#my dad is still trying to claim the right isn't all about the money

[ethicalvinyls]

Could you pleaseee write something where y/n sends Ellie a cheeky 🤭picture and Ellie rushes over to y/n’s dorm or house or smth….and we all know what happens next. I love ur work btw ❤️

a/n: I suck at making extremely short stuff... also this isn't as good as I hoped but I hope YOU like it:)

mentions of pet names. 'baby/babe.' NOT PROOFREAD!!

The bag that held your risque lingerie sat in your vanity chair, drawing you in no matter how badly you wanted to stay in bed. You imagined yourself dressed in the periwinkle bra and panties, showing yourself off to Ellie as she sat in front of you. But she was selling at the moment, in questionable people’s driveway, waiting for them to grab their grams. 

You were sad that she wasn’t around in the tiny duplex you shared. She was off doing her job, yes, but she was doing her job. You hated being away from her, you held an attachment to her that could not be compared to anything you’ve had before. Maybe it was due to the fact that Ellie was your first long-term woman relationship, or that she was your main friend. Whatever it was, you hated being away from her, no matter the circumstance. 

You were going to ride with her today, but she told you to stay home. She had been grumpy all morning, claiming that people were wasting her time, trying to badly negotiate prices on eights, zips, even three grams. And on top of that, people weren’t taking her seriously when she said she had to study and finish homework. 

Now the bag resting on your vanity chair seemed more intriguing. You wanted to look sexy, feel sexy, and give Ellie something to smile about. 

You instantly stood up without another thought and grabbed your bag off the vanity chair. You undressed, slid on the periwinkle lace panties–that left nothing to the imagination–the lace bra that had your nipples on full display, and a garter belt that connected to stocking you had previously bought. You clipped everything together, and when you stood in front of the mirror, even you just wanted to fuck yourself. You looked hot. And not even that felt like the correct word. 

You then grabbed your phone off your bed and opened up the camera. You tried out a few poses, trying to figure out what was the sexiest. After a few rounds taken where you looked absolutely ravishing, you undid your bra and took a few more pictures. 

⇰ you

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i know ur a bit grumpy today… hope this helps ;) 

You dropped your phone onto your bed and continued looking at yourself in the mirror. You rarely saw yourself in this kind of attire. If you were going to have sex with Ellie, you never wore fancy lace and garter belts and stockings. Usually, you just wore your regular bra and underwear–no matter if they weren’t matching, or if you wore your grandma underwear after not washing your clothes. Ellie somehow always found you beautiful. 

But this time was different. Ellie deposited $500 into your account a couple days prior and asked you to buy yourself anything you wanted. You knew how she had acquired the money, but the action itself left you feeling guilty. This money was hers and could have been used for rent, herself, food, etc., but instead she gifted it to you. 

It was easy money for her, especially since people usually bought a lot from her. Parents, students, old people bought from her, and her dad still gave her money even if she begged him not to, so she had a massive influx of money. 

You thanked her by pleasing her, but no matter how much you thanked her, kissed her, fucked her, it wasn’t enough to you. So you were making it up to her by buying lingerie and sending sexy pictures. 

Not even two minutes later, your phone chimed. You unlocked it and instantly squirmed. 

⇰ ellie♥ 

oh baby. 

don’t go anywhere. i’ll be right there. 

fuuuck. okay. i’m ten minutes away. 

⇰ you 

don’t you have work?!!!! i didn’t send them for you to come home!! 

⇰ ellie♥ 

FUCK WORK. 

i’m literally creaming in my jeans babe. 

holy shit ur hot as hell?!!!?

You threw your phone onto the bed and quickly re-clipped your bra. You put on your robe, sat down at your vanity, and tried styling your hair in the tiniest form of sexy you could. Maybe tossing it into a messy bun? Or maybe quickly curling a few pieces? Leaving it how it is? 

You tried to curl your hair, but you were trembling with excitement that everything turned into a mess. So you tried playing around with it to see if you liked it framing your face. No. Then, you tied it up in a messy bun with two curly pieces left out in the front. 

And now, with your hair and makeup done, ten minutes have passed by. 

And an angry car parked in front of your house. A door slammed, followed by an aggressive knock at the door. She had a key, but she was most certainly waiting for you to open the door. So… you ran to the door. You checked the peephole, and there stood Ellie, rocking back and forth, hands slapping her thighs. 

You bit back a squeal and unlocked the door, opening it to meet Ellie, who spent no time rushing in and shutting the door, pinning you behind it. You gasped at the contact and stared at your girlfriend who’s eyes were already darting over your body. 

“Sorry,” you said, “I put on a robe.” 

She shrugged and untied it. She tore it off and threw it onto the floor beside you. Her hands found their way onto your hips, thumbs caressing your soft skin. Her eyes were buzzing about and you felt the need to tear her clothes off. You already had her wrapped around your finger, all you needed now was her physically wrapped around you. 

“What?” you asked, sounding completely clueless to the situation. 

“‘What?’” Ellie scoffed. “What do you mean ‘what’? You send me pictures of yourself in lingerie and then with your tits out on full display and you expect me not to want to fucking worship you?” 

You laughed. “I just thought they’d be nice. To get you through the day.” 

Her fingers wrapped around the hooks of your garter belt and she quickly unclipped them. “You thought that would get me through the day? Baby, if you send me shit like that, I’d drop everything to come and fuck your pretty ass out of this–” She pulled the band of your thong and let it go, allowing the material to slap your skin. 

You grabbed her belt loop and pulled her in, forcing your lips to collide. Your hands maneuvered through her hair and down to her shoulders, where you pried her infamous flannel off her body. You threw it onto the floor, on top of the robe. 

Next was her shirt. Then her jeans. And then you pulled away, examining her toned stomach and how the lines of her soft abs protruded with each breath. You smiled. She looked sexy herself, even if she was wearing a simple black sports bra and her usual black boyshorts. 

You ran your hands down the expanse of her skin and hooked your thumbs into her underwear. “I need to ride you,” you whispered. 

She hummed. “Oh really?” she asked with a smirk. 

You nodded and began pushing her back, turning her around and pulling her behind you once you got far enough. You then pushed her onto the large couch in the living room and straddled her, hands finding home on her shoulders, rubbing along the material of her sports bra and the skin of her neck. 

Ellie placed her hands on your waist and pulled and pulled on your thong. She leaned into you and kissed your cheek, neck, the fat of your breasts. “I need you to take these off,” she whispered. 

“Why?” you replied. 

“It makes it harder to feel your pussy on me…” 

You smiled and quickly stood up. You pulled off the garter completely, followed along by your thong. They went next to you, far from the robe and Ellie’s clothing, leaving your home evident of fucking. 

You bent your arms behind your body, fingers finding your bra clasp. However, Ellie pulled your legs towards her and stopped you from unclasping it. “Let me,” she said, and you sat on her naked thigh. 

You whined at the contact, already twitching at the feeling of your wet cunt dragging along her thigh. She chuckled and wrapped her arms around you, hands needily unclasping your bra. This movement had you leaning forward with slight groans, your body heaving at the slow and steady grinding. 

Once the bra was off, Ellie’s hands found their way onto your boobs, fingers massaging your flesh and rolling your nipples between her fingers. You hummed. The pleasure of slowly rolling your hips and your tits being kneaded was beyond compare. 

“You like that?” Ellie asked. 

You nodded. “Fuck…yes…” you moaned. 

“Good, just keep grinding baby.” 

You continued doing so: grinding down onto her thigh as she licked, sucked, played with your boobs and nipples. Ellie would shake her leg every so often, forcing gasps and loud moans out of you. It worsened once she leaned back and placed her hands on your hips, drilling her nails into your flesh and moving your hips along with you. You bit down on your lip, trying to hide the moans that bounced off the walls of your throat. But the more you tried, the harder it got–until you gave up and started moaning at every change in rhythm. 

“That’s it,” you whined. Ellie was slapping your ass the faster you rode her. Your hands found their way onto Ellie’s boobs: sports bra pushed up, tits spilling out and catching the coldness of the fan above you. Her moans pedaled you forward and you rocked faster, ground your pussy harder onto her bare thigh. “That’s it baby. That’sitthat’sitthat’sit.” 

“C’mon baby,” Ellie grunted. “Grind that pretty little pussy onto me. Ride my thigh like you fucking mean it. You can do it.” 

The praises left you heaving, crying out into the air as you climaxed. You ran your thumbs over her pretty tits and fell forward, pressing your head into the crook of her neck. 

Ellie instantly began rubbing your back. She kissed the side of your sweaty head and you could feel the curve of her smiling lips. 

“You did so good, baby,” Ellie whispered. 

“Did I?” you asked. 

She nodded. “Now send me one of those again and I’ll be doing more than letting you ride my thigh.” 

You moved your head and looked down at her. “You want to go again? I think you have more in you.” 

Ellie bit down on her lip. “I think so too…” 

[spindle-girl]

I will never not get annoyed over people saying that Brian/Grue joining the Heroes was the obvious and easiest choice out there. Admittedly, the WOGs expand more on it, but even with what we get from Arc 4 when he talks about his trigger event, I can't comprehend how anyone wouldn't see the reasons for him not wanting to join the government sponsored heroes.

Basing this off memory, but to sum it up, Brian goes to him moms house after getting a text from Aisha asking for help. He finds her in some poor condition ( I don't think he goes into detail and it may not matter if he did cause he's not telling the full truth here) and when he tries to take her back to his dad's, their step-dad gets in thew ay and doesn't let them leave. Brian proceeds to beat him up, take his sister back, and gets powers sometime in between.

Then, he, aisha, and their dad go to the police the very next morning. They explain what happened and Brian still describes how he almost got sent to jail. Only aisha backing him up and his step-dad missing an asshole anonymous meeting saved him. And he still got some months of community service. Like, in my opinion he did the right thing every step of the way and still almost got screwed over.

Sometime later, (not immediately cause he's 14 to 15 when he gets powers) he decides to try and take care of aisha by being a villain to get enough money/backing to do it.

That's all described in arc 4. Now we get into the WOGs. Again, basing this off memory, but I can try to find them later.

First, Brian lied about his trigger, a little bit. General event still happened, but when he claimed he didn't know who the man was besides being his mom's new boyfriend, he lied. He knew that man bc it was the same boyfriend who had abused him in the past. And his mom brought him back and let him interact with his sister. Add in his mom's other problems and his dad's ("I wouldn't describe him as abusive") there was a fair bit of emotions Brian was going through that he didn't share. But at the end of the day, every adult in his life failed him and his sister. He wouldn't be willing to extend his trust as easily.

Second, a different WOG described Brian getting into crime in a panic bc aisha had done something afterward that led to her needing to get bailed out of something with money (again, going off memeory) so even if he wanted to join the wards he'd be doing it with a record. Presumably he later decided he might as well go all in on it and get aisha into a safer environment than both his parents. He probably thought it may help with keeping her out of trouble as well if she wasn't around two people who didn't know how to raise kids (not that he did either, but he probably thought he couldn't do worse).

Third, by WOG he did actually consider the wards, but after researching them decided they wouldn't be worth it. Admittedly this was moreso bc of his own hangups with commitment. Bc telling the big organization your power and identity then trying to bail wouldn't really work out, but apparently it was still preferable to a career of crime. It's not like the Protectorate would actually have authority to take a child away from their parents anyway without major proof, especially if that kid isn't a parahuman themself.

Fourth, the undersiders were generally a low risk high reward chance until Taylor joined and brought them her bad luck. They operated for a year and only got into some mild skirmishes with Lung and them being escape artist didn't have an issue with him. Besides that, they made a shot ton of money on top of the 2grand their sponsor gave them.

