#my mom wants grandkids

[bunnibabee]

im at a weird point in my life where i know i really really REALLY definitely want to have babies.. my problem is i dont have anyone to have babies WITH

[decaffeinatedpartymuggoop]

Okay, we all know being a demigod is a shit position. Its scary and gets you killed in really nasty ways. But I feel like being a Big Three Kid has to be the shitiest position in all the shit positions.

Like, imagine being Thalia Grace. Your dad is king of the gods, lord of the skies. Led a war to get rid of a tyrant. And the only thing you get is his scorned wife AND brother, who both try to kill you (with one technically succeeding), a drunk of a mother, and brother who you thought was dead. Oh, wait, he’s not dead! No instead he was used as an offering to appease your dad’s wife and help fight in a war and prevent mass destruction.

Or maybe you can imagine being Percy. Son of the sea god, the stormbringer, the earthshaker. You get to live with a disgusting, abusive man for around 6 years. Who smells like literal shit. All because your scent as a demigod is too strong, BECAUSE of who your father is. You see things that you aren’t supposed to see and do things that people can’t do and go years thinking something is wrong with you. That your the problem. Then you get to the one place where you’re supposed to be save. But! Here is the kicker! You’re not! Your uncles hate you and you’ve been accused of stealing a symbol of power. A series of events that will kick off a war, and guess what. You’re a center point for it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood.

Mhm, but then there’s Hazel. Daughter Pluto, god of the underworld and riches. But that doesn’t really change anything does it? She’s still living in 1930s America, in a red state. One where confederate flags still hang if you go deep enough into the city. She go to a school where the kids are supposed to be just like her! They still don’t like her tho. She’s got no idea who your father is, only that he left her with a parting gift. Only it’s not really a gift. Sure, she can pull rubies and diamonds from the earth, all worth millions. But anyone who’s ever gonna touch it will die. She lives with her mother, a woman gone so mad with greed it kills her. And Hazel, by the way. Laying dead Alaska, inhaling oil. But it doesn’t end there! She can’t have her mother suffering for eternity, can she? The answer is no. Hazel gets to spend the next 70 years in the Fields of Asphodel. It still doesn’t end! Because when she’s brought back to life, she gets to fight in a war against giants, her sad story seemingly never ending.

Nico’s a son of one of the Big Three, one of the most ancient and most powerful. But most people look at him as something bad, something not worth taking a second glance at. Something too look away from, mostly. He’s from the 30s, spent years in a magical time casino with only his sister at his side. She doesn’t stay for long though, she dies soon after they discover their heritage. And he doesn’t remember his mother much, a name without a face. A face without a name. He survived an attempted assassination at 2, though it wouldn’t be the only time his was life was threatened. He clings to his sister, even though she’s dead. He’s the son of the god of the underworld, is he not? There had to be a way, and there is. Only she won’t talk to him, she seems more concerned with communicating with the guy who got her killed instead. She chooses rebirth, and he decides to lay it to rest. She’s not coming back, and he has a war to fight in. (He gets stuck in a jar and forcibly outed a few years later, but that’s a lot to get into for now.)

Jason Grace is a pillar of New Rome, their golden boy, their American boy. He’s a son of Jupiter, a natural born leader. He’s been at camp for as long as he can remember, he wants to be praetor soon. He’s had a rocky start, but maybe he’ll be one of the lucky ones. Retire a veteran and live a long life with Reyna in New Rome. Only that never happened. He has no idea where he is, there’s a girl holding his hand, and she’s cute but it feels wrong. They get attacked and people come in and call him a Greek demigod, familiar, yes, but still wrong. It doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t put things into perspective the way it does for Piper and Leo. He’s goes to a quest to rescue Hera, the name sounds wrong. He nearly dies but at least he remembers who he is. He spends the next 6 months trying to get back home, even though he isn’t too sure on where or what home is. He gets there, eventually, but it doesn’t stop there. He’s dragged on quests and battles and fights in the war but at least he survives it, he’s still there. Apollo needs help, he and Piper give him aid. He gets dumped. He doesn’t get to he a veteran in New Rome. Not with Reyna, not with Piper, not with anybody. He doesn’t get kids or grandkids. No, he gets shot down, another demigod buried.

You could be any one of them, really. Pick your poison, but I guarantee you won’t like any of them. Spending years trying to find a place where you belong, where you feel safe. Only for it to never come.

Percy, who, if you really look at the books, isn’t really all that well liked until he’s at least 2 years into camp. Only to then be sidelined because the courages, brave, fearless daughter of Zeus is back from the dead. Nico, the son of one of the most feared and hated gods. Who has death written all over him, who excludes it so much animals can smell it and humans can sense it, who’s been ostracized and pushed off to the side since he was 10. Hazel, who was treated like disease as soon as she stepped foot on camp soil. Who’s gone her whole life looked as something that’s cursed, that will only bring misfortune, a bad omen.

Shit positions, all of them.

[godblooded]

i don’t know how to live in a world without my aunt. i… don’t.

