#it was tea LOL the nurse is OBSESSED with it but I had to make this joke

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i am literally for real obsessed with your timberkon pink kryptonite fic so i definitely would love to see another sneak peek, but i'm also loving all the superfam stuff you're putting out!!! something that i wish you would write because i love your works (and have since the darcy lewis stucky days) and i think you would do amazing things with the pairing is jaytim, but i know thats not everyones cup of tea

(i realize now that you were probably aiming for an ask rather than a reply so here it is in your inbox too hskdhsh)

Thank you! ❤️ And oh, asks and replies were both fine for this, no worries. I try to just specify in-post whenever I have a preference but it's not gonna bother me either way.

I DO like JayTim to read, but I've never really felt a particular bug to write it myself? At least not yet, anyway, that may one day change. Though I miiiiight still put Kon in the middle because I am who I am and all, haha.

I'm planning to update the pink K fic on AO3 tomorrow, though I'm pretty sure I've already posted enough of chapter two in excerpts on Tumblr to have posted basically all of it by now and I'm trying to avoid doing that with chapter three, sooooo instead please accept the beginning of this very niche Superfam omegaverse pack dynamics AU instead. I've been looking for an excuse to post this whole big long thing anyway, lol.

Read-more for length, 'cuz there's kind of a lot here, haha.

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The representative from the wet nurse agency shows up fifteen minutes early with an unusual-seeming omega who can't be a day over nineteen, being generous. Bruce makes a note to look into the agency's hiring practices a little more closely. The current situation is something of an emergency, unfortunately, and he's only had time to run the intermediate-level background checks so far.

Maybe this isn't the prospective wet nurse, he halfheartedly hopes, and they're just another representative; one who's in training or just here as backup. The kid smells like milk, though, and also why the hell would the agency send out an omega representative? Omegas are typically secretaries and clerks and almost all do in-office jobs, where they're "protected" from the outside world.

The practice is stupid and demeaning and borderline abhorrent, but it's a step up from the days when an omega couldn't get any job that wasn't as a nanny or a sex worker or some fucked-up combination of the two. Clark being an actual reporter is something that was practically unheard of two lousy generations back, and even now Clark is still an unusual exception in his field. Typically, an omega writing for a newspaper would be doing gossip or advice or something domestic, not investigative journalism.

So no, there's no way that this particular omega is anything but a wet nurse candidate, unusual-seeming and concerningly young or not. And Bruce had insisted on the candidate coming to meet them in person, even when the agency had very unsubtly implied that it would be better to just have the milk delivered.

Bruce is absolutely looking into this agency's hiring practices. An omega this age should barely be presented. One who's already allegedly producing enough milk to be a viable wet nurse for what they're requesting . . .

It's concerning, yes.

"Master Bruce, the representative from the Waterton Agency and her associate," Alfred introduces politely, gesturing between Bruce and their guests. He doesn't look or smell disapproving, even in the mildest notes, but Bruce knows he is.

Of course he is, with an omega who might be being either abused or taken advantage of or outright trafficked in the manor.

Bruce should've run a better background check.

"Hello, Alpha Wayne. My name is Ellen Travers," the agency representative greets tightly as Bruce steps into the parlor. She's a harried-looking blonde beta with graying hair who looks very unhappy to be here and is doing a very bad job of hiding the nervous dissatisfaction in her scent.

She doesn't introduce the omega.

Bruce puts on his stupid "Brucie" grin and strides right up to Travers, sticking a hand out to shake. She puts on a weak attempt at a polite smile in return and takes it.

"Hello there, Beta Travers, thanks so much for coming out here on such short notice!" Bruce greets her with a lie of cheerfulness, but Travers continues to smell nervous and upset and her smile is no less forced. And the omega . . .

The kid smells downright sullen, which is not a typical scent to catch off an unfamiliar presented omega and doesn't do anything to make him seem any older.

And yes, he's definitely unusual. He's much taller than Travers–about Bruce's own height, in fact–and has a very broad build and a surprising amount of muscle on him on top of that. Bruce knows full-grown alphas who'd kill to be built like this kid. He's also much more "handsome" than "beautiful", and frankly couldn't look less like the kind of sweet and pretty little things the agency had advertised on their website if he tried, much less the soft and maternal type Bruce had been expecting to actually have show up, given the specific requests he'd made.

Well, it does make sense. Bruce obviously wasn't going to provide the agency with either a Kryptonian genetic profile or a Kryptonian pup's exact dietary needs in search of a suitable wet nurse, but the nutrient requests that they'd made would likely necessitate an omega of a similar build to Clark's to supply–hell, the kid even resembles him a bit, funnily enough. They've already had four agencies tell them that they simply didn't have an appropriate candidate on staff, and the milk samples they'd been able to provide hadn't proven very helpful.

Bruce has no idea how the Kents ever fed Clark, but Martha had at least had the advantage of having a pack bond with him. A packmate's milk always does miles better by a pup than a stranger's or any kind of formula ever could.

Though she'd had some very odd cravings while nursing him, she'd told them. And Clark had still grown up underfed, even with formula and yellow sunlight to supplement–the Fortress had observed marked evidence of childhood malnutrition in him, he'd said.

Occasionally Bruce wonders what a properly-nursed Kryptonian raised under a yellow sun from infancy would've actually turned out like.

The thought is . . . well. A thought.

A thought that still makes him leery of how Jon Kent might grow up, sometimes.

Those concerns aside, though, the really unusual thing about this omega isn't either his physique or his face. Bruce is perfectly used to omegas with "nontraditional" looks after knowing Clark and Diana this long, to say nothing of various other Justice League members or other superheroes and villains he's known, or of both raising and reuniting with Jason. But this omega isn't as demurely dressed as mild-mannered Clark Kent would be; he's wearing opaque sunglasses and an alpha-cut studded leather jacket and alpha-style jeans and an inconveniently inaccessible plain black T-shirt with no sign of a nursing bra underneath it, nothing soft or appealing in either his clothes or his posture. If anything, he looks aggressive; tense and guarded and ready to start some shit. Even Jason usually puts up a temporary illusion of traditional omega mannerisms when he's meeting strangers as a civilian, if only so he'll be underestimated. This kid isn't even pretending to make the attempt.

And the kid smells completely and undeniably stray, too. Bruce can't catch a single note of packscent coming off him. Not even the scent of whatever pup got him milked up enough to qualify for this job. Unbred omegas sometimes lactate in heat or when under stress or if someone in their pack either has or adopts a pup, but a stray who doesn't smell particularly distressed or anything like he's on his cycle shouldn't be producing any milk at all.

At least not without using the kind of stimulants that Bruce explicitly forbade when filling out the agency application, anyway. Those medications are necessary for some omegas, obviously, but in this situation . . .

Kryptonian pups don't respond well to getting anything like that in their milk, they've already very thoroughly learned.

The omega also has spiked stainless steel piercings in his ears, snake bites under his mouth, and two curved barbells in his left eyebrow. All his other jewelry is heavy alpha-styled rings and bracelets, and his nails are painted a chipped black. And he is, notably, not wearing any kind of collar or necklace, and his neck is completely unmarked.

Bruce is in no way oblivious to the obvious message that an uncollared and unbitten omega's neck presents when left so obviously bared. Especially on a stray one who's dressed like an alpha and standing like he's expecting a fight.

He cannot imagine why this kid is working as a wet nurse.

None of the theories that come to mind bode particularly well, though.

"This omega is our most fitting candidate for your needs, Alpha Wayne," Travers says, her smile turning increasingly forced. Bruce thinks he can safely translate that expression as that of a beta who did not in any way agree with that assessment but was stuck following orders. "She fulfills all of your nutritional requests, including the necessary iron content and the prioritized fats and proteins, and, of course, is not taking any manner of lactation-inducing stimulants or supplements."

"He," the omega corrects, sounding dubious. Travers's mouth tightens. Bruce knows a lot of old-school traditionalists who won't call a male omega "he" or a female alpha "she", no matter what said omega or alpha's preferences happen to be, and makes another note about looking into this agency more thoroughly.

Much more thoroughly.

"She isn't available for direct nursing, unfortunately, but her milk is a perfect match to your requests and she produces both excellently and reliably; her supply will be more than enough for your needs," Travers continues as if the omega hadn't spoken, and the omega's lip curls in obvious annoyance as he rolls his eyes with no attempt to hide his exasperation even in the presence of an unfamiliar alpha.

Bruce thinks of Jason with a brief pang, and pushes the thought aside. It's not the time.

Maybe he could've asked Jason for help with this, if he'd been a better father. A better alpha. A better . . .

But he wasn't, so now there's an annoyed stranger standing in his parlor instead of a content packmate curled up in their nest.

"Really?" he asks, tilting his head and blinking down at Travers with a deliberately surprised expression. "The consultant made it sound like you'd need multiple donors, for the amount we're asking."

If one goddamn barely-presented kid is actually producing enough milk to even half-feed a Kryptonian pup . . .

"This omega produces sufficient quantities for your needs, Alpha Wayne," Travers replies with another forced smile. She must know how ridiculous a statement that is, when she's talking about a stray kid and not a fully mature omega with at least a couple of litters under their belt who's well-established in a stable pack, but she says it with conviction all the same.

"Oh, good!" Bruce says brightly, because he's supposed to be a stupid knotheaded playboy who wouldn't know a damn thing about nursing either way. "That'll be convenient, then."

Frankly, he only wishes one omega could produce what they need right now, but requesting that much milk from one agency for just one pup would be immediately flagged as suspicious, and definitely turned down outright. They're still looking for other candidates under false names, but at the rate they're going, they're going to need to keep supplementing with formula, which already hasn't been going well.

If Clark could get milked up himself, this wouldn't be a problem, of course. A Kryptonian omega could easily produce more than enough for one Kryptonian pup, especially under a yellow sun. Clark nursed Jon without a problem for years and was actually overproducing when he was, Bruce knows very well.

Unfortunately, that's not an option anymore. Not since . . .

Clark would never forgive himself if something like that happened again.

Never.

And Kara and Karen are both alphas, and Jon's a beta and only ten anyway, and the only other living Kryptonians they know of are either remorseless criminals imprisoned in the Phantom Zone or the sickly little pup who's slowly wasting away upstairs.

Formula and concentrated yellow sunlight haven't been enough. Clark can't get milked up anymore. They haven't been able to synthesize any appropriate supplements either in the Fortress or in working with the Justice League or STAR Labs or even in collaborating between them.

And the pup is just getting weaker, and quieter, and sicker.

A human wet nurse probably won't even help that much, at this point, but . . .

Well, it's the best chance they have to keep the pup alive until they can synthesize something. Maybe the only chance, now.

"We strive to provide to our clients' convenience, Alpha Wayne," Travers says, and the omega rolls his eyes again. Bruce is less and less convinced of him being an adult in any way but the presentation of his pheromones.

It's rude to address an unfamiliar unpacked omega directly, especially as an alpha. Technically Travers is chaperoning them in a professional situation, though, and Bruce has increasing suspicions about this omega's personal standards so far as "manners" go anyway.

And everyone knows Brucie Wayne is stupid and shameless, of course.

So he flashes the kid a grin, and he says, "Well, it's great to meet you, we appreciate you making the trip! What's your name, Mr. . . .?"

The kid blinks at him, clearly surprised both to be spoken to and to be called "Mr." instead of "Miss" or "Ms." or even "Omega". Travers looks absolutely scandalized.

Bruce really doesn't approve of the kind of traditionalists who won't introduce an omega or use their stated pronouns, though, so fuck if he cares.

"Her name is Carly, Alpha Wayne!" Travers interjects quickly, her tone a little bit too bright to be genuine. "Short for Caroline."