Fifth, I don't think we ever learned what the time table was for Coil helping out with Brian getting custody, especially given how suspicious Brian was of their mysterious boss and his motives preleviathan. Maybe Coil admitted to knowing Brian's problems and offered a solution at the start. Maybe Brian opened up with it as a condition to him joining. Or maybe after a few months of getting 2grand a relatively easy missions Brian decided to trust the boss who hadn't screwed him and ask for the money to be given to him in a legal paycheck for better chance at custody. I say that last option bc Brian is supposed to be the careful pragmatic one who thinks about his choices and doesn't do the crazy option unless bug girl decides to go full throttle and he begrudgingly goes along. And giving his personal details and a sure fire way of blackmail isn't excalty the pragmatic choice.

Tldr: he has to have some pretty big distrust of authority cause shifty parents and probably shotty police and by WOG became a criminal in a panic before going full in on it. Cause he was, again, like 15 years old.

Now, the argument for him joining the wards is that the Heroes/PRT could have snapped their fingers and given everything Brian would want. And seeing the deal Madcap got I can definitely see the idea behind it, but there are a few problems with that. A) Brian wouldn't know shit about how desperate the Heroes are bc they don't advertise that. B) I'm not sure how much power they would actually have over taking kids away from unhealthy environments cause laws and shit would probably limit that. C) as stated above, he says he almost got jailed for hurting his step-dad so I don't see him liking authority at this stage, no matter how just he was in the eyes of the law for it. D) Brian's own issues and that he's a 15 year old so he won't see the world as a perfectly rational being.

[reaganwarren]

AU where Minori gets an on-screen character arc after Mogami.

She still attends her current school, but she ends up meeting Mob again somehow and starts heading to his school after school to watch him do Body Improvement Club things and hang out. After getting familiar with "poor people" school, she starts using her dad's money to improve the school, but she doesn't tell her dad but everyone is assuming it's her dad writing the checks 'cause his name is on it. Cue her father showing up, wanting to know how they even got access to his money in order to "steal it" and the adults who work at the school are freaking out because he's threatening to have people arrested or sued, and Minori shows up to hang on campus only to recognize the limo outside the school and panics. She finds her dad and begs him to stop making a scene because she's afraid of what Mob'll say if he finds out. Mob has no idea that Minori wasn't given permission to use her dad's money that way, so when he sees Mr. Asigiri, he thanks him for all he's "donated" to the school, and Mr. Asigiri of course recognizes Mob and starts backpedaling because it's the boy who saved his daughter.

"Of course, uh, anything for . . . ?"

"Shigeo Kageyama," Minori pipes in.

"Yes, anything for Kageyama-kun."

Mob smiles really big and blushes a little but thanks him again. After Mob leaves, Minori's dad says he'll talk to her later and then apologizes to the school staff and calls his lawyers off. After that, Minori isn't allowed to use the checkbook at all, but he does ask her if she wants to transfer schools so she can be with Mob more often, and she takes him up on that.

She's trying her best to be a better person, and she and Mob hang out and become friends, but unsavory rumors start circulating around the school. Minori is able to handle the ones about her, but the moment she overhears someone talking shit about Mob, she loses her temper and physically kicks their ass. Tsubomi walks by and decides to intervene, so she grabs Minori to pull her off of the girls she's beating up, and Minori, without thinking about it, throws a punch at Tsubomi's face and nails her right in the nose. Minori and Tsubomi haven't met yet, and Minori has no idea about her connection to Mob. The fight keeps going until Ritsu, as student council member, shows up after discovering the fight and, wanting to avoid getting himself hurt while rescuing Tsubomi, tries to use his psychic powers on Minori, which is not appreciated at all. Minori keeps making a scene, and Dimple is just hanging around the school/Ritsu today, so Ritsu ends up asking if Dimple could possess her for a bit just so they can guarantee no one is going to get hurt anymore, and Dimple agrees. The non-possessed kids discuss whether they should get an adult, but Shigeo, who has been running with the club today, runs by and senses that something is wrong, so he comes over and immediately can sense that Dimple is in Minori, and he gets angry over it, yelling at Dimple to get out of Minori right now, and Dimple obeys, and Dimple tries to protect himself by saying Ritsu told him to do it, which is true. Minori starts crying once she's no longer possessed, and she's covered in scratches and bruises, so Mob pulls her into a hug and tells her that it's okay, he's here now. The two girls Minori was beating up lie about getting attacked unprovoked, and Ritsu points out that Tsubomi's nose is broken, but Mob is still on the possession thing and is angry at Dimple, then angry at Ritsu when Ritsu claims being possessed isn't that big a deal, then Mob gets angry enough that he snaps at them that Minori is a former client of his and that as a result she's been punished enough.

It's really dramatic in my head, but I don't have the time to write a proper fan fiction. But I like the idea of Mob and Minori being protective of each other, and Mob walking her home or having her for dinner at his place, and maybe Minori's dad takes the whole Kageyama family out to dinner. Mob x Minori with background Ritsu x Tsubomi and probably one-sided MobTeru where Teru does have this huge crush on Mob, then Teru meets Minori and realizes he and her have a lot in common, but it's her who gets to hold Mob's hand.

idk, in my head, it's all cool and romantic and stuff. I just wanted to get it out there since I won't be writing it properly.

[hello-nichya-here]

What are your thoughts on MJ's daughter supporting Israel and trying to distance herself from her dad? Girl won't even defend him

Jesus fucking Christ, are you guys coordinating these asks? This is the third time one of you asked me it, I'm legit impressed.

Let's get the easy, and horrible part out of the way first: nobody on the fucking planet has any excuse to support Israel. You can hate Hamas and the goverments of countries like Iran without excusing the literal genocide of civilians in Palestine, because yes, that's what Israel is doing right now.

Paris Jackson (and everyone else, famous or not, that is still pretending Israel isn't commiting all kinds of crimes against humanity right now) should have known better and needs to get her shit together.

Now, onto the messy part:

Although Paris has recently said "it's not her role/place" to defend her dad, lets not forget the other things she said on that same controversial statement:

1 - She fully believes her father is innocent and called the "documentary" Leaving Neverland pure lies.

2 - She believes that everything that could be said about her father's innocence has been said already and she'd have nothing new to add to the conversation.

3 - Her cousin Taj has become basically the leader of the family's campain to clear Michael's name and has been doing an amazing job.

4 - She's not as patient as her father was to deal with that kind of stuff and she has been focusing more on trying to recover from her mental health issues.

That last one is important, specially when we remember that Paris has claimed to have been sexually abused in school (which left her with PTSD), and that she has struggled with addiction, paranoia and a freaking suicide attempt.

It would not be surprising to me if having to listen to allegations of childhood sexual abuse is extremelly triggering for her - especially since the person being accused of being the abuser is her late father, who was murdered by his doctor when she was just 10-years-old, and she was treated like a stupid child in denial everytime she tried to point out the things being said about him were not true.

Considering she has continued to praise her father over the years, both with small things like posting a family picture on Father's day this year and big things like saying he was a super accepting man that was totally cool with her not being straight, and DID defend him publically every now and then, like, once again, calling "Leaving Neverland" pure lies when it came out, I'd say she's not really trying to distance herself from her dad or imply she's starting to think he might have been guilty. I think she just genuinely cannot fucking stand having to act as his lawyer only to have every word she says ignored, no matter how much evidence she offers to back it up.

(And before anyone brings up the fact that Taj was also a victim of sexual abuse in his childhood and has is still speaking out in support of his uncle, including of how he helped him deal with his trauma, keep in mind that people cope differently and heal at different paces).

Do I think she could have phrased some things better? Yes.

If either of my parents were accused of something horrible and a bunch of people kept insisting they were guilty despite all evidence poiting to the contrary, would I interact with said celebrities? No, and it is extremelly disappointing whenever Paris does that...

... But then again, Michael was at war with his record label, Sony, for years and was convinced they were not only sabotaging his career but also trying to murder him, yet he still was ready to go on a final tour that was going to make them A LOT of money. Like father, like daughter.

Honestly, I would not blame the entire Jackson family if they just made one last big documentary to try and clear Michael's name, then, regardless of how it was taken, packed all their shit and moved to a remote island, far away from the spotlight and never spoke to any journalist or had any social media presence again. They've been getting screwed over and surrounded by awful people in the industry, the media, and amongst other celebrities since the goddamn sixties, it's a miracle anyone of them is still trying to "play the game" or explain themselves.

[marshmallowprotection]

(this might be a bit of a heavy one) Had a random thought earlier. Imagining the days in the apartment during Saeyoung's route. He's sitting in his sadboy crisis corner, trying to fix the security system while also trying to wrap his head around being betrayed by one of the few people he trusted without question.

He won't talk to me, so I start talking to him (or "at" him. or maybe to myself. words are being said but a response/active listening isn't expected. but we all know he's listening. there's no music coming through those headphones). I start telling him a story: Growing up, my parents seemed to have a really happy marriage. My dad and I were close and I trusted him without question. I never had reason not to.

When I was 21 my mom kicked my dad out of the house and divorced him for cheating. It also turned out he may have stolen money from me. To say this shattered the way I saw the world and my life up to that point would be putting it lightly. My younger brother, who always tried to be the peace keeper when anyone fought, was living at home and had to deal with the fallout. Our dad is still claiming he's innocent. It was...... a lot to deal with. forget the five stages of grief, i think i pinballed around the entire emotional spectrum for the next year (I'm mostly okay now)

It's not the same as what Saeyoung's going through, but maybe it would make him feel just a little less alone. Maybe I'll never fully understand how he feels, but I do know what it feels like to be betrayed by family you trusted implicitly. I know how it feels to know your younger sibling is struggling and you can't go help them right away. It's not to the same degree but on some level, I get it

The sad thing is... Saeyoung's not listening to any music. That was just a front to make you think he couldn't hear a word you said. He knew everything you were doing. You didn't think his fight or flight response would let him actually be distracted from his environment, did you? He knows when you cry... when you talk to him... when you linger around the corner, looking at him in shame... all of it. It's what hurts the most.

The hardest part about hearing you tell him your circumstance is that he can't bring himself to look at you. You... bright and shining like the light of a supernova... and him... a black hole that can't protect even a single person he loves from danger. How can he ensure your life will be one of the best lives someone could live? How can he give you all the things you need... no, deserve! How can he give you that when he can't even protect Saeran?!

Rest assured, your words WILL have an impact on him. He just... needs time to focus on himself first. Let him breathe in that reality, and come to you the next day, with wavering eyes and shame in his lips. "I want to love you the way you deserve but I'm afraid I'll destroy you."

"You couldn't hurt me even if you wanted to," you may say to him to break the silence. "Even if something bad happens, I know you'll do whatever it takes. It's not your fault they hurt him, Seven. You did the best you could... and I know you'll keep trying. You're never going to give up on him... so, why can't I keep believing in you?"

[lovesickdeadsims]

"Wow, you sleep here?!" Belladonna went to Jim's Birthday party at Goth Mansion. The moment she knocked on the immense door she feared the woman whi kicked her out the other night would answer again, but a very happy Jim came to answer instead. He was a little perplexed that little Belladonna came alone since he had invited her family. "They are busy. Work, you know..." she adds. Jim apologize for the absence of her own parents. His mother is busy entertaining a friend, while his father is away for work. So that's what dad says when he comes to see me and nana, thinks Belladonna, He lies to his other family to see us... In Jim (and his brother's) gigantic room Belladonna feels very poor and even a bit angry. This could have been her life, yet she lives in a house where she doesn't even have her own room. But Jim doesn't know anything about it, he just wants to correct his mother's behavious and maybe make some friends. Belladonna can't really be mad at Jim for their mother's sins. "Yeah, I suppose it's a big bedroom..." says Jim. Belladonna gives Jim his present. It is his birthday after all, she had to bring him a gift. Of course she didn't really have any money to buy stuff, and she didn't tell her granny any of this (she just lied and told her she was going to play at the park in Oasis Spring). So the only thing she could offer was a very cool frog. Jim doesn't seem to mind, he cheerfully accept the gift and Belladonna feels she can maybe trust this older half-brother with a bit of truth.

