#just because a parent is loving does not mean they are good

[nebulablakemurphy]

Capitol Loss

Summary: Set in the Moves & Countermoves Universe. Years after the rebellion, Y/N and Haymitch’s son is off to study in the Capitol, where he discovers the true cost of being a victor. Discussions of trauma and forced prostitution, proceed with caution.

“My name is Everest Abernathy, born and raised in the Victors’ Village of district twelve. Everyone says I look like my dad…I don’t really see it though.”

The joke lands as it always does, with genuine laughter and whispers. His classmates know he’s Haymitch’s son, even without the introduction. He doesn’t mind of course, he loves his dad, but people always kind of expect him to behave like his father too.

“Alright, fine.” Everest holds up his hands, “you caught me, I was born in the Capitol. But I was raised in Victors’ Village.”

Growing up, when the cameras would come, that was the gig. People would eat it up. And Everest would indulge them. It wasn’t until long after the rebellion that Everest had the freedom to discover who he was.

His parents, ever supportive, were more than willing to help their firstborn child pack up and board a train to a place that had never been kind to them. Because they love him that much. And that love is not lost on him.

When the professor asks him to stay after class, Everest is more than happy to. But he needs to make one thing clear.

“I don’t want any special treatment or anything. I’m here to learn. Panem is still rebuilding itself, I want to do my part.”

“Of course, my boy. I think it’s incredibly brave of you to be here. Away from your family for the very first time, driven by a sense of justice! Your parents must be so proud.”

“They would’ve been just as proud if I stayed in twelve to trade in the square.” His parents were always proud of him. As though he and his siblings were some sort of miracle, created by their love for each other. And they are still disgustingly in love. “But I think it’s our duty now, to make sure we continue moving forward and never back.”

The professor nods, “I do hope that our unit covering the lives of victors, leading up to the uprising, is a solid representation of all you endured during childhood.”

Endured? His childhood was a great many things, but by no stretch of the imagination was it something he had to ‘endure.’ Everest clears his throat, “I mean yeah, it was weird. Growing up with cameras in my face and a bunch of strangers in crazy outfits who would scream and burst into tears at the sight of me. But I think, my mom especially, would do little things to make sure that me and Arista were never scared. Not to say my dad didn’t, I think he was just trying to keep us alive, more or less.” He shrugs.

“It sounds like you have a very good head on your shoulders. After all, you are right around the age your mother was when she married your father.”

Everest’s jaw clenches, he knows his mother is younger than his father. Everyone does. “Love makes us do the darnedest things.”

“That was always interesting to me, the way trauma could create such strong affection.” The professor nods. “But I suppose between the arrangement of marriage to spare her from the Capitol, only to be forced to exploit themselves again and again…”

What?

“That would bond two people together in a way we’ll never be able to understand.”

Everest nods, skin crawling, imploring the man to continue.

It’s not until the professor presents his parent’s wedding portrait that the contents of Everest’s stomach empty themselves onto the floor. This image does not reside on the walls of his childhood home, where his father has them all hung proudly.

My mom, no older than I am now.

My mom, held so tightly to my father’s side it must have hurt.

My mom, smiling her best Capitol smile.

And my dad…protecting the only living person he loved.

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There is a knock at Everest’s door sometime later. Hours, maybe days. He can’t bring himself to answer it. “Go away!”

“No can do, I made a promise to your parents.”

Not Cashmere or Finnick, maybe he’s safe.

“Look, my parents made a lotta deals with a lotta people. You are not special, I promise.”

“Professor Smith said you asked him not to contact your parents. But as you’ve missed two straight days of class, I’m legally required to.”

Everest groans, rising to his feet and swinging open the door. “What do you want, Heavensbee?”

“To talk to you.” Plutarch explains. “Give you a chance to vent.”

“You’re Capitol, why do you care?” You let it happen.

“When I met your dad he was only a couple years younger than you are now.”

“And let me guess, I look just like him?” The boy scoffs.

“Yes and no,” Plutarch smiles. “I see your mom.”

“If you’re looking for an in, you won’t find one.”

“The first time I met Y/N, she told me she didn’t give a shit about winning the game, because she wanted to break the board.” Plutarch explains, “you’re a lot alike in that way.”

“Alright,” I’ll bite. Everest opens the door wide enough for the older man to enter, closing it behind them. “If you’re the expert, why don’t you explain what happened?”

“They couldn’t just let the boy who almost broke the board marry the girl who wanted to break it, and live happily ever after.” Plutarch lifts a shoulder, “Snow had to beat it out of them somehow.”

“How?”

“Started with Haymitch, took out his family, including his girlfriend back home, left him with nothing. He started drinking to cope.”

“I know that.” Everest swallows.

“During Y/N’s post games interview she suggested that the hunger games were unnecessary and should stop.”

“I know that too.”

“Haymitch made a deal with President Snow to keep the same thing from happening to Y/N. Did you know that?” Plutarch arches a brow.

“What kind of deal?” Everest demands.

“Some of the victors would be sold to higher ups in the Capitol. Haymitch agreed, in exchange for your mother’s safety and her family’s.”

“Why did he have to marry her?” That’s the part that doesn’t make sense.

“As you said, your parents made a lot of deals, this one protected her from being sold directly to anyone. Marriage between victors is relatively uncommon, there was curiosity. I have no idea the exact numbers, but I do know that their footage was the highest grossing victor profit ever made.”

“How many victors did he sell?”

“Again, I don’t know the exact number. That was far from my department; but to answer your question, too many.”

Again, his stomach churns. “So me and Arista were just accidents?”

“Have you ever heard the idle hands theory?”

“What the fuck is that?” Everest demands, pacing in the space between his bed and desk.

“Easy,” Plutarch holds up his hands, “if this is too much for you-”

“Sorry,” Everest runs a hand over his face, “I’m sorry.” To go from knowing nothing, to knowing everything... “Please, continue.”

“A child would occupy their time and their minds. Serve as a means to make them more complicit. You were their pride and joy. You were the Capitol’s too.”

Everest sucks in a breath.

“You got a little older, idle hands need filling.”

“Arista.” Everest whispers.

“A ‘little Y/N’ to solve all of Snow’s problems.” Plutarch smirks, ���if I didn’t know any better I’d think he was…content with your parents, for a time.”

“Why Daisy?” Their hands were full.

Plutarch hangs his head. “You were ten, going on eleven. Close to reaping age and there was a Quarter Quell right around the corner, pair that with Peeta and Katniss’ stunt with the berries and-”

“They were gonna run.” It makes sense, in all its horrible entirety.

“Everyone knew it. Especially Snow.” Plutarch confirms. “Fastest way to ground a flight risk is to cut their wings.”

Is that why my dad calls her an angel?

“That’s the hard stuff and the most important.” Plutarch assures him, “I don’t expect us to be friends now, Everest. But if you’re going to learn the truth about your parent’s lives here, I’d rather it be from someone who cares about them. Not some stranger who knows them as pages in a book.”

“Are you gonna tell them?” Everest wonders, “my parents?”

“No,” Plutarch shakes his head, “that’s your conversation to have not mine.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to take anything else from you.” The Abernathys have given enough.

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Weeks pass and while Everest hasn’t been accepting any calls, there is one person he doesn’t have the heart to ignore.

He hits the button, sluggishly. “Hey, Arista.”

“Hey, how are you?”

“I’m good.” Everest lies.

“Hang on, let me get mom and dad.”

“Arista, wait.” Everest protests, “how are they?”

“Mom and dad?” Arista lifts a brow, “they’re mom and dad.”

“Dad’s feeling better?”

“Yeah.” The girl whispers, “his liver’s pretty beat up though. They’re discussing options with a doctor in the Capitol, but don’t tell them I told you that.”

“They told you and not me?” Everest scoffs.

“They didn’t tell me anything, you know how they are.” Arista says, “I overheard them talking about leaving us with Aunt Madge for a couple weeks for the treatment.”

“How are Daisy and Auggie?”

“August has been giving everyone a run for their money, now that Daisy’s mellowed out.”

“That’s good.”

“You sound upset.” Arista sighs.

“It’s just….school’s been a lot.”

“Come home then, loser.” Arista laughs, “we miss you.”

Does he want to go home? Can he? “First semester ends in a week, I’ll come home for break.”

“Cool,” Arista smiles, “see you soon.”

“Tell everyone I said hi and that I love them.”

“Will do.”

“Love you, Arista.”

“Love you too.” Arista ends the call, flopping back into the couch and glaring up at the ceiling.

Everest is the only one of her siblings to understand what it was to be doted on by the Capitol, like a prized show horse. He never lies to her, never hides anything from her. If he’s lying now…it must be something awful.

“Who was that?” Y/N asks, popping her head around the corner.

“Just Everest,” Arista huffs. “He’s coming home for semester break.”

Y/N nods, “that’s great.”

“I think he must be homesick or something. But he said hi and that he loves you.”

At this her mother smiles, “do you want to help with dinner? We’re making a roast.”

“I guess.” Arista pulls herself to her feet. “Give me a minute to wash up.”

Haymitch clicks his tongue at her. “Don’t tell me you’re turning into a teenager.”

“I’ve been a teenager, Dad.”

Haymitch clutches his heart, “she stabbed me.”

Y/N chuckles, pressing her lips to his. “You’ll live.”

Arista rolls her eyes. “Stop making out or I won’t help you.”

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When Cashmere gets a call from Plutarch, who she hasn’t spoken to in years, she knows that something is amiss. She’s right of course. One of Everest’s teachers ran his mouth about the Capitol’s deep dark secret. Their love of exploiting victors.

“Did you call his parents?” Cashmere exhales.

“He’s asked us not to.”

“Well,” Cashmere hesitates. “Have you seen him? How upset is he?”

“He’s holed up in his room, attending classes remotely.” Plutarch tells her. “I was able to speak with him, but he doesn’t trust me. He needs someone he trusts.”

“Yeah, alright. I’m on it.” Cashmere ends the call, to get reinforcements on the line.

“Hello?” Finnick answers first.

“Hello?” Johanna a second later.

“It’s Cashmere, I need you both on the next train to the Capitol.”

“What’s going on?”

“Everest knows about…what Snow did to us.”

“No.” Finnick breathes, “he knows about Haymitch and Y/N?”

“Yep. I can’t do any sort of damage control, he’s not answering my calls.”

“Alright, let me get dressed and tell Annie. Then I’m out the door.” Finnick says.

