#im sure there's not a lot of people who care about this and this is mostly just me being upset about things that ive dealt with

[tus-labios-o-la-vida]

To be real, what they probably were arguing was the opposite in a way- but i believe they were also on point.

If this person is US American, they may be referring to the Mexican West as the Northern part of Mexico for Mexicans. Its a little strange because Western movies with Mexicans, mostly depict Northern Mexicans. (I could also be wrong and they were referring to maybe baja california?)

Anyway, i bring this up because in mexico there are two main currents of studying archeology. The most popular is the central-south archeology that spends most time maintaining and studying sites like Teotihuacan or Tajin, that have huge pyramids and other hard to miss tangible buildings.

The North anthropology is way different and id say harder , because the people who lived up in northern Mexico were seasonal nomads, and settlements were made by native groups that traveled with the philosophy to leave little trace. Resources were not as abundant as the south, and climate changed throughout the year, so they had to move areas and follow resources. Northern anthropology is based on studying basically signs of these settlements by the trash - broken tools and other traces like a blind puzzle. There are little obvious signs and if there are any structures they’re made of sand that chips away like in Paquime. Or maybe pictographs on a rock in the middle of the desert like in three rivers. (Three rivers is in the US but you know, nomads back then did not care about borders)

Its a lot harder and a lot easier to simply fail to procure enough evidence to prove your theory beyond a doubt. So theres little interest by the public and academia.

Anyways if this person however was about actual Western Mexico, im terribly unfamiliar because the western part of mexico (western side coastline) is 7338 kilometers or 4559 miles, with widely different faunas and flora and culture and im not sure about what theyd be referring to specifically .

[libbythatcherssecretgf]

Some like it Violent

Helen x fem! reader

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Synopsis: Helen and you have been friends since before her & Eddie got hitched. However, there are things that she didn’t give up for him.

Word Count: 2.0k~

Content Warning: Vag!nal F!ngering, Biting, bre@the play, smoking k!nk, rough s3x, (previously established consent), scratching.

Minors DNI

Tags: @ahsfan05 @imorynn @im-a-carnivorous-plant @gayestswiftie @renyfisher @liliastriangle

Note: Everything is consensual & previously discussed within their relationship. Don’t like it, don’t read! This is for my kinky bitches who like it rough. 💋

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Growing up in the back alleys of the Bronx, Helen sure are hell was used to taking care of herself. From a shitty dad who cared more about booze then her mother & her. To a shitty baby daddy that got her pregnant at 22, then split. Leaving her to raise a baby, alone and dead broke. She learned a thing or two. But most importantly she learned a hell of a lot about herself. For one, she was resourceful, didn’t give a shit about what others thought. Two, she loved woman, sexually, romantically, spiritually. Didn’t matter, if a hot lady was nice to her. She’d get wet, and have to collect herself internally.

Of course she didn’t get the chance to ever voice her general love for woman. Not all of it was sex, but it didn’t matter that much at the time. Her sexual fluidity meant she flew under the radar from the Bible thumping conservatives that lived around her. Kissing girls behind sheds, swapping spit with boys behind the dumpster. Didn’t matter the risk, she was gonna do it. She craved it, she craved the rush, the pleasure it gave her.

She spent most of her adult life having hook ups, meaningless ones. There were some guys after Richie’s pops. But none of them stayed around enough for them to even be considered a relationship. The entire time she was fucking woman, and it was always the hottest sex she’s ever had. She was a kinky bitch after all, and most straight guys idea of kinky was calling her a “slut” and pulling her hair. Both of which she’s not into, and found it deeming the way they said it to her.

You met Helen on a whim, a hot summer night in the late 70’s. She was a young divorcée with a toddler at home. Who using drinking and clubbing as a way to escape from the life she never imagined she’d have. It was sweltering it that club, hot bodies with little clothing jam packed together. Dancing the night away, with brains disillusioned by booze and whatever sort of substance they could get their hands on.

You’re dress what tighter then you’d normally wear ever. Your friends had dolled you up and gave you a few shots to pre game. Was it stupid, absfuckinlutely, was it dangerous, yeah. But you were freshly 21 and were going with a group. So you felt it was safe enough.

When you got there, the club was packed. It was already way too loud and way to suffocating. You immediately had that put to regret in your stomach. Gripping onto your friends hand for dear life while the group of you navigate the swarm of people.

Then that’s when you her. Helen in all her glory, tanned to the gods, skin tight cheetah print dress riding up so high that it’s practically showing her panties off. Her hair long and curled, swaying with her as she dances. The lighting made her look like an Angel was sent to heaven. Time seemed to stand still in while you drank in that first glimpse of her.

At the time the unknown woman seemed like such a far away, distant fantasy. You never thought she’d even look your way, let alone go out of her way to speak to you. But that’s exactly what happened. You had been standing with your friend group, sipping at a whiskey sour. When you felt a warm hand rest on your bare shoulder. Before you saw her, you smelt her perfume. Was it cheap, yeah. But it spelt heavenly in the moment.