"Jim, I have to tell you something. It's a long story, tho.'.." "It's okay, apparently all my so-called friends decided to go see my brother duel in the Magic Realm instead of coming to my party..." says Jim, sadly. "Magic Realm?? Is your brother a spellcaster?!" asks Belladonna without restrains. "Yes, as I am." "No way! Me too!" shouts Belladonna. Then she slaps her forehead "But of course you are, because our mother is a spellcaster too!". Belladonna stops. She said too much, perhaps. She didn't mean to blurt it out like that, she wanted the news to build in a climax, but Jim is already looking at her with wide-open eyes. "Our mother?" whispers Jim. Belladonna starts telling everything she knows, trying to put a start and an end to her tale. But it's not easy. She does tell im that Stormy doesn't know her to be her daughter, and that can only mean she never gave birth to her. Still, Belladonna understood she is her biological mother, since she is very sure Alexander is her father. She tries to tell Jim about her grandmother Bella, but the boy doesn't seem to know her at all and claims to have never even heard of her name before. "But she was the original owner of this mansion!" exclaims Belladonna, incredully "How come dad has never talked about his own mother to you or your brother?" "Mother isn't exactly the most reasonable when we ask about the previous owners of the house, especially lately..." says Jim reluctantly, then he adds "And now I know why. Belladonna, you are the rightful owner of our dad's fortune!" Belladonna didn't expect Jim to take the news in such a serene way. "I guess, but I don't really care about the money... I'm more interested in the spellcaster side of the family!" "I can't believe my mother could be so wicked!" snaps Jim suddenly. "But you are safe if she is still convinced you are Cassandra's daughter. You see, our dad, Alexander, he was like... well, a dad to me and my brother. And yes, we know we are not his biological sons, but he never really made us fell anything less than his own sons!" says Jim, and Belladonna can be how moved he is by their father's generosity. Then Jim sits at the desk, he seems absorbed in some tought. Then turns to Belladonna: "Since your powers will be showing soon, would you like to see the Magic Realm?"

[bllsbailey]

Biden DNC Speech Is a Historic Trainwreck - With a Slurring, Stumbling, Screaming Speech Full of Lies

Joe Biden was, on some level, wrapping up his political career during his DNC speech on Monday night. He had expected to give the keynote address on Thursday. That was before the coup, when he was shoved aside and replaced by Kamala Harris as the nominee. So, you can imagine he's not a happy camper when it comes to that. 

It was perhaps appropriate that the day was a mess with protesters breaching the security fence, attacking the police, and getting arrested. Then, Biden made weird comments about former President Donald Trump, claiming his "stability" was still a question. 

— Ryan Fournier (@RyanAFournier) August 19, 2024

Um, Joe? It isn't Trump whose stability is in question — it was and is you. He can't even do a pre-speech comment without saying something bizarre. 

READ MORE:  WATCH: Joe Biden's Democratic National Convention Pre-Speech Walkthrough Did Not Go Well

Now Democrats were saying they "love" him and how "consequential" he is. This is the DNC Chair Jaime Harrison. 

So consequential they had to shove him aside to try to help their chances and guard against losing the election. And even on the night that was supposed to be about Joe Biden, they spent most of their time talking about Donald Trump and lying their heads off about him. He was completely living rent-free in their heads. 

It also sounded like the turnout was lacking — there were many empty seats reportedly at 9;20 p.m. So it didn't sound like the audience thought Biden was "consequential." 

How the Democrats really felt is revealed in the actions they took. They gave Biden the keynote on Monday, making it for 10:50 p.m. Eastern, which makes it seem like they didn't want people to really hear it. It's also way past Biden's regular bed time, so not an ideal time for him. It sounds like they were trying to bury it in case he said anything embarrassing. 

Jill Biden Leads in to Joe Biden's Farewell Speech With a Re-endorsement of Kamala Harris

They were, of course, late. Jill preceded Joe, making cringeworthy comments about him. But this must be pretty humiliating. She's a horrible speaker for a teacher. Interestingly, she didn't introduce Joe; Ashley did, telling a story about hugging him when she was eight years old on her birthday. She called him a "girl dad." She said he was the "love of our lives and the life of our loves." She claimed he was her "best friend." 

Finally came Joe, forty minutes late. "That was my daughter," he said, as though people didn't know. He claimed he loves Jill more than she loves him, which is a pretty sad thing to say. 

He asked the crowd if they were ready to vote for Harris and Walz. He, of course, spoke about the Jan. 6 riot. He claimed "Democracy must be preserved" even as they circumvented the will of the voters in the coup to push him aside. He raised the Charlottesville lie yet again about very fine people, he said with the admonition of his dead son. And it was a complete lie that never happened. Perhaps it's fitting that he closes out his career with a lie. 

He said he also ran to rebuild the middle class. He's crushed the middle class with inflation and the crisis at the border. As he said that, I heard yelling in the background, it was probably protesters. He lied, claiming he'd created 60 million new jobs. 

He acknowledged that Kamala Harris cast the tie-breaking vote for the Inflation Reduction Act (which helped make inflation worse). Yet he claimed he was saving Americans money. He had a brain break right in the middle there, slurring badly as his speech continued. It was far too long for him. He was having trouble just talking and tripping all over his teleprompter. 

He lied about him and Kamala bringing down the murder rate and said it would keep coming down if they "put a prosecutor" in the office rather than a "convicted felon." 

Biden then lied about the border, blaming Trump when Biden was responsible for the border failures because he undid all the security from the first day he came in. 

Biden started screaming and lying about Trump, claiming he said "suckers and losers" about the military — another lie that has been thoroughly debunked, just like Charlottesville, yet he keeps saying it. 

He lied about Trump refusing to accept the election results and promising a "bloodbath" if he lost. 

It was an incredibly bad speech. It could have been about his legacy, such as it is. Instead, it became an angry, ranting speech full of lies and unhappiness. Every lie he regularly tells about Trump, he threw in here. He didn't seem to understand that this is it. It was as though he never scaled his acceptance speech back. 

Now he's off to California for vacation for a week. So much for campaigning for Kamala Harris. 

[thaleleah]

awe tal 🩷 don't even apologize!

no girl same i have not met a single step parent who's at least a bit decent! my uncle recently married this woman who has two grown kids, my uncle also has two grown kids. and let's just say that both my cousins disowned their dad 👀 his wife and her daughters are all so problematic that my uncle only hangs out with them and he doesn't even talk to his sons anymore. it's honestly so sad how divided a parent and their child's relationship becomes. and they are so blind to it!

my stepmonster is 43-44! same age my older sister 🥴 and her dad is a year younger than my dad like it's actually so gross 🤮 i do not have an issue with huge age gap relationships, i was in one myself 2 years ago, but when it comes to it being the same age as your own kid or dad i'm like ew dad 😂

and tell me about it? how can they still get it up is the question 😂 my stepmom is actually sick. you know what she would do? she would come up to me and tell me how good my dad fucks her 😑 like bitch i don't want hear how my dad is in bed. i was about to throw up with the details she was providing me 🤢

also girl don't even feel bad for my dad. he fucked up his kids lives so much. he's been a serial cheater since he married my mom, which is why they got divorced, and yet he claims he's still in love with her like what? 😂 and my mom is just selfish. both did so much wrong. my dad actually has a girlfriend on the side rn 😂 and stepmonster knows, but it's all about the money for her. it's a mess of a shitshow lmfao 😂

i just went on a long ass rant i am so sorry girl 😂

your poor mom 😢 your step dad is such a pos. and of course he uses religion as an excuse to control your mom 🙄 "God first, then the husband, then the children" - fuck off clown. he knows damn well it's the kids that come first, you're not even her father? like stfu dude.

girl i get you, i also have to be civil, and it's so hard. i can't imagine how hard it is for you 🩷 it's so sad we have to keep the peace in order to still be in our parents lives 🫤 it's so unfair to us. some parents are just selfish. both mine fucked up everything for their own sake and happiness and completely forgot how it would affect us.

but... thank god we're not alone 🩷 like we always have each other to talk to about this stuff and that helps a lot to know that there is a lot of us who have gone through this!

thank god for tom blyth cause that man is my happiness atm 😩 he literally makes me so happy. whenever i see his face i have this instant smile on my face like an idiot 🥰 i honestly can't for june!

and tal, my love, you have gift.... that tom blyth drabble ughhh 👄💦

THE FUCKING DRAMA WHAT

First of all, I take back everything I said about your dad lol. That man is a cheater and therefore I have ZERO sympathy for him.

I agree that the age gap isn't an issue but it is superrrrrr uncomfortable for him to be older than her own dad and her to be the same age as his daughter. Those vibes are NOT it 😭

Also, your stepmom is fucking horrid. Staple her lips shut cause no! No one wants to hear about their parent and how they are in bed. And that man is almost in his 80s. I'm sorry but there is no way he's fucking anyone that good. He'd probs break a damn hip, be so for real right now. I'm actually so curious how "attractive" your dad is to be having a side chick at 78. Or is his side-girlfriend trying to get money too? Is the side-gf nice at least???? How old is she??

I have so many questions lol. Tell me the tea ☕️ (if you're comfortable of course, no pressure)

My stepdad is the absolute worst. Nothing pisses me off more than someone using religion to control people and cause harm but it seems more and more that that's the norm. Also like... she loves me because I'm her daughter. She chooses to love him. He won - can he stop this bullshit feud now? I'm tired of it. Having to deal with him and constantly be in survival mode, plus seeing how he mistreats my mom has absolutely fucked me in terms of my own romantic relationships. I have never had a relationship that lasted longer than a month cause if I see even one thing that reminds me of my stepdad, I'm gone. He completely messed up my sense of trust and I'm trying to work through it but its sooooo hard.

Also, he threatened to take me to court once cause I pissed him off. That's not relevant to anything other than to further show that he's an asshole lol

But yes, you can 100% always talk to me about this cause even just going through these messages was actually really cathartic. I don't have any siblings so anyone that I talk to about this really can't understand anything completely from my perspective so its nice to talk to someone who gets it.

JUNE CAN'T COME FAST ENOUGH. I'm so excited for the new episodes, I'm gonna be completely unbearable for a lot of people lmaooooo

Thank you, babesssss 😏 I'm glad you liked it! I'm proud to serve 🫡

[renticat]

𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚖

Gosh 🐤🐤 I've just watched this series about the second wave feminism in America and I am in awe. Well because yesterday I just had an argument with my mom which I still have lots to say but ofc she wouldn't want any of my opinion because she thinks I am fucking useless.

Yeah I've been sad about it but then I am not anymore because all that sadness has become the fuel of my rage but then I don't have any platform or any way to channel it better and it makes me grumpy so I've been eating my feelings away lately and now I am pregnant with all the carbs lol. 🥺😭

But again you know I am raised in very conservative family (my whole nation mostly value conservative value, even they will say we're easterners not from west wild world; as if anything that is not same is so bad esp in this woman value). I am mad, is because arghh I wish I could explain it better but I am trying and english despite years and years dwelling on it, to write something is not as easy because I sound stupid even when I am not that stupid (I wish, but then that's what my parents thought of me since I can even remember, and wondering why I hate them so much but also stuck in here).

God made women to solely purpose on giving birth, and passed down the generation so that mankind will not extinct (also the religion) ofc. Some people are not that religious, but mine is one that zealot esp on my father's side. They're taken pride on becoming poor as long as their faith is strong. I mostly starving from I can even remember but I didn't like eat too much back then (thus I still feel joy and hope) and that's why probably I am the shortest ones now (but now I feel the urges to gulp down anything, human if I can too, kidding) yeah is just the more I read about the world, the more I know about injustice in this godly fucking world they're claimed perfect and bound to last forever.