“So the plan is to do what exactly? Just show up at his door, give him a pat on the back and say ‘I’m sorry your parents were forced to make porn and have you, that must feel awful. How’d you like to hear what happened to the rest of us?’ Yeah, I can see that going over really well.”

“Johanna,” Finnick sighs.

“You’re right, forget it. Don’t come.” Cashmere decides.

“I’m already halfway out the door, blondie.” Johanna bites back. “I was just hoping to establish a game plan. Poor kid just lost the illusion of his perfect life, and if we don’t tell Y/N she will kill us.”

“Then she’ll have to kill us,” Finnick decides. “She put us on call for Everest while he’s in the Capitol, Plutarch says he’s not ready to talk to Y/N. It’s not our position to pry or overshare. It’s not our position to even tell her.”

“Or Haymitch.” Cashmere tacks on, in case Johanna was planning to be sneaky.

“All I’m saying is…if it were me, I’d want my mom and dad. Not a bunch of other people.”

“We’re family, Johanna.” Finnick reminds her, “when something like this happens, you want your family.”

Johanna bites her tongue, they are her family. The people who took her in and loved her, while she clawed and bit at their outstretched hands. “I still think someone should tell her.” But…not my circus, not my monkeys.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Hampstead Part 2

Synopsis: Joe finds out you've been hiding something from him or, better yet, someone

Pairing: Ex-boyfriend!Joe Burrow x Ex-girlfriend!Reader

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-> joeybandy/n: so um I'm just going to say it, is that Joe's baby? 👀👀👀

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Joe kept refreshing your Instagram page not truly believing what he was currently seeing with his own eyes.

You have a son?

It was obvious by looking at him that he had to have been less than a year old and he looked exactly like you.

There was no denying that he belonged to you.

So, you were pregnant when the two of you were together?

So that could mean only one of two things,

You cheated on him at the same time or your son was also his which he couldn't wrap his head around considering that there was no resemblance.

And if you were pregnant and it was his, why didn't you tell him?

Looking at the time on his phone in the top right corner, he noticed that if he didn't leave his house in the next five minutes that he would be late to dinner with his parents.

Joe had forgotten about the promise that he made to the both of them when you posted that video on your Instagram.

Hampstead.

It held a special place in his heart and mind since that was where the two of you crossed paths for the first time.

Everything was good between the both of you until it wasn’t. And Joe had no one to blame but himself.

He did love you, that much was true and then he got greedy.

He wanted you as well as this new and upcoming model that he had met at least twice before.

That was where he went wrong.

His biggest regret was not running after you when you had caught him red handed.

The bond was too strong. There was no way that you were going to leave him.

Until you did.

You didn't answer his calls for two weeks and when you finally did, you told him that you were coming to get your clothes before promptly hanging up. Not letting him give the sincere apology that he had rehearsed multiple times.

He should have known that you wouldn't want to hear it.

Joe wanted to spend his life with you and told you multiple times, so why did he go out and cheat?

He didn't have an answer.

It was only one time, but that one time changed everything as he knew it.

Regret.

It was felt every day.

That's why he acted so nonchalant and hid behind his Joe Cool persona.

If no one could tell he was hurting on the outside, maybe just maybe it would transfer to the inside too.

Dinner was somewhat awkward and his parents kept looking at one another knowing that something was wrong. Attempting to engage in conversation about what he planned to do during the offseason went nowhere until finally it came to the surface.

“She has a son.” Joe quietly said and both Jimmy and Robin paused mid bite to look at him.

“We know.” Robin replied before taking a sip of her water that was placed to the side of her.

“Wait, how do you two know?”

“Because we met him.” Jimmy added as Joe got a confused look on his face.

“What? And why did no one tell me?” Joe asked as he set his fork down on his plate.

“Don't you remember us telling you for MONTHS to call her and try to talk to her? Oh, and how you ignored her calls because you didn't know what to say to her?”

“Yeah, so?” Joe said as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Why do you think we did that?” Jimmy asked while looking at him.

“He doesn't even look like me.”

“Because he stole his mother's entire face.”

“Wait, what if he's not mine? She could have cheated.”

“Apparently you did enough cheating for the both of you so I highly doubt that.” Robin answered while giving her son the side eye.

“I…” Joe started to say but promptly closed his mouth.

“No matter how you feel about the situation, you need to call her.”

“So in other words she hid an entire child from me? And everyone is acting like this is normal behavior?” He asked, catching an obvious attitude.

“Not exactly, after the way you treated her. Can you honestly blame her? You were supposed to propose, remember?”

–

Once Joe had gotten home, he was currently sitting in his car and because of having an extended period of time to think during the drive, he picked up his phone and stared at it debating on whether to text you or not.

You did answer the last time he had sent a text which basically dismissed him altogether. So, that was good right?

Well not good that you dismissed him but good that you actually answered.

Which he wasn't expecting to begin with.

The bottom line was that he was torn. Torn because you should have told him and torn because he made you feel as though you couldn't tell him.

But, what if this time was different?

After taking a deep breath, he opened up the text thread that was shared between the both of you and slowly began typing.

Joe- Y/N, do you have something to tell me? Better yet SOMEONE to tell me about?

You- Joseph, please don't play on my phone. You ignored me for literal MONTHS. And now you have the nerve to be mad because you found out like everyone else?

Joe- Yes because I apparently have a son who doesn't even know who I am. And you told my parents but not me?

You- Yes because unlike you, they actually wanted to be a part of his life.

Joe- How do I even know he's mine? And you didn't even give me the chance to.

You- Goodnight Joseph and don't bother me again unless you want to have an adult conversation.

Looking down at your phone in disbelief, you moved it to the side as your son had now fallen asleep on your chest. He hadn't been feeling well the past three days and whatever he had caught you had caught it too.

This was probably the most he had slept and you made sure to not move so much since reading the multiple text messages from Joe had you heated. You could tell that your heart rate had increased so therefore so did your breathing.

Only one question loomed in your mind,

How dare he?

[ysrjune]

BROTHERS!STEPHEN, SAM & SCOTT 𖹭.ᐟ

dedicated to ; @alexlovesysrjune & @dollfilmz ‹𝟹

SMUT 💔💔💔 YOU LITTE SKANKS

"IIIII DONTTT CAREEE," Steve sort of yells over his brothers. "I don't wanna be hearing you guys going at it with your girlfriends at TWO in the MORNING." Stephen points his finger at the twins.

For a week straight, Sam and Scott had been 'sneaking' their girlfriends over at night since their parents were on an anniversary vacation in another state. Steve thought it was so stupid that the boys thought they had to sneak those girls in. He liked them and he trusted them. Did he know that they'd probably end up having sex with his brothers when they thought Steve wasn't paying attention?.. is grass green?

The whole point was that he didn't care what the boys did with their girlfriends. But they could at least check if it was cool to bring the girls over instead of assuming their big brother would get mad and say no. Those boys were old enough to make their own decisions. Did Steve care if they were safe and making smart choices? Yes, definitely, but it wasn't his biggest concern. If the boys ended up doing something stupid, that was their fault and not his.

"We don't go AT it, dude. You're just a light sleeper, is all." Sam rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. "Oh, trust me, Sammy. I am not a light sleeper. And you know what that means? If I can hear your damn headboard knocking against my wall while you're getting your silly stick played with, ITS BECAUSE YOU'RE BEING LOUD!" Steve was crashing out. He was so SO mad.

Scott cracked a smile, trying to hold in a laugh. "AND YOU.." Steve gives his gaze to the other blonde. "Oh-" Scott replied instantly. "Know how YOUR headboard is on the wall where my shelfs are on my side of the wall? MY PICTURE FRAME BROKE THE OTHER DAY YOU LITTLE—" Steve was gonna choke out his brother like Homer Simpson does to Bart.. but he knew better. "Jesus Christ, the both of you." He groans and then sighs to calm down.

"Look. You don't have to sneak them in. You don't have to ask me for permission to bring them. I don't care if you're getting.. sexual," He cringes at himself, but he wanted to sound serious. "Just.. for the love and respect you have for me, DONT do it at two in the morning. Especially not like jack rabbits. So help me God, If another picture frame breaks or I'm awaken from my sleep, I'm going to go into your rooms and smack the hell out of you right in the moment." Steve crosses his arms.

"I can't EVER get some shut eye around here." That makes the twinsies laugh little bit. He's so white. "Put a pillow behind the headboard, YOU MONKEYS. God damn." Steve fake cried and then walked out of the living room. When he was gone, the twins looked at each other and lost it. "I CANT GET SHUT EYE??" Scott screams as he laughs and hits Sam's shoulder. "YOU MONKEYS." Sam screams back and laughs with his brother.

"Oh my God," Sam whimpers from behind his girlfriend. "keep doin' it like that for me.. ahh—" his hand rests on her hip as she fucks herself back on his throbbing cock. "yea, baby. keep asking for more." she pants. "keep acting like a little whore for me? maybe then I'll let you cum inside."

Fuck. Sam loves when she talks him through it. He loves being her little whore. It's always so embarrassing when he talks to his friends about fucking their girlfriends because they always think that Sam is the one in control. He's tough, has an attitude, and likes to boss people around sometimes.. so why wouldn't he be the one pounding into his girl while she cries for more? Well, because he loves being taken care of.

"mommy, please.. pleaseplease lemme cum n'side.. been so good for you." Sam whimpers out, now slowly rolling his hips against hers. "Miss you so damn much." This was the first time in two days he had fucked. Sam is always so needy and horny. Two days without having sex is like two years. "You're a little bitch." She tsks. "Come over here, let me see that pretty face."

The position has switched. She's on top of him, holding onto the headboard. His head is deep in his pillows, staring up at his perfect girlfriend. "Here, hand here.." Sam leads one of her hands to his neck. Obliging to his small request, she then starts rolling her hips, occasionally bouncing on his needy dick. "uhh—yeayeaye–mpph!" Sam whines at the feeling and lewd sounds of her wet pussy.

Just with a few more strokes, Sam came inside her, falling in and out of consciousness because he could hardly breathe. But it's not like he didn't like it. Before he knew it, she was sitting on his face. His pierced tongue felt so good inside her. Licking and sucking—goodness. it was heaven. Felt so good, she was rocking her hips again, bumping her clit to his perfect button nose. It was all too good that her hands instinctively pushed the headboard against the wall repeatedly.