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1992

Helen was with the guys in her & Eddie's basement. All of them were playing a poker match, sitting at the table smoking cigarettes & sipping on cheap beers. Alchol wasn't cheap afterall, and professional gambling, as much as she was good at it. Didn't exactly make you rich, even if you're safe like she is.

She's wearing a tight leopord print dress, that ends about mid thigh. Her cleavage is deliciously displayed, showing off her tanned skin. Her Italian genes her in full swing during the extra hot summers. In which she'd lounge outside at the public pool. Reading one of the trash smutty romance novels that middle aged woman seemed to not get enough of.

She pushed her glasses up from the brim of her nose to look at her cards. Focused on the game, she doesn't hear you come in. But she quickly realized it when she felt arms encircling her waist. The smell of your familiar perfume, mixed with a little colone filled her nostrils. Helen's red pointed lips upturn in a genuine smile, turning her head to look up at.

“Hey Babygirl, I didn't know yah were coming today. I woulda picked yah up."

Her thick Bronx accent was prominent as she spoke. It was incredibly attractive to say the least. With a large smile, and a light blush wafting over your cheeks. You rest your chin against her shoulder.

“I wanted to surprise you.” You’re voice sounds softer then usual. You liked making her happy.

“Well, it’s a pleasure baby.” She murmurs, while pressing a kiss to your cheek. Leaving a bright red lipstick mark in its wake.

The boys were all snickering at the affection, weather it was out of amusement or jealousy. Well that’s up to your own imagination.

You sink yourself in the chair behind her, leaning against the mini fridge and grabbing a cold beer for yourself. Using your belt buckle to open it, then taking a large swig of the cold burn against your throat. It helped you wake up after a long week. Not to mention Eddie wasn’t around, which meant you could ravish Helen without and distractions.

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Today was one of those nights where Eddie was working another Shitty Bar party, meaning that the both of you had the house to yourselves. Although Eddie new perfectly well about his wife having sex with you. It wasn’t something you did when he was home.

After eating some leftover take out from last night, the both of you are in the living room. The curtains all drawn, and the only light is the tv illuminating the both of your figures. Helen is straddling your lap, causing her dress to ride up to her hips. Exposing her burgundy laced panties. While the both of you make out heavily. Lips locked, tongues exploring each others mouths.

“Mmm baby, it’s been to long.”

She whimpers against the soft skin of your cheek, while your nails rake against her back.

“I know, I missed you. We need to get a routine or some shit going. Because these month long dry periods are making me nuts.”

She hums, a tiny smirk on her lips. While she starts to lightly grind against your lap. Caressing your neck, while placing sloppily open mouth kisses against your throat.

“Then stop keepin me waitin”

she purrs against your skin. Causing you to hastily pull her dress down enough to expose her bra. Immediately starting to nip and suck at the newly exposed tanned skin. Your nails digging into her hips to keep her still. You feel her playing with your hair, while she’s already making filthy sounds.

Her dress was scrunched up to only covered her belly. While you hastily made work of removing her bra, palming at her tits that fit perfectly in her hands. While leaving hickeys and bruises in your wake. The both of you already getting impatient. Her grip on your scalp was getting getting tighter, and she was grinding harder against your pelvis. Making it obvious how soaked her panties were.

This only fueled the fire in you, flipping the both of you so you’re on top of her. She laughs at that breathlessly, while your hand gently puts pressure on her throat. Not enough to affect her breathing, but enough to make her smile with an added boost of heat pooling in her stomach.

“You’re such a pretty whore baby.” Your voice is teasing but smooth. The smirk never leaving your lips, as you slide her panties off her with your free hand. Exposing the tan lines of her skin. Her moans were already starting to get needy, and there was a lot more where that came from.

Taking your hand and grinding your palm against her mound. She starts to lift her hips in the same rhythm as you’re. Using your index and pointer finger, starting to lightly tease her labia for a few moments. Then swiping your fingers down to collect her wetness on your fingers. Carefully sliding both of them inside at once.

She hums in contentment, placing her hand over the one on her throat. Smirking up at you, and letting out a long moan when your fingers curl into her g-spot. Starting to pump in out of her her, increasing the speed roughly. Making it so she couldn’t do much to react other then moan. Her eyes rolling in the back of her head. Once she’s dripping, you go a bit slower so you can circle her c!it.

“Oh fuck! I’m gonna come. Shit!”

She whines, then her hips slam up against your hand and her stomach tightens. Legs shaking, while she comes undone. Letting go of her throat and pressing kisses to it. No marks left behind, you didn’t want to hurt your baby.

“Good girl. You did such a good job for me baby.” Planting kisses from her clavicle to where her jaw connects to her skull. You remove your fingers and move her legs to a more comfortable position. Letting her catch her breathe, while watching her pant.

She looked fucked out, pupils blown out and her hair was sticking to the sweat of her forehead. Lipstick was smudged all the way from her perfect nose, to the bottom of her chin. Your lipstick was probably the same way. Both of you were a mess, it was perfect.

Letting her breathe, you contort your body so you can reach for the pack of cigarettes you left on the coffee table. Putting it between your lips, holding it between your teeth while you light it with one hand. The other gently caressing her thigh. A soft, and reassuring gesture that you weren’t going anywhere.

