#mama holt

[chibi-pix]

So, Ruby ended up liking this post from way back in 2019 and I thought "What if I worked with that, but making it new, shiny, and with the updated looks?" So here I am. With this beauty. And Pidge and Darrell being a happy family. They deserve this.

Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this one! Commissions are open and available on my Ko-fi! Until next time!

[fxirytxlcfxtc]

Tag Dump - 8/??

[idontplaytrack]

✧ “bye, softie jr.”

Rosa Diaz x teen daughter! reader

warnings: the squad being their usual chaotic selves & rosa being an (over) protective mama. (i love rosa being soft, lol)

in which, the 99 finally meets y/n. unplanned.

continuation to “you’re a softie”

You always wondered how it was possible that no one on the squad’s somehow run into you while you were out with Rosa. Your Mom’s somehow never run into her colleagues outside of work, while she was with you, at least. Due to your closeness in age, the two of you have been mistaken for siblings on many occasions. And on this fine day, you had a first date gone…bad and needed keys to get home. But you left them at home since you left home the same time as Rosa that day to go to school. After school let out at 2:30, you went to lunch with Amelia from your Social Studies class. She was nice, and you liked her- but at the end of the lunch, you’ve come to realise you didn’t actually like her the way you thought you did. Being a 15-minute walk away from the precinct, you decided to use the fact that you needed the house keys as an excuse to mess with her. She wasn’t against you meeting them, thus you your decision to go to the 9-9. Stepping out of the elevator and entering the bullpen, you headed straight for Rosa’s desk barely having to look where you were going.

“Been expecting you. How was the date?”

“Fine, but that was also the last.” You told her and she pulls the one earbud you had in, off. Just for the heck of it.

“Why? Did they do anything-”

“No, I just don’t really vibe with her at all, that’s all. I’m perfectly fine.” You assured.

“Good.”

“I need your keys. Forgot to grab mine since we left together this morning.”

You could feel the eyes on you but you tried to ignore them.

“Here.” She opens up her drawer to get them, “Be home when I’m home. Otherwise, I can’t get in.”

“Of course.” You stifled a laugh, “What time do you clock out?”

“From the looks of it, 6:30? Maybe 7. I’ll pick up dinner on the way, how’s that?”

“That’s great.” You gave her a big smile on purpose just to see how she’d react.

“Hey, Rosa.” Amy says as she walked by you, “Wait—” She stops in her tracks and turned on her heels to take a good look. By now, everyone Rosa worked with was watching. Amy was the last one.

“Who’s this, Roro?” Charles asked.

“Call me that again and I’ll burn your sourdough starter to a crisp.” Rosa threatened. You let a laugh slip- you simply couldn’t take her seriously. She wasn’t like this with you at all- this was an act.

“She looks like she could be your sister.” Terry noted.

“Nope.” Rosa answered, “Try again.” You and Rosa shared a glance. Truthfully, the answer could not have been more obvious if it weren’t for the close age gap. You were pretty much a spitting image of your Mother— thank goodness.

“No way- it can’t be.” Jake broke the silence. Amy analysed Rosa’s face then yours, noting that the two of you had your arms crossed the same, with the same expressions on your face. Even the way you were dressed- heavily influenced by Rosa’s style. A light bulb went off in her mind.

“Rosa, I cannot believe this- you have a teenage daughter and this is first time we’re meeting her?!”

Terry’s mouthful of yogurt felt like it got caught in his throat, Charles nearly spilled his coffee all over himself, Jake’s bag of gummies and jellybeans fell from his hand and hilariously scattered all over the floor. Hitchcock and Scully? As clueless as ever. Solely focused on their bags of chips. Oh, and Gina who immediately snapped a photo of you two side by side. There was pin drop silence in the bullpen up until Holt came out to check on his squad. “Why is it so quiet? This is extremely unlike your usual selves.” He remarked, then he quickly spotted an unfamiliar person— you standing by Rosa’s desk. Now, it got awkward.

“They’ve just met my daughter and they’re shocked.” Rosa informs him.

“I see.” He nodded emotionlessly, “Nice to meet you, y/n.”

“Captain Holt. Likewise.” You gave him a polite smile.

“Everybody, get back to work.” He ordered. The buzz continues. “Will you guys wait until I’ve at least left the precinct to talk about me?” You sassed.

“How old are you?” Jake asked.

“17.”

“Damn. Respect, Rosa.” Jake’s eyes widened, “You were 18?!”

“Okay, that’s it. You guys already know too much.” Rosa decided, “No more questions. y/n, go home.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You joked.

“Stop it.” She said back, acting cracking a smile.

“Boy, I haven’t seen you this close to smiling since never.” Jake commented.

“I heard you had a date? Who’s the lucky guy?” Boyle asks.

“Charles, right?” You cleared your throat, “I’m a lesbian, so there was no guy.”

“Oh. I- I am so sorry.” He stutters.

“Why are you afraid of a 17-year old?” Rosa snorted.

“Why isn’t she afraid of you?” Charles retorted before he even thought it through.

“I am loving this.” Gina sighs.

“Why would she need to be? We’re practically best friends.” She shrugged. Now, they were even more curious about how Rosa was like outside of work. “Okay, you need to get home.”

“I’m going, I’m going. I know.” You sigh, throwing your hands up in mock defeat, “You’ll pick up my prescription?”

“I remember, y/n, yes.”

