#like our 50-90 year old siblings

[hungee-boy]

im so infatuated with older trans people they genuinely are heavenly beautiful to me no matter how they actually look

like you defied the world time and time again and you respond to adversity with beauty and love and kindness and strength and you lived this way for decades

that type of thing transcends physical beauty and it shows in every smile you give the world

[magnetic-dogz]

As an older Gen Zer it is like. Insanely infuriating sometimes when I hear people - ESPECIALLY millennials that are only like a few years older than us - talk about us like we're babies that don't understand anything about the world or about what "the old days" (i.e. literally just the 90s) were like when. The oldest of us are in our mid 20s and well aware of what shit like a VCR or CD player or Nokia or Gameboy or Tamagotchi is. This isn't ancient retired unheard of technology that the new generation will never understand because they haven't read the sacred texts or whatever shit it's just slightly old hand-me-downs from our older siblings and/or able to bought off of Ebay for like 50-100 bucks

[pankomako]

For the OC ask game:

2, 4, 5, 12, 16, 20, 24, 25, 28, 29, 30, 32, 43, 49, 50

You can just answer some if all of them are too much.

2: of my boardwalk ocs, parker for sure is my favorite. he's the one i project onto lol. i also really love vertigo, rowdy and cassidy, and i think of gang's bay, screwball, juicebox and hot-rod might be my favorites. i also really like scott but i dont do much w him as of now

4: a character i rarely talk about? well i sure havent talked about boardwalk as much recently, so like of those calla is a deep cut for sure. she's DJ's best friend and too nice for her own good. i also imagine her hanging out a lot with korva and nero who are two cat-devil monster siblings. i GOTTA talk more about boardwalk here jeez

5 i already answered so i'll just skip it lol

12: oh crap another person's oc? it's been like a million years since i've talked to my artist friends so like uhhhhhh not sure?? but i did really like caspi from campyvillain's Plainview. funny shark :)

16: best oc at bio? hmmm probably gemini from boardwalk bc he's like. smart guy. but of gang's bay... i actually wanna say screwball. i really had to think about that one but i see him as knowing a lot about local wildlife so he probably does know a thing or two about biology. obviously of ALL the gangs bay characters it'd be sharky but i dont consider him an oc bc he's just me.

20: oc that sings! well i do kinda want the boardwalk characters to form a band, and DJ would likely be the lead singer. her voice in general is pretty feminine sounding but with a tomboyish bite to match her appearance and personality, but idk what she'd sound like singing lol. as for favorite music, not sure of any specific songs but she definitely likes more rock/alternative and like a few old-ish pop songs. probably plenty of 80s/90s stuff too. she's also a literal DJ and her music taste is pretty prominent in the stuff she plays. she also for sure knows how to play electric guitar and gets crazy with it.

24: if i could meet one of my ocs? like of course i'd go with parker. i put a lot of me and a lot of the traits i enjoy in him. i'd talk to him about our struggles and then probably play video games with him. putting aside all the angst i think we'd be besties

25: oc that most closely resembles me? well vertigo is probably the closest because he also functions as one of my personas, so most of his appearance aside he's just me but perpetually tired and with cool powers. like i could say sharky too but again like. he is JUST me as an adult in an ideal world so i dont consider him an oc. although of my non-personas, i'd yet again have to say parker. brown hair, brown eyes, parents that suck, lover of sharks, ADHD energy, generally kinda weird, especially about guys. big difference though is that he's bi while i'm not. nor am i a 5'10" cis guy like him lol

28: most DANGEROUS? probably vertigo. i mean just look at all the scars rowdy has. his fault for picking a fight with vertigo though. like vertigo's generally pretty docile but he's very likely to win in a fight with the powers he has. other than him you don't wanna mess with hot-rod or ding. they both hit the gym and know how to fight. although you're FAR more likely to rile up hot-rod, but why would you even want to when he could probably crush your spine just by squeezing you too tightly. oh yeah also bubbles can kick ass

29: which of my ocs would investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone? probably DJ. maybe screwball too but idk how likely he'd be to just not tell anyone

30: secret plushie collection? parker. like cmon. bubbles too. maybe cassidy. amelia has a huge collection but she hasnt even considered hiding it (just like me lol)

32: ooooh horror game protag. ive never played a horror game so idk for sure. parker and cassidy would both be the type of guy to check every single little thing and also be terrified out of their minds (screwball and juicebox too (ok maybe juicebox wouldnt interact with *every*thing)). august and ding would both have a "no big deal lol" attitude and then proceed to be proven wrong. DJ, rowdy, hot-rod and bubbles would all try to keep composure but it's also pretty clear that they're scared. vertigo doesn't find it all that scary. so who's the most suitable? no idea like what should i even be looking for here

43: my type? loser men. aka like a large majority of my characters. also dudes with long hair. i've also been partial to chubby guys as of late. cassidy is all 3 of those

49: most likely to enjoy memes? each of my oc worlds takes place in the modern era so they all at least know OF memes. but the characters that probably get a kick out of them the most would be DJ and parker, juicebox and amelia, and probably cassidy. maybe fenton and charlotte idk

50: it's getting late at the time of writing this so i'll keep it to smth brief: boardwalk of beasts and vertigo's oc world both have canon ships, but gang's bay is pretty much free game for shipping. really the only rules are no problematic ships and to respect canon sexualities (sharky is mlm, bubbles is a lesbian, milkshake is aroace), and be extra careful if you wanted to ship shipwreck with anyone, for obvious reasons. but im down for pretty much anything. you have my full permission to ship sharky with any of the guys, bc frankly i'd be dtf with any of em. also i think ship names will be super fun with the gang nicknames. like screwbox for example. fun! also bubbles and hot-rod did date during college so im ok with depictions of that too but not like actively shipping gang-era them if that makes sense.

tysm for the ask!

[mycrawfordcountyancestors]

Family Lore

It's been a few years since I posted in this blog, but I have some free time right now. I'm participating in the 52 Ancestors in 52 weeks challenge again. Each week we are given a prompt and are asked to write something about our family history using that prompt. My goal is to participate at least once a month. All posts will be somehow related to my Crawford County family, or their ancestors. So here's my first post of 2024--Family Lore.

Every family has stories about their forefathers and relatives, and mine is no exception. And like most family lore, there may be a grain of truth to the story, but the facts get muddled over the years. Most of the family lore I’ve heard is merely a sentence or two. I’ll share a couple of tidbits and then explain if I can confirm or refute that statement.

FAMILY LORE #1:    I grew up believing that I had Native American ancestry. Of course, this is a common bit of lore in many families. I was encouraged to be proud of this nebulous heritage. As I researched, I found other family researchers reported that so-and-so married a Cherokee woman, or this ancestor was a full-blooded Shawnee. So when DNA tests became popular, I jumped on the bandwagon to learn if the Native American story was true. My mother and I have a small amount of non-European DNA but it is so little that the origins of it remain unclear. We also have a smidgen of West African DNA. It's possible that the non-European DNA is from an Indigenous ancestor, or perhaps it is from an ancestor I have yet to discover. One will only have about 1% of any individual ancestor’s DNA after about 6 generations, so the Indigenous ancestor could’ve been quite far back and my mother did not receive that non-European DNA to pass on to me.

We are curious about the West African DNA. I have several enslavers in my ancestry, and we know how enslaved women were often treated. Is our West African DNA from an enslaved person who escaped their enslaver and was light-skinned enough to pass as Native American or white? Did they leave their black family and start a new life as "Native American," telling their children and grandchildren that family lore? I'm not sure I will ever know the answer.

So now this family lore has been modified…the story I will tell my descendants is, that we had an ancestor of West African descent who perhaps chose to pass as Native American (a safer option, perhaps?) and that became their story that was told to their children and grandchildren and great-great-great-great grandchildren.

FAMILY LORE #2:    One of my favorite family stories is that of one of my father’s first cousins. My dad had something close to 50 first cousins on his mother’s side and did not know them all personally. I’ll call this particular cousin “Rebecca,” I’m not going to name her, because she still has living siblings in their 80s and 90s, and possibly children and grandchildren somewhere. Rebecca was 17 years older than my dad and grew up in Kentucky. Rebecca’s mother was an older sister to my paternal grandmother and grew up in Crawford County. My father’s version of Rebecca’s story is, that when Rebecca was 18 years old, she put a dime in her shoe, hitchhiked to Hollywood, and married jazz trombonist Jack Teagarden.

As we should expect, there may be a bit of truth to this family lore. Several years ago, Rebecca popped into my head, and I thought that I’d see what I could learn about her. I Googled her and found that she was a bit of a local celebrity in her town on the west coast, unfortunately because of some crimes committed, complicated with, I suspect, mental illness and/or substance abuse. In an interview with the newspaper Rebecca told many tales about herself, including that she’d been a Vegas show girl and worked on the set of a Richard Burton movie. So, maybe she did make it to Hollywood with that dime in her shoe.

I was more interested in the Jack Teagarden story. I read a biography of Jack Teagarden and did not find Rebecca’s name, nor could I find a marriage record for them on Ancestry.com or FamilySearch.org. What I did find, though, was a set of photographs at the Library of Congress of several 1940s jazz greats in a casual situation, including Jack Teagarden accompanied by Rebecca! Later, in another jazz great’s biography, she was referred to as Jack Teagarden’s “girlfriend.” He was married at the time of his involvement with Rebecca, but he and his wife may have been separated. So Rebecca had some sort of relationship with Jack Teagarden- but was most likely not married to him.

My suggestion is to take the family lore with a grain of salt, and dissect every aspect of it to determine what is true and what has changed over time. You’ll probably find an element of truth to an otherwise stretched story!

[the-active-news]

Donald Cline Age: The Horrifying Truth About Our Father And Disgraced Doctor Donald Cline

Donald Cline used to work as a fertility doctor in the Indianapolis area. Donald Cline was also called Indianapolis’s best doctor many times over the course of his career. Donald was also swapping sperm from donors that he was supposed to use to fertilize eggs. Because of this, Cline is thought to have had more than 50 children between 1979 and 1986. Adding to this, Our Father follows Jacoba Ballard as she finds dozens of half-siblings whose mothers went to Cline’s Fertility Clinic.

Donald Cline Age

Donald Cline Age So, Cline’s exact location is still unknown. He is 84 years old in 2023, and the doctor doesn’t know where he is. Since the scandal about his fertility came to light, he has been staying out of the public eye. Also, many of his inseminations happened before DNA testing was widely available, making it hard to catch Cline. Also, at the time, there were no state laws that made what he did a crime. Donald Cline was never sent to jail because of what he did. You also like it:- - Alex Haley Net Worth: Is He Still Alive Or Not? - Kenneth Copeland Net Worth: How Much Money Does He Make In a Year?

The Horrifying Truth About Our Father And Disgraced Doctor Donald Cline

People who were born from donors at that time called the time after Christmas “sibling season.” What’s up? So many people get Ancestry.com or 23AndMe DNA tests as “fun” gifts for the holidays, but they end up revealing family secrets… and extra, unexpected family members. Jacoba Ballard took a 23andMe test in 2014, which is what led to the horror story she and her estimated 90 half-siblings now share: an Indiana fertility doctor named Donald Cline had been using his sperm to get his female patients pregnant without their knowledge or permission. https://twitter.com/HEELKAIJU/status/1516102745496985602 This horrifying discovery has now been turned into a Netflix documentary called “Our Father.” In it, Ballard talks about her family history and how Cline, an immoral doctor who worked for up to 40 years, violated her, her mother, and many other women.