Exhaling a cloud of smoke through your nose, you notices she staring at you. Smiling at her, you wink and move to straddle her belly. Kissing her again. Her hands snake around your back again under your tank top. Her acrylics digging into your flesh, causing a delicious pain that shot to your core.

“Babydoll, you’re so fucking sexy. How’d I get so lucky? hm?”

Her accent gets thicker when she’s being sincere. The added lust didn’t help either. Helen holds your chin so you look at her, admiring your beautiful face with so much sincerity you felt slightly embarrassed.

The sun was beginning to rise, and the golden rays were making her hair shin. Her brown eyes shining like honey. God, you loved this woman. It’s crazy how one random night. You’d met the woman that’d stolen both your heart & your libido.

She plucked the cigarette from your lips, taking a long drag. Her slender fingers wrapping around it. Chest lowering while inhaling. Lifting her chin, she exhaled the smoke. Causing her tits to rise up and her eyes closed half way. She looked so hot like that.

“My turn beautiful, or are you gonna keep that mouth of yours busy with that cigarette? Hm?”

You tease, while brushing her hair behind her ear. You wanted to see her face, how perfect she was.

“Of course doll.”

She almost giggles, leaning sideways to put the cigarette out. Wrapping her arms around your neck and kissing you deeply. The sunlight enveloping you both in a fragile warmth. While you passionately made out. Tongues fighting for dominance in each others mouths. While you’re holding her waist tightly. Her nails scratching against your breasts.

The fun was only just beginning, just another night in New York City. ~~~~

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I’m so sorry this took so long. I hope you all enjoyed this! Xxxx

[guthraiel]

officially finished kcd 2 so now im gonna complete the younger hans and henry meeting fic and some art wips i have because my brain is overtaken by this game HOLY FUCK

(spoilers under cut but its just my rambling mentioning the ending and some plottwists really)

ive been a hansry truther since the first game in the sense that henry is sooo clearly a bisexual loser and so is hans. imo the two most logical choices for henry's romance are hans and theresa, who, in each of the games they're romancable in are the ones who henry has known and trusted longest. theresa in KCD 1 is his childhood friend, the one person who shares his survivors guilt and the memories of skalitz. while in KCD 2 hans is the one person who has been with henry throughout this whole thing and never really left his side (excluding the arguement at the start and the various kidnappings and being taken hostage)

like either way imo those are the most 'cannon' romances to henry and i really wish kcd 2 adressed the existence of theresa a bit. she's by far the most interesting woman in the franchise since warhorse does lowkey struggle to write women in a way that's logical. i mean the way every female around henry throws herself at him except his main LI's who all follow some version of the girlboss trope is... man come on. i actually do really like both rosa and katherine, but i think there could've been just a teensy bit more done with them

also like what the fuck is up with henry's mother. idk if her name or any personality being excluded is meant to be an artistic choice to show how henry remembers her as just 'mom' and ignores any other part of her character but like wtf. both radzig and martin get names, a backstory and a deep relationship with henry while his mother is just. there. i get that this is the 15th century but in the first game it's clear in the tutorial that hal and his mom are CLOSE like i wish we got to see a bit more of that tbh

i have words to say about samuel as a character but none of them are appropriate for tumblr so i will abstain. tldr i actually like him a lot henry getting a brother-butnotreally is actually really sweet. like despite the fact that he lost his family and everything dear to him there is still someone who cares about him in a familial way. i hope we'll het to see more of him in some of the upcoming dlcs although i doubt it since he can technically die during the game (and i'm pretty sure in a canon run you should leave him behind)

okay last point to the characters is one ive had since kcd 1 but THE NAMESSS WHY ARE THEY NAMED THATTT

henry of skalitz my ass bro THAT'S JINDRA 😭😭 jindříšek even!! like i get that ř may have been an issue but just have him be jindra instead of jindřich then???

hans capon is just a bit silly like jan ptáček could be a pronouncable name, not to mention there is SO many characters named jan already so even Jan Capon i could lowkey get behind more

also i do fully believe non czech speakers miss out on the game a bit, there are parts of bg dialogue that are in czech and add just a bit of humour and immersion to the game (like in taverns, markets or during henry's nightmare in suchdol where the skalitz/maleshov people hiss 'you killed us')

okay ttldr this game is really good i just needed to yap since my friends whove finished it dont share any of my sentiments

if u have thoughts to share please do im curious what impression others got

[serxinns]

Helllloooo how are you? I was wondering if you could make a platonic yandere neglectful family x disabled reader like reader either lost a limb when they were little and they have to wear a fake one? You can make it a one shot or anything I just want to see how you interpret it! Have a nice day!