Sam was concerned for a second, remembering what Stephen had said.. but also.. it wasn't two in the morning.. it was only around 9:40ish, so there was no way he'd get mad.. and with that, Sam continued to eat her out.

The next day, Did Scott follow his brothers ask? H-H-HELLL NAW 🗣 he was so pissed today. Coach made him run 3 miles without water because he cussed out one of his team mates for messing up a play on purpose because the guy thought it would be funny, he failed a history test, and there was nothing to eat when he got home.

"You little bitch, stop fucking moving. I'm not taking time out of my miserable fucking day to make you cum." He fucks her on his bed, with the headboard knocking against the wall and his bed creaking insanely loud. "scotty!" she whines. "baby, it hurts!"

"Oh my fucking God, shut up. You're the one who suggested it. Take it like a big girl." He smacks her cheek and smirks at how it reddens. Noticing tears swelling in her eyes, Scott begins to feel bad. "Aw, angel." He softens his voice. "M so sorry doll. Just take it, yeah? Let.." His strokes become sloppy and uncoordinated. "Let me do this." His voice goes into a higher pitch as he moans her name over and over like a prayer.

"I love this pussy so much. Gonna make her miss me while I'm away for the whole week." He was going on a week field trip against the state to visit a football stadium and go to practice with the team that the stadium belongs to. "gonna miss you, scotty.." she bites her lip, feeling how Scott now decides to be nice and actually make her feel good.

"Yeah you are." He leans down, kissing her." biting her bottom lip and making the sexiest noises against it, he feels her cum around him. "mhm, cream that dick, pretty girl. lemme feel y—mm..fuck.. ye—uhh!" He pulls out right in time as he finishes. "You're so good to me.." He kisses her again. sweetly this time.

The next morning, the boys got choked out Bart Simpson style. not really. But Steve pulled their hair and literally swung at them. Not close enough to actually hit him, but he was going crazy.

"I ASK YOU TO NOT DO ONE FUCKING THING AND YOU??? OHHHMYGODDDDD!!!" He chucks pillows at the boys while they're laughing. "IM GONNA KILL YOU BOTH!" He even hit the:

Both younger boys have videos and photos of this crashout. Its hilarious.

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[mostlymarvelgirl]

Dean Winchester's Type

Let's talk about it. Cause why not?

Dean Dean Dean. He's probably that one guy in every group who's always the funniest, and probably the most chill. Well, atleast on the outside.

He has always been the same. Personality wise. But yeah, he's more of someone whose personality has hardened over the years. Hell, for all he knows, he knows deep down inside he's still figuring who he truly is.

(And NO, I'm not referring to him being in the closet)

So when you meet him for the first time, he's probably gonna lie about who he is. (Cause he's a hunter and probably investigating a case duh) Definitely is type of guy who notices a lot shit but you won't be able to tell at all considering his way of talking. He talks very casual. Makes you feel free. Makes you feel like it's just a simple conversation. But he's just determining whether you're a threat or not.

He's good at what he does. Because he was taught that way? Yeah, let's bring in that.

He spent most his childhood being an adult who's responsible for keeping his brother safe while irresponsible father (trash) was busy hunting the thing that killed their mom. He spent most his time taking care and spending time watching his dad. Which would explain his taste in music, sport, interests and hobbies. He didn't get time or make friends of his own age. It makes sense as he didn't get any time for himself to let his own thoughts decide his opinions on his likes and dislikes. Narcissistic parent effect? Yeah, definitely.

Don't be fooled by his casual demeanor and openness.

He's openly affectionate because he never got it. But you decide to hurt it, yeah... you're dead. So strap in and get ready to feel all those feelings you've never felt because he loves and falls too fast, he knows it's his weakness. But he can't help it, so he may not express it vocally, but you can see it visibly though his actions. He forgives, but doesn't forget. He's very willing to bring his trust back in you if you betray him unknowingly or accidentally or by some mistake. But just because he does it multiple times as you betray him (yes I'm talking about Cas and his dumbass) doesn't mean he'll be fine. He's gonna be okay. But if you cross a particular line, yeah... you're truly fucked. Pack your bags and leave the multiverse.

Now, let's get all juicy into the details and bring in his horoscope.

His sun is an aquarius. Obviously you can tell he truly deep down loves a rebellion. Not out of being defiant. But for the right principles. His own principles. (Like how many time has this man sold his soul) As you see later in the seasons, when he explores his own interests, you'll see that deep down, he hates control. He wants to be free. He hates rules. And, he's always ahead. Even when you don't see it. He's well prepared. Always five steps ahead.

Now coming to his Leo Moon. This man loves and absolutely craves for recognition and praise. Growing up, no one ever appreciated this sweetheart. Deep down, all he wanted was someone to see him. To be appreciated. And if he does, he glows. Like you can see that smile and a cute silly acts randomly. That sweet outburst which make no sense. (To you, not him) His inner child feels satisfied. It shines and glows. He'll never admit he wants this. But trust me, he does. He's a total sucker. And if he's not appreciated? Uff, let's not go to a depressed Dean. He's gets all broody and starts drinking dumps his feelings down. Probably even punch a wall or look at baby Sammy pictures or pictures of his mom.

His Ascendant? Saggitarius. That Dean Swagger. Blue Steel (Dean's Version)? Yep, this is it. The reason he likes the road no matter how cramped it is, it makes him feel free. Unchained. Not tied to a place. If you'd seen his life with Lisa, deep down, Dean wishes to travel. Explore. Sure, he wants family and stuff, but he's more of an adventurer and prefers someone who doesn't take that away from him. Now, his carefree and sarcasm layer... yeah you might get distracted by that and miss out how much emotional depth he's got deep down. He loves honesty. He forgives easy. He's blunt. He doesn't how much it hurts. He wants the real picture. He will understand you and he forgives. He's deep down a total softie. Don't lie to him. Please, he's very considerate. He loves. Hard and fast. So be nice. And honest.

Overall, he's very free spirited guy. He prefers someone who lets him explore the world. He doesn't like being tied down. As much as he craves affection, don't be overly clingy. He would absolutely will get annoyed. The last thing you wanna do is push him away. Sorry, but that's just the truth. So if you're someone who sees past his walls, someone who doesn't prefer overly clingy connection, honest, prefers deep connection (there's a difference between deep and clingy) and prefers free spiritedness... you're it. Go grab your Dean.

Now that we're done this... let's get to the spicy shit all you horny shits have been waiting for. Sex. How does he like it? When would it happen? Who would initiate it first? Who's freakier? At what stage of the relationship would it happen?

Now see, here's a difference. If it's a one night stand to blow off steam, he's gonna be freaky as fuck and be rough. Maybe soft. He'll be in full control. You can't do shit. He'll be respectful and hear you out obviously. But remember, he'll be incharge. This is the closest to what he gets a form if affectionate touch. He thinks this is only thing he doesn't mess up and is good at. Yes, he's insecure and seeks attention.

But when he gets into a serious relationship, it will be a few months or maybe days. Depends. Based on your preference, he'll ask you how or when you want it. Since, he's a good at reassuring, you might fold easy. He's good with comfort words. He knows and notices what you are insecure about. He will make sure one hundred percent that you fully open up to him before he makes love to you.

Now as for freakiness, he's a guy who's willing to try and give it a shot. He's open to suggestions. He's very open about what he likes and what he doesn't. He asks you. Keeps a note. He'd probably initiate the conversation after the first time you both do it. He loves to talk after sex. Makes him feel reassured. He wants feel that you both are at the same level of pace in thinking. And understanding. He would never do anything at all. To make you uncomfortable. Never. If it's a common kink and you don't want it, he just won't push it at all.

Sex for him is way to connect. It's for his reassurance. He will put your needs first. He will comfort you and give assurance. You will always feel like a queen and fulfilled.

So, in the end, he's a guy who wants love, freedom and explore. He gives and gives love and wants just appreciation and someone to understand him. Just the inner child wanting his freedom. Be a sweetheart and be kind and honest. And that'll be the best decision you'll make. So go grab your Dean today.

And that, is Dean Winchester's type.

Requested by the most wonderful Desi mutual @mahi-wayy

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Ceswest behind the cut; “love is being stupid together”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Yes, well, I only have so much patience for lipreading with someone who isn’t even facing me,” he says dubiously, steepling his fingers on his desk and eyeing the other. He should’ve made himself a mimosa before he let him in. 

Or a tequila sunrise, more like. And he definitely means a double when he says that. 

Possibly he’s going to need some alternate coping mechanisms to manage his cortisol levels, because the alcohol is getting expensive. And, well, at this rate liver damage might become a concern. 

Also, unfortunately, Lennox being eventually invulnerable to the effects of Earth-based alcohol does not actually mean Lex can’t still set a bad example for the impressionable physiological four year-old in terms of stress regulation and self-medication and the concept of–ugh–”healthy” coping mechanisms. 

Ugh. 

This is somehow Superman’s fault, Lex reflects accusingly. Which it in fact demonstrably is. 

“Good morning, Kon,” Superman greets, turning towards Lennox’s wall and smiling warmly at him. Lennox ignores him, but Lex finds himself increasingly certain that even if Superman actually isn’t doing it intentionally, he has some sort of latent mental power that inclines people to respond positively to his presence. 

He has an eidetic memory and enhanced intelligence and can think faster than just about anyone on the planet who isn’t wearing lightning bolt earmuffs, and, as the process of making Lennox has made obvious, passive telekinetic abilities. Further mental powers would not exactly be a stretch. Especially one that, arguably, would not be particularly different from the passive telekinesis–just a passive sense of let’s just all do as I'd prefer us all do, instead. 

Definitely that would explain why no one just dislikes Superman. Either they feel positively about or respect him or outright revere him–or they absolutely despise him. One would have to absolutely despise the man to actually feel anything negative about him, under those circumstances. 

And it would also explain Lennox not responding positively to his presence, because Lennox is Kryptonian enough that he’d likely have the same power, and as a result could easily be minimally affected by or just outright immune to Superman’s version of it. 

Though it doesn't seem that Superman is minimally affected by Lennox, still.

. . . Lex might need to get Cadmus on that, he thinks. Just . . . maybe taking another look or two at the DNA they have on file, just to see what they see in there. 

“I brought you something today, kiddo,” Superman says. “I should’ve sooner, I’m sorry, but I hope you’ll still like it.” 

