#please destroy my uterus

[themilfsland]

Pleaseeee destroy me 🤲

[minhosimthings]

Girl Dad!Enhypen headcannons

Pairings: Enhypen × fem!reader (sep.)

Warnings: fluff fluff I'm choking on this fluff, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of birth, mentions of food, also swearing because I can't handle myself lol

A/N: alright bitches I am high on baby fever so if I'm dying IM TAKING Y'ALL DOWN WITH ME. Tagging @jaeyunluvr for obvious reasons.

Stray Kids version!

Lee Heeseung

Is SO Bambi eyed when you tell him you're pregnant

Like 🥺 this be him, all teary eyed and happy

As if he didn't rail the brains out of you last night but whatever

He was already a simp for you but now that you're pregnant?

"My wife is my entire life and I will walk through every element in this world for her and I would destroy this entire world for her did you know that I love my wife?"

SO EXCITED WHEN YOU START SHOWING He cries over how soft you look sometimes

When I say he sings to your belly at night- (he rants about how the baby kicked when he sang his fav song to the guys)

And gets so starry eyed when baby kicks at his favourite song

Literally the best during birth, he's such a cheerleader

Sobs literal rivers when he holds the baby

"She looks so much like you."

Looks at his daughter as if he would end the world for her

HEESEUNG STOP WE ARE WEAK WOMEN HERE

Singing lessons are basically free for her and Heeseung sobs to you every night about how good she's been getting

Loves to have Karaoke dates with her and teaches her how to make music

Brags so much

"Y/N can you take your husband please he's been talking about his child for hours now we are tired" "hey guys do you know what she did yesterday-"

He died inside when she tried to hit a high note and succeeded

10/10 dad, must marry Heeseung I have a ring

Park 'Jay' Jongsoeng

Do I hear the best girl dad in the entire world?

YES I FUCKING DO DAD JAY AGENDA LETS GAURRRRR

When you tell him, he kisses your face so much

WORSHIPS YOU you are a Goddess in his eyes

normally Jay wouldn't let you do anything but now? He will ravage the earth if you lift even an atom

"what are you doing out of bed?" "I have to pee Jay for god's sake-"

Belly massages are free and unlimited with a husband like him

And so is the food because he will cook everything you ask for as if it's the last thing he'll do

Builds the bassinet properly, and makes sure to turn you on because mooscles SHUT UP IM HAVING A MOMENT

Asks his mom for advice if he doesn't know what to do

Is a brave boi during birth like he is NOT hesitant to do any shit you want

Cries part 2

And I mean he sobbed his entire water weight out of his body when he held his tiny baby

"I have two princesses to take care of now"

JAY PLEASE I HAVE A UTERUS STAPPH

Takes care of everything, and I mean everything

Not a surprise to see your baby girl strapped to his chest by a harness 24/7

Daddy-daugher dates are a must!!

His phone storage is literally just her

"Hey guys look at this picture of my baby"

Sim "Jake" Jaeyun

Jake.exe has stopped working

Literally just stares at you when you tell him, so much so you have to wave your hands in front of him to snap him out

"WE'RE HAVING A BABY WHAT"

Congratulations dear reader, because now your husband is basically attached to your belly

"Baby did she kick-" "bro I just moved chill"

Double congratulations because now Layla and him are fighting for your attention

Literally so lost in everything related to women, pregnancy, and birth but he tries

And by that I mean, he stares at you doe-eyed while you explain everything

Most likely to faint during the birth because lord he can't handle this, he's a princess babygirl

Sobs part 3

"she has your eyes" JAKE STOP

Layla and baby besties forever which makes Jake weak in da knees

Will not leave your baby alone even for a second like he's attached to her now

Loves shopping for her

Literally spoils the shit out of her do y'all see this man buying diamonds because I do

"Baby, of COURSE we have to get her matching outfits how else will we do movie night without matchy pajamas"

Jake come home the kids miss you

Park Sunghoon

Yay you have officially broken Park mf Sunghoon

When you tell him, he's literally just 😶😶

No thoughts, brain has evaporated

But then-

"IM HAVING A FUCKING BABY"

You're like chill mf what the hell

Will literally carry you everywhere no matter if you tell him to put you down

"Hoon I can walk-"

*already picking you up* "sorry can't hear I'm deaf"

He makes so many plans, and organises literally everything

Also will get confused on how to build the cradle thingy

He's shit scared of birth, but will definetly allow you to squeeze his hand as hard as you want

Sobs part 4

She looks like you part 3

ICE SKATING DATES WHADUPPP

I'm crying just imagining hoon holding her tiny hands and guiding her through the ice

Your daughter is a fashionista thanks to her dad

Spoils her shitless part 2

"GUYS GUYS YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT MY BABY DID THE OTHER DAY" *doesn't even wait for a yes*

Kim "Sunoo" Seonwoo

My dude is so chill

Probably the normalest out of all of em

Hugs you and kisses you all over

But inside he's screaming crying throwing up shaking kicking his feet in the air

Literally treats the house like a military base once you staart showing

*talking to Enha* "If anything goes even the slightest bit wrong I will murder all of you."

So obsessed with literally just watching you because in his eyes you're so adorable

LOVES THE WAY YOU WADDLE

Gets so cocky over helping you like he's so proud, showing off his muscles and everything

Sunoo please you're my age STAPHH

MAKES AND TRIES YOUR WEIRD CRAVINGS

Will probably be disgusted by birth but he's a strong sailor he pulls through

Mentally breakdowns while holding your child because omg she's so tiny!!!

Mint choco lover agenda lessons starts from day 1

No child of Sunoo's is gonna hate mint choco

Daddy-daughter dates are a MUST

Loved bonding with her so much

Will definitely do her hair if she decides to grow it long

AND WILL GO TO SELF DEFENCE CLASSES WITH HER I WILL DIE BY THIS HILL

Sunoo I am a weak woman STOP

[poppitron360]

Rome wasn’t built in a day.

But this fanfic was written in one! This is a continuation of this post that I made (suggest you read it first for context). Basically Jason and Leo had a baby through divine intervention and Piper is the surrogate. I literally started adding to it this time yesterday and now it’s over 3,000 words long. Whoops!

Credits to @xixovart for helping me with the Spanish, I also used google translate for some, so please forgive any mistakes that I made (there are probably loads).

Tagging also: @fictionalmenaremytype @lavenderfairiez @sleepyycapybara @puzzled-pegasus @im-always-lost-in-a-book @keefessketchbook @imnoturfriend-im-a-swiftie13 @hollow8007 @euryvices @ottpopfic @child-of-helios @ginnyluna

Summary: Lost Trio Baby is born, and it doesn’t go well.

Disclaimer: I get everything I know about childbirth from watching episodes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. I have no idea if this is accurate or not.

CW: The Miracle Of Birth™, Potential Major Character Death (Or maybe not! No spoilers!!)

Word Count: Approx. 3,870

The Birth

(…Part 1?)

"FASTERRRR!!!!!!" Piper screamed, straining against the seatbelt in the back of the car.

"I'm already pushing the speed limit!" Leo screamed back, his voice just as panicked as Piper's.

"Stay calm, everyone!!" Jason shouted.

"AAAAAARRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Piper roared. Jason and Leo joined in the yelling as they barrelled down the highway.

Then Piper caught fire.

"Piper!" Leo yelped. He began to turn to check on her.

"WATCH THE ROAD!" Jason yelled, pushing Leo towards the steering wheel.

"But-"

"I'll check on her," Jason assured him. He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned into the back. Piper's whole body was aflame- luckily Leo had fireproofed the leather seats of the car- she was writhing in agony, but she seemed unharmed by the fire.

"Piper, just breathe, okay? We're gonna get through this."

"Is she okay?" Leo yelled.

"She's fine!" Jason called back.

"No I'm not!" Piper screamed, "I've got an angry demigod baby trying to destroy my uterus!"

Jason slipped on a dragon-hide glove and reached out, gripping Piper's flaming hand. He felt a jolt of electricity shoot from Piper's grasp. “PUTAIN ÇA FAIT MAL!!” Piper shouted in French.

"WE'RE ALMOST THERE!" Leo shouted. The tires screached down the road. Jason let go of Piper's hand and sat back down, throwing his seatbelt on before the car skidded to a halt on the country path. Leo threw open the driver-side door and walked over to Piper. Jason did the same, and together they unbuckled her from the back and heaved her out. She wrapped her still-flaming arm around Leo's body- which was also starting to smoke. The three of them stumbled up half-blood hill, where Will Solace waited for them, alongside Kayla, Austin, Nico, and Chiron. They rushed them into the infirmary.

Jason watched through the window of the delivery room. The fire was getting dangerous now, so only Piper, Leo, and Will were allowed to be present. Will was wearing a full-body dragon hide suit and a welder’s mask to protect him from the flames. Leo was half of the problem. Every time Piper yelped and he became more agitated, fire crackled and spit around him. The flames were up to the ceiling now. Jason couldn't see what was happening exactly through the inferno. He paced outside the door.

“I should be in there,” He muttered, “I should be with them.”

Nico put a hand on his shoulder, “It’s okay, Jason. Will’s got this, he’s delivered babies before.”

“No but-“ He gestured towards the blaze in the delivery room. He continued pacing, running his hands through his hair, “What if Piper doesn’t make it? What if the baby gets hurt? What if-“

“Look, just stay calm, Jason,” Kayla soothed.

“I’m not helping anyone worrying out here! I should be in there-“

“Jason…” Chiron chided.

“It’s not safe,” Nico urged, “Piper has some sort of magic protecting her and the baby. Leo’s… Leo. Will has these fireproof potions from Hecate cabin, but still, he shouldn’t be in there, he has to-“

Suddenly, Leo rushed out the door, still aflame, breathless and panicky. The fire outside the window was swirling wildly, and Jason could sense strong winds circling around Piper.

"A storm..." He gasped, "Piper..."

"Is she okay?" Jason asked.

“I… I hope so.”

"Is Will okay?" Nico asked.

Leo looked back at the door.

"It's getting too dangerous in there," Chiron said. He threw open the door and entered the burning room.

Leo put his back against the wall and sank to the floor. Jason sat down next to him.

"It's not looking good, Jason."

"What? Is she-"

“Sh-She might not make it,” Leo said, shakily, “There’s a chance… but that magic around her isn’t strong enough. It’s meant to protect the baby, not her.”

Jason rested his head against the wall and closed his eyes in despair. He heard the inferno whirling inside the room behind them.

Nico walked over and punched him in the arm, "If Will gets hurt in there, Valdez, I'm gonna..." He trailed off when he saw Leo crying.

"It's my fault..." Leo whimpered, "It's because of me..."

"No, cariño, no..." Jason soothed.

"It's my power, Jason. It's my power that's killing her."

“That’s not true, Leo. It’s mine as much as yours, for one thing. Also, it’s not your fault. You didn’t choose-“

"This is what I did to my mom," Leo continued, "She must’ve went through all this giving birth to me. And she was mortal. And she was on her own- she couldn’t tell anyone… oh, gods, what did I put her through? What am I putting Piper through? And what about this baby? Am I cursing them to have the same miserable life as I did?”

“Leo…”

“I don’t what this kid to turn out like me, Jason. If they’re anything like me we’ll be going to their funeral sixteen years from now. But with this fire… I don’t want Piper to suffer the same fate my mom did. If something’s wrong with the birth-“

“She’ll be fine,” Kayla cut in. She walked over and sat by Leo, “Chiron will help. Will knows what he’s doing. We’ve got ambrosia and nectar on stand-by. And Piper’s strong. She’ll get through this.”