The squad says bye to you as you turned to leave. In retrospect, you could’ve easily passed some time at the nearby library and did some work but you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity to meet her friends officially.

“Byeee, softie…junior.” Jake called out, causing you to laugh as you hit the elevator button.

[mommyhelenblog]

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[vint-knight]

Epic The Wisdom Saga Ranking:

SO I really loved this saga so here's my ranking and if you guys want to, you can add it your list by rebloging as well!

1: Little Wolf: Just from the start with Antinous being cold and vicious, Aryon killed it as always, I thought it would just be a long fight of Tele vs Antinous until it would end with either Penelope or Athena (perhaps both saving him in the last moment) But I was genuinely surprised to see Athena appear and aid Telemachus, also their dynamic is cute, and the animation, Liam Davidson delivered it with the videogame aspect of it and Luzia coming with the absolute beautiful animation and expressions, especially Telemachus, and Teagan just throws it out of the park here, I really love her voice that she has been doing since the rereleased Troy/Cyclops Saga albums and how it goes from a Tele getting his ass kicked, to Tele getting some aid but still getting beat up, while leaving some bruises to Antinous and how the Little Wolf taunt was more used like a compliment.

2: Love in Paradise: I would have thought this was gonna be like at the bottom (not in terms of bad, but just not quite top tier) first off the Time-Dive by Mircsy was absolute mind-blowing, from Aeolus, to Poseidon which I really liked because of how quick the "Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves" to Circe, Tiresias, Sirens, Scylla which has a really cool shot! and then ending with Thunder Bringer, then we have Gigi! her animation was amazing as always, we get introduced to Calypso who is played by the wonderful Barbara Wangui! she sounds so fun and playful but I like the general creepy vibes given to Calypso, then the cliff scene this absolutely shocked me then I remembered it was accurate to how Homer's Odysseus felt almost sucidial during his time on Ogygia, the belting Jorge lets out, letting out every single part of Odysseus's anguish before screaming for Athena, absolutely gut-wrenching it almost made me tear up

3: We'll Be Fine: I love this song so much, the absolute feels you can feel from Teagan's Athena, the guilt she feels that she can't even sleep, also noticed some lyrics were changed like "When I'll never left home shores" which I find intriguing, the growing friendship between Tele and Athena is just so wholesome and love the ending with him trying to lean his head on her shoulder then falling on his face lmao

4: Legendary: This was absolutely a great start, MICO as Telemachus was absolutely incredible and very proud of how he portrayed Telemachus, nice that Argos is shown following (sad that he was failing to catch Tele because he's a very old dog who's sick) a perfect song to show how a son wants to live up to his father that he never got to meet, the "Man of The House" callback with the suitors and Antinous being an absolute asshole, "DON'T YOU DARE CALL MY MOTHER A TRAMP" from Tele was delivered so well, showing how much respect and protectiveness he has for his mama.

5: God Games: Honestly I would have thought this was going to be at least at the top 1 or 2 for the list, obviously everyone did great, Brandon as Apollo was amazing, love how nonchalant he seemed, wish his part was a bit more longer (but he is LVL1, so it makes sense in video game terms) Hephaestus was quite good, Jorge's dad did amazing and the fact he's also a builder is very ironic, I was quite fine with his part being short because if the "Odysseus took Achilles's armour that Hephaestus specifically made for Achilles" because EPIC doesn't stay too long on the Trojan War (besides references and callbacks etc etc) Janani K. Jha and Earle Grensham Jr did SO GOOD as Ares and Aphrodite, love the fact that Aphrodite's love domain isn't just romantic or lustful love, it's motherly love as well, then we have POSEY as Hera!, love the disco music part of Hera's music, also Anniflamma's animation was so cute and funny! with Athena awkwardly dancing along with Hera, then we have Zeus's part.... alright first off Luke Holt POPPED OFF on this one, his voice was so intimidating here then in Thunder Saga or Troy Saga, the "Thunder Bringer" being brought back with that deep tone he brought in, but I do have some criticism which is I wish Zeus had more words to say, also did not like how he came off like a sore loser (he can be that in the myths sometimes) But I thought it more off like he was actually ashamed of Athena trying so hard to defend this "man full of shame" which in my opinion makes me think that he also felt shame was gonna be brought upon him for the fact The King of Gods's daughter basically going all this way to free one mortal man, besides that I love the small flashback with Athena and baby Telemachus which shows how determined that she is not only doing this for Odysseus, but for his son, then the end was okay, nice to see Ares was genuinely concerned for her, same for the other gods and it ending with Athena being unconscious (also the red blood is kinda explained as her becoming more human by Gwendy who did the last animation for God Games) still like the song but wished it was more longer

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Lady Isolt, heir apparent of the Duke of Loyret, looked silently out of the window of the carriage rattling swiftly away from the city gates of Dolar, back towards tranquil Ylen. Her mother required no conversational response as she lamented her failures and celebrated her successes in acquiring her purchases.

“Can you believe there was not a single alchemist with eternal candles on hand? And I sanctioned Holt to pay thrice the usual if need be! Your father will be vexed.”

That should please him then, it would spare him the trouble of having to find an excuse on his own.

“Ugly thoughts make ugly faces, young lady,” the Duchess scolded and Isolt listened wearily to a repetition of her fears, demands and wishes concerning her behaviour. In the distance the first trees began to announce the woodlands separating Ylen from the capital.

