#school house rock jr

[getyourpaybackwithsomepayback]

YALL YALL YALL THIS IS MY THEATRE SEASON IM TELLING YOU

Im going to a theatre camp where you’re guaranteed to get a role in the play (it’ll be my first ever actual play/performance)

One of the nearby theatres is doing newsies (I was too young to audition cause it was hs and up :( unfortunately)

the same theatre is doing Dear Evan Hansen this season

can I be any luckier???

[marauder-misprint]

hellooo congrats of 1k followers !!! you’re one of my favorite writers and I wish you 1000 more followers <3 also requesting a friends to lovers w barty crouch jr with prompt "i've loved you since the day you threw a rock at me in first grade." !!

Hi and thank you ❤︎ I changed 'first grade' to 'six' because that's the age they'd be. I suppose it could've been 'first year' but it works better with six. Trust. ❤︎ I love writing fluff. Fluffy fluffy fluffy.

1,000 Followers celebration

Hope y'all enjoy ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

Good aim

Barty Crouch Jr. x Slytherin!reader

2.7k words

cw: fluff, Reader and Barty being assholes, friends to lovers

The Crouches lived down the street from you. You met Barty when you were both playing outside. He was using magic to set things on fire. You were tossing pebbles and seeing how many times they would skip before stopping. You said hi to Barty and introduced yourself. He told you his name, but that’s it. You stood next to him as he burned things for a while, until your mother called you back inside. 

That was only the beginning. You would watch Barty burn things whenever you were outside together. You weren’t as good with your magic so you hit things with sticks and rocks until they broke. Barty helped you break some bigger things and once you managed to make something explode. You both giggled about it for at least ten minutes. 

Your young friendship wasn’t perfect. You saw him outside before a party your parents were taking you to. You went out to say hi and to show him your dress. 

“I don’t like dresses,” he said. 

You scrunched your face and frowned. Your father said your dress was beautiful. You started to walk back to your house, but then you saw a decent sized rock on the road. You picked it up and hurled it at Barty. It hit him in the middle of his back. You didn’t stay to see his reaction; you ran to your parents for the party. 

You were young and Barty was your friend. The thrown rock was water under the bridge by the next time you saw him. You didn’t apologize for it and he never brought it up. You were just two kids having fun outside, casually causing destruction to the neighborhood. As you got older, your friendship persisted. Eventually you got introduced to each other’s parents and you spent time at each other’s houses. You ended up getting sorted into Slytherin together at Hogwarts and that sealed it. You would be best friends forever.

“Bartemius!” you yelled, barging into the boys’ dorm during your sixth year.

“Oi! Don’t you knock?” one of Barty’s roommates, Martin Reyes, shouted as he hurriedly pulled up his pants. 

“Nothing I ain’t seen before, Reyes. Where’s Barty?” 

He jerked his thumb toward the bathroom. You crossed the room and rapped loudly on the door.

“Bartemius!” 

“I said wait for me in the common room!” he yelled through the door. 

“Got bored.” You turned around and sat on Barty’s bed. 

“And you’re not going back out?” Martin asked. 

“Nope. Need to light a fire under his arse.”

“What are you two getting up to now?” 

“Best I don’t say. Don’t you want deniability?” 

“Right,” Martin said as he grabbed his school bag. “See you in Potions then.” 

Martin left the dorm and you fell backwards into Barty’s pillows. You closed your eyes, knowing you still had a little bit before Barty came out of the bathroom. You figured he woke up late. That wasn’t too uncommon for him. You hummed to yourself while you waited. 

“Told you to wait in the common room,” he said when he finally opened the door.

“And I said to be ready by seven. It’s seven-twenty.” You swung your legs off the bed. “Reg’s practice only goes until eight.”

“So we have plenty of time!” 

“Just grab his things and let’s go.” 

Barty grabbed Regulus’ school bag and followed you out of the dorm. You found an empty classroom, which wasn’t difficult being that breakfast wasn’t over yet. You both sat down on top of one of the desks and Barty started digging through the bag.

“Anything good?” you asked, trying to look inside as well.

“Looks like the usual. Books, essays, his quill and ink… Why did we think he had anything for us in here?”

“It’s Regulus. He’s always hiding stuff from us. Gimme the essays.”

Barty handed you the various parchments and you started to scan them. Nothing. It was homework that was due later in the week.

You sighed. “We’ll need to nick these later. His Charms essay is brill. Potions is good as ever and Defense… lazily done but still better than my half-assed usual.” 

“Oooh! What do we have here?” Barty pulled out a small black book from the bag. “This isn’t a textbook.”

You snatched it from Barty’s hands. He whined in protest but didn’t try to get the book back from you. You flipped through the pages, a grin spreading across your face.

“Not as good as a diary, but he’s reading poetry,” you laughed. “It’s romantic!” 

“Our boy’s gone soft,” Barty groaned playfully. 

You handed him the book and took the bag from his lap. You riffled through it and went through every pocket. There was a rip in the bottom, which you found odd. This was Regulus’ bag. He wouldn’t keep a ripped bag. He could have it replaced in seconds with a trip to Hogsmeade or with an owl order. You shoved your hand through the rip and found a neatly folded letter. You opened it.

“Barty. Barty. Barty!” you said, hitting the side of his arm as you read it. “REG’S GOT HIMSELF AN ADMIRER!”

“What?” Barty asked, practically falling onto your shoulder to see what you found.

“This!” You aggressively waved the letter in his face. “It’s a fucking love letter! This is so much better than poetry!”

“Who is it?” 

“Dunno. No name.”

“Damn.”

“Time to go find our seeker.” 

Regulus was not happy to see that you and Barty had his school bag when he walked into the Great Hall after his quidditch practice ended. He grabbed it from where it sat on the table and briefly looked through it.

“What’d you two do to it? Ink going to explode?” 

“Hmm, no,” you said with an innocent look on your face. “But we’re wondering… Does anyone have a thing for you?” 

If you and Barty hadn’t spent years annoying Regulus at this point, you wouldn’t have noticed the slightest tinge of pink that appeared on his ears. Your innocent look shifted into one of success as you nudged Barty’s foot under the table.

“I mean, someone must. House of Black, seeker, smart, dare I say a handsome bloke,” Barty listed off. “Right? You’d say he’s handsome?” he asked you.

You nodded. “Handsome, yes. Not my type though.”

“So, Reg, who’s your ladylove?” Barty asked, grinning.

The pink spread to his cheeks and he wouldn’t meet either of your eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You sure? Mr. Lion Heart, Epitome of Art, God of the Broom, Dispeller of All Gloom?” you asked.

Pink turned into crimson. 

“Assholes. You two are assholes.” Regulus grabbed an apple and stormed out of the Great Hall while you and Barty burst into fits of laughter. 

“He’s going to hex you one day,” Pandora said from a few seats down.

“He’s already hexed us. It’s his love language,” you replied. 

For the rest of the day, you and Barty were on the lookout for Regulus’ revenge. It usually came in the form of a painful hex. But by the time you crawled into bed that night, you were unhexed. The next day came and went, as did the next. 

“He is going to get us back, right?” you asked Barty. 

“Eventually. Always does. Guess he’s taking his time.” 

It wasn’t like Regulus ended his friendship with you over teasing him about the love letter he had hidden in his bag. He gave you the cold shoulder for the rest of that day and then went back to normal. Still, like Barty said, he always got his revenge on you and Barty. It was a back-and-forth that you had going since third year. 

Regulus had a plan. He knew something and he was going to use that knowledge in his revenge. Which might not end up actually being revenge. It could, being that there was a chance it would destroy your friendship with Barty, but Regulus had a feeling that it wouldn’t. He had to wait for the right moment to reveal what he knew. 

He found you in one of the rare moments after class when you weren’t with Barty. You were in the library, trying to finish an essay for Transfiguration before you lost all ability to focus for the weekend. Regulus sat next to you. He didn’t take out anything, not even a book. 

“Yes?” you asked. 

“I’m not the only one with an admirer,” he said coolly. 

You hummed. “I’m sure lots of people have them. Yours just happened to write you a letter with poor poetry. You should give them that book you got.”

“I know who my admirer is. A book isn’t going to help them,” he chuckled. “But, I also know who yours is.” 

That got your attention. You set your quill down to prevent any rouge ink blots. You clasped your hands together in front of you and turned your head to Regulus.

“I’m listening.” 

“Oh, I’m not telling you.”

“Then why tell me I have one?” 

He shrugged. “Felt like something you should know. Good luck on that essay.”

Just like that, he was gone. You stared at your essay. How were you supposed to focus now? Regulus knew you would want to know who it was; he knew you wouldn’t be able to work on homework any more. It would only be a matter of time until you came back to the common room so he had to work fast. 

He headed to his dorm. He needed butterbeer, firewhiskey and a small vial that contained a potion he had been saving for a special occasion. Regulus decided that occasion would be today. He cracked open one of the butterbeers and waited. 

“Reeeeeguuulussssss,” Barty drawled, entering their dorm. “I’m bored.” 

Subject one had arrived. 

“Here,” Regulus said, tossing one of the butterbeer bottles to Barty.

He caught it and opened it. “Thanks.” 