Lennox does not in any way acknowledge the statement, just sorts through his collection of highlighters and arranges them in some mystifying presumable-organization that is definitely not any method of organization that Lex is personally aware of. 

“You brought him something,” Lex says, eyeing the man skeptically. Superman glances back at him, looking mildly surprised for some baffling alien reason or another. Lennox spares an unimpressed glower for the back of his head, which Lex finds very validating, parentally-speaking. Superpowers or not, he very much appreciates that Lennox doesn’t fawn over every little swish of Superman’s cape the same way the rest of this damn city tends to. 

“Are you finally done calling Kon ‘it’?” Superman asks. Lex gives the man his own unimpressed look. What, does Superman think he misspoke? Of all people? 

“Lennox decided to have a gender, so yes,” he says. “Apparently that’s all the rage with the children these days, they just come up with their own.” 

Superman . . . tilts his head, still looking at him. 

“‘Lennox’?” he repeats. Lex remains unimpressed. 

“He also decided he wanted a human name,” he says. “Something about immigrants typically giving their children localized names in addition to cultural ones. Don’t ask me who told him that immigrants do that, mind; statistically it was Wendy. And I certainly have no interest in hacking every single computer system he ever needs to have his name in to input whatever Kryptonian glyphs ‘Kon-El’ involves.” 

And Superman . . . blinks, slowly, and tilts his head just a degree or two farther. 

“Does he talk to you?” he asks. “Does he–talk?”

[joyswonderland1108]

The Coping Mechanisms in This Fandom Deserve an Oscar, Actually.

So i just witnessed another post bashing Jimin solos (because that's the trending sport of the week apparently), and well.. funny thing is, the entire post aged like milk under 24 hours because plot twist: Jimin is receiving death threats right now. But nah, let's not talk about that. Let's circle back to the real crime: Jimin solos existing.

And you know what truly sent me? Some random reply under a quote repost screaming "Why are you defending Jimin solos?! JK won't fuck Jimin!!!"

... I'm sorry, what? What kind of Cirque du Soleil mental gymnastics did you perform to jump from "Jimin solos are annoying" to "JK won't be raw-dogging Jimin"? The person who quote reposted didn't even defend Jimin solos, bestie, calm down. But your brain really said: Jimin solos annoying => Someone says "Hmm you're not talking about the ACTUAL issue and this is only attracting antis to your page => OH NO, PAY GORN, SAY GEX INCOMING.

I mean the sheer velocity with which some of y'all spin into delusion is impressive. Like, Olympic level delusion.

But let's talk about this weird phenomenon where solos act like they own the member they solo stan. Like "I'm a JK solo, therefore i will bite, scratch, claw and bark at any living being he's close to." Y'all do realize the members have known each other for over a decade, right? They've lived together, cried together, succeeded together, and you think your Twitter fingers have more insight into their relationships than they do? Girl be serious.

You don't like OT7? Fine, go ahead, live your half-baked solo stan life. But the very LEAST you could do is not spew venom at the people your fave literally loves and trusts. You calling Jimin or Tae or JK names like "pigmin" or "nosekook" or "baldhyung" (yep, we've seen all of these) doesn't change the fact that they're close. That's not how friendship, or reality, works.

And the whole enlistment arc? Comedy gold.

When those people speculated about Tae and JK enlisting together, Tae solos and JK solos teamed up like it was "Infinity War: Solo Stan Edition". Fangs out, rabies foaming, barking like chihuahuas on Red Bull. All because someone said "Wouldn't it be cute if they enlisted together?"

They didn't. And yet.. the barking continued. The war raged on.

THEN Jimin and JK enlist together and suddenly the internet flips. JK solos immediately scream "GROOMING! MANIPULATION! JIMIN WHY!!"

But hold on, plot twist again, it comes out that JK initiated the buddy system. Now Jimin solos flip and go "Why can't he leave Jimin alone?!"

And Tae solos, bless their chaotic little hearts, still manage to insert themselves into the narrative like, "Good! Leave Tae out of this!!" and proceed to call both Jimin and JK names.

You're not even in this war! Why are you fighting?! This is not your anime arc! Pack it up.

The best part? After all that foaming at the mouth, keyboard smashing, and projecting, the boys are just.. happy. Thriving. Living their best lives. Unbothered. Meanwhile you're still in your solo stan echo chamber, clutching your fantasy life it pays rent.

Hate to break it to you, but you don't get to dictate who these men love, trust, spend time with, or go to the military with. You're not their CEO, psychic, or parent. You are a pixel in the void. No matter how many hasthags you spam or how many edits you make cutting a member out of the group photos, the reality is: you're just an incel with a K-pop obsession.

And the final gag? You say you love your fave so much, but can't even respect the people they love. What does that say about you?

I'll tell you what it says: You don't actually respect your fave. You just use them as an avatar for your own unresolved emotional damage and weird little power trip.

Anyway, save up your money for the BTS tour. For clarity.

[inthekitschen]

Frostheim and Vagastrom Ghouls when you tell them you're pregnant

How I think the ghouls would react to having a baby with you, part 1.

Note: even if I personally believe a ghoul wouldn't want kids, I did my best to write the circumstances in which they would possibly want a child. I hope they don't read as too forced! Some are a little longer than others, I'm battling a pretty hard writers block and am just focusing on writing what inspires me.

*reader can get pregnant but is not given gendered pronouns

The King, regrettably, has a negative reaction to your initial announcement that you're pregnant. He thinks about his relationship with his own father, his shortcomings as a ghoul, and tries to push you away. When he comes to his senses, he'll make it up to you tenfold. Jin treats you like royalty, like he's your servant.

He's a very involved parent. Jin makes sure you and your child are both taken care of. They're his little prince/ss, after all.

The Advisor is not having a child with you before you're both ready. There are no surprises with Tohma, not really. So when you do announce your pregnancy, he probably already expected it. He's very attentive to you during your pregnancy, attending all of your appointments with you and building everything in the nursery.

If any parent could be 100% on top of everything, it’s Tohma. When the baby arrives, he's already created a schedule that your child miraculously follows. Part of you wonders if he's bribing them in some way.

The Archer panics when he sees the positive test. He definitely assumes you're pranking him, and when he realizes that he's actually going to be a dad, he cries. He does everything he can to be as supportive as possible, but he's definitely terrified.

Kaito is a mess when you bring the baby home. He doesn't want to leave their side, or yours. He's a hoverer, for sure. He asks the same questions over and over because he's so scared he'll mess up your kid.

The Knight is ecstatic when you give him the news. Lucas already treated you like a princess before you were pregnant, but now it's increased tenfold. Good luck trying to do any heavy lifting.

Being a father suits him. Something shifts in him, he's happier. Before, he was happy, but restrained. Around your child, he laughs and smiles more frequently.

The Ex-Con is terrified. He loves you, of course, but it took him long enough to overcome his fear of hurting you — now he has a tinier, more defenseless version of you to worry about. He joins you for your appointments, a silent warning for anyone who might mean you harm. He may not always know what the doctors are talking about, but he knows he'll do everything in his power to keep you safe.

The first time Alan holds your child, he cries. He isn't willing to give them back to the doctors and nurses, and when he does, he watches them like a hawk. He's kind of clueless when it comes to appointments, but he makes up to it with effort.

The Influencer doesn't want kids. He calls them brats, makes faces when the topic is brought up, and tells you to forget about it. What he doesn't tell you is how terrified he is of the idea of being responsible for raising another human being when he knows how fucked up he is — because, let's be real, he knows. He knows he would respond terribly to the stress. He knows he would take it out on you. He knows the kid would grow up to hate him, and he knows he would deserve it.

Leo would have to put in some serious work to ever be ready to have a kid, if he decides he wants one. If that day ever comes, he'd actually be pretty good at it.

The Rider isn't expecting the news of your pregnancy, but when it comes, something clicks into place for him. It feels right. He's a natural when it comes to managing your mood swings and your weird cravings. If you ever get insecure about your weight gain the farther along in your pregnancy and after the baby is born, he lifts you effortlessly. The man can lift a fridge, he's got you no problem.

Even before the baby arrives, Sho locks in. He's done with Leo's schemes. He'll still go out with you on date nights, and he loves taking you and the baby out to experience life.

[lune-moon-nuit]

Mike and Will are two sides of the same coin. But Mike's curse is invisibility

I really love how @aemiron-main brought to light the idea that Will is a representation of LGBTQ people who are actively targeted because of their sexuality, and hated by their parents—parents who clearly perceive them and hate them for it (or at least one of them does, like in the case of Lonnie).

Meanwhile, Mike is a representation of LGBTQ people who slip through the cracks, the invisible ones, the ones their parents can’t see even though they desperately want to be seen and understood by them.

And I think it’s such a brilliant idea to have written them this way, to portray these different realities within the LGBTQ community—because yes, the 80s setting fits, but it’s not just about that. It breaks down stereotypes by showing us the overlooked representations, the so-called invisible community, the one Mike represents—so invisible that even the general audience of Stranger Things (aside from film students who know how to read cinematic language, and LGBTQ people who understand because we’re way less affected by the lens of heteronormativity) can miss it.

The fact that Mike and Will are both gay but in completely different situations is so fascinating. Whether it’s Lonnie or the bullies, or the people in town filled with judgment and prejudice, or even the ones who mean well—like his mom, his brother, and his friends—everyone sees Will.

Lonnie and the bullies take his sensitivity as an insult and attack him for it. Joyce and Jonathan cherish it and accept him for who he is. But either way, he’s seen.

And that’s the double-edged sword: being visible means he’s an easy target for hatred and violence. That’s why no one—not even Hopper or Ted Wheeler—was surprised at the idea that Will might be a victim of a hate crime.

But on the other hand, the people who love him and accept him can see him. They notice immediately when something’s wrong. They know when he’s not okay. They realize right away when he goes missing.

Who ever noticed that Mike was suffering? How long would it have taken for the Wheeler parents to realize Mike hadn’t come home if El hadn’t saved him from falling off that cliff?

Like the post said so perfectly—people don’t recognize Mike’s difference.

Sure, he’s spared from the bullying—kind of. He still gets bullied for his frog face, for being a nerd. But before Will disappeared, he didn’t seem to be targeted by the homophobic slurs that were directed at Will.

It’s not that they hate him. It’s that they don’t see him.

And that would explain his obsession with superheroes and people with powers, but also his desire to be normal. Deep down, Mike wants to be different. He wants to be seen. He wants to be himself—but he also knows how dangerous that is. He’s seen what happened to Will. And to El.