Jason wrapped his arms around him, "Happiest day of our lives, remember? Focus on the positives. Let’s review baby names.”

“No dead people,” Leo recited, “At least no-one who died young. Names have power.”

“That’s right,” Jason agreed, “If it's a girl..."

"Isabella. Or Daniella.”

"And if it's a boy?"

"Either Antonio, Benjamin, or Leo Jr-"

"I said no to that one."

"I think we should keep our options open."

Jason laughed, and Leo’s mood brightened a little. Jason could tell he was still terrified- they all were- but their hope kept them going.

“How about Jason Jr?” Jason suggested.

“I don’t know… I just think “Leonidas Valdez the Second” sounds badass,” Leo said.

“That’s if it’s a boy, though.”

“Leonidas could be a girl’s name,” Kayla pointed out.

“Gender is relative,” Austin added, joining Kayla on the floor next to them.

“And what will the baby call us?” Jason asked.

“You’re Dada, I’m Papa,” Leo recalled.

The fire in the room behind them increased in rage. Nico sat to the side of Jason, and closed his eyes in silent prayer. The four of them sat in silence, listening to the burning room behind them.

Then, suddenly, the door to the infirmary swung open, and Percy, Annabeth, Frank and Hazel rushed in.

“Is the baby born yet? Did we miss it?” Hazel asked, excitedly.

Leo looked down and stifled a sob.

Percy saw the blaze outside the window and rushed to take a closer look.

“What’s going on?” Annabeth asked, “Is Piper-“

“She’s got magic protecting her and the baby,” Austin explained, “But the exhaustion might be too much for her to take. And Will’s still in there- he’s got protection, but he’s-“

Without a word, Leo stood up, walked over to the other end of the room, and burst into flames.

“Chiron’s helping, though,” Jason continued, “And he’s immortal.”

“I’m going in,” Percy said, “I’m a little fireproof.”

“And I’m a big fireproof, and I couldn’t even go in there, with the storm,” Leo retorted, “That’s not a little fire. Percy-“

“Do you think a huge water-pipe bursting above their heads would hurt the baby?”

“Let’s not risk it,” Jason warned.

Hazel had walked over to Leo and was trying to soothe him. Frank was standing uncomfortably in the middle of the room, looking back and forth between the fire that was Piper, and the fire that was Leo.

“Wait- what’s happening?” Frank asked.

“Leo and Jason’s powers,” Kayla explained, “The baby has both of them. It’s currently trying to burn its way into the world at 500 degrees Fahrenheit, complete with atmospheric thunderclouds. It’s a spectacle fit for the likes of my father.”

“So does that mean-“

Suddenly, the fire inside the room died. The windows were blackened with soot, so they couldn’t see through. Everything was quiet. They were all still. Leo stood up and rushed into the room before Jason could stop him. Jason followed.

Will, covered head to toe in fireproof gear, stood, looking very shaken. He was holding something sticky with blood and covered in soot. It was wailing at the top of its lungs. A shrill, high-pitched sound. Piper was unconscious on the bed, but breathing.

“Let her get some rest,” Will said, nodding towards Piper, “She’s exhausted.”

“Is she gonna be okay?” Leo asked.

“I th-think she’ll be fine.”

Chiron carefully took the child from Will’s arms. “You need rest too, young man,” He ordered, “I will get the baby cleaned up.”

Will nodded, sleepily. He walked over to the door, but before he left, he turned to Jason and Leo. “It’s a girl, by the way,” he told them.

Jason walked over to Leo, and gave him a massive hug.

“Holy Hephaestus, I just had a baby,” Leo muttered.

“We just had a baby,” Jason agreed.

“We are parents to an actual human child…”

A few moments later, Chiron trotted back to them, and handed them a freshly de-sootified newborn baby.

“I give you three some time to get aquatinted,” he whispered, then he left.

Leo sank into a chair, the child cradled in his arms. The world was so quiet.

“A girl,” Leo whispered, “Mi bebita.”

Jason pulled up another chair next to the bed where Piper was asleep.

"Hi!" Leo cooed, "Hello! Aw, you caused quite a blaze there, didn't you? You take after Tu Papá."

The man who had been so tense merely seconds before softened so much when he held the child.

“Hola, mi estrella,” Jason said to her.

Leo looked up at him and smiled. The most joyous smile Jason had ever seen. “Mi vida, mi alma, mi hermoso fuego,” He whispered.

He rocked her in silence for a few seconds.

“She looks like my mom,” Leo said, “Don’t you think?”

“I-I never met her,” Jason reminded him.

“She looks like Mom.” Leo decided, “Her Abuela. But she’s got your eyes.”

Jason looked at the child. She did have piercing, ice-blue eyes, just like his own.

Leo passed the baby over to him. She was warm to the touch, cooling down from the oven. He stared at the tiny thing. Her beautiful face, her slightly pointed nose, her winning smile, her dark skin, all like Leo’s. But those eyes were Jason’s. He held her in his arms, his daughter. She was his, and she was Leo’s. She was made from their love and their partnership. He looked at Piper, his best friend, snoring quietly in her bed. He looked at Leo. The three of them had made this, together. They would always be together.

The four of them stayed there, in that ash-covered room, peacefully. And for once in their lives, everything was as it should be.

[…]

They stepped out, Piper with the baby, Jason and Leo either side of her, onto the porch of the big house, where a sea of campers and friends were waiting.

“Guys,” Leo announced, “Meet Isabella!”

The campers around them gasped.

Suddenly, Chiron’s knees buckled into a bow. The others began to kneel too.

“All hail Isabella Valdez,” He boomed, “Legacy of Jupiter, king of the Cosmos, Lord of the Sky, Bringer of Lightning, Ruler of the Gods. Legacy of Hephaestus, Bringer of Fire, God of Creation, Master of the Forge, King of Volcanoes. Hail Isabella Valdez, daughter of Jason and Leo Valdez.”

As they watched, two floating symbols appeared over the newborn’s head. A still image of glowing gold eagle mid-flight- and a glowing red, fiery hammer. Jason smiled, recalling the same hammer floating over Leo’s head all those years ago, and then just about remembering the eagle above his own head, when he was barely a toddler. The symbols hovered next to each other for a few seconds, then vanished.

Percy, Annabeth, Frank, and Hazel approached.

“So you’re okay?” Annabeth asked.

“Yeah…” Piper said, “They wheeled me into recovery, gave me ambrosia and nectar. Still a little sore from being on fire and summoning storms. Leo, how do you do it?”

Leo grinned, “I’m a special boy.”

Suddenly Jason was attacked by a hug. He turned.

“Thalia!” He cried, and hugged her again. Then, she pushed him off, and turned to the child in Leo’s arms.

“Is that my niece?” She demanded.

“Yup,” Leo said, holding Isabella up. Thalia came in close, and the baby reached up and grabbed her pinky finger with her whole fist. Jason watched his sister melt with pure joy.

“She’s got her auntie’s strength, I see,” Thalia said. Jason could tell she was fighting back happy tears.

Chiron trotted over. He nodded to Jason, Leo with the baby, and Piper.

“I’d like to speak to the three of you. Privately.”

The others nodded and left.

Chiron led them into the Big House, and gestured for them to sit down on the couch facing the fireplace. Piper took the armchair and began to breastfeed the baby. Leo and Jason respectfully turned away from her. The Centaur’s back legs compacted into his wheelchair, and he wheeled it towards the furniture, so they were sitting in a semicircle around the hearth.

“Wh-what is it, Chiron?” Jason asked.

The Centaur’s expression turned dark.

“This child…” Chiron said to the three of them, “She has power never before seen in this century… storm and fire…”

“What are you saying?” Piper asked, looking up from her task, “Is she-“

“We can’t know anything yet,” Chiron said, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to worry you, but-“

“Is she…” Leo began. The fire began to crackle more. Jason squeezed his husband’s hand, “Is she dangerous?”

“We… we can’t be certain of anything right now,” Chiron said, “But, considering how rare it is to inherit the godly powers of both parents- particularly of powerful demigods such as yourselves- this clouds the future somewhat.”

“What do you mean?” Jason asked.

“Well, usually the most powerful demigods only appear when something big is about to happen,” He looked directly at Leo when he said this, which caused the fire to spit violently, a spark narrowly missing the carpet and fizzling out on the stone hearth, “And I haven’t seen a legacy this powerful since… well, not for a long time.”

“Something big, you say? Something… bad?” Piper asked, tentatively.

“Well, knowing our luck, then… it’s quite probable,” Chiron said, “Her power might be linked to the fact that she was birthed by a third very powerful demigod. It could just be that, or-“

“But even then, I barely survived that delivery,” Piper said, “Chiron’s right, I don’t think this is just a random occurrence, I think-“

One of the logs in the fireplace burst from the heat, splintering the wood.

“Look, however my daughter turns out, I’m gonna love her,” Jason said.

Chiron put a hand on his shoulder, “I’m not saying that at all, Jason. I just think the future-“

“Yeah? Well, the future’s not now, is it?” Jason didn’t mean to snap, but he could see Leo was getting agitated. If the conversation continued much longer, the fireplace would explode, “Right now, I’m gonna focus on looking after my baby. We can worry about the future- about paying for college, about demigod life- we can worry about it all another time. I’ve spent my whole life worrying about saving the world. Can I please, for once, live normally? Can I put my baby down for a nap and watch vine compilations with my husband and my best friend- who both seem to know all the words to them for some reason? Can you hound me with the future tomorrow? Please?”

Chiron’s eyes twinkled with understanding. He nodded, “Of course, of course, I shouldn’t have put this on you right now. You can go.”

But of course, the future couldn’t wait forever.

The next day, Nico, Will, Percy, Annabeth, Frank, Hazel, Thalia, and Reyna, who had arrived that morning, plus Nyssa and Harley from Hephaestus cabin all crowded around Jason, Leo, and Piper with the baby. Several more onlookers began to approach the gaggle, including Rachel Elizabeth Dare.

“Aww, is that Isabella?” She asked, joining the circle of people around them.

Suddenly, she shuddered, and swooned. She collapsed, and Annabeth caught her. Several campers rushed to her side.

“What’s happening?” Hazel asked.

“A prophecy!” Percy gasped.

Rachel’s eyes began to glow. Green smoke poured out of her mouth. Will found a stool, and lowered her onto it. She sat upright, swaying slightly, like some sort of freaky zombie. Then she raised an arm, and pointed.

Directly at the baby.

She opened her jaw, and began to recite.

“To three of the seven a child is born,

Crest and laurel wreaths adorn

Turn and face Olympus’ might

In sixteen years, her final night”

Pandemonium ensued. Campers hurried around, some running to tell Chiron, some bringing Rachel water, some turning to face them. The world erupted with the sound of a billion questions. Jason began to feel light-headed. He felt Percy’s hand on his shoulder, “Are you-“

He stopped. Amidst the chaos, Leo had crumpled to the floor. He was crouched down with his hands wrapped around his head, rocking backwards and forwards. Jason hurriedly knelt down beside him. Percy rushed off to help Annabeth, who was escorting Piper and the baby out of the crowd.

Several campers formed a circle around Jason and Leo, asking a barrage of questions.

“Give them some space!” A voice yelled. It was Rachel. She got up off her stool, and waved her hands to disperse the congregation. She knelt down, and put a hand on Leo’s shoulder.

“Shoot- I’m so, so, so sorry you guys,” She said to them, “I didn’t mean- I know you don’t- I just-“

“Wha-What did that mean, her f-final night?” Jason stammered.