“Why aren’t you off causing trouble?” Regulus asked. He needed to make conversation until you arrived. 

“Apparently, McGonagall’s essay outranks me,” Barty sighed as he sat down and put his feet up on his desk.

“Can’t get into trouble alone?” 

“It’s more fun when she’s around.”

“Okay, and you can’t bother Reyes? Or Rosier, Snape, Mulciber, Avery?” Regulus asked. 

“You’re trying to get rid of me after giving me a drink?”

“‘M just reminding you there are more than two other people who tolerate you.”

“I think you more than tolerate me, Black.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Crouch.”

“How come you’re not out with your secret lover?” 

“We have plans for later this weekend. Not that that’s important.”

“You know who it is?” Barty gasped, jumping up from his chair. “Who?”

“Right, because I’d tell you that.”

“I’ll find out eventually.”

“You’ll find out when I want you to.” 

Barty took a long swig of his butterbeer. 

Their dorm door swung open with a bang, revealing you. Subject two. You glared at Regulus.

“I was trying to be productive,” you announced. You slammed the door shut behind you. “You are a complete arse, Regulus Black.”

“What’d he do?” Barty asked.

“Disrupted my studying!” 

Regulus smirked. You walked past Barty to sit on his bed, grabbing a butterbeer from Regulus’ desk as you passed it. 

“Sure, help yourself to one,” Regulus said dryly.

“It’s payment for making me do homework on a Saturday!”

“I’m not making you do anything.”

You waved your hand in his direction. “Technicalities.” 

Barty drained the rest of his butterbeer and eyed the firewhiskey. 

“Mind if I break into the good stuff, my dear and lovely friend, Reg?” Barty asked, giving him a crooked grin that said he was going to pour himself a cup whether or not he said yes.

“It’s already open.” 

Barty’s grin widened. He helped himself, pouring a double, and then held the bottle in your direction, offering to pour you one. You held up your butterbeer. He nodded and took a sip before returning to his chair. Regulus watched him carefully. 

“What’s with that look?” you asked Regulus.

“Huh? Nothing.”

“No, you look like you know something.”

“I know lots of things.”

“He’s not feeling particularly generous with his knowledge today,” Barty told you. “Apparently he knows who his secret admirer is and he won’t tell me.”

“He claims to know my secret admirer as well,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Barty choked on his whiskey. He gave Regulus a worried glance. 

“I do know,” Regulus said with a sly smile. “Barty knows too.”

“You knew that someone fancies me and you didn’t tell me?” you gasped, tossing one of his pillows at him. “Asshole!” 

“That’s correct,” Barty said, trying to school his expression. Something felt wrong in his brain, but he couldn’t identify it. 

“Some best friend you are! I thought we told each other everything!” you exclaimed. Your words were accusatory but your tone was playful. 

“Not everything…” 

“Not everything? Bartemius, what haven’t you told me?” 

“I’ve loved you since the day you threw a rock at me when we were six,” Barty blurted. The words fell out of his mouth before he could stop them. 

You stared at Barty with wide eyes as your brain tried to process what he just said. Barty looked away from you with a bright red face and turned to Regulus. 

“What did you do?” he asked him with a strained voice. 

“Testing if I brewed my Veritaserum correctly. Sounds like I did,” Regulus said smugly. 

You turned to Regulus. “Veritaserum?” 

He nodded, standing up and moving toward the door. “I’ll give you two some space.” 

Once he was gone, a thick silence fell over the dorm. Barty had put his cup down on the desk and leaned over his knees with his head in his hands. He had been content loving you in secret. You understood him so perfectly. You knew when the burning and destroying things was covering up something else. You listened to him rant about the pressure his father put on him to get excellent marks so he could go into the ministry like he did. You held him when his mother had a health scare. And you had been there for so long. 

“Barty?” you asked softly. 

Physically, he wasn’t far away. All you would have to do is stand up and take one step and you’d be right in front of him. Mentally, you knew he was spiraling. That’s what Barty did. 

“Barty,” you repeated when he didn’t respond. 

He still didn’t move or say anything. He was preparing himself for rejection – waiting for you to say he was just a friend, basically a brother. You chewed the inside of your cheek as you watched his body shudder with a shaky breath. You stood up and took the one step toward him. Then you crouched down to be at his eye level. You ran a gentle hand through his messy hair. 

“Since we were six?” you asked. Your hand came to rest on his upper arm. 

“I’m going to murder him.”

“Well, we’ll have to tell him the serum doesn’t last long,” you said with a soft laugh. “You love him too much.” 

Silence. 

“Barty. Since we were six?” 

He nodded. His head was still in his hands. He couldn’t bring himself to look at you. He didn’t want to see the pity in your eyes as you tried to let him down gently. 

“You know, that makes me look bad, right?” 

“How so?” he grumbled. 

“Since we were six?” you repeated again. “I didn’t realize I loved you until last year.” 

Barty slowly looked up. His face was still bright red, but now he looked shocked rather than embarrassed and furious at Regulus. 

“You… you… you love-”

“I love you, yes.” You laughed and took his hands in yours so that he couldn’t hide his face again. “It just took me a lot longer to realize it.” 

“I mean, I’ve heard most people don’t throw rocks at people they like.”

“Most people don’t like having rocks thrown at them.” 

“I liked how you had good aim.” 

“Only you, Barty… Only you.”

Then you pressed a kiss to Barty’s cheek.

“Oi, I thought you had good aim.” 

You raised your eyebrows, unsure of what he meant. 

“You missed,” he said before taking his hands out of yours to grab your face and crash his lips onto yours. 

You understood what he meant. You had missed. 

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[billthedrake]

LINEAGE (PART FOURTEEN)

It was a perfect Friday night. Pizza dinner, hanging out watching a movie together. Junior had just received his first scholarship offer, to play golf at Vanderbilt. Not a full ride, but it was great news. Junior was thrilled, and both Brade and I were proud as hell.

The twins were finally getting to that normal sleep through the night phase, and by nine I'd put them to bed, leaving on the baby monitor - we probably didn't need it but Brade liked having it on next to the couch.

Evan and Keith were playing Madden NFL on the video console now. Braden and Junior were talking about college plans. I'd heard a lot of Junior's dreams and decision making process already, but it was nice for him to tell his Daddy what he'd already shared with me.

It was a perfect familial, nonsexual moment, and yet I got a thrill. I had two very special men in my life and four other sons who were part of this growing family.

The time felt right. I'd run the idea by Braden and Junior both, but the conversation was very much about some unspecified future. I decided to make the announcement now.

"So, boys..." I started. "Why don't you pause the game for a second?" I asked in my "dad" tone of voice.

"What is it, Dad?" Evan asked. He was a year and a half older than his younger brother, but he was starting to hit adolescence and already looked about 3 years older than Keith. I just hoped they could stay close as brothers, even as Evan was in middle school, whereas Keith wouldn't start until next year.

"You know we're a different kind of family," I started.

"Yeah, Dad," Keith said, a little bored at what he thought was going to be "that talk" again. "We know. You and daddy are father and son."

I grinned and patted Braden's shoulder. Lately, the hot flashes of pregnancy meant that Braden ran very hot, and normally he wore minimal clothes around the house, but for family night on Friday, he slipped on an Marines T-shirt that had been stretched by his early pregnancy. He and I jokingly referred to some of his clothes as his paternity wear.

"Yes," I replied to Keith. "And your daddy's the love of my life, my rock," I said. In my peripheral vision I could sense Brade looking at me. He wasn't sure where this was going. "But a father can love each of his sons in a different way."

I turned to Junior, who was also looking on, maybe nervous. I lifted my arm and placed it on his shoulder, drawing him closer. "Well, your Daddy is my husband, but your older brother is my boyfriend."

"Whoa," Evan exclaimed. He looked back and forth between me and Braden. "You OK with this Daddy?"

Braden gulped and nodded. I felt his body flash hotter against my touch, which indicated to me he was getting turned on now. But he kept his voice even keeled. "Yes, Son. Very OK. I love your Dad and he loves me. But this connection also developed and it's beautiful."

Evan seemed skeptical, but he nodded his OK.

Keith on the other hand seemed unphased. "You gonna be our stepdad now, Bill?"

Junior laughed. "No 'stepdad' business, just big bro."

That had Evan laughing at least. But then he got serious. "How long has this been going on?" our son asked.

"A couple of months," I explained. "We wanted to make sure of things before we told you."

"Can I get back to the game?" Keith asked.

"Brat," Evan teased. Reaching over to ruffle Keith's hair. His younger brother would get annoyed but also loved the playhouse attention Evan gave him. Ev picked up the controller and growled, "I'm gonna smoke your butt, bro..."

"Fat chance."

It took me a second to realize Junior was looking at me. Brade, too, but I already knew what my husband was thinking. It was the love and thrill in Bill Jr's eyes that told me I'd done the right thing.

He leaned in and whispered. "I guess we won't have to sneak around so much any more, huh, Dad?"

I shook my head and moved my mouth to his ear. "Nope, kiddo. And maybe we can change the house rules. Bump up the Junior one-on-ones to twice a week."

He nodded and bit his lips to keep from letting out a horny curse.