"Just Carl," the kid corrects, shaking his head. Travers's mouth tightens again. It's not a very typical omega name, so no surprise.

It occurs to Bruce to wonder if Carl might be a trans alpha, which he probably should've thought to wonder as soon as he saw how he was dressed and got an impression of his personality. Obviously the kid's at least not currently on HRT if he's working as a wet nurse, but that doesn't rule out the possibility of him being transgender all the same.

Actually, affording gender-affirming care is definitely a reason that a kid like this one would be working this job, especially if said kid's family weren't supporting them. Wet nurses make more money than most other fields that omegas without a diploma can expect to get into, at least short of sex work, and Carl is very obviously too young to have graduated college yet.

Actually, Bruce still isn't even sure if he's old enough to have graduated high school yet.

He's going to burn down this whole damn agency if they're knowingly employing a minor as a wet nurse.

"Nice to meet you, Carl," he says easily. Carl's eyes narrow consideringly, and then he folds his arms and smirks, crooked and casual.

"Sure," he says. "Nice to meet you too, Wayne."

Travers looks agonized. The last non-alpha stranger who called Bruce "Wayne" instead of "Alpha Wayne" was a beta terrorist who was in the middle of kidnapping him, and he's not sure any omega who wasn't an active supervillain ever has, so he's not surprised by her reaction.

Carl is still watching him with the same cocky smirk, though, an obvious challenge in the expression and his posture both. Bruce puts another point towards the possibility of him being a trans alpha, though he's not stupid enough to actually ask if he is, especially not in front of someone the kid works under. Presentation aside, Carl might not be out, and Travers is currently at least professionally following traditional manners, so Bruce doesn't have much hope for this agency being all that progressive and doesn't want to accidentally get the kid fired.

Though if Carl is a minor, Bruce is going to have to see if he can't slip him a business card and find him another job. Especially if he's going to be burning down the agency he's working for.

"Why aren't you available for direct nursing, if you don't mind me asking?" he asks in a curious tone, because he still can't smell a pup on the kid and most wet nurses who aren't nursing their own pups do direct nursing, and he wants intel about the agency's typical practices. Carl shrugs.

"Stubborn tits," he replies, pushing his chest out as he gestures at himself with no apparent sense of shame or self-consciousness, and Travers looks increasingly agonized. Bruce is just increasingly missing Jason, himself. "Milk flows too slow and the pups always get all fussy and stress out about it. Which, whatever, pups are weird anyway, they're not really my thing."

"'Weird'?" Bruce repeats, carefully noting the lack of possessives in reference to any potentially dysphoria-triggering anatomy. Still not a confirmation, but another point. Carl shrugs again.

"I'm afraid Carly doesn't bond appropriately with pups, Alpha Wayne," Travers interjects quickly, and Carl scowls at her. "She has an unfortunate detachment disorder."

"I 'attach' fine," Carl grumbles sourly, jamming his hands into his jacket pockets. "I just don't like kids."

Travers grimaces. Bruce keeps pretending to be an oblivious idiot. He has met omegas who don't like children. They exist.

They're just all deeply, deeply traumatized people. Or clinically insane.

Or both, frequently.

So . . . "detachment disorder" seems likely, yes.

Bruce doesn't consider either sex or gender to be the end-all be-all of a person, of course, but there are certain biological imperatives that no one can deny as existing, and a lactating omega faced with a theoretical hungry pup–really, just about any omega faced with a theoretical hungry pup–is not ever going to say they "just" don't like kids. Usually the problem with omega wet nurses is them liking kids too much, in fact, and getting distressed or depressed when the parents wean the pups and they won't be seeing them again. The decent agencies have psychological support for that in place and typically offer paid leave between long-term clients. The Waterton Agency does up to a month, which is one of the reasons Bruce chose it.

So yes, Carl is almost definitely traumatized.

Though really, a wet nurse who won't be around much isn't the worst thing, considering. Neither Clark nor Jon started developing any especially noticeable powers until they were older, but they can't assume anything based off a sample size of two, especially when said sample size is made up of biological relatives. And even if they didn't have to worry about that, well, the manor is frequently full of vigilantes and the cave is right underneath it. There's a lot that a regular guest could notice, especially over however long they might need to be nursing. Especially because nursing is a quiet, out-of-the-way activity that takes a while, and it would be very easy for someone to forget to keep their voice down or to not do a damn quadruple-backflip off a chandelier at the wrong moment.

And there's a reason Clark and Lois brought this problem to the shadows of Gotham, as opposed to staying in bright and sunny Metropolis with it. They've got something to hide right now, and a lot to figure out.

Plus if even a molecule of kryptonite gets involved in this situation, even secondhand . . .

Power Girl and Supergirl and Steel are the ones taking shifts watching Metropolis right now, and everyone is just going to leave it at that. Superman isn't coming out for anything less than the apocalypse.

"Well, the Lane-Kents will probably want you to meet the kiddo either way, if you don’t mind," Bruce tells Carl, offering an easy shrug. "Peace of mind, you know how it is."

"Not really," Carl says. Bruce debates slipping the kid a psychiatrist's business card, but he'd probably take it as an insult.

"Er, yes, Alpha Wayne," Travers says awkwardly. "Actually, we were expecting Alpha Lane to be with you . . . ?"

"Lois is currently stuck in Metropolis traffic thanks to Metallo bashing up half of downtown this afternoon and Clark is upstairs getting the kiddo around. Little guy just woke up from his nap," Bruce replies with a pleasant smile, making another note of how Travers left off the omega member of the couple's last name, and also apparently doesn't expect to be meeting said omega at all. He is increasingly regretting choosing this agency, though he may yet manage to do some good in the world by subtly dismantling it. Or maybe just by buying it outright and doing a little restructuring.

Or a lot of restructuring.

"Wait, it's not your kid?" Carl asks, wrinkling his nose with a puzzled expression. Travers looks pained. The Waterton Agency isn't Gotham-based, so Bruce isn't sure why she apparently expects Carl to be up on the Wayne pack's current members, especially considering how she keeps talking over and outright ignoring him. Bruce has a hard time picturing her bothering to provide the information herself, at this point.

"Oh, no, just doing a favor for some visiting friends," he replies smoothly, still wearing the same pleasant smile. Which is a lie, of course, because actually the Lane-Kents are part of his secondary pack and "visiting friends" therefore in no way covers what they are to him. The Wayne pack is both his primary and his family pack, obviously, and the Justice League is a loosely-connected tertiary pack, but his secondary pack lacks both an official name and public recognition, because explaining to the public why Brucie Wayne's secondary pack is two award-winning reporters from Metropolis, a random museum curator in Gateway City, a decorated Navy SEAL, and occasionally a cat burglar with commitment issues is just not going to work out for anyone's secret identities.

And that even without counting how everyone knows about Lois Lane and Steve Trevor's respective very public connections to Superman and Wonder Woman, much less ever explaining anything about Selina. Bruce, meanwhile, still isn't sure how he ended up in a pack with any of these people. Clark and Diana definitely have a lot to answer for either way, though.

Mostly he blames Clark. Diana has more decorum. Clark is just . . . Clark, so now Bruce gets a scarf and cookies from Martha Kent every Christmas, never mind that he's technically Jewish, because God forbid he ever tells her that and she starts sending him Hanukkah presents instead. He cannot handle eight nights' worth of Martha Kent's colorfully-wrapped scarves and lovingly-packaged cookies. That's just not a thing he can do.

He doesn't even celebrate holidays, except when Dick cons him into it. Which admittedly he's been doing more often again the past few years, but–

This is off-topic, Bruce reminds himself, but then gets distracted as Carl cocks his head a little and frowns over something. Bruce instinctively wants to brace himself for trouble at the sight, because that frown actually very strongly reminds him of Clark's "what the hell weird and concerning thing did I just notice with my super-senses" frown, but A) Carl doesn't have super-senses and B) Bruce just heard the stairs creak, which means the actual Clark is finally on his way down to meet them. No one else in the manor would ever make the steps creak any way but deliberately except for Lois or Jon, and Jon is out on a walk with Damian and Titus while Lois is, again, currently stuck in Metropolis traffic. So: Clark, definitely.

Also Clark tends to make the stairs creak a lot louder than either Lois or Jon do, given the very notable size difference there.

"Has Alpha Lane authorized you to make decisions for his pup's care, Alpha Wayne?" Travers asks with another forced smile. Bruce is resolving to check specifically her background too, at this point.

"No, no, that won't be necessary, good ol' Clark's right here," he says, waving a hand dismissively. "It's his pup too, and he knows much more about ones this age than I do anyway."

"Yes, well, omegas tend to get a little . . . irrational about the idea of sharing their pups with a wet nurse," Travers says "politely", like she thinks she's stating a fact. Bruce would say something cheerful-sounding and subtly insulting back, typically, but Carl's frown is deepening and he looks a little bit . . . odd, maybe, or . . .

There's a strange little pup-call from the stairs, very quiet and echoing in unusual registers but still recognizably one all the same, and just as recognizably resigned-sounding. It's a pup-call that clearly expects to go unanswered, at this point, which is something that Bruce would like to never hear again in his life, given the option.

Though it's better than a pup who's given up on calling at all, he supposes.

He tries not to grimace at that thought, though he's sure Clark's grimacing enough for the both of them right now after hearing a call like that. The pup is starving, and they just can't feed him properly. At this point sending him back where he came from might be kinder.

Honestly, if Bruce didn't know exactly who his parents were, he might've already insisted on that.

It's just–

The pup calls again, even quieter. Travers looks perplexed.

"Er," she says. "I apologize, Alpha Wayne, but is the pup ill? We can't be around them if they are, it's against agency policy."

"Oh, the kiddo just sounds like that," Bruce replies dismissively, and then lies, "Vocal chord deformity, apparently. We're not sure what caused it, pediatrician thinks it's something genetic."

Well, it is genetic. Jon calls in exactly the same registers, and according to Martha and Jonathan so did Clark.

So it's genetic, yes. Just not a deformity.

Carl's expression looks–odd, still. Bruce isn't sure what to think of it, but it makes him a bit wary. A detachment disorder doesn't imply an actual negative reaction to the presence of a pup, obviously, but . . .

Clark steps into the parlor with Lor-Zod sitting on his hip, the pup no older than two or so and looking small and listless in his arms, his dark skin all washed out and his previously bright eyes gone dull and tired. When he first crash-landed in Metropolis in the rocket he'd been wrapped up inside, Clark said he'd popped out of it energetic and excited and clamoring for attention in toddler-level Kryptonian, but he's been slowly fading ever since, wasting away without the nutrients that they just can't provide him. He's probably only made it this long thanks to the sun.

Again, Bruce has no idea how the Kents ever fed Clark, though he was already at least three by the time they got him, which probably helped. A pup Lor's age is capable of eating solid food, obviously, but milk or formula is still a major part of a pup's diet until they're four or five, if not older, and the longer the better. Hell, most kids still at least semi-regularly nurse for as long as their dam can manage to stay milked up, or even until they present themselves. No one can wean a damn toddler and expect them to thrive.

Or even survive, in Lor's case.

Lor opens his mouth in another weak, resigned little pup-call, and Clark's own mouth tightens as he restrains himself from answering it and giving the pup false hope for milk he just doesn't have, and Bruce steels himself to–

Carl croons.

Travers startles. Bruce is . . . surprised, a bit. A detachment disorder doesn't really imply the kind of omega who'd croon at a pup they've never seen before in their life, after all.

It's an unusual and unpracticed croon, as if it's a sound Carl doesn't make very often, which Bruce supposes would make sense. Lor responds to it immediately, though, shifting weakly in Clark's arms and pup-calling again.