“I don’t know…” Rachel said, “Prophecies are tricky, it doesn’t necessarily mean… Look, I know that was NOT what you wanted to hear. At all. But we don’t know it was definitely about her!”

“To three of seven a child is born,” Jason recited, “Me, Leo, Piper. Three of the seven half bloods from that other prophecy. You started glowing green as soon as you saw her. You pointed at Isabella.”

“But that doesn’t mean it has anything to do with the last line! A couple Great Prophecies ago, there was this line- “A Hero’s soul cursed blade shall reap”- we all thought Percy was gonna die, but turns out a totally different guy died instead, so it’s fine!”

Leo began to sob.

“No- it’s okay, the guy that died was totally evil. He killed loads of people,” Rachel explained.

Jason wrapped his arms around Leo and cradled him, “Shh, Leo, mi cielo, it’s gonna be okay.”

The thing was, Jason didn’t know if it was gonna be okay. But no matter how terrified he felt, his first instinct was to always comfort Leo.

“Sixteen years…” Leo muttered, “That’s what she said. Sixteen. Just like… Oh Gods…”

“Leo, no-“

“I was right!” Leo cried, “I was right, wasn’t I, Jason? I was cursing her. I told you. I said “If she’s anything like me, in sixteen years we’ll be going to her funeral.” I told you, didn’t I?”

“Leo…”

“It’s all my fault.”

“It’s not your fault, amorsito. I know that much. I don’t know what the future holds, but I know that whatever happens, you’re not to blame.”

“Yeah, Leo, don’t think that,” Rachel agreed, “This isn’t because of you.”

“Except… I died at Sixteen. And if she’s like me… if she has my powers…”

“That doesn’t make it your fault,” Jason said.

“I don’t believe you,” Leo replied, simply.

“Leo-“

Suddenly, Piper came rushing over, breathless. “Annabeth is watching the baby,” She explained. She sat down next to Rachel. “What… happened? Was that really a prophecy?”

“Afraid so,” Rachel said, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to land that on you guys like that. And Leo, it’s not your fault.”

Piper raised an eyebrow, “Is Leo blaming it all on himself, again?”

Jason nodded.

“What’s his excuse this time? “I should’ve preempted this and invented an anti-prophecy device!””

“No it’s “The baby has my powers and therefore will die at sixteen because I died at sixteen!” Which, I have to say, is less plausible than the machine thing,” He turned to Leo, “You don’t control genetics, hermoso. You couldn’t have had a say in what powers she got.”

“But still…”

Piper reached forward, and grabbed Leo’s hand, “This is not your fault, Leo. How many times do we have to tell you that before you start to listen?”

Leo sighed, and said “Okay.” But Jason could see in his eyes that he wasn’t buying it. He would still always believe it was his fault.

The seven of them, Nico, Reyna, Will, Thalia, and Rachel all gathered around the cot in Cabin One.

“So… what do we do?” Frank asked.

“There’s nothing we can do,” Rachel said, sadly, “Thwarting Prophecies is never a good idea.”

Leo glanced at Jason.

No, Jason said, with a glare, I know what you’re thinking, and no. It’s not your fault.

I thwarted a prophecy, Leo seemed to say back with his eyes, And now I’m facing the consequences.

Leo… Jason glanced back. Leo turned away, not wanting to have this conversation any more. Piper shot Jason a look, like she had read the discussion perfectly.

“We can wait, we can hope. And when the time arises…” Rachel trailed off.

“I will fight for my daughter,” Jason said, “Her fate is not set in stone, it never is. We still have choices to make. I don’t know what this prophecy means for my girl, but Gods help me if I don’t go to the ends of the earth to protect her.”

“Yeah!” Leo said, and Jason saw his face harden into a determined grin, “She may have a difficult future, but she has two dads who are both willing to do anything for her.”

“Not to mention her Auntie Piper,” Piper added, stepping forward.

“And me!” Frank said.

“Me too,” Hazel promised.

“We’re in,” Percy announced, his arm around Annabeth’s shoulder, “We’ll see to it that no harm comes to her.”

“Us too,” Nico spoke up, grabbing Will’s hand.

Reyna put a hand on Jason’s shoulder, “She has my full support, understand? I will lend her all of my strength if she needs it.”

“Aww, hell yeah, that’s my niece!” Thalia cried, punching her fist into her palm, “She’s got the most powerful demigods in the world protecting her. If some prophecy wants to hurt her, I’d like to see them try.”

“You guys…” Jason said, addressing the group, “This will be hard. There will be troubles ahead, things we’ve never had to face before…”

He looked around at his friends, all standing, ready to fight. He looked at Leo, the love of his life, who he’d do anything for. He looked at the little girl in the cot, staring up at the thunderclouds in the ceiling of the cabin.

“But with your support, we can make it through this. I can feel it. Things might arise that we might not be able to deal with, but Gods damn us if we don’t try.”

————

Guys...

Should I write a Part 2?

[seikeout]

!SELLER SHOT!

Alhaitham × Fem!Reader

synopsis: He couldn't let someone like you, such an insignificant being like you, challenge him. There was no other way to make you understand his place.

Notes: This is my first post, I thought it was a waste to leave this draft to myself. It's early morning here, so would you say this review was sloppy? English is not my native language, so I apologize for any grammatical errors. This man's return to the banner drove me crazy.

TW: Alhaitham with a big d!ck, female body reader, crying reader? angry sex, cream all over d!ck. Maybe a breedingkink, humiliation kink? I think so.

You took him seriously.

His falling gray hair could be counted every time he spoke to you. With that mischievous and sarcastic smile that made fun of him.

An exchange has never been smooth and easy between you. Obviously, it was a pleasure to have the scribe in your store, wanting your help with something or looking for an object, and you, of course, took advantage of the situation.

Sometimes he said that such an item did not exist, sometimes he put the value at a horrendous high level and the biggest excuse of all:

"I think you are not worthy of my wares, Scribe." His arms crossed below his chest, giving that smile.

Alhaitham hated you. How could someone of his size and position disturb his peace so easily and quickly, get into his mind.

Alhaitham swore he could feel his blood boil and his veins pulse with anger, but like a man of his rank, he took a deep breath and set off to go somewhere else, behind his objective.

You already loved seeing how the Scribe was almost on his knees just for your things, how Alhaitham would go so far as to beg. He loved it even more when he saw the vein next to his head throbbing with anger.

But you never imagined yourself as you would be now.

His pelvis slammed brutally against your ass, leaving loud noises from your sweat-soaked skin. His hands gripped the corner of the table tightly to try to take out all the frustration of pleasure. The same table moved brutally due to the force that the man behind you used. The floor was already dirty from the mess of the two of you, from your past orgasms, your feet on your toes, trying to get away from him.

Her moans of hatred were replaced by moans of pleasure and contextless murmurs. Eyes rolling into the back of his head every time he pushed all the way in, bringing the pleasure of having his G-spot hit and pressed.

His dick spread you so wide that it was impossible for you not to have every part of your pussy molded by him. It was so big that it took a while for everything to enter, it took many minutes of pushing slowly, filling you completely, his body trembled, sensitive every time his tip touched the entrance to your uterus.

"Who knew you only wanted a good fuck with me, hun?" One of the scribe's hands grabbed his hair, pinning his back to his abdomen. The thump of wet skin made you let out a more needy moan. “You look so much prettier with that stupid bitch face.” He laughed arrogantly, cupping your cheeks and sealing your lips with his. His tongue was brutal in invading, smearing all of your drool all over your faces.

His body hurt from how long they had been at it, how many orgasms had he given you so far and he didn't even have one? His resistance was so much that you envied, it only took two fingers and cumming on his fingers that you already felt exhausted. But he wasn't satisfied, he wanted more from you, he wanted to make you pay for all the times you humiliated him. He would destroy you and then make you his.

"Haitham, archons! P-please!" You didn't even know why you were begging so much, you just felt like you had to ask, that you needed to beg for him. His pussy clenched again, sucking his cock hungrily, spilling more of her juices down his thighs.

Alhaitham knew you were reaching your limit again, your body was shaking even more, legs restless and hands gripped your biceps tightly, your pussy suffocated his dick even more making your movements difficult.

"Are you going to cum again? Is this greedy pussy going to make me wet?" His tone was sweet and low, making you even more desperate for your orgasm. His head shook countless times, his vision became so blurred and dark.

That's when he stopped. His body gave one last spasm as he stopped his movements. His eyes met theirs, trying to understand the reason, widened by the repeated pause.

"W-why w-..."

"Lay down on the table and hold your legs like this." He guided you, always holding your waist so you wouldn't fall to the ground, especially because you couldn't keep your balance alone. "Put your leg here, I want to see you cum looking into my eyes." His tone was serious, giving you more anxiety.

Alhaitham held one leg on his shoulder while wrapping the other around his waist. He had the great vision of having his body covered with a thin layer of sweat, red cheeks and lips, eyes with tears in their corners and labored breathing. His skin was all bitten and marked by hickeys, he would say he did a lot of damage.

With just one push he was inside again, the sensation returning to his body made him throw his head back and arch his body. The moans of pleasure gained tone and spread throughout the store. The creaking of the table returned along with Alhaitham's short, low moans.

"This way go deeper, I feel like I could tear you in half if I push harder." His fingers played with your clit smugly. Alhaitham couldn't be human, the way heand it made you have spikes, it was inhumane.

The feeling of euphoria in his stomach came back with a vengeance, his vision became blurred and his body tingled with excitement. He understood of course, even because he let go of your leg with force, holding your wet cheeks and forcing you to look him in the eyes. Anger and lust dominated him so much, leaving him a wild man.

"You're going to cum looking a me, you hear? I want to see you humiliate yourself for this just like I did. And when it's over, I'm going to make sure you're not the uneducated bitch you are." He said through gritted teeth, his tone was hard and dry.

You agreed, even though your brain was already melting from so much overstimulation and unable to process anything. His mind only focused on how good Alhaitham's dick felt.

His hips increase the rhythm quickly, seeking his orgasm and yours, his hands didn't stop in one place, every time squeezing a part of him and leaving his marks on your body. The Scribe moaned loudly with you now, ignoring the people passing by the store front, following you in harmony.

"I'm going to cum! N-ngh! Haitham! Alhaitham!" His hands gripped your biceps tightly, digging his nails into the exposed skin, drawing blood.

Alhaitham growled low, closing his eyes for a thousandths and opening them again, his hands rested on his waist, pressing her pussy against his pelvis even more. The bulge of his penis in his belly appeared and disappeared due to the speed.

"I'm going to cum inside you and you're going to take every drop without complaining." He moaned against his lips. Just the mention of him filling you with his cum made you reach your peak.

And you came, giving a choked and cut moan, squeezing Alhaitham's shoulders tightly and legs tied to his hips. His pussy milked him hard, forcing him to fill you with his thick, hot cum. His toes twitched feeling the hot liquid dominate his insides.

The scribe's hands kneaded the skin of his waist, taking out the excitement of his orgasm. Breathing heavily and letting out choked growls.

You moaned as you felt even fuller, you could feel him pulsing inside you more and more. With a tidy body. Alhaitham pulled his penis out of you, seeing the white liquid mark your belly. His eyes seemed lost analyzing you.

The man's hands went behind your thighs, lifting you onto his lap. Pressing your tired, limp body against the wall. His face got closer still breathing against your lips.

"I want more" his voice came out gentle, so out of touch with how his tone was "I want you for myself"

His eyes rolled back as he was invaded smugly by him. Praying to the archons for mercy.