Yandere fam x disabled reader

A/n: it's been a while motivation has been down lately but I manged to make something woohoo! This is my first time making these especially making a physically disabled character so please feel free to criticize and give me helpful tips so I can improved in the future please and thank you

TW: yandere behaviors, neglect, toxic family dynamics, violence, weird behaviors that I DO NOT condemn, violence towards reader?, ableism, And more read at your own risk, this is purely fiction please do not think what the parents are doing is right this is suppose to be shown in a negative light ableism isn't cool ty

"So when are you running away?" Your friend asked worriedly on the phone "Early in the morning im so fucking tired of them" you as you frustratedly threw a bunch of clothes, food, and other items you needed in the bag while hot tears streamed down your cheeks you andMotherer" just got done with another heated your mother had a habit of always blaming you and never on your brother even if your brother had the proof all over him and your father would back her up saying "listen to your mother" or " stop being so defensive and be grateful" or when your parents made everything about him

But it was never like that you were born with a limb reduction defect which your parents worried a lot but mostly about their reputation, so before your 1st Birthday they taught you the basics at an early age like how to crawl then after that walking,, fortunately, you were a fast learner which pleased your parents and the other parents at the daycare giving praises to them, they always told you to hide your prosthetic leg claiming that "the world doesn't like people who are different" Shorts were banned in the house. If so, they would force you to wear long ass socks that would cover your whole entire leg. Whenever a parent or a kid questions it, they excuse, "Oh, we are just protecting their skin from the sun! Or "It's just their weird sense of fashion" they'll joke about making sure no one was suspicious

You had a normal family and life with amazing friends your parents would always throw big celebrations even when it's something small inviting all the neighborhood kids and families "My what an intelligent child you have!" said a woman who filled them up with pride and joy "they must've had their mother's intelligence or their fathers easy going attitude" the kids would even praise you as well some jealous glances here and there but you didn't mind all you cared about was that your parents were proud of you that was all that mattered you would think as you ran to them in open arms all happy and smiles

Those memories now burned in the back of your mind.

Then your parents came home with a beautiful baby boy your eyes beamed at you seeing your parents smiling brightly as you saw the sleeping child swaddled in the car-themed blanket to be truthful it was the most happiest and painful memory of you holding and kissing your brother's chubby cheeks, how your father discovered you fell asleep in his crib while feeding him, how they'll laugh when you and your brother made a mess or you dressed him up in embarrassing clothing the two of you were like peas in a pod they'll say

But then it began it was when you got 2nd place on a scienceprojectyou worked so hard on "great job y/n!" Your father as father picked him up and twirled him around the room as mother had the biggest grin on her face "I'll be making your favorite dessert!" "YAYYYY!" Your brother then came home frowning both you and your parents rushed to him worried expressing on their face "honey what's wrong? Is everything ok" "i...I got 5th place on my spelling test" your parents were face fell "Oh honey it's ok how about we make you your favorite desert!" Your brother face lit up as your face fell

"but you said we were making my favorite..." your father came up to you with a reassuring smile "dont worry honey we'll make yours another time but this time your brother is feeling down dont you think it's a bit selfish to think that when your brother is down" you didn't say anything as your father walked away comforting your younger brother were you really selfish? You would think the feeling crushes you as you saw how sad your brother was so you sucked it up and didn't protest to avoid any future situations it was just one time right

That was untill it became more frequent

They often missed your special events like they graduated fifth grade with an all-A-honor roll and perfect attendance you wanted to show your parents but they weren't here rather they were at the ice parlor with your brother celebrating that he tied his shoes all by themselves your grandparents had to replace them for you and they took you out to eat at your favorite restaurant as at least but you were still hurt by your parents and bothers absence when you returned home they didn't even apologize they just made up some crappy excuse like "we didn't want your brother to feel like hes nothing" or something like that you didn't say anything but told them "i understand" it to yourself not wanting to disappoint them

But this was only the beginning on your 11th birthday they always brought you to a family entertainment restaurant and made an excuse like "Oh I'm sorry sweetie we'll go there next year let your brother have this" You nodded trying so hard not to cried right in their faces your grandparents were outrageous an out this and both had a big fight which ended up forcing you to keep a low contact on them

Or when you were tired of hiding your leg from your friends and showed it to them they all stared in wonder asking a bunch of questions about it when you got home they were horrified

But it didn't stop there on events like Christmas or Halloween they would buy your brother the most high-quality stuff and gifts while you got some hand-me-downs and had to wear your previous costumes that could barely fit you and would use the "we're on a budget" while ordering your brother the newest toy that cost over 200 dollars your brother didn't make it better as he would brag it off to you playfully which pissed you off resulting in you shouting at him scaring him off causing a drastic shift in your relationship

As time went on, your parents became distant and strained on you only strict when you did something wrong and needed punishing you began to argue as your brother just gave you dry responses and avoided you making some comments here and there you only came out when it was dinner time or some "important family meeting" which rarely ever happened

One day tho was the final straw it was a week before your birthday and your parents called you two down for an important meeting in the living room as you sat on the couch your mother announced that they were going on a family trip to a country you always wanted to go to Your eyes widened as they all cheered hugging each other are did they actually planned this for you? Did they finally acknowledge your achievements guess all the hard work paid off didn't it

Oh how naive and gullible you were

"Oh no y/n you're not going it's just gonna be the 3 of us"

"What"

You stared at them for a moment, thinking as if this was some sort of sick joke they were playing, but it was serious. They were actually serious, your father signed, frowning, trying to show concern. "Oh dear, but who will watch them?" Your parents started talking about letting you stay at relatives' house the room started spinning and without a warning, you threw a glass bottle across the room at a wall which startled your parents as they saw your teary-eyed glare