What Happens When A Father Claims The Mother Is Only A Gestational Carrier?

Loyal readers of this column know that I rarely pass up the chance to write about an interesting surrogacy case. This case, on the other hand, is not really about surrogacy. But it does involve assisted reproduction, and there are some scary claims. In a ruling on January 6, 2023, the Superior Court of Pennsylvania dismissed a case by Petitioner S.U. (“Father”) for lack of jurisdiction, but not before describing some unusual facts and parentage claims. https://twitter.com/cryoto_currency/status/1613308175834398723 Petitioner asked the court to find that the lower court made a mistake when it threw out his claim. In it, he said that the mother of three of his children was just a “gestational carrier” and that he was the legal “Father” and “Mother” of the children. Wait. What? You might be curious about how we got here. Before the Pennsylvania case, Petitioner filed a similar suit in West Virginia against CJ, the legal mother of the children (called “Mother”). In an opinion that was not published, the West Virginia Court of Appeals explained the strange facts. The judge in West Virginia said that the couple had tried to have children the old-fashioned way, by having sexual relations, but had failed. “The fact that Father’s birth certificate said he was a woman has something to do with these attempts. For more information visit  theactivenews.com Read the full article

[justnailli]

jeon sibling goals

taglist! @neptuniees @pitchblacksmile @srtevans @jaetint @lcveseonq @fullsunncit @studioreader

masterlist ! ask or request !

clip #1 !

"i miss mom and dad. i also miss my younger sister. i felt bad for her because i have to leave her in such a young age. i am supposed to be playing with my sister so i want to go home quickly." a young jungkook said on his interview.

clip #2 !

"are you watching every i-land episodes?" eunji called her oldest brother when the four top placers were given a chance to call anyone they want to call.

it took a second for eunji's brother to answer. "of course! i even know every detail of it."

eunji laughed on her brother's response. "really? what can you say about it?"

"oh, you're amazing. it really runs on our blood." junghyun said that made eunji cracked up. "how are you there? are you having a hard time? you can tell it to oppa." he added.

"well, it's hard most of the time but i'm all good. i miss our family so much. ah, i feel like crying." eunji tried not to cry by lifting her face up.

"we also miss you, eunji. i'm really proud of seeing you striving hard to achieve your dream. whenever you're having a hard time, tell it to your friends, don't just keep it to yourself. you're really talented and great, don't forget about that." junghyun stated amidst all the bashful and hate comments eunji was receiving from other people. they were saying that eunji only survived on i-land part one because of jungkook's fame.

that moment, a tear finally escaped from eunji's eyes. she tried not to sob and replied to his brother. "i miss you so much, junghyun oppa. "

clip #3 !

"jeon eunji." jungkook read eunji's name on i-land episode 7. "woah, she has the same surname as mine."

bts and i-landers laughed at jungkook's remarks while eunji can't help but to be embarrassed.

"she's having a hard time on focusing on her training because she kept on thinking her family. she miss her family a lot that it affected her practices." v read her concerns.

"eh! i don't know they'll be reading that!" eunji covered her face in embarrassment since a family member of her are there.

"oh! as expected, eunji is so sweet!" j-hope beamed.

"ah, we all gone through that. it's normal to miss our family while training because we're not used on being away from them." rm commented.

"i think it's better to distract yourself with other things instead of thinking about your family." suga advised.

"don't worry, eunji. your oppa is already here." jin said then tapped jungkook's shoulder.

"you must missed me a lot, right?" jungkook mischievously said that made them laugh.

clip #4 !

"eunji, is really good at everything. when we're kids, we will sing and dance together at home. she's always been a talented girl." jungkook indirectly protected eunji from those whom bashing her lately in his vlive.

clip #5 !

in enhypen & hi episode one, it was seen jungkook hugging eunji and smiling proudly at her on backstage after i-land ended. eunji was crying so hard so jungkook laughed then ruffled her hair.

clip #6 !

enhypen did a vlive after kbs song festival happened last night. they talked about how they met bts there. "jungkook sunbaenim and eunji were so funny. they bowed 90 degrees to each other." jake laughed as he shared. the other members also found it funny.

"jungkook oppa was the first one to bow down to me. haha!" eunji chuckled.

clip #7 !

"oppa! happy birthday!" eunji called jungkook on his birthday while doing vlive.

"thank you~ i'm doing a vlive right now. say hello to them." jungkook placed his phone close to the camera so the viewers can hear eunji clearly.

"really? hello everyone, i'm enhypen eunji! i'll hang up now, oppa. i still have schedules to do. happy birthday again!" eunji greeted.

"okay, i understand. take care." jungkook said.

"yeah. congratulations on being half of 50 years old. don't be bald, bye~" eunji hung up the call and left jungkook speechless.

clip #8 !

"did you already saw bam?" eunji read one of the fans' comment in her vlive.

"ah, yeah, i already saw bam but only a few times. for those who don't know, bam is jungkook oppa's pet dog. he's a doberman. i think i've only personally saw him twice since oppa's schedule and mine don't match." eunji paused for a moment.

"but, he sends me a lot of bam's pictures. bam is our only topic lately, as in oppa will always message me about him. it's fine though cause bam is so cute." she giggled.

[baeddel]

discussion on this post, @horatiovonbecker asks @otatma their opinion about extended families as an alternative to the nuclear family. @otatma replies that it is “a good thing to strive for” but “depends hugely on the family being nontoxic.” true enough!

as it’s my activity feed and they can’t stop me i’ll butt into the conversation. i grew up in an extended family. i lived with my mother and my maternal grandparents, and my aunt would live with us some days out of the week. all of this was accomplished in a 2-bedroom bungalow. i had very little privacy and i hated it; when i was 15 i ran away. my mother pleaded with the council and we managed to secure a terraced house in a socialized housing estate with a bedroom for each of us, plus a spare room (almost unthinkable today). we live near our grandparents and they visit every day.

when i was 16 i met my absentee father. he had been homeless in England and imprisoned in Scotland and when he returned to Ireland that year i found him living in a rhizomatic extended family scenario spanning four generations and three households. they were always being chased out by landlords or paramilitaries and relocating and, in any case, one could never predict who would be living in which house at any time; children would live with grandparents one month, parents the next, aunts and uncles the next, and so on. even husbands and wives did not always share a home.

[long post: 3k words, on the historical development of family structure in Ireland and England and what it means for monogamy, the family and anarchy]

based on this i believed the extended family to be an Irish institution. this is an assumption i shared with most sociologists and historians until about the 1990s (Seward et. al., 2005, pg. 2). the standard narrative was that, world-over, families historically lived in large, three-generation households and that thanks to the industrial revolution this was deteriorating. “Max Weber himself implies in his magisterial way that the rise of capitalist organisation was associated with 'the household community shrinking' ” (Laslett, 1974, pg. 7). Ireland was traditionally conceived of as an exception to this process of deterioration as, on this account, the extended family remained dominant while the rest of the world was going nuclear. it turns out to be the reverse in both cases: the extended family was never the dominant family structure anywhere (ibid. pg. 2-3; Vann 1974, pg. 3-4), except for in Ireland beginning in the 19th century, where over the course of the 20th century it did deteriorate (Laslett, 1974 pg. 34; Gibbon & Curtin, 1978).

the reason for this is embarassingly obvious once you realize it. the fact is that not all families in a society can be extended families. if all children remain in the family home along with their children into perpetuity this house will soon have the population of a small town. this is actually the origin of society proposed by Filmer in Patriarcha (1680), where parental authority becomes the “fountain of all Regal Authority” as their progeny multiply, until humanity is scattered about in the Confusion of Tongues (pg. 11-15). without a Confusion of Tongues to interrupt the exponential increase (and millions, rather than thousands, of years to account for) we have to imagine another sort of family structure. the 19th century sociologist Frédéric Le Play proposed that a new family structure emerged out of ancient patriarchy which he called the Stem-Extended Family. on this account one son was selected to inherit and he remained at the family’s residence; the other siblings were dispersed (Gibbon & Curtin, 1978 pg. 2-3).

to the extent that this form of family organization did exist, it could not have been the dominant form. in a family with three sons, two of them would have to go and form nuclear families with their spouses. they might go on to build their own extended family, or they might not. in many societies the extended family was indeed considered “a good thing to strive for”, and this was the position adopted by the conservative Catholic Le Play, and later accepted by the Catholic Church, who lobbied for policy interventions that would stem the tide of nuclear proliferation in Ireland, particularly by limiting employment opportunities for women. For example, women were barred from civil service positions until 1973 (Seward et. al., 2005, pg. 7).

if this is the case, how could the extended family become the dominant form of family structure in Ireland in the 19th and early 20th centuries? the most significant factor was the reorganization of agriculture carried out by English colonial interests; after the infamous Potato Famine the population of Ireland almost halved (after already more than halving after Cromwell’s genocides), as well as the almost constant state of war that Ireland was submerged in (continuing into the 90s in the occupied North). in the aftermath it was necessary for families to consolidate (Seward et. al., 2005, pg. 3). on top of this, fertility was exceptionally low and emigration was exceptionally high (in the North it remains very high, especially among Catholics). as a result, more generations could live together, and children were more likely to leave the country than disperse elsewhere in Ireland (Seward et. al., 2005, pg. 14). throughout the 20th century, as industry and free secondary education were introduced to Ireland, more children began to move from country to town and nuclear families rapidly replaced extended ones  (Seward et. al., 2005, pg. 6).

my family tree more or less follows this narrative along. in the chaos following the Land War my great, great grandmother was the head of a large intergenerational family involving aunts and uncles, as well as an adopted street orphan. my great grandfather met a homeless woman possessing a child out of wedlock and fell in love with her; they moved to this town and rented a house while he sought work as a street sweeper, starting a new nuclear family. in the 40s my grandmother worked in factories until she married my grandfather, a sailor, and they began their own nuclear family in the same town, renting different little apartments until, thanks to the state of the housing market in the 80s, they purchased the modest accomodations aforementioned. by the 90s this arrangement threatened to become a new Stem-Extended Family (with my mother and i playing the role of inheriting sons), but it proved inoperable in the new context of the 21st century’s mechanized Ireland, and we spilled over into our own single-parent home. given that both me and my aunt are infertile, the maternal line terminates here.

does it follow that we ought to give in and admit that the nuclear family is the natural unit of human society, and that the extended family is possible only in the middle of an ongoing genocide? despite what we’ve just said, there doesn’t seem to be good evidence for this either. while Gibbon & Curtin characterized a debate where Laslett “advanced the iconoclastic [proposition] that there had been little essential historical change in family structure” (1978, pg. 3) this doesn’t seem to actually be Laslett’s position. Laslett argued that family size has not changed considerably throughout history, but on the very first page of his landmark Household and Family in Past Time (1970) he emphasizes that he is “not concerned with the family as a network of kinship” and instead defines his area of research in terms of “coresident domestic groups”, which might bear little relationship to kinship structures. in the past the household very frequently involved not just blood relatives but “lodgers, boarders and visitors” (Vann, 1974, pg. 5) as well as slaves and servants. Vann quotes Etienne Hélin's caution that “[a]rithmetic means, although they varied so little covered a whole series of different situations” and describes how post-industrial English households had twice the number of blood relatives per house as pre-industrial ones, but fewer lodgers, and thus about the same mean. the difference between historical and modern families might not be one of size but of an increasing emphasis on blood relations.