Because he had just started with you and didn't intend to stop anytime soon.

*

!translation or posting on other websites is prohibited!

Thanks! Bye!

[stiffyck]

(Considering the Hotguy cramps post, sorry if Mumbo’s voice is off slightly. I’ll be the first to admit I don’t watch his videos all that often)

Mumbo’s eyes snapped open as they hit the ground. They’d been closed in the first place due to the wind- that came from being carried by the city’s local hero Hotguy. Who was carrying him because there had just been a charged creeper explosion that shaken his office building. He was pretty sure it was just shaken, granted it wasn’t certain. Hopefully it was just shaken, but then that raised the question of why he’d been rescued. His heart was still racing and his feet hit the ground so he had to focus on getting his legs to stand instead of the likely imminent danger he’d just been in.

He zoned back in to actually looking around as the arms holding him released. Hotguy stepped back, before grumbling slightly as he grasped the side of his stomach. The hero bent forward slightly to support his free hand on his knee. And oh, maybe there was quite the danger earlier and Hotguy took the majority of the pain. No, he wasn’t hurt any so it was all.

“Are… are you alright?” He asked, leaning slightly forward with a hand raised tentatively. Hotguy responded by holding a finger up, making further pained noises. Mumbo lowered his hand, staring with increasing concern. By the time Hotguy managed to reply in words he was certain that his brows had become stuck in the pinched position.

“Please just give me a moment. My uterus has decided to cramp. Just have to wait for it to stop.” Hotguy said, giving a slight thumbs up. Mumbo stood there wringing his hands. He didn’t really know how to respond there, maybe say he was sorry?

When he opened his mouth to do so, Hotguy yet again motioned for him to wait. There were a good few dozen seconds of silence before Hotguy pat his knees and stood up fully with a surpassingly quick snap.

“Sorry about that! It likes to mutiny. Right, okay. Are you hurt? Alright? Do you need something?” Hotguy said, grinning- even if it looked slightly pained. Mumbo blinked a couple times before responding.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Umm, I’m sorry about the uterus mutiny?” He said.

“Oh well that’s great! And I know it’s a real bother.” Hotguy said, placing a hand on his chest before continuing in a far more dramatized tone, “Such a horrible betrayal, however will I trust one of my organs again? Will they all follow suit? And then what would happen if I’m out of commission, unable to save fine folks such as yourself? Truly it’s the greatest villain ever seen!”

Mumbo chuckled slightly at the theatrics. Hotguy looked at him grinning. It was a simple coincidence that Mumbo had to readjust the ends of his sleeves at that exact moment.

“Well, I’ll be off then. Stay safe and have a good day!” Hotguy cheered, waving as long mechanical wings unfolded from his suit.

“Yup! Goodbye!” Mumbo said, waving slightly as the hero took off into the sky.

Once he was certain he was out of Hotguys’ line of sight he placed his head in his hands and grumbled slightly. His face felt hot, according to his friends he’d always had a fairly visible blush. So he was definitely visibly blushing now. Hopefully it had only appeared now, and not when Hotguy was standing there.

At least his heart was racing for a different reason than earlier. He could handle being flustered far better than the fact that his office may have been destroyed by a charged creeper. And, his office had nearly been destroyed by a charged creeper if it wasn’t actually destroyed. That was a problem. A very big problem.

He decided to focus more on the sound Hotguys’ voice as he began to walk home.

FUCKING SOBBING /POS OH MY GOD

THIS IS THE GREATEST THING IVE EVER SEEN DKVKFKGKS THANK YOU THIS WAS THE BEST THING TO WAKE UP TO

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #256

Brain Curds are lightly edited daily writing - usually flash fiction and sometimes terrible on purpose.

I do not typically put content warnings on these, but the following contains fatal levels of transphobia and other bigotry in the context of a fascist state. Readers’ discretion is strongly advised.

“The Council is called to order. Will the citizen please step forward?”

Five masked and cloaked individuals sat high above the room, towering over it, legs hidden behind a wide and imposing walnut monolith to give the illusion that these figures were larger than life. Their decisions were unquestionable, passed down from God - or so they wanted every citizen to believe. And the citizens did indeed believe. Dozens of them observed from the sidelines, excited to see a degenerate put in its place.

Luna approached the bench. She did not stumble as she walked, nor did she casually stroll. She displayed in her stride the exact sort of reverence the Council considered compulsory.

“You have been accused of transsexualism and general indecency on fifteen counts. How do you plead?”

“Not Guilty.”

The Central councilman nodded. “Will the prosecution please present our case?”

A short, bearded man straightened his tie and got up from his chair in the corner. He paced in front of Luna with a devious smile.

“This citizen is documented to be a recipient of genital mutilation on two occasions with the well-known counterfeit ‘diagnosis’ of gender dysphoria, as well as breast and vocal cord augmentation. Physical examinations have shown scars in the expected places and the lack of female internal reproductive organs. Despite this, we have multiple eyewitnesses to corroborate that it has solicited and engaged in intercourse with several men. I am prepared to call them to the stand.”

The Central Councilman put up his hand. “No need. The citizen has obviously contorted itself into a visually pleasing form - proof enough that men have been fooled by it. As a nod to fairness, I would like to allow the citizen to refute these statements.”

Luna stood confidently in the spotlight of the room, dust dancing in the air in front of her. She breathed in, she breathed out.

“Every accusation made today can be simply refuted.”

The Central Councilman tilted his head. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” She continued. “Those documents were forged by the transsexualists to pump up their numbers, so to speak - part of a disinformation campaign meant to make those freaks look like a larger portion of the population. I was simply caught in the crossfire. My scars are not a result of purposeful genital mutilation, but side effects of me fulfilling my womanly duties.”

He breathed heavier, almost moaning. “Go on.”

“I gave birth twelve years ago, and again seven years ago. On the first occasion, doctors were forced to reconstruct my genitalia due to damage. Because of that, on the following occasion the decision was made to deliver via cesarean. Doctors deemed me unsuitable to carry children, so removed my uterus - as was standard procedure of the time.”

“Where are the children?”

“They sadly did not survive. This was another factor in my sterilization.”

“I see. Please explain your extramarital affairs.”

“After my husband died in the Night of One-Thousand Flames - a casualty, mind you, not an undesirable himself - I did what I had to do to feed myself. It is regrettable, but I am now a productive member of society. I cook and clean for my new husband.”

“Excuse me, Your Honor,” said the prosecution. “It should be entered into the record that this husband in question is one of my witnesses.”

“Understood,” The Central Councilman replied. “Citizen, this is very damning.”

“I understand that, Your Honor, but I hope once I have cleared my name today, he will understand that he was mistaken.”

“Why are the documentation of these births not available?”

“They were destroyed in the Night of One-Thousand Flames as well. My husband at the time was attempting to retrieve them when he was burned alive.”

“Hm.” The Central Councilman tapped his fingers. “I find this account surprisingly credible. Obviously, though infertile, this is a very beautiful woman able to bring pleasure to a man.”

The prosecution clenched his fist and tightened his jaw.

The Central Councilman quipped, “If your husband doesn’t want you, sugarcakes, I’ll be happy to show you a good time.”

The gallery laughed.

“Unless the prosecution objects, I believe I am prepared to make a verdict.”

Luna smirked.

“Your Honor,” said the prosecution. “There is still the question of the remaining surgeries. Scars align with what would be expected from a transsexual.”

The Central Councilman looked down upon her. “Go ahead and explain.”

“I had breast cancer. Early stages.” Luna gulped subtly. The sweat began to trickle down the back of her neck. “Doctors removed them and my husband requested reconstructive surgery so that I might look as appealing as before. That is all.”

The prosecution banged his fist on the wall. “What about the vocal cords, degenerate? You’re trying to deceive us just as you deceived all those men! There’s no way out of this one! Admit it!”

Luna was backed into a corner, though she stood in the middle of the room. Either way, she was vulnerable. She had only one option.

“There was a slight hormone imbalance during puberty and my voice lowered in pitch. It was a condition that was easily corrected and is now no longer an issue.”

The Councilman scowled with disgust through the eye holes in his mask. “Do you mean to say that you were aware of this in your teens? That you were a hermaphrodite?”

“No, Your Honor, not a hermaphrodite. It was a small imbalance, hardly anything. But I was aware of it.”

“And yet you reproduced anyway?”

“It was my womanly duty to.”

He shook his head. “You have admitted to two grave acts of murder by carrying children you should have known would not survive. The prosecution argues you were infertile in the first place. In either case, you have provided negative value to society - as shown by your own husband’s displeasure with you. I can find no rationalization to spare you. You are sentenced to death.” He banged the gavel.

“No, no!” She screamed out. “You can’t do this to me! I’m not one of them!”

“May you burn for eternity, wretched thing, for your crimes against life and dignity.”

She screamed and struggled as the guards emerged from the shadows to pull her away to the incinerator room, but it was no use. She was dead from the moment she stepped into the room, yet she sacrificed her soul and her sisters nonetheless. A pitiful sort, wasn’t she? Wasn’t she?

Please comment, reblog, like, and follow if you enjoyed - I'd love to know what you think! See you again tomorrow.

[killed-by-choice]

Harjit Kaur, 30 (Australia 2024)

Harjit with her four-year-old and two-year-old, who she loved dearly

Harjit Kaur had so much to look forward to. Thanks to her hard work, she had just gotten a new job and she and her husband Sukhjinder Singh were about to buy a new home where they would raise their children. The future looked bright.

Harjit already had a four-year-old daughter and a two-year-old son. When she found out she was pregnant with her third child, she didn’t feel ready. Harjit underwent a “consultation” where she was told surgical abortion was “very safe” and that “she would be able to go home in a couple of hours.”

First-trimester surgical abortion is not as safe as she was led to believe. The uterus, cervix, the intestines, bladder, and nearby blood vessels are at risk of being torn. Risks include hemorrhage, infection, organ perforation, embolism and death. A few of the other women and girls killed by “safe and routine” first-trimester legal abortion include Kenniah Epps, Ruth Montero, Maria Gomez, Sandra Williams, Luz Maria Rodriguez, Elise Kalat, 17-year-old Chivon Williams, Erika Charlotte Wullschleger, Tia Archeiva Parks, 19-year-old Lisa Marie Hoefener, Pamela Colson, Maria Leho, Jennifer Hallner, Louchrisser Jackson, Regina Johnson, “Audrey Roe,” “Betty Roe,” “Dawn Roe,” “Evie Roe,” “Dorothy Roe,” “Vanessa Roe,” “Saanvi Roe,” and “Roxanne Roe.”

On January 12, 2024, Harjit went to the Hampton Park Women's Health abortion facility in Melbourne. She had told this was “safe” and a “routine procedure,” and she believed it. She was headed to the operating room at 12:57, when she messaged her husband and said she would call him after the abortion. That was the last time her family ever heard from her.

Abortionist Rudolph “Rudy” Lopes called Sukhjinder later that day to tell him what happened. Moments after the abortion was over, Harjit was being moved to another room when it was discovered that her heart had stopped. An ambulance was called and CPR administered for 45 minutes. Despite all this, Lopes described the abortion as “successful.”

Sukhjinder immediately drove to the facility, but when he arrived the staff refused to let him see Harjit. He was kept out of the ward entirely. He described the horrible day to news sources later:

“Five minutes later the doctor came to me and said, "Sorry your wife is dead".

“I was dead then. My life destroyed in a second.”

Staff finally let Sukhjinder into the room where Harjit’s body lay. “I begged her to come back for our little kids,” he said.