You know I don't speak of other religion, but mostly abrahamic religion are just so worst to women. Well it's kind a good thing back then in barbaric era (when everyone killing the weak ones and women have no advantage in physical things I reckon) but now, it's like is just the same by saying women are not that fucking smart as man. Well man go to school since forever, I mean back then the thought even woman allowed to read (even in jewish people) is just not good. Woman is not for teaching masses (unless to their children) and like have no power at all because man will take care of you and you don't have to be worry about anything.

Well that's comforting isn't it? But then the reality most man not moses let alone jesus okay, or mohammed that they're good to women (but the last one kinda have so much lust for them also) and when women becoming so dependent or man, it's creating the environment that perfect for abuse. Everytime back then I had argument with my father, he tore down my things saying "I am the one whose buying it so it's fucking mine". Well ofc it's all his cause he's the one who can make money and my mom never really try to get a job even when they both have the same degree.

I don't want to dwell in the past but then all the hopelessness is my life is because of them. I don't want to write that much cause I am in pain right now but if you did listen to my recording, i kinda pretty much saying all of it i guess. Prophet can only be a man, coincidence? Leader is only a man. You know, I don't believe in such thing, I think if women are capable they can do things too (even physically as strong but it's rare) but in the brain and emotions are just the same. Men are not emotional creature so they said but then why many anger issues are coming from men species they're like literally physically abusive just because they have power they choose to hurt the weak so that they feel great about their own insecurities? Fuck them. It's my dad, the example but yeah I am the unlucky subject because I spoke, i shout the injustice I just don't quite and suck it up. I WHINE A LOT BECAUSE I QUESTION THINGS SINCE BACK THEN NOT JUST ACCEPTING IT AS A FACT.

but then I got tired and give up, trying to get some love cause it's fucking lonely (teenage years) so I become so fucking zealots like them when all my peers are jahiliyah (I mean savage) as the normal teen were. I am the fucking abnormalities, I gave up dance as everytime I perfom my dad is giving me passive aggressive things. (Well in islam it's fucking sin, art. Almost all of it unless it's to praise god and god forbid not woman singing, her voice is also fucking sin). Fuck. I was elated and feel so great because I believe I will get rewarded in afterlife but still they don't love me that much, as now they're fucking set me to become so virtuous wife (one day) and my sis hates me. Fuck fuck fuck.

Oh I kinda jealous in christian though, maybe if I were born into one, I will just declare myself to be nun and bride to god but in islam no, the most beautiful thing is to bear as many children as you can and passed down all this nonsense. But I still love to read, and I read another things, heck I LOVE ANIME so much but then I know it's a sin so I kinda like repent everytime I masturbate. I kid you not. And wish god punish me so we're even.

Until it started making no sense, like pleasing your narc father is truly the same with pleasing narc god. Damned if you do and damned if you don't. He hates me because I love beautiful things and exceeds spending is shaytann' habit (even when it's just normal spending, like buying two clothes is much for him cause need I remind you he's from poor background and for him I really cost him too much, yet always makes me another fucking sister). It's like why the fuck is the blame only put on me. This is why I hate the idea of becoming wives but to a man who doesn't even know what becoming a husband is.

Like they make money but also becoming like a bitch because they think it's all his money and he can buy things for his hobby but I can't because it's his money and there's not much money so I never got any. I spend from my nana's money sometimes she gave me and he's mad like every hobby that I like it's waste of time. So why the fuck can I fucking enjoy this life? I can't. And the thought of suicide is on me since my 5th fucking birthday.

Thanks god and your nonsense. If you're gonna burn me in hell you should do the same with my fucking dad because he's making me like this. Fuck I was always feel like a burden when they're the one choose to fucking have children. Oh because I turned out to be not like their minions, chanting every nonsense. But then now I still live in their mercy. Nah starving too most of the times but yeah still have this moldy room at least.

I never had my own room till i was 24. You know they don't fucking care. They make all children and since we're girl we live in 4 meter square room three of us and we're hating each other. No it's just me and the sister that only one year younger. But now my lil sis hates me too cause I am not in the path of God anymore. So yeah fuck this. I live in poverty all the time, but then I dress nice (when back then I had job I admit I kinda being silly) I mean cause my dad never bought me cute dresses when i was just a kid cause there's nothing to spend, it's tight even for food. So i kinda overspend to fill that void that every kid I saw them enjoying back then I don't ever have.

They just promise me it'll be good in afterlife. Well fuck it either cause ofc you can't love same gender is disgusting to them and i wish i had my own beautiful angel for myself so I certainly not want to be part of man made fucking religion. I put the title of this as gloria, but it has nothing to do about her (unless the first paragraph) but she's just like a heroine to me. No one will ever be like that here, maybe. 2024 indonesia is like even worse than 1950 america. But they love it. And i do not complain for someone who loves to be housewife (go for it) but don't mock someone who choose the other part (but they can't). I started to believe that my national tagline is just bunch of bullshit. Like there are only one truth despite all the differences when the truth is always different from people to people.

I wish I had a husband who loves me and pamper me but help me god that he won't bitching about why is it so expensive when they choose to keep me down. Yeah, if only I keep dancing and not pursue my parent's love which fucking impossible anyway, i probably had money for myself and don't have to get hurt by broken promises many men have told me. Is their dreams for me to be someone's else wife and then get abused by someone like my dad. Sorry it's not my fucking dream. In fact i terrified but I do feel lonely and starving that's why i wish someone end me or love me but don't put me in those fucking hell again.

Gloria.

P.S and because the whole nation think is fucking useless if you're woman and not having any child, they keep continuing to make children because they don't want to be fucking useless. So now it's add to whole crazy population like you can literally wiped out 5 times as much as all Australian citizen there and we're still outnumbered the Australian. Yeah that's how much people here but not so many jobs and the rich people, well they're mostly corrupt and live in different universe.

Oh and about that art dreams, well because no money to spend even for make up that's why it's so pathetic back then. Mom never had any make up, and yeah it's costly even to be able to perform but my teacher saw the potential in me. I mean you need a support right like some people even gave their children best music education if they know the children can make something out of it and my dad can't and won't as it's just not align with his virtuous value of mankind, he already think I am a bitch in literal fucking sense just because I love dancing. And now idk i fucking sad and feel fucking hopeless. Go open your doors, well that doors isn't easy esp when you're so old and have no experience at all. I mean being those kind of performers they're well trained since little and yeah idk it's not much money making arts but then i feel happy. (Wish I could learn to paint and make moneh hmm) or write but then I can write is just I don't have the degree and here is important; money and mental problem back then) but then here I can only write something that acceptable to the masses and none of my things are, well that's why I love artwork, you can be yourself and put it to the world to see if you're clever enough to display your messages as not that blunt cause here actually I can get into trouble but well no one here anyway. And it's fucking lonely without her by my side.

I miss you. My gloria.

[virtualsoup]

You've replied to a few of my comments about how I supposedly didn't read your points and I'm actually writing an essay about a similar take. I'm also a victim of sexual assault if that helps my case. It does give me a slanted opinion because I've been molested and still deal with the trauma to this day. Also I am bisexual. So, responding to your points:

1) Just someone who assaults children actually isn't pedophilia!!! More likely they're a sociopath or psycopath or someone who enjoys hurting others. Pedophilia is strictly those who assault children sexually or trade and/or make child exploitation content. If someone is just looking for anyone to harm then it's most likely they suffer from many other problems. But someone who targets children specifically for sexual content is a pedophile. Hope that clears that point up

2) how many people in real life (I'm talking perhaps bringing a statistic into your argument?) actually seek help for pedophilic behavior? We see all the time people who never get charged and get away with sexual assault of a minor and they don't seek help in any way. I've seen at least ten predator catcher videos where these people could be in JAIL. I watched one where a man who was in jail for 23 years - got out at 70 something and immediately went back to trying to groom minors online. I get what you're saying, about hoping that people will change for the better and that some people try to seek help, and we shouldn't immediately death charge someone who wants help. I see your point there. Unfortunately pedophilia is a completely different breed from alcoholism or a porn addiction. But I see the bones of this argument.

3) this sounds like murder!! My abuser did leave a witness. He left me. Have you personally been sexually assaulted in order to make this claim??? It's a really weird claim to make that the abuser wouldn't leave a witness. Sexual abuse isn't akin to murder or leaving a witness. It's not about a witness it's about sexual gratification. This point is so interesting. Many times adults don't believe kids. They can leave a witness because society doesn't believe children tell the truth.

4) I see the point you're making here. If someone ESPECIALLY as a part of LGBTQ gets wrongfully convicted as a pedophile or accused of pedophilic crimes, it would be disastrous. And stuff like this happens quite often. My dad thinks even just having gay friends is molestation (my dad also said that if anything actually happened to me there would be clear signs that I am traumatized). This is where it's really a picky situation. Our legal system is truly fucked, they choose fame and money over jailing people who really deserve it, and it happens so often with mass media cover up regarding celebrities and stuff (like Shane Dawson, James Charles, Colleen Ballinger) and cases take forever to work through. It's where the US should take the time to go through evidence. In this case, you're right, the death penalty shouldn't be enacted until we know for sure our legal system is trustworthy. They will choose corrupt politicians over innocent people anyday. I will say though, there ARE gay people who are pedophiles. And it doesn't look good for the image of just regular expression of sexuality and labels and stuff. But those people deserve to be treated the same as anyone who chooses to abuse children. Anyone right and left political leaning could be a pedophile. To say it's specifically one or the other is wrong. I understand where you're coming from here though.

Because pedophilia is a choice. You're choosing to harm and sexually assault kids. Those people do have a choice and they choose those things. It's not a sexuality, it's not a romantic orientation. To perceive it that way is sick and wrong.

Personally, I would want my abuser to get the death penalty. I don't know if he assaulted his daughter, or if I was his only victim, but from the numerous media I've looked into I probably was not his only victim. I am 21 and I find it hard to even imagine sharing intimacy or telling a boyfriend that I was assaulted. I have to go before a court and explain in detail the things this man did to me. And It will hurt me. This guy groomed me and did things to me that i still sometimes get nightmares about. And it happened when I was 6-9. I urge you to look into more media about pedophiles. Pedophiles should die. Death is coming for all of us but those who choose to fuck up children because they like to and it makes them feel good are the worst. Up there with murderers and rapists.

"Pedos should die" is such a monumentally awful and dangerous take.

1. Many people who assault children are not pedos. There's probably a statistic, but it's not an insignificant number. They'd assault an adult if one was available, they just want to have power over something. They're not actually attracted to children.

2. There ARE pedophiles that don't want to be. They go to therapy and can live mostly normal lives. If pedophilia was a crime punishable by death, these people would simply not get therapy, and they will likely act on their desires instead since they don't have the tools that therapy would give them. More children would suffer.

3. The ones that do act will be less likely to leave a witness. Why risk the child telling when they can either completely take the child away or kill the child. If the victim can't call for help, their odds of being caught are lower, and your odds of survival go way up.

4. This should be the most obvious one but: Think for two seconds about what groups are wrongfully accused of being pedophiles. This idea puts everyone who is LGBTQ+ at risk as well as SO MANY minority groups! Don't forget that immigrants are also often accused of being pedos! These groups are the ones that will be the first ones targeted! I even see right wing nut jobs claim that everyone left of basically Trump is a pedophile! These are the people that will be executing you. They already want a reason to kill us, why give them a legal loophole?

This last one is so fucking obvious I can't help but imagine that some of you that say this are just fucking psyops.