“When you are a little older and a little wiser,” her mother concluded. “Your father will teach you how to run the estate, and you shall have a clear purpose again.”

“I have been of age these two years mother, nothing prevents me from inheriting but father’s threat of disowning me,” Isolt responded rashly. This was a mistake.

The look in the Duchess ’ warm brown eyes, so very like her own, cooled to a sharp chill. “Do not be vulgar, dearest, we do not inherit, we succeed.”

Isolt held her tongue and her mother looked unhappy.

“Or perhaps you will marry,” she said, after a short silence. “You might even move away. It is not at all disreputable, you know, to let one's marriage take one abroad. Lady Helm's youngest son was very lately married to a baron from Kanne and she shall certainly not see him for a twelve month.”

“How fortunate for the happy couple,” Isolt said evenly. “I rejoice at their freedom to leave.”

“If you were to cede your place...” The Duchess smiled knowingly. “You may have a sibling yet.”

“We both know that will not happen, Mama.”

Her mother, still every bit the dark, slender beauty she was in the portraits painted thirty years ago, looked stricken. Isolt hastened to add:

"Whom could I marry? I do not have your talents for directing my affections."

It was a poor deflection, but her mother grasped at it. “Well, Fates ordaining, you will learn . Honestly Isolt, the way you run on, if I had done as you do, my father would have sent me to serve at one of the shrines. ”

If she had been in her mother ’s position, she would have gone, gladly.

“You are so disagreeable.” Her mother turned away from her. “What a way to celebrate our first outing in months. Next time you must come with me to the salon, instead of charging off on your own. I could have had need of Holt myself, you know.”

Isolt bowed her head and turned back to the window. Poor Holt. He had been so distressed at losing sight of her. At least he would never dare to tell her parents.

Not until it no longer mattered.

[Read the rest of The Heiress and the Rogue on AO3!]

[onestormeynight]

Jerrica Holt

Capricorn, Materialistic, Outgoing, Spoiled, Ambitious Prompt 6 from @sisisimss BHMCAS Challenge: Hoochie Mama

[clarkes-and-god]

Fabian Holt's post on Chestnut Ridge Community Page:

Hey everyone! We're Fabian and Beth Holt, and we've just moved all the way from Brindleton Bay to this beautiful town. We're so excited to say that we're planting a church, which will be starting from our home in Galloping Gulch. What makes this extra special is that we're working with Brindleton Bay Baptist Church (link to their website here), which is led by the excellent Pastor Jonah James, Beth's father. We are so happy for this opportunity, and we'll be having coffee and Bible study at our house at 11am on Sunday if anyone wants to come!

Comments:

Kimberly Stuart: Church plant at your age? Graduate college first 😂😂😂

Danielle Davies: Because we need another church! Three churches for a town of 1,000 and y'all thought we could do with another one!

Krystal Webber: Danielle I looked at that website and the girl's got 11 siblings, if she's anything like her mama it won't be 1,000 for long 😂

[lalalaugenbrot]

Samstag - Adam & Leo im Transporter, Fußballfans, Sofatragen, Leo wird zum Krankenhaus gerufen, Adam wird überfallen, Leo im Krankenhaus, alle 4 im Präsidium, Leo und Esther zur Heimatschänke, Pia und Adam zu Andis Wohnung, Vor-Ort-Ermittlungen, dann Adam & Leo zu Alina - Alina muss zur Spätschicht, Pia und Esther im Präsidium, rufen Adam & Leo im Auto an, Adam & Leo zur Party, Gespräch auf Brücke, Leo bei Adam Bett beziehen (Tiger, miau)

Sonntag - morgens Rémy Feierabend, Autounfall, Pia & Esther dahin, Adam & Leo zu Boris in den Knast, alle 4 Besprechung im Büro, dann auf dem Dach, Esther zu Henny, Adam & Leo zu Alina & Stella (Gürkchen), Esther alleine zur Heimatschänke, Pia zu Lechs (Carlos), Adam & Leo zu Rémy, Adam & Leo abends bei Adam (ja, nein, och Mann)

Montag - Stella und Carlos Lech im Präsidium, Adam & Leo zur Heimatschänke - Finger ab, Krankenhaus, Breakup, Adam Raucherpause mit Dr. Lech, dann alleine zur Heimatschänke, Pia und Esther im Boxclub, Pia und Leo abends im Präsidium (Gespräch über Adam), Adam alleine zuhause mit schlafender Mama

Dienstag - Pia hat die Nacht durchgemacht, Leo kommt morgens ins Präsidium (hat wenigstens versucht zu schlafen), fahren zusammen zu Lechs, Dr. Lech war gerade ins Bett, gesteht, dass er Alina gesehen hat, Adam holt Sporttasche aus Schreibtischschublade, dann werden Esther & er zum Hooliganüberfall gerufen, Massenschlägerei, Alina vermöbelt Adam, Pia und Leo kommen dazu, Leo findet Geld

[strictpunishedhubby]

Ich gebe zu, es war unhöflich von mir einer Bekannten von meiner Frau ins Wort zu fallen. Äußerst verlegen war ich, als meine Frau mich mit dem Worten jäh unterbrach, " Wenn Erwachsene reden, haben kleine Jungen zu schweigen! Über Deine Ungezogenheit reden wir zu Hause!" Die Dame, die über mich ebenfalls verärgert war, sah mich verächtlich und mit leichtem Grinse an, nachdem mich meine Frau so abgekanzelt hatte. Sie nickte dabei mit ihrem Kopf, um so die Worte meiner Frau zuzustimmen. So gedemütigt stand ich mit rotem Kopf noch eingeschüchtert und schweigend über eine viertel Stunde neben den beiden, als sie endlich ihr Gespräch beendeten.