it may come as a surprise that, as a matter of fact, Old English has no word for family. they have a word for relatives in general (sibb), for tribes (cynn, the root of Modern English kin), but the basic social unit known to the Anglo-Saxons was the hiw (and its many compounds), which might be translated ‘household’ (or, indeed, ‘coresident domestic group’). who belonged to a hiw? it was somewhat nakedly a property relation. it was not only a man’s wife and children but also his servants, his slaves, as well as his animals (Stanley, 2008, pg. 1). the Textus Rofensus makes only one distinction between members of a household, that they be “slaves or free” (ibid. pg. 7). it could also refer to a monastic group, involving the whole cloister. Stanley notes (and it seems true to me) that there is a virtual absence of family relations in the corpus of Old English literature. in fact i cannot think of a single example, except perhaps for the monster Grendel and his mother. in the mournful Wife’s Lament and the passionate Wulf and Eadwacer the emphasis is on completely personal affections and seductions, and in any case both depict forbidden relationships outside of the hired.

correspondingly, we find that the average Anglo-Saxon home was a large one; typically they were a single room which measured about 50 square meters and “could have accomodated up to about a dozen or so people” (Hines, 2003, pg. 139). there is no reason to suppose that this was to accomodate several generations of blood relatives; the Anglo-Saxons had many, now very unfamilliar, relationships to populate their houses with. there was husband, wife, and concubine, along with their children; there was slave and hostage (Lavelle, 2006), including many orders of slaves with different status (such as the relatively respectable title of bryti, a sort of ‘head slave’); and indeed guest, visitor, boarder, and in the case of lords and aristocratic thegns, perhaps retainers. in Beowulf about thirty thegns sleep with their lord in Heorot, pulling aside the bench-planks and replacing them with straw beds at night (and when the Geats arrive they incorporate them as still more visitors). we know that at least some beds were placed in recesses in the walls and had curtains (Wright), perhaps to accomodate private intimacy between husband, wife and concubine or, indeed, guest, retainer, hostage, slave, or (why not?) animal. even when husband and wife are the only kin relatives in residence we would hesitate to call this arrangement a ‘nuclear family‘, or indeed an ‘extended family’ should it include a grandparent.

why has industrial modernization corresponded with the narrowing of the productive unit of society to the nuclear family (or, increasingly, the single parent family)? why have non-blood relations become so systematically excluded from the household? these seem like open questions to me. our own experience leads us to suspect conditions placed on family structure by the labour market together with city planning. until the 70s in Ireland, as we discussed, it was typical (and indeed lawful) for wives to stay at home and husbands to work; today very few workers could afford to keep their wives at home, even without children. houses are also too small to sustain extended families (nevermind concubines, hostages and the rest). old council houses such as ours have two bedrooms, one for the parents and the other for the children, along with a room for guests. today they do not include the guest room. there are, in addition, only two common rooms: a family room and a kitchen. it is not only difficult to accomodate three generations in these houses (the small guest bedroom is a poor substitue for the reitrement room of many 19th century Irish houses), it is difficult to accomodate even two generations. teenagers will already complain about sharing a bedroom, and one sibling might take up the guestroom. but we know of women with six, seven, as many as twelve children who live here. as adults they could fill at least three of such houses. all of this is possible only on the theory that as the children grow up they will move out into their own homes.

so. it is tempting to analyze the family situation abstractly, counting up the merits and dysfunctions of different systems and comparing them. for example, using Hirschman’s well-known framework of “exit” and “voice”, we might ask how effective the different forms of family structure are at responding to dysfunction (abuse, neglect and so on). the extended family, we might say, gives a child better access to “voice” - they can turn to parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles and siblings for help. your mother might answer to your grandmother who is therefore well poised to address parenting issues, while your father can probably smoothe things over with your uncle if you quarrel. this means that you actually have to worry less about “toxicity” in the family compared to a nuclear family where parents aren’t accountable to anyone. however, in case of a family wide problem, you may have much less room to “exit” compared to a nuclear family, where exit is expected.

which one is better? you might reply that the extended family sounds better. it very well might be; but in reality you’ll never get to act on this exercise in judgement no matter how much striving you do. the nuclear family does not predominate because of the tyrannical thirst for the awesome power of parenthood (no matter how much we do find this thirst satisfied), but because of the given conditions of labour, housing, inheritance and so forth. this is why @horatiovonbecker can reply that all of this is “fair enough” but that they ”don't think it follows that discouraging monogamy will help.” no, surely it does not follow. especially now that we know that family size and kinship relations are not essential features of domestic organization. why was monogamy ever implicated in the first place?

now it seems like a curious slip of the tongue that when Goldman and Parsons disagree about monogamy they do so by attacking and defending the family by turns. but at that time monogamy was not so easily separable. free love was not really polyamory. it was this and also the abolition of both marriage and parenthood, as they understood both as property relations: “marriage slavery”, as even Parsons called it, and parental ownership of children. it was also the abolition of sex work, which they understood as the "public” expression of the subjugation of women which finds its “private” expression in marriage (Marx & Engels, 1848, pg. 24-25), ie. that women are dependent on men’s property and must acquire it by marriage or by sexual labour. as a corrolary they advocated for divorce (which became an immense priority to later Soviet planners who designed mobile, modular homes which would allow couples to separate and cohabit arbitrarily). it was also access to contraceptives and to abortion, as well as, believe it or not, very often the advocacy of eugenics (on the account that with abortion, contraceptives and the freedom to select partners, the previously blind and mute force of sexual reproduction would become domesticated to the rational will; see the anarchist journal Moses Harman founded in the 1880s, Lucifer the Light Bearer, later renamed the American Journal of Eugenics).

this constellation of problems no longer appear all together. after most women entered the conventional work force we could no longer as easily see monogamy and marriage as a relationship of slavery. as we say in the previous post, for many women the struggle is that they are too independent, saddled with childrearing and wage labour and housework with only the cold comfort of the day-care for assistance. for this reason sex work no longer appears as anything special compared to the other forms of labour women do out of necessity; “sex work is work” is the guiding catchphrase of militant sex workers. contraceptives and abortion still appear as a leading issue in feminist agitation but we no longer imagine they have the power to transform the everyday life of the household (nevermind summon forth the genetic Ubermensch). all together the abolition of marriage was replaced, as @birlinterrupted​ reminds us, with its extension: gay marriage. as of right now monogamy and marraige are still inseparable (i can now marry one of my girlfriends but not all three), but we think it need not always be. all together the program fragmented as its success was realized in pieces and none of them were actually irreparably fixed by the property relation (even if they did emerge from it).

Engels actually believed that a true equality of the sexes would, “according to all previous experience,” result in monogamous men and polyandrous women (Engels, 1884, pg. 43), but he admits that we can only conjecture about “the way in which sexual relations will be ordered after the impending overthrow of capitalist production.” he finishes this thought with this remarkable little statement:

[W]hat will there be new? That will be answered when a new generation has grown up: a generation of men who never in their lives have known what it is to buy a woman’s surrender with money or any other social instrument of power; a generation of women who have never known what it is to give themselves to a man from any other considerations than real love, or to refuse to give themselves to their lover from fear of the economic consequences. When these people are in the world, they will care precious little what anybody today thinks they ought to do; they will make their own practice and their corresponding public opinion about the practice of each individual – and that will be the end of it.

the straightforward correspondence between property, economic dependence and monogamy is still here, and which to us now seems insufficient to the problem (ie. the problem still persists after these given conditions are eliminated). broadening the question from questions of marriage, sexual access and economic dependence to the more general question of the organization of the household in general and the necessary social and economic conditions proper to it would clarify what’s really at stake in domestic oppression, the organization of reproduction, and so on. but it remains true that we can only remain sensitive to trends, to those of us organizing new experiments with the household, and where new opportunities might open as the present conditions dig their own grave.

Let’s give the final word to an old friend. What is the Family, Renzo Novatore? Why, nothing but “the denial of life, love and liberty.” Nevermind his entry for Love, which is a “deception of the flesh and damage to the spirit, disease of the soul, atrophy of the brain, weakening of the heart” and so forth.

[shirophantomvox]

Hold My Hand- Illumi x Reader

OMG thank you! My first international fan! Thank you for this wonderful prompt! This was requested by @illucilfer .

Summary: Today’s story takes place in a 1950s diner by a frequently used Interstate; Interstate 95. We know this dinner for its delicious hamburgers, hot dogs, milkshakes, and jukebox records, but every night one Patreon never returns home. A few men who were angry about your recent arrest have shot you both. As you both stare at each other exchanging mental signals, everyone around you tries to help you to the hospital. Y/N is narrating the story. I seem to have fewer grammar errors that way. FYI, Bold and italicized font will reference a thought or flashback.

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The leaves have turned bright yellow and orange, fluttering every second to the ground. I could hear little children a while away laughing and playing in the community park; throwing up the leaves, jumping into piles, and throwing them at each other. The smell of freshly baked donuts brightened everyone’s mood. All you had to do was take one bite and your face would brighten and crack a smile. Dining at Cupid’s Kitchen will always have your heart and interest.

Interstate 95 was always heavy with traffic during this time of year. The folks of Dallas celebrated mulch annually. The “Mulch Fest” was a street fair that stretched 1.5 miles to the east that contained music, drinks, farmer panels, homemaker Q&A, and other activities that southerners enjoy. Illumi and I are only here because of an unfinished assignment. We have worked night and day for countless days trying to catch Jack “Da Hamor” Gilberton, but he was nowhere to be found. Eventually, I allowed my anger to get the best of me and made the executive decision to take a day off. I barred Illumi from searching, tracking, or any form of hunting for our target. The life of a bounty hunter and an assassin can thrill, but it can drive you insane if you allow it.

Ironically, Illumi and I both enjoy fall. It is perfect for cuddling (although he acts as if he’s too good to cuddle), wearing creative hoodies, going to pumpkin patches, and attending apple orchids. I tend to “lose my cool” when we have dates there. When I was a child, my family did not go on trips like these because they were over an hour away from our home and I had 5 siblings. But once I made money for myself, I made it my mission to go to one at least 5 times out of the year. Illumi enjoys the different fudge, hot cider, and candy apples. He almost broke a tooth on one!

“Say cheese snag-a’-tooth!”

“Stop it. It’s not funny!”

“It is! Could you imagine if you lost your two front teeth? You’d look almost adorable as you did in the 1st grade!”

“How did you know about that?”

“Duh! It happens to everyone, but your mother showed me the pictures, of course.”

“Curses!”

Illumi’s sweet tooth is just like Killua’s; both have a weakness for chocolate. Except, Killua will admit defeat while his older brother keeps denying it.

Cupid’s Dinner has been in Dallas for over 55 years. A black woman established it in 1945 by the name of Mary-Lou Benson. Since then, Mary’s family has been running the shop, making sure all of her customers are happy with the service. During the turn of each season, Cupid’s Dinner gives its customer's food options based on the season. The fall options include donuts, candy apples, different flavored cider, fudge, and hot coffee specials. As much as everything looked appetizing, I could not order it all. Our server, Little Ben, placed our drinks in front of us and handed us the menu. I could tell he was happy with his line of work, just as I was to be with Illumi.

“You all take your time. I’ll be back in five.”

Ilumi glanced on both sides of the room, scanning for Jack Gilberton, already forgetting the agreement we established.

“Illumi, what are you doing?”

“Huh?”

“You keep looking around like you’ve seen Da Hamor. Eat your donut and relax, sweetheart.”

“I cannot relax. I must stay on alert.”

“If I can relax, so can you. It’s not that hard.”

“Fine. If I die, it’s on your head… literally.”