Carl, with absolutely no manners or decorum whatsoever, sweeps right past Travers and Bruce and Alfred and just plucks Lor straight out of Clark's arms. Which–forget the kid calling him "Wayne"; that's a damn etiquette breach. Hell, Clark probably only didn't take Carl's head off for snatching up his pup without permission because he's so clearly dumbfounded that he actually did it.

Bruce is slightly less dumbfounded due to having spent five seconds in the kid's presence, but still, what is he–

"Carly!" Travers chokes in horror. Carl very obviously doesn't even hear her and just starts purring at Lor and cuddling him close in a way that really doesn't even slightly imply "detachment disorder".

And then Bruce figures out what was "odd" about Carl's expression, before.

"Huh," he says, a little bemused. "Did he just go into feral drop?"

"Alpha Wayne, I assure you, this is not the Waterton Agency's standard of behavior!" Travers sputters, sounding even more horrified, and Clark just blinks and tilts his head.

"I think he did, yeah," he says, looking perplexed. Carl continues ignoring everyone in the room except for Lor and just purrs louder at him as they both nuzzle into each other. Lor makes more very distinctly Kryptonian pup-calls at him, and Carl croons back with no apparent concern over their strangeness, sounding absolutely goddamn enamored.

That is definitely not a detachment disorder, Bruce thinks. There is no possible way that an omega with a detachment disorder just went into full feral drop over a pup at first sight.

Or possibly first sound, he's realizing.

Bruce is perfectly aware that omegas can feral-bond with distressed pups whether they mean to or not, but he's never seen it happen this fast outside of a warzone or a natural disaster. He's heard hearsay and read studies about particularly compatible sets that have done it under less stressful circumstances, but distressed and starving pup or not, he wouldn't have even expected a human omega to be capable of bonding with a Kryptonian pup like that.

Or at all, frankly. Deliberately created and carefully cultivated pack bonds are one thing, but . . .

Lor chirps, the sound still a little quiet and fragile, a little weak, but also undeniably hopeful, and Carl gives him a low, rumbly purr in reply and yanks up his inconveniently-cut T-shirt to expose his chest with no trace of hesitation or modesty. He's already leaking sweetly-scented milk, already adjusting his grip on Lor to let the pup get at his chest as easily and comfortably as possible, and Lor latches without a moment's hesitation and immediately starts to nurse.

And then Lor purrs. Carl just watches him with undeniable adoration, still paying no attention whatsoever to anyone else in the room.

Alright, then, Bruce thinks carefully.

Well, that just happened.

"Thought you didn't like kids, Carl?" he inquires casually, putting on an easy grin, and Carl finally seems to come up enough to remember that the rest of them exist, though he still doesn't actually take his eyes off Lor.

"I would literally become a supervillain if this kid asked me to," he replies dreamily, keeping Lor cradled in one arm and tracing a finger down the pup's cheek with a soft, besotted expression that's unmistakable for what it is even with the sunglasses on. He looks like he might just burn down the world if someone tried to take Lor away from him right now, and his pheromones are so all-encompassing and so cloyingly sweet that Bruce genuinely might need to see a dentist after this.

"Well usually I'd say we keep Batman in the loop on that kind of thing around here, but if the kiddo asks, it only seems fair," he jokes with a laugh.

"I would drop-kick Batman off a roof for you," Carl informs Lor lovingly as he strokes his cheek again and then skims a fingertip along the little barely-visible scar splitting his eyebrow. Lor keeps purring sweetly and Alfred coughs to conceal a low chuckle. Clark looks a little pained to be watching one of his pups nurse from another omega so easily and eagerly, but his mouth quirks in amusement at the comment anyway. Bruce doesn't dignify any of them with a response, because he is an alpha with dignity and also is in no way threatened by a passing comment from a barely-presented kid who clearly isn't even combat-trained.

. . . although he also isn't going to be stupid enough to try coaxing Lor away from the omega he just feral-bonded with just yet either.

Then Tim walks by the doorway, takes one look at Carl with Lor, and trips over literally nothing and into a full faceplant on the foyer floor. Bruce pauses, then raises an eyebrow.

"Alright down there, Timmy?" he asks. Tim scrambles back to his feet, looking more genuinely mortified than he's ever seen him.

"Fine!" he blurts. "Fine. Everything's fine. All the things are fine. Uh. What? Who?"

"This is Carl," Bruce says, gesturing to the kid. "Wet nurse from the Waterton Agency. And his escort, Beta Travers. Carl, Beta Travers, this is my son, Tim Drake-Wayne. And also Clark Lane-Kent and his pup, Chris Lane-Kent, who I'm assuming you've figured out are your prospective clients."

"Yes, Alpha Wayne," Travers says with a grimace. "We gathered."

"Ngh," Tim says, looking at literally everything but Carl and Lor. His face is bright red, which is an unusual amount of embarrassment for him to be showing just over tripping. Typically he masks that kind of thing a lot more effectively. Bruce would almost think he was actually embarrassed by watching Carl feed Lor, but Tim's literally never been affected by anything but passing curiosity when seeing a pup nurse before, so that seems unlikely. And he's a male beta, if still an unpresented one, so it's not like he's got any reason to care all that much about it anyway.

So his reaction does seem a little odd, yes.

Hm.

"Chris," Carl coos adoringly down at Lor. Bruce is in no way stupid enough to think that he absorbed any of the rest of that introduction or has even noticed Tim's presence at all. He wouldn't even put money on him having noticed Clark's presence, in fact, except as a pup-delivery system. The kid is very clearly in love with the pup in his arms and doesn't give a damn about any of the rest of them at all.

Detachment disorder. Sure.

[rems-writing]

Is Mingi the God of Death?

》 Pairing: mortal!Mingi x former Moon Knight!reader

》 AU: Marvel au

》 Wordcount: 3,198 words

》 Rating: nc-17

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The happiest of birthdays to my one and only soulmate. Song Mingi 🥰🥰🥰 ilysm. Thank you for entering my life as my ult. You have changed me for the better 🩷🤍🖤

Lately, Mingi has been having weird nightmares. It ranged from strange ceremonies that involved welcome people into a golden field filled with thin plants to people bowing down before him as they offer things like food, wine

Sacrifices 

Sometimes, the so-called sacrificial offerings would be struggling to break free from these followers. Other times, the sacrificial offerings would cut out their own hearts and place it on a scale. Mingi would find himself judging those people and either send them to that strange field or the sand dunes, where people turn into sand statues and remain that way for eternity. 

The nightmares progressively got worse as months passed. It was bad enough that Mingi saw people cut out their own hearts and seemingly plead to him for mercy. It got worse from there. 

His previous nightmare involved him embalming someone and wrapping them up like a mummy before encasing them in a coffin. He almost hurled at the sight of the different organs that were bloodied and placed in cracked and faded urns. He didn’t know how it escalated into that since his nightmare started off as him taking care of a person like he was a nurse. He found himself speaking gently to this person as he took care of their wounds.

It was ironic since the person was actually dead.

He didn’t know how to explain all of this to a therapist he was seeing. He never sought out a therapist before, but due to the increasing number of nightmares he had, he was left with no choice but to talk with a professional about it. What made things worse was that he felt guilty for seeing someone to talk about this with rather than his significant other. 

He didn’t want to burden his beloved after seeing you struggle with trying to reign in Sekhmet. 

He knew how much you despised being the avatar for Khonshu, the Egyptian god of justice and the moon. He wanted to make sure that you live a carefree life without having to worry about the old bird popping up out of nowhere.

Which is why he kept this to himself. 

He knew it was wrong to keep secrets, especially since he might get his ass beat by your twin brother. Marc was someone he didn’t want to mess with, especially with his dangerous alter. 

Jake Lockley

In the few times Mingi encountered Jake, he was almost scared away by him. Due to his love for you and his support from both Steven and Marc, he was able to persevere through Jake’s ‘protective’ antics and get him on the young man’s side. 

It also took some convincing from you as well since Mingi would often see (and try not to snicker at) you hit Jake with a slipper. 

My love <3: Hey! Marc is currently over rn and he demands coffee. 

Mingi was currently wrapping up his latest session with his therapist. As he shook his therapist’s hand, he couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching him from afar. Deciding to brush it off for now, he let go and bid his therapist goodbye before leaving to go home. After a harrowing day at work, he just wanted to snuggle up against you and listen to you ramble about normal life. Speaking of which, you messaged him about something. 

Mingles: lol are you sure it’s Marc and not Steven or Jake?

My love: Steven only drinks tea while Jake prefers ‘the blood of his enemies’ or whatever tf he meant

Mingles: so basically… a cup of milk coffee

My love <3: lol pretty much :P

Mingles: LMAO XD

Mingles: ok bet. I’ll stop by the cafe near our flat and I can get Marc his coffee. Do you want anything?

My love <3: Just your love and affection

My love <3: and maybe an apple fritter. I’m obsessed with those lately. Blame Layla lol

Mingles: Now see if I do that, Marc might beat my ass lol

My love <3: I’ll protect you. I have the power of the slipper! XD

Mingles: You’re so fucking cute. Ok I’ll get those rn. Ily

My love <3: ilyt

Mingi looked up and flinched when he saw the barista looking lifeless. She had white blurred eyes, sunken cheekbones, a jaw that was hanging on for dear life, and a body that was basically a skeleton if you didn’t see the paper-thin skin attached to the bones. He blinked and rubbed his eyes before looking at the barista once again. He was relieved when he saw a healthy-looking woman in lieu of the dead version of herself patiently waiting for him to pay. 

Mingi sighed dreamily as he put away his phone and walked to the cafe. There was no line and there weren’t a lot of people inside, so he was able to get the items quickly. As he took out his wallet, he casually asked how much he owed. He was not prepared for the answer given to him.

“I will offer you my soul.”

“Sorry. I must’ve been distracted. Been thinking about home and work and stuff.” Mingi sheepishly explained, to which the woman waved him off politely. 

“No worries. It’s totally fine. Anyways, $10 is your total.” 

Mingi nodded and pulled out a $20 bill. “You can keep the change. Have a good day.” He said quickly and politely before he gathered his things and walked out of the cafe. With your apple fritter and Marc’s coffee in tow, he walked briskly back to his flat, barely missing the way that some citizens looked with the same lifeless look in their eyes. As he patiently waited for the crosswalk sign to change, someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and almost dropped the items in his hand when he saw a dead man looking at him. His head was bent at an unnatural angle, and he spoke in a hollow voice. 

“You left us. You left your true home to be amongst the humans. You are a selfish god. You want to be human so bad? Then you will die like a human!” 

Mingi jumped out of the way as the dead man launched himself at the taller man, only to crumble into pieces when he crashed to the floor. Panic consumed Mingi and he ran for his life when the crosswalk sign changed. He dared to look back. 

He wished he hadn’t. 

A wave of mummified humans came barreling at him with lightning speed, all speaking in an ancient tongue that he somehow understood. The panic turned into fear when he felt someone’s bony fingers brush up against his ankle in an attempt to trip him and drag him away. Temporary relief washed over him when he saw a familiar building a few feet away from him. Picking up speed, he sprinted towards the entrance of the building’s lobby and inserted himself into the closest vacant elevator. He pressed the ‘close doors’ button rapidly as his peripheral vision caught onto the mummies scrambling over one another to get into the elevator. He breathed out a heavy sigh of relief as the doors closed in time and it started going up to his floor. Mingi slid down the wall and exhaled loudly as he patiently yet anxiously waited until it stopped. 

“Mingi.”

An eerie whisper of his name sounded in the air and Mingi flinched at the sound. He slowly got up and looked around to see who called him. As far as he knew, he was the only one in the elevator. 

“Mingi.”

The whisper grew louder and Mingi was able to detect a voice. It sounded soft and gentle, yet he knew better than to trust that easily. The lights in the elevator flickered and he looked around anxiously. It didn’t help that there were mirrors surrounding him as well. 