Zu Hause angekommen ging sofort das Donnerwetter los.

"Du hast Dich benommen wie ein ungezogener Rotzjunge! Blamiert hast Du mich, einfach einer erwachsenen Dame ins Wort zu fallen! Du bist mal wieder rückfällig in Deine Kindheit mit Deinem Betragen gefallen! Wie mir Deine Mama sagte, war damals Dein Verhalten oft genauso schlimm! Natürlich wird das entsprechende Folgen für Dich haben! Glaubst Du etwa, ich lasse Dir Deine respektlose Ungezogenheit durchgehen? Was hat damals Deine Mama mit Dir gemacht, wenn Du Dich so ungezogenen verhalten hast? Na sag es mir, was hat sie dann mit Dir gemacht?"

"Sie hat meinen Po verhauen!"

"Richtig, aber Du bist mein erwachsener Ehemann und noch immer ungezogen! Noch immer verhältst Du Dich so oft wie ein vorlauter, kleiner Bengel! Deshalb habe ich mir eine für Dich angemessen Bestrafung überlegt! Die nächsten zwei Tage werde ich Dich in Dein Kleinmädchenleibchen stecken, dasjenige in dem Du Dich besonders schämst! Das Kleinmädchenleibchen an dem Du Strapse annähen musstest und aussieht wie ein Mädchenleibchen aus den 60er Jahren! Natürlich wirst Du daran Deine braunen, langen, dicken, Wollstrümpfe anstrapsen, so wie es sich bis in die 60rer Jahre für ein züchtiges, kleines braves Mädchen gehörte!

Bitte, bitte lass mich nicht diese schrecklichen Mädchensachen anziehen! Du weißt doch wie tief ich mich in diesem Outfit schäme, weil ich ständig darin erinnere werde, wie ich damals gehänselt, verspottet und aufgezogen wurde, vor allem von meinen Klassenkameraden, die meine Hose heruntergezogen haben und mir dabei so heftig auf meinen Po geschlagen haben, sodass ich immer dabei heftig geweint habe. Mädchen haben mir hinterhergerufen, "schaut mal, Mamas kleiner Mädchenschlüpferträger, der bekommt bestimmt noch von seiner Mama den Po verhauen!" Es waren auch Mädchen dabei, die wesentlich jünger als ich waren. Meine Wäsche war schon damals altmodisch, und ich glaube keines dieser Mädchen trug noch solche konservative Wäsche. Ich wollte dann immer vor Scham in den Boden versinken. Manche Mädchen haben mir sogar dabei auf den Po gehauen!

„Du hast mir das richtige Stichwort gegeben! Während den nächsten zwei Tage bekommst Du jeden Abend, bevor Du abends um halb sieben im Bett liegen wirst, von mir mit dem Kochlöffel und Rohrstock heftig Deinen Po versohlt! Deinen nackten Po! Je nach Deinem Betragen noch ein paar Tage länger! So, mein Bübchen, dann zieh mal sofort die vorgeschriebene Wäsche an! Vergiss nicht den großen Kochlöffel und einen Rohrstock mitzubringen, denn gleich werde ich Deine Jugenderinnerungen auffrischen! Du wirst dabei mindestens genauso weinen wie damals oder noch heftiger! An beiden Abenden bevor Du ins Bett gehst, oder je nach Deinem Verhalten noch für längere Zeit!"

Vollkommen eingeschüchtert, besorgt und beschämt schlich ich mich zu meinem Kleiderschrank, um die vorgeschriebene Wäsche, die Du hier siehst, anzuziehen. Danach holte ich den großen Kochlöffel und den Rohrstock, ging nur so angezogen zu meiner Frau, um sie weinerlich zu bitten, weil ich einer erwachsenen Person, und dann auch noch einer Dame, in ungezogener Weise ins Wort gefallen bin, mit der verdientermaßen Bestrafung anzufangen!

Meine Frage an Dich, sollen ungezogene Männer nur mit Prügelstrafen erzogen werden, oder hältst Du wie in meinem Fall zusätzliche Beschämung, frühe Bettzeiten, Haus -und Stubenarrest, strenge Gebote und Verbote für angebracht?

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 I admit it was unmannered of me to interrupt a friend of my wife's. I was extremely embarrassed when my wife abruptly interrupted me by saying, "When adults talk, little boys have to be silent! We'll talk about your naughtiness at home!" The lady who was also annoyed about me looked at me contemptuously and with a slight grin after my wife scolded me like that. She nodded her head in agreement with my wife's words. So humiliated, I stood next to the two, still intimidated and silent for over a quarter of an hour, when they finally ended their conversation.

As soon as we got home, the thunderstorm started.

"You behaved like a naughty snotty boy! You embarrassed me to just interrupt a grown lady! You once again relapsed into your childhood with your behavior! As your mom told me, your behavior back then was often just as bad! Of course, this will have consequences for you! Do you think I'll let you get away with your disrespectful naughtiness? What did your mom do to you back then when you behaved so naughtily? Tell me, what did she do to you then?"

 "She spanked my butt!"