The jingling bell rang almost every second when a customer walked in. It was a joy to everyone's ears; the spirit of Mary Lou-Benson was alive and well. An overwhelming feeling of love seemed to have overtaken the diner. After examining the bistro for quite some time now, each customer had been using their cellphones at the table instead of chatting with their families. Many traditional families hated that about this generation but they should be open to new traditions forming. Illumi dislikes using cell phones or tablets at the table unless we use them for missions. He has emphasized how rude it is to be surfing the web about utter nonsense while someone is speaking. This is a pet peeve of his, something I’ll never step on his toe about. Although I think that is overdoing it, I respect it.

Little Ben served our table quickly, leaving us with two dishes of a classic chicken sandwich, kettle chips, one chocolate, and vanilla milkshake. Milkshakes were my weakness; I nearly foam at the mouth when I see one. When I found out that Illumi had NEVER had a milkshake, I almost fainted.

“No. I’ve never had a milkshake.”

“Huh? You’re missing out, pal.”

“What’s the big deal? Isn’t it frozen milk?”

“Not just frozen milk. You can add many flavors, toppings, and whip cream!”

“Well, then. You’ll have to show me sometime.”

We thanked Little Ben for his service as he clocked out for the day.

“I have to admit these sandwiches look very appetizing.”

“You can say that again!”

Before I nibbled on my sandwich, I wanted to take a moment and adore the man before me; Illumi Zoldyck. A man full of mysteries, professionalism, skill, and talent. His enormous eyes were immersed in the large pieces of chicken in between the sourdough bread. He licked his index finger vigorously; allowing the homemade honey mustard to drip enough from the bread to the plate in between licks. Just the sight of him actually relaxing for once has blown me away. For once, Illumi Zoldyck could be himself and I had the privilege to witness it.

“Um… why are you staring at me? Do I have food on my face,” he asked; violently wiping his mouth off with a provided cloth napkin.

“Oh! Ha, ha; no reason. I wanted to see your reaction after drinking your milkshake. That’s all.”

“Why? It’s just a drink.”

“Whatever you say, babe.”

“Babe? What happened to LuLu or Illumi-Lu?”

I gasped and pretended to be surprised… although I was a little.

“I did not know that you liked those pet names. I assumed it mortified you.”

“Who told you that? That never rolled off my tongue. “What I said was” — He bent closer to the table and to me; glancing both to the right and left to ensure no wandering ears were around — “I prefer Illumi-Lu to be said in the bedroom and LuLu when we’re alone, like how we are right now.”

“Aww…. ok,” I yelled in excitement.

“Don’t blow it out of proportion, alright?”

“Yes, sir.”

As we ate, Illumi hummed along to the tune that played a few times on the restaurant's jukebox. Illumi and I were born in the mid-90s, but listening to 50s music was a part of his aesthetic. I was told that he had an “old soul” which sounds romantic at first until you realize how men were during that era. His raging temper was a noticeable toxic trait, but it has drastically improved. Nonchalantly sipping on his milkshake and then eating more of his chips, he grazed the soft part of his left hand over mine as he continued to hum.

“What’s the name of this song? You seem to know it rather well.”

“Put your head on my shoulder, a famous song from the 60s. I heard my parents sing it once and since then, they have addicted me to it. Do you like it?”

“Yes, in fact, I love it. All of this is—”

“A surprise to you? Well, enjoy it while it lasts because once I find Jack Gilberton, this side of me will hide for a while.”

“Understood.”

Damn! I was just feeling connected to him again!

The music swelled; everyone seemed to be happy. Not an evil spirit insight to disrupt this beautiful moment. For once in my life, my raven-haired beauty actually held my hand tight, stole a few of my barbecue kettle chips, and gazed into my eyes harmlessly. His lips brushed against both of my hands, ever so lightly placing kisses on both sides of them. Illumi’s gentle smile warmed my heart as my lingering thoughts of hope stayed intact.

The welcoming bell jingled again. Two men in black leather jackets, stone-washed blue jeans, and tattooed all over their arms came into the diner. The men seemed to be bikers who had just left their own “spot” but one thing struck me as they continued to walk towards the staff. They both wore sunglasses when the sunset for the day. Not to mention that the lights were not dim in the diner and the moon was as bright as ever. The second man had his eyes glued in my direction. My heart beat faster as I wondered if Jack Gilberton had found us. Could you imagine?

Put your head on my shoulder

Hold me in your arms, baby

Squeeze me oh-so-tight

Show me you love me too

I am used to coming in contact with enemies on my hit list, but given Jack’s criminal history; I felt like I may not survive his attacks. Illumi will survive, but just barely. Both men approached the checkout, crowing over Little Ben’s sister. She was a short woman but full of might, and I could tell by the shakiness in her voice she was frightened. I wanted to step in so badly, but I didn't want to blow my cover just in case it was, in fact, Jack Gilberton. After I assume, ordering food, both men stood by the entrance, blocking it from others from entering and leaving. The sound of their old, beat up-lighters crackled as one lit a joint and the other lit a cigarette. This horrid smell ruined the atmosphere because they were not in a designated area and it drowned out the lovely aroma of the food being served.

“If you gentlemen would like to smoke, you need to go outside. There is no smoking in here.”

“What? You think you’re better than me because you don’t smoke?”

“Huh? I never said that, sir. I asked for you to go outside. Not all of our customers can deal with it.”

They did not move a muscle. The sound of their mucous laughter made everyone’s stomach turn. They laughed at the young girl and called her many slurs. Little Ben’s sister didn’t flinch, nor did she cry; she remained still, staring at the men. I had just enough of their obnoxious behavior.

“If you do not leave, I will call the police.”

“The hell you won’t.”

Put your lips next to mine, dear

Won't you kiss me once, baby?

He drew a gun from his left side. He aimed it at Little Ben’s sister and demanded that she emptied the drawer. She refused. Her stone, iron will reminded me of Illumi; no matter the circumstance, they remained intact, determined to fight until the end. Bravery is always encouraged, but too much will cause your life to be taken away. Little Ben’s sister grabbed a fake till that they kept under the real one and threw it at both men. Fake money fluttered everywhere in the small diner, mimicking confetti. Gunshots rang in all directions as the imbeciles recklessly shot, aiming for Little Ben’s sister. Everyone threw themselves on the ground to avoid being shot, but luck cannot spread itself throughout an entire room of people. A young child, an older man, and another worker were shot in their lower leg. Blood reflected from the ground as it continued to seep. Ignoring injured civilians is a jackass move and continuing to deny the fact would prove that the oath I pledge to meant nothing. Sure, bounty hunters must remain hidden, but if someone is injured, I must help them.

The child was lying lifeless on the polished marble floor. He would not respond to my shaking or my silent whispers. When I rolled him over, my heart broke into a million pieces. This child had no chance of survival; a few bullets struck his chest, one just inches away from his heart. A tear rolled down my cheek.

“Why must the good die young,” I whispered to myself.

“... Because snitches get stitches.”

Before I could gain sight of who stated this utterly corny response, I felt an overwhelming amount of pain in my lower back. It felt like a million tiny needles were jabbed so far through my skin that they entered my intestine. I could still hear, but my body would not move. I tried and tried, but my brain would not signal my legs.

Move! Move, damn it!

It’s odd; I could hear myself talk, but my body would not move at all. The sound of another thudding body made my mind jump. My heart had already been pounding enough to try to resuscitate my organs to move, but a familiar semi-blurring sight of none other than Mr. Illumi Zoldyck cleared my sight. My brain went wild. I didn’t know if Illumi died or if he became paralyzed, but one thing is for sure. We finally made eye contact that felt special; something I hadn’t felt since the day I met him. Our contact felt like magnets; an unbreakable bond. Suddenly, my icy hand felt warmth around my palm and fingers. Illumi simultaneously fell in a way that connected our hands. Our unbreakable bond, the warmth of his fingers laying on top of mine, and the gaze we shared somehow made me feel like it was just the two of us alone. I could hear his thoughts loud and clear; thoughts that came from the heart.

“Please help me. Before it’s too late, LuLu,” I cried, thinking I was going insane. “I don’t want to leave if it means leaving you behind.”

“I’m not going anywhere. Not without you.”

“Please! I want to live a life. Life as a bounty hunter, build a support system to our children, and a good lover is all I want to be.”

“You are a warrior and so am I. We have been through worse. This is nothing.”

Mere eye contact is all we need to exchange wandering conversations. The bond that we’ve created is something so strong that I haven’t realized it until now. The warmth emitted from his loose grasp seems to lose its effectiveness. It blurred my vision beyond recognition, leaving Illumi as a near figment of my imagination.

“Oh no. I guess this is it.”

My vision darkened. Illumi was slipping away as my lingering thoughts almost made my heart give out from exhaustion. I was ready to accept my fate, but it seemed like fate had other plans. My vision was still darkening by the second, but my sense of touch remained there. Smooth fingers outline my arms, torso, and chest. I heard muffled voices yelling and screaming about calling for assistance, but I didn’t care if they came or not. I made peace with my life’s end. Bit by bit, my breathing slowed down, but my sense of touch remained heightened. I felt a rubber glove touch my face and neck, examining it for any damage.

The jukebox continued to play Illumi’s favorite song, Put Your Head on my Shoulder. I remembered the day I laid my head on his shoulder; boy, what an endearing moment that was. It was something I took for granted, something I should have savored, for I never knew that this moment would have happened. The song grew muffled by the second verse. That verse repeated every time I tried to force myself to take what felt like my last gaze at my raven-haired beauty.

Just a kiss goodnight, maybe

You and I will fall in love (you and I will fall in love)

-FIN.

A/N: Since you’ve made it to the end, I’ll say something. The reader did not die in the end. They were later revived at the hospital.

[pompadourpink]

hi! this is sort of an odd question, but what are some connotations of different names in French? like in english there are names that are thought of as “old lady” type names (ethel, agnes, eleanor) or “hippie”/“new age” names or whatever, so i was wondering what kinds of connotations French names come with? just curious lol

Hello,

We do have old people’s names (20s-50s), also rich right-wing names which are often hyphenated (Charles-Edouard, Amaury, Aristide, Marie-Chantal, etc).

Jacky usually refers to the local rednecks.

Kévin (and siblings Brandon and Dylan) are our national 90s Jersey Shore-bumholes (that we actually call les Kékés, short for Kévin). For the past fifteen years, new monarchs have risen and they’re named Enzo and Mathéo.

There are also a few feminine names that are linked to famous songs (Laura, Marie, Mélissa, Dominique, to mention the biggest).

I can’t think of hippie names, probably because our laws regarding names are rather old school and you can’t just call your newborn child Oiseau du paradis and expect the registrar to go with it. Although anybody with a Breton name (Loïc, Azénor, Nolwen, etc) will usually be expected to be super nice, spiritual, and love nature (and buttery foods) as it’s the part of France linked to the Arthurian cycle, Merlin, Morgan le Fay and Broceliande forest.

Hope this helps! x

[aliceaddellheidde]

Hello lovely people 😃. I wanna say huge THANK YOU to all my followers.

When I started with this blog I had no idea that one day I´ll have over 100 200 of You!!! I came on Tumblr to read Queen/Bohemian rhapsody stories and slowly discovered many other fandoms I loved. Then one day I had an idea: "Maybe I can put my fan-fictions here too!" It was almost 3 years ago and here I am now 😎.

THANK YOU!!! THANK YOU!!! THANK YOU!!!

And as celebration for this milestone I prepared 100 questions You can ask me if You want to know me better. Don´t be afraid, I don’t bite (unless You ask me to 😉).

1. What’s your favourite way to spend a day off?

2. What type of music are you into?

3. Where’s the next place on your travel bucket list and why?

4, What are your hobbies?