I leaned in and kissed him. The first one in front of his little brothers. I could tell Evan was watching from the corner of his eye. I tried not to linger with that kiss so I pulled back and patted Junior's chest. Giving him a wink.

Then I turned to Brade. All smiles. "Ready for a new phase, Son?" I asked.

"Goddamnit, Dad," he hissed, so excited and turned on. Leave it to Brade to let a curse word slip and I could hear Evan chuckle.

The kiss with my son husband was soft and amazing. When I pulled back Brade whispered. "You're killing me, Dad."

I laughed. "Hold that thought," I said. I did my best to will my hardon to go down. It didn't help that Braden was throwing hard in his shorts.

He wasn't the only one. "I may call it a night, Dads," Junior asked. I could see that long teen bone riding up in his jeans as he stood up from the couch. He wasn't trying to show off his erection, but there was no hiding it.

It was clear Junior was going to jack off. Probably more than once. I didn't blame him. On another night I'd be inviting him into bed with me and Brade, but already there was a lot going on emotionally.

"Sleep well, Junior," I said. "Tee time at 9 tomorrow?"

He smiled. "Yeah, Dad. I'll be ready."

The next half hour went pretty normal. Back to talking with Braden about Junior's college plans and the college fund I was setting up for all the boys. I had a really well paying job, thankfully, but money didn't grow on trees. And with triplets coming, I knew we'd have to budget more.

I was in a really fucking good mood and let the boys stay up, while Braden and I went to bed. I expected a deep emotional talk in the privacy of our bedroom, and that was probably to come, but once the door was shut, Braden stepped up and pulled me to him for a hot kiss.

"Fuck, Dad... that was the hottest fucking thing," he hissed, pawing at my button down shirt I still had on from casual Friday at work.

"What?" I said. I mean, I was getting turned on by Brade at that moment but the evening had been more emotional excitement than purely sexual.

"The fact you were so open with incest." Already his hands were on my belt. "I think Evan was jealous."

"Come on Brade," I objected.

Braden shook his head. "Of course he's too young, Dad. I'm not saying that. But he's an incest man, too, I know it."

Before I could say anything, Brade kissed me hard. Maybe I'd let him go along with this idea if it put him in heat like this.

I finally pulled back and untucked my shirt, unbuttoning it for my son-husband's eyes. "Junior's enough to handle for now, Son," I joked.

Brade laughed, pulling down his shorts to show off his rigid bone sticking straight up. And as he peeled off that Marines T-shirt, I tried to see if his stomach was showing any swell. Not yet, but probably soon with triplets. "Bill's such a horndog, Dad," Braden said, excited. "Our fucking kid."

"You're cursing as much as Junior," I teased, stepping up to run my hands along his naked body.

"Cause I'm horny," Brade said. We kissed again, and I was getting turned on by the contrast between my husband's total nakedness and my relatively clothed state.

"Fuck," Braden hissed as he pulled back. He ran his hands up and down my chest. "You wanna invite Bill to join us, Dad?"

I nodded, even as I looked at him cautiously. "I thought you might some one on one time, Brade."

"I'm not going to object to that, Dad," he said. "But I wanna watch you two."

"You sure?" I asked.

"Sure, I'm sure."

I patted his arm. With a wink, I stepped back and slipped out the bedroom door. Even with my shirt unbuttoned, I was still presentable, though I now had a huge hardon in my slacks. The house was quiet though, at least this wing of it. I knocked gently on Junior's door.

"Yeah?!" he answered.

I opened it and saw him in bed, naked with the covers pulled up. He had a tablet open and had clearly been watching porn and stroking off.

"Your Daddy and I wanted to see if you wanted to join us.... if you're not too spent," I said.

He laughed. "Nah, Dad. Just been edging. I'd love that." He pulled off the covers and I saw that big family boner, sticking straight up. I watched, excited as he got out of bed and pulled out some sweatpants from his dresser and slipped them on over his muscular thighs and rigid cock. The erection showed, but the sweats hid it some. At least that's as presentable as Junior was gonna get.

I took a second to step up and run my hands along his bare chest and abs, leaning in for a kiss.

"You OK with your brothers knowing about us?" I asked. It was a done deal but I wanted to check in.

"Fuck yeah, Dad. It makes it feel official." His teen voice got a little deeper. "I love every time you call me your boyfriend."

That got me emotional and turned on at the same time. "Well, that's great Son. Cause your father is your boyfriend for real now."

The following kiss was very deep and heavy. Lots of tongue. Not full on The Need level kiss but getting closer. I was panting heavy now.

"We probably shouldn't keep your Daddy waiting."

"No, sir," Junior grinned.

We made our way to the master bedroom. I walked behind Junior and had to admire how his back and ass were developing, filling out. Looking like a college jock already, but that realization gave me a pang of separation anxiety. Within a half year, Junior would be off a college, maybe Nashville, maybe elsewhere, but miles away. Just as he and were getting close sexually and romantically.

I had my hand on his strong delt muscle as we entered the bedroom.

"Damn, Daddy," Junior hissed as he saw Brade naked and hard on the bed.

I started to peel off my unbuttoned shirt and remove my shoes. "Your Daddy is in heat, Junior."

"Yeah?" our son said with a slight laugh. "I thought you were already knocked up, Daddy."

That got a groan from Braden.

"Pregnancy hormones are kicking in, Son."

Junior slipped his sweats down, showing off his long jock boner to both of his parents. "Is that a real thing?" he asked Braden in sincere curiosity.

Braden nodded and spread his legs. "Absolutely a real thing. Hits me about two months in."

I undid my trousers and slid them off, folding them over a chair, before I hooked my thumb in the elastic of my briefs and pulled them off. I wasn't out of control horny like Brade that evening nor teenage-horny like Junior. But I felt very sexual and turned on to be with my sons together, again.

"The multiples have it hitting a week or two early," I said.

"That's so hot," Junior said as he got onto the bed, respectfully waiting until I joined as well. "I'd love to get a guy so pregged up he goes wild." He saw the look on my face and added, "I know, Dad... I'm gonna be responsible. It's just a turn on, you know."

Brade was less in a lecturing parental mood, though. He reached over and wrapped his hand around Junior's rigid cock. "I think it's really hot you knocked up a man, Bill," he said.

"Yeah?" Junior asked. His eyes went back and forth between Brade and me, trying to see if I was OK with this talk.

Braden continued, turning to snuggle up against Junior while stroking that teen dick. "So fucking hot... you need to breed, like your Dad."

"Even now... I get so turned on that it happened," our son said.

"Ready to be a father?" Brade asked in a seductive tone.

"You have no idea, Daddy."

As I slid into the king sized bed I watched my sons kiss. Brothers, even as Brade was Junior's daddy too. Junior was so much like me, yet he was like Braden too. It was magical to watch.

My husband was in heat all right. Already he was pulling Junior into a tight embrace and rolling onto his back, to bring Junior's taller body on top. And just as quickly Brade's meaty legs were wrapping around Junior's waist.

"Goddamn, Daddy," Junior hissed. He'd not experienced Brade in his most power bottom mood. He was experiencing it now. Braden holding his body tight and humping up hornily into Junior's smoother, leaner body.

"Put your cock in me, Son."

I scooted over and ran my hand along Junior's back. Letting him feel a three way connection and giving him the OK.

He nodded, hornily, like he couldn't believe his luck in tapping Braden's muscle ass. "I need some lube," he hissed.

"I'm all ready for you, Son," Braden said.

That's all the invitation Junior needed. With a lustful urgency he reached down to guide his cock into place. He didn't have to say for me to know he was loving the chance to bareback once more.

"Fuckin christ, Daddy," Junior said as he slid in.

"Fuck me, Bill... fuck me like you fucked Tim Carson." I knew Braden was turned on by Junior's breeding, but it was still very hot to see him go all in on talking about it.

Junior bottomed out and kissed Braden deeply. With hard jerky motions, he started pumping his daddy's hole.

I ran my hands over Junior's body, enjoying the way his young muscle flexed and the way his ass clenched with each in stroke.

Junior was getting into it, maybe going a little hard, but Braden was up for it. My husband moaned into the kiss and held on tight.

"He's your brother, too, Junior," I said aloud.

Almost immediately I watched Junior slow his thrust and pull back. "Goddamn, Dad. You almost had me cumming."

I grabbed some lube from the night stand and pumped a good deal out, more than I use with Brade. "Think you could hold off long enough for me to get inside you, kiddo?"

Junior looked over and nodded excitedly. "Fuck yes, Dad."

Braden was now stroking Junior's face playfully as they stayed in locked embraced. "It's so hot to have your father fuck you, isn't it, Bill?"

Junior nodded. "Oh yeah. Though I want it to get easier," he admitted.

"It will," Braden said.

I took my time fingering Junior's ass while he and Brade made out. Maybe my exploration was too stimulating because once I finally pushed three lubed fingers inside him, I heard Junior grunt loud into the kiss and saw his body shake. He'd cum inside Braden.

I pulled back and gave a light pat to his ass. "I guess I didn't even have to enter you, buddy," I laughed, though a little disappointed I was going to get to fuck him.

Junior pulled back. "No, sir.... I'm still hard if you wanna..."

I moved to look down at them, Braden too. "How you doing, Brade?" I asked.