“Over here.”

Mingi looked to his left and his face paled. He was somehow expecting a dead version of himself to be looking at him through his reflection. 

He was not expecting an entirely different man to look back at him. 

As Mingi walked closer to the mirror, he set his things down and looked at his reflection. Whenever he raised his hand, the man would as well. Whenever he bent his head, the man would as well. It went on for a while until Mingi looked up and almost let out a scream. 

The man’s head had an outline of a jackal surrounding him. 

“Who the fuck are you?!” Mingi screamed. 

The man chuckled quietly as he stepped out of the mirror and stood before him. He was dressed similarly to Mingi, but it looked like he went through hell and back. His white dress shirt was torn at the bottom so his abs and slim waist were on display. His black dress pants had chains dangling from the belt loops, his black dress shoes were caked in sand and blood, and his crooked fingers were covered by black fingerless gloves that reached to his elbows, leaving his forearms to be covered as well. His black tie hung loose around his neck and his silver hair was more of a dark and ashen gray. His hair covered his eyes slightly, yet Mingi was able to see through them. The man reached out and grabbed his hand, holding it tightly as he stared him down. 

“I am you.” 

---------------------------------------------------

“Mingi, wake the fuck up!” 

Mingi heard your worried voice loud and clear, and he sat up straight on the couch, looking around rapidly before settling his eyes on you. Standing beside you were Layla and Marc. Layla looked worried as well while Marc was stoic and had his arms crossed. 

But he too was worried. 

“W-What happened?” Mingi asked hoarsely. His voice was lost due to the scream he let out earlier after that encounter with that strange man. 

“We got a call from the landlord saying that you passed out as you tried to exit the elevator once you reached our floor. I practically sprinted out of our flat as soon as she said that. Mingi, something is going on with you! You’ve been looking paler every day and you’re always so fidgety. Not to mention that you also wake up in a cold sweat and breathe heavily. Even in the darkness of our room, I can see you clutch your chest. Please… talk to me. Talk to us!”

Mingi couldn’t take it anymore. He broke down crying in your arms and told you everything. From the nightmares to the therapy sessions, he vented on and on. While you were consoling him, Marc and Layla shared a knowing look. Yet they stayed quiet as they observed you cradle his face in your hands and kiss his forehead gently. 

“It’s ok, Mingi. It’ll be ok. We will do our best to help.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to be involved with the gods again. If that even is the case.”

“You’ve helped me cope with adapting to our new lifestyle. And for that, I thank you every day for coming into my life. Let me repay you for all you’ve done.” 

Mingi nodded shyly and you smiled before looking up at Layla and Marc. 

A few hours later, you and Layla were discussing amongst yourselves the predicament that Mingi was in while he was in your room with Steven, who fronted after hearing about the nightmares. 

“So you’ve had nightmares that involved dead people, mummification, and the Field of Reeds. Am I correct, lad?”

“Yeah pretty much. And as I said to Y/N, it felt like my nightmares were coming to life. I saw a barista looking lifeless and say that they’ll offer me their soul while another random man called me a selfish god and tried to attack me. Lastly, a huge group of mummified people came running at me.”

“Right… but then what about the encounter you had with that man? He wasn’t dead right?”

“No. He looked more human. He wore a tattered version of the clothes I’m wearing right now yet I know for a fact that he was an entirely different person than me.” 

“Here. Let me sketch him as you describe him.” 

Mingi then proceeded to describe what the man in the mirror looked like to the best of his ability. He probably messed up on a few details since he was gripped with fear as he saw him. Steven finally finished up his sketch and a worried look was on his face as he looked at it some more before he turned the sketch pad around. 

“Is this who you saw?” 

Mingi’s face paled once more as he saw the sketch. 

“Yeah… that’s him.” 

“Oh bollocks. Lad, I think you might have encountered the Egyptian god of the dead himself.”

“Osiris?”

“No… Anubis.”

---------------------------------------------------

Mingi found himself on a plane to Cairo. He was nervous as hell and couldn’t stop bouncing his leg. You placed a hand on his knee and looked at him with reassurance. “It’ll be ok, Mingi. We’ll see what he wants, and he’ll leave you alone after that. He’ll listen to me.” 

Mingi nodded rapidly as he listened to your confident words. When they landed, they quickly got off the plane, grabbed their bags, and booked it to the hotel they were staying at. Once they were checked in and settled down, they immediately headed towards the pyramids. 

You and Marc were once again back inside the temple of the Ennead. They hadn’t been back here since they trapped Ammit inside Arthur Harrow’s body. As much as you wanted to escape so badly, you knew that if you didn't do this, Mingi’s nightmares would never end. 

“So I just… lay here?” Mingi asked as he pointed to a stone table. You nodded and helped him lay down. Due to his height and big body chock full of muscle, it was a struggle at first. Finally, he was able to lay down properly. His long legs dangled off the table and he cringed when he felt a strange liquid be painted on his forehead. 

“This is just us preparing you for the ceremony. We need to put the symbol of Anubis on you so we can properly communicate with him. Don’t sweat it.” Marc explained and Mingi nodded. Once the preparations were complete, the chants started. 

The more the three of them recited the incantations, the more Mingi felt physically uncomfortable. He was sweating a lot, he clutched his stomach, and he let out painful screams. The screams soon turned into growls and his back achingly arched off the table as black and gold mist escaped his mouth. The mist soon took shape into an all too familiar figure. The figure was hunched over and stood up slowly as the mist dissipated. His eyes glowed brightly before settling back to brown. 

Mingi scrambled off the table as he stood behind Y/N while the man, clad in a black tank top and blue jeans, brushed off his shoulders and looked around. His wavy black hair dangled in front of his eyes.

“Ah. It seems I’m back in this dreadful place.”

His voice, albeit soft, held power. He settled his eyes on Marc and Layla before smiling gently at them. “It’s so good to see you two. How has life been for you guys?”

“It’s been… alright.”

The man nodded before turning to you. His eyes were filled with love and sadness as he walked towards you. He reached out and gently held your face in his hand. Mingi wanted to step in and tell him to fuck off, but for some reason, he knew this needed to happen so he just stood there and watched. 

“My love… I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Seonghwa.” 

‘So that’s Anubis’s human name.’ Mingi thought to himself as he observed the exchange between you and Seonghwa. 

“I hope Mingi is making you happy. Otherwise, my departure from the Duat would have been in vain.” 

“Wait… you left? Why?”

A quiet sigh escaped Seonghwa’s plush lips as he explained everything to you, Marc, Layla, and Mingi. 

“I am a selfish god. I couldn’t bear to be without you. So I left behind everything I once was and entered the mortal realm in a new body. Hence, how Mingi came about.” 

It all made sense now. 

Mingi wasn’t having nightmares.

He was experiencing his past life. 

“Mingi, I am so sorry that you had to go through those visions. I never meant to make you and Y/N suffer. I didn’t realize the consequences of leaving the Duat until they came to fruition. Please forgive me.”

Mingi couldn’t help but feel bad for the past version of himself. All Seonghwa ever wanted was to be with you, no matter the conditions. Mingi gave a small grin to the ancient god and patted his shoulder. 

“It’s ok. I understand. I honestly would’ve done the same thing if I was in your position.”

Seonghwa smiled gratefully and brought the mortal into a hug. Your heart soared at the sight of your past lover and current lover embracing each other like family. As Seonghwa let Mingi go, they connected their foreheads together. Seonghwa placed a delicate hand over Mingi’s broad chest so he could feel the man’s heart under his palm. 

“I will try my best to make sure you guys will not suffer anymore. In return, I simply ask that you keep loving Y/N in the same way that you always have since the first day you two have met.”

“You can count on me, Anubis.”

Seonghwa nodded gratefully and turned to you before pulling into one last hug.

“Until we meet again, my love…”

Seonghwa let go of you and waved goodbye to Marc and Layla before he disappeared in the same black and gold mist. His ghostly silhouette floated around the temple before coming down upon Mingi, who groaned painfully as both of their presences combined. A light shone brightly around the young man momentarily before it dimmed. The three of you uncovered your eyes. Layla gasped, Marc had a half smile on his face, and you were practically drooling at Mingi’s new look. 

Instead of long silver hair, he had black hair swept back to reveal an undercut and his eyebrows were no longer bleached. He wore a black tank top, light blue jeans, and black combat boots. He had sunglasses perched on the tip of his nose and one of his arms revealed a tattoo of Seonghwa’s symbol. 

It was a significant mark of Mingi’s past life as Anubis. 

He smirked as he saw you shamelessly checking him out. He walked over to you and lifted you up in his arms before carrying you bridal style. 

“Come on, babe. The night’s still young. The four of us should go on a double date.”

You simply giggled like a schoolgirl as you admired the confidence Mingi had. You two walked out of the temple while Layla quietly laughed to herself and Marc sighed heavily. 

“Oy vey.” Jake said to himself in Marc’s head. 

[ralphlanyon]

TC tag game

Tagged by @spudodell!

Rules: Answer the questions and tag other TC fans!

1. "He would not fucking say that" only they did and it's canon. When/who?

Not that they're necessarily out of character, but whenever Renault is clearly projecting her own internalized misogyny onto the characters (e.g. Laurie calling Nurse Adrian a "silly little dumbbell" at one point or the narrative voice commenting on Aunt Olive's lack of makeup), I am like

(Granted, her other contemporary novels that actually feature female protagonists are even worse about this… 🫠)

2. Did they kiss in the study? Yes/no + why you are 100% correct about this.

Yes, absolutely! I previously wrote this meta about why I think so here. But here are a few more reasons:

"Over and over, during those first months, Laurie had relived the scene in the study, guarding it with fierce secrecy as a savage guards a magic word." It would be quite odd for Laurie to constantly relive that last meeting with Ralph and guard it with "fierce secrecy," if Ralph had done nothing more than chastise him, give him an old book, and turn him out of his study. So something intimate must have happened there that Laurie still obsessively thinks about.

The infamous ellipsis after "Come here a moment" was deliberately added to the 1959 edition (one of the only additions Renault makes, rather than subtractions), which I think is probably to help clarify the significance of that pause.

Laurie's proprietary behavior towards Ralph at the party, especially him staking claim of Ralph in front of Bim (and frankly a lot of about Laurie's behavior towards Ralph in general), makes a lot more sense if they had a "moment" together in the past and both of them never got over it or each other. It would help explain why Laurie instinctively feels he does have a claim over Ralph (as the Odysseus to Ralph's Penelope, to use Bim's analogy), as well as why Ralph continues to carry a torch for him after seven years and countless other relationships.

3. Mandatory question about Ralph's alleged tattoos.

To be honest I don't think he has any tattoos yet (or at least any in areas that would be normally exposed to the public), or else Laurie would have commented on them like he comments on just about everything else about Ralph's appearance. I could see him getting some in the future though, maybe some nautical-themed ones and probably at least one related to Laurie because he's sentimental like that.

4. 53 vs 59 edition: quote a line or paragraph that is better in the edition you like the least.

I generally prefer reading the '53 edition mainly for the extra bits, but there are several stylistic writing choices I do prefer in the '59 edition. One of them is Ralph telling Laurie, "I didn't think you had that much bitchery in you." He says "cattiness" in the '53 edition, but Laurie is very bitchy (and Ralph likes that about him!).

5. Which TC character would feel right at home here on tumblr dot com?

Bim or Sandy! They would be bringing the tea. ☕️

6. Tag yourself at Alec's birthday party.

Probably part of the couple holding hands in dead silence, lol.

7. Post a TC meme.

I have a lot of memes in my TC tag, but here's one I made a while ago:

8. Easy to talk about who deserved better. Who deserved worse?

Dave because he bores me (the worst thing a literary character can do). Also Ralph's parents and Jeepers.

