie with Cat isn’t digust, it’s fear. Joel was coming of age in the early days of the HIV/ AIDS crisis and when there was a lot more homophobia in the world. The world as he knew it stopped in 2003. We know Joel would have seen gay people dying on tv. This is probably the extent of his lgbtq education. We see him in flashbacks with Bill and Frank, and to Joel they are no different than any other couple, Joel accepts/tolerates queerness, but I think that he’s afraid of its consequences. Also keep in mind that Joel never got this far with Sarah, she was 14 in show cannon when she died. This is completely new territory for Joel, he’s never had to parent an older teen, let alone one with as much trauma and isn’t the assumed sexuality. He doesn’t have anyone outside of maybe Tommy and Maria that understands the situation and are able to help him parent a vastly different person then Sarah, because I think a lot of the time Joel forgets that Ellie is not Sarah, he loves her just the same as Sarah, but he forgets that they are not the same person and need to be parented differently. We know Joel’s dad was a shitty parent, he’s just trying to do a little bit better, both than his father did and with Sarah.

THE LAST OF US Season 2, Episode 6: The Price

[former-incel]

This is from page 23 of Elliot Rodger's manifesto.

I still refused to have any playdates when I was at my father’s house due to the incident with Soumaya in Fourth Grade. Because of this, my father and Soumaya became concerned that I didn’t have any friends.

Soumaya forced me to befriend some of the neighbor’s kids who lived just down the road. They would often skateboard outside of their houses. I was aghast… the prospect of walking up to a bunch of kids who I didn’t know and asking to play with them was terrifying to me. They were “cool” skateboarders, and that made it even more intimidating. Of course, I wanted to be friends with them and join in their fun, but I was too scared that they would think I’m weird. I have always been shy by nature.

Soumaya didn’t understand this, and she gave me no choice in the matter. She sent me out of the house and wouldn’t let me back in until I introduced myself to them. I tried pretending that I was playing with them, but instead I would hide in a quiet street corner. To my surprise, Soumaya somehow knew I was doing this, and she came to confront me. She then got Tracy to take me down to where the kids were playing and push me into it. Tracy went up to the kids and asked if I could play with them. I felt embarrassed and timid, but they welcomed me.

For context, Soumaya was Elliot's abusive stepmom.

Many people do this. They see that someone appears to be shy, and they want to help them overcome it. So they pressure them. They insist that they turn off their fear and just do it (which I'll call TOFJDI in this post).

And that may work once. But it won't work as a long term solution.

You're supposed to be afraid to approach people. You're supposed to be afraid to enter other people's spaces. You're supposed to be afraid of bothering people. You're supposed to be afraid of how people will treat you. Anytime you do something, you're supposed to be afraid of what will happen. That's not a flaw. That's not a bad habit that needs to be overcome. That's literally a requirement. The solution is to have a deep understanding of why the fear exists and to have clear rules for how to respond in each different scenario that comes up, not to simply ignore the fear.

If you get him in the habit of TOFJDI, he'll be extra vulnerable to being dared. When a bully dares him to do something in order to get him into trouble, to laugh at him, or to get people to dislike him, if he's in the habit of ignoring any inhibitions he has and forcing himself to do things no matter how painful it is, he'll be very likely to do what he's dared to do. He'll also be vulnerable to copying what he sees other people do or what he sees on TV, for the same reason.

Also, TOFJDI would absolutely bomb when used in his interactions with girls. He sees an attractive girl and wants to approach her? He has an idea of what to say to an attractive girl and he's wondering if it's a good idea to say it? He's hanging out with an attractive girl and wants to touch her? TOFJDI could easily lead to sexual harassment. What he needs is clear rules for how to approach her and when it's okay to (for example, if she's busy and doesn’t want to be distracted, or if being approached by a stranger could be dangerous, or if she's at work and required to be polite to him, then it's best not to approach her). What he needs is to analyze the evidence to figure out whether touching her would be okay (based on what she's consented to in the past, and whether she trusts him enough to say no if she wants him to stop). If he's taught from a very young age how to analyze his effect on people, then he can continue the pattern when trying to flirt with girls. But if he's taught to TOFJDI, then he'll have to completely unlearn that.

There could even be a reason why he's afraid to approach people. If he's been harshly reprimanded just for saying one thing once that he misphrased or that was misinterpreted, he could easily be afraid of that happening again. If someone who supposedly loves him very much and had years to understand him is easily provoked into responding aggressively to him just because he says something wrong once, he'll definitely be afraid that others will do the same. If you don't want him to be afraid to approach or talk to people, then you have to be careful about how you treat him when he says something wrong. If you're his parent or otherwise have a caregiver role, it's your duty to set an example for his interactions with people.