You lashed out telling them calling them all sorts of them and calling them out on their favoritism your mother started crying as your father in her defense stated that "they did everything for you" It changed from yelling matched to a heated argument with hurtful words were said as your brother watched in fear crying, you gave them one final "Fuck you" to them and slammed the door and break down crying calling your friend and telling them about everything

They suggested that you stay with them for a while

And here you are, packing everything you need, leaving this hell. "y/n, it's ok. I'm here," your friend's comforting words echoed in your ears as you continued packing; you felt numb at the moment, not caring about anything but just letting your body do. Wondered if you wanted to see your parents or even talk to them again but you knew you didn't wanna stay here anymore you couldn't take it you needed someone to comfort you to hold you close and tell you the things you needed to hear

For the rest of the night, Your parents didn't even bother to check on you or even yell at you after that your brother just stared at your door silently for a moment and slowly went back to his room your parents suggested that they would punish you dearly after the trip taking all your electronics away and such making sure you won't cause another outburst again

The next morning roam as you heard your window knocking signaling you that it was time your friend grabbed your bag you made your way crawling out the window taking one final glance at your room and then carefully jumping out the window feeling a sense of relief

As your family went on a trip you started warming up to your friend's family they were the opposite of what your family was they made sure you felt welcome always checking on you whenever you or your friend needed anything they even took you to your favorite restaurant on your birthday they called your grandparents reassuring them that you were alright and well and to not tell your parents about where you were

When your parents got back they realized that the house was quiet too quiet... they stomped up the stairs and went into your room and saw that you were gone... impossible you couldn't your mother started freaking out searching the entire neighborhood begging them to look for you while your father was pasting around the house think where you could be "Wait they must've stayed in our relative's house remember" your parents and brother jumped In the car and drove to each relatives house but they all gave them the cold shoulder for some reason even your grandfather threw cold water at them yelling at them to get out

They were all confused why were they given the cold shoulder and where could you be? They decided to go the last place they could think of

Your friends house

"Kids come get your dinner!" Your friend's mother, Mrs Rodger, yelled as the two of you raced downstairs, "hell yeah, taco night!" "Language!" She scolded as the two of you sat down amd began devouring the taco a doorbell rang along with some knocking you started getting worried and so did your friend as the knocking and doorbell grew louder and desperate your friend's father overheard this and walked up to the door looking out the peephole his face turned red in anger

"Kids I want you to go upstairs as quietly as you can do not make a single noise f/n make sure you hide y/n" Your friend nodded as they quickly took you to their room making sure they hid you in a safe place Mr. Rodger calmed himself down and opened the door to see your parents in an exhausted yet worried state their hair all messy and the mothers face all wet and eyes red from crying

"Hello, Mr and Ms l/n, what brought you here, oh, Mrs l/n, are you crying?" Mr Rodger had a worried expression on his face as your mother started wiping away her tears and nose with a soaked tissue. "My child, I...they're missing, and I think they ran away somewhere 'cause we had a nasty fight, and it ended horribly, and the next day they were gone!" Your mother started crying again as your father soothed her, trying to calm down as your father began to speak. "We were wondering if they were staying at your house?" "I'm afraid I don't they haven't gone to our house or even visited they didn't even call my kid's number I'm sorry-" they all stopped when they heard a bump from upstairs

"What was that?" your mother asked, trying to peek into the Rodgers house, but Mr Rodgers blocked her. "It's just my kid playing, that's all, ms," but your mother didn't have it. "Lies! You must've kidnapped my baby and given them back to me right now!!" Your father held your mother back as she started screaming at Mr Rodgers "Ms l/n you need to calm down I didn't take your kid" Your brother got out of the car watching everything in horror as your father tried to drag her back to the car as she screamed "give me back my baby"

You covered your ears and started crying as your friend hugged you comforting you as you held them tightly you never saw this side of your mother she was always calm and knew what to do she was very intelligent and mature for her age and now you hear her breaking down and screaming trying to attack Mr Rodgers while your brother begged her to stop "dear please calm down I'm so sorry Rodger well talk another time" as he placed your mother in the car and drove back to the house defeated

Ever since then everyone in the l/n house began to change a day after Mr Rodger heard from, the neighbors that your family started developing weird behaviors your brother would come in your room and would sleep in there while your mother would only eat what you eaten like favorite snacks to favorite dinners and even liked your type of fashion your dad on the other hand was a different story he began to think that everyone was a suspect to your disappearance he sometimes would bash on the door demanding you to come out for almost a hour for him to walk off when Mr Rodgers threaten to call the police

Your mother would sometimes come to your friend's house smiling unusually and humming your favorite song that you used to listen to as a kid or even start to taut you a bit reminding you about all the memories or either sobbing and begging for forgiven stating that they'll be better parents

The final straw was when you were finishing up your last class and you looked out the window to see your father smiling In the car waiting for you.