9. You can break the fourth wall (at any point in the novel) and say a single sentence to our protagonist, Laurie Odell. What do you say?

"You are intensely afraid of abandonment which is why you keep trying to leave people before they can leave you. (Please go to therapy.)"

10. What's a question you have about TC? One you haven't found an answer for yet.

What do Laurie and Ralph do for their post-war careers? There have been several excellent ideas in post-canon fics, but I haven’t quite settled on my own headcanon for them.

Tagging: not sure who hasn’t been tagged yet, but feel free to nab if you see this!

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Hey, I hope you are doing alright! I don’t know if someone already asked that before but I have a question: Would Gojo react differently when Rinko got sick, depending on the „story“ (Another Level, Physical Paradox, Gokudo).

Hi, sweet Anon! It's been forever since you sent this ask, but I'M FINALLY ANSWERING MAYBE???

I NEED TO STOP STRESSING ABOUT HOW TO ANSWER THESE ASKS AND JUST FUCKING ANSWER THEM AHHHHHH

Another Level:

During their FWB/Idiots in Love phase: He'd shoot her a text to see if she needed anything and bring it if she said she did. He'd check on her in person if it was something that lasted longer than a few days. Make sure she was eating and drinking enough.

Epilogue phase: Sweet and doting, but he doesn't coddle her because he knows it would just piss her off. Though, he will go overboard sometimes just to tease her as she starts feeling better. He makes sure she has tea and snacks and offers all the cuddles she'll tolerate. Still kisses her because he won't get sick, thanks to RCT. Gives her a hard time about using her own RCT to just get better already, but illness (like poison) is different than physical injuries, so she's not as efficient at it. At least, that's how I'm saying it works lol

But he makes sure she's resting and hydrating and is just really sweet with her 🥹

Physical Paradox:

Before they were dating: I actually have an installment planned for this! Without too many spoilers, he barges in and forces her to let him 'nurse her back to health' 😂😂

Dating While they were dating, he gave her cuddles and made sure she had medicine, ice packs, tea, and snacks. Declaring that he didn't care if he got sick because he wanted to spend time with her while they watched a movie together on her couch. When they were living apart because of school, he'd sit on the phone with her while she rested, double-checking that she had everything she needed and asking Geto to bring her stuff or get the twins to do it once they moved in with her!

Married Now, he takes care of the kids and keeps them out of her hair, which is a challenge because they are very clingy with Rinko. Eiji and Shirou are momma's boys to the max. And they don't like being kept from her, even though they do love spending time with Gojo.

He still checks on her periodically, making sure she has everything she could possibly need while she rests, keeping her laptop away from her so she doesn't try to work. And then snuggling once the kids are in bed, rubbing her back gently or just holding her close as she sleeps.

Gokudō:

I'm not really sure how this Gojo would act. I'm guessing that he'd probably pretend he didn't care but would send someone to check on her obsessively under the guise that he was irritated that she was behind on whatever job he'd asked her to do. But honestly? I have no clue 🙃🙃

[fratboybeezer]

get to know me <3

tagged by @thefourthln thanks friend!!

1. Do you make your bed?

On the off chance that I clean my room, yes

2. Favorite number?

86, because of my fav bee

3. What’s your job?

A cookie place that I will not name but in the fall I’m going to college so I’ll be a full time student

4. If you could go back to school would you?

I cannot answer this as someone who just graduated high school, I need more time to process it

5. Can you parallel park?

I don’t even have my license (but I can take my test like whenever. but like have never attempted it)

6. Do you think aliens are real?

Yes, idk about in our solar system but in general yes

7. Can you drive a manual car?

See #5 lol

8. Guilty pleasure?

I’m sure I have some but I can’t think of any right now

9. Tattoos?

I don’t have any atm but there’s a lot I want

10. Favorite color?

Orange!!

11. Favorite type of music?

I don’t know if I can choose, I listen to a lot of everything

12. Do you like puzzles?

Yes!! Or anything where I can organize something

13. Any phobias?

Nope

14. Favorite childhood sport?

I didn’t like sports until getting into hockey at like 15, but if I had to answer probably baseball because I grew up watching my brother play

15. Do you talk to yourself?

Yes, so so much

16. Tea or coffee?

I enjoy both but prefer coffee 100%

17. First thing you wanted to be when growing up?

I wanted to be a nurse like my mom

18. What movies do you adore?

I grew up obsessed with Mamma Mia and Grease (still am), I also love X-Men: First Class and the original and prequel Star Wars trilogies!

tagging: @amylauren13 @antrea @zamulas + anyone who wants to do it!!

[m0tel6mxzzy]

♡ layla ༄ buffalo 66 headcanons

layla comes from an affluent family. her parents pay for her dance lessons, hence why she can afford them. she also comes from a large family and is the second eldest out of five siblings. she has an older brother who left to god knows where that she never got along with, and the two younger siblings (two fraternal twin girls around 11 years old) who are paid much more attention than her despite their long work hours

layla adores her younger siblings but isn’t really as close with them because she was often busy with extracurriculars and had little time to spend with them. they’re also often closer with each other than she ever was with her brother, so she’s a little jealous of them

layla’s dad is a lawyer, layla’s mother is a nurse, and both of them are rarely home. they put layla into an all girls private school that required her from a young age to have many extracurriculars. layla’s life with them is usually reduced to phone calls. she cannot play an instrument to save her life because she’s very shaky with her hands, but dance is something she is good at. so the few times she can contact them, she tells them how well dance is going.

“can i have a rum and coke” i like to think layla was incredibly sheltered before she met billy, and not necessarily happy, and most of the people she was surrounded with were well off and could afford fancy things. she grew up being asked what she wanted materially, but had it assumed for her emotionally.

her parents are emotionally distant, and seeing that behavior drives layla to please others to avoid conflict. anything like her car, which she doesn’t clean as much and before billy wasn’t scrutinizing her for, is something she does not feel the need to please others over. she often forgets certain responsibilities when they aren’t going to be paid attention to and affect how others perceive her.

layla never really left her house except to go to dance lessons, school, or water her garden. her family had a nanny who could do it, but layla would offer to do it herself because it made her feel good to apply herself and be around nature. it’s large square of blue hydrangeas and there’s a peach tree.

she’s allergic to pork, and because it makes her face swell up, break out, and make her nauseous which is why she doesn’t eat meat whatsoever

her room is a lilac blue mess filled with every single stuffed animal, drawing, and trinket she’s ever owned, and had a huge obsession with lambs as a child. she does not clean it until her parents

she hates blueberries because can’t stand them in muffins, strawberries are her favorite fruit

i think her parents often threw money at their problems, and thought that could replace emotional bonding. they equated money and security with live, and sometimes upon upsetting her, would buy her and her siblings things rather than apologizing

she frequents a local strip mall + pricey second hand clothing store, and that’s where she gets all her clothes

she owns an expensive tea cup set that’s been passed down from her family. despite it belonging to has as a gift from her grandma, she never uses it because her parents never allowed her to, as it would “ruin the display”

layla was incredibly popular in school. the phrase “you are what people tell you” rings true for her, but she never felt anyone was truly her friend. the people in her social social circle were mostly girls who spoke of boyfriends.

layla had never been in a relationship before billy, but had always felt sort of stuck out from her peers because she was also into girls and it was mostly something she never felt understood in

she leaves billy for a woman (she needs a name lol. kennedy her name is kennedy, but layla calls her ken) who, upon telling her about how she met billy and the nature of their relationship, tells her how toxic that is. they initially argue over it and layla is incredibly defensive of him, but maintain contact as friends for weeks before layla eventually decides to take her car and leave billy.

it is incredibly hard for her, because over the course of their relationship his temperament has changed but she knows given his toxicity, anything could happen and her safety around him will not last.

she eventually starts living with kennedy temporarily, and they work at a movie theater together. kennedy and layla could not dress and look more different, as kennedy has this whole “joan jett” look going on but admired layla’s cutesy style.

she realizes she’s in love with kennedy and tells her this, and kennedy is sort of the person to not have romantic feelings for someone until told they have have feelings for her. they date. they go on lovely little picnics and layla makes her cute little flower crowns and jewelry.

layla eventually spends one weekend a month driving back home to her family to see her siblings. she sees them once a month, introduces them to kennedy, and kennedy at one point convinces her brother to call her so they can repair their estranged relationship

[theskyexists]

So Catarina responds to Geordo with a no. To Keith with a - blush so that's better. But not because blagghhghh. To Sophia with friendly feelings. Nicol seems to have read the devillish count series and wishes outlandish superpowers for himself lol. Very counter his normal attitude seemingly. Catarina has never responded romantically to Alan.

Catarina has become more and more stupid and annoying. This whole sweet tooth thing.... And the super harem thing isn't much fun if the protagonist never develops feelings for anyone....then it's just unrequited love times ten....

She's become an extremely dumb idiot only focused on sweets.somehow she doesn't realise anyone's feelings for her even when they try to kiss her and then suddenly she does perfectly recover her sense for other people's suffering to stop it

Poor Geordo. He really did call dibs.

Hold on. The shade saved Catarina. But it also seems to have possessed the girls accusing Catarina. Is it the Game's spirit?

God I cannot STAND that stupid ass obsession with elegant tea and elegant food. Ughdhkfbdosbrjkdbr the fetishisation of shit like that I know it makes life fun

They just left her alone at the nurse's?? Even Geordo??? The assumption that there is a nurse in school is hilarious

She COULDNT REMEMBER THE SUPER IMPORTANT BIT ABOUT EVERYBODY DYING IF YOU DIDNT GET THE ONE GUY???? HELLO????

Yeah. She really is an idiot. Completely unforgivable. But also. I guess he didn't fall for Catarina after all. Nor Maria... He wants to just get rid of Catarina. Poor set-up for it though. Ah he is in love. But he denies it.

It's all their fault though because they just left her to sleep in the nurses room without anyone watching her when Maria had just disappeared and they knew she was a target

It's actually crazy that the most romantic moments for all these ships happened when they were eight ...kinda....stupid

Wow. They kept up her romance blind idiocy to the very end....damn.

[otomesiren]

Why yes, I brought in the leaves.

[purplesurveys]

1411

Where is your favorite place to get fries? Potato Corner has the best fries, locally.

What is the most recent article of clothing you’ve purchased? I bought very late Christmas gifts for cousins I was only able to see just a couple of weeks ago - and they all put various kinds of clothes on their wishlist so I took a quick trip to H&M and Uniqlo for those. I believe the last gift I was able to secure was a black jacket.

Have you ever paid for anything with a cheque (check)? Kinda, yeah. I’ve paid with a cheque on my mom’s behalf, but I’ve never had my own. 

Do you know anyone who was raised by their grandparents? My siblings and I technically were. My mom and dad did live with us and I saw them everyday; but they were raising us at the same time they were still building their careers so they were very busy nonetheless. My grandma practically raised us, in that respect. Have you ever made your own pie from scratch? Yes but only because it was required to do so in home economics classes. I’ve never made my own pie because I *wanted* to make one.

Who was the last person you had an in-depth conversation with? My aunt, two uncles, and my cousin and her girlfriend - just a few hours ago, actually. I just got back from my aunt’s place and we had several serious convos come about earlier.

Are there any waterfalls nearby? I wouldn’t call it nearby, but yeah we have waterfalls here.

What was the last food item you ate? I literally ordered McDonald’s’ Korean-inspired chicken burger on my way home. I took a bite of it just now.

What are your earliest memories of going to see a doctor? When I went in to visit the school nurse when I was 4 and was asked to peer into this telescope thing. It was to check my eyesight, I believe.

Can you hear traffic right now? No. I live in a gated subdivision, so barely any noisy car/train noises here.