My husband nodded, sweat on his brow. "So fucking turned on, Dad. I have your boyfriend's cum inside me."

"It's probably not going to take me long tonight," I said, fisting my cock and scooting back behind Junior. That ass was amazing, nice and round and firm. I guided myself into place and slowly, very slowly entered my son.

It had been mindblowingly hot to take Junior's cherry. And it had been fun to come back home and explore this new activity with Junior. But now it felt different, amplified. We had an audience. My other son and Junior's daddy/brother, who now talked him through my penetration and got Junior extra excited to get incest fuck.

I let Brade go on with his sex talk while I focused on the gentle, yet firm technique of entering Junior's still tight ass. It worked. My son's hole opened up for me, accepting my cock all the way inside his hot guts. I leaned forward and kissed between his shoulder blades. "I love you, sons," I hissed.

"Love you too, Dad," Junior replied, voice cracking in horniness.

I pumped slow but deep, almost hard. It took about a dozen strokes, me getting off on the restraint even as I felt this urge to ravage Junior.

"Bill Jr's rock hard inside me, Dad," I heard Braden cry. "Fuck him! Fuck our son!"

I did, my hips working into the final two or three strokes that brought me to an intense orgasm.

Beneath me, Junior was having his second orgasm.

We were strangely wordless as we uncoupled and made out. Me in the middle, my sons on each side.

"I should probably get back to my room," Junior said at last.

"Not on my account, Son," I said. Turning to Braden, I asked, "what do you think, Brade?"

"I think not enough sleeping is going to get done. But yeah..."

****

The next morning, I got dressed in my golf clothes and while Junior was still showering up, I went to make some breakfast.

Evan wandered in, an almost shy look on his face. My 13 year old always liked to sleep in on weekends, so I was surprised to see him up. It was almost like he wanted some Dad time.

"Morning, Tough Guy," I greeted. Tough Guy was my personal nickname for Evan. It had started out as a sarcastic joke and just stuck as a term of endearment. "Want me to make a couple of eggs for you?"

"Um, sure," he said.

"Sleep OK?"

"Pretty good," he said, taking a seat on the barstool by the kitchen island. He definitely entering the moody teen years and had the conversation skills to go with that.

Finally, as I was getting eggs and butter out of the fridge, he spoke up.

"Dad... I wanted to you let you know that I'm not gay."

"I never said you were," was the initial words out of my mouth. And while true, the tone maybe came across as not empathetic. So I gave him a paternal smile as I set things down on the counter and turned to him. "So... it sounds like you're discovering yourself, Tough Guy."

The nickname made him smile some. "Yeah, I realize I'm into girls."

"You know your Daddy and I want you to be who you are. You feel like you need to fit in?" I asked.

He nodded. At 13 Ev's emotions were a jumble. "Sometimes, yeah."

"I mean this, Son, but with our family you fit in, whoever you love. Just because your big brother is gay doesn't mean we expect you to be, OK?"

That seemed to calm him. "Thanks, Dad."

"Just make sure you're wearing protection," I lectured.

"Yeah, I know. Though I know rubbers can break," Evan said with a naughty smirk.

"I guess your brother told you about his mishap."

"Yeah," Evan said. "Bill was lecturing me even more than you, Dad."

I had to laugh. "You told your Daddy? About being straight?"

He shook his head. "I will. But I wanted to let you know first. OK if I'm the one to tell him?"

"Of course, Tough Guy."

"When do you stop calling me Tough Guy?" Evan laughed. Maybe he worried it was a "kid" thing and now he was a teenager.

"Whenever you tell me to," I replied.

"Not yet," he said, as if he'd thought it over. "Thanks for being cool with things, Dad," he said. "And sorry if I acted weird last night, when you told me about you and Bill. I know he's probably really happy."

"We're both really happy," I said. "But you know that doesn't mean I don't love my other sons less, right?"

"I know," Ev said, the annoyance coming back into his voice.

"So a father's gotta ask... is there a girl you're interested in?" I said, entering Wingman Dad mode.

He blushed. "Nah, no one special. I guess the girls don't seem to be interested."

"You'll be beating them off with a stick, Ev. Trust me."

That made him smile.

****

It had been a few weeks since golf with the Fiedlers. The early spring weather was pretty lousy and was just starting to warm up a little. But that Saturday was cool but a nice day. Todd was in a good mood, and it didn't take me and Junior long to realize that he and Sam were particularly affectionate with each other that morning. No PDAs, but very touchy feely.

"You guy are in a good mood," I finally said.

Todd grinned, and Sam outright beamed in a big smile.

"It's just me and Sam at home these days, so we've been spending a lot of extra time together."

Sam practically interrupted his father. "Dad took my cherry last night," he boasted.

"Yeah?" Junior asked, an amused smile on his face.

"Fuck yeah," Sam said. "And took me again this morning. It was incredible."

I looked over at the doctor, who had a happy, proud grin. "I thought you guys were waiting for anal," I teased.

Todd shrugged. "I got tired of waiting. And Sam is definitely not a patient boy."

"No, sir," the teen replied.

I put my hand on Junior's shoulder and gave a soft squeeze. "Junior and I crossed that threshold recently..." I announced. "Over that campus visit trip."

"Jesus, Bill," Todd hissed. "That's amazing." He looked to my son-boyfriend. "You enjoy it, Junior?"

Junior's voice seemed to be getting deeper and more mellow by the day, or maybe that was my imagination. "Yes, Dr. Fiedler," Junior replied. "I wasn't sure I would, but it was fucking incredible." I could sense my son's posture grow erect standing next to me, puffing his built chest out some. "And we told my little brothers last night that Dad and I are boyfriends."

"Way cool!" Sam exclaimed.

Todd gestured toward the fairway. We couldn't delay too much before the next golf foursome caught up to us. But as we walked, the doctor looked over at me. "Bill.. I know we've never crossed that line, but maybe we could have a special Fiedler-Drake get together."

That surprised me. "You know I'd say yes in a heartbeat. Braden too. And Junior's a horndog."

That got a laugh out of the man. "Cool."

"What changed your mind?" I asked.

He seemed thoughtful. "When it was just me and Dad, we prized family monogamy, but now that we're involved with the boys... well, they're all eager to explore." He seemed to shyly admit, "Andrew and Sam have both joined me with the Connors men a couple of times. I didn't want to mess up our friendship, though, Bill."

"You're not messing a damn thing up, Todd," I assured him. "But Brade needs to be there with me for anything."

"Sure," Todd said. And with a leer he added, "You know I've always wanted to watch you two go at it."

****

I was eager to have a cross-family group scene with the Fiedlers, and it had actually been too long since Braden and I had played with the Connors. But with the twins and two other sons that would need supervision, that would have to wait until we could line up a couple of babysitters.

But I told Braden about the idea when we got home. "Jesus, Dad... that'd be so hot."

"You into Todd?" I asked with a tease.

"Doc is hot, Dad, but mostly I'm into incest. The more the better."

I was getting hard. I'd begged off a blowjob from Junior on the way home from the club. "You feel like sucking your father's dick, buddy?" I asked. My hands were on his sides. I could feel the softness there, love handles that were forming less from the pregnancy swell and more from Braden's increased appetite as his body prepared to nurture a new life. Three of them in face.

"Gladly, Dad," Braden hissed. We kissed, softly. I loved my son so much, and even if I was trying to figure out how to balance that with the newness of my relationship with Junior and the rush of infatuation, I knew I was lucky that the spark was still there in me and y oldest son's marriage.

Finally, Braden pulled back. His hunky ex-Marine body was thick and nearly middle-aged now. Older and fuller. I tried to think about how Junior saw him. To me there was a part of Braden that was always the horny 18 yo pining for my cock. "I can't wait to suck your dad dick in front of the Fiedlers."

Already I was undoing my golf short and puling them and my briefs down. My prick stood out hard. Maybe I'd start taking those Fountain of Youth pills Fiedler was always going on about. Give more hardons for both my sons.

As Brade crouched down, his touch was almost worshipful. "That's such a powerful dick, Dad," he hissed. "It's made nine sons."

My dick jerked at that. "It put fucking triplets in you Son."

Braden got a sexy grin, his eyes still transfixed on my erection. "Fucking triplet grandsons for you, Dad."

"Maybe they'll grow up to suck my cock, too, Brade," I grunted. OK, my son was getting me in to THAT kind of state.

"Oh fuuuck," Braden growled and just pounced on my cock. Taking several inches into his mouth he began working me with a horny energy, up and down, more about the intensity of blowing me than the technique.

I spread my legs and placed my hand on Braden's buzzcut head. Not pushing him down, but guiding his skull up and down on my dick. I was getting a hot wet incest blowjob, and even if I was a committed ass man, I realized I missed this.

"Suck me, Son. Suck your own father," I said, my voice getting louder. "You wanna taste your little brothers, don't ya buddy?"

I heard Brade grunt around my cock but he didn't miss a mouthstroke. Up and down he went, a little faster, a little deeper.

My dick was starting to feel real good in my son's mouth and throat. And my thoughts were getting hornier. "Hot my hot fucking pregnant son... you like being pregnant for me, Brade? Gonna give me those triplets and then let me knock you up again? Bring you home from the hospital and fuck you... Hot fucking son womb to impregnate... OH FUCK!"