 "Right, but you are my grown husband and still naughty! You still behave so often like a cheeky little rascal! That's why I've thought about an appropriate punishment for you! For the next two days I'll put you in your little girl's camisole, the one you're particularly ashamed of! The little girl's camisole to which you had to sew suspenders and looks like a girl's camisole from the 60s! Of course, you will attach your brown, long, thick, woolen stockings to it, just as it should be for a modest, good little girl up until the 1960s !”

Please, please don't let me put on this awful girly stuff! You know how embarrassed I am in this outfit, because I will constantly reminding myself of being teased, mocked and tormented back then, especially by my classmates who pulled down my pants and slapped my butt so hard that I always cried profusely!"Girls called after me, "Look, mommy's little girl panty wearer, he'll definitely get his butt spanked by his mommy!" There were also girls who were much younger than me. My lingerie was old-fashioned even then, and I don't think any of these girls wore such conservative lingerie anymore. I always wanted to sink into the ground in shame. Some girls even slapped my butt doing it!

"You gave me the right cue! Every evening for the next two days, before you go to bed at half past six in the evening, I will spank your butt with a wooden spoon and a cane! Your bare butt! Depending on your behavior a few more days! So, my little boy, put on the prescribed underwear right away! Don't forget to bring the big wooden spoon and a cane with you, because I'll refresh your youth memories in a moment! You will cry at least as much as then or even more violently! Both nights before you go to bed, or for a longer time depending on your behavior!"

Totally intimidated, worried and embarrassed, I snuck into my closet to put on the mandatory lingerie you see here.

After that I got the big wooden spoon and the cane, went to my wife, only dressed like that, to appeal to her tearfully because I naughtily interrupted a grown person, and then a lady too, to start with the punishment I deserved!

My question to you, should naughty men only be brought up with beatings, or do you consider additional shaming, early bed times, house and room arrest, strict commandments and prohibitions to be appropriate, as in my case?

[chibi-pix]

Y'know what makes me happy? Some enjoyable Mama Paladin content. So we have Katie showing Darrell children's shows from Earth. Hey, even if it doesn't get him talking yet, it's entertaining and even she probably enjoys them. And yes, she's showing him Blue's Clues. I remember growing up with that. The planet song (shown in the screenshot used) is what helped me memorize the planets in our system, and I can see Pidge using that to teach Darrell about her solar system.

Anywho! I hope y'all enjoy this one! Commissions are open and available on my Ko-fi. Until next time!

[literalcyborg]

List of relatively underrated songs that make me sob:

Eyes Closed by Dafna

Cryptid by Madilyn Mei

When the World Ends by Madilyn Mei

Photograph by Cody Fry

Invincible by Jay Page

Lover In the Sky by Reinaeiry

Mama, I Didn’t Sign Up For This by Alysari

Persephone by Daisy the Great

Boreas by The Oh Hellos

Purpose Is Glorious by Natalie Holt

Go to town, folks :)

[some-weebs-posts]

What I think Jackson Jekyll/Holt Hyde's parents would look/act/be named like. Made with Picrew

This is hardly based on anything expect maybe some book or diaries and has been mostly based on headcanons that have snowballed for a couple of years

Dr. (and Mrs.) Sydney Jekyll (Normie)

Hair: Blonde

Hair Style: Low bun or ponytail

Eyes: Blue

Skin: Caucasian

Killer Style: Business woman

Personality: Stern

Freaky Flaw: She's the breadwinner of the family, so she focuses too much on work. She never told her sons about each other because she was too busy and didn't think it was important (not to mention it was easier not to on her part). On that note, she can't keep track of Jackson/Holt at all and never notices when they leave the house or hang out with friends. She didn't even notice when he went to jail. She's too busy trying to have a job and keep her job for once.

Mrs. Helga Hyde (Monster, Hyde)

Hair: Black

Hair Style: Loose and wild

Eyes: Black

Skin: Green

Killer Style: Jersey Shore, short black dress

Personality: Boisterous

Freaky Flaw: Helga is a party animal who loves to get wild and be wild; however, her and Sydney's latest trigger has been strong emotions, or more specifically being angry or worried for their sons when they think too much into it, so she, nicknamed Mama Hyde, only comes out when something bad has happened. The problem is that she keeps coming out while Sydney is at work and causes her to lose her job. Their family keeps having to move for different job opportunities. Due to this, her and Sidney don't have the best relationship and try to keep everything under wraps.

Dr. Carson Jekyll-Hyde (Monster, Fire Elemental)

Hair: Red

Hair Style: Short and up, beard across jawline

Eyes: Red

Skin: Orangey-yellow

Killer Style: T-Shirt and Jeans, sometimes a button-up and lab coat

Personality: Shy, Yes Man

Freaky Flaw: He was not as famous of a scientist as his wife, so she needed to keep her last name. He didn't mind taking hers instead when they got married. While he is a scientist, he works remotely. He does not make as much money as his Sydney. Unfortunately, Carson is rather a push-over and does whatever his wives say. Because of this, he avoided telling Jackson/Holt about each other as his wives (mostly Sydney) found it inconvenient. He tries to make end's meet when he can, so he mostly stays cooped up working on the computer or in the lab in their basement. He hardly keeps track of either of his wives or sons and is kind of along for the ride. If anything, Carson is the backseat passenger of his own life. Luckily, the latest place his wives picked to move was near his sister's, so at least his sons and their cousin, Heath, could go to school together.