And one really important thing that aemiron-main said (which I think would explain the cliff scene so well, and which I really hope Season 5 will explore):

Will represents gay men who die from hate crimes. Mike represents gay men who die by suicide.

Will represents gay men who are too visible (through no fault of their own), whose families and the people around them sensed their queerness from a very young age. Mike represents gay men who are invisible—not hated, but never supported either.

Will represents gay men who are tormented, or taken away by force. Mike represents gay men who run away from home—or disappear by taking their own lives.

Will is a gay boy who gets picked on and called “queer” because of how he dresses. Mike is a gay boy whose clothes go unnoticed.

Will is good at hiding because he’s visible. He has to hide because people seem to see right through him.

Mike isn’t good at hiding. He’s not good at pretending to be “normal” because he never had to. He’s invisible. No one ever saw him before.

He never had to hide the way Will did.

Will had to learn how to hide and how to act “normal.” That’s exactly why he hates when people treat him differently, like he’s a “freak.” Will doesn’t want to be treated differently—because he’s always been treated differently.

Because he’s too visible. So he had to learn how to act “normal.”

Meanwhile, Mike wants to be treated differently—because he’s been invisible his entire life.

He never had to learn how to hide, or how to behave “normally,” not really. Even though now he tries, he doesn’t know how, because he never had to before.

Where Lonnie noticed every trace of queerness in Will, Ted just… ignored everything. Too busy being passive and watching TV.

Will was so visible that he couldn’t even breathe without Lonnie noticing and forcing him to play baseball, because “that’s what boys do.” Mike is so invisible he could’ve screamed “I have a girl with magical powers in my basement who’s wanted by the government” and Ted wouldn’t have noticed a thing.

Mike and Will are two sides of the same coin.

And now that I think about it… poor Mike is just lost. He doesn’t know where he fits.

Because he’s an invisible gay kid, he doesn’t feel normal—so he thinks he has to protect himself by hiding his difference and pretending to be normal. He performs heteronormativity for the whole world to see (aka the cis-het “normals”).

But at the same time, he’s not seen or accepted by the “different” ones either—because they don’t perceive his difference.

(Like when El says “no you don’t” after Mike tells her he knows what it’s like to be bullied—because she meant being different, and she didn’t see that in him.)

Mike doesn’t feel at home with the “normal” people, because deep down he knows he’s different. But he doesn’t feel different enough to be embraced by those who are different.

So he’s stuck. He’s floating in between. He doesn’t know where his place is.

Which also explains why it’s so hard for him to develop a sense of self-worth outside of being needed. Outside of being useful.

He suppresses and denies his own trauma because he thinks it doesn’t “count.” Because he didn’t go through what Will went through. Or what El went through. So he tells himself it’s nothing.

His curse is invisibility.

Even we, the audience, don’t get access to his point of view. He’s ignored, overlooked, minimized—and especially misunderstood.

And all of this gives him that aching feeling of belonging nowhere. Not normal enough, not different enough. Not this, not that.

Mike Wheeler is Vecna’s playground, honestly. If he isn’t one of his targets in Season 5, then what was the point of writing such a painfully complex character?

Here is the post who inspired me this post.

[cheralith]

— reroutes. feat. oliver aiku || wc: 2.1k contains: gn!reader, no pronouns used, teacher!reader, dilf!oliver, single parent!oliver, miscommunication, fluff, alcohol consumption a/n: people keep saying that oliver is dilf material usually based off his looks so sure what the hell . let me entertain the thought and feed the masses also a reupload since the og wasn't allowing me to edit for some reason

trying to butter up the president of the parent-teacher association over a candlelit dinner to gain his approval and vote for you as a a worthy candidate incoming principal isn't exactly the easiest task in the world, nor is it your vision of spending a friday evening. but with adult life comes sacrifices, even if it means you'll be missing out on the season premiere of your sitcom.

you've heard rumors about him from other teachers in passing—quite the charmer with a natural flair for leadership, hence why he's been on the board for a few years now, even longer than you've been teaching the second grade at this school. many people on the association look up to him, his approval being worth more than some of the district's, a smile and nod at a suggestion being made being worth more than gold itself.

hence why his vote is the one you need to gain the most—if oliver aiku is in favor of something, then surely it must be good.

the single father to one of your shyer students, he's the complete opposite of her. where rena is quiet, soft-spoken, and spares her words, oliver seems to exude this calm confidence—a calculated rationale weaving into every sentence he says with that baritone, caramel-rich voice of his.

you smile tightly as he rests his cheek on his fist, bright and attentive hues of malachite and amethyst daggering into your stiff figure, that typical smile on his lips that you've seen he gives everyone.

"you know," he starts, tone smooth and sweet. "it's rare that rena has a favorite teacher. but she seems to talk about you a lot these days."

"oh does she?" you laugh, trying to filter out the nervous edge as best as possible. "i'll admit, she's one of my more creative students. she seems to really love arts & crafts."

oliver shares his chuckle with you. "oh i bet. she's always asking me to put up any art she takes home on the fridge. trying to get into it is almost impossible these days with how much stuff is on there—you should see it, really."

he takes a slow sip of his wine, his eyes scanning you for a reaction at his last few words and his eyes lid attentively when you fidget in your spot. oliver uses the swirling ruby in the glass to hide his growing grin.

"ah well," you flicker your gaze toward anything that isn't him, his stare piercing every possible fiber of apprehension within you. "i'm glad. y-you know, for students like rena, they'd really benefit from art walks! i visited one of the charter schools nearby that does them every few months to help cultivate—"

"oh yes, we've been looking to dabble in those as well," oliver says dismissively, ceasing your words in a gentle, clean cut. "maybe one day... if the district increases our budget."

a sharp inhale ensures your composure doesn't falter at the lack of concern. there's many projects you have in mind if you were ever the principal of the school, but you need his approval if they were to ever go through. the voice of the parents mattered just as much as the district's after all.

you fold your hands affirmingly. "well, i've also noticed that we don't have an actual sci—"

"are you doing anything after this?" oliver cuts in again, a smile that's a bit larger now still on his face intently.

you pause, breath hitching. your eyes lift from the food on your table to him. your eyes narrow.

"excuse me?" you ask.

oliver leans back in his seat almost a little too casually. it's only then you notice two of his shirt buttons are undone, exposing a hint of his plated chest. "rena's at her mom's this weekend. i was just wondering if you had any plans after. because if you aren't... i'd love to spend more time with you. somewhere a little more private, perhaps?"

he sends you a knowing wink, a twinkle in his eye that flashes intimately at you. at first, you're confused, trying to understand what he's implying—until...

oh. oh.

"oh—" you choke out. "—my god. excuse me?!"

oliver blinks, smile faltering at your dropped jaw. "what?"

"you thought this was a date?" you rasp.

perplexity takes over his handsome features, oliver tilting his head and sitting up. "sorry, i'm confused. was this dinner not about that?"

"no?!" you're trying your absolute hardest to stay professional, but it's hard to do see when you runover his interactions toward you in your head. the kiss to your knuckles when you met him at the door, the intense eye contact, the unbuttoned shirt... oh, how could you be so stupid?!

you stiffen. "i'm terribly sorry that i gave you the wrong impression. but i only invited you over for dinner so i can discuss what my future plans would be as principal."

oliver is quick to interject himself. "oh. well. i apologize then. i'd be happy to talk more about that matter if you'd like."

the audacity of him to bypass it so casually, as though he wasn't lusting over you for nearly an entire hour when you were trying your absolute best to woo him with your ideas, with both of you ending with nothing but dust in your hands at the end of it all.

you shake your head and start packing your things up, which alerts him.

"no, i'd rather not," you mutter, taking out some wads of cash and pushing it over to him to cover your cost of the food. "i don't think we should proceed this conversation further. at least not for now."

he grabs your hand before you can proceed any further—strong and firm. maybe even desperate, dare you say? "hey, hold on. i swear, i'm really intrigued by your plans. especially the art walk. how 'bout we just finish this dinner and talk things over?"

"i've been trying to do that since we came!" you exasperate loudly, your sharp tone making him flinch a little, especially as you gather some onlookers who glance your way. "i'm sorry, but i'd rather not dabble in a one-sided conversation for another hour."

you plop your phone in your purse and quickly shuffle on your coat, offering him only a disappointed look before you leave, one that pinches an unknown twinge in his chest.

"have a nice evening, mr. aiku," you mutter solemnly, leaving him in the dust.

the next time you see him is the following monday, when he picks up his daughter with the rest of parents.

you're working with another one of your students, introducing him to another book that you think he may like, until you feel a tap on your arm. you excuse yourself from the boy and come face-to-face with rena, who holds up a collaged butterfly she was working on made from spare magazine parts from the crafting table proudly. her eyes that match a familiar two-toned hue sparkle at you.

"look!" she exclaims, her normally-soft voice now replaced with a more voluminous one—a self-curated confidence that you helped bring to life. "i even made it your favorite color. do you like it?"

she lets you hold the collage up to the light, the colors glistening. "oh, it's beautiful, rena!" you praise, your smile being mirrored by hers. "you should put it somewhere you can see it in your house."

she shakes her head, noir pigtails bouncing as she giggles. "it's not for meee..." she sings and then points to her left, where the door is. "daddy said i should give it to you instead!"

your voice suddenly falters, the mention of her father making you look up and suddenly catch the gaze of oliver, who stands idly at your classroom's door. he scratches the back of his neck when you stare at him.

you turn back to her, your eye twitching a bit. "are you sure, sweetheart? i'm sure your father would love to have this instead of me. i think you should keep it somewhere safe."

rena frowns. she seems almost unimpressed.

"he said it himself!" she protests, "it's yours! i'm gonna get my stuff from my cubby now."

abruptly, rena shuffles away without the art piece and to her designated shelf, leaving you. you sigh, standing up and making your way to oliver, who has yet to move his earnest eyes away from you.

"i think this is yours," you murmur and offer rena's piece to him.

oliver shakes his head and pushes your hand back, his larger hand enveloping yours for a slight moment, the leftover desperation from saturday still ghosting his skin.

