#my parents separated

[justvea18]

Risk it all

[the-random-phan]

Ectoberhaunt Day 13

Isekai: Old Hero New World

[terresdebrume]

Stumbled on this picture of the cat I was gifted for my 20th birthday

She was a lovely girl whom I left with my parents because she was an outdoor cats and I didn't know what my living situation would be once I reached Cambodia. She was six years old when I moved. I saw her again when she was 8, then again when she was 9. Then COVID hit and I didn't get to see her again before she died last year.

It feels weird to remember that she won't be there the next time I visit my mother.

She doesn’t like that the laptop/my knees move when I type stuff.

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

realized earlier today that upon being given a set of keys to lock up at work (there are so many fucking doors the fuck) my lanyard was getting to they beat jesus with that kinda energy

[omint]

[utilitycaster]

"D&D automatically makes you sympathetic to oppressive hierarchical structures" is "Video games make you violent" for terminally online people who think that the way to be a Good Person is to like the Right Characters in Morally Correct Shows

[l1li4n]

y'all I'm not okay. how will i live????

[stellar-collective]

Would it be alright if you draw anyone stuck dealing with paperwork? I don't know who's the one most likely to be have a giant backlog of papers and tasks to sort through.

My bet is Phoenix though.

neither of them have done any paperwork since Rising Phoenix and it’s finally caught up with them

[sieglinde-freud]

let it be known that i love prince inigo with my whole soul. however sometimes it is SO much fun to think about owain and his two most loyal-est knights you ever seen: worst guy in the world #1 and worst guy in the world #2. i love retainer inigo and severa so much. retainers who bully you and make fun of you and trash on you but they’d leave behind everyone and everything they ever knew to follow you and protect you in a whole new universe. they love you so much that they’d swear allegiance to total strangers but that loyalty pales in comparison to what they’d do for you. and they were all lovers!!!!!!!

[applecherry108]

Separated (part 9/final)

<- previous [first]

At last… she is complete. 😩 Ending with full-color irony as the boys settle into their respective families. 💚 Not sure what story within this au I’ll do next, but thank you to everyone who’s read and stuck with me while I worked on this comic. I know Zelda derailed me for a hot minute, but I’m so happy I was able to finish. I hope you’ve enjoyed the story so far! 😉

More Parent Trap (aka separated) AU here

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #154

CW: this one's pretty gruesome. read at your own risk 

Peter is a young child who's been kidnapped. His parents and/or his aunt and uncle were killed and he was taken. Along with a bunch of other little kids, he's been held captive and experimented on.

When the Avengers suddenly bust the kidnapping operation, the kidnappers try at the last second to destroy their research. They gas the small room where the kids are being held.

It's Iron Man who ends up blasting through. What he finds is horrifying. All but one of the children are dead.

The one who's left is just sitting among the bodies, crying, shocked, terrified. Iron Man carries him out of there, then once they're safe from the gas Tony steps out of the suit to comfort the kid while he's given oxygen.

Little 5-year-old Peter Parker imprints on his savior hard.

He just went through an unimaginable amount of trauma, then Iron Man burst through like an avenging angel. This is the first time he's ever felt protected in his memory. Tony holds the crying kid, and the kid can tolerate no one else near him.

This becomes a slight problem when they get back to base. But Tony can't find it in him to let SHIELD take the kid away, let them strip him of this one tiny bit of comfort. He keeps seeing all those other kids when he closes his eyes.

This one needs him right now. And if "right now" eventually becomes "this is my son," well. Who could've predicted that.

[tapakah0]

[yoohyeon]

Okay I always feel really bad asking that so I never do, but this time I really need help me paying for an eye exam and new glasses it would be kind of you 😔

One hinge broke and I had to glue it and it’s fine but now the rims is seperating from the lenses and that’s bad :( I have a wedding to go too Sunday so if I can at least try to get them repaired until I have money I would be happy

Kofi : https://ko-fi.com/alexkorimi

Also donate to 🇵🇸 if you can they need it more than me

[itsbasil]

"Two Slow Dancers"

Spartans produced by unsanctioned, clandestine corporate programs rarely get to grow up and train alongside one another the way the original Spartan-IIs and IIIs did.

Cato (serial no. 62-06-40303) and Sage (serial no. 62-06-40411) are a rare glimpse at what becomes possible when they do.

[madamewalburga]

Sirius blinked once to steady himself from the minor sway Apparition always gives him. The grass was wet under his black leather shoes, and he glared at every droplet slowly coating it — as if sheer will (annoyance) might stop the light rain around him.

He could've summoned an umbrella and spelled himself dry, but being annoyed was slightly easier than doing all that.

He stopped at the sight before him, straightened his back, and held his head high. Immediately realizing what he did, he scowled and slouched even lower, glaring at the back of the person in front of him.

Five years after leaving Grimmauld, the sight of Walburga's perfect posture still drives him into the perfect heir mode.

"Summon an umbrella, you dog," Walburga chastised him, back still facing Sirius. She was completely dry, her right hand holding up a transparent umbrella sprouting out the tip of her wand.

Sirius snickered at the insult. He walked closer until she was standing a few feet beside her. He made a show of messily kicking the mud off his shoes at Walburga's direction. Not that it reached her, invisible full-body umbrella and all.

"Half-witted canine."

Sirius smiled wider. "Hello to you too, mother dear."

They stood side by side in silence, breathing in the smell of wet soil of the fresh grave below their feet.