Eventually, you begged Mr Rodgers to let you change schools to avoid your family and decided that you weren't gonna go back there not yet.. until everything calmed down but until that, you held your guard up for the time being

You knew your parents were just gonna give up now then not now they needed you their precious baby and they were gonna do everything to get you back in their arms again

[skele-doll]

The good old "Uh-huh suuure you did". I don't owe you any of my story, but i know that youre only saying this because you can't admit that a lot of people who ended up not going through with transitioning and found themselves prove that you can pick and choose whether you are trans or not. Sorry that real life isn't apart of your fantasy, spoon. Im not out of date on trans care, i think you just don't know enough about it and feel entitled to "educating" me despite not knowing anything yourself. And again, trans people are not a minority. Transness is an idea, not an identity. I hate having to repeat myself and im sure you do too. So lets get this straight: Transness, like "RCTA" or "trans-disabled" people, do not have an identity. It's just another half-assed label and cog in the machine of woman hating juice. If i go out, i don't tell people my identity is depressed. I don't tell people that my entire personality, look book, etc, is because im so "UwU autistic". Gender dysphoria is a mental illness, and those without it get off on the idea of cross dressing, autogynephilia, autoandrophilia, or are usually teen girls and boys who are told by the cult that being gay, lesbian, or bisexual is wrong. Your third sentence isn't properly structured nor grammatically correct, so I'm not even going to attempt to read into that. Just so you know. Aside from this, i think its fair to assume that you just like to argue with no real given arguments. Is that true?

They turned. The peoples march. Which started OFF as a womens march. Into a TRA movement. We're regressing back in time bruh

[bluehairedspidey]

"boone would hate gannon because he talks too much lol"

boone:

[xxplastic-cubexx]

BIRTHDAY HAUL courtesy of a very lovely friend of mine 🥺

bonus goofy pics of a bday snack i had earlier with my favorite menace …..

[chiangyorange]

I just had some violent flashbacks of the peepaw polls. Hit me like a truck

hey bestie did u mean to drag my ass down with you

[faecaribou]

Mercs reactions to time traveler Scout:

general note: there's something to be said about when you visit childhood homes you find yourself falling back on old habits and acting younger AND the fact that he's grieving his children that would make Scout probably act just as quick to violence as gravel war Scout would be. obviously though he's not going to actually be the same.

Soldier: I dont imagine much changes, for all that Scout is now a lot more cool-headed, I imagine Soldier is really good at riling Scout up. Also, previous note. so im sure these twos dynamics are mostly the same except that they both have less head-butting moments, especially after Scout starts doing his "oough my kids" thing. Also I imagine Scout tries asking Soldier about Merasmus the wizard and Soldier is like "how do you know my roommate" and Scout is like "dont worry about it. say does your roommate dabble in time travel magic" and Soldier is like "how would I know" and thats Scouts in with Merasmus which will lead nowhere because its not Merasmus that brought Scout back to the Gravel Wars.

Pyro: first person Scout befriends because he's the least likely to care about Scout being overly friendly, also future Scout has knowledge already on how to understand and interact with Pyro. Here's a lighter. Let's draw together. oops I said something that doesnt make sense without future knowledge. Pyro would not care. bestie core

Demo: obligatory 'huh this guy is kinda weird'. that being said Demo isn't going to necessarily care. He deals with magic books and wizards and the loch ness monster. so what if this guy acts a little strange. couple drinks together and they'll be great coworkers. except a couple drinks in and Scout (lightweight) starts crying about how his kids dont exist anymore. which is a weird way to say dead but ohhhhh fuck. Demo (mommy and daddy issues for sure) is never drinking with Scout again. holy fuck.

Heavy: I imagine they very much have a brothers vibe. Scout is still, in essence, Scout, and thus is going to be talking a lot and Heavy has a level of patience and sympathy for the (youngest) guy on the team that he is willing to sit there and listen. It also helps that future Scout probably isnt calling him fat or other names as much as the original Scout wouldve. Finding out about the kids just makes Heavy more protective of this sort of younger brother. Heavy for sure thinks that Scout was super irresponsible as a 20 year old if he already has dead kids at 25 and he probably wishes on some level he could just hide Scout away like he actual younger sisters but oh well.

Engineer: Future Scout still has some daddy issues but since Spy has actually been sticking around and helping with Scout's kids he doesnt have as much daddy issues, and thus while Engineer is still probably trying to dad this young and troubled merc, future Scout will not be accidentally calling Engineer Dad or anything. He appreciates having Engineer lend a hand but he doesn't need it. That being said I feel like Heavy and Engineer know a lot about grief and would be the two trying to offer a shoulder to lean on the most once Scout slips up about his kids.

Medic: He just wanted to experiment on people he doesnt know very well and keep them alive and once he gets to know them, improve their bodies like a well-oiled machine. Who the fuck is this kid spilling his whole tragic life story in his med bay. He probably still beefs with Scout because Scout is still stealing medpacks NOT because he thinks the 1hp missing is so important but out of sheer habit or doing that for years. So he's still stealing medpacks but now yelling "sorrryyyy" as Medic stands there on fire with 10 hp left. well at least Scout is terrified of Medics birds for some reason.