5. Your favourite colour?

6. Would you say you’re more of an extrovert or an introvert?

7. What's your favourite ice cream topping?

8. What was the last TV show you binge-watched?

9. Do you have a favourite holiday? Why or why not?

10. If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?

11. Do you like going to the movies or prefer watching at home?

12. How old were you when you had your first celebrity crush, and who was it?

13. Do you have any pet peeves?

14. When you were a kid, did you eat the crusts on your sandwich or not?

15. What's your favourite season and why?

16. What's phone app you use most?

17. Would you rather cook or order in?

18. When is your birthday?

19. Where do you take inspirations for writing?

20. Do you have siblings?

21. What would be the first thing you'd do if you won the lottery?

22. What are you most proud of in the last year?

23. Which of your personality traits are you most proud of?

24. What do you regret not doing in the last year?

25. What’s on your bucket list?

26. If you had unlimited money to start your own business, what would it be?

27. Who would play you in the movie of your life?

28. What would you change about yourself if you could?

29. What did you want to be when you were small?

30. Do you like or dislike surprises? Why or why not?

31. Are you related or distantly related to anyone famous?

32. On a scale of 1-10 how funny would you say you are?

33. How many languages do you speak?

34. What is your favourite body part?

35. If you could choose anyone, who would you pick as your mentor?

36. If you could witness any event past, present or future, what would it be?

37. If you could learn to do anything, what would it be?

38. Do you want to be immortal? Why and why not?

39. What did you do growing up that got you into trouble?

40. Are you a neat person or a messy person?

41. Where is your happy place?

42. Are you an on time person or a late person?

43. What is your biggest fear?

44. What’s been your biggest mistake so far in life and what did you learn from it?

45. What do you wish you had more time for?

46. What’s the grossest thing you’ve drunk?

47.What would an amusement park filled with your biggest fears be like? What rides would it have?

48.What do most people overestimate or underestimate about you?

49.What silly thing do you take a lot of pride in?

50.What would an amusement park designed specifically to make you happy, be like?

51.If a genie granted you 3 wishes right now, what would you wish for?

52. Did you ever write a journal?

53. Do you prefer making out or cuddling?

54. Where on your body is your favourite place to be touched?

55. Do you have any pets?

56. Never have I ever cut my own hair.

57. Ever met someone famous?

58. Do you have a favourite movie franchise?

59. Never have I ever gone skinny dipping.

60. If our world was a simulation, would you prefer to know?

61. Do you often get deja vu?

62. Would you rather be able to speak any language or be able to communicate with animals?

63. Ever been arrested?

64. Never have I ever sang in public.

65. Have you ever gotten writer’s block?

66. Have your ever disliked something and then changed your mind?

67. Never have I ever ridden a horse.

68. If you could have any exotic animal as a pet, which would it be?

69. Any kink/s?

70. Never have I ever cheated on a test.

71. Any weird habits?

72. Would you rather visit the International Space Station for a week or spend a week in a hotel at the bottom of the ocean?

73. Favourite animal?

74. Was the last thing you read?

75. Where are you from?

76. Favourite flower?

77. Never have I ever played a musical instrument.

78. What did you study at school?

79. Do you want kids?

80. How do you take your coffee?

81. Never have I ever thought a cartoon character was hot.

82. What´s a deal-breaker for you in relationship?

83. Are you a morning or a night person?

84. What personality type are you?

85. Are you left- or right-handed, and would you want to switch?

86. What type of partner do you want?

87. Never have I ever had surgery.

88. Favourite school subject/s.

89. What is your favourite part of a house, and why?

90. Have you ever stayed up all night to wait for sunrise?

91. Never have I ever gone commando.

92. How would people close to you describe you in three words?

93. How long have you been writing?

94. What do you think is the biggest problem you need help with in your writing?

95. How tall are you?

96. Never have I ever broken a bone.

97. Do you want to get married?

98. As a writer, what would you choose as your mascot/avatar/spirit animal?

99. Never have I ever been in a helicopter.

100. Question of Your choice.

~ If there is a link on a question, I already answered it 💜 ~

[prorevenge]

Cousin tries to steal my mother's inheritance

The whole story was a few years ago and is very convoluted. In order not to write a novel here, I try to keep things clear and as short as possible. If some things are incomprehensible, I am happy to submit updates upon request.

Yes, we were too trustworthy and in retrospect we should have done more earlier.

The story begins in the early 90s when my parents got divorced. My mother had been given custody of me and my older sister by the court. We moved into my maternal grandmother's house. The house was built by my grandfather in the 50's and had never been renovated. There were 2 apartments in the house. One apartment on the ground floor and one on the 1st floor. My grandma lived in the lower apartment. But even though it was actually too small for a woman with 2 teenage children in the upper apartment, my mother initially wanted us to see the house as 2 separate households. It took my grandma some time to convince my mother to consider the house as a whole as not my grandmothers, but ours.

My mother and grandma decided not only to renovate the house, but also to refurbish it. But before that could happen, something important had to be clarified.

Because my grandfather had built the house and he died without writing his last will, the house was not legally owned by my grandmother at the time, but belonged in part to my mother and her sister (let's call her Estelle)

My grandma bought Estelles share.

The 40-year-old stove heating was replaced by a floor heating that was modern at the time, windows were renewed, old pipes and cables were replaced and much more. My mother put all of the money my father gave her after the divorce into the house. Among other things, she paid off an old loan that was still on the house.

In order not to repeat my grandfather's mistake, the three made a will. The share in the house that belongs to my grandmother should go to my mother after her death, as she lived in the house and contributed significantly to its value through her investment. Estelle should get a large amount of money and everything else my grandma owns should be divided equally between the two.

Fast forward to 2015. My mother had retired and took care 24/7 of her mother, who is suffering from dementia. The alternative of putting my grandma in a nursing home was out of the question for us. As long as it was somehow possible, my mother wanted my grandma to stay in the house that she built with her husband and that she called home. I haven't lived in the house for a long time, but I still visited whenever I could to relieve my mother of work. But these opportunities are few and far between, as I live and work around 2 hours away by car. So I was all the more pleased that my mother got help with housework for a few hours a week. This domestic help (let's call her Nadine) is the girlfriend of Estelles son Tim.

When Tim was a Teenager he had fallen out with his father and most of our family had very few contacts with him. He showed up once a year, called on our grandmas’ birthday and on Christmas. For over 20 years, he was, besides these 3 occasions, basically nonexistent.

Nadine works full time in a nursing home. After having been in the hospital for a few days, my grandma was supposed to be in that very nursing home for a while. The insurance companies offer this option so that caregiving relatives should be able to recover for a few days themselves and my mother really needed the break.

But my mother was not granted this break. On the second day, in her demented confusion, she crawled under her room neighbor's bed and did not let the nursing staff lure her out from under it. Nadine then called Tim, who came by. While playing hide and seek, my grandma was slightly injured and was taken back to the hospital. After that, she refused to go back to the nursing home, and my mother gave in and took her home.

In the next few months, it was 2016 then, Tim appeared once a week to, as he said, “take care of grandma”. This “taking care” consisted of going to Grandma, who was sitting in her TV chair, holding her hand, asking if everything was okay and driving off 15 minutes later.

At this point I would like to emphasize again that my mother has basically sacrificed herself since 2011 to look after her mother in need of care. She never moved more than 50 meters from my grandma without someone to take her place. Both my grandmother's doctor and the official auditors in charge of the nursing service had certified my mother that my grandmother was doing great under her supervision.

Estelle's birthday was in March. My mother told me later that Estelle had advised her in a conversation that she should put some money aside for the time when Grandma is no longer there.

Nadine celebrated his birthday in July. Since my grandmother was again spending a few days in short-term care at that time so that my mother could recover a little, Tim offered to pick up grandma for the party.

And in August the mood changed.

Estelle expressed concern that my grandma's confusion was really dementia and instead suggested that grandma was in her condition because of poor care from my mother. Tim was increasingly aggressive towards my mother. In a conversation I insisted on participate, he accused my mother of embezzling my grandmother's money and evading taxes. And although I am a peace-loving person, I lost my composure a little and I was only a blink away from beating him.

After we calmed down again, I suggested that instead of just coming by for 15 minutes a week and spreading accusations, he should really take care of Grandma and look after her for a week at a time.

He agreed.

Two weeks later, Tim and Tim's brother appeared with his family and picked up Grandma for a visit to a fair.

When they came back they told my mother that they had ordered a new TV chair for Grandma and that my mother should pay for it with her money. The reason was that my mother “lived rent-free in Grandma's house” and practically doesn’t do anything. Since my grandmother was so “gracious to take in a mother and her two children” she was entitled to the money, my mother supposedly saved on rent.

A few weeks later my mother had an appointment and asked Estelle to take care of Grandma during that time. When she came back there was also a note on the table. Estelle had taken grandma with her to look after her. First a week to try out.

The joy that my mother had about the free time she gained quickly vanished when it turned out two days later that Estelle took the opportunity to go to her bank with my grandmother to revoke my mother the right to access my grandmother's account. We only found out about it by accident.

A few days later Estelle appeared accompanied by Tim, his two siblings and their families and got clothes, jewelry and everything valuable that my grandmother owned. They said that my grandma wanted to stay with Estelle now because she couldn't stand my mother anymore.

The mood between my mother and grandma had deteriorated noticeably in the months since the first stay at the nursing home. At first, we assumed that the dementia was getting worse.

A few days later, 9 people came to my mother's home. Including my grandmother, Estelle, Tim, Ts. siblings and their family. When my mother was about to let 2 visitors out of the door, one of the group stormed through the open front door, pushing my mother and sister aside and demanding that they leave the (lower) apartment immediately. They supposedly had no right to be there and are only allowed to stay in the upper apartment.

A neighbor saw the incident and called the police. The group convinced the police that my mother actually lived in the apartment upstairs and had no right to be downstairs. To this day I still don't understand why the policeman accepted it that way. In any case, he asked my mother to leave the lower apartment until the matter was legally clarified. The police then disappeared. The group then took the opportunity to exchange the lock and searched the apartment for incriminating material that they could use against my mother. Unsurprisingly, they didn't find anything. My mother hadn't done anything wrong.

The day after, my mother went to see a lawyer to give her access to the home again. After a week back and forth, my relatives agreed to let my mother back into the apartment.

They cleared the furniture out of the apartment beforehand, because they thought it belonged to my grandmother, and switched back to the old locks.

Since they were 9 again and my mother had a nervous breakdown from the whole affair anyway and was on the verge of the 2nd, I wanted to receive the key in her place. However, they insisted that my mother personally collect the key.

Since I could already imagine why my relatives insisted of being in a group of 9 to give the key to a 70 year old woman personally, I had an idea. I picked up my smartphone in a clearly visible position and activated the recording function.

As I expected, most of them noticed my cell phone and remained silent. All except my grandma. Although she could hardly see anything, she recognized me and wanted to talk to me. She accused me and my mother of plotting against her. That she always supported me and she couldn't understand how we could do that to her. It broke my heart to hear what monsters my mother and I had become in her mind. But I knew that this was the dementia talking. I listened patiently and tried to explain what she had misunderstood, but I also knew that she had sunk too far in her illness to convince her of the truth.

One of the allegations in that conversation was that my mother and I wanted her out of the house. As already written that was not the case. But I have to be grateful today that my grandma said that. Estelle was sitting next to her at the time and reflexively replied "It wasn't him, the others."