[lifeisabiscuit]

Moments that we stole

I've officially finished the first 2 chapters on my modern Tamsand au and I'm super excited to share it with you. It's been months of thinking and disorganized writing but it's finally here. I hope to keep on top of writing so I can put chapters out regularly. The plan is for around 30 chapters 🫣 There will be smut in later chapters.

Thank you to everyone who's helped me by answering my random questions and given advice and to all who've expressed interest! It's really kept me going.

So this is for you, I hope you like it! Let me know if you want to be tagged 💕

Moments that we stole

Summary: Rhys is happily dating Feyre but what happens when he can't get her roommate out of his head?

Tw: cheating, mentions of Amarantha and Tamlins father.

Read both chapters on AO3 here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65671873/chapters/169107889

Preview of first chapter below 😊

Rhys was nervous. A feeling he wasn't used to being a charming and persuasive business man running his dead fathers company. Being confident is part of what makes him successful and able to get Clients.

But today he was nervous. His heart was beating fast and his palms were sweaty. And the reason?

Feyre Archeron.

Well, her roommates to be more exact. Today would be the first time he met them. Feyre and him have been dating for almost 3 months and she finally decided it was time for him to meet the two men she lives with. He doesn't know much about them other than that the apartment is Lucien’s who is currently on break from traveling with his band and is dating Feyre’s sister Elain. Then Tarwyn? Or whatever his name is, is some kind of florist. Feyre met them both in art school. Lucien went through multiple different classes and fields before dropping out and starting a band with his friends Tarquin, Kallias and his fiancé Viv who according to Feyre is wicked on the drums. And the other one, Talmin? Was going for a BFA in music before dropping out for some reason. Feyre had just said he told her it wasn't realistic. She was the only one who stuck it through and graduated with a degree in art history and museum studies.

Feyre and him had met at a coffee shop Rhys had just happened to walk into that day. He was meeting a prospective client there and Feyre had spilt her coffee on him when she turned around, nose in her phone. Rhys thought she was gorgeous. She had profusely apologized and Rhys had said she could make it up to him by going on a date with him. She had agreed and they had such a great time that they went on more dates and a month in decided to be exclusive.

Not that Rhys had been dating recently. He hadn’t had time for that lately with how busy his job had been. That's why it didn't work out with his last hook up, a guy named Jurian. He was too needy and didn't understand that Rhys couldn't just leave his job in the middle of the day to go on a hike or go on a trip every weekend. Feyre was just as busy as him with her job and her art classes but they always managed to find time to see each other. Hopefully after he met the roommates, they'd be agreeable to Rhys staying over at their apartment instead of Feyre always coming to his. It made more sense since he lived farther from her job and he got off work earlier than her.

Pulling up to the street parking outside Feyre’s apartment, he really hoped they liked him. He got out, buttoning his HELION jacket to keep the chill out. He was distracted as he walked towards the line of trees that lead to the entrance.

Turning down the row, Rhys bit back a yelp as he collided with someone.

"SHIT sorry! I'm so sorry. Oh your jacket..."

Rhys looked down and noticed what looked like paint now splattered on his expensive jacket. He looked up, ready to give the asshole a piece of his mind when he looked into the most gorgeous eyes he's ever seen.

They were green but not just green. They were the color of the meadows he used to frolic as a kid in the next town over. The flecks of gold mesmerized him and he didn't realize he had zoned out and was just staring at the man in front of him until he noticed him backing up.

"-Go. I'm really sorry again" and then he was gone.

Rhys stood there for a minute, lost in a daze about the most beautiful man he's ever seen. He was tall, as tall as Rhys if not an inch or 2 taller. Blonde, he thinks, he was too busy staring into those eyes. The most brilliant green.

Rhys finally snapped out of his daze and turned to follow the direction the man went before realizing what he was doing and shaking his head. He's here to see Feyre. His girlfriend. Not to waste time chasing beautiful boys. He walked back to his car and threw in his ruined jacket before heading back to Feyre’s apartment.

Read the rest here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65671873/chapters/169107889

Tags: @highlordofkrypton

[aquamanandfriends]

"He asked when he was younger and I told him his father passed away, that things were complicated. I always told him I'd explain things when he was able to understand it and he stopped pressing. Some time's he'd ask me what Hassan was like and I'd always answer that." Rava sighed, "I told him the other day how proud his father would be of him and he brushed it off so quickly now I'm not sure if he ever cares to hear about it all." She paused a moment, finished off her drink then placed the glass down and faced Nik. "It's why I started working with the Innocence Project in the first place. Have you ever thought about something horrible that happened and how different things would be if that thing hadn't happened? It's not that you're happy it occurred but changing that moment would have changed your entire path or so many other things that you cherish so much?"

"He hasn't asked?" Nikolas didn't want to pry, but he had a sense that Rava wanted to talk about it. He smoothed a hand over her calf and leaned down to stain a gentle kiss against her skin. "What are you thinking of saying to him?" Maybe it would help her to work through a rough draft of it now.