I was firing off into Braden's throat and he was swallowing every drop.

I enjoyed the aftershocks and ran my fingers through Brade's bristly hair as he kissed and nursed at my dong while he stroked off a heavy cum of his own.

"Thank you, Dad," he hissed.

I knew I should be the one thanking him.

I felt happy and relaxed as Braden and I lay in bed to kiss and make out, me still naked from the wait down.

"We should probably look after the boys," Braden finally said with regret. I felt bad, since I knew the demands of parenthood and my time with Junior had kept us from having as much romance time as we used to.

I nodded. "I have a call to make first," I said. There was probably a gleam in my eye, because Braden's eyes were on me in expectation as I got up and walked to picked up my phone, my soft dad cock and balls swaying in heavy contentment. I dialed. "Hey Todd... I'm gonna take you up on those Fountain of Youth pills."

[chrystal-ink]

Shadvent calendar Day 8

Shadow x GN Reader

Snowman

Shadow sat in the living room watching you from the window as you stood in the front yard forming a plan in your head. "What on earth are they doing?" he thought to himself.

He watched you bend down and create a snowball. "they better not bring that in the house" his worries were soon proven to be baseless as you placed the snowball back on the ground and ... began rolling it around? what.

letting his curiosity get the better of him he put on his coat and made his way out to you.

you were off in your own little world there was a task at hand and you needed to complete it. you carefully rolled the snowball around, your smiling as it grew in size picking up more and more snow as you went.

You were chasing the nostalgic high remembering the days of your childhood when school would be called out and there was nothing to do but play in the white fluffy miracle that mother nature had left for you. you were so focused on your task that you didn't notice your partner coming up behind you.

"What are you doing?"

"Gah!" you jumped abandoning your snowball on the ground. "oh, hi." you laughed. "I'm just making a snowman."

"Why?"

"I was feeling nostalgic"

"you did this a lot as a child?"

"Of course, everyone who grew up in a snowy climate did, or at least tried to."

"is it hard?"

"Not really, except maybe when you're little, even then it's pretty easy, you just need someone who can lift heavy stuff. Wanna join?"

"I'm not interested in doing children's activities."

"Oh come on, it's not that bad, besides you've never done it before, why not try just this once, please."

"Fine, just this once."

you gave Shadow a smile as you instructed him on how to construct the middle. once all the pieces were complete and assembled you grabbed some rocks and made a little smiley face.

"There, ta da!"

"He's not done he needs a nose."

"Since when were you the expert on snowman construction"

"It's in every depiction of a snowman. if I'm building a snowman I'm going to do it right." he stated before walking back into the house presumably to grab a carrot.

You smiled at him as he walked away, choosing to make your new task finding some arms for the newest member of your family. unfortunately the only thing you could find were tiny twigs, shadow would most definitely disapprove of the little twigs for arms but you had a better idea.

Shadow came back out as you were finishing up the final details.

"Perfect you're back hand me the carrot."

Obeying he handed you the vegetable, you happily took it shoving it into the middle of the face.

"Done!" you declared.

Shadow came around to the front to see you placed twigs around the eyes giving the snowman a permanent scowl.

"he looks just like his father"

"He's a snowman he doesn't have a father"

"He needs a name"

"No he does not."

"I've got it! Shadow Jr. !"

"Absolutely not."

"It's perfect."

"You've been hanging out with Sonic too much."

You laughed Kissing his cheek.

"I'm just playing love."

"I know my dear" He said smiling at you pulling you into a hug "besides Y/N Jr. fits better."

you giggled "agreed."

The two of you made your way into the house holding hands leaving your snowman proudly displayed for the neighborhood to see.

[hocuspocusbabyy]

I’m sorry but just IMAGINE Eloise and Cressida as parents?!

Cressida would 100% be a full blown PTA mum, planning all the best events for her children’s school.

Eloise would inevitably be dragged along to help decorate and somehow end up agreeing the directing the school play - because she’s read the book a MILLION times! And “Couldn’t possibly let them butcher it.”

They’d have two daughters and a son. Aged, 5, 3 and 6 months. Lunet, Maeve and Benedict Jr.

Eloise would try sneaking treats that Cressida had baked for a fundraiser. Getting caught with frosting on her mouth, she swears blind to her wife she a no idea where it came from.

Cressida baking special cookies just for Eloise to eat! 😭

Eloise would read to the children every night, Cressida insisting she’s just there to tuck them in but ultimately sat across the bottom of the bed to listen too.

Cressida will often insist Eloise continues reading despite the fact the kids are already asleep, and they will have to reread that chapter again the next evening!

Uncle Benedict would love taking care of the children so their mothers may enjoy a walk or weekend alone 🥹 “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! Though I suppose that doesn’t leave a lot.”

Uncle Colin and Aunt Pen would already arrive with an array of wonderful gifts. Eloise has a shelf of trinkets, many from Cressida and her family. Stemming from rocks, sea shells and pressed flowers to tiny figurines and bottles of sand from Colin’s travels.

Eloise secretly adores that Cressida insists on hanging Benedict’s painting’s in their home.

Eloise will often return home to Cressida and Violet sharing tea in the garden - Violet cannot go more than a few days without visiting her grandchildren.

Aunt Daphne and Cressida would take great pride in buying the children the cutest shoes and outfits - much to Eloise’s dismay when she finds her youngest in a ‘hideous’ bonnet. “Well what has she got this monstrosity on her head for? Oh my sweet girl don’t worry mummy will protect you from the taffeta.”

Eloise often getting emotional when spending time alone with her wife and children, free of any distractions. Forgoing her book to simple watch Cressida and their toddler play in the grass with wooden blocks.

Cressida tired at the breakfast table a child on either knee, as Elouise and their eldest read the newspaper out loud. Gently kissing their temples and stirring her tea.

Eloise and Cressida often indulging in a sneaky cigarette together at the end of a long week. Hidden out on the balcony to their room - their children fast asleep in the next room. Often shushing one another when their giggling threatens to wake them.

Eloise nearly having a ‘heart attack’ seeing her child on a horse for the first time, insisting her wife is insane and she’d prefer both ‘her girls’ back on the ground.

Cressida being the good cop, Eloise bad cop in many matters. I truly believe Cressida would be the biggest softy towards their children.

Eloise helping the children with their school work, whilst Cressida knits across the room (Cressida is utterly no help academically.)

Violet often insisting on taking the children for the evening because her home is simply ‘too big’ and Cressida and Eloise are ‘still young’.

Cressida and Eloise often opting to enjoy their meals in the form of picnic. Packing up the children to spend the evening down by the river.

Cressida rolling up her sleeves and teaching the children to skim stones.

Eloise sat waiting to aid them all in drying off when they’re done. The baby resting upon her chest.

Eloise often scolding Cressida more than the children, her wife simply brushing her off with terms of endearment or a kiss.

Cressida taking birthdays very seriously, waking up early to decorate the house. They keep Violets birthday hat tradition well alive. Eloise made her one their first birthday spent together and she still has it. Violet cried when they did the same for her.

The entire family often visit for long weekends and dinners - Eloise and Cressida opted to live in the country where there is more privacy and space for them.

[randomfoggytiger]

"Well, I Know It's a Boy"

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Dedicated to @baronessblixen: some Maggie and William to celebrate your half-marathon. :D

[Ao3]

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Despite reasonable fear and anxiety, Margaret Scully’s husband was faithfully present for the birth of their children-- except Melissa's, who’d been born while her father’s boat was attacked by a squall. “But he came back as soon as he could,” she’d reassure her eldest daughter; and he’d seal that sentiment with a paternal kiss. 

William Jr. rapidly shadowed the stature of the Captain, admiring his father's rank and proudly shouldering his “man of the house” role during long deployments. Paradoxically, her son resented the natural “Junior” others adopted in place of his name-- bearing up under that indignity until his mother at last gave in to his demanded 'Bill'. “When I have a son, I won’t call him Junior, either,” he scoffed, scrunching his nose in animated disgust until Charles laughed and spit crumbs on them both. “There’s enough Williams as it is,” stated their father; and that was the end of the discussion.

Charlie followed his brother’s example for many years; and they and Dana-- the three of them mischief-makers to the bone-- branded their more feminine sister “Prissy Missy” until “Missy” inescapably stuck. Margaret was forced to take comfort in Dana’s dogged attachment to her Christian name, a solace that was slightly tarnished when she looked up one day and found her daughter had grown into a woman, eyes sharp and blue and tender and searching, with secrets clutched behind her back. 

“Mom, Dana has a boyfriend!” Charlie shouted mere weeks before Dana and Marcus were brought home in shame on the back of a pumper truck. Skirting around the kitchen table, he regaled her with gossip Melissa had passed on in tidbits, tantalizing and teasing until she'd tossed aside a rag and lent him her attention.

“Your sister calls you about Dana’s love life but won’t talk to me?” 

“She’s still on the line, Mom.” And he’d trailed behind, talking through a slice of pie while Melissa took up a cool, relaxed residency in her other ear. 

It was Melissa, too, who floated a sigh and half a prayer when Dana was lost amidst the academic world of medical residency. “She’s busy, Mom. You know how it was like when I was in school.”