At the time, I was too fixated on my grandma that I hadn't even noticed. Fortunately, I had my phone in my hand the whole time. When I listened to the conversation a while later, it finally clicked and I could slap myself today for not noticing it earlier:

Since the incident at the nursing home, the mood between my mother and grandma had deteriorated noticeably. We had blamed it on dementia, but now it was clear to us that in her condition between dementia and the strong painkillers she was taking, my relatives had talked her into believing some conspiracy against her.

My mother then applied for guardianship for my grandma. In Germany it is regulated in such a way that it is first checked whether the care is necessary. That was a relatively straightforward matter.

Then a judge has to check whether there is a possibility that a relative will take over the guardianship. This test was an on-site appointment at Estelle

As I could deduct from the court papers, the judge was of the opinion relatively quickly that family-internal guardianship was not possible. The decisive factor was apparently, among other things, the aggressive behavior of my relatives towards my mother, whereby the judge was almost injured with a burning cigarette.

Mrs. G. was declared to be my grandmother's guardian. A few weeks after Mrs. G. took over her job, she paid my mother a visit.

Ms. G. said that she was amazed when she met my mother for the first time. After all, she wasn't the hell spawn my relatives described her. We learned that Estelle's family had apparently spread wild rumors about my mother in town. We also learned that apparently my grandmother's set up a new will.

Since my mother lives in a small town, it didn't take long to find out that Tim was named the sole heir in the new will. Nadine had said the same to a friend and if you know someone who knows someone…. Small town.

My grandma died in July 2017. Shortly afterwards, I drove to the court to deposit my grandma's will there so that it could take effect. The lady there said there would already be another recent will. I still insisted on depositing the old one.

The will was opened a few weeks later. We saw for the first time what we are dealing with.

The new will was drawn up by a notary which is normally better than a handwritten will from over 20 years ago. In the will, Tim is established as the sole heir with Estelle in the 2nd position (in the event that Tim would have died before my grandmother). Not a word about the fact that part of my mother's house already belonged to her, instead she was only given a right to live in the upper apartment. But the real shock came when we saw the date. The will was written in July 2016. On the day when Tim and Estelle had so generously agreed to pick up Grandma from the nursing home. When they were still trying to pretend everything was fine and their “only concern was Grandma's well-being”.

I made an appointment with an inheritance lawyer. The lawyer first wanted to convince my mother to only sue for her legal inheritance claim and to otherwise accept the will. Challenging a notarial will is one of the most difficult cases you can try in German courts and it takes a lot of evidence to do that.

My time to shine. It took me almost an hour to convince the lawyer that my grandma had dementia and that the new will is therefore invalid. Doctor's reports that certify dementia back in 2011. The report for the guardianship. Every minute I presented her with new documents and in the end she is ready to go into battle with us.

So the matter goes to court, which means that the lawyers write letters back and forth. In one of the letters, Tim's lawyer mentions that there is an assessment from a doctor A. that clearly confirms that my grandma did not have dementia. That would contradict the evidence I submitted to my lawyer. So the court commissioned a new, independent expert assessment.

Although I had a lot of evidence and the behavior of my grandmother was always a clear sign of dementia for me, we waited a little nervously for the assessment.

We receive the assessment and what can I say, I haven't read anything so beautiful and sad at the same time for a long time. It is sad because the expert quotes from many reports that describe what my grandma was going through after she was brought to Estelles house. Nice because the appraiser completely dismantled the other side's argument. For every argument that the other side has come up with by then, the appraiser has evidence to invalidate it. Most impressive is the fact that the alleged report by Doctor A. is completely worthless to the other side. On the contrary, the doctor was so incompetent that he accidentally not only failed to refute my grandmother's dementia, he even confirmed it.

So there is a court date. The appraiser, Doctor A. and the notary who wrote the will are present.

A. is given the opportunity to defend his "report" before the judge. And he only makes it worse. It is going too far to explain that now. In any case, A. made it clear to the judge that he had no idea how to carry out the test.

Then it's the notary's turn. When he testified, it turns out that there were 2 appointments with him and my grandma. And in their attempt to look particularly good in front of the judge, Estelle and Tim admit that they were both present at both appointments. Not only that, apparently the conversation and further coordination between the notary and my grandmother went completely through Estelle’s hands.

The trial ends and my mother's lawyer is overjoyed. She explains to me that if there were any doubts that the new will does not reflect the will of my grandma, these are finally resolved by the statement of the notary.

A few days later, the judge gives the verdict and it's even better than expected.

The house was awarded to my mother.

Tim is no longer entitled to even one cent from my grandma's inheritance.

All claims that Estelle could still make against my mother, i.e. both the stated sum of money from the old will and possible claims under the law, are offset against what was in his possession at the time of my grandma's death. So she has some old furniture, clothes, some jewelry, etc. And what it looks like so far, that means that's all she can hope for.

tl;dr My cousin tried to cheat my mother out of her inheritance. Didn't work out for him in the end.

(source) story by (/u/Sam_Ronin)

[dangan-happy]

Miley Cyrus has been quiet since Genocider Syo showed up...

This is for komaeda,nanami, and hinata

Just got my report study, and to think i've been waiting so much, hoping for good results, crushed immeadiately

I usually aced english test since grade school, i always got 90 or at least 87 on the subject, and at my latest mid terms, to think i got 50? Pretty ironic since i use english 24/7 on the internet, but at least i got 92 on my english literature, but oh god it still makes me feel bad, im surprised my parents didn't notice that

And u know what's worst, there's a lot of 1 points there, especially at physical ed, my parents got concerned at my 19 and 18 points at my political ed assignments, i never pay attention to their zoom meetings so its pretty understandable

Im feeling so down atm, especially since my goal after finishing high school is to apply at one of the biggest university here that is a lot cheaper than most universities, and to apply, our report grades at high school deeply concerns it

Not just that, my house doesn't do anything to help me, all they tell me is to take care of a satan (looks at my sister) and her school assignments, without even care abt my assignments, they usually get annoyed at me when i prioritize my school work first, i sometimes wish even if she can't read, at least she would listen to me, her school teacher has warned her more than 2 times abt that too, and she got to complain to her parents about her tiresome, while me? They would just tell me to take care of it myself

My parents always gossiping about me about little things when i'm not around, and praise my 7 year old little sister that is full of energy and act all cutely with that baby sound of hers. My grandma always sticking around with me without giving me any space of privacy, always telling me to work on my flaws, shame the imperfections of my body, and expect me to help at my parent's already broken commitment. My sister is no better, sometimes she is tho, but when my mother is around, it's like her satan mode is activated

The world around me is making me unmotivated. I already experience smth so terrible that i haven't recover from it even if it happened a year ago, everyone around me is always bothering my coping moments, and tell me to do smth productive

Even if my parents sometimes takes my side and tell my sister to behave, i sometimes are jealous of her. She has so many things in her that i don't or already lost, she's the center of everything while im just behind the scenes. It's not like i don't want them to look after me, but i am their oldest daughter, i still have rights to tell my concerns to my guardians, but they always lack understanding, and maybe never will

That’s really unfortunate to hear Anon…that’s a despair that would crush anyones hope. Especially if you were so sure you would pass or at least do well enough to earn a pass. I can’t even fathom…

No, we’ll do everything we can to crush this despair. That’s what ultimates do, right? Beacons of hope that will shine on all of us.

Perhaps my advice won’t be as good as the others but I will do my best. Anyway, a home life that chaotic would certainly bring anyone down, it’s terrible that it’s like that for a lot of you out there. I can’t say that my home life was anything perfect but I think I can understand what you mean. The troubling thing about having a younger sibling is that they do get the attention focused on them because they’re new into the world if you will.

But you can’t let that despair get to you, I know it’s difficult to not feel any jealousy boil up but you have to remind yourself that you are unique in your own way. You aren’t your younger sibling, you’re your own person. Do you understand what I mean? Perhaps you need further explaining, but I’ve taken too much of your time. I will leave the rest to the capable hands of the Ultimate Gamer herself. The level is set for you Chiaki.

-

Nagito…

I told him that I didn’t want an entrance like that. Oh well, lets focus on you Anon, because Nagito brought up a few good points and I would like to follow up on them.

Everyone is different in their own unique way, it’s like Nagito said, sure it may not seem like a lot to you. But think about it, every achievement, no matter how big or small; it’s something that you accomplished. And you should be proud of yourself for that!

Of course, it’s not an easy path, especially after everything you’ve told me.  But I have hope that things can turn around for you, it’s never too late to make a change. It’s true that it’s possible you won’t be able to make your guardians understand, but it wouldn’t be a difficult level if there were shortcuts. At the end of the day, you have to do things for yourself and not for anyone else. A little praise would be nice but in case no one else will, I know for sure that Nagito and I are proud of you. And we believe that you can be motivated again.

[peachfaeryy]

Hi 🌙

It's my birthday right now. I'm 26 now.

1. What is my fondest childhood memory?

My fondest childhood memories definitely consist of the lovely people who I grew up with and derived my sense of humor/silliness from: my cousins Anna & Emily, Savannah -- my childhood best friend, and Kaleb, my eternal crush. These memories consist of them in elementary school, camp, and my grandma's house in San Antonio.

2. What is my favorite comfort food?

Probably nachos/chips/chips & queso.

3. What’s my favorite way to exercise?

Uh...DANCE.

4. Am I a morning person or a night owl?

I lean more towards night owl but I try to avoid both.

5. If I could have any superpower, what would it be?

The currency of youth.

6. Do I prefer cooking, baking, or neither?

I love both cooking and baking :) I find both extremely rewarding and cathartic.

7. Am I an introvert or an extrovert?

Ambivert strongly introvert-leaning.

8. What superhero do I find most relatable?

None, I detest all superheroes.

9. What is my favorite season of the year — and what do I love most about it?

Winter because it provides me with the most amount of physical comfort. I love sleeping in a very cold room, opening my windows with no AC on. Sitting in my car listening to music/eating with engine off. Less humidity. Food is tastier. Style is better.

10. Do I believe in the existence of angels?

Not particularly? Well, yes but I believe they have absolutely no role or effect on our world.

11. What are my favorite TV series?

American Crime Story (OJ & Versace), Fleabag, Atlanta...90 Day Fiance, Game of Thrones

12. What was the last movie I watched (or the last movie I enjoyed)?

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest (let's gooOoo)

13. Am I a tidy person or a messy one?

I used to be very messy but not I'd consider myself pretty tidy. My nature is messy though.

14. Am I afraid of the dark?

Nah.

15. Am I more of a coffee person or a tea person?

Mostly coffee.

16. What talents do I possess that I’m proud of?

I don't have any natural-born talents but I suppose my ability to teach myself a new skill over time.

17. Do (or did) I like school?

I loved school and literally work at a school.

18. Did I go to the prom?

Unfortunately, yes.

19. What is my idea of a perfect date?

Definitely grabbing pizza at a nice restaurant.

20. Do I enjoy DIY or crafts?

Not at all, sounds awful, lol.

21. Do I forgive others easily?

Yes. But not so much anymore now that I'm older and more experienced. My instinct/nature is very forgiving.

22. Do I have a nickname — or did I ever have one?

None.

23. Do I have any phobias?

I'm scared of most anything anything everything...I'd say my daily fear is mistaking my razor for my toothbrush in the shower.

24. Have I ever met one of my heroes? If yes, who was it, and how did it go?

No?

25. Do I speak any other languages?

No, but I told myself I would learn Spanish before I die.

26. Have I ever traveled outside my native country?

Yes! I have been the Mexico and Ireland.