Have you ever pulled a muscle? Sure, usually the ones on my shoulders or neck.

What did you do last weekend? Last weekend...that was the first non-eventful weekend I had in the last month, so I wanted to spend it just napping and curled up at the couch. The only active thing I did then was to take my parents out for dinner Sunday night, but otherwise it had been a very unproductive couple of days.

What is your favorite gaming console? I have lots of memories with the PS2 so I’d go with that.

Are you talking to anyone via instant messaging right now? Nah. My aunt just replied to me on Viber but it’s the kind of message that concludes a convo, so I don’t have to reply to her anymore.

Have you kissed someone today? No.

What is your favorite condiment? Mayonnaise.

Do you have a strong opinion for or against Justin Bieber? The only strong Justin Bieber-related opinion I have is that I’ll always be obsessed with his Purpose album. That was a crazy good set of songs.

Have you used a telephone today? Just my cellphone if it counts but I haven’t used landline at all today.  Do you prefer coffee or tea? Coffee. I never drink tea and when I do it’s always an unsuccessful attempt at trying to like it. 

Have you taken a painkiller today? Nope, didn’t really have to.

How many theaters does the closest cinema from your house have? I’m not sure...I think it has four? Two on each side. I could be totally wrong though; I haven’t been to the cinemas since 2019 hahaha.

Do you always have a stock of alcohol in your house? Yes, even though I am the only person in the house who drinks lol. I always keep a stock of soju in case I want to drink, or in case friends come over on short notice. Have you ever had a pumpkin latte and if so, did you like it? I’ve never had a pumpkin latte – pumpkin isn’t a popular flavor here – but the Starbucks branches here will usually offer it as a limited-time thing every October or whenever fall is so people here can feel like Americans lmao. Anyway, it’s always sold out when I try to order so I’ve never gotten to try it.

Have you had a nap today? Yup, I had a nap this afternoon and it felt sooooooo good. I barely had any sleep the night before and I was scheduled to go to my aunt’s tonight, so I took a few hours to rest and recharge and all.

Is there an antique store in your town or city? If there is, I have no idea where it is. But as far as I know we don’t have any.

Have you ever been to a baby shower? Nah.

Do you have a hyphenate name or know anyone with one? (eg. Carter-Brown) Yep I know lots of people with hyphenated names.

What would you wear if you were being taken out to dinner tonight? It’s 1:44 AM so the wording of this question is pretty irrelevant, but anyway I’d probably retain the same outfit I worse today - a tube top and palazzo pants.

What were the last shoes you wore? adidas sneakers.

Do you know anyone who has been to rehab? I don’t think so. Have you ever had a mojito? Yeah, but it’s not a favorite. It’s not the first or fifth option I’d consider from a bar menu.

Do you take your Christmas decorations down before or after New Years? Way after. Filipinos celebrate Christmas up til mid-January.

What is the first thing you do when you get online? Depends on my agenda, but typically it’s to check my social media.

How many romantic relationships have you been in so far? One.

Have you ever been camping in the wilderness? I have not. I’ll need someone much more experienced to come with me if I were ever to do this for the first time too, hahaha.

Do you have any money on you right now? Yep, about a couple hundred peso bills.

Would you consider yourself to be a picky eater? To an extent. I’m extremely open when it comes to trying different types of food, but I have my certain preferences when it comes to food if that makes sense?? Like I’m ok with fish but I much much prefer sushi over cooked fish; or how I enjoy French fries but prefer them burnt or nearly burnt because I wouldn’t touch fries that still look kind of pale or floppy.

Have you made a large purchase today? I mean I guess it’s large when it’s in proportion to my salary, but objectively it wasn’t too expensive. I spent over a thousand bucks for my cousin’s birthday gift.

What was the last candy you ate? Marshmallows, if they count.

How often do you eat Subway? Never. It’s not that I dislike Subway; I’ve just never had cravings for their sandwiches.

Have you ever lived in a house with a pool in the yard? Nope.

What color is your toothbrush? Yellow and pink.

Do you have gluten intolerance or anyone who does? No and no.

Have you ever cried while watching a movie? Oh for sure. It’s pretty easy to make me cry.

First thing that catches your eye when you look out the nearest window? The house right behind ours.

Have you ever had a migraine? Yep, usually after work aka a full day of being in front of a computer screen. Do you have a gym membership? No.

Have you locked your front door today? Yes. I was the last person to come home tonight so I definitely had the responsibility of locking the front door. Have you ever slept in a car overnight? I have done this a few times before, yes. Mainly during college.

Have you washed the dishes today? I didn’t wash any today because I didn’t eat anything from a plate today.

Have you ever fainted? Yep. I’m the family’s resident fainter lol. I’m relatively weaker when it comes to handling heat, dehydration, and/or hunger. Have you been awake before sunrise today? Yeah, I guess I can say that rn as it is currently 2:01 AM. When was the last time you went to the bank? I last withdrew from an ATM a couple of weeks ago, but I haven’t had any business in the bank since late 2020.

Do you avoid conflict as much as possible? Yeah, I don’t really like confrontation and always try to be a people pleaser.

Have you ever used a leaf blower? No.

[sunfloweradore]

i’m leaving this blog

hi! this post is a bit long but at the end you’ll find prompts and requests that you are free to use if you’re a writing blog :).

hi there!! if you’re reading this, i hope you’re doing well and staying safe. i just wanted to say that i’m leaving this blog and i’m not sure if i’ll ever come back. the years i’ve spent being a harrie have been great and it’s been a crazy amount of time! pretty much since the x factor! however, for a long time it’s also felt like i’ve been forcing myself to be a fan of harry’s. i’ve put so much energy into being a fan of his that it hasn’t been fun for me in a while and neither has writing fanfiction, which is what this blog is mainly for. it’s felt very difficult to sit down and write a fantasy about somebody who i might not even like anymore and in hindsight it seems a little dumb, but i did stress over writing all the time. this isn’t really about anybody i’ve interacted with on tumblr because you’re all lovely but sometimes it feels as though harries don’t treat him like he’s a human being and instead like he’s a god. me, included. even though i know we joke about harry being the only man we’d let degrade us or destroy our lives or whatever, he is still a person at the end of the day! it took me a very long time to realize that and thinking of him as otherworldly or completely perfect was my way of thinking for a while and i think it was pretty damaging. the fact that so many people would literally die for him is sad because unfortunately, none of us are going to be on his “level”, so to speak. we don’t know him personally and chances are we aren’t ever going to. ahhhh please don’t be mad at me for saying this, it’s just something i’ve realized i need to change about myself and i think it’s something we should all consider about everyone we are fans of. 

anyway, the time and energy i’ve spent on something so ridiculous is exponential and i really feel like it’s time to put it in the past. i’m dedicating this year to self-growth and part of that is learning how to be my own person. feeling like i have to be interested in something or someone in order to be normal has been a common theme in my life and harry has been that someone for as long as i can remember. this isn’t his fault of course but i’m getting older and i don’t want to think of this time in my life as the era that i was obsessed with harry styles. instead, i want to form memories and real life experiences instead of using fanfiction as a way to cope with all of the things that i can’t handle in my life. it worked for a while but at this point i’ve been reading it and writing it for so long that it feels like i’m living inside my head, like i’ve become dependent on it (obviously this is very bad lolol). so, long story short, i will be leaving this blog because it just isn’t good for me anymore. thank you to everyone who has requested things for me to write and anyone who has interacted with my writing. sorry i couldn’t get through them :(. i’d also like to thank everyone i met through this blog because you’re all such amazing people and you deserve the world. i will leave my writing up but the sentiment still applies- i’ve worked very hard on everything i’ve written so please don’t repost any of it without crediting me, thank you.

below are requests i couldn’t get to and prompts(?)/works that i never got to finish. feel free to use them if you want and tag me in them bc i’d love to see how you write them :)

1. paperboy harry!

i think the direction i wanted this to go in was kind of like a 40′s au? or just a long long time ago. not sure why i had this started seeing as i already have harry as a paperboy in a story of mine but go off ig

2. vampire harry!

i had a specific plot i wanted where harry was in a car wreck because of a vampire who ended up biting him in like an alleyway. reader saves him and is a vampire herself! she nurses him back to health n teaches him how to be a vamp with various shenanigans along the way

3. hospital au?

this one i’m not too sure about but if you’ve seen the red band society you’d sort of know the direction i was going with this. there’s kind of an in-between for people in the hospital who are fighting death or going into surgery and in that in-between is a boy who has been in a coma for a long time. i pictured this as being angsty and for harry to be the boy who guides people in certain directions but he ends up falling for the reader while she’s there

4. ghost au!

self explanatory but i pictured harry as the ghost who kind of just wants a friend lol

5. tea au?

this would probably be pretty short, i just thought it was cute! reader has different kinds of tea all the time and it’s a surprise each time he kisses her 

6. strawberry farm au?

reader has a strawberry farm LMAO maybe harry buys them from her or it’s another vampire au, who knows!

7. threesome

most likely has been done b4 but a threesome w 2 guys and the reader where the guy is inside harry while he is inside the reader

8. chocolate by the 1975

a fic based on that song! it would probably be from harry’s pov 

9. space au?

hmm i think i probably saw something that inspired this but all it says is “harry sends letters to space” so i’m assuming it’s an au where he just decided to send letters to space out of boredom or something and mayhaps alien reader finds one?

10. assassin au!

harry is an assassin and in my draft it’s super vague? and almost seems like he’s stalking the reader? it could go in any direction really but i’m assuming the reader is dating him and doesn’t know he’s an assassin

11. chapstick

very similar to the tea one! just w the reader wearing diff chapsticks all the time

12. shower

this is inspired by something i read on wattpad a long time ago and i’ve tried finding it but i think it might’ve been deleted. the reader flicks da bean all the time in the shower and is really loud about it, harry is distracted and confronts her

13. dang ANOTHER threesome

but this time harry is on a date with a girl and they’re at a bar- the girl is looking around, sees the reader and thinks she’s gorg and they end up having a threesome

14. photography au!

harry is a photographer who somehow ends up taking pictures of the reader. in my draft the reader asks him to delete the ones that are ugly but he keeps them all hehe

15. scrapbook au

similar to the last one, harry takes pictures of the reader a lot but it’s not bc he’s a photographer, he just thinks she’s pretty n wants to scrapbook. twist is that he has TWO scrapbooks- one of innocent pics and one that’s lustier (consensual ofc)

16. habits of my heart by jaymes young

self explanatory, angsty

17. roommate au?

this is for some reason also an assassin au? but they’re roommates and reader doesn’t know what he does. they’re bffs, mutual pining

18. don’t forget about me by clove

wow another song fic, big surprise

19. puppyy

harry gets a puppy who hates him :( but the puppy loves the reader!

20. mall au

lol this one is kind of dumb idk why i thought of it but harry is one of those kiosk people at the mall who sells perfume! dunno!

21. condoms

reader works at gas station, harry buys huge condoms

22. poetry

either person reads erotic poetry while touching the other

23. magic au

one of them makes a love potion, kind of dark? like making the other fall in love with them idk it could be an accident though

24. private chef

the reader is a private chef! that’s all i’ve got!

25. message board

this is inspired by..... the sims lmaooo you can pin messages to the message board in your apartment building and i thought it’d be cute if the reader and harry lived in the same building and he leaves notes on the board and she doesn’t know they’re for her! she always thinks they’re cute though

26. raisin theory

inspired by new girl! specifically a comment i saw in like a compilation? video of new girl on yt

i thought it’d be cute for harry to be that person

[andypantsx3]

😂🎶🗑☕ ✏️

Lol I meant to make other people do this, but obviously I am happy to overshare at any time.