"I have a question," Sirius, for the first time in years, turned his whole body to look at the person who raised him fully. Arms crossed on his chest, he lazily pointed at the sky and asked, "Why does it always rain when someone gets buried? Isn't it a bit... y'know?"

"Finish your sentence, boy." Walburga replied, still not looking at her son. She flicked her wand very slightly, the faint glimmer of her magic reflected on the top of Sirius's head.

Sirius kept his eyes on that wand and reached for his own. He scoffed at the thought of this person starting... things here, of all places, just because he did not finish a sentence.

"Well?" Walburga asked.

"It's a bit cliché, is it not?"

The corner of Walburga's lips rose. "Somebody has to mourn the dead, no?"

"What, you're not mourning it enough?"

"No," Walburga replied quickly. "Are you?"

Smiling at the answer he should've expected, Sirius replied, "Fuck no."

"Language."

Sirius shook his head. Unbelievable. His mother could not even pretend to be mad at him. He crouched down to touch the soil of his father's grave, tracing an outline of a dick with the tip of his wand.

"How childish."

"You should try it too, Mother. It's a bit fun."

He took a cigarette from the chest pocket of his suit. Before lighting it, he pointed his wand up to summon that umbrella he should've summoned moments ago. Only to look up and notice the glimmer of Walburga's magic over him. He immediately looked back down and lit the tip of his cigarette, swallowing the tightness of his throat before taking a puff.

Sirius finished his first cigarette wordlessly. He pressed it against the soil and watched the remaining embers die before sticking it over his father's grave.

"Do not desecrate your father's grave."

"I would piss and shit here if I was a dog." Sirius took another cigarette from his pocket. "Wait, you called me one earlier." He grinned up at her, who rolled his eyes at him.

He observed his mother's face. Her features were still regal and sharp, even with age. Not that his mother was old. He'd never thought about it, but his mother had him when she was just a bit older than he currently is. Her grey eyes never left the tombstone. Though Sirius considered himself an expert in deciphering his mother's expressions, try as he might he had no idea what his mother was thinking as she stared blankly at Orion's grave.

Sirius offered her the cigarette. "Want one?"

For the first time since he arrived here, Walburga stared at him. Sirius held her gaze.

She took the cigarette and lighted it wordlessly. And wandlessly.

Full of surprises today, his mother.

"You have to teach me that," Sirius smirked at her.

"I tried to teach you many useful things and this is what you ask of me?"

"Well, that's a neat trick." Sirius stood up with a groan. He faced his mother and swallowed the tightness in his throat again.

"You know what you should do?" He asked softly. "You should remarry."

His mother chuckled mirthlessly.

"I mean it."

Walburga exhaled. "You should come back to Grimmauld. Sort out the family affairs. Do your duty to—"

"You know I won't."

"You still should." Walburga exhales smoke again, this time slower. "Much as you and I hate this both, you're the only one who can pass on the family name."

"You can! Go and remarry. Find someone you love—"

His mother laughed.

"—make him take the family name. Spend the entire Black fucking fortune, I do not care for it. Do whatever you want!"

Walburga considered him and for the first time in so long, Sirius saw the same adoration his mother used to have for him. Before he disappointed her. Walburga reached out to touch his face. He flinched and closed his eyes before she could touch him. When he opened his eyes, his mother was back to staring blankly at his father's tombstone, her hand clutching her skirt tightly.

"You know I can't," she whispered.

Blinking back the heat behind his eyes, he whispered. "Yes, you can."

Not hearing a response from his mother, he repeated it more firmly. "Yes, you can. You can do whatever the fuck you want now, mummy. You're free!"

"Are you?" his mother faced him once more. "Free?" Of him? Of me?

Sirius stared at her. He smiled. "I'm doing my best."

"Good," Walburga nodded. "Good."

They stood together in silence once more, both finishing their cigarettes. Sirius opened his mouth to try and convince his mother one last time, only to be beaten to it by her.

"That Potter boy has been lurking around the woods for ages now. Tell him to get lost if he doesn't know how to pay his respects properly."

Sirius turned to the trees and saw James hide behind one. James took a peek after a while. When he caught Sirius's eyes, he raised a brow and mouthed 'Go now?', his thumb pointing behind him.

Sirius threw him a v. "Fucking idiot."

"Language."

Sirius faced Walburga again. He swiped his palm over his mouth, muttering what sounded like a fuck it. "If you don't mind me bringing James, I could stop by Grimmauld, see what I can do—"

"Don't." Walburga smiled at him. She reached out to touch his face, and Sirius stood still beneath her touch. "You're doing your best, remember?"

Sirius stayed still.

"Go now. Your James is waiting."

Sirius nodded and turned to walk towards James.

"Sirius."

He paused.

"Don't sleep with your hair wet."

He kept his head down, staring at his now polished shoes as he approached James.

"Hey," James ran his fingers through Sirius's hair as he tried to meet the other's eyes. "Chin up, yeah?"

"Okay."

"Okay," James smiled at him. He glanced above James's head when he caught the glimmer of magic.

"Home now?"

"Yeah," Sirius nodded. "Home now."

James offered his hand, and Sirius took it.

It was completely dry.

[nightskyli]

Peri being jealous of Irep and Dev shows to me that while he wants to bond with Dev like Irep (seemingly) did, he doesn't *know* how.

While they may not be the best match initially, the fact remains they did match and it not working out will harm them both long term.

So I hope they do. They both have growing to do and I hope they do it with Peri still as Dev's godparent.