"she really wants you to have it," he says quietly. "it'd make her happy. really."

you open your mouth to try and reply, but when nothing comes out, you nod and take the piece back, planning to display it somewhere for the children to see. before you can turn on your heel and return your attention back to the boy from before, oliver catches your wrist and shuffles something in your hand.

you turn back and open your palm, seeing the bills you left for him on friday night back into your hand and look up at him.

oliver chews his cheek. "i've got friday's dinner covered. think of it as an apology for um..." he flickers his eyes toward the other parents that wait for their children to finish packing up, not wanting anything to conspire if he said the wrong thing. he leans toward you, his hand shielding his words. "... getting the wrong idea."

he lets out a shaky laugh, trying to break the tension between you and him, though it does so to no avail when you only react with a thick silence. "i mean, i was gonna pay for our dinner regardless, but—"

you hold your hand up, the shake of your head making him stiffen. "it's fine. really. i apologize myself for not making my own intentions clearer."

oliver swallows dryly. he then moves himself out of the classroom and motions you to follow suit to hold a more private conversation, away from the eyes of the children and parents.

"listen," he mutters lowly to you. "again, i'm really sorry for sending mixed signals. i mean this when i say it, but i really do want to talk over your plans as principal one day more sincerely. i should've done it earlier, but..." he lets out a loose laugh, scratching his cheek.

he lifts his gaze to you, the familiarity of eye contact making you squirm.

"... you were just so pretty, i really couldn't help myself," he continues, forcing you to inhale sharply, even though you can detect the sincerity. "rena praises you a lot at home, so when i finally got to meet her favorite teacher formally, i didn't expect you to be so beautiful. and the fact you had asked me to dinner just made me go over my own head."

his buttery words attempt to make you melt, but all they really do is just make your nerves go rigid, your consciousness telling you not to trust them.

you stay quiet, letting him finish.

"i think you'd make a great principal," he says. "and compared to the other contenders, you've definitely got my vote. i'm sure you'd have no problem wooing the others on the board."

your toy with your fingers, pushing the brief spark of happiness over his approval away, not sure if you trust his words as you suspect with a gut-feeling they've been recycled for you.

"i'm glad to hear that. but i'd rather you vote for me because of my mission, not because i'm just another pretty face," you state with a hard look in your eye.

oliver shakes his head, a slight grin lifting on his lips. "that's just another bonus added. i mean it when i said i'm intrigued by your ideas, and i really would love to discuss them over another dinner... if you'd let me?"

he blinks slowly at you, almost fondly, with a slight desperation in his gaze.

your jaw tightens, doubt inking your tongue as you try to find the right words. you merely take a step back when you can't find them, teeth biting your lip. rumors spread fast, and the last thing you need is for people to gossip about the fact you may be privately conspiring with the president of the pta when all you initially wanted to do was just simply persuade him with a presentation of your ideas.

"i don't know," you hesitate. "i'll think about it..."

you try to escape back into your classroom, but oliver grabs your wrist again tenderly and makes you look back at him.

there's that earnestness again in his eyes, the one that really tests your guard and makes you put it down for the moment you capture it.

"you still have my number, right?" he asks quietly. your lips tighten, but you nod, making him sigh out in relief at the fact he hasn't been blocked yet. "okay, good. if you make up your mind, i'm just a text away."

a blank look is his only reply from you, with the mercy of a soft nod, right before you enter back into the classroom and tend back to the leftover children who still wait for their parents to pick them up.

her backpack jangling behind her, rena says a happy goodbye to you as she clutches her father's hand, chiming that she'll see you tomorrow and waving excitedly back at you.

you return it back with an affection on your face, a softness in your eyes at her drastic social improvement as you follow her figure out—all the while not noticing the way that oliver looks at you in the same tender manner.

[bardan-jusik]

omg thank you!!

okay i'm sure everyone expects me to say kal, but it's actually vau

yeah i know i know we're introduced to him as 'the guy who is willing to torture prisoners' and 'the guy who nearly killed atin because of how atin was reacting to how his squad died'

this is not a vau defense post. im not saying he's a GOOD person. he has done, will do, and shows no remorse for a lot of horrible shit. HOWEVER he never does sadistic shit for his own entertainment- it's always because that's what (he believed) needed to be done, to protect those he cares about. and he is extraordinarily lawful about it

i could find more instances of vau demonstrating that he's actually extremely moral but i'm going to focus on the true colors intro scene for the sake of brevity lol

-very explicit about delta not touch anything, he is the one robbing the bank, not them

-he is a civilian, and multiple times through the books he uses his lack of military rank to do things that he would not be able to square with his conscience if he was in a military

-'my squad' 'boys' and 'won't go as far as kal'- he's maintaining the distance of not calling them his sons, but he clearly thinks of them that way. i believe that he won't think of them as his sons because he feels it would be inappropriate, for several reasons- he doesn't want to put himself in a parental role, knowing he would be shit at it, he may feel that after all they had to do to the clones on kamino it would be tasteless to try and play a father figure even if he would be good at it, and it may just be that the concept of fatherhood is distasteful to him because of his own fuckass dad

-'its heartbreaking' and 'tiny kids' and 'he's running out of time faster than me' LIKEEEEE. his inner thoughts are very focused on how much he cares about the clones, even if strong emotion doesn't come easily to him (and he's at least somewhat intellectually aware of whats up there, straight up says his dad fucked him up)

-his arguments with kal are really insightful into his own morals- he thinks that kal treating the clones like his sons is detrimental to the clones. whether kal or vau is right isn't the point- i think that the way they both handled their cadets respectively was the only way either of them could have squared it to themselves morally, and there was no objective Correct Way to handle this deeply fucked up situation

-dude lies to jedi and always manages to do it in ways that are morally acceptable to him

-gives the sapphire to ordo in a gesture that shows extremely substantial support for him and his relationship, and approval of besany, and is also justice towards vau' family

-helps kal dig the foundation for the memorial, which im sure to vau was more or less keeping kal company and showing him some solidarity while kal did what he needed to do to deal with his grief

-goes looking for sev on kashyyyk

-his beskar is black, representing justice

i could probably write a damn book on kal and vau's Whole Thing and this feels deeply incoherent right now but basically- vau cares even if he prefers to show it only through significant, meaningful action and never verbally, vau's actions MUST make internal moral sense to him, and i cannot think of a single thing he does in the books that wasn't motivated by a desire to help the people he cares about

versus kal who easily shows love, verbally, physically, through action- it hurts kal to not show affection. he has to lie to a terrorist and say he doesnt care about the clones to seal a deal and immediately asks to make sure they know he didn't mean it. his actions also must make internal moral sense to him, but he goes about it differently than vau- vau won't take a military position, kal won't sleep in a bed. and not a single thing kal does wasn't motivated by a desire to help the people he cares about

they are INSANE and just. holy shit it's good writing. the character building and dynamics are CRAZY. but you don't get that if you think that vau is an immoral person

[sleepysheepytea]

When your art got me back into HP-

Also PLEASE infodump more headcanons, they give me life-

EHEHEHEHHEEEHEHEE IM OPENING THE FLOODGATES

*warning for footer tickles mentions and a bit more intense tickles mentions!!!* please skip this post if u don't like either of those <3

ALSO IF YALL HAVE ANY OF UR OWN PLS THROW THEM AT ME I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR EVERYTHING

OR IF U WANT ME TO YAP ABT ANY OTHER CHARACTER LMK

Harry:

VERY ticklish obv

tickle spot is probably his tummy and hips

like Draco, he isn't used to being tickled at all, unless it was in a mean way, so he's a little wary about being tickled

his friends made it better tho

he does the folding lawn chair thing when he's tickled when standing - he just collapses

super squirmy, even if he's not really trying to get away

has an adorable laugh, very giggly and a little on the quieter side

he's 50/50 with tickling, he likes it sometimes, while other times he'll whack the person repeatedly until they stop

he's often a target of the Weasley twins too, if he's with Ron when they go on a rampage they're absolutely both getting destroyed

he and Hermione were on the recieving end of a ticklish initiation done by the twins when they visited them over the summer - and nearly every day afterwards

he actually enjoys tickling others, he's not very good at it, but he likes to try!

he and Ron get into tickle fights disturbingly often - it usually ends with Ron winning, but there have been a few occasions where Harry is able to pin him down and just go ham on his feet

has tried to tickle Hermione a few times, and it never ends well for him

since finding out in their second year that Draco was ticklish, Harry likes to very discreetly tickle him whenever he gets the chance and then act like he's doing nothing of the sort

Ron complains to Harry a lot about how his brothers tickle him relentlessly, which accidentally has opened Harry to many effective ways to tickle him

Ron:

very experienced lee if that makes sense

he's pretty used to being tickled half to death by his brothers, so he knows exactly when to run away, where to hide, and how to defend himself if he's threatened with tickles

he is extremely ticklish, and probably most sensitive on his foots and sides

SO giggly, and he has the cutest boyish laugh ever - he also squeals and squeaks like crazy

doesn't usually mind being tickled by his friends, they're not as mean as his brothers

kicks like crazy even if his feet aren't being tickled

very wiggly, and it's very difficult to pin him down cuz he knows how to escape

def the type to scream bloody murder if he's poked

just because he attends Hogwarts does not in any way mean that his brothers let up on tickling him - if anything, they do it more since their parents aren't there to stop them

he is very often the victim of brutal tickle attacks from the twins, they'll chase him about the halls, catch him by suprise, magically tickle him in class so he gets in trouble, everything

he's also an incredible ler, but he doesn't usually use his skills often

being one of the youngest siblings means that he's picked up almost every tickle tactic known to man

he's not a malicious ler at all, so he usually backs away from tickling others, unless he's in the right mood, in which case… run

he will, however, give tips on how and where to tickle when others are tickling his friends (or Draco)

he very casually knows everyone's tickle spots and what gets them the most, he just knows what to look for

the only one he'll willingly tickle on a somewhat regular basis is Harry - he's too scared of Hermione