“Neglecting her studies for boys?” 

“No,” her wanderer chuckled. “Dana’s infatuated with men.” 

Margaret dreamed about little Dana-- serious and pleading, discouraged and lost-- that night; called it mother’s intuition when her daughter transferred classes and joined the FBI. Dana, her father’s golden child, withdrawn and doubting that fractured Christmas; Dana, her mother’s strong one, tremulous and shaken after yet another Christmas snatched away the family's reconciliation.

In her excruciating sorrow, Mrs. Scully looked for her husband in her children’s faces; and from them to Charlie's sons. Four years later, the phantom pain of that confused loss reemerged as Bill placed his son momentously in her arms. Her eldest-- unlike the younger Scullys-- had kept his childhood ambitions, and declared his miniature a Matthew. Her chin rocked, hoping for a William; and he'd almost yielded, softly promising, “Maybe the next one, Mom." (She looked for him in Dana's daughter, too; but found the face of her own buried child, instead.)

Fate seemed to pull the Scully men to the West Coast and anchor the Scully women in the East; but Dana was not done producing surprises. A miraculous pregnancy and resurrected partner were admitted to with as much reluctance as cancer and infertility and an ailing daughter; and that announcement was topped off with a last-minute disappearance down South for the birth. The newly-minted grandmother was called when the newborn was already swaddled and welcomed, cursorily but warmly invited to meet up with the family on their return to D.C.

Margaret had barely enough time to prepare a decent homecoming, drive to the airport, and hang up the payphone on her eldest son-- who promised to call his brother with the news-- before rushing past the baggage claim to meet the arriving entourage. Dana, arms gathered around a sleeping bundle, rolled her eyes fondly at the zealously purchased plush blanket and slippers and baby balloons before quietly introducing Agent Reyes; and Fox, her wheelchair pilot, mumbled pleasantries and bent to whisper a promise before disappearing down the hall, the other agent following in his wake.

There was a wheelchair to return and a route home to drive and a few pills to take before Margaret could situate them in her daughter's bedroom and eagerly lean forward with anticipation. "And now let me see my grandson."

Apologetically, Dana shook her head. “I…. I can’t, Mom. Not yet.” As another apology, she held him out further, allowing her mother's fingers to ghost the fine, newborn skin of yet another Scully. As a third apology, she muttered, “I only let him go when I have to sleep.” 

“Dana, honey--.” Her daughter’s eyes glowed with awakened motherhood: alert, and loving; ferocious and all-consuming. Her daughter’s mouth tightened with rote habits: secrets tucked sacredly away in every corner. “Has Fox held him yet?” 

Fox was holding him when she dropped by the next day, mouth agape in pride as his child wriggled against his shoulder. He’d politely surrendered his charge over to her zealous hands, nodding gently towards the bedroom with a mouthed, "Resting."

“Come here, my William,” Margaret cooed, flexing the memory of her children and grandchildren in the solid weight of this new life. “Oh, my boy-- look at you.”

Her husband's namesake was a Scully: fine hair, blue eyes, delicate nose. But he was also a Mulder. The similarities she was searching for, Mrs. Scully decided, would melt with babyhood-- soon there would be a boy unrecognizable to the family visage in this William's stead. Dana would teach him to tie sailing knots and tell him her father's stories. Bill and Charlie would take him and their sons to the mountains to camp under their father's stars. "The dead," her daughter had murmured in the weeks after Fox's death, "will visit this child in dreams": she, too, Margaret knew, would look for the lost in her son's face; would hold him tighter and kiss him better in their memory; would do it all, again and again, for the children and grandchildren after.

“And life goes on,” Maggie whispered, kissing her grandson’s scalp.

Fox, his eyes an un-Scully hazel, held her gaze and nodded.

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Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging: @today-in-fic.

[theevilfishywizard]

Kiddads headcanons: (Lark and Sparrow)

Sparrow:

drinks red wine out of a coffee mug every morning.

Sometimes mixes in actual coffee with the wine (it's fucking disgusting and makes Lark gag)

Low-key kinda an alcoholic in the way that white upper-middle class suburban moms are

Still wears the friendship bracelet him and Lark made for each other as kids, along with a bunch of those beaded circle bracelets and the leather strappy ones.

Abso-fucking-LUTELY rockin' the 'Burks.

Still really likes art and painting but feels weirdly guilty about it so he only does it when everyone else is out of the house.

Has so many crystals it's a fire hazard. (Rocks rock!)

Keeps them right next to the Incense too.

Eats reeses peanut butter cups when he's really drunk and cries about how guilty he is cause they're not vegan as he is actively shoving them in his mouth. He never remembers this in the morning.

Actually, weirdly does not like weed. It makes him paranoid and he starts acting like Lark.

Took shrooms once as was convinced he had prophetic doodler dreams where he saw the end of the world.

He was convinced because it's true. That's literally exactly what happened.

Before he lost his love wolf powers, he got drunk and wandered around in wolf form until he got caught by the pound and Lark had to pay 30 bucks to get him back.

He read homestuck as a kid and LOVED jade but he grew up and ended up more like roses mom.

Both him and Lark watched gravity falls as kids and routinely argued over which twin they were.

Hero once told sparrow that his ponytail made him look like a dead anime mom and it mentally fucked him up for 2 day before he cut his hair down to his shoulders "just incase"

Sparrow doesn't have a favorite. he loves both his children equally. (its hero)

Sparrow believes in his heart that he's a bad father and thinks that Lark would do a better job than him (despite evidence to the contrary)

When Sparrow started doing yoga, both Lark and Henry had a heart attack cause he would do EXACTLY what barry did and start just yoga-ing mid-conversation.

Sparrow is still afraid of snakes.

Sparrow still has dreams about when Lark died in Oakvale, and it scares the shit out of him. Because of that moment, Sparrow is so afraid of Lark dying alone on a mission that it has gotten them into screaming matches because Lark refuses to stop going off on his own.

Sparrows favorite TV show actually IS the sunrise because it's been so long since he's seen it. He paints it a lot.

Sparrows second favorite TV show is gossip girl.

Sparrow thinks Harry Potter is stupid cause real spells are nothing like the Harry Potter ones.... but like.... he also owns a hufflepuff sweater.

If sparrow paints when he's blackout drunk he always ALWAYS paints the doodler. He burns the paintings cause they give him nightmares.

Sparrow feels like he, personally, is the reason the doodler was released. Because his drawing is what started the whole mess.

However, he feels like Henry is responsible for what Lark did.

Sparrow participated in heros training but he wasn't the main source of it. And he's the one who made Lark cut it off.

Sparrow has no idea if either of his kids are actually his. He asked both Rebecca and Lark if the timing lined up and they both just grimaced.

He played barbies with his kids when they were little and considered going to AA meetings after hero made the dad barbie get drunk at 3pm and fall asleep on the couch crying.

Sparrow has seen ALLLL the barbie movies #dadofadaughterthings

His favorite is Princess and the Pauper.

Sparrow was the one who set the school on fire. After he became a love wolf, he wrote a letter of "apology" to the school suggesting they make their classrooms less flammable.

Sparrows favorite kiddad (aside from lark) was Terry Jr. But he wasn't really all that close with him. it's like when you just observe someone from the outside and get invested. They still hung out tho. But both Lark and Sparrow are personally closest with Grant.

Sparrow is more afraid of Lark dying than he is of himself dying.

Lark:

For the longest time, Lark had pretty short hair, especially in comparison to sparrow who grows his out. But after code purple Lark stopped really caring about cutting it.

Lark bitched about normal never washing his mascot costume but Larks bomber jacket hasn't been washed since before normal's birth.

He smells like cigarette smoke all the time.

Lark drinks black coffee like normal people drink water. he drinks it hot when he can, but he also drinks it cold out of a fucking flask like a psychopath.

His ass never sleeps, or when he does its like 4 hours a night. he's constantly running on 14 cups of coffee and a prayer.

like and share if both you and your twin have ADDICTION ISSUES.

speaking of addictive shit, lark does not drink. he's too fuckin on edge to allow himself to be in a vulnerable position. especially since he has to willingly put his mind at the mercy of the doodler shit.

he did, however, smoke weed a lot with nick as teenagers.

Lark didn't get that moment of being absoultely alone in the world like sparrow did when he watched lark die, so lark literally just doesn't comprehend how much it would effect other people if he died. so he's an insensitive asshole about it.

He cares if he dies, but only in the sense that he feels he's the most capable of the kiddads of fighting the doodler and keeping everyone alive, and dying would inconvenience that.

He got arrested for trying to sneak a gun into hero's 1st grade classroom, quote, "in case of emergencies. its fine. she knows how to use it." unquote.

shockingly, this arguments was not taken well by the police.

Lark lives with sparrow because both of them are a fucking wreck without each other and they need that other half to stabilize them.

Lark knows a shit ton about the rocks on old earth from henry and he HATES that its legitimately helpful knowledge on the plane where its really easy to loose your mind and forget where you are and knowing the geology of the terrain really helps navigation.

He wore his glasses one time. for his drivers test. and has never worn them since.