An investigation is now underway, with police and the coroner involved in the case.

Sukhjinder is devastated and doesn’t understand how Harjit, who was perfectly healthy, was killed by something they were repeatedly told was “safe and routine.” He struggles to comprehend what his future will look like without her and has described her needless death as unacceptable.

Harjit did not have to die. It is unacceptable that she was not warned of the potential dangers of the operation that killed her. More support should also be made available for families who are unsure if they are ready to care for a new baby. Resources to help her and Sukhjinder care for the new baby or for adoption could have helped. She and her baby should both be alive. Harjit deserved better than to be collateral damage of an industry that has already killed so many.

A GoFundMe has been set up to help the family. (Please consider donating to help them if you can.) https://www.gofundme.com/f/for-my-wifes-funeral-and-kids-support

https://www.heraldsun.com.au/news/victoria/shock-as-melbourne-motheroftwo-dies-at-hampton-park-medical-clinic/news-story/d41ffb636ea8173bc75fb741f39ed541

[twidiarie]

Hii! Im so glad you're willing to write 4 him!! Ok so, Ik a lot of people didnt really like him in the first book(Also, I genuinly think you shoud read the novella "Unite me"-"Destroy me" to be precised since it contains 2 parts:Destroy me(Aarons pov and to be precised ) and Fracture me(Adam's pov).

Anyways, back to the request!! I REALLY loved Aaron in the fisrt 2 books(he was bacically a yandere bfr) and would really love it if you could do some hc for him(if possible ofc) or if you would like a scenario, here is the following one:

He was on a mission and got teleported to another world(like ours-Im gonna use she/her but if ur not doing female reader/darling then please ignore the pronounces I use!) and since he was hurt and all reader/darling helped him out by which I mean hosted him and helped him heal. A few days later they found the portal and he left but couldnt get her out of his mind and so he came back for her and she was like...no? I just randomly meet you while taking a stroll, I aint coming to your world or smth like that.

Anyways, if ur not willing to the headconons or scenario(ur choice) ur free to ignore this request!!

Also, if ur willing to do it, I do not mind waiting! Im honestly just so exited to finally see someone write yandere aaron(he is so underrated). Please, keep up the good work!

Btw, if somebody hasnt said this before to you, Imma say it bc somebody has to. I hope you have no cramps this cycle(I mean the ones who dont even let you get out of bed), you aint deserving them!

Please excuse me for yapping so much and my bad english since it is not my first language. Have a nice day/night/evening/morning/idk cheese and maks sure to drink enough water!

Also, here is another fanart bc yes:

DUDE I AM SO SORRY I mentally replied to this and forgot to... actually reply to this! I actually even brainstormed a whole idea based on what you wrote (I very much dig the whole isekai thing) but never actually got around to writing it ;; I've been super busy with college and work. I will definitely try to work on your request though! I think it'd be a fun challenge :) And thank you thank you your message was so sweet, I'm pretty sure it was evil uterus time when you sent me this and I did not get any cramps :33 And don't apologize! Your English is wonderful 🫶 So is your yapping, I am a yapper and I adore yappers.

[queentala]

No hush Ur amazing also oops 😭 I totally thought u wrote guys my age for a good sec anyways😂, here’s a situation i dreamt up for the whole Yandere Gavriel thing Long story short he's been obsessed with you since he saw you on Aedions arm at a ball thrown by none other than her Majesty Aelin to celebrate their victory over the valg 

he would abuse his easy access to your rooms in a deranged attempt to learn everything about you

 he was on edge around you to the point you thought he disliked you eventually relaxing when he realized you and Aedion were simply friends 

he felt his control slipping like blood on the dungeons harsh stone floors after seeing ur underthings thrown haphazardly around your bedchambers 

 eventually he couldn’t contain himself slipping into your room in the dead of night his face inches from yours as he took your pink silk underwear and wrapped it around his length trying his hardest to imagine it was you

you swore you heard growls following you around whenever you left the castles secure walls to explore the markets 

I was also imaging y/n training with the young guards and Gavriel losing his shit over their pathetic attempts at flirting and him doing something idk also getting chased through the woods would be really cool because their relationship is  giving me Beauty and the Beast energy ✨but these are all just long ass suggestions whatever you do will be cool asf but pretty please 🥺can they have a chase through the woods 🧚scene my uterus would be utterly destroyed 🥵🌸🥵

ps whats ur favorite song at the moment?

mines nectar of the gods by lana del rey

O ma faking god, GAVRIEL MASTURBATING WITH YOUR LACE!!! That is AMAZING! Love it 💥l o v e i t

And no, because imagine:

Gavriel and the cadre are on a war, burning kingdoms for Maeve and this shit. And you happen to be one of the victims whose city was burned. So as soon as you see enemy soldiers, you run.

But then Gavriel sees you. And he just falls, in that exact moment deciding you're the one for him. He chases after you, not knowing your name, not knowing anything about you at all, just that he wants, NEEDS, you.

You hear the footsteps, lungs burning as you ran as fast as you can. But it was not enough.

Strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into harn chest as you both stop suddenly. You're panting more from fear now than exhaustion, but Gavriel only caresses your cheek gently, wiping the tear that escaped your eye without you knowledge.

"Shh, now angel. You're not in danger anymore. Not with me. I'll take care of you from now on, and no one will ever touch you again."

....

It's the most perfect thing I've ever come up with. I just know the moment I write this, I will become a god.

Ah, and my favorite song. It's kinda impossible for me to choose. Right now I'm in love with Work Song from Hozier, but my all time fav are Meet Me in The Woods, by Lord Huron, and Way Down We Go by Kaleo

[youdontknowhowtodiequietly]

This is mad long, bare with, or don't lmao

TW's for: References to depression, r*pe, a*use towards women, and a bunch of other women rights related issues. I don't go in depth, but they are very much there. Be careful. Look after your mental health, please. Also a smidgen of spoilers for the Barbie movie at the end.

So, this whole tangent began with the Barbie movie. I've wrote all my thoughts down in a notebook, that's how I know what I'm going to type - vaguely. This will seem insane to have come from the Barbie movie, but I think it will hopefully be coherent. (Not like anyone will read this, lol. I am NOT anywhere near popular enough for this to even get a comment but here we go)

Right. A bit of context to my life. Since I was about 14, I have always felt that I am some sort of trans. For a while I thought I was non-binary, then I thought I was gender-fluid, then (a recent development) I thought I was a guy. So, you can imagine the absolute loop I have been thrown through when I realised that what I might have been feeling is internalised, borderline, misogyny.

Wild right? Let me explain.

Since I was 11, I have repeatedly heard the horrors of being female in this world. The rape/murders that happen on a daily basis. The horrors towards women in the past. The continued disregard for female autonomy. The abuse faced at the hands of people who are supposed to protect us. It's all horrific. Not only this, but I have seen, heard, learnt, about the way society completely destroys women. The lack of acknowledgement for the pain of females', the constant dismissal of mental illnesses, physical illnesses and disabilities (this also happens with males, too, I am aware, especially in the mental health department, but this section of this post is about people with the female anatomy.) The blatant disregard towards women who report abusive partners or stalkers is disgusting. (And that is just in 1st World countries where human rights are supposed to be the best. The horrors that happen in other countries are worse, but I am writing about what I know. I cannot say anything about other countries other than I know that there are some truly atrocious things happening to women in a lot of them because I am not educated on those situations. But believe me, I see it.) I see people AFAB lament the horrors of having the female anatomy. The wish to not have periods, or a uterus at all. The constant pressure put on women to look a certain way all the time. To not be too thin or too fat, not have too much hair but have enough that it doesn't look like you're trying too hard, etc. Honestly, the Gloria speech in Barbie is the best one I have ever heard about what it's like to be a woman. I see people expressing disgust at pregnancies, how they never wish to have one because it'll make them look ugly, or because of the complications that come with it. I have seen it, and do see it, all. For the past 7 years I have seen it all.

Can you imagine how much that has f-ed me up? I'm sure you can, because I'm sure it's also true for a lot of you.

All of this has made me hate the idea of being a woman.

When I was in my early years of high school (I'm in the UK and we start high school at 11 and finish at 16) I always said how I would "love to be a boy" because I always saw it as easier. I hated being a girl because everything was so shit. And that carried on into my later years of high school.

As I was introduced to the wonderful different gender identities that exist, I began reading and hearing stories of how trans/non-binary/gender-fluid, etc, people felt before they realised they were what they are. And I thought, "oh, damn. That me." So I began experimenting with labels. But even whilst I did that, whilst I played around with pronouns, names, hairstyles, clothing, I always felt this deep want to wear pretty dresses and have long hair. But I rejected those wants because I was "trans/non-binary/gender-fluid now and if I want those things then I can't be any of those." Which, yes, I know, is very binary of me. I understand that anyone can wear pretty dresses and skirts and have ling, flowy hair that they place sparkly pins in. I know. But you have to understand how damn difficult it is to ignore the stuff you have been taught all your life. I wanted to be called she/her but at the same time rejected those feelings because the thought of being a woman made me sick.

But then I watched the Barbie movie.

Now, I don't remember my childhood much. I don't know if it was what you would call "traditional girlhood." But I know it was good. And I know many AFAB have experienced horrendous childhoods, which hurts me to think about every time. But when I saw the ending of the Barbie movie. When the videos of those girls and women were playing. I felt something in me. I'm sure you've all heard different renditions of how the montage made women feel, and a lot of them is how I would describe how I felt. So, I won't get into it. But just know I felt a shift in me.

As well as that montage, other things in the movie got to me. The inherent femininity of it, for one. I know from discussions with other people, and from seeing many videos/blogs online, that what I'm going to mention is a common experience for a lot of AFAB. I hated the colour pink. Despised it. I only very very recently, before the Barbie movie, began admitting that the colour wasn't so bad. But the Barbie movie made me think that, omg, I might actually love the colour. Alongside the colour pink, I loved the outfits of the Barbies'. They were so freeing to see. As I wrote previously, I wanted to wear pretty skirts and dresses and have pretty hairstyles, but always refused to acknowledge that. Seeing the Barbies' in their overtly feminine clothing (again, I know I'm leaning into gender binary but please give me some slack. It's hard to write when you're not a novelist) made me feel giddy. I saw them and was like "pretty pretty pretty" and not just because all the women were beautiful lmao. It lit up a spark of joy in me seeing them dress in those clothes. That's how I can best describe my feelings. I just suddenly felt that I could wear those things. Weird, huh?

Another thing in the movie is the portrayal of happy older women.

This again links with the video montage, but also links with the old lady at the beginning of the movie saying she knows she's beautiful, with Ruth Handler being so gentle with Stereotypical Barbie and not ridiculing her for being stupid or naive. It also links with Gloria. I freaking loved Gloria. All of these portrayals made me so happy because it gave me a sudden sense of hope that I will be okay one day.

As someone with severe depression and probably autism/ADHD, who doesn't remember not being depressed, that really spoke to me. These women were happy. They were okay with themselves. No, the LOVED themselves. It was beautiful.

This movie healed me, just a bit, and let me make the first real steps to healing fully. I'm still not 100% sure about my gender identity, but tbh I don't quite care. I'm starting to wear makeup often, starting to take care of my body better. I also bought a cute little Stitch dress lmao, and a white, frilly tank-top with purple flowers on it. I'm embracing my feminine side and I've never felt more free.