27. If money were no object, what would I want for my next birthday?

Maybe a trip to South Korea/Germany/Rhode Island

28. Have I ever been addicted to something?

Yes. But as far as substances? I'm addicted to Nsaid.

29. When I was a kid, what did I want to be when I grew up?

I wanted to be a wildlife photographer when I was a kid-kid.

30. Have I ever won something?

$75 with scratch offs

31. Have I ever narrowly escaped death (or serious injury)?

I'd say so, yes.

32. Do I prefer baths or showers?

Showers.

33. How am I feeling right now?

Changed.

34. Have I ever played any sports?

Soccer, Basketball, and cross-country

35. Do I prefer the beach or the mountains?

Beach, but I feel connected to both.

36. Do I prefer a Mac or a PC?

Uh...PC?

37. Do I prefer dogs or cats (or some other pet)?

Cats...I honestly do not like dogs at all.

38. Do I have any piercings or tattoos? Would I like to get any?

I have three tattoos: three rune, a sword, and a butterfly. All of which are on my arms.

39. Do I have kids?

Not right now.

40. Do I have siblings?

None.

41. What do I do on a typical Friday night?

Same thing I usually do: practice dance/choreo for a couple of hours. Read, cook, watch Youtube. If I’m going out, I’ll maybe grab dinner/hang with my friends. I MAY go to ~the club~ in a blue moon.

42. If I could go anywhere in the world with unlimited funds, where would I go?

SOUTH KOREA

43. What do I do to relax?

Shower, listen to music. Do my makeup for fun.

44. What do I do to wake up or boost my energy levels?

Blast Stray Kids

45. Would I rather have unlimited energy or unlimited money?

Unlimited money

46. Am I a collector of anything? If yes, how big is my collection?

I collect Kpop bullshit...(albums, photo cards, posters, etc.) essentially merch from my favorite artists.

47. What sort of gift would I want from my significant other on Valentine’s Day or on my birthday?

JUST flowers. All I care about it getting flowers on both of those days.

48. Which would I rather avoid — excess heat or extreme cold?

Excess heat.

49. Would movie genre would I rather watch: action, romance, fantasy, or horror?

Of those choices: horror. I also like a solid journey story.

50. Have I ever been on a diet? If yes, how did it go?

More like a mini eating disorder, lol? I went through phases where I only consumed 1500 calories.

51. If I could live anywhere for a month with whomever I choose, where would that be?

Greece with I suppose...someone I get along with.

52. Have I ever gone camping? Or do you look at a tent and think, “I feel like that’s the wonton wrapper, and I’m the filling.”

Yes, several times. I actually thoroughly enjoy camping.

53. What’s the last song I listened to?

Ribs -- Lorde

54. What’s my current obsession, and how much have I spent on it?

Anything kpop...hours. I’m talking hours and hours.

55. What’s a favorite book of mine?

We Need to Talk About Kevin

56. What should I be doing right now?

Sleeping.

57. What’s my best feature?

Physically? Boobs.

Personality? I would say kindness but that’s basic. Witty? Self-discipline.  

58. What’s the most expensive article of clothing (or shoes) that I own?

Damn...shoes...? $100?

59. What is one thing I could not live without?

Music. My one coping mechanism and literally the reason I’m alive and functional.

60. What’s one thing I can’t leave the house without (other than keys and my wallet)?

Phone... BC packet?

61. What’s one of my pet peeves?

Slow walkers

62. What wild animal would I love to have for a pet (as long as it didn’t eat anyone)?

Maybe like...a toucan?

63. What’s my favorite drink?

An ICE COLD fizzy SODA boiii

64. What’s my spirit animal, and do I own anything featuring that animal?

I guess I’m very cat-like. I used to have a lot of cat stuff, but not anymore...

65. What’s my favorite restaurant, and what’s my favorite splurge order?

I like basically any fast food joint. I’m also a sucker for Chili’s. I’m really basic. A splurge order for me would be ordering a margarita with my meal.

66. What’s my favorite movie — or the best one I’ve seen in the last three years?

I’ve been obsessed with We Need to Talk About Kevin, Pirates of the Caribbean...I’ve been wanting to rewatch Little Miss Sunshine

67. What’s a favorite hobby of mine?

Dancing :)

68. What’s my favorite go-to snack?

Health-wise: apples and peanut butter. But if I don’t care: chips

69. What are my must-haves for watching a movie in a theater?

True interest in the film

70. What’s my favorite kind of competition to watch (sports, cooking, etc.)?

Not really into competition shows.

71. Would I rather get an electric shock or get an intramuscular shot (tetanus, etc.)?

Electric shock?

72. What’s my dream car?

Bella’s shitty red truck let’s gooooo

73. What are the must-haves in the home of my dreams?

LOTS of open space, sunlight, heated bathroom floor

74. What’s my favorite sandwich?

Chicken salad, BLT, plain peanut butter

75. What’s my favorite kind of dinner? (comfort food, four-course, take-out Chinese…)

Comfort food

76. If I could change my eye and hair color, what color/s would I choose?

I would DEF change my eye color to a warm brown and my hair to very dark brown. I’m growing my natural hair out. I’m going dye-free right now.

77. Who is my favorite fictional character (or one of them)?

Jack Sparrow

78. What’s my longest relationship so far (other than family)?

4 years...

79. What is my star sign — or do I usually avoid that question?

I DO NOT care about this but I’m a Leo

80. What is my lucky number, or what is a favorite number of mine?

Uh? N/A

81. What city do I live in now, and what’s my favorite thing about it?

I still live in Denton and I detest it.

82. What state do I live in now, and what do I love about it?

Texas, its diversity.

83. If I had to move to a different state, where would I rather go?

New Mexico

84. Have I ever colored my hair? If yes, what’s my favorite hair color experiment so far?

Yes, most of my teen and adult life. But my “crazy” hair experiment right now is going dye-free and wearing my natural color.

85. Whom do I miss right now?

My 14-year-old self

86. Have I ever made a mistake that someone else refused to forgive me for?

Apparently.

87. Do I have a celebrity crush? If yes, who is it?

JOHNNY DEPP and all of Stray Kids lol. Jungkook?

88. If I could meet any celebrity for coffee/tea and a chat, who would it be?

Marina Diamandis

89. As desserts go, would I rather have ice cream or cheesecake?

Ice Cream

90. Would I rather live in a house or an apartment, and why?

A small house.

91. Would I rather live in a treehouse, a cave, or a submarine?

Treehouse

92. What is one big goal that I want to accomplish this year?

Move out of D*nton.

93. What do I want to do for a living?

I’m happy being a teacher, but ultimately I’d like to counsel kids.

94. When I feel sick, where do I usually feel it first or most noticeably?

My head.

95. What sort of smartphone do I use, and what made me choose it?

Uh? Android?

96. What’s one movie that I’ve watched repeatedly? What do I love about it?

I watch signs pretty frequently. Midsommar? I connect with its characters because they seem like real actual people? I’ve been wanting to rewatch the Lovely Bones.

100. If I could afford one, would I rather hire a chef, a personal assistant, or a housekeeper?

Housekeeper!

97. What is one food that I refuse to eat?

Liver

98. What exotic food would I be willing to try?

I’d be open to trying most any food.

99. What is one item on my bucket list, and what made me choose it?

I’m kind of working on it now. I want to put a few years in while I’m young and able to become a very good dancer. I know that to obtain that it IS going to take years. It’s something that’s really important to me because I’ve always wanted that for myself but never made actual steps to obtain/execute it. And ultimately, I want it because it allows me to feel like my true self.

[nightowlfandom]

PROMPT LIST PART 4 2021 EDITION (NON- X RATED)

It...had been a long time coming I said this was coming....last year and it just didn’t happen. Until now! 

Rules- One, If a character you are asking for is depicted as high school age, then please be aware they will be written in a style that has them being 18 or older and most likely will not be written in a NSFW sense. I enforce this rule because while I do like writing for people, SFW or NSFW it’s just...what I like to do. I have every right to deny your request, please keep that in mind. Two....there is no rule two.

Here’s how you request- Choose 2- 5 prompts (No more than 5, no less than 2) and those will used to make a one-shot or two-shot depending on how long it gets. You need to tell me who you want me to write about (and if it’s an AU, then state that as well.) Then give me a short summary of what you want it to be about. (Example- You want a Vampire AU about Levi Ackerman with 2,5, 18, 27, and 45. Boom!) If you want smut, PLEASE SPECIFY! I won’t write smut if you don’t ask. Same with if you want a certain type of au or fluff/ angst. Just let me know.

Side note- I write a lot of AU’s and am pretty much open to whatever. Yandere, Tsundere, Office AU, Mafia AU, Vampire AU, Royal AU, Ghost AU, Magical AU -BItch I do everything. HOWEVER I WILL NOT WRITE non-consent, Incest (including step siblings), Underaged readers and anything along those lines.

I write for fluff, smut, AND angst. More fluff and smut but yeah. I also ask if you could say ‘please’ when you request because MANNERS PEOPLE!

Do I do ships- YES! Not often but if you ask I’ll do it.

Link to my masterlist here!

I write for various K-pop groups, animes, Voltage games/Otome Visual Novels, and Final Fantasy/Misc. If you need clarification on if I write for a certain character just go ahead and ask

By the way if you see some repeats from my last prompt list, just hushity hush! I liked them okay? It’s our little secret alright? I will NOT take requests from past prompt lists.

... (Actual prompts below the cut) ⬇️

...

1- Have you ever just wanted to...run away from it all?

2-  I’ve wanted to tell you this for a long time...

3- People like that are just jealous of you, you know that right?

4- Stop looking down, you’re too pretty to be that shy.

5- I know you’ve never done anything with anyone before…so I’m gonna make sure your first time is special!

6- You asked me to take care of it...so I’ll take care of it.

7- If anyone even THINKS about touching you, I’ll kick their asses!

8-Oh baby, I treat you like a maid because that’s basically all you are.

9- I love this new angry side of you, it’s so hot.

10- I think I’ll keep you as a pet! You’re fun to mess with.

11- Why can’t you just admit you have feelings for me?!

12- I love you. I-I said it! I just-...I love you so much Y/N

13- I’m not shy! I’m just not used to girls like you being so close to me.

14- Cute? Did you call me cute?!? 

15- Come on! We have so much to do today!

16- Do you want me to sing a song for you to help you get to sleep? Okay then...

17- Well you just kissed me and I don’t even know your name...wanna fix that?

18- Alright, alright! I’ll stop making fun of you okay? Just don’t leave.

19- Hmm, who you tryna’ look sexy for babygirl?

20- Don’t finish that sentence darling...it won’t end well for you.

21- Let’s cuddle and I’ll stroke your hair, okay?

22- I dare you to finish that sentence...

23- Is that my shirt?

24- We can’t be just friends...I’m too in love with you.

25- What. Did. They. Say to you? I won’t ask again.

26- S-so, I guess this means we’re together now?

27- I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day.

28- Shhh, be quiet. We can’t be too loud, babe.

29- When are you going to realize that I can treat you better than he could?!

30- Dance for me. I’ll sit right here and you put on a show, okay?

31- I know it seems like we’re moving too fast but I haven’t felt this way about someone in a long time...I think I’m in love with you

32- Do we have too!? I wore my comfy pants today!

33- If I cared enough to give that asshole the time of day I’d probably be in jail Y/N...

34- Do you think trying to make me jealous is a smart move sweetheart?

35- You’ve been avoiding me...why?

36- I got into a fight, not like I killed someone. Geez Y/N...

37- I didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked...so I got everything they had!

38- I bought takeout! It’s time for me to cheer you up, babe

39- I’d much rather hang out with you than those jerks, what do ya say?