He's is a really really good driver. he doesn't follow any of the traffic laws, but he's never gotten pulled over, and he'll get you places 3 hours early. He knows how to parallel park too its insane.

during one of the "camping trips" with hero, Lark pretended to be a bear to "keep her on her toes" and got shot in the shoulder.

His ass has like three prepper bunkers.

Lark is no longer afraid of snakes. (lie)

he's not a vegan anymore, and he'd never admit it, but Lark actually still prefers a lot of the "vegan substitute meats" that he ate as a kid.

Larks hair is curlier than sparrows because sparrow brushes his and makes it fluffy rather than curly, but Lark hasn't brushed his hair a day in his life.

Lark definitely has a favorite. its hero.

Larks least favorite of Normal's spouses is Lincoln (he slapped him that one time)

When he was alive, Lark and Terry Jr. had that awkward relationship of like "our friends are friends, but I don't really like you"

The main reason Lark grew out his beard, doesn't wear glasses, is all in an effort to not look like Henry. It mostly works until it doesn't.

Sparrow doesn't make that effort to avoid looking like their dad, and sometimes, he looks just like Henry. Especially when he's being kind and fatherly to hero and normal. Lark feels really bittersweet about it.

Lark knows that the doodler is his fault.

Sparrow has walked in on Lark trying to wrap up actively bleeding wounds in the bathroom in the middle of the night so many fucking times they have a jar for it now.

This is extra annoying to sparrow because sparrow HAS HEALING SPELLS. there is NO REASON for Lark to be actively staining the carpets with blood on his tromp through the house.

Lark is the main one who was training hero, the training was much much more brutal when sparrow wasn't there.

He's deffo the one who made her kill a deer with her bare hands.

Lark got the idea from batman to make contingency plans for if any of his friends turn on him. They're all 10 pages long. Sparrow found his and Lark had to make a whole new plan cause now that one was compromised.

Lark was bribed into playing barbies with the kids and then got yelled at by sparrow when he made his barbie kill all the other barbies.

Grant got prescribed anxiety meds, and Lark made a huge deal about them dulling your senses and instincts so he doesn't take them.

Lark should be on anxiety meds.

[deafeninggalaxycandy]

✨️FIRKLE SMITH HEADCANONS✨️

trigger warning: mentions of death, attempted (child) murder, child abuse/neglect underage smoking, post-partum, just so much shit don't read this

• George Silas Smith Jr.

• They/Them (Non-binary)

• Born on January 3rd, 2010

• 5'4"

• Aroace

• Firkle's mother was a free-spirited young woman from Germany who decided to travel across America and then eventually other countries. She stayed in Colorado for a few days and met Firkle's father. They fell in love and eventually got married. About a year after that, she got pregnant. Unfortunately, her husband contracted severe pneumonia, and in her 7th month (and final) of pregnancy, he died. Before he passed, he begged her not to have an abortion in case he didn't make it, but she became incredibly depressed at his death and Firkle's following premature birth.

• Her depression caused her to be incredibly neglectful to Firkle and hardly even care about them. She had really bad postpartum and resented being stuck with them. She also partly believed Firkle was somehow responsible for her husband dying since they were born almost immediately after he died. In one instance, she nearly killed them when they were heavily crying as a toddler. She stopped herself and just left them alone in the house until they just got tired of crying.

• Firkle was named after their dad, but their mom couldn’t bring herself to say that name again. "Firkle" is a German word for "piglet." Firkle was underweight and pretty small like a piglet, and the woman had a particular fondness for pigs. She just decided to use that as their nickname. It was easier to say than George. The name of her departed beloved.

• So yeah, like I said, Firkle grew up neglected and ignored. They never loved or hated their mother. They just didn’t feel a maternal bond to her at all. She did all the basic things needed to keep a child surviving, but other than that, she just ignored them. She was just there. Because of this, Firkle was really sad and lonely until they met the Goths and, as a result, clung to them immediately after they showed the kid acceptance.

• In her grief, Firkle's mom did develop a Gothic sense of fashion, which Firkle followed after. Their mother didn’t listen to the music, so Firkle didn’t become an official goth until they met the others, and they got them into the music.

• Firkle was friends with Pete first. He found the kid wandering the streets after their mother "forgot" to pick them up from their first day of kindergarten. Pete was already friends with Henrietta and Michael and introduced them into the group. Firkle was already pretty quiet by nature, so they didn’t talk to the others beyond simple introductions. But they provided cigarettes stolen from their mother and showed an early acceptance in the ideas of pain, death, and macabre, so they let them into the circle.

• Since they were still 5 and their mom was so incredibly neglectful, Firkle was basically a sponge ready to absorb any information. Pete, as a child, had really bad anger issues and, as a result, developed an interest in gore and acted as a mentor to Firkle. He told them all kinds of crazy shit about life no child should be knowing about and encouraged the kid to channel their hurt and anger from their shitty life into thoughts of violence. The two often bonded over watching WPD videos, body horror, and discussing gruesome ideas to kill those who've hurt them.

• This got worse when Firkle started getting bullied for being goth in school. Firkle and Pete were always entertaining thoughts of murder and one day near the start of 1st grade they tried to act on it by stealing their mom's knife, and attempting to stab a classmate who used throw rocks at them. At first, Pete was onboard with this until his common sense returned and realized this kid who he had just started to consider, like a little brother, could possibly go to prison. So he called the others for help, and they all got Firkle to calm down.

• Since then, they haven't attempted murder again. They just threaten it to everyone, but they won't really stab someone. Unless they get permission from one of the Goths or their friends, then all bets are off.

• They see Henrietta and Michael as parents and Pete as an older brother. Michael is the rational one who keeps everyone in check and the main protector from bullies. Henrietta, as much of a bitch she is, has a much softer spot for her friends, mainly Firkle and is the only one who treats them the closest like a child. She actually recognizes and empathizes their need for a mother, since she wishes she had a good relationship with hers, acts as such. Pete is their chaotic ride-or-die older brother who kind of bullies them for fun but spends the most time with them and is the closest emotionally.

• Listens to Coffin Moth, Paralysed Age, This Cold Night and Void Vision (underground goth bands). They mostly like darkwave.

• Learned how to braid from Henrietta and braids Tricia's hair for school (they have the gentlest hands out of the group)

• Obsessed with knives and has a big collection of them in their top drawer.

• Carries around at least two switchblades at all times.

• Their hair is naturally blonde but they permanently dyed it to black.

• Firkle acts the most stereotypical goth of the four. The others eventually matured out of that but Firkle is the only one stuck completely with the mopey goth attitude and style of dress. They actually refuse to wear colors or show any genuine happiness. The most they’ll do is slightly smile when Karen gives them a hug or quietly laugh when Pete is beating the crap out of Mike Makowski.

• Firkle is the general soundboard for everyone's problems because they're so quiet and don't actually care enough to complain or know how to give genuine advice. They just patiently listen to whoever's talking to them and hand them a pack of cigarettes in an attempt to make them calm. 9 times out of 10, it works.

• Remember the whole thing where their mom tries to kill them for crying too much? Yeah that wasn’t the last time. Their mom has attempted to murder them a lot of times. Mostly by suffocation, a couple times they tried to drown them. These almost always take place while Firkle is sleeping, which is why they hardly ever sleep. People think their eyes are sunken and black from makeup, when in actuality Firkle is just that damn scared and sleep-deprived, they look like a zombie.

• Their pale skin is more of the same case, it's not even make-up, they just don’t like the sun and as a child was kept in darkness mostly. They're also so small from their mom just constantly leaving them alone, hardly feeding them, and usually not feeding them anything nutritious.

• Firkle's first healthy home-cooked meal was from Sheila Broflovski when Ike had a sleepover and has since then been eating at her house every night. Their weight has been coming back in a bit as a result, and they're pretty happy about this since they're no longer severely underweight.

• Enjoys hanging out with Tricia because she's always talking shit about someone, or the two are running around destroying something. Tricia made bottles of pink and black spray paint for her and Firkle, and they skipped the class to go smoke cigarettes and spray paint the walls. They're also the main protecters of Karen and usually get together to make some elaborate plot to beat the shit out of her bullies.

• Feels a bit indifferent towards Ike but he's a good person and lets them eat at his house so they're on good terms. Plus they find the things he rants about pretty funny.

• Writes incredibly depressing, gory, and tragic ending screenplays and poetry. They're excellent writers, and its their main outlet of their pain. As I previously mentioned in my Tweek Headcanons, he, Kelly, and Firkle are an acting nerd trio. Firkle's classmates and teachers were mostly disturbed by their plays, but once they shared it with the older kids, they all either cried, applauded, or both. Tweek especially loves them because they're so raw and emotional, and acting them out requires a lot of practice.

• Enjoys Gothic children's movies like Corpse Bride and the Nightmare Before Christmas. They're a big Tim Burton fan.

• Biggest Vamp Kid hater and hates anything to do with vampires. Karen's interest in Twilight is revolting to them. Its more to do with Mike Makowski because they genuinely find him the most insufferable since he's always talking about trying to turn into a vampire and talks about it the most to Firkle since they're the quietest. However, Firkle usually just walks away from him.

YALL IM SO SORRY-

I promised this like a month ago I've been so busy wtf-

I made Firkle the most tragic goth because why not.