It's a wonderful feeling. I'm surprised myself that this all came from a Barbie movie. But, at the same time, I think I was beginning to realise this about myself before the movie. Having finished college and not needing to worry about Uni as I'm not going has given me the freedom to actually look at myself, internally, and ask "what do I feel?" Again, linking back to the Barbie movie when Ruth says, "Take my hands...Now, feel." And I have done. I've asked what my brain needs, and it's full of pretty dresses and pretty hairstyles and warmth and a want to live again.

I'm aware that this may seem silly to a lot of people. Maybe even childish. But I don't care. And that's a lot for an 18 year old to say, because many people my age, and older, do care. A lot.

This has just been an introspection, but I chose to share it because maybe it will help other people.

(Also, heavy disclaimer if you got this far. I don't know what terms are still used now, or how they're used. And writing about girl/womanhood and femininity whilst also trying to be inclusive to those who have the female anatomy but don't identify as a woman, and those who don't have the female anatomy but identify as women is very difficult. So, I deeply apologise if I used the term AFAB wrong, or if it is no longer an accepted term. Also, if anything else in this post is wrong/offensive or incorrect, again I'm sorry. Please let me know what is wrong and how to fix it and I will do my best to edit this post with the updated terminology/fixes.)

[unhonestlymirror]

By Libby Eyar:

"My dear friends and friendesses, for a week I was thinking about how to write so that it would be heard. I haven’t really come up with anything, so I’m writing it as it is. Pure exclusive from the heart of Gaza.

Logic dictates that if the people of Gaza were not poor, embittered, deceived and robbed by their government, which lives on the donations of compassionate fools, then they would probably do something more productive than endless attempts to destroy their neighbor.

So, it is extremely dangerous, as practice has shown, to attribute human logic to Hannibal Lecter.

Let me remind you that Hannibal Lecter, in his elegant, custom-made suit, was a brilliantly educated esthete and intellectual, intelligent, and charismatic interlocutor. And a cannibal. And if you are confused by a fictional character, then please - two undeniably historical figures, Amon Goeth and Josef Mengele.

Why did I disturb their bad memory? Moreover, I recently had a very interesting conversation, during which my hair began to move even in those places where it had never grown.

My interlocutor (let's call him, for example, Yud, and if you want to show off, dear, then you are welcome to check in) is a reservist and not the last rank in the army.

He recently returned from Gaza and brought me some interesting material.

No, our people are not looting there - not even because it is strictly prohibited, but simply because they are disgusted, so what they brought has no material value, just papers and flash drives.

A collective portrait of a Gaza civilian, made up of dozens of authentic faces, names, ID numbers, and copies of passports. Extensive and invaluable material collected by my interlocutor during the endless search for the papers of his colleagues, nicknamed Shabak - intelligence.

By the way, about intelligence - if you have already woken up from your lethargic sleep, which cost Israel more than 1200 civilian lives, and are interested in these materials - knock, they will open it for you.

“At first I thought it was probably just a district, some local Rublyovka. But then there was the next district. And the next. And the next. And another city. And another city. And everywhere it was the same.”

So, a resident of Gaza is well educated, often abroad (more often in Europe, but also in Canada/America), has free access to the Internet, speaks 2-3-4 languages ​​and often has dual citizenship (usually Egyptian, but also European is also found). He lives in a spacious, beautifully furnished house equipped with modern appliances, and drives an expensive car. Very often his salary is paid by the UN or some of its affiliated agencies.

His wife is not a downtrodden “uterus on legs,” but a well-groomed, expensively dressed woman, not always with her head covered, who is also often educated and drives a car.

I repeat - many of these people have neither a residence permit nor a student visa, but a full-fledged second citizenship, mainly Egyptian, German, or French. With all these opportunities up to 7/10, these people chose Gaza as their place of residence.

Love for the Motherland, love for family, extensive friendships.

Numerous photos of family and friendly gatherings in the interiors of expensive restaurants, someone’s villas, or from the luxurious promenade on the Gaza embankment.

And - a photo in the full Hamas uniform, with weapons, in the circle of relatives and school friends, whose faces are familiar even to us - they're not ordinary terrorists, oh, not ordinary ones! Photos of fathers with the old generation of terrorists and their leaders, children with the current generation, growing grandchildren from Hamas summer military camps. These are their brothers, classmates, colleagues, friends. And they themselves - with green ribbons on their heads and Kalash rifles in their hands.

Peaceful professions - doctors, engineers, teachers, programmers.

With dual citizenship.

With international passports.

They all left after 7/10.

Who are your polite neighbors, dear Europeans, whose well-mannered children go to the same class as your children?

By the way, about schools. Gaza's berieved children study in modern schools with computer labs, interactive whiteboards and well-equipped school laboratories, using brand new colorful textbooks ("Just so you understand, my children at school don't have anything close to this").

There is no Israel in these textbooks, the role models and role models are terrorists - murderers of Jewish women and children, and history is distorted so that Lavrov would die from a permanent orgasm. (Yes, Yud is a smart boy and knows these languages ​​of yours).

The mines leading to the Gaza Metro - an extensive network of terror tunnels - are located in school yards, in the basements of clinics, and in the courtyards of private houses.

In Israel it is very difficult to keep something secret or misinform the population simply due to the fact that the country is small and everyone knows everyone.

So, Gaza is much smaller.

From one to ten, how high is the probability that parents have no idea that there is a hidden mine in the kindergarten yard and a warehouse for RPGs and Kalash rifles in the school utility room?

My dears, Hamas is not a bug, it is a feature. These people had every opportunity to choose a completely different life. The civilian population of Gaza is not enslaved by Hamas, they are Hamas.

Yes, of course, there are those who are against - they always exist, even in 1943 in Nazi Germany, there were both anti-fascists and the righteous of the world.

But Hamas is flesh and blood from the blood of Gaza. Militants in balaclavas and with RPGs on their shoulders are just one of the faces of Hamas, just one of the heads of the hydra.

When our guys clear Gaza of militants at the cost of their lives, tomorrow will come, and money will flow like a wide river, and people of good will and peaceful professions from Europe and America will return to restore their native lands - teachers, doctors, engineers... And new photographs will appear in their albums...

I rarely ask to share. This is exactly the case."

[allsadnshit]

please disregard this if it's invasive or unwelcome in any way, but do you have crohn's disease? i ask because i'm newly diagnosed and very scared, both for my future and of the treatments that are common for it. are you afraid it's going to progress, without western treatment? or have the treatments you've used helped more than any of those? my doctors have told me that it will get worse without treatment but treatment also seems to leave me very open to even worse things down the road :/

I don't have a crohn's disease diagnosis nor has any medical professional suggested I be evaluated for it but I have definitely looked into it given the symptoms I have that align with it.

I personally am a believer of "third options" or the idea that if you're between a rock and a hard place that instead of feeling forced to choose we can be open to something we haven't thought of or seen yet. I know when you're scared stuff like that feels impractical or even insensitive to the severity of your situation, but for myself I think I end up there no matter if I struggle against it or not.

When I got my endometriosis diagnosis they told me my genuine only options for getting better were hormone therapy or continuous surgeries even though I had already just had one and wasn't sure if it was going to make a difference to my daily pain yet (it didn't).

I don't think any medical professional should be telling you you're out of options if you don't feel good about anything being suggested and I'd advise seeking help elsewhere if you don't feel supported and your doctors are not committing to the process with you and finding a solution that works for you.

I knew I wasn't interested in having my uterus taken out, birth control, hormones, or surgery even though I was told those were my options and although I am not 100% better now going the "holistic" approach, neither are the people I know who have followed their doctors orders so I think it's an uphill battle no matter what and what's important is you fighting that fight in the way that makes sense to you.

Many cultures outside of the American medical system have found all sorts of remedies in the natural world for illness that have since been dismissed or not even given the funding or attention to be seen through and I think that's a direct result of racism and the idea that "modern medicine" is based in science while anything that came before it or exists outside of it is NOT science, when it ultimately still is even if it doesn't follow the exact same procedures. I think it's important to look into alternative medicines even if you decide to go with what is prescribed by your current healthcare providers and keep an open mind that our society destroys and dismisses a lot of valuable history and knowledge based on a hatred for cultures and societies outside of our own which was so largely founded on the idea that not all people and bodies deserve the same autonomy or rights.

I suggest looking into how the research is conducted for the options being given to you if you feel uncomfortable with your current knowledge of them: is it on a wide array of people from different sexes, racial backgrounds, ages? Or just one type (usually white cisgendered middle aged men) and consider that in your decisions making! The world has more to offer than what is on Webmd and at hospitals that wouldn't treat you without health insurance and if you're getting a chronic illness diagnosis it's especially important for you to be in that conversation.

[tardistimeladyyeah]

Agree with everything EXCEPT:

You can't vote third party until Republicans are defeated.

They'll just push their plans to make the country go back to the dark ages up to 2029 and so on. For all we know, not much will change in between now and then. With any hope, good change will happen and then we can worry about other countries.

Most of the Republican party is pushing Project 2025, a truly horrifying and disgusting plan to, among other things, strip people with uteruses of their hard-earned rights (even more than they already have. They're coming for birth control next) and destroy the government from the inside-out. They want to destroy the Department of Justice. They want to get rid of the FBI. They want to get rid of the Department of Education. They want to destroy everything that gets in their way of making the rich straight white christian male the superior citizens once again because they think they're being discriminated against when a person does something they don't agree with (get an abortion, utilize birth control, get a vaccine, get married to someone of the same sex) when in reality they're brainwashed and disregard the principles of their own religion: "Love your neighbor as yourself." They need psychological help but they definitely don't believe in that either since they want to pray mass shootings away.

Destroying the country because you couldn't stomach voting for the lesser of two evils truly shows how privileged some of the population is. You'd rather split the vote and give the (significantly) worse candidate (Trump) a better chance (third party candidates rarely win and there have only been three "third party" presidents in U.S. history, namely George Washington, John Tyler, and Andrew Johnson) at winning because the vote was split for a candidate who has no chance of winning a single state. If you think about it too hard, by voting third party, you vote for Trump. If you don't vote, you vote for Trump (Republicans are the party of voter suppression).

I'm exhausted. My anxiety has spiked since early June because of November. I'm terrified for my friends and family and myself. I'll have to get out of the US if Trump wins because they want to ban medication I rely on to live a better life. They don't like that I can vote. They don't like that I can have a credit card. They don't like that I can own property. They don't like that I have a college degree. They don't like that I graduated high school. They don't like that I don't want to get married and have kids. They don't like that I, a person with a uterus, can do things besides have twelve children and rot in a kitchen.

Please please please look into Project 2025. It is a dystopian nightmare that will destroy us and if we're destroyed, we can't do a damn thing for Palestine. If you don't have time to look at what is the modern equivalent of "Mein Kampf," I recommend Last Week Tonight's piece on it. It is titled "Trump's Second Term," but it DOES explain Project 2025. It's condensed, but it is still informative and says all you need to know about the Republican plan to turn Democracy into an Autocracy.

Look.

I have made you a chart. A very simple chart.

People say "You have to draw the line somewhere, and Biden has crossed it-" and my response is "Trump has crossed way more lines than Biden".

These categories are based off of actual policy enacted by both of these men while they were in office.

If the ONLY LINE YOU CARE ABOUT is line 12, you have an incredible amount of privilege, AND YOU DO NOT CARE ABOUT PALESTINIANS. You obviously have nothing to fear from a Trump presidency, and you do not give a fuck if a ceasefire actually occurs. You are obviously fine if your queer, disabled, and marginalized loved ones are hurt. You clearly don't care about the status of American democracy, which Trump has openly stated he plans to destroy on day 1 he is in office.