😂 What’s the funniest comment someone has left on a fic of yours?

Someone replied to the first chapter of the Shouto Valentine’s Day fic and said “God I want to eat him more than the chocolates” and I have been thinking about it for days lmao.

🎶 What music do you listen to when you write?

It’s straight up almost always Alina Baraz lmao. I’m such a simp.

🗑 What is one fic idea that you loved at first but then scrapped?

I spent forever thinking about how to write a Deku/medical student! or nurse!Reader fic but I feel like I just don’t have the research skills required lol. But I had written this in my fic ideas doc and I’m sad I don’t get to use it: 

This little asshole keeps coming into the ER with all his bones broken.

☕️ Do you drink anything when you write? Coffee, tea, alcohol, etc?

I usually have something in hand! Mostly it’s coffee but on the weekends it might be a glass of wine. ✨ 

✏️ What is your fave fic from another writer?

Ugh why did I write this question like this lol, obviously it’s impossible to pick just one. One that I’m very obsessed with at the moment is @ofmermaidstories‘s surrender (whenever you’re ready). This is like hands down one of--if not the best--Bakugou interpretations out there. It’s better than all of my Bakugou fics combined (and that’s not a put down of my own work, it’s just straight up that good).

[141-point-12]

Fanfic Writer Game

First fandom you wrote for? 

Probably X-Men.

How would you describe your fanfic style?

I spend too much time researching canon and not enough time describing scenery or appearances. Dialogue heavy. I once wrote a fic that was entirely dialogue and I liked it. Capturing the character’s voices is something I spend a lot of effot trying to do and writing dialogue comes more naturally to me, probably because I “hear” sentences in my head more easily than I can picture places and faces.

What tropes would you never use?

There’s some kinks and niche interests that just do nothing for me and my lack of interest would translate into me taking forever to write something mediocre so it doesn’t seem worth it. Daddy kink, “little” fic, etc. (Ironically, I find magic/etc deaging tropes to be hilarious and adorable? Idk???) Also not really into fics with cheating, or even really “let’s make the good guys be bad guys”. IDK I’m boring.

What tropes do you ALWAYS use?

Oh is that a character conditioned by their upbringing to try and make everyone else happy at the cost of overworking themselves until they nearly break because that’s what “good people” do? Yes, I’ll be having some of that please. Throw in some “lack of confidence despite the fact that nearly everyone likes them even if they don’t say dear god why won’t somebody just say it” and you’ve got yourself a stew going. 

Where do you write?

When I decided I wanted to spend more time on fic I finally made the leap from desktop to laptop. (I had a bad experience with a laptop in college which made me hesitant for years.) Now, I really enjoy it. I used to have a weekly evening at a bakery or bubble tea shop, but my favorite place is by the fireplace where I can stretch out in my chair when the weather gets cold and nurse a warm drink while petting my dogs.

How many names do you write under?

Just the one. I registered a pseud one time bc I thought I was going to do something funny with it, not because I was actually trying to hide my usual username. But I’ve had the same handle more or less since I was in high school so...

What’s your usual rating level?

On my own? Rated T for Teen. I usually fade to black for the actual boning just because I don’t think I can write it to the level of competency that I think other people would actually enjoy it versus it feeling like an awkward chore to slog through. It’s not usually the most important part of the plot that I’m trying  to put out there. Plus, I’m ust painfully vanilla and not very creative about sex stuff so... IDK, maybe I’d rather just leave it to the professionals. If I’m writing with a partner, I usually let them decide.

How long did you read fics before you started writing them?

Not that long. Can’t really put my finger on it. I started reading fanfic in high school (which may sound late but I’m old enough that I didn’t get the internet at home until my sophomore year) and started writing cracky Sailor Moon self inserts and X-Men stories pretty much immediately.

Do you usually write chapter fics or one shots?

It used to be one-shots, but as I’ve been doing more writing with partners lately it seems easier to write chapter fics. I feel like my solo chapter fics are always really niche weird things and I’m always shocked when other people read them and leave me comments. Thrilled, but surprised every damn time.

Your fandoms:

I’m really slow to move from fandoms. I can nurse the same obsession for years and years, and even then I never feel like I truly leave. I don’t even usually stray from my chosen OTP, lol. But basically these days it’s specifically Spideypool with a tiny smattering of some other Marvel content, Metal Gear (really just Otasune but I happily reblog the other content bc it’s such a small fandom), and uhhhh... yeah, IDK. I don’t generate a lot for other fandoms. I still get giddy when I see TF2 on my timeline though.

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IDK who even follows this blog anymore, but if you see this and wanna fill it out, consider yourself tagged.

[groochi-gang]

The Theory of Everything is great because it’s 1) not ableist and handles the textures of Stephen Hawking and his relationships really well, 2) Jane is a BAMF, and 3) even though I have my complaints on incongruencies, it’s overall very good and I’m glad it exists. 

1) It’s not ableist because it doesn’t take narrative control away from Stephen to focus more on healthy and able-bodied characters, it treats him realistically and with respect. His performance was so good that when Stephen saw it, he said that at times he thought he was looking at himself instead of an actor, and that he was deeply moved. So, the performance was definitely in the way he wanted. Stephen’s performance is not problematic and I respect that.  Also, it’s clear that Stephen was autistic but some people aren’t ready for that conversation. A disabled autistic person being treated with respect is very cool. Him being perceived as rude, him having trouble socializing (like interjections without elegance and being unable to dance (bad at social events and only actually danced when they were alone in a quiet environment) and being an introvert), his total honesty and lack of filter, plus he’s commonly seen as an “eccentric” astrophysicist, and “eccentric” is a label typically used on autistic people. 

You’re more likely to have autism if someone else in your family has it, so considering how one of his grandsons is diagnosed with autism, it’s fair to imagine that Stephen himself had it and passed it on to him.

2) Jane was a giving and respectful person, who always put others before herself. Contextually, this isn’t toxic, and I’m glad she did her best with keeping him safe and prioritizing him while being in touch with herself, and juggling all her responsibilities. Of course, she’s not as fleshed as Stephen and that’s a shame for her, but overall I think she was given a good performance. The grieving of Stephen choosing Elaine over her was very classy and I think was handled well, you can really tell that Jane and Stephen were in love, but with a shift of priorities. 

3) The incongruencies include Isaak Khalatnikov for some reason making an appearance (which .. I don’t think literally happened? And the irony about how Stephen protested against nuclear weapons and then choosing one of the first soviet nuke bomb creators is very weird); Stephen having a roommate named Brian, who was a composite character who represented all of Stephen’s friends at Cambridge, who didn’t literally exist- Stephen dormed alone; Jane and Stephen going to the same uni despite that literally not being the case (he went to Cambridge and she went to London); Jane not being seen with any friends or parenting the children, or shown the hassles of traveling with Stephen; Elaine being aged-up and a renowned nurse, when in actuality she was only 19 and a noob- also: in the movie he asked for tea when really he asked if when knew how to make poached eggs. 

At some point I was like damn the the contempt shown to the audience that assumes they won’t research these things is very annoying lol.

I do think the movie is obsessed with romantic tropes, so there is indeed a surface of cliches and unrealism, but it does delve deeper into the textures of his relationships. The main focus is on him and I like that, even if others don’t. As someone who’s a softy, like a total romantic, I genuinely enjoyed myself.  

I’m glad it didn’t do anything crazy like show sex scenes, and did have some semblance of respect for boundaries. Regardless, some of Stephen’s relatives boycotted the movie saying that it was a gross invasion of tough times. 

I don’t expect anyone to see this lol but here’s the writers not forgetting that Stephen’s a socialist: 

:D

[anothertimdrakestan]

1, 11 and 22 👀

thank u for the questions 🥰🥰🥰

1. Is there a specific drink you like to have when you’re writing?

ooh okay i love this question! i love coffee but i'm a snob so i do homemade coffee that my best friend roasts at home SO if i go to starbucks i refuse their gasoline bean juice and these are my go to is either 1. wintertime = london fog tea latte 😍 i'm obsessed with lavender and earl grey tea its perfection 2. summertime = iced matcha with coconut milk it hits different omg! u will usually catch me nursing one of those drinks or coffee at any point in the day 😂

11. What were your favorite books as a child?

i used to read sooo much as a kid my favorites were the warrior cat series (idk does that make baby elle a furry???) the drama had 8 year old me hooked! i loved the percy jackson series too omg i was obsessed i would have sold my soul to be annabeth. ALSO i just remember my first comic books were the super pets comics does anyone remember those? it was like krypto, batdog (i don't remember if it was ace or titus) wonder-something (lol i don't remember) and they'd fight other evil animals and those were my first comics 😂 i knew batdog before i knew batman 😂😂😂

22. Do you listen to music when you write?

yesss! i love listening to like 2010 hits but often get distracted and end up screaming lyrics to myself! if i need to focus i really like a lot of billie eilish's songs cuz they're kinda quiet and rythmically predictable!

[mahou-queen]

♡52 Weeks of Lolita Questionnaire♡

In a recent Lovely Lor video, Lor answered questions from Loliprompts’ questionnaire “52 weeks of lolita”. It seems like a fun list of questions and I thought I would answer them too~ ♡

1. What is your favorite brand, and why? What’s its history? ♡  I guess my favorite brand would have to be Angelic Pretty. I love a lot of other brands, but the majority of dresses in my wish list right now are Angelic Pretty. As for their history? I don’t really know haha, I guess I should research that a bit.

2. How would you describe lolita fashion to a curious person you met in passing? ♡ I always just say I am apart of a fashion club? People don’t generally require more than that but if they did I would probably tell them that it’s an alternative fashion based on Victorian fashion and we have a fashion club and we get dressed up and meet for tea and stuff.

3. What style do you think is the most underrated, and why? ♡ qi and wa lolita. I almost never see them, or see interest in them which is a shame because there are some really beautiful dresses out there that are suited for these styles.

4. What does the phrase “lolita lifestyle” mean to you, and do you, or would you like to, adhere to it? ♡ lolita lifestyle is when you try to bring lolita or lolita-esque aesthetics into every aspect of your life. Maybe wearing lolita every or most days, and having a very “loliable” home/room. I could never be a lifestyler because I have other fashion interests. Also lolita is not appropriate at my workplace.

5. What do you think constitutes lolita etiquette or good manners? ♡ I don’t believe there is any “lolita etiquette” I think you should just be yourself. Good manner are good manners, don’t be rude to your comm members, don’t dance on the tables at a tea party. But that’s just commonsense I don’t think there is a way to behave that is lolita.

6. Does your style change with the seasons, or do you dress the same and try to bear the cold/heat? ♡ I try, but admittedly I am awful at it. I try to keep berets in the cooler months, as well as long sleeves. BUT I’m a sucker for ankle socks and I wear them all year despite the cold and I do freeze my legs off at winter meets. 

7. Do you have a fashion role-model? What do you admire most about them? ♡ I actually have several! I will list them and their instagrams here: sleepyriri  - Her coords are so dreamy looking, very light floaty aesthetic which I love. She also has her own lolita brand! Le_verger_sucre - Her coords are so pink and princess-y. I find myself sharing her photos a lot. Fannyrosie - the classic lolita queen. Need I say more? Tokimeki.bunny - I love the cuteness of her coords. They always have a lot of extra elements and are so well balanced. She’s also really good at coordinating printed tights which I am awful at. Tsumikko - Lavender QUEEN! I love her use of aprons, layering, and color balancing. Very light, floaty vibes.  Milkcircus - Print QUEEN. Her use of prints and patterns absolutely inspires me. Coords are always very multi-dimensional  Cursed.Kaiser - They’re coords are honestly so cool, there’s a kind of drama in them that I really like. Darkxdelirium - She almost made me want honey cake with her impeccable coording skills. 