40- *Trips and falls* Oh I’m sorry, I was just making sure I wasn’t dreaming. *flirty smile*

41- I’ll be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had! i promise.

42- How dare you say things about me that are 100% true! I am offended!

43- You know I can tell when you’re lying, right?

44- You know that feeling when it seems like you two are the only people in a room?...That’s how I feel right now.

45- It’s you and me, not us and them. Fuck what they think.

46- You never told me you were in a band!!

47- You’re too cheeky for you own good, kid.

48- Stay a little longer?

49- Say you’re mine! Say it, say it, say it! *Insert giggle here*

50- I think you’ve lost your mind, but okay!

51- Damn, you look good in that dress.

52- Hi, I’m your next best mistake, what’s your name?

53- It breaks my heart to see you so sad.

54- You can lay on my chest if it makes you feel better.

55- Damnit Y/N! I’m trying to confess my feelings to you!

56- I had a dream about you.

57- I know you’re shy around my friends, but they love you!

58- I hate when we fight...let’s just calm down for a second.

59- I didn’t know you liked playing Cat and Mouse.

60- I may or may not have peeked in your diary...

61- Normal? Baby we’re the farthest from it.

62- Avoiding me won’t fix your undying love for me, many have tried but all have failed.

63- Just admit you’re in love with me Y/N...maybe we can have some fun later.

64- Of all the days to be stuck with someone, it’s you...ugh

65- Please never give up for me...or us.

66- Look at me when I fuck you...(I have a feeling this is gonna be a favorite)

67- Aww! Let me play a tune for you on the world’s smallest violin!! (I love spongebob lol) 

68- You never told me you could sing!!

69- Bend over this counter. I need to fill you up.

70- Babe...Lets just calm down. You’re making that face you make when you’re about to-

71- Let’s prepare a Hot Pot today! That always makes us feel better, right? (Hot Pot on a cold rainy day...YESSSS)

72- Me? You...want to be my girlfriend. You sure? Because I am a huge handful.

73- I want you to have my children...I want to be with you forever.

74- Come here girl, let me show you how much I love you.

75- I’ll give you a second chance to fix what you just said babygirl.

76- Everytime I leave you alone, you always make a mess.

78- What’s that thing you do with your neck when you’re mad? Yeah that neck roll thing! Teach me how to do that!

79- Let’s just relax and sleep in all day.

80- You sounded very serious on the phone. What’s up?

81- Yes, I am very awkward and yes I’m probably making this ten times worse than it already is....but 

82- You’re gonna make beg for forgiveness aren’t you.

83- How are we gonna fix this? Because breaking up isn’t an option Y/N.

84- I didn’t think you’d ever love me back...I’m so happy.

85- I wanna meet your parents!

86- Looks like someone could use a visit from the tickle monster!

87- I’d rather die than admit I have feelings for you! You’re disgusting and....perfect in every way,

88- Y/N, Y/N GET IN HERE! WE’RE ON TV!!!

89- Be mine?...I’m gonna keep asking until you say yes! 

90- Okay stop it already! People are gonna think I’m bullying you if you keep sobbing like that.

91- I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong!

92- You’re acting like a four year old right now!

93- Calm down, I’m just giving you a massage.

94- It’s been awhile since...all that happened.

95- Sending memes at three in the morning is NOT productive!

96- Okay...before you get mad, just know I did it because I love you!

97- How many times can I make you blush today, I’m curious to know.

98- Sometimes it’s nice to just stargaze. It calms me down a lot.

99- I suppose this is a good time to mention that I can’t cook!

100- So...about that picture you sent me today....

101- Hm...why don’t you sit on my lap and tell me what you want.

102- I don’t have anything to hide. I’m an open book.

103- Ah! Don’t look at me! I’m not decent! No! Aaah!

104- I mean you could...come to my place! We could have a little date y’know.

105- Snail, Mouse, Pet, Underling, pick a name, Babes.

106- Y/N, I think we’re drunk. And as responsible adults, we should take our clothes off so we don’t suffocate!

107- Okay babe! Tell me all about your day....Your coworker did what?!!

108- I know you’re not asleep, Y/N.

109 - Are you crying because of me? Hm...I didn’t realize I have that effect on you.

110- That’s daddy to you, sweetheart.

ALRIGHT! THOSE ARE THE PROMPTS. GO CRAZY!

[longwindedbore]

Open Carry by Civilians. No reason for it except to stoke fear in the General Public by gun-stroking Bullies.

Non-bullies don’t adopt open carry

US Secret Service guarding the President and VP against assasins carry their machine pistols concealed.

Diplomatic Security Service agents guarding heads of States and Ambassadors against assasinations, bomb throwers and suicide bombers carry their machine pistols concealed.

FBI agents, US Marshals, police detectives set out to find and arrest violent felons with their guns concealed

Close Protection professionals guarding celebrities threatened by derranged persons carry their weapons concealed.

Gangster Bodyguards for Cartel bosses carry their guns concealed.

All professionals y’say? What about...

The volunteer guards at the Church in Texas carried their guns concealed. As soon as the gunman pulled the shotgun - from beneath his coat - the volunteers were reacting with concealed firearms.

[WARNING: real people die in this video]

Consider:

Open carry inherently causes problems

1. Would Open carry create confusion in amongst everyone carrying as to who is who in violent confrontations?

2. Even if Open Carriers are leaving the scene with the rest of the public, first responders don’t know who they are or if they are involved. So first responders must subdivide and continue to subdivide their limited forces to stop and detain the openly armed.

Example of recent Church Shooting vs Miami Dade

1. In the Church video above the gunman needed a powerful weapon at point blank range to kill two people. The argument for high-caliber ‘stoping power’ used by advocates advocating for open carry - long gun more powerful than handgun.

Or is this an argument important to incompetent bullies?

2. The gunman does not employ open carry yet, without training, can deploy a high powered long gun very fast. Simply by starting the fight. “Shooting first”

3. The Church volunteer stops the rampage with marksmanship at 20-30 feet. Using a weapon which he can control and immediately realign to place the shots. Without hitting anyone else in a crowded Church

4. Compare the measured self-trained response of the volunteer parisoners to the publicly trained Miami-Dade Police inthevUPS shooting. A shooting in which 18 officers unload their weapons into a stalled UPS truck. Killing two hostages. Plus missing the truck altogether and hitting an innocent bystander.

5. Unlike the Police, the parishioners trained together on the firing range and thought how they would respond as a team to an active shooter situation. They had confidence in their small arms response.

6. The Miami-Dade officers were trained in a manner that would cost their Department the LEAST amount of money: NOT a Hostage Rescue Team approach. Rather Militarization. “Shooting first is critical! Anyone not shooting is a risking the life of a comrade . No further training needed. Cheaper to pay off any bystander families in out-of-court settlements.”

7. Basic shooting requirements for Police Officers in Florida, as across the country, are minimal. (See link)

https://www.fdle.state.fl.us/CJSTC/Documents/Rules-Forms/WordDoc/CJSTC-86A-3-2013.aspx

8. Worse still. Unlike our militarized police forces, there is no proficiency test for panicky open carry bullies. So they will be “shooting first, spraying on full auto”

Y’think I’m exaggerating the danger of carnage from open carry advocates?

They generate enough deaths just owning guns without shooting.

Consider that all underage school and mall mass shooters come armed with pistols and rifles from their family’s unsecured gun and ammo supplies.

Which US families have masses of firearms? Loaded and/or unsecured? Who has such quantities of weapons lying around?

Who but the demented or the drugged or the alcoholic or the open-carry terror-driven bully leaves loaded weapons around for toddlers to find?

Consider that in the US, and only the US, more than one toddler a week obtains a fully loaded weapon and fires it. Out of this group at least one toddler a week inadvertently kills themselves or a sibling or a parent.

This kind of thing doesn’t happen in war-zones. For one thing in a war zone you can’t be hauling around so many loaded weapons that you overlook some.

These toddlers don’t wrestle these weapons away from an adult family member. Therefore the weapon was left not secured when it is not on the ‘adult’ person who is ‘entitled’ to it.

The toddlers don’t load the weapon; the unsecured weapon is left loaded.

The toddlers didn’t take the safety off; the safety was off.

The toddlers and most small children can’t rack a slide and put a bullet in the breech; the pistol was left with a round under the hammer.

Toddlers and older children do not have with two fingers sufficient strength - 13-15lbs - to fire a revolver or pull the trigger of an uncocked semi-automatic pistol:

“Twenty-five percent of 3- to 4-year-olds, 70% of 5- to 6-year-olds, and 90% of 7- to 8-year-olds have a two-finger trigger-pull strength of at least 10 lb...”

Toddlers and other children DO have the five lbs strength required to fire a cocked semi-automatic pistol left unsecured.

“... Beretta M9 with a double action first trigger pull of approx 13 lbs and a 5 lb single action trigger for each shot after.”

How many of those “tragic accidents” involving toddlers do NOT involve non-demented, non-druggie families.

Instead, how many toddler-shootist gunfirings and deaths involve “traditional values” good families?

Y’know. Open carry advocate families.

Defenders of the Second Amendment Right guaranteeing Profits.

Half of all guns in the US are in the possession of 3% of all adults. [3rd chart below in posting below]

Is the whole 3% untrained leave-‘em-loaded-safety-off-fully-cocked open carry advocates? Constantly buying more and more guns like a drug addict does heroin?

Not the gun collectors - their guns are locked away. They aren’t buying newly manufactured guns.

Not hunters - they are most in danger of being shot by incompetent morons hunting with military rifles who shouldn’t be allowed in the woods. Hunters are often forced out of safety concerns to pay to go to game preserves or wait for bow hunting season. Hunters buy new guns when the old wears out or for specific types of hunting.

Not competitive shooters - like hunters they run a lot of rounds through familiar guns.

Not survivalists - they don’t want outsiders to know they have guns. Open carry advertises.

So some number less than 3% represents 30-40% of all guns owned.

But that “less than 3%” represents a much higher percentage than 50% of all NEW gun sales.

Without HALF their SALES to 4-5 million individuals annually, how many domestic gun manufacturers and gun shops would go out of business?

Without the in-our-faces ugly presence of reminds-me-of-Middle-School-bully Open Carry advocates, what percentage of new gun sales to everyone else would plummet?

Making America Safe Again

As long as irresponsible and incompetent Bullies can Open Carry they will be encouraged by the fear generated to contine their preferred addiction of buying more than half the new guns in the country. Because the other side of generating fear is to know people are thinking and dreaming about killing you the bully.

If bullies couldn’t open carry, would gun sales plummet? Particularly with crime way down.

If we start prosecuting owners for negligence when the underage acquire unsecured weapons, would gun sales plummet?

No background checks needed. Bold of us to assume background checks are much more than Corporate-paid misdirection.

[donvex]

Wait, about your latest Supernatural posts, dying in your 40s is considered dying young? I knew that my family tended to be unhealthy but that is about our normal lifespan? How long do people normally live? (Just to be clear, I am not anxious about this, my mom broke [or at least reduced] the unhealthiness cycle for my siblings and I, I am just confused.)

40s is definitely young, i dont think anyone really starts piecing their life together until their 30s, and that’s only like 10 years of feeling in control. i think dying of old age would be 80s-90s. even 70s is like.... old, but couldve lived longer

according to google, the modern US life expectancy (from like 2018) is 78 years and ‘dying young’ would be dying before your 50s

also uhhhh im SO sorry about all the supernatural posts that have so clearly come out of nowhere. i’m.... grieving