[downwiththemoralmajority]

Only A Heartbeat Away Part 4

Rex Brown / Phil Anselmo x female reader

Word count: 4156

Warnings: none

After finding out who is the new lead singer, you are more confused than before. You have to come to a final decision.

This familiar voice of an angel couldn’t be unheard. I couldn’t believe who I just met. My eyes wandered from his legs to his upper body until they reached his face. I opened my mouth to say something but I immediately closed it. His charm instantly derailed me and my knees started to shake. Still holding the doorknob I took a step back while Phil made his way towards me. What was Rex doing meanwhile? I was really afraid that he could find us together.

„Phil… please don’t.“, I whined. He shouldn’t do this.

„Surprise!“ His hand stroked my cheeks and moved down to my neck, which was one of my sensitive spots.

„Rex could…“

„Rex is your new boyfriend, huh? What about us? We had a great time. Why don’t we repeat it?“, he softly moaned into my ears. Phil stood out for me. But my heart still cries for Rex. What if Rex found us with Phil’s hand on my face? I’d rather die than getting caught.

Phil continued: „I think we might keep our little secret, right?“ Without hesitation he longed for my lips and kissed them passionately. I tried to push him away but I couldn’t resist, so I deepened the kiss. Our one last kiss.

As soon as we heard a door slam, he ended our little session and carefully walked through the door. To keep calm I breathed in and out. Actually I gasped for air. He cursed me once again like he did last month. What was this little secret? Our liaison in New Orleans? This kiss? Or would he go further?

„Hey sexy, are you still in there? It was like I heard some noises.“ Rex sneaked through the open door.

„I’m okay. I just had some cramps but it’s gone now.“, I lied. Technically I had cramps but not in my uterus but in my stomach. I should call it guilt or disgust. Carefully I asked him what he was doing. His answer was that he was a bit hungry and had a little snack.

„Would you mind to bear us company and meet our new singer?“, he asked in full excitement. Once again I felt so sorry for him but I put up a good face on the matter: „The suspense is killing me. Let’s go.“

„Dude, what’s taking so long man? We didn’t meet for nothing. Cmon.“ Darrell shouted in anger. I could understand him. We've been away for 30 minutes. So Rex took my waist and led me to their rehearsal room.

„Dude Rex. We mean to jam together. Girls are up to no good. Just a joke, Y/N.“, Darrell laughed but there was some kind of seriousness in his voice. Surely I distracted Rex from working on new songs but he asked me to come.

„Fucking right man. Girls just think about sex.“ Now it was Phil speaking. His words were a kick in the teeth. He seemed angry but tried to paper over the cracks with those insults which should sound like jokes. Exaggeratedly cool he jumped up and reached out for my attention: „Hey, I’m Phil Anselmo. Nice to meet you, pretty.“ He grabbed my hand so tightly that he nearly broke the back of my hand. Without turning a single hair I introduced myself: „It’s a privilege to meet you. My name is Y/N.“ He kept playing the game. To act like nothing happened. The longer I remained silent about our relationship the harder it would be in the future. If Rex found out our secret he wouldn’t be pleased. It could destroy Pantera. Someday I had to put my cards on the table and the sooner the better. The tension between me and Phil was undeniable. They probably thought we weren’t vibing together but we had to hide away.

To break the awkward silence Rex threw the drumsticks at Vinnie and grabbed his bass. Darrell joined by taking his electric guitar. A blue one with a kind of fancy pattern on it. Phil smirked at me deviously. What would he do next? Next week. Next month. To fight for me?

The speakers exploded as Darrell hit the first note, and Vinnie and Rex joined with drums and bass. The way Rex swung his bass in the rhythm of the other instruments fascinated me. I saw this earlier but it’s kind of intimate. He couldn’t avert his gaze from me. Bass playing looked so easy on him like he was born to do it. Straight after joining the music Phil noticed us and meant to intervene in our flirt. He seemed jealous. This is going to destroy the band, I thought wistfully. Once a cheater, always a cheater.

Phil started to act like I’m a fan in the crowd and sang to me. Just one inch away from my face he yelled into the microphone and tried to devour me with his eyes. I didn’t know where to look. My winkingly eyes caught a glimpse of Rex in front of the speakers. He visibly stared at us but I couldn’t read between the lines. Is he angry at Phil or is he used to having a singer with a great stage presence? He obviously didn’t know about our past and I thought it was a little bit too late to get things straight. Phil and I need to keep our secret. No matter the cost.

Two hours and ten songs later they finally stopped playing. My poor ears were bleeding and my lungs longed for a cigarette. I debated whether to light up a cig in the garage or to leave the gathering. I decided to stay and listen to their songs. Through my head a lot of thoughts were cruising and it was impossible to focus on the music. Rex was so excited to show me his talent and their new lead singer but then I met Phil again. He destroyed the whole thing. Or was it me?

I asked to be excused and pressed fresh air in my lungs. The streets were decorated for Christmas and I watched families putting up their Christmas tree and ornaments. A little girl from across the street sneaked through the curtains and watched me smoking. I would die to be a child again. Just for one moment. The neighborhood seemed so peaceful during Christmas. The scenario I created in my head was me fooling around with my parents who would get the first present. It has always been me. The holidays reminded me that I had to call my aunt. She was the one who introduced me to rock music.

„Thirsty?“ Someone interrupted my daydream.

„Darrell, hey, yeah, thanks. Always love a cold beer.“, I thanked him.

„I’m actually not the type for deep talk, you know. But you’re Rex’s girlfriend and he’s my best friend. So how’re you doing? Great new singer, man.“ He seemed drunk but nevermind.

I went like a bull at a gate: „Can you keep a secret?“

Darrell narrowed his eyes. Straight after he began to smile. Did I really have to tell him about my problem? Can I trust him? We became good friends after spending much time together. He could help me by remaining silent and intervene if necessary.

I breathed in deeply: „I’ve made a huge mess, Darrell.“ And breathed out.

„Don’t tantalize me, man. Spit it out.“, he curiously said.

„Hm, well, I don’t know. You seemed kinda annoyed earlier like you don’t want me here because I could distract Rex.“

„Ah man, Y/N. Don’t take me seriously. I know that Rex loves you and can’t stop talking about you. I would do anything for my brother and this included hanging out with you. Nah, I don’t only do it for him but also for you. You’re nice.“

That didn’t help. He kept talking about Rex and his passion for me. One word about cheating would escalate the conversation but I had to.

„Is it possible to love two people at the same time?“ My drunk ass challenged me. This was the alcohol speaking. To keep me distracted I drank a lot of beer during their jam session.

„Dude, what are you talking about? Joking. Keep going.“, Darrell cheered me up. His bright white teeth flashed through his lips.

„I mean, yeah, it’s too early to say it’s love. But ugh, I’m rambling. Sorry.“, I whispered softly. My eyes slowly filled up with tears. I held them until Darrell came to caress my hand.

„Hey dude. Whatever it is, you can tell me. Yes, I will keep your secret.“

„I know Phil. I hooked up with him in New Orleans. Not only once.“

„That’s nothing new, dude. We all get around.“

„Did Rex…“

„Since punched that scruffy guy? No. Not since he met you.“

„Fuck.“

„But this is great? He appeared to be the most faithful guy of the group. I mean there were groupies but in the past. And the story of the van is true.“, he always had the best way to make me feel better.

„The night before I left Arlington to go on vacation… I thought he cheated on me because Vinnie said he’s absent. I was on vacation in New Orleans, Darrell. New Orleans! You fucking know who’s from New Orleans.“, I couldn’t stop empathizing that I’ve been in New Orleans.

„Fuck, man. You cheated on Rex with Phil?“

„Pssst! Darrell. Be quiet, will you? They could hear us.“

„Dude. This is… well… I don’t judge you, okay? I’ll do my best to separate you from… whom?“

„Phil, please. I can’t throw away the time I had spent with Rex.“

„But throw away the memories you made with Phil?“

„Darrell. Just… ugh. Don’t make this complicated.“

„Okay, okay… so, still freezing outside or joining the other?“

Without thinking about it, I just kissed his mouth to thank him for letting me talk his ears off.

„Don’t cheat on him with me.“, he laughed and I joined.

„Hey Rex, I think you’re not her only one.“ Phil made such an inappropriate comment when Darrell and I entered the room. What was he trying to achieve? If he was trying to win me back he could forget it. That was not the right way to reconquer me.

With a clenched fist I finally opened my mouth: „Who do you think you are? Not even a day here in Texas and already shooting your big mouth off.“

„Woah, what’s going on here?“, Vinnie interrupted our discussion. Bad vibes filled the room and everyone started looking at each other. Phil didn’t want to end his false accusations: „She muddles our process up. Girlfriends will make future business difficult. I want to be a rockstar and not care about a girl.“

„Okay, Phil, what is your fucking problem?“, Rex intervened. The fucking problem is that I cheated on you, I thought. With Phil. The singer seemed to have an authority problem. With eyes wide open Phil glanced an angry stare at Rex. I actually might turn their attention to me. He was right but still not in the position to backbite me. The tense situation was about to escalate and if no one took appropriate precautions soon Rex and Phil would jump at each other‘s throat.

„She’s the fucking problem, dude.“, Phil screamed and pointed at me. I took a step backward in fear of being punched. His finger pointing at me and his hasty gestures made me go into freeze mode. I didn’t know this Phil.

„What if you’re the problem, huh?“, Rex was furious.

„That’s not how to write metal history, guys. Fucking stop!“ Darrell was about to explode. He stood up and stood between the parties to the dispute. Despite the fact that they could kill each other I had to admit that their cockfight overwhelmed me in a strange way. Never had two men fought for me and I put all my eggs in one basket that Phil would knock Rex out. Phil is so masculine and hench. On the other hand Rex‘s punch was notable when he lambasted that scruffy guy in the club.

I shook the thoughts off and listened to Darrell’s words: „She’s not the problem, you’re both not the problem. The real problem is that the beer is empty and I’m thirsty.“ Shyly I chuckled to myself. Without saying anything I left the room and came back with the six pack of beer bottles which I bought at the gas station earlier. The cashier didn’t even ask me about my age. Within seconds they ran towards me to grab a bottle. Though Phil hesitated at first he made his way to me and took a beer with a smirk. As if nothing had happened we clinked our bottles and took our first sip.

„Cheers!“, Darrell raised his bottle and suggested: „What about celebrating our first jam in the club?“

„I’ll pass.“, I said, knowing things would get worse.

Rex took me by my hand and asked softly: „Is everything okay? I’ll be there for you. We could stay here.“

Phil observed our conversation but couldn’t understand anything. We were talking too low.

„Yeah, I’m fine but you know, I feel a bit uncomfortable being in the club with.. you know.“, I didn’t want to explain it and I knew Rex would understand. He gave me a kiss to let me know.

Phil’s death stare was intimidating. He couldn’t stop staring at us.

„Okay guys, let’s go.“, Darrell shouted in excitement.

„Hey Rex“, I whispered, „could you bring me home? Just stop at my house on our way to the club?“

„Sure, babe.“

—

Your wish is my command, I thought. I no longer bothered their attention during their jam sessions. In the meantime I did something really unexpected. I searched for a half time job to earn my own money. It wasn’t really a job but an internship that would distract me from Rex, and especially Phil. The newspaper had some great offers and I managed to get invited for some interviews. The first job interview I had was in a local newspaper. Though I hadn’t studied yet, I still had the chance to get a job. I attended a journalism course in high school and learned some basics in writing.