[hannahhook7744]

You’re on Your Own, Kid (You Always Have Been);

Summary: The Badun Detective Agency founding members (and Elle) are used to being on their own. Here are just a few examples. Cowritten with @igetthedisneybox . Trigger warnings: child abuse, child neglect, child abandonment, swearing, mentioned child murder, animal abuse, car accidents leading to serious injuries, implied suicide, child labor, ableism, etc.

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The rain pelted the ground as the sky above thundered on.

Helga tightened her grip on the two baskets in her hand, making sure they didn’t slip. Despite her heavy load, she traversed the streets of the Isle with all the grace and poise of an assassin, until she finally made it to her destination.

Hell Hall.

Sneaking up the steps, she placed the two baskets on the doorstep, making sure the note was fully visible.

Her twin babies stared up at her, blinking innocently. Harold had the letter addressed to their father and the De Vil’s clutched in his chubby fist.

“Be good you two. But be sure to give them hell. God knows they’ll need it.”

“Ma—” Her daughter, Mabletrude, babbled happily. Reaching for her with one hand and clutching her little wooden doll in the other.

Helga felt a pain in her chest, but she ignored it. “Bye, little ones. Ma loves you.” She banged her fist on the door three times, then ran into the bushes, out of sight, but able to watch.

Harry watched her go and when he realized she wasn't going to come back and get them, he started to wail. 

Loud swearing could be heard from inside for a few minutes before someone finally answered the door. 

It took her a moment to recognize them.

“Hunter.” She breathed, almost wanting to come out of the bushes, to see her son. But she thought better of it. He would only be angry.

That is, if he even recognized her. They hadn't seen each other since before her Archer (his father) died more than nine years ago, after all.

The bleach blonde looked around confused for a moment before looking down—his brown eyes going comically wide before he hesitantly took them inside.

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The last thing Elle remembered when she woke up was the family car crashing and pain. Horrible, horrible pain in her back and legs that was nothing like she'd ever felt before in her long three years of life. 

Pain that was now completely gone. Replaced by a strange numbness that was completely overshadowed by how blurry everything in this strange, new, bright place was. 

“Mama?”

Her mother didn't respond or come running to her call. 

“Papa?”

Her father didn't either. 

So…Elle tried to get up, only to faceplant on the floor—causing the little brunette to start crying. 

A man and a woman, who had been standing outside the door talking to a nurse, came rushing in. “Are you alright, dear?”

“I want my mama!” Elle sniffled, trying to push herself to her feet—almost causing her to faceplant agan. 

The woman gently lifted her up and back onto the bed. “Honey…your mama had to go away.”

“Then I wants papa!”

The man winced. “Your papa had to go away too. I’m sorry, little one.”

“I wanna go home then!” Elle yelled, getting more and more frustrated. “I wanna go home!”

The woman sighed. “Dear…we’re gonna be taking you to our home for now.”

“Why?”

“Since your parents…someone needs to take care of you. We decided that we wanted to be the ones to take care of you.” Eric chimed in.

Elle made a face. Trying to understand. “I don't… I don't understands.”

“We know, Elle.” Ariel tried to soothe. “This is hard to understand. We’ll try and help you the best we can.”

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A loud bang rang out throughout the small area of land where the Bing circus was located, followed by an even louder, high-pitched scream. 

It came from Maximilian and Hermie Bing’s trailer. 

“Goodness, what was that?” Colette looked alarmed at the trailer.

Holt looked wary. “No idea. Should we go check it out?”

Colette looked at him like he was insane. “Somebody just screamed from our boss’s trailer. Yes we should go check it out!”

Holt got up, still wary and looked at the others: Mainly his two children—Joey and Milly. “You two stay here.”

Just then, the screaming got louder. 

Holt whirled around towards the sound. “That sounds like Hermie! Let’s go!” He began to run towards the sound.

“DADDY! DADDY!” The seven year old’s cries became clearer and clearer the closer he got. 

“Hermie!” Holt called out as he and Colette approached the trailer.

She didn't respond and just kept screaming. 

Bursting into the trailer, all they could see was the little brunette standing in the doorway to her dad's room. Her back to them. 

“Hermie? What’s wrong, what happened?” Colette approached the screaming girl cautiously. Only to immediately get a glimpse of some kind of red liquid on the floor. 

Colette tried to pull Hermie away from the door. “Holt, go get…somebody. Anybody. There’s…I think there’s blood…” She trailed off.

Holt didn't need to be told twice. 

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Jace sniffled, pressing the coldest thing he could find to his wrist. 

His mother hovered over him, unsure of what else she could do. “See? It’s not that bad. That’ll heal up nicely.”

“I hate her, mama.” the seven year old replied miserably. “And I hate him too.”

“Hate isn’t a very nice word, dear.” Katrina said through a wince.

“Well Cru-ella isn't nice either.” He huffed, defiant.

“I know, I know. But we have to be better than her.”

“Which isn’t hard.” She thought, but did not say.

“How can we be better if she kills us like she did the others?” Jace muttered. Grumpily.

Katrina blinked. She felt like all the breath had been stolen from her lungs. “What are you talking about?”

The smaller brunette squinted at her, clearly confused. “Whaddya mean what am I talking about? She killeds James and maybe the others too.”

James was Jace’s oldest half brother. 

It seemed like all she could do was stare. “Jacey? Please tell Mommy that you're joking. That this is a prank.”