I just think for a 5 year old to be that disturbed they'd have to have a REALLY fucked up backstory so I went all the way with it.

I cannot for the life of me understand why Matt and Trey named them "Firkle." It means piglet. And most people don't know it means piglet since it's German.

ANYWAYSSSS hope you guys like it!!

The rest of the Goths are actually coming last (sorry!!)

After this, I'm getting started on the older siblings (Shelly, Scott Tenorman and Kevin)

Stay safe, drink water, love you guys byeeeeeeeee!!!

[shewhoworshipscarlin]

Anderson Bonner

Prominent Texas landowner and businessman Anderson Bonner was born enslaved in Alabama around 1839. Not much is known about his younger years. Family history states that Bonner was given as a wedding present to the daughter of his former master, who moved him from Alabama to Arkansas. Anderson may have been “refugeed” in Texas during the Civil War when nearly 100,000 enslaved people from neighboring states were forcibly brought there by slaveholders to avoid the Union Army freeing them as it gradually occupied more of the Confederacy. If Bonner was in Texas by 1865, he—like other Lone Star state enslaved people—gained his freedom when Union General Gordon Granger and Union Troops under his command arrived in Galveston on June 19, 1865 and pronounced the end of slavery. That announcement became the basis for the Juneteenth holiday.

Sometime in 1865 Bonner married a woman known only as Eliza. Over time the couple had ten children, Anderson Jr, Newton, William, Ed, John, Andy, Mary, Martha, Charlie and Nash. Bonner arrived in Dallas, Texas, around 1870 with his brother Louis, and sister Caroline and they worked on a farm in the White Rock Creek area. Bonner by this time had acquired modest wealth. The 1870 Census lists his financial worth at $275 or approximately $5,456 in 2020 dollars. On August 10, 1874 Bonner purchased sixty acres of land, signing the deed with an “X”, as he never learned to read or write. He soon began leasing his land and the houses on it to cotton growing sharecroppers. With the money he earned, he bought more land. Bonner eventually amassed over two thousand acres of land in what is now North Dallas and the Dallas suburb of Richardson. The Medical City Dallas Hospital now sits on what was once the Bonner farm and the North Central Expressway divides Bonner’s original property.

Census records in 1900 reveal that six of the ten Bonner children still lived on the Bonner farm. Cotton, corn, and fruits were grown on the family farm worked mostly by Bonner, his children, and sharecroppers. Bonner’s sister, Caroline married into the Fields family, and one of her children married into the Giddings family, both prominent African American families of Dallas in the late 19th Century. In 1903, Eliza was killed in a oil lamp explosion in the family home. Sixty-four-year-old Bonner then married a woman named Lucinda, but the couple had no children.

Anderson Bonner passed away at the age of 82 in 1920. He was buried in White Rock Colored Union Cemetery (now White Rock Garden of Memories Cemetery), in Addison county. His descendants established the Anderson Bonner Endowment Scholarship that helps support Richardson Public School students who attend Prairie View A&M University. The first public school for black children in the North Dallas, the Vickery and Hillcrest school was renamed the Anderson Bonner School before its closing in 1955. The city of Dallas officially named the park west of Medical City Hospital, Anderson Bonner Park in 1976. The park consists of 44.1 acres of Bonner’s original land.

[pinksatinpanties]

girl dad Dean headcanons ₊˚⊹ᰔ

❥ Dean doesn’t let you lift anything - at all, nothing heavier than a baby bottle - for at least six weeks after you give birth. “doctor’s orders,” he says. he’s convinced that lifting the heavy diaper bag or car seat will cause your “intestines to spill outta your butt”. you tell him you don’t want to have to bug him to lift every little thing on your behalf and he insists that lifting everything for you is what he’s here for

❥ he hums Metallica to get “baby girl” to stop crying when she’s colic-y or teething

❥ while you were still pregnant, he read that skin-to-skin contact is an important part of bonding with your baby. when she gets here, he’s always shirtless with your baby clutched to his chest, one hand always supporting her little neck. the sight makes you want to give him a second baby as soon as possible

❥ he reads to your baby every night for development purposes. at first, he read children’s book titles like ‘Goodnight Moon’, but soon after her first birthday, he declares "she’s ready for real literature" and the next night, you find him swaying back and forth in the rocking chair with your daughter in his lap as he reads aloud ‘Slaughterhouse Five’ by Vonnegut. you considered stopping him but your baby girl looked completely engrossed in the story, so you let them both be

❥ every Friday night since she was born, Dean insists you all have family movie night in the living room on the couch. they’re all classic popular movies that you both have seen multiple times before, but he insists movies are a crucial part of a child’s development: “she’s gotta catch up, what kinda parents would we be if we didn’t show her 'Star Wars’?” he props up your baby girl with pillows in the middle of the couch between the two of you and assures her that she can eat popcorn with you two when she’s older. for now, she gets a bottle (and baby wheat puff snacks after her teeth come in) while he whispers fun behind-the-scenes facts and explains crucial plot points as they come up on the screen

❥ after his paternity leave ends, he comes home from work every day saying “how’s my girls?” and immediately takes over baby duty so you can have a nap and/or self-care time

❥ your daughter’s first word is “dada” and Dean is so happy about it that he has to run a victory lap around the house

❥ after dropping her off for her first day of pre-k, Dean doesn’t drive home right away, but instead plays ‘Slipping Through My Fingers’ by ABBA over the Impala radio in the parking lot. at first, he looks pissed - brow furrowed, leaning back in the driver’s seat with his arms crossed over his chest, but soon he’s sobbing into your shoulder as you rub his back. you assure him ‘she’s just going to school for a few hours, baby, we’ll be picking her up before you know it’ but he protests that ‘she used to be this big’ as he recreates the football carry from when she was still an infant and then he’s inconsolable for another 4 minutes

❥ she loves to bring home her art projects to show you and Dean (but mostly Dean). at pick up, she runs as fast as she can with her little legs to the Impala with her drawing flailing in the wind. “look, daddy!” she surrenders the art work to Dean. “wow, baby girl, this is awesome” he says as he scans the paper in his hand. she jumps to his side to point to the picture. “that’s mommy and daddy and me and Uncle Sammy!” Dean immediately whips out his phone to snap a picture to send to Sam. the text reads 'your niece is freakin’ Van Gogh Jr over here.' Sam's reply reads 'tell her I said thanks for making me taller than you and make sure she keeps her ears'

❥ Dean gets your daughter a pink Italian Milano stiletto switchblade for her 6th birthday without checking in with you first and he’s genuinely surprised that you’re upset about it. you remind him that she’s only six years old and he tells you "I was shooting bottles off of fences when I was six" and "how else is she supposed to protect herself when I'm not around?" the two of you came to a compromise: she could have the knife for her 13th birthday but she wouldn’t be allowed to take it with her on school property

I could go on, but I think this is a good start so I'll leave it here for now

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[talesfromawannabewriter]

Adam apple High school AU

. Disclosure on a couple of things, this is omegaverse and most of the cast is 18 and older, including our main couple, and yes everyone is human in this AU

. When Adam Mann was 13, he thought life was perfect he had the most beautiful alpha girlfriend, had amazing parents, was captain of the omega’s soccer team, was incredibly beloved and popular at Eden middle school, yes he thought life was perfect

.until he caught his girlfriend making out with another Alpha

. and that was her way of saying I’ve met someone else, we’re done

. After that he became a bit of a hermit, and just shielded in on himself, so he’d never make the same mistake of giving someone his heart only to have it ripped up again

. and it didn’t help the rumors that went around saying that the reason the couple broke up was because Adam was too clingy and possessive of his former girlfriend, and slightly homophobic over her liking other Alpha's

. but the absolute worst part was seeing his ex Lilith and her new boy toy Luci being lovey dovey with each other everywhere he goes, and not just in school

. and it went like that the rest of eighth grade

. then Adam was sent to Divine Cross Academy by his parents to live with his Aunt Sera in Vermont because his parents saw how miserable he was in Florida at school so he’s sent there

. and life gets better for him

. not instantly of course but over time he doesn’t hold himself back from people, especially when he meets his BFF Lute (an alpha)

. though it did take him awhile to warm up and eventually fully trust her, she helped get him out of his shell and got him to actually enjoy life again, as sad as that sounds

. he manages to become popular again, not THE most popular but still pretty popular, he’s the JR. assistant coach to Lute’s Lacrosse team, started a teen rock band with Lute, called The Exorcists, he’s the lead vocalist and plays the electric guitar which was a gift from him on his birthday, sort of more like his Aunt gave him enough birthday money to buy it but still, all in all he’s pretty well liked at his school for being sweet but badass, sometimes can be a little selfish but people still love him

. it also helps that he’s at the top ten hottest omegas of his school, since A he’s a male omega and that’s rare enough in the states as it is, and B he’s super curvy, helps when your school can afford for lunch perfectly seasoned prime ribs and an ice cream machine with RAINBOW sprinkles

. During his stay with his Aunt Sera he got to become closer with his baby cousin Emily, who sees him as a big brother since he’s been with them ever since she was three

. he’s not that close with his Aunt Sera because she’s a bit of a traditionalist control freak to him, and