Hermione:

ehehehehee ticklish too

tk spots are knees and sides

she has a sophisticated demeanor, so it's a little hard to get her to actually laugh out loud, but if you do, she's LOUD MAN

her nose scrunches up when she laughs and it's the cutest thing

is kinda indifferent abt tickling, she likes having fun with her friends in a good ol tickle fight, but prefers to be more serious on a regular basis

the only one really bold enough to tickle her is Harry, sneaking a squeeze on her knee when they're studying (usually only to be blasted with rictusempra directly after)

is more of a kicker than a squirmer - she's definitely whacked both Harry and Ron in the face several times

as they got older, Ron began to fiddle around with her hair when they're hanging out and she'll let out a few squeaks if he accidentally brushes her neck

she's a mean ler - she's studied tickling spells and charms and stuff extensively to have in her back pocket in case her friends annoy her

she has absolutely shot a tickling charm at Draco during one of their classes to get him in trouble more than once - he's never been able to figure out who it is

she'll threaten Harry and Ron with tickles so that they study fjdshjkf

Draco:

ridiculously ticklish

SO dramatic

the physical embodiment of HAJKFHKDHSHDJFKHK

screams, slaps, kicks, flails, the whole shebang

he fr FLIPS OUT

like Harry, he's not really used to being tickled, so he really doesn't know what to do

he doesn't like being tickled, but not so much the feeling, more so him laughing and feeling weak in front of others

his tickle spots are under his arms and his sides

he has the most dorky laugh ever and it's so cute

it's so cackly, and he makes a bunch of weird noises when he's tickled

he SNORTS omg

hiccups too

threatens to tell all superiors if someone tries to tickle him, sometimes he's taken seriously, most of the time not

he's definitely given a few of the other Slytherins bloody noses when they've tried to tickle him

they often pull a move where they dangle him upside down off the back of a couch and tickle his feet from the other side so he can't hurt them, it usually leaves him in tears

is a very inexperienced ler

he doesn't really tickle others unless he's getting revenge for a wrecking (which happens to him a lot, but he usually just keeps silent about it out of embarrassment)

if he's going to tickle someone, he usually does it with magic, cuz he doesn't really know how to do it with his hands

[ancientpersacom]

I think Nyx's issue as a parent isn't that she's a bad mum or anything, it's that she doesn't know how to raise kids with higher support needs. And it's partly not her fault since she has so many kids to keep up with she can't keep an eye on all of them at the same time, but after that many kids she should have at least realised the same techniques won't work on all of them.

Hypnos needs people, weather it be his twin, older siblings or a partner. Ideally, his mother. He needs extra support. Someone to nudge him awake, encourage him, help him stay focused and stick up for him. He's higher support needs than his twin is. And when they were younger, Thanatos would have been the one supporting him since they were together 24/7 and uniquely bonded as twins. But he grew up to have a job that involves being away for long periods. And because all her other kids grew up to be independent, she expects Hypnos to as well, not realising he needs more support than others.

Eris, literally in her nature of being strife incarnate, needs someone to both understand her nature and reel her in when she goes too far. And because all her other siblings grew up to be well behaved and successful, Nyx has no idea how to handle someone so rowdy. She needs to be both understood, allowed to revel in her nature when strife is needed AND be told when she's going too far and to tone it down so she doesn't accidentally sabotage all her relationships. Ideally, that's a parents job.

So many of her kids turned out well behaved, successful and overall, good at their jobs over their domains, she has no idea what to do when one of those kids has different needs. That's what her issue as a parent is. She doesn't NOT love her kids, she clearly adores them. And she isn't a bad mother overall, she raised plenty of them into polite, sucessful, powerful gods. She just wasn't prepared for kids with higher support needs and has no idea how to handle that.

And it happens a lot, unfortunately. Parents will have one or more kids with no mental/physical health issues and then one with higher support needs and not know what to do. I'm one of those kids, I need more support, but I don't get it because one parent doesn't even believe I'm disabled and the other while DOES understand it, can't really wrap their head around just how much extra support I need. Just because I can walk, talk and see doesn't mean I'm 100% ok.

Just because Hypnos can use his powers, talk, float, walk, understand speech etc doesn't men he's not in need of extra support. Just because Eris can fly, use her powers, walk, talk etc, doesn't mean she doesn't need extra support.

[the-midnight-nightingale]

They Should Be More Than They Are

OK! so first official post on this hell sight we all love. I have absolutely no idea on how to structure a post, or wright out my thoughts soooo good luck. So for the last three days this thought has been stuck in my head, like non-stop genuinely will not let me sleep kind of stuck. The thought is this. Is Nocturn the death of the first dream to ever dreamed? because of so he should be so much more than he is in the show. If he was the first Dream to end then what was he of? Personally I think it was of stars. I think people have been staring up at that endless sky, dreaming, Wondering of the worlds beyond ours since people possessed the ability to see. So why wouldn't the first dream be of the stars? Is Undergrowth the Ghost of the first plant to die, or the collective of all plant's that have ever wilted and withered away. If so then he should be so much more than he is, If he is the first green thing to die, the first green thing to wither and decay. if so that should mean something more than it does. Is Vortex the end of the first storm to ever be? a single, incandescent point erupting into existence, a cosmic dawn that unleashed a symphony of light and sound. Raging and untameable. If so he should be so much more than he is. Is Clockwork the death of time or is he the death of the first second to ever be? he is the relentless rhythm of time, I know that he Is/Was/Will Be. the steady tick-tock that fades into silence. The hands that stand still, no longer charting a course through the hours, days, and years. centuries, millennia's and Eternity. Or is he is that first, Vast, burning second. single point of light. Before the dawn of stars, before the flow of time, only the promise of creation, a potential yet to be. If so then he should be so much more then he his.

Danny Phantom is Not alive, Danny Phantom is Dead, He is the ghost of a boy electrocuted to death by his parents invention do his friends peer pressure and his parents recklessness and poor lab safety, And him not refusing to do something he KNEW was dangerous. and because of that. He is Dead. Danny Fenton is Not Dead, He entered that portal and accidentally turned it on from the inside and was spat back out alive, his skin flushes, burses and scares and is not tinged blue with the touch of death, his lungs breath, his blood rushes thru his still beating heart, Danny Fenton is fourteen and reckless and a fool, But is not dead. Danny is both. Danny Is neither. He straddles the lines between, walking and rocking an a loos tightrope that should give way, snapping beneath his feet, He should not exist. It should not be POSSIBLE for him to EXIST. But... He does. And That Should Mean More Than It Does. I just feel like this should mean more than it does. That the potential that is there is somehow lost. And I understand that this is a kids show, I shouldn't be getting worked up over it but there is so many ways you could take this for an adult show that I don't really know ware to start. what are your thoughts on any of this? I also posted this on ao3 with more in-depth writing. checkout DarkestMother on ao3.

[danadiadea]

was answering someone, accidentally wrote a full ass ✨️anti-James Potter Manifecto✨️, then noticed I can't reblog the OP... But decided that it deserves to be posted anyway. The points therefore are in a seemingly random order, but bear with me.

Disclamer: I know that people who do awful things can also have good qualities. Sirius grosses me out if my mind, but I admit he has some positives and can be liked for them. My problem with James is that he objectively has very little good deeds. He could be an SAer and a shitty fuck with some admirable qualities too, but he... isn't. You people just want to praise a rich aristocrat for what's not even a bare minimum.

Not to say that him being a good friend to Remus included letting him out of the Shack where he could've killed someone and laughing at it (all of them are gross for that, James included. Remus would've been so "helped" if he killed or infected a person. No wonder Sirius brought it just one step further so easily!) and yapping loudly about his lycanthropy; and to Peter – degrading him and playing him for a joke. And oh yeah, he "saved" Snape from being killed – I wonder how had Sirius managed to dehumanize Snape to the extent where he considered Snape's life unimportant? No James' part in it, I'm sure. Not to add that he used it to paint himself as a hero, knowing full well that the victim can't speak the truth, and later sexually assaulted that very same person, and that it had saved his two friends from Sirius' idiocy – so it was James' best interest (it's funny how they imagine James "saving" Snape. yeah, sure, that's how he'd talk to a boy he doesn't even consider a person with rights to his own body: "oh don't go Severus, it's dangerous!". also to be clear, animagi James was in no danger himself at all). And liking your friends is not... a virtue... it's a minimum..... just as with that "gave Remus money" thing which is not even in the books, but even if we count it as canon – this is the LEAST a loaded privileged person can do! Being filthy rich and sharing some money is not a virtue, stop praising the rich for the things they're obliged to do!

The thing is that James wasn't even a particularly good parent or husband! It's already dumb to say "someone is a good person just because they love their family and friends even though they are a piece of sadistic shit" because Vernon and Lucius are RIGHT THERE – but James didn't show any respect for Lily as a person, he'd been a total prick towards her; and the only good thing he did to Harry was... playing with him I guess? And saying he'd "hold off Voldemort", which was dumb, considering he had no wand, Lily supposedly had no place to run since she wasted time blocking the door with a chair instead, and the whole betrayal thing (and the lack of Invisibility Cloak accessible) was a direct result of James' arrogance! Again – this was his own family. Loving your own family is not something one should be praised for lmfao.

James Potter's only good deeds were being a good friend to (a fucking psycho) Sirius Black, and being a part of the Order where Mundungus Fletcher also was so idk how heroic it is per se (also, being anti-bad people doesn't automatically make you good, not to say that in every war there would be sadistic jerks, who use it to vent their aggression, on both sides. you can fight the right wing and be a shit of a person!), and following beliefs James' parents had, not differently to Regulus or Draco – he just got luckier. That's it, I fear.

Also on the "defied Voldemort thing" – we don't even know what that means. We know he and Lily refused to join DEs, does that count? Does a marriage of a Pureblood and a Muggleborn count – it defies Voldemort's ideals! We don't ever see or even directly hear about James' encounters with DEs (aside from hp prequel I guess) or Voldemort, so sorry, not counting things I don't know about. anyway, stan Horace Slughorn, a man who canonically fought Voldemort himself.

James’ bad deeds were choking people with soap and publically undressing them without their consent (a Muggle raised boy with Muggle surname, for "existing" no less), using illegal spells, letting out werewolves, blackmailing girls and ignoring their refusals, being sexist and classist and lookist and pathetically toxic macho man, hexing people for fun, lying to his girlfriend about leaving her ex-friend alone, taking part in constructing a stalkering map, leaving his wife and infant in the Fidelius hidden house to go play heroes on a bike with Sirius, deciding that Pettigrew was useless enough to be a better secret keeper than Sirius or (so conveniently distrusted werewolf) Remus or James himself or even Albus Dumbledore.... And considering he had all the privileges and possible means to become someone like Cedric Diggory, that's not even funny how people excuse him.