Sniper: Scout is like "youre my friend now Mick Mundy!" and Sniper gets scared off immediately. He came here to do his job, not to make friends, and pushing Sniper to become Scouts friend isnt gonna help, its gonna make things worse. He needs to thaw for a while. However Sniper has daddy issues and to hear about Scout being a dad will greatly help towards building their friendship much faster than original scout and sniper.

Spy. What would you even want me to say about Spy.

Scout: "Hi Spy :)" Spy: what the FUCK do you want shit head. Scout: Lets watch TV together or play catch or cook or something. Spy, afraid of Scout possibly knowing he's his dad, angry that Scout is a mercenary, confused and unnerved by Scout's friendliness: FUCK OFF FUCK OFF!!!!!! IM STABBING YOU GO BACK TO BOSTON Scout: Rude. anyway ill be back tomorrow :3 say hi to ma for me Spy: ???!!!! time passes. Spy: oh so he's just like that. and i cant scare him back home. fine I'll be grumpy yet tolerant. Scout: finally. hey buddy :) you make a great babysitter for my children Spy: WHAT Scout: oh sorry. i mean you WOULD make a great babysitter. for my kids who dont exist anymore. Spy: WHAT more time passes, spy tries to investigate about scouts kids but all he knows is that scouts grief is real and no one else seems to know about scouts kids who are gone Spy, in tears: ive failed as a father AND a grandfather. i never got to meet them. please tell me about your children. Scout, also in tears: Her name was Tanya and she wanted to be a princess spy

im going to be sick I just wanted to make a fix-it funny time travel and I cant stop thinking about Scout and how he has to wait years to see his kids again. I'm physically ill

au where after scout dies dec 14 1987 he just. wakes up on like the day after he joined the merc team during the gravel wars. and he has to constantly catch himself from being overly friendly with people like Sniper or Spy who havent opened up to him yet or catch himself from referencing things that havent happened yet and he's not very good at it but when your team is people like Medic and Pyro, the rest of them are like "ok so our Scout's weird. why do i care"

thoughts:

-Spy lowkey is nervous that Scout knows because why is Scout being so friendly with him

-Scout misses his kids and keeps freaking out about his kids and who takes care of them after he dies (Spy is a good babysitter but some part of him doesnt trust Spy to like. actually raise his kids because. well. you know. Also the comic writers confirmed Scouts Ma isnt dead in comic 7 she just wasnt there for Smissmas she has 6 other kids so maybe she can take care of them? or his brothers???) and every once in a while he's like "my children..... oughhhhh my children 🥺"

-so the rest of the team thinks he had like. kids really young (hes like 27 in comic 6 so) and they also mustve died really young at like 2 or something and thats why he's a merc is Tragic Past TM

-this also worries Spy because why didnt he hear about this. whats the point of spying and checking in on Scout is he didnt hear about this. he calls Scouts Ma and shes like "what the fuck are you talking about Jeremy doesnt have kids" so Spy is actually losing his mind over this because it doesnt seem like Scout is faking about missing his kids (Scout is obviously hiding. something though)

-Scout has also been through his character development of comic 7 so while he still kicks ass he's a lot less hotheaded and gets along with the mercs easier.

i dont know where im going with this but someone needs to write a fic about this i mean i COULD do it but when i start writing time travel fics they just. never end.

[bitchfitch]

I've started playing Potion Permit, and so far it's one of my favorite games I've messed around with, but the most big brained move the devs made was giving you a dog on day 1, and then making that dog able to track NPCs and lead you directly to them no matter where they are in the town.

[lupins-hehim-pussy]

I wanna know ur Fontaine msq criticisms 👁️👁️👂I’m all ears

I'm not sure if you wanted me to talk about this secretly or publicly but! Here I go!

The TLDR: Fontaine MSQ aestheticised prison, poverty, child abuse, the justice system/court and didn't properly address any of it.

More:

Focalors/Furina has way too much of a sympathetic angle for a dictator who's lets people drown with her inaction.

Neuvillette feels Bad for sentencing some people to death/prison, but that's it. He's one of the most powerful people in Fontaine. If he felt like there are systemic injustices, I.E sending an abused Child to prison, he should be the first person to DO something about it, not just cry and be sad so the audience can be like aw, that's complex character writing isn't it? No it's not! And guilt doesn't absolve you!!!!!!! (These are stuff we deal with in OTCOJ read my fic now /j)

Meropide has children in it, both Sentenced there (Wriothesley) and BORN THERE (Lanoire), and this is just a quirk of the place. Not only that, Meropide accepts prisoners of all genders and crimes. There are abusers and abuse victims in one place. Do you know how bad that is? How much potential for crimes to happen in a place like that— oh wait, Meropide isn't under Fontaine's jurisdiction. If you are assaulted as an inmate it literally means nothing to the court.

Wriothesley had no qualifications when he took over. Depending on how long he lived on the streets, how old he was when he killed his parents, how old he was when he was first taken in by the orphanage, etc, the man might never have more than 4–5 years of formal education. Sigewinne probably had to teach him how to write reports. And do Meropide's spreadsheets. Edit because I forgot to elaborate on this one: This isn't a point brought up anywhere, which is bad, because when poverty and incarceration robs you of a proper education (and the rights to vote in many places too, too, by the way), it reduces your prospects for jobs, reduces many people's ability to get a home etc etc. Wriothesley was just, narratively, Given his position.