[patema-introverted]

I wonder– since Lillith specifies that she's the daughter of Nyarlathothep and not Kayne– if Lillith isn't this Kayne's daughter. It's possible that she's the child of one of the other universe's Nyarlathotheps that Kayne killed in becoming Kayne.

[golongbyjoannanewsom]

it is funny how valjean is like “i can’t let cosette know i was a thief :(” when she has just gotten engaged to a man who was involved in a violent anti-government uprising

[slayerdurge]

Durgetash Resurrection AU

"Is that...? That's my body. I remember now. The Morphic Pool. The Elder Brain, it... I was dead. What did you do?" "I made a deal... with Lord Bane."

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 6!!!

[willowser]

the thing so sweet to me about step dad!touya specifically is that your daughter isn't being raised in a toxic/abusive household. no, you and her father aren't together, but you both love and care for her, time is split fairly, you two can stand to be in the same room as one another and at events together to support her — so she has no qualms about being like "love you!" to touya and that THROWS him OFF.

[shadowedvales-gone]

not that i even include any of the nina project canon on this blog, but what really annoyed me about it all [i mean, basically everything to do with the storyline lmao] is that jane continued to call brenner papa. he claims they're “father and daughter”, offers his hand to her, and she takes it in order to continue the work. she confirms he is her papa. by calling him that, it continues to implement that he is some kind of role model or positive figure in her life. the fact that she didn't confront him about her childhood until he physically stopped her from leaving, and put the shock collar around her neck, is wild to me. all of jane’s development from the very first episode is amazing. at the end of season one she associates “bad” to brenner, after spending one week with the boys. one week compared to eleven years with brenner.

yes she did try running away from him the moment she saw him, and she was only thinking about helping her friends in working with nina, but she would not have put up with his behaviour towards her. she knew who he was at that point, and if not just to her, then to her friends: he faked will’s death, threatened to kill the boys, and most importantly destroyed her mothers life. anyway. the point of this post, is that after season two and her experience with kali, the man who hurt terry, and brenner’s vision, she only refers to him as brenner. there is no more papa. she is not giving him that credit, or allowing him to have that possession over her. if he were to ever come up in conversation, he is brenner, and that’s it.

which, on that note, i believe jane would stop referring to terry as 'mama' and instead simply call her 'mum.' when jane is looking through the documents regarding hawkins lab in the cabin, she sees terry for the first time, and realises she is her mother. without thinking, she calls out for mama, [not ma, not mother, not mum etc] the title already engrained into her from her so-called father: in that moment she still believes brenner is her father, and this woman is her mother. so they are both automatically mama and papa in her perception, the only parental titles she really knows of thus far. she's connecting these two vastly different people together by titles, which may seem simple on the outside, but has far more meaning within. the word papa will always be tainted to jane, and once she finds out about her real father, andrew rich, she would never call him papa, so why would she call terry mama? 'mama' is immediately associated to 'papa' and when jane grows up a little more and comes to realise these titles connect to one another, she only calls terry her mum or mother.

[scentofpines]

in class today i felt so incredibly out of place again, why does it have to be so hard for me? and, i like this girl, but every single time we have class she mentions her "autism" while happily chatting with 3+ ppl at a time, completely effortless, while im sitting there, staring and trying to focus enough to even understand the conversation bc there is so much noise around me that i feel like i'm about to either explode or shut down completely and i feel like an alien trying my best to somehow socialize and understand what is going on and really to just get through this.

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"We certainly did," Doreen nodded, as she gratefully reached for a cream puff: As much as she loved a good, swinging party, it was also a relief to get away from the smothering, suffocating atmosphere of the ballroom, with its crowd of bachelors lined up around the room, waiting for a chance to dance with her, her smiling parents on the sidelines, hoping to see one of them-any of them-be the son-in-law of her dreams.

But she wasn't going to dwell on that, and let it rain on her proverbial parade: She was going to enjoy this little hideaway with her beloved and her friends, the former of whom was regaling Philippe and Susannah with tales of some of Doreen's own childhood misadventures in goodie theft, tales that made her beam with pride:

"...you would've thought she was part magpie with all the things she used to swipe!" Edward recalled with a bright, happy laugh, before moving on to his favorite story to tell, one he seldom got to tell, but treasured anyhow.

"When I was a boy, I caught a nasty spring cold, and I was running quite the fever, so my father put me to bed, and routinely checked on me throughout the day. As soon as Doreen heard about my fever, you know what she did? She brought me ice cream!"

"My logic was that cold food would help reduce his fever," Doreen admitted with a shrug and a smile, as Edward grinned, "Well, it didn't take my fever down, but it did make me feel better. She spent the whole day with me, her parents' worries about her getting sick be damned; she read to me, put on puppet shows with her toys, played me songs on that little piano she had...it made me feel worlds better than any medicine ever could."