(painting having a kid at 20 while being a soldier and participating in a war as a good thing and not as being clinically insane is a choice. With all the respect for Harry and Teddy, James Potter and Remus Lupin should've discovered condoms)

(talking about additional content like harry potter prequel and the meeting with the Dursleys, James was fucking shitty in both! Bragging about being rich will never not be shitty howewer unpleasant Vernon might've been, and leaving unconsious DEs with Muggles is direct danger to their lives: I wonder what would they do when they wake up at the Muggle police station. So is speeding on the Muggle road. And showing off with the stolen snitch in SWM – decided it was too petty to mention in the main text, but whatever, this fucker could've afforded his own)

[project-sekai-facts]

I wrote the original post at 2am so it's kind of a mess. I think it's a bit of both. Kanade's 5th event is entirely based around the fact her view of Mafumum is unreliable compared to Mafuyu and Mafudad because she's only ever known her as a manipulative parent who is actively ruining her child's life. She can't understand how this person could have ever genuinely loved and cared for Mafuyu, so she talks with Mafudad and he tells her a story about Mafumum walking a newborn Mafuyu to the hospital through a snowstorm because she fell ill and the car broke down. There's nothing but genuine care in that action, it's a newborn baby there's no idealised version of her daughter projected onto it.

But on the other side of things, Kanade was able to see through Mafumum for the first time. Mafuyu was never able to see how her mother was affecting her, because she loves her so much and is clinging to the genuine care she was shown as a child. Kanade is the first one to see with her own eyes how Mafumum is controlling every aspect of Mafuyu's life. She sees her as this cold and imposing figure who has pushed Mafuyu to the point of despair due to her actions. But as mentioned, her view is limited. She doesn't know anything about Mafumum beyond this interaction and some things she learns from Mafuyu. She doesn't know about the past, which holds her back.

Mafumum hasn't loved the real Mafuyu in a long time. She's moulded Mafuyu to be the perfect child because that's what she wants for her. Partially, it's probably an ego stroke for her to be able to say her child is better than everyone else's, but partially, she's a mother who wants the best for her child and encourages (pushes) her to go above and beyond all expectations. Mafuyu is an only child and only daughter at that, and mafumum is clearly someone who didn't get the life she wants Mafuyu to have. She's living through Mafuyu but is blind to her own actions because she thinks giving Mafuyu the 'best' life is the right thing to do. Mirage of Lights and Maigo's flashbacks can coexist, she cares for Mafuyu because that's her daughter, but at the same time, she wants Mafuyu to be her perfect little darling who never does any wrong.

She fears Kanade in a similar way to how Harumichi dislikes Akito. Both think that they're a bad influence on their children who are leading them on an undesirable path, and once again the difference is that Harumichi never once actually stopped Akito. Mafumum is genuinely threatened by the idea of Kanade taking Mafuyu away from her, and does everything in her power to stop it. She's someone who wants control and doesn't want it taken away, and she's a mother who doesn't understand why her daughter is going against her when all she ever did is what was best for her.

She's layered. She's the cold and imposing manipulative mother, but she's (in her own eyes) well-meaning and loving. I don't think they would be putting so much emphasis on her emotional turmoil over losing Mafuyu if they were going to turn around and reveal she actually was an irredeemable master manipulator the entire time who put it all on as an act so her husband would go get Mafuyu back. The wouldn't have made a point about how she once loved the real Mafuyu if it didn't mean something. Also if she was totally irredeemable then this whole arc would just abruptly end. Like. They'd realise she sucks and ditch her for good and then what? Mafuyu6 is probably going to be about getting through to Mafumum and pushing her to realise her flaws and abuse. Whether or not she does realise or if she stays deep in denial over her actions is a different question, but either way gives the plot a direction to continue in.

Also just cultural context of asian parenting the way she pushes Mafuyu to succeed is pretty normalised. I have multiple friends doing degrees they don't want to be doing because their parents pushed them to go for the academics that will earn them a well paying job over the creative subjects they actually wanted to study and have a career in. The same language was used "you don't want to do that though, it's only a hobby", "don't be silly that's not a real job", "but you should think about money, like sugeons, they earn a lot [to their son who gets squicked by blood]". Like this whole thing is a criticism of that style of parenting and how it can affect children despite what parents may think.

The reason Kanade's viewpoint is unreliable is because her parents were incredibly laid back and musically oriented. She comes from the lowest class family in the game, but they were comfortable with a simple life surrounded by music and family. The rest of Niigo all come from artistically minded families who are pretty lenient in how they parent their children, Mafuyu does not have that privilege. Mafumum is the opposite of them, she's strict and holds onto societal expectations. She's a stay at home mum who had a child at the age of ~24, married an older man from a higher social standing than her, practically raises her child alone while her husband is the breadwinner, and her time in the workforce was probably shortlived or near nonexistent. She is the societal expectation for a woman. Considering that, it adds another layer to why she treats Mafuyu like that. Mafumum is a woman bound by society, she conforms to its expectations of how a parent should raise their child, but she also encourages (pressures) Mafuyu to do the things she didn't. It's this dichotomy of following expectations and actual care for her daughter.

What grinds my gears is what when people say that the reason Kana5 is bad due to it trying to make Mafumon sympathetic.

A couple have even gone as far as saying that Kana5 is as bad as Toya5 for the same reason and I-

Look. I deeply understand the idea of abusers being more complicated than simply “evil trash” is hard to comprehend. And I may sound insensitive but,

They need to grow up. They should not let their biases cloud their judgement and assume something is bad just because a piece of media has something they personally don’t like

the difference between harumichi and mafuyumum is their awareness.

harumichi - fully aware of what he is doing, fully aware his son is his own person and does not stop him despite heavy disapproval

mafumum - completely oblivious to what she is doing to mafuyu, projecting an idealised version of mafuyu onto her (and possibly an idealised version of herself)

harumichi working toya to the bone is him applying how he learnt to toya. the intent was not to physically/emotionally harm toya but that is what ended up happening (physical exhaustion is to be expected, he should not have forced toya to keep working but he deals with the same so he probably doesn't think it's a big deal). that said, he is fully aware of the fact he is taking away from toya's childhood, and admits this in concerto that toya's life was not "normal".

mafumum is entirely unaware of her abuse to mafuyu. this is repeatedly made clear in events post sayonara persona. mafudad relays to her what mafuyu tells him and she's incredibly distressed to learn that she'd been hurting mafuyu and she doesn't know what she did wrong. she can be manipulative, but she's not aware that she's being malicious, she thinks she's genuinely doing what's best for her child who she loves. there's also some context clues such as her young age compared to other parents, the fact she doesn't have a job and the fact she's at a lower social standing to her husband that suggest she may also be projecting the life she didn't get onto mafuyu.

harumichi being given the attempted sympathetic backstory doesn't work. he is neglectful towards his son, but is slowly easing out of these ways a little bit. toya has already begun to make ammends without the need for making harumichi sympathetic. he's a bad parent who did a bad thing knowingly.

with mafumum it is justified. in her first appearance, we see her from the biased viewpoint of kanade, who sees her as a cold and neglectful parent towards mafuyu. however from mafuyu's pov, she is a loving mother who is misguided in how she shows this love. this is what unreliable notes is about. mafumum is a bad parent who did a bad thing unknowingly. she is sympathetic because she is a troubled mother coming to terms with the fact she ruined her child's life.

both characters are loved by their children by virtue of them being their parents. the story is going to convey that no matter how bad they are as people. yes, forgiving abusers in fiction is overdone and to some degree unrealistic, however we do not yet know if that is where the story will go. all we know is that there will be a reconciliation. but even if mafumum specifically gets forgiven, it would not be unjustified. i feel like the first impression we get of mafumum from Kanade POV left a strong impact on a lot of people that they can't let go of. the whole point of the current arc is to let that go. the game builds her up as this malicious antagonistic force so that it can deconstruct that when we get to see her from an unbiased POV. she's not a villain like many people make her out to be, she's a human who made a mistake. a very bad and very big mistake, but a mistake nonetheless. she is a loving mother who fucked up really badly because she was too obsessed over perfection to actually see her daughter for who she is.

if the writers try and make us forgive harumichi though fuck them he fucking sucks. like i feel like toya will because he's like that yknow but i don't think the audience should feel sympathetic towards him.

[ennui-whimsy-and-me]

Hello, my lovely!

I’d love to request a headcanon for Emmett: what’s his idea of being romantic for Y/N? How would he execute a romantic night for her?

Hey~ babes! Thanks for the request, I hope you like how it turned out! 🫶

𝖤𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗍 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌

• Emmett is a simple and, more often than not, practical man. He’s not fancy or over the top with things like “just because” gifts and dates. No, anything from him comes from the heart - not the wallet.

• When he decides it’s been too damn long since he’s spent quality time with his girl - without the boys being involved - he gets to work.

• The first thing he does is make sure that your schedules are clear for a weekend. Because this man isn’t going to be satisfied with just one night with you.

• The second thing he does is send his boys off for that weekend, so they won’t walk in on interrupt the two of you. Luckily his parents volunteer to take them, his dad offering his sons a trip to the lake.

• Again, this man does not do fancy or expensive. He’s not cheap, just practical. He’ll save a date to an expensive restaurant for your anniversary or another special occasion.

• What he does do is he comes home a bit earlier than usual and gets to work. He starts by cleaning up around the house, making sure toys are put away, counters are clean, floor is swept, etc.

• And personal maintenance. It’s nothing major he needs to do, the man’s not a heathen. He just tidies up his appearance a bit - takes extra care with his nails, showers, shaves, and puts on that cologne you got him.

• He’s already informed you that you have the house to yourselves all weekend. He thought it might startle you a little to come home and find the boys gone.

• So when you do get home, the lack of two noisy boys isn’t want surprises you.

• It’s the fact that the house is practically spotless, brand new jars of your favorite scented candles are burning, there’s music playing somewhere, and a mouth watering aroma is wafting from the kitchen.

• After you’ve changed and Emmett has set the table, he pours you a glass of your favorite wine and the two of you sit down together.

• It’s nice - really, really nice. Emmett doesn’t cook a lot, but what he does cook it’s always so good.

• So you sit there, eating and laughing and enjoying each other’s company. And it feels so amazing to spend time together like this, just basking in each other’s presence. Relaxed.

• The entire night, Emmett looks at you like you are the sun, the moon, and every star. Because to him, you are. He knows that’s cheesy to say, but it really is true. And he tells you that throughout the night. How much he loves you, appreciates you, and adores you.

• He really wants you to know how much you mean to him.

• He also really wants you to know how much he wants to spread you out on that table and