8. What are the top 10 things you love most about lolita? Can you also compile a list of things you hate? ♡ I don’t think I can come up with 10 but I’ll do my best. ♡ Loves: The community aspect, the ability to reclaim my femininity through lolita, the creativity that goes into building coords, crafting to make one of a kind pieces, being able to feel beautiful without being “sexy”, having a hobby to focus on when I need something to escape to.

♡ Hates: Second-hand market price fluctuation, brands still releasing dresses with a max 96cm bust, buying petticoats, storing my stuff (especially purses), brands who charge astronomical prices for low quality materials (AP purses, Q-pot jewelry, etc).

9. How strict are you in applying the rules to yourself? To others? ♡  I am pretty strict on myself. For a long time I was terrified to be seen as ita. I was even afraid to wear bodyline for fear of being ”ita” even though my coord was good. These days I am less strict on myself and worry much less about these things, but I still struggle to get out of the strict mindset from time to time. others? I love experimentation even if I am afraid to do so so I am really not too strict on others, if it works, it works, and I am not going to criticize anyone. 

10. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever incorporated into a coord, or the weirdest material you’ve ever worn? ♡ The weirdest thing I think I have ever worn in a coord were a pair of korilakkuma bell earrings. As you can imagine, bells on your ears? not great.

11. What’s the story behind your discovery of lolita fashion? ♡ When I was a senior in high school, a new girl started attending my school. She wore fairy kei and sweet lolita to school. We became friends through art class and eventually she ended up teaching me about the fashion. She sold me my first dress, and later my first brand piece. I am really glad to have met her and to have been exposed to lolita. You can follow her on instagram here

12. What is the one item that you’ve owned the longest? ♡ I still own my very first dress I got in 2012. Bodyline Squirrel Party. However, I am planning to sell it since I’ve worn it in everyway I can think of.

13. Do you think lolita is only about clothes, or does it also encompass a certain attitude or mindset? ♡ Lolita is about the fashion. All kinds of people are lolitas and they like it or wear it for different reasons. 

14. Have you ever decorated a room or other space (car?) with lolita aesthetics in mind? ♡ My old bedroom used to be very “kawaii”. I love pink so my car stuff, my desk, as much as I can get away with, is pink. 

15. Is it possible to be too obsessed with lolita? ♡ If lolita is interfering with your ability to pay your bills, or to be happy, or to focus on school or work or family then you should probably pull back. Some people do get very absorbed by things and in those cases it can become too much.

16. What are you favorite and least favorite trends? Do you think it’s important to follow them, or to do as you like regardless of them? ♡ My favorite trend ever is the chiffon half blouse. So comfortable, affordable, light, cute, and much more size inclusive. Least favorite trend? mis-matched shoes from the 2010 era. I like my shoes to get equal wear. I think these days more than ever, you can really just do whatever you want. Wear the fashion is right now is like anything goes which I think is great,

17. How do you define “lolita cosplay” and how do you feel about it? ♡ Lolita cosplay is stupid. sorry

18. Are there other fashions that you wear regularly, or are you an everyday lolita? ♡ I don't wear other street fashions anymore. I used to wear fairy kei and himekaji but these days I just dress regular outside of lolita.

19. Do you look for bargains to save as much money as possible, or are you willing to make sacrifices for high-quality products? ♡ I try to find the best prices when applicable but if I am in love with something I’ll do what I have to do.

20. When was the last time you wore lolita, and what did you do that day? If you wear it daily, when was the last time you went OTT or extra-fancy? ♡ The last time I wore lolita was in April lmao. For a virtual meet-up with my comm.

21. If you were to combine lolita fashion with an unrelated style or theme, what would your new creation be? ♡uhhhh I honestly have no idea at all. 

22. What is your favorite accessory, and why is it your favorite? ♡ I have 2, 2-way bow clips from back when bodyline had a massive “sundries” section. They're no longer available and haven't been for a long time. I am really glad I got them, I wish I had bought more sundries when that section was still there.

23. What’s your favorite online lolita community or forum? Are there any that you avoid?  ♡ I don’t have a favorite tbh. I have never been on 4chan and I never will be.

24. What is your favorite theme (e.g. school loli, pirate loli, nurse loli) or motif (e.g. deer, music notes, stars/constellations)? ♡ black and gold stars! Valentines day! fruits! gingham!

25. Is there any music that you associate with lolita? ♡ orange caramel lol

26. Will you ever be too old for lolita? ♡  never

27. Do you enjoy sewing? Why or why not? ♡ I don’t know how to sew :(

28. How does your location affect your involvement in the local lolita community? Would you like to move elsewhere to be closer, or perhaps farther away? ♡ I drive about 1.5 hours for meetups because that’s the closest active comm. I do not mind so much. I’d like to maybe be closer.

29. Does your sleepwear resemble lolita at all? ♡  not at all. I sleep in oversized t-shirts

30. Can you admit to any unpopular opinions regarding lolita? ♡ I hate peeking bloomers. I’m sorry :(

31. How do you feel about Visual kei or Jrock, and do you feel it’s related to lolita, or not? ♡ Love it, and absolutely. Visual Kei is like lolitas relative. 

32. Whether or not you wear them (looking at you, Ouji), do you prefer the look of skirts, JSKs, and OPs with or without prints? ♡ I like both, but these days I am appreciating non-printed items more.

33. How has your style evolved over time? ♡ It hasn't really, just gotten more refined. 

34. If applicable, what other communities do you belong to? What other identities do you adopt? ♡ I’m queer, so the LGBTQ community is important to me.

35. What are your favorite shoes to wear with your style, or what’s your dream pair? ♡ I love heels. I do not like flat shoes because I like to elongate my legs. I don’t have a dream pair.

36. Would you, or have you ever, dressed your pets in lolita? ♡ lol I’d try but I don't think it would work.

37. How do you feel about people who wear lolita for Halloween? Does it depend on whether that person is already a lolita? ♡ Wearing lolita for Halloween as a lolita is fine, but wearing it as a costume is kind of meh.

38. Excluding fashion shows, what’s the most amount of outfits you’ve ever worn in a day? ♡ just 1 haha

39. What’s your worst lolita horror story? ♡  I don’t really have any. I one time went with some of my college friends to a con and I left my dorm building in full sweet early in the morning. I was afraid my dormmates would see me cause I did not want to explain but luckily no one was awake and I made it to the van unscathed. 

40. Do you like sweets? If so, what’s your favorite dessert? ♡ I love angel food cake 

41. Do you have any beauty products, health routines, or special diet to keep you at your best? ♡ I take co-q-10 for my eczema, I like laneige lip sleeping mask, especially in the winter.

42. What were the best and worst meetups you’ve hosted? If you haven’t hosted, would you like to someday? ♡ I wanted to host a garden meet this summer but covid ruined that. Maybe next year.

43. Who is your favorite artist? If not famous for lolita art, do you think they have lolita appeal? ♡ I love a lot of artists, some of them I think are lolita-adjacent because their style is kawaii. I’ll list some here: jisaaaa!  ubokhee MISOART_ meowwniz gojio_ hanavbara Fancy Surprise Arcade Healer Yurie Sekiya and many many more. Go stalk my following on instagram for lots of kawaii artists.

44. How do you feel about wigs? Do you wear any, or style your natural hair? ♡ I used to wear wigs, but my hair is too long now so I use my natural hair with fake bangs.

45. What’s your favorite animal motif? ♡ bears?

46. Have you ever visited a brand’s shop/boutique? If so, what was your reaction? If not, what shop would you most like to visit? ♡ I want to visit AP San Francisco 

47. Do you think posting photos of your coord online is a crucial part of belonging to the community? ♡ YES, it’s how we all stay connected and inspired 

48. How has the lolita community changed since you became a part of it? Where do you see lolita heading in the future in terms of community and networking? ♡ I think it’s become way more accepting and accessible. When I got into lolita there were virtually no legit resellers, the community was entirely on livejournal, buying second hand was a nightmare. Buying anything! was a nightmare. There was so much stress around looking “ita”, and the superiority of brand. These days its just not like that. So much amazing taobao brands have really helped even the field for lolita. We have so much more access to the clothes, the community, everything. It’s great. I only see it getting better as years go on.

49. What advice would you give someone who is nervous about starting lolita? Or do you think they should learn their own lessons? ♡ I think too many lolitas today rely on seasoned lolitas to tell them everything. I would say, go watch lovely lor, read @lolita-tips and look at other peoples coordinates. Lolita Tips tumblr taught me basically everything I know back in the day and it a wealth of info and concrit. Part of what makes the lolita journey so great is the research, the learning, the mistakes. You don’t wanna be like someone else, you wanna be you. So you really need to do the work yourself so you can put your personal flair into the fashion. That’s when it’s at its best. 

50. What’s your dream dress/garment? Is it a faraway goal or have you obtained it? ♡ My dream dress was AP sweetie violet jsk in lavender. Which I got in 2019. My new dream dress is AP rose tea garden jsk in navy. It’ll probably be a while before I can afford to buy one.

51. How do you feel about the stereotype that lolitas are full of drama? What’s the worst drama you’ve ever witnessed or been involved in? ♡ I think any and all groups of people are bound to have drama. I don’t believe that’s specific to lolita at all. I personally have not been involved in any lolita drama.

52. Are you loyal to any particular makeup brands? ♡ I am very particular about my makeup because I do not like to use certain ingredients. I really like Pacifica. But I also like some Korean brands like The Saem, MISSHA, and TonyMoly.

This was super long but I had fun answering all the questions. Have you done this questionnaire? I’d love to see your answers~

[donnatarttapologist]

tagged by @successsionhbo thank u ily :)

1. do you make your bed? yes ma’am well i try anyways

2. what’s your favorite number? 13 because i was born on the 13th and also i’m satans spawn

3. what’s your job? well nothing anymore but i *used* to work at the music library at my uni

4. if you could go back to school, would you? well i’m currently in school, do you mean physical school? i hate online class but i low key do not miss waking up at 6:30 every day to get ready and pretend to pay attention in class

5. can you parallel park? no ma’am probably will never learn i am so afraid of hitting someone else’s car which i also have done several times rip

6. a job you had that would surprise people? now? well i used to be a lifeguard (i’m still certified actually) but that job took every ounce of happiness and life i had left in my soul away from me

7. do you think aliens are real? fuck yeah dude

8. can you drive a manual car? yes siree bob i sure can

9. what’s your guilty pleasure? bro idk?? tf

10. tattoos? i have none but i want so many as soon as i sell my body for money then yes

11. favorite color? black but if that doesn’t count then probably green

12. favorite type of music? i listen to such a wide variety but i guess rock?

13. things that people do that drive you crazy? crunching, being stupid while driving, texting while i’m talking to someone, etc etc

14. do you like doing puzzles? i love doing puzzles actually i am somewhat of a grandma in this regard. i’ve been playing sudoku nonstop

15. any phobias? so many..... heights, the dark, bugs, spiders except for the little ones, they don’t really bother me. drowning, the ocean, natural disasters, the apocalypse,.... i could go on but i shall spare you

16. favorite childhood sport? swimming bc it was the only thing i was mildly good at. i also did karate for a while when i was little but my parents pulled me out bc they thought it was “too violent” lmao so now i have no sense of self defense at all

17. do you talk to yourself? yes bitch i get lonely ????

18. what movie do you adore? ferris buellers day off, 20th century women, dead poets society, just for a few but there are many

19. coffee or tea? as of late i have been obsessed with green tea

20. first thing you wanted to be when you grew up? probably a nurse bc my mom is a nurse and i have mommy issues

this was super fun, i’ll tag @spacewitch @femmefuckup @universitylibraries and anyone else who wants to (i feel like most people have already done this so feel free to ignore lol)