He looked even more confused. “No… she pushed him down the stairs cause he wouldn't let her hit Hunter.”

Katrina tried to catch her breath. This was…she didn’t know how to deal with this. But first things first: Jace could not see her try and figure this out. “My, look at the time. It’s bedtime for Jacey.”

Jace grumbled. “Do I have to mama?”

“Yes. Good boys go to bed.” Just a few more minutes, and then she could break down. She could try and figure things out.

He huffed but went anyway, figuring that he could just spend more time with her in the morning.

But she wasn't there in the morning.

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Little Reza flapped his hands in excitement as he read the astronomy book he'd found.

“Cut that out!” His father snapped at him, looking up from his work.

The nine year old immediately shrunk away from him. 

“And that book is mine. Are you trying to steal from me, child?” His voice became dangerously low.

“N-no father, I found it in the barge. It's not your—”

“Give it here!” Tareq interrupted, holding out his hand. “You little thief! You should know better than to touch my things!”

“No! It's mine—”

In one fell swoop, Tareq had ripped the book out of Reza’s hands, while simultaneously shoving him backwards. He thumbed through the book, disgust on his face. “Bah. I got the newest addition years ago. Garbage.” He tossed the book onto his desk, high enough that Reza couldn’t reach.

Reza couldn't help but scowl. Forgetting where he was.

“What was that?” Tareq glared at his son.

The ravenette backed away. “N-nothing baba.”

“What did I say about that word?!” He shoved himself right near Reza’s face, teeth ground together.

The small boy backed away, hunching in on himself.

“Go to your room, and stay there. Think about what you have done.”

Reza did, but not before mumbling “I hate you.”

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Eddie stood outside of Hades’ Souvlaki at 4am. Waiting for it to open. 

Luckily for him, Fern Coachmen was opening that morning and spotted him out the window. “Uh hello? What are you doing out there?”

The little brunette perked up. “Are you still hiring?”

Fern looked left and right, seeing if the boy was alone. “Are you volunteering?”

“Yes ma'am!”

“How old are you?” She asked, concerned.

He peered at her with big brown eyes, tilting his head to the side slightly. He wore clothes several sizes too big, even by isle kid standards (reminding her of her younger brother, Warren) and his eyes were slathered in eyeliner, making him look loosely like a raccoon. “Does it matter?”

Fern felt her motherly instincts kick in. “I suppose not, it’s not like this is particularly dangerous work. What’s your name, dear?”

“Edmund Balthazar, but everybody calls me Eddie.” 

“Eddie.” She smiled warmly. “I’m Fern. Come on in, we can warm you up. Get you something to eat.”

“Does this mean I get the job?”  He asked, following her in without a second thought. Making her wonder if he was even an isle kid to begin with, because most children she knew—even ones younger than this boy looked, tended to be wary. 

“Sure thing. We’ll see what we can do with you.” She hesitated. “Do…do your parents know that you’re here?”

“Kinda. Mama’s memory ain't so great anymore but I'm sure daddy will remember I'm here. He would have come instead but he can't move good no more after his fall.” The brunette shrugged, rolling up his sleeves. 

Fern couldn’t remember much about the Balthazars. Her and Panic never paid much mind to Isle gossip. “I see. Well, as long as they’re…semi okay with it.”

“They are!”

She smiled again. “Well, welcome aboard, Eddie!”

He smiled sleepily at her, with bags under his eyes that were heavier than any child's should be. 

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Yzla cried and cried into the cat shaped pillow her father had brought her on his latest visit back to the isle. 

Miserable.

“Why so glum, little one?” Her father’s voice sounded from behind her.

“You know why.” She sniffed. 

Cedric sighed. “I know you don’t like it when I leave for work. But it’s only temporary. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“But you just got here. Do you really have to go? Grandmother's always meaner when you're gone and Zevon always acts worse!”

“I’m sorry, Yzzy. I really am. I’m sure you can talk with your mother about these things, maybe she can help with Zevon?” Azma was a lost cause, so Cedric didn’t bother mentioning her.

“Mom tries but Zevon is hard to handle.” Yzla scowled, grumpy. “And she's got her handful with grandmother. And the twins can only do so much– especially when Lil Yaz keeps riling her up.”

He sighed again, frustrated. “There’s nothing I can do, Yzla. If I don’t go to work, I don’t get money, and if I don’t get money, we can’t eat or do science anymore.”

“Just leave me alone.” The eleven mumbled. “I'll handle it myself, like I always do.” 

Cedric immediately regretted being snappy with his daughter, but she didn’t seem to be in the mood for apologies, so he decided to let her be. “I love you, Yz. I’ll be back before you know it.” He smoothed her hair.

She said nothing. Knowing there was nothing she could say that would better the situation.

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Sheldon the turtle took a look at his surroundings, very displeased.

He was surrounded. By garbage.

How uncivilized.

He tottered along on his little stubby legs, nosing around some compost wondering if anything was decent enough to eat. 

He hadn't eaten all day!

He was gonna starve if he didn't find something this instance.

Oh, his family was going to get bit when he got back home. 

“Don't worry! I'll save you!”

Sheldon looked up from his musings to find a human child—different from the one in his family—with a brown bowl cut for hair, and brown eyes, and baggy clothes, leaning over the edge of the barge.

He blinked at the human child, wishing he could tell him that he could save himself thank you very much.

But he couldn’t. Because he was a turtle.