But the timing was bad. Only one week left until Christmas Eve. Most of the newspapers wanted to hire people next year but I was fine with it. At least they invited me.

I decided to do groceries straight after my first job interview. Loud Christmas music was tootling in the grocery stores and everywhere. I saw a lot of children singing carols along the streets and Santa Claus rang his bell to collect money for kids with cancer. Usually I donate some dollars.

I put the groceries in the car and left the busy street. On my way back home I struggled to focus on the traffic. The sun was standing very low and it was impossible to see anything. I managed to stay calm, hoping not to cause any damage. After the 10 minute car ride I finally reached my destination. As I sneaked through the window I found my mom being busy in the kitchen. Though it was later in the day, it still wasn’t time to prepare dinner. Hurriedly I searched for the keys and opened the front door.

„Hey mom, I’m back. I went grocery shopping after the interview. I bought everything you needed.“, I yelled at her because she was still puttering around. She screamed on full blast so I could hear her: „Honey, welcome back. Come, I need some help. We have a guest.“

We had a what? It was Wednesday and my dad was still working. My mom usually didn’t invite someone. And she hadn’t met Rex yet.

„Mom, where can I put the groce..“ I couldn’t finish my sentence because what I just saw was so incredibly unbelievable and wrong on so many levels. The groceries went down on the ground and the shattered jam glass left a juicy mess on the laminate. My speechless mom looked up and down trying to figure out what was happening.

„This can’t be happening! You invaded my home!“, I screamed internally and externally.

Phil replied slightly amused: „We’re gonna bake some cookies. Wanna help?“

„No, I don’t want to help. I want to know what you’re going to do here?“

„Baking Christmas cookies, as I said.“

His exaggerated happiness made me furious. I narrowed my eyes and stared at him until he gave me an appropriate answer.

„Okay, we’re also about to bake some gingerbread.“

„You’re not going to bake cookies or gingerbread. You’re going to leave. NOW.“

„Y/N, what’s biting you? Phil’s being helpful. And he told me how you both met in New Orleans. Sweetie, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend back then.“, my mother came to his defense.

„He wasn’t my boyfriend.“, I exculpate myself. Apparently my harsh words hurted Phil. He looked down on his cookie dough which he kneaded perfectly. Some strands of hair were stuck in his eyelashes and I waited for him to remove them. But he didn’t. He didn’t even notice it. My mother stared at him, then caught a glimpse of me and we remained silent. Unwillingly I broke the silence: „Can we talk?“ I turned to Phil. Without saying anything he followed me to the living room. I didn’t want to risk anything, so I avoided leading him into my bedroom. The kitchen was out of reach. My mother wasn’t able to snap our conversation up.

I started talking: „Be honest. What is your actual intention?“

„Christmas cookies.“ I rolled my eyes again.

„Phil!“

„Okay“, he sighed softly, „first of all, sorry for being such a dickhead last week. To be honest, I was jealous. About you and Rex. I heard you fucking in the kitchen. I was about to knock, you know? Then I left. For fuck‘s sake, I hid in the living room to catch a glimpse of the girl Rex fucked and holy shit. I was YOU. Rex fucked my girl.“

„Phil.“ This was the only word I currently knew.

„I had to be careful not to be found. But I risked my position in the band just to be with you alone.“

„It was surprising.“

„I did want to surprise you. But to find out you have a boyfriend was not what I expected. So I got angry and vented my wrath on you.“

„You scared me.“ Taciturnly, I tried to keep the conversation going. I wanted this to end and Phil to finally leave.

But he continued his monologue: „Y/N, I should have told you earlier. Much earlier. That I adore you. I always adored you.“

„And why didn’t you confess anything? You had so much time.“ My eyes slowly turned tearful. I tried to hold it back.

„But how? We lived miles apart. As soon as Pantera hired me, I was the happiest guy in the world. I would go to Arlington. Guess who lives there? You! As I arrived here I couldn’t wait to meet you.“

„But how should that happen? You didn’t even know where I lived? Waiting for me to meet you accidentally?“

„It’s called a phonebook.“

I admitted that he was right. He could’ve found me because he knew my name.

That soft smile he gave me made my heart melt. I went weak on the knees by the way he was being so open about his feelings. He confessed his love for me which Rex actually never did. Though he called me girlfriend I waited for him to express his affection for me. No words were needed in our relationship but I longed for the term „I love you“.

„I love you, Y/N!“ It came like a bombshell. He really said that out loud in the gentlest way possible. Stark and stiff I stood there not able to reply and repeated his confession over and over again in my head. I love you. I love you. I love you. I wondered if he expected an answer. It tumbled everything.

„Please stop.“, I screamed. I screamed so loud that my mother tried to catch a glimpse of us but she decided not to come. After all the tries to stay calm I finally let my tears flow. Without hesitation Phil embraced me and it felt so good. My tears left wet spots on his white shirt.

„Phil“, I stuttered whiny-voiced, „I don’t know what to do.“

„You just have to decide.“ I continued to cry into his chest. We hugged each other for five minutes until we left each other's bodies. I looked up at him and whispered: „You have to go.“

His also teary eyes turned into a sad smile. Before he left he gave me a kiss on my forehead. Then he disappeared into the darkness.

—

The following days were busy. We put up our Christmas tree later than planned and made the last arrangements for our little family gathering. Pantera was the last I wanted to spend Christmas with. I longed for Rex but I knew they spent all day together practicing which included Phil. Sometimes I called him and went on dirty talk in the nighttime. But as soon as I hung up the phone I continued thinking about Phil. I love you. I love you. I love you. You have to decide, he said. Should I leave Rex? Phil? Both? I talked about my mistakes with my mom. She was very sympathetic and supportive. But most of all she didn’t judge me.

On the night before Christmas I received a phone call. I woke up from the ringing sound of the phone. As I got up my mother called me upstairs. She handed me the receiver and I answered the call: „Hello?“

„Am I talking to Y/N? This is Addison Farmer speaking from the HR department at San Francisco Times. We received your letter of application.“

When did I write an application letter to San Francisco?

„I’m afraid that wasn’t me. I think you mistake me for someone else.“

„Didn’t you write the article „Celebrating the Strength and Resilience of Women in the 80s“?

„Yes, I did, but..“

„This is fantastic. Will the 30th December be okay for you to start working?

„Uhm, I haven’t studied journalism. I was just looking for an internship“

„You can work here and be able to study journalism at the University of San Francisco if you like to.“

„Yes, I accept the offer.“

„We’re looking forward to working with you, Miss Y/N. You will receive the contract and further information in the next few days. Please send back the contract or just bring it along on your first day. If you have any further questions don’t hesitate to contact me. If you reconsider you can also call me. Have a nice day and merry Christmas.“

„Merry Christmas.“, I answered and after that I lost my mind. I turned to my mother and saw her smiling. This was the brightest smile I’ve ever seen in my life.

„Mom?“

„Sweetie, I see this letter everyday on your desk. It’s been there for more than a year. Why did you hesitate to send it? I know you’re good at writing. It was your wish to work there. I just did you a favor. You’ve been through a lot for two months and you deserve to be happy.“

„Mom, I’m kinda angry at you. But… thank you.“

„You can sleep at your aunt‘s house. I did ask her.“

„MOM!“

„As long as you don’t have your own apartment.“

„Oh, mom. Thank you so much. I love you.“

„I love you too, sweetheart. Go and pack your bags.“

„I surely will!“

—

I know you won’t stop thinking about me. The time we spent together was my favorite part of my life and I wish I wouldn’t move away but I have to take the chance. I am a writer to the core and that I haven’t studied yet was a huge mistake. Though we won’t see each other I still will think about you, like you always did. My heart is still beating for you and it will skip a beat every time I hear you play on the radio. Your band will write metal history.

I will miss your big brown puppy eyes, your ability to make me scream, your smile, your beautiful hands, your perfect body and especially how you melt my heart.

Please don’t forget me. I won’t forget you either. Thanks for loving and desiring me to the bone.

I love you

Y/N

—

I posted the letter before I drove to the airport. Heavy-hearted I said goodbye to my parents and entered the plane.

I was on my way to San Francisco without knowing that I was actually pregnant.

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7/28/2024: I. America, and humanity, If heterosexual females are lower than a gay males, bisexuals, lesbians, and omega males willing to kill heterosexual Females to protect his gay male best friends and lesbians sisters and gay brothers, then I, Trang as a hardcore heterosexual female with hardcore heterosexual eggs and hardcore baby making machine, will commit in being a happy spinster eternally while closing my eyes and ears to prevent seeing and hearing heterosexual men using the gay males' buttocks to make children and heterosexual males on their knees to please the lesbians' strap-on dildos before getting to their eggs and uterus while wooing to gays and lesbians with melody of words about getting high over the rainbow--All to control the over population of humanity to save the plenty from it's human cancer growth of over consumption in eating animals, wearing water, and generating toxic unnatural cancerous chemical, buying, waiting via overdosed capitalism, overdosed feminism- gayism-fat-lazy-male-ism and greediness and to be too comfortable.. Trang's thinking at 51.24 years old. I believe whatever I do will affect your children and the future of humanity for I copy the thinking of past generations and the future generation. If God (the father of Jesus) wants me to have biological then he will put it in me or else no thanks while I'll work to make the planet healthier and help children who are willing to change to improve themselves and follow the hardcore heterosexual path while I work, sing, model, do fashion, study online, dance+exercise, diet, cook low-fat, volunteer, donate, write lawsuits, write poems dreaming of my hardcore heterosexual male with hardcore heterosexual sperms and hardcore heterosexual man thing. I am only happier today because of more home-made of physical therapy of neck stretching using 3 chairs, and a good night sleep to move one from waiting for men and focusing on shutting my trap by being mute to save my old wrinkles from turning into elderly wrinkles. I only posted today because there seems to be a fight between men and women about being childless women and childish women's attacking a 2-year-old girl as return--Not cool on both parties if both parties when God (father of Jesus) to give them. It's true that a childless female even by being infertile cares less about the future of the country and more about her power than a man with children about his country (just like a man without children cares less about the future of his country and more about his power than a female with children); However, the man with children must be sensitive to women who are infertile foe its not their fault or else their evilness will attack your female daughter. On the other hand, if the childless women wants God (the father of Jesus) to grant her a biological baby, she has to say sorry about bringing his innocent 2-year-old daughter into this adult fight or else go happy being a wealthy spinster and enjoy your beauty sleep cuddling your teddy bear. Bring in children in adult fights is like the Hamas terrorists and Zionism terrorists bringing innocent children into this war with one side shooting an Israel baby in baby crib and the other side bombing Gazan babies using American made 2,000 lb bombs on land whose ancestors of those babies have been living for the last 400 years in Palestine region while the Isrealis are still in Hitler's gas chambers praying for God for their enemies' mercy and while the American militia men and the churches cowboys haven't been boen yet. In my own right in America, I am leaving America eternally because I don't approve of its values for being genocidal in the Hamas-Israel war, gay, and promote Spanish as 2nd language. Lastly, I, Trang, ask, what have the humans done to help the planet Earth other than destroying it and now building spaceships to flee the planet so the humans can destroy another planet via wars, overdosed capitalism, overdosed-gay-feminism-straight-men-turning-gay-lazy-and-fat?

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Bleeding and ducklings 🐥

25/6/24

Apparently in that universe when two ppl do it the woman’s uterus is destroyed and because of that she starts bleeding, there was one of my professor telling the class this and was like “look at the things women do for our please truely selfless”

Also I only date people who have ducklings Uhuh and somebody had the audacity to catfish saying they had ducklings.