I also think it's incredibly dangerous and suspicious how I've seen people say "if you're not antiship you're a pedo" considering how fucking alt-right that sounds. It's EXACTLY "if you're not pro-Trump you're a pedo."

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𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 | 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯

Prologue.

tw: nothing yet.

A LATE EVENING DINNER

My Parents insisted on bringing me to a fancy place to spend some time together talking about our lives and what's been going on. I loved going out to restaurant's- God just the food...but with my parent sit was a different story, you'll see.

I was sitting across from the two while they handed the menus off to the waiter waiting for them to say something first.

Did I forget to mention that I haven't seen them since they sent me out to college? That was when I was 18. I'm 26 now.

"So, tell me what has my precious daugther been up to these last few years?" Mom asked grabbing her glass of expensive red wine taking a sip eyeing me down while I try to come up with the right words to tell her.

Meanwhile my father has just been sitting there looking at his phone not paying any mind to us.

"Well, Recently I've gotten a new job" I lifted my glass of water to my lips looking into the glass as her face lights up with a smile.

"That's wonderful! Isn't it James?" Mom looks over to her side looking at dad, but he was still stuck on the phone.

She tapped his shoulder while saying his name again to get his attention and he looked up at her putting away the phone quickly into his suit jacket agreeing with my mom even though he had no idea what she was talking about.

She rolled her eyes and focused back on me- "Now, did you get a nice office? You at least need to be comfortable in your new workplace as a lawyer!"

This is what I was talking about when I said it was a different story...

God here comes the judgmental looks.

"Mom I'm not a lawyer, I work for the FBI as a Criminal Behavior Analyst." I said clearing my throat fidgeting with my hands looking back and forth between her and my fingers as I wait for her dramatic reaction.

She's never approved of my interests, I grew up on crime podcasts and documentaries while my older sister jenny went to med school and became a doctor like my parents wanted her too, they also wanted that for me but after I rejected it the first few times, they had just assumed I wanted to be a lawyer instead.

Yeah, me being a lawyer was not happening, I had to deal with enough from my rich egotistical parents and I was and still am not up for dealing with a random client's attitude because they gave all their money to an ex-girlfriend.

It just wasn't for me, but they wouldn't understand that.

Her smile dropped immediately, and she just stared at me for a moment giving me a disappointed look, she put her wine glass down and sighed- "Luci, you know that wasn't the career choice we had in mind for you."  

Dad decided to also cut in adding "We have never judged you for your hobbies Lucinda but really? You can't be serious!" He whispered to avoid causing a scene.

"Yeah, never judged at all" I muttered, taking another sip of my water. So, the multiple times you've told me to stop listening to those "stupid videos" telling me it's a waste of time must've never happened?

In his eyes I must be crazy to go against what they claim to be "my real future" so I can keep the family successful and full of doctors, lawyers and accountants.

While dad keeps trying to change my mind, Mom sits there with her thoughts probably thinking on ways she could still get me to be a lawyer and possibly make me quit my job even though I haven't even worked a single night yet.

She stops my dad from telling me whatever nonsense he was saying that I wasn't even paying any attention to and says "Fine. You don't want to be a lawyer? That's okay." I just stop doing whatever I was doing and shoot her a confused look.

The waiter finally arrives with the food and places our dishes Infront of us, she waits for him to leave to speak up again.

"You want to work there then you're going to be working in a town where I have eyes and ears." She says as she grabs the knife and fork on the side to cut into her steak.

"Excuse me?"-

"You're an adult I know, but I want you to be safe. I want you to take your grandmothers house in Roseville. Since Grandma Millie has passed, I think you should have the house, you were always her favorite anyways..." She takes a bite of the meat on her fork, and I just smile to myself.

Well, that wasn't expected.

My grandma was the best. She always supported me and my interest...I was glad to live in that house. I always loved visiting her when she was there anyways, so this was a positive thing.

I'm still a bit worried about why she's not being unsupportive and furious about this but I'm just going to take it as a win for today and not question it, so she doesn't change her mind.

I smile at her.

"Thank you, mom."

"Don't mention it sweetheart."

After we all finish dinner and my dad pays for the bill, my mom tells me to drive up to the house in the morning and to pack my things tonight, it wasn't so late so I agreed. I said goodbye to them at the restaurant and left.

The drive home wasn't so long, and surprisingly the roads were empty which I was so thankful for because I did not want to sit there for 2 hours waiting on a busy highway.

I got home around 8pm and decided to just get started packing.

-

I opened the front door, dropping my keys in a basket on the side table and started taking off my jacket as I walked over to my room, I put my jacket on my desk chair and sat down. First, I just needed to email my employer about the location change.

"Hey I wanted to notify you that I will be taking a position in Roseville instead of here in the city, I hope you don't mind the sudden change, if anything ill be willing to talk about it.

Thank you."

-Lucinda Sidney Williams

I hit send and sigh, leaning back into my chair closing my eyes for a moment. Tomorrow I'm going to move into the house and start my first shift at my new job after a few nights.

It shouldn't be too bad right?

Whenever I visited Roseville, it was always a nice and safe place, I never really paid any attention to any crimes that had happen over there because I was a little kid, and my focus was spending time with Grandma Millie.

Even if anything did happen to us, she would always be there to protect me and my sister.

At least I won't have to deal with any case that's too crazy, living in Roseville will just be like old times.

What's the worse that could happen in a town like Roseville?

-an

AHH I'm so excited to start this book, and I know this doesn't even have a mention of the killer you all came for but just realize this is the introduction, and please tell me if this sucks or not I need feedback or I'm gonna keep unknowingly writing a terrible book that non of you enjoy. :(

also 1209 words is pretty short so I might work on longer chapters.

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The Weirdest Sitcom - Jack Kline Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: The Weirdest Sitcom

Pairing: Jack Kline X Reader

Requested: by @fitzs-trained-monkey

Word Count: 2,085 words

Warning(s): mention of blood and violence

Summary: Jack had hurt too many people. They felt like they were a danger to everyone around them. This led to them running away from the bunker and stumbling upon (Y/n). (Y/n) accepted them and was actually pretty happy to have someone else around... even if it was only for a little while.

Author's Note: I kinda love the vibe this gives off.

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Imagine this.

I was walking down an alley, my bag was closed and secured over my shoulder. I had made friends with the owner of a local restaurant. She would give me food, though her wife wasn't comfortable with me hanging around. I was happy.

The scraps and extras kept my normal hunger at bay for a little while longer.

I was a vampire.

I was disowned by my nest when I refused to hunt people. Since then, I was homeless. I was now 18 and trying my best. I kept myself covered at all times and made sure to keep an eye out for any and all hunters.

Anyway, back to the real story.

I had food and water and a few books from the library tucked in my bag as I made my way through the alley to the abandoned trainyard that I had begun to call home. After putting all of my things in their rightful and safe spots in my train car, I climbed up to the top with a book.

I was happily reading, ignoring the world and all of the problems I faced when I heard something. It was like someone was trying to open a door.

I sat up, closing my book. As soon as I moved, I was met with the sweetest smell I had ever experienced. It almost overwhelmed me.

I had to take a moment to adjust before I climbed down the ladder. I plopped onto the ground to see some person trying to get into my train car. It was then that I noticed how dark it was outside.

"Hey," I yelled. "What the hell are you doing?!"

The person stepped back, clearly scared, and held their hands up. They didn't look like they had been living on the street for a long time. They didn't know better. They had pale, smooth skin with blonde hair and blue eyes. Thier clothes were clean.

"Who are you," I asked.

"I'm Jack," they replied. "I'm sorry. I just need a place to stay."

"Well, this train car is mine," I crossed my arms.

Jack looked down. I bit the inside of my cheek. They looked like a puppy that had been kicked out in the cold. They went to walk away.

"Wait," I called. "Fine, you can stay. But... stay on your side."

They smiled at me before nodding. I yanked the door open and climbed in, holding out a hand to help them in. They looked around like they were impressed by the space.

"So... why are you on the street, Jack," I asked, walking over to the corner I had claimed. They walked to the adjacent corner and sat down.

"I hurt some people," they explained. "It was an accident but I wanted to protect my family. So I left until I can control... myself."

"Really," I asked. They nodded. I was still trying my best to ignore the sweet smell that they were basically radiating. "What are you?"

"What?"

"Sorry, you can call it instincts but... I can tell you're not human, not completely," I explained.

"My mom was," they replied. "My dad... my dad is an angel."

"Nephilim," I asked. They nodded. "Damn. That's awesome."

"Awesome?"

"Yeah," I replied. "I've read about them. Damn near unlimited power, wings, all the jazz. It's really cool."

"Oh," they looked down for a moment with a small grin on their face.

Yeah, it's the weirdest sitcom concept you've ever heard, isn't it? The Nephilim and the Vampire. We could make good money off of the idea.

"What were their names," I asked. They looked back at me. "Your parents?"

"My mom's name was Kelly," they said. "My dad was... Lucifer, but I'm trying really hard to not be like him! I don't even think of him as 'dad'. My dad is Castiel, another angel."

"You have quite the family tree," I noted. They nodded. "So, you said 'was', is your mom... dead?"

"She died giving birth to me," they looked down.

"Shit, I'm sorry," I sat up straighter. "I shouldn't have brought that up."

They just shook their head. I sat silently for a minute.

"I could help you," I said. "I mean, control your powers. I know a lot about Nephilim and it may help to have someone else there."

Jack smiled at me before nodding.

"Okay, umm, tomorrow," I said before going to lay down. "Goodnight, Jack."

"Goodnight," they laid flat on their back.

--Time Skip--

We spent the next few days doing a strange version of training.

I had grabbed trash can lids and told Jack to stand a ways away.

"Alright," I called. "I'm gonna throw these up and you're going to use your power to throw them against the train car back there."

They held a thumbs up.

I threw the trash can lid in the air, stepping back slightly. Jack held their hand out and the lid went flying. We did that three more times with no trouble.

"That was amazing," I cheered. Jack smiled, proud of themself.

I went to walk over and pick them up. Then, one of them came flying off the ground. I yelled and ducked just as it flew past me and into Jack's hands. I stared at them as they held it.

"Holy crap," I muttered, starting to hope I hadn't gotten in over my head.

We also tried to work on the potential of teleporting. I would hide while Jack had their eyes closed and they had to teleport to me.

We'd test how long they could hold something still without dropping it.

Honestly, the training became a lot of fun.

Outside of training, Jack had stopped staying in their corner of the train car. At night, we would both sit together and eat. Then, we would get as comfortable as possible before I would read some of that night's book to them until we were both tired.

It was about two weeks into this pattern when Jack first told me about Mary. They wanted to help the people that had been protecting them and they wanted to see if she was alive in an alternate reality. Apparently, the people blamed them for their mom being taken away.

So, we spent as long as possible reading and researching.

Eventually, we found out that dreamwalkers would be the only way to achieve what Jack wanted.

"Thank you," Jack said quietly one night as we were getting ready to fall asleep. "For helping me so much. I wouldn't be able to do any of this without you."

"You're welcome, Jack," I mumbled.

As awkwardly as you'd expect it to be, Jack leaned over and kissed me softly. I sat in shock for a moment, eyes wide open as they pulled away.

"Was that too much," they asked.

"No," I shook my head. "It just shocked me."

"Oh," they replied.

"It was really nice."

--Time Skip--

Jack was out visiting a dreamwalker and I finally indulged my hunger. I had been late at night just so Jack didn't see it.

I never fed on humans. Like some homeless Cullen sibling, I would snag small animals just to make sure I didn't starve.

I was feeding on a squirrel I had snagged when I saw Jack pop back in from the corner of my eye. I knew I didn't have time to hide what I had been doing. I slowly looked up at them.

"What are you doing," they asked, eyebrows furrowed. But they didn't seem disgusted.

"I... god... I'm a vampire," I explained. "I didn't want to feed on people so my nest sent me away. That's why I live here. I don't feed on people. I snag small animals to hold me over."

"Oh," Jack nodded. I stood up and threw the squirrel's corpse out of the train car and toward the forest. I walked to the bucket the I filled with water. We didn't drink out of it, it's just to clean my hands and mouth. "I can cure you."

"What," I asked.

"I have all of this power," they explained. "I'm sure if I can open gates to other worlds, I can cure you."

I thought about the idea. If I did this and it failed, I would die or just go on as I was. If I did this and it worked, I could have a normal life. I could move forward. I nodded.

We walked over to the sleeping corner and I laid on my back. Jack knelt next to me. They were about to touch my temple when I grabbed their hand.

"No matter what happens, thank you," I said. "Thank you."

They smiled and nodded. I let go of their hand.

They touched my temple.

I immediately felt pain. It was a fire flowing through my veins. As it got more and more intense, I reached out to Jack, grabbing their free hand for comfort.

Then, after some lightning struck outside, it was over. I was breathing deeply. I looked at Jack, who was still grinning at me.

Their usual sweet smell faded. I wasn't smelling their blood anymore. I started crying, knowing that it had worked.

"What's wrong," Jack asked. I sat up and hugged them tightly.

"I'm just happy," I whispered into their ear. "So, so happy."

Jack hugged me back.

--Next Day--

The next day, Jack and I woke up to two people yelling. We were still holding hands, curled up under our blankets. I jumped up, walking toward the door. Jack followed.

They seemed happy.

"Sam, Dean," Jack opened the door with no hesitation but I jumped away. Sam and Dean... as in Winchester?

The three of them were talking. They knew the brothers. They hugged Jack. I slowly looked out from around the corner.

"You brought the Winchesters here," I asked. Jack looked at me, clearly confused. "Vampires tell stories when two hunters manage to stop the apocalypse more than once."

"Vampire," the one with short hair said.

"Not anymore," Jack explained. "I cured (Y/n)."

"Cured," the other Winchester asked.

Jack nodded. They held a hand out to me. They helped me down and into the sunshine. It didn't hurt. I was normal.

"(Y/n) is the reason I knew about dreamwalkers and I can control my powers so much better," Jack continued, still holding my hand. "Their nest disowned them when they didn't want to feed on people. I wanted to take them to the bunker."

"Where are you living," the long-haired one asked.

I pointed at the train car.

The brothers looked at each other, a silent argument and agreement.

"Grab whatever personal items and clothes you have," the man continued. "Umm... I'm Sam, that one's Dean."

I nodded. I grabbed my bag and walked back to them.

"Are you guys really going to let me stay?"

"Jack trusts you," Dean shrugged. "You seem genuinely cured."

"And you'll be the first to kill me if I step out of line?"

"Possibly."

I nodded. I followed them to their car quietly. Jack held on tightly to my hand.

"Can we stop somewhere," I asked. "I have a friend that offered me some old clothes. It could save a lot of time."

The brothers nodded. Jack and I sat in the back seat, holding hands across the seat. Sam had gotten out of the car to get the bags from the kind woman I had come to know. She had talked to me through a rolled-down window, wishing me well. After that, I rolled up the window and waited.

"So, you two are...," Dean looked at us.

"Together," Jack confirmed with no hesitation. "Trust me, we've even kissed."

"Just checking," Dean gave us a thumbs up, turning back to the front.

--Time Skip--

I took in a deep breath as I sat in my new room. I had showered and dressed in fresh clothes. I had brushed my teeth, which I had never given up because of the very kind woman that took care of me as much as she could.

I was relaxing on the new sheets, ready to go to bed when the door crept open. Jack was standing there. They were clean and happy too.

"I didn't realize that I had gotten used to laying next to you," they mumbled. I scooted over, waving them over.

Jack shut the door and joined me on the bed. I wrapped my arms around them and curled into them. They mimicked me.

Home. We were home.

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Tolerate it - Part 5

Lena Luthor x reader, Kara Danvers x reader, Alex Danvers x reader. Baby Danvers.

Notes: I’m so sorry! I haven't updated in the last couple days, they have been erratic, I have been so much homework and my family is not the easiest. I apologize for it. But the good thing is that I wrote two chapter in less than 24 hours, and the next one would be up tomorrow. 

I hope you guys enjoy it, and if you have any feedback, comment or request, I will accepted gladly. I know my writing isn't the best but I hope you guys like it. I’m also going to repost my favorite stories from other writers and I will be asking for request, so if you have one just hit me up. Have a great day, guys!

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Continuation 

Tears running down through your cheeks, and raindrops hitting your body, as you walked through the streets of National City. The rainstorm seems to get worse, and you didn't notice. You walked slowly as millions of questions invaded your head.

Since the moment you walked out of the apartment, your mind went blank as everything that had happened seconds before came back to you. You were soaked in rain, and every time a thunder would make their presence known you would flinch. The lights of the cars were the only thing that illuminated the streets as you walked with the smell of the wet ground. 

With every single question and doubt, a memory would cross your mind. Your first date. Your first kiss. Your first sleepover. Your first Gala. Your first morning together. Your first time. Your first Christmas. Your first Anniversary. Your first day after moving in. All of it.  

Your clouded mind tried to make sense of the situation. Fears and insecurities crashing into you as you tried to gather your thoughts, trying to get Lena out of your head. But you couldn't, you didn't want to admit it, but you didn't want to. 

Lena was the person who brings out the best of you, Lena who with a soft smile would have you happily cheering the whole day. Lena who was in every step of the way when you failed in every possible way. Lena who will hug you protectively at night making you sleep as peaceful as you ever could. Lena who shared her home with you after 1 year and a half of dating. Lena who made all your insecurities go away. Lena who received every present you gave her even if it wasn't at her status. Lena who made you feel saved and loved after so long. 

Lena who became your everything. Lena who became the light of your life. Lena who you would wait hours even though you were tired just to see her. Lena who made you become a morning person, so you could just make her coffee as she gets ready for work so you could see her smile before leaving. Lena who would be running up and down through your head at every second of the day. 

Lena who somehow fixed you without you even noticing, and now without noticing broke you beyond repair again. You had felt so lost when you lost your dad, you thought that was going to be the worst moment and feeling of your life. But little did you know that when the love of your life, loves someone else and you choose to leave for her to be happy was going to be your downfall. 

Weren't you enough?

Was Kara always the one she wanted?

Was all of it a temporal fill for her?

Was all of the loving and caring a facade?

Were you ever not gonna be enough for anything?

Why would this happen to you?

Weren't you broken enough?

Why did the universe decide that this was your life?

As the thoughts kept your head running you found yourself staring at your job place. It was quiet and dark, lights were off and all of the stores except for the bar downstreet were closed. You went through the back door leaning into it, trying to calm yourself down, even though it was not possible. All you could feel was pain and not a pain that with some pills was going to go away. 

You walked inside and noticed that somehow the silence and the darkness of the place had taunted you for so long, but you didn't recognize it. That feeling of scariness you didn't recognize for a long time. 

For a moment you opened the phone in your hand, tears rolling down the screen as you did. The Danvers Christmas photo with Lena, Maggie, and Jonn was in the background, all of you smiling like a family. You couldn't help to feel selfish when the only wish you had was to keep your relationship with Lena. But you knew you couldn’t, you knew the moment you decide to be selfish the happiness and the well being of the most important people for you would be at risk.

You lifted your glance from your phone, finding paper and pens in which you annotated the customized orders. You remembered how when you were kids and Kara had just arrived on Earth, you guys watched Harry Potter making you and Kara complete nerds for it. You guys decided to write each other letters to communicate, and since Kara was still learning English it worked great. After a few years, Alex became part of the writing, so it became a thing until Alex and Kara both left for college.

You grabbed the pen with trembling hands, shaky breath, and soft salted tears coming from your eyes. You stared at the paper as you cleaned your tearful eyes. You wrote for each one of them, and as you kept going, each one would get harder.

The pain runned through your veins until you had finally fallen asleep in one of the chairs. Soaked in rain, and makeup stains under your eyes and cheeks. Your breathing had become erratic the moment you walked out of the apartment. Whimpering as you slept on the chair.

The sunlight came through the window of the bakery. The sound of the door opening and closing woke you up. The noise frightened you. The scare made you fall to the floor, hitting your head and shoulder first. 

You said but were interrupted when the voice of your boss called you out. Rubbing your temples as you now felt the pain coming back.“Freaking-” 

“Danvers? What are you doing here?” JJ said as she heard your complaint. Her tone was somewhat cold and worried. 

You looked up to see your boss, staring right back at you. With judging eyes, examining every single part of your face. The bags under your eyes, the ruined makeup that runned through your cheeks. The way your eyes were red and looked exhausted from crying. You looked so broken, exhausted, crushed, lost. You looked like a little girl who had just lost everything in her life.

“I knew that Luthor would leave you like this, she is just as bad-” She claimed as she rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

You interrupted, yelling. You felt your blood boiled, Lena was everything to you, and you wouldn't let anyone talk badly about her. Especially if they are comparing to her family, that line nobody should cross, Lena was good, strong, and so many things, that not even the world deserved her. “Don't you dare to talk about Lena like that!”

“Danvers! Open your eyes, look at you!” She exclaimed as she waved her hand pointing at you. 

You murmured, as you got up and tried to clean your clothes only to find them still wet the night before. “I’m fine”

The brunette looked at you in misbelief, before she commented, walking closer to you.“No, you are not, you are a broken little girl lost because you trusted a Luthor”

“Lena is not like her family!” You exclaimed as you furrowed your eyes. Thoughts came into your mind, saying your boss was right. Lena had done the same thing Barry, Lucy and you Dad did. 

“Yes, she is! She fits into the Luthor family profile perfectly-” She said, snapping you out of your thoughts, 

“She is everything good in this world. And I will not let you speak of ger like that!” You yelled as you slammed both of your hands on the table, with irritation before pointing your finger at her threatly.

After a few seconds of both of you losing your cool, JJ pinched her nose, before looking at you madly. “Okay then, did you sleep here?”

“I'm gonna take that as a yes, and without any further you are fired, get out of my bakery” You kept quiet, and avoided her glance in irritance. She looked at you and scoffed

“JJ? Please come on-” You resonated but the brunette just shocked her head before pointing at the door.

“You broke the contract, you slept in the workplace, and most importantly you are not in shape working here, Danvers” She responded with a cold voice.

“You can't be serious” You shake your head with a sad smile, joking. You couldn't lose it, not after you lost everything.

“I am and leave before I call the police” You looked at her in disbelief, as the last straw of the cup came out.

You walked out of the bakery with tears. Cleaning them with your sleeves as you entered the jewelry shop. You have visited millions of times, with hope and happiness in your chest.

“Hello, Mr. Rogers,” You said as you walked inside, seeing the old man in the chair reading the newspaper. 

“Good morning, Y/N. A beautiful morning isn't it?” He responded as he got up to hug you. 

Mr. Rogers had become somehow a therapist during the last two years, you would come into the jewelry shop and ramble about your day after paying a part for the ring you were fancying for Lena.

You murmured as you pulled away, putting on your best facade. “Yeah”

The nickname, Mr. Rogers had put on you after you came with Maggie to help her with their wedding rings, and made a sad smile on your face.  “How can I help you, baby Danvers?

You avoided his glance for a few seconds, before looking him in the eye, as you felt your eyes grow tired and wet.“Mr. Rogers, I want to return the ring” 

“Are you sure? Y/N, you've been paying this ring for two years now, and all the money will take me at least two days to return it to you” The man spoke as he looked at you worried. 

You commented, your voice breaking at the middle of the sentence.“Yes I'm sure, Mr. Rogers, please just give all the money to the orphanage”

“Miss. Y/N-” The old man noticed and went to speak up. But you interrupted him cleaning your tears and taking a deep breath.

You said cutting him off, trying to evade the conversation. “Please don't, Mr. Rogers. Please don't”

  “Can you give these to my Alex, the next time you see her?” The old man hugged you, of pity and worries. And you started to walk away before you put 5 letters on the counter giving him the best facade you could.

He responded nodding, putting the letters behind the register.“Yes, as you wish Y/N” 

“Goodbye, Mr. Rogers. Thank you for everything” You concluded before walking out of the store, as tears began to flow freely. The feeling of everything slipping away remained and became stronger. You felt lost, broken, numb, without anything or anyone.

The walk to your and Lena’s shared penthouse, well now Lena’s penthouse felt longer than it already was. Your mind and heart with throbbed pain, that felt any never-ending. You walked through the streets with your head down, since every time you would lookup. You would see something that would remind you of Lena.

Your heart ached as you waited outside of the Penthouse building. Mr. Smith waited in the car, as Lena came down to go to LCorp as any other day. Dressed in the green shirt of your first date, black heels, a black skirt, and a perfectly done ponytail. You watched as she looked like nothing had happened.

Your heartaches, as she looks normal. Like if nothing had affected her. Tears began to come out, so you walked to the inside parking of the building, and entered it by the garage door. 

The only light on the apartment was in the kitchen. The cold air of the penthouse occupied the penthouse. The silence was the only thing that could be heard. 

The penthouse was perfectly decorated for you and Lena. There were photos of the two of you hanging around, photos with the superfriends, and with your mom and sisters. There wasn't much color in the apartment it still felt like home. Blankets and Pillows on the couch hanging for comfort.

Pain and memories flowed into you, as you walked through the penthouse. Every Single Part of the apartment had space in your memory. You walked slowly to where the pictures were hung, and each one in where you stood took them away. The moment you went to remove the picture of your’s and Lena’s anniversary, everything came crashing down.

This time, it felt heavier, it felt stronger, it felt real. Your heartache was slowly consuming you from the inside out. It felt like a never stopping pain. It felt like an avalanche of emotions, angriness, emptiness, heartbreak, sadness. It felt surreal, you couldn't even make out the events of last night, neither less your feelings. 

As the time passed your doubts, and insecurities crowded your mind as you worked your way into collecting your things. And somehow in the makeup for excuses for Kara and Lena, you worked extremely well. Taking only the things that strictly belonged to you. 

Boxes slowly began to crowd the living room, and your bottling feelings began to count down when you noticed there wasn't anything else to pack. Pain caught your throat, and tears invaded your eyes, as the last boxes were closed. 

You glanced around the penthouse when you felt your breathing getting heavier, and the wall closing in. But there wasn't anything that could help you, there was only pain, in every inch of the place. 

You slide down the wall of the kitchen as the feelings sunk in. Tears flowed out of your eyes and small nonsense of crying would come out of your mouth. You let them flow in, you let them destroy you, you let them cause pain. You couldn't do anything, not because you weren't capable, but because you couldn't hurt your own family. 

Avalanches of emotions came and went away in the question of minutes, and somewhere around the way, you had found yourself the courage to face reality. To get up and do the right thing. 

Your phone rang the moment the UBER was downstairs waiting for you. You closed your eyes, gaining all of the courage you had, to close the door and walk away. 

With now a change of casual clothes, you walked inside LCorp and found Jess as fast as you could, without seeing your ex-girlfriend. The brunette young woman looked at you with a smile, before she spoke up. “Miss Y/N, Miss Luthor is available”

“I'm not here to see, Lena. Jess” You said as you walked to her desk with a yellow envelope, in which the keys of the penthouse were. 

The Latine woman, looked at you confused before she commented “Then how can I be of your assistance, Miss Danvers?”

With a sad smile, you responded. Avoiding her glance.“Please don't call me Miss Danvers Jess, feels like I'm Kara or my mom”

You took a second to gather the courage, before putting the envelope on her desk, taking a deep breath.“Also, I'm just here to give you this, so you could give it to Lena”

“I hope you the best, Jess” The Brunette caught your meaning and the situation. Putting dots together when she saw the small tear coming from your eye, as you tried to keep up with your posture. She nodded and let you go without any other explanation.

Walking out of the LCorp building was harder than you thought, the feeling of regret and heartbreak began to creep out of your chest, as you felt the tears coming out. You were leaving for them, so they could be happy, and they could be okay. And you would do it all over again. 

Crowded streets, sunlighted days, food overwhelm, the technology used, and superheroes capes, was what made National City. And even when you experience the most bearable moments of the city, you never once saw it fall down. Thanks to a lot of good people, including Lena Luthor and Kara Zor-El, and they deserved each other, and you couldn't get in the way of that. 

Some places feel at home temporarily. But the truth is that home can be anything. A place, a memory, a thing, a person. Sooner or later we find our way home. But for various reasons, you don't feel like you would find a home. Not even a light out of the tunnel that the universe has put on your way. 

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The Jobros: Finding out their s/o is Pregnant with Twins

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Original Request: Can you do the jojo's reaction to their s/o being pregnant with twins after a long time of trying? You can find this here.

The sweet @serenityblaze44 asked for this same prompt with the Jobros, so... here it is! <3

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ROBERT E. O. SPEEDWAGON

As soon as you tell him, his eyes widen, like a cat who saw his favourite toy. It's almost as if he was a kid, and you were telling him that Santa was gonna bring him his favourite gift ever. No wonder, he'll be speechless for some seconds. Not only one baby, but two? This sounds all the way like a dream becoming reality. Living in the street like he did years ago, he could only dream about having a family.

You've been trying so hard to have a baby, you both felt ready, and after all the danger he went through along with Jonathan, Robert wants to settle down and have a family, finally starting something serious. But you had a lot of problems with getting pregnant, and he was losing his hope. Until you told him you were expecting a baby. And now, you were telling him they were two, two angels of his growing in your stomach. This feels crazy.

Speedwagon won't force you and won't get angry, if you don't feel like you'd like something like this, but he'd love to name one of the twins Jonathan or William if there's at least a boy and Erina if there's at least a girl. These people mattered so much in his life, and would be the happiest if he could bring these names with him forever. If you don't like the idea, he will respectfully accept it, and he's open and ready to hear your own ideas, too!

He wants everything to be completely organized, when the twins will come to the world. Every parent buys furniture and clothing for their baby, even before the birth, it's a pretty common thing. But Robert more or less behaved like Joseph buying stuff for Shizuka with Josuke's money. Speedwagon almost bought an entire baby store out of happiness and excitement. He's enthusiast and nervous. Bear with this loving gentleman.

"What do you mean I don't have to buy six cribs for the babies? What their two ones break and we need to change it?" he groans, handing you a bag, you looking at him with questioning eyes. "Nevermind... y/n, will you hold these fifty pacifiers for me while I get the twenty pairs of baby shoes out of the car?"

Speedwagon can't keep the news to himself. He'll call Erina before everyone else, and then all his friends, like immediately, to tell them the good news. He looks calm and rational, but he spent most of his life in London's street, and few years won't erase his loud and impulsive attitude. It's probably a good thing, after all. Even gentlemen can be excited. A little sudden, but hearing it makes Erina so happy, she'll be like an aunt for your kids!

He would enjoy reading books to your stomach during your pregnancy. He would have done it even if they weren't twins, but he claims that being them two, he'll need to work twice the amount he did before to teach them stories and literature. Robert is an amazing man, but still a too grown baby, he'll never stop his ideas about how to teach the children something. He just thinks about what he'd like to do or hear if he was a child.

CAESAR ANTONIO ZEPPELI

He stops practicing with his hamon for some seconds as soon as you tell him. Funny, he was so focused on his training that he swore he started hearing things. You didn't just tell him that the baby bubble growing in your stomach are in reality two baby bubbles. He... oh, forget it Caesar, you must have dreamt it. But you're right next to him, and almost immediately repeat what you just told him, making him realize what he heard is true.

It takes a while for the italian boy to realize it, but when he finally does, you can tell he's happy. Mamma mia. The adrenaline and excitemente in his body won't stop flowing, this is why, when Caesar will hug you, pick you up and jump around, hamon bubbles will still be coming out of his fingertips, and you find it the cutest thing ever. It's the physical proof of how happy you make him, there's no way to deny it. Family is all he ever wanted, over his flirting habit. You're the right one for him and he knows.

Prepare your kids and your stomach to get a whole load of opera music during your pregnancy. Caesar is a great lover of opera, and will care about his kids to be as informed on it and respectful of the genre. Either he'll put on some of it, of he'll straight up sing it for you and your future children. His singing voice isn't actually so bad, you notice, and this is how he earns the task of singing them the lullabies when they'll come to the world.

"Hey! What do you mean I get to sing them the lullabies... I'm good at opera... not baby songs..." he whines, almost sounding like a baby himself. "Fine... but at one condition. You change the diapers and I sing the lullabies. Take it or leave it."

He cares a lot about his family's traditions to go on. Being the flamboyant italian he is, Caesar prides himself on the love for his close family and relatives. He doesn't have a huge request for you, but he cares about what he's gonna ask. The father-to-be would be happy, if one of the twins is a boy, to give him Antonio as a second name. Like his own second name, and his grandpa's too. He secretly hopes the twins are a boy and a girl, he's always wanted a baby princess.

The young Zeppeli will grow twice more protective and caring of you. This translates in him not letting Joseph get closer to you than three meters away. This is how you learn to speak even louder to talk with people. Your loving boy will always be in front of you to keep you safe. You appreciate it, but sometimes he's exaggerated.

He'll probably beg you on his knees, for you to allow him to teach the children how to master the hamon technique when they'll grow up. You can't really deny it, sometimes it's useful. During your pregnancy, Caesar and his calming waves helped you coping with pregnancy pains and cramps, massaging your belly and leaving some bubbles around to soothe and distract you. Oh, your caring italian love.

NORIAKI KAKYOIN

When you told him the good news, his heart exploded with happiness and excitement. However, Noriaki is known for being a pretty calm boy, and he tried his best to keep calm after your words, too. You had to tell him to let go and don't worry about wanting to hug you, or pick you up and kiss you, or even cry, if he felt like letting it all out.

Before you even got pregnant, Kakyoin and you had been trying every single way on Earth to have a baby. Take count of your most fertile phase, buy a lot of pregnancy tests, using different positions, praying, making rituals, crying and asking Siri, in tears, why Noriaki couldn't manage to get you pregnant. Did those ways work so well that you got twice more pregnant than you expected? Nevermind, all you know is that you and your loving cherry boy are gonna have two beautiful babies.

"Listen... why do you think I can't get my baby pregnant? We've been trying every single way... do you have any advice?" as soon as Siri answered, Kakyoin's eyes widened, and raised an eyebrow. "Hey, don't give me the 'Sorry, I'm not sure what you said' treatment!"

One of his first thoughts, is that there's a small - but now it's higher because the babies are two - percentage of chances your babies might be stand users. Yes, it's not the highest percentage ever, but it's still there, and Kakyoin is pretty afraid of it. Stand users' lives are never calm and quiet, he had the occasion to prove this himself. They often go towards almost deadly experiences. He's gotta be a good dad and protect his children.

Hierophant Green is overjoyed! Noriaki and his stand worked hard, to create some decorations for the babies' room with emeralds. Green is a neutral color, since you don't know whether the twins will be boys, girls, or both. Still, you don't think colors like pink and blue are gendered, that's some stereotypical bullshit. But you had the luck of having green decorations, perfect for anyone, from Hierophant's power.

Kakyoin secretly hopes that at least one of the babies, no matter whether it's a boy or a girl, will have his hair color or hair noodle. Think about it, wouldn't it be funny, cute and incredibly special to have a small version of your husband/boyfriend walking around the house? Oh god, what if they're identical twins? Three Noriakis? Oh my.

Even if this might embarrass him a little, you'll often get to see his parents during your pregnancy. First of all, to give them the good news about the baby being in reality two babies, and second of all because mrs. Kakyoin would be on cloud nine, getting the chance to give you some parenting advice. That's also how you get to know some interesting information and curiosities about your man's childhood. The cutest things ever. But this... is another story.

NIJIMURA OKUYASU

Okuyasu.exe has stopped working. What do you mean two babies? He thought the shocking news were finished, after the pregnancy announcement. He's gonna ask you a billion times, on the verge of tears, if you're joking or messing with him, knowing how much these news matter to his heart. When he gets you're serious, Okuyasu just lets go and cries. He feels so damn happy.

He learnt to hate your period as much as you, honestly. Because everytime you got it, it meant another month in which he had failed in getting you pregnant had passed, and this made him feel useless and disappointing. You never thought anything like this about him, but making him understand this is pretty difficult, he wouldn't have forgiven himself until he succeeded. You wanted a baby and Okuyasu wanted so too, so he would have given it to you, no matter what.

"Oi... did you... you know, bleed this month already?" Okuyasu asked, with the eyes of someone who was afraid of asking. But you shook your head. "This is good, love... but let's not get our hopes up, shall we, y/n?"

He doesn't really have any special requests or ideas for your babies' names. Or better, he does have one, but will never tell you, as he thinks for sure that you'll never agree with doing it. Okuyasu would have liked the kanji "兆" ("chou": trillion) to be in at least one of your babies' names, to remember his brother. But your boy is pretty sure you'd hate it, and he'd never suggest this. You'll probably feel there's something he's not telling you and find out anyway.

Expecting two babies is tiring, and you'll need to rest a lot. Okuyasu would like to join you and hold you in your sleep, but he also wants to be awake to take care of you, get you something to eat or drink, or put in order his messy house to make it look at least decent for when the babies will come. This is why, while you take your naps, he works around the house and lets The Hand cuddle with you. It's always him, after all. He feels the way you hold his stand.

This leads to the father-to-be being often pretty tired, too. He overworks himself. At night, when he finally joins you in your bed, happens to fall asleep in a matter of seconds, wearing his ordinary clothes instead of his pajamas. You can tell he's gonna be a good dad. Some mornings during your pregnancy, if you happened to wake up before him, you'd quietly turn off his alarm clock for him to rest more.

Okuyasu's dad is on cloud nine too, as his family is going to get larger. Mansaku totally wants to take a photo with you two and his grandchildren, as soon as they'll be born. He accepted you and behaves with you the same caring way he does towards his son. He's changed in a better man, despite his appearance. But the first person Okuyasu told the good news to, was Keicho. He purposely went on his grave, because he knew his brother would have been proud.

BRUNO BUCCIARATI

You tell him the good news while he's working. Not only it'll make his day better, but it'll also hopefully get his mind off of that giant bunch of papers on his desk, for once. The capo suddenly stops, moving his gaze towards your eyes, then your stomach, then your eyes again. You'll have to repeat, or he'll be sure he's imagined what you said because of the too much time spent working. But there's no joke or dream, you're pregnant with twins.

Screw all the papers and all the work that's left. He's gonna get you in a so tight and warm embrace of his, and never let go. Libeccio's for dinner that night? Guaranteed. He's usually a calm man, but whatever is related to his family, gets celebrated. When you announced your pregnancy, you had a dinner with the whole gang at the restaurant, but this time Bruno would rather have something more personal and private with you. Make the dinner romantic.

When you were still trying to have a baby, Bucciarati was the one who managed not to lost his temper when every attempt of yours resulted in a negative pregnancy test. But when you weren't around, I won't say he cried, but was pretty close. He was afraid of not being able to give you what you wanted, and usually ranted about this with Abbacchio. Bruno wanted to be the shoulder you could cry on, and couldn't breakdown too.

You both decided to wait some time before telling the gang about the baby being in reality two babies. They were still excited for your pregnancy itself, Mista and Narancia above everyone, and giving another shocking news would have probably brought the peace to say arrivederci. They still managed to get you confess, the look in Bruno's expressive eyes was too happy not to notice.

Just like Giorno would do, Bruno wouldn't be happy if his two angels ended up being involved in Passione's business. He totally will let the gang around his babies, as he trusts them, but during your pregnancy you both decided that the one of you taking care of the babies on a certain day, wouldn't even think of getting close to Passione's headquarters with the children. And you agreed with Bucciarati, for your little ones' safety.

"You'll agree with me that our children's safety is the most important thing, tesoro mio..." Bruno murmured, caressing your cheek. "Let's not bring them close to this place ever, I beg you. I'm sure you'll understand."

He would enjoy talking and interacting with his babies by laying his head on your stomach, kissing it and listening to them moving in the last weeks of your pregnancy. Sticky Fingers is in love with you too, and Bruno won't ever lose the chance to close you in a cuddle sandwich between his body and his stand's to make you feel protected and let you know how proud of you he is. Bucciarati will be a special dad, indeed.

[oops-prow-did-it-again]

about my money situation... (please read. I know it's long, but it's the last one today, I promise)

also I thought I might update you all about my 'cars' and the 'money situation' since I know I've posted before about only having 1, and stressing over keeping it running, and that having 2 might make it seem like I'm suddenly doing fantastically.

I have 2 now. My girlfriend has built up some savings over the years and was kind enough to let me borrow some money from her instead of from a predatory loan agency to buy a second. My concern was having a second car so that if anything happened to the first, I'd have something to drive (the area I'm in is extremely anti-pedestrian, and even then, I'm disabled and can't walk even a single block without stopping).

The "new" car however is used, of course. For $2500 I got a 2004 Chrysler Sebring GTC convertible. My rationale was that my main car- a 2006 Ford Focus ZX4 SE sedan - could be used as my daily driver, for emergency money making (D**rD*sh, anyone?), since it gets decent gas mileage and is extremely reliable, while the secondary car could be more... fun. So yes. I got a convertible lol.

The convertible needed a bit of work (all new struts, the AC system doesn't work, and the top struggles to come up, but it still functions), but most of that is done now. I have the rear struts and parts for the AC. The front struts have been installed. The back window came partially unglued while we had it, but we glued that back with little issue. After cleaning out vents and putting more freon in, the AC blows cold for the most part, but it clearly still has issues. I have a new convertible motor on the way just in case that is going bad, but it probably won't be installed until this one completely gives out.

All in all, I've probably spent about ~$4000 on the car now, which is as much as plenty of people were asking for convertibles that were just as bad off, so I don't think it was a terrible deal.

That being said, it is extremely hot in my area, and I've dried my funds for the moment on repairing the AC. My dad knows a guy who's willing to do it cheaply, but I don't have any means of paying them for the moment. I also have about $5000 on a credit card at the moment, plus ~$300 on another credit card, and ~$200 on Affirm. My dad asked me to pay his and my mother's ~$2200 overdue tax bills using my credit card and that sorely threw my money management out the window. I've been desperately trying to keep my cards under 40% use which is why they're spread across three sources now, but that extra $2200 (or 22% of my unsecured credit card) was just too much...

I expected to handle most of the repairs and other stuff while I waited for disability decision on my credit card, which has now fallen through due to that. That's why I'm still asking for money, even though I SEEM well off.

I'm not.

I have about $100/wk in groceries, $50/wk in gas (for driving, considering I don't D**rD*sh, which isn't always a guarantee), then about $730.79/mo in bills. My girlfriend is helping some with the bills, but it is... a lot. It is a lot to have to survive on with meager income (it's hard to make even $200 on D**rD*sh in a single week, and I can't physically do any jobs I'm qualified for at the moment, hence the disability claim).

This is why I say even a single dollar will help. because it will. That's a dollar I don't have to make. That's a dollar I don't have to gauge whether D*shing will make me money or lose me money due to the gas prices. THat's why commissions right now would be my LIFEBLOOD.

My girlfriend has gotten money from her father in the past (not much anymore, though), and gets money from the govt to go to school from the GI Bill but this won't last forever. In fact, I believe she may only have 1-2 more years of that. It *could* in theory cover a lot of what I have going on, but... I know what she has in savings, and the amount of money I'd need to crawl out of this debt hole would easily take a significant chunk of her money. And we might need that money in the future to make a down payment on a place to live, not to mention it would be really shitty to take a bunch of her money that she may need for emergency situations or purchases of her own....

So I really, really, really don't want to do that.

so if you were curious. that's why I am asking for money despite seeming well off. I seem well off. but I am not. I am not well off at all and I am scared and struggling.

[senkuplushie]

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Uh, random vent. Feel free to ignore. I'm only posting because I don't think any of my friends are available to talk at the moment, and I can't turn to anyone I know irl for shit. Fair warning, my grammar and capitalization are gonna be all over the place.

TW: General biological family issues, severe emotional/verbal abuse, referenced physical abuse [it was rare, dw], slightly implied thoughts of suic!de, sorta heavy language

If you're gonna comment something about how I shouldn't feel this way because I'm "related" to them, or how I shouldn't feel this way because others are dealing with worse, just leave [or get blocked]. I don't need that shit.

I can't fucking take listening to my mom say how I should still love my so-called "dad" because "he's my family". No, he fucking isn't. If he was my "family," he wouldn't have abandoned me for some random women off of the street. he wouldn't be the reason I flinch every time someone raises a hand. he wouldn't be one of the main reasons I can hardly ever believe even a little bit in myself. he wouldn't be the main reasons I feel like a piece of shit whenever I even consider asking anyone for help. he wouldn't have neglected close to every parenting responsibilty possible. he wouldn't have spent every second of his free time on everything BUT me, "his" child--no, I'm not saying ALL of his time was supposed to be devoted to me, I'm just saying that he hardly ever spent any of it in that way.

Yes, I understand that my mom grew up in a household with much more "traditional" views/beliefs on family and parenting, and I get that she's struggling to adapt to the changes in those things, but I wish she wouldn't project it onto me. The most I ever get from her when I vent about anything is an, "I know", "you're too young to be stressed," "you're overreacting/over-sensitive," "I had to do/deal with much more than that at your age and I never bitched about it," or something similarly disregarding and/or degrading. Yes, I know she's trying (?) to help, but it just upsets me.

Oh, here's another one of my favorites: "Your brother went through the same thing, and he didn't complain." I'M NOT MY FUCKING BROTHER. I don't hit or threaten to kill other people's dogs just because they were in the way. I don't call other people stupid just because they can't understand something I said. I don't discriminate against others solely because they're different from me in some way/ways. I'm sorry I'm too young to make all of the money for you that he does. I'm sorry I'm too young to help you as much as he does. I'm sorry I can't function perfectly after a week of no sleep like you claim he does. I'm sorry I accidentally tip things over, even if I don't cause any harm to them at all. I'm sorry I acknowledge that I have rights, even if I'm younger. I'm sorry that I disagree with all of the power he's allowed to have over me. I'm fucking sorry that I don't want him to walk all over me and use me like a personal servant. I'm sorry that I realize that all of you are abusive. I'm sorry that I have my own thoughts and beliefs. I'm sorry I'm not a soft-spoken, blank slate for you to force all of your interests and thoughts on, a mind slave for you to own and have complete control over. I'm sorry I didn't enjoy being your personal therapist for your childhood trauma when I was five fucking years old. I'm so incredibly sorry you didn't listen to the doctors when they told you to abort me.

"The youngest child is always the parents' favorite," my ass. I wish people would stop believing that shit and worshipping it like a religion just because it's what they went through.