The child squirmed, sticking his tongue out in concentration as he moved forward. A net in hand. “Don't be scared!”

“Eddie, who are you talking to you?” Another human  child asked from out of Sheldon’s line of sight. 

The first child ignored them. 

Sheldon barely had time to wonder if he was going to try and catch him with that net, before he was scooped up like a common fish!

Along with a pair of… what did his human call them? Nomchunks?...

“There we go! I got ya little guy. Don't worry. My friends and I will take real good care of ya!”

[minilev]

just read this ask and

WHAT

tell me how you have journeyed from hating HoW to creating some of the most stunning art for the fandom!!

ASJHSHKJKSKJSJ! Ok

I watched it for the fist time somewhere around when the movie came out. I wasn't into horror at all, I avoided any slasher things (stupid genre!) and didn't even know anyone could be into slashers (then years on tumblr considering slasherfuckers sick people followed ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) I didn't know any of those people except Jared Padalecki and Paris Hilton. Absolutely disgusting messy flick for horny teenagers. None of the antagonists aroused any sympathy - cutting a finger off??? doing all those things to a gregnant girl??? Like, Krueger, Voorhees and Myers already were iconic for me but the Sinclairs? Never! Too cruel, perverted and kinda realistic.

And here I am rewatching it more than a decade later. By this time I understand horror as a genre, I'm riding my slashers wave. Both Brian Van Holt and Damon Herriman are more important for me than Padalecki and Hilton ever were (thanks to Basic and Justified)

finally able to appreciate the wax set and all the details

so 2000s I'm so nostalgic for! Delicious soundtrack with Disturbed, Deftones and Marilyn Manson (they just don't make em like that no more)

beautiful score by John Ottman starting with first seconds and setting the tone for the entire movie✨

i find Carly annoying but her white tank top-bloody lips-golden locks look is 🤌

mama Louisiana (it's not ofc but imagination does the work)

Brian Van Holt's microexpressions (hard to catch them while watching the movie but thank you all the gifmakers, @sweeetestcurse in particular!)

And here I am now🙈 I hated Bo the most and he was the one who shifted smth in me. THIS IS THE POWER OF GIFS ON TUMBLR!

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Namibia 2023/24 - Tag 4

Herrschaften und Oukies!

Was ist das für ein Stress hier!

Da will man Urlaub machen und hat einen dicht getakteten Stundenplan. Von wegen ausschlafen, nix da.

Um 8 Uhr gibt es wieder Frühstück für alle zusammen.

Dann heißt es: Sonnencreme auftragen, Hut aufsetzen, Getränke mitnehmen und los geht es zur Kontrollfahrt über die Farm.

Heute wurde der alte Chevy genutzt, der auch schon über 5 Jahrzehnte auf dem Buckel hat.

Die Farm hat über 100 Farmtore, die alle geöffnet und natürlich auch wieder geschlossen werden müssen, wenn wir hindurch fahren.

Zuerst geht es zu den einzelnen Posten mit den Rindern.

Dabei stellten wir heute fest, dass die Wasserpumpe nicht funktionierte und über 100 Rinder ohne Wasser da standen.

Rainer schickte umgehend seinen "Lehrling" Marcel und seinen Angestellten Karel raus, um Wasser zu fahren.

Kilometer um Kilometer wird der Zaun abgefahren.

Die Feuerschneise zu den Nachbarn wird dabei genau so kontrolliert, wie das Wachstum der einzelnen Grasbüschel.

Mittags erreichen wir wieder die Farm.

Das gibt uns kurz die Gelegenheit uns frisch zu machen und dann müssen wir auch schon wieder los zum gemeinsamen Mittagessen.

Mittag gegessen wird pünktlich um 12.30 Uhr. Es gibt noch einmal die super leckeren Frikadellen vom Kudu.

Jetzt haben wir er einmal frei bis zum späten Nachmittag.

Das gibt uns die Gelegenheit uns ein bisschen hinzulegen und zu schlafen.

Die Hitze und das volle Programm strengen doch ganz schön an.

Meine Mutter hält sich wacker, macht alles mit und findet alles einfach nur großartig.

Am späten Nachmittag kommt Rainer und scheucht uns aus den Zimmern.

Abfahrt in 20 Minuten ins "Tausend Sterne Restaurant".

Mit dem alten Chevy und dem Beatle, einem selbstgebauten "Kalahari Ferrari", geht es mit allen raus zu einem Camp.

Dort gibt es eine Feuerstelle, die Rainer zurecht macht.

Hier wird er uns das Abendessen zaubern.

Es gibt Steaks vom Kudu, Kartoffeln, gebratene Zwiebelringe, Gem Squash und zum Nachtisch Vanille Flan mit Prickly Pear Saft.

Während Rainer kocht und brutzelt, kümmern wir uns mit einem Gin-Tonic in der Hand um den Sonnenuntergang.

Nirgendwo auf der Welt sind Sonnenuntergänge schöner als in Afrika.

Da kann mir keiner etwas anderes erzählen.

Als es dann stockdunkel ist, holt Rainer seinen Laserpointer aus der Tasche und erklärt uns den Sternenhimmel.

Also, den südlichen Sternenhimmel natürlich.

Alle sind hin und weg.

Gegen 22 Uhr - Farmers Midnight - treffen wir wieder an der Farm ein.

Lekker Slaap!

Angie, Micha, Mama und der Hasenbär