Meropide is an industrialized prison, and they portray this as a good thing. Prisoners are paid in coupons for their labour, and this is also portrayed as a good thing.

The One-Meal-A-Day reform was something Paimon gushed about being so great of a perk, that people might want to go to jail for food (could be interesting and reflective of systemic poverty if MHY had brains, but they don't, so I was just Pissed because essentially all Paimon wanted to say was "Prison isn't so bad, but still don't go to prison guys! Prison labour is really hard!"). By the way, in most real-world prisons they are obligated to feed you three meals a day. Because that's how much food a human needs. MHY went with one meal just so they can say "if you want to eat more, you have to work." And then the welfare meal is a goddamn gacha. So imagine you're a starving child who's too weak to work in the fucking robot assembly line, and you wander up for your first meal in 24 hours, only to luck in with a shit one. I'd kill myself.

They wrote Wriothesley, who's a victim of the system, into a guy who's say shit like "I'm the Duke I can do whatever I want" for a cool moment where he choke-slams an inmate (I know he was a bad guy. But also, in copaganda when cops are violent/disregarding protocols, they are always only portrayed to do that against bad guys, so what does our critical thinking tells us about this one?) They wrote Wriothesley, who was an inmate of a prison so bad, so notorious that it is the literal boogeyman of Fontaine, that has a legal (???) fighting pit, with an administrator who abuses his position to be unreasonable, to willingly stay in the place and become an Administrator who would choke-slam an inmate while saying a cool line about how he has the power to do whatever he wants. They wrote him, the guy who had to be fed on the streets by melusines, to think one-meal-a-day was a good enough reform (while he spends god-knows how much on his boat). This wasn't a victim-turns-into-abuser narrative either, they want all this to be seen as positive character growth.

And then, the final kicker is, they gloss over his entire abuse. You can only read about these shit in his profile, which most people don't because they don't Have Him or doesn't care to unlock it/read it online, and they jammed his entire backstory into a flaccid info-dump at the end of his character story quest. This man isn't Allowed to feel abused and neglected and show any reaction to it within the narrative of Fontaine itself, because if they actually Gave Weight to what happened to him, they'd have to confront THE FUCKING JUSTICE SYSTEM they had NO PLANS on criticising. I don't think they ever explicitly said the fucking Crime-Theatre nonsense was Bad either.

I could go on, but this is already so long. But yeah, I hope this gave you an idea.

[jils-things]

i don't want to ruin this fun week of valentines + my eventual birthday but. been thinking about some things again and i just wanna let it out somewhere

[luxiguess]

hello guys i would like to make a psa of sorts!!!!

so theres this guy that i have been seeing around... it seems like they have gotten a decent amount of traction, but the more i look into their stuff the more i am put off in a way. Which has happened a lot when looking more into peoples accounts

I have seen that they have posted some... very suggestive and straight up cp works that included mob in it... but basically they are a creepy reimob shipper.

But basically I found that they hated serizawa which is a red flag in its self but the reason why they hate serizawa and serirei is because serizawa adds nothing to the story except for him having to "touch grass" and that his fans are annoying or smth????? they also said they head-cannoned serizawa as a "certified predator" to excuse the fact they were sexualizing mob??????

I really dont care if you age up mob your still sexualizing and shipping a character that is a middle schooler for the majority of the series.... And also the whole "fiction doesn't equal reality" is so weird and stupid like your still sexualizing a minor. Just because its fiction doesn't mean it can't effect someones thoughts or perceptions on things. fictional cp is still illegal!!!

some freaky stuff they said/drawn!!!!!

Im just really sick of seeing so many reimob stuff and a lot of it is normalized like.... thats really not something we should be encouraging or something that was even implied!! its just really creepy and your projecting your weird fantasies!!!

But i would really like to say that you need to be much more careful with the things you're engaging in. Please look more into the creators before reposting/rebloging their stuff!!!!

please dont engage in this persons content

[sonknuxadow]

thinking about the really early backlash to the first sonic movie again. im not defending how sonic looked necessarily but its crazy to me that so many people were mad about sonic while nobody seemed to care about what they did to eggman. in fact eggman was widely considered to be the only good part of the whole thing. even though he looked and acted nothing like the character he was based on . they literally just got away with it because people like jim carrey. Man.

[lemonywings]

the brainworms™ as bee and puppycat. also happy new years :D

also short thingy. ive been working on a grimpulse fanfic off/on with my partner helping with beta reading. and despite taking me ages, (i had a plot layout and was ready to write but then realised the plot was just absolutely nothingburger fr. so i scrapped it and made something new and better im happy with-) ,im gonna be ready to post it soon i hope :3. im about halfway through writing chapter 1 and actually having so much fun. if your interested in that i should post a link to it within the week hopefully. aight thats all bye!

[ilovedthestars]

i understand and appreciate the sentiment behind them but god, as someone in the process of getting an art degree and intending to pursue a career in art, those "don't get a job doing what you love because you'll start to hate it" posts are depressing