[touchlikethesun]

ahaha my mom thinks i can’t hear bc i have headphones on (sometimes i can’t but right now they’re just on to block out white noise) and she’s telling my father how worried she is that i’m going to feel isolated and alienated from the family now that both of my brothers have serious girlfriends that they bring home and i don’t have a partner. to which i am fighting back cruel laughter. as if my brothers getting girlfriends are the thing that’s going to make me feel isolated and alienated, as if i haven’t been subtly but noticeably excluded, and alienated by virtue of being different, by every person in this family for at least 15 years. so yk bit too late to be having these “fears” imo

[moe-broey]

"I didn't really raise either of you in a gendered way" When I was like 10 or 11 maybe 12 but definitely not 13 yet, one day you asked me if I wanted to try on the wedding dress you married my dad in. I liked playing dress up and I liked hanging out with you, so I said yes. We're in the living room that you would (already have?) marry my stepdad in. You button up the back of the dress, I don't know why this becomes a core memory. You married my stepdad in a sundress, very casual, very small "event", only the barest of minimum people required to officiate and witness the wedding were there. You tell me, "Maybe one day, when you get married, you can wear this dress. Oh, but you don't have to if you don't want to! But, do you want it?" I still have the dress. I'm a man. And I don't think I'll ever marry. "You can get rid of it, you won't hurt my feelings." I can't.

[ashtonisvibing]

my dad: mentioning the idea of me having kids one day, or at least getting with someone who would want kids

me: trying so fucking hard so subtly convey with my face that i will never have kids and will never be with someone who wants kids without having to outright say it

[rosicheeks]

how is the sale going?

🙃🙃🙃🙃

[natalienomad]

I don't think ive ever used this blog before as like a diary, but I think this is important. I met a wonderful older woman online, and weve discussed a lot of stuff over the past month.

The goal is basically helping re-raise me. And give me a loving family home that I never had. One that isn't tied to romance or what have you. We've talked about what this would lead to. Actual Adult Adoption. To have a loving Mom. Not just a Mommy or Daddy. But a Mom that I could always go to if everything falls apart. And she's been telling her son about me too, and he's already on board with having a little sister! My life has gotten so crazy since I transitioned, and it genuinely makes me feel the happiest I've ever been. Each day just gets better even through all the troubles.

Obviously we aren't going through with the adoption soon, but eventually. And we both agree on that, taking the time to get to know each other. And the more we talk the more it seems it was always meant to be, our values align, everything just makes sense. I've thought a lot about how my old family treated me growing up and especially as an adult. And even if they did accept me as their daughter-which I know they don't and never will, theyd only lie to get me close enough to abuse me more-they never liked me. We didn't agree on anything. Even basic stuff like what defines happiness. Or ever put any effort into getting to know me. It was always on their terms. Well. Not anymore. I'm getting to know My Mom on my terms, and she shows actual interest in who I am and not what she wants me to be.

It's a refreshing change of pace. I love my life. I love my In Laws. I'm starting to love my family.

[pastelsugar6w6]

for your (mostly my) consideration: Mexican-American Alfred. still sounds like your typical California west coast white boi and no one can ever guess he speaks perfect unaccented Spanish. Absolutely blows his friends' minds when they go out to eat and he starts having a full on conversation with the waitress at the taqueria. bringing his white-as-fuck English bf home to meet mamá, papá, abuelita, abuelo los primos, y los tíos y tías. Arthur so used to a small, slightly distant family suddenly kissed on both cheeks by Alfred's mum and grandma and immediately being yelled at, "¡Oh, estás tan flacito! ¿Te gusta la comida Mexicana? Vamos, vamos. ¡Tenemos mucha! ¡Déjame conseguir un plato, mijo!" Not a day at the Jones house that Arthur isn't given a plate at the dinner table and asked about his day and treated like he's already part of the family. Just Alfred with a really big, loud, loving Mexican family <3

Also Arthur doesn't understand a WORD of Spanish. He can barely ask where the bathroom is. He does his best to learn to communicate but Alfred has to translate back and forth. When they're inevitably hit with the "Entonces, ¿cuándo se casarán ustedes dos?", Alfred almost spits out his drink. "MÁ!" "Quiero nietos, mijito."

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

"Takeomi is Sanzu&Senju's half-brother" headcanon, sure

But is the Akashi grandmother biologically related to him or not... Hm....

[clamorybus]

this is the silliest complaint, but im honestly surprised by how many reviewers side with miss piper about hiding their cromwell witch ancestry from her kids

[guinevereslancelot]

it's june 😳

[majormeilani]

everything i hear about childbirth and pregnancy makes me want to go through it even less and less the more i learn. it's not even like i hate children or anything bc i don't even mind kids but the process of birth sounds like a fucking nightmare and everyone always says childbirth always "ruins" your body for the rest of your life.

and what really sucks is how the process is taught to us in school and stuff omits so much of the possible complications that can result from it all and the reality of what it entails.

[phantaloon]

aita for snapping at my friend bc shes pressuring me to have kids simply bc she wants her kids to have friends??

[sharkys-serious-stuff]

My mom being every single fake supportive mom in a nutshell.

How does she put me to my dad AND her friend because I told her I wanted to use they/them yet still use "she/her," "ma'am," and "my daughter" when referring to me?? How does she claim to support me no matter what but when I tell her I might be asexual she says I'm too young to know and then proceeds to make comments like "sex is meant to be enjoyed" when I mention anything asexual? How does she claim to love me and my siblings equally when she praises my sister if she gets a 78 in class yet scolds me heavily if I get a 78? How come she claims to love me but yells at me to shut the fuck up when I just try to ask her if anything is wrong? How come she claims to want to protect me but she still lets my cousin enter the same room as me? How come she claims that I'm beautiful yet say I need makeup?

How does she call herself "my mother" when she barely treate me with any love or respect?

[crystalis]

when my grandma was staying here i learned that my dad hates his side of the family and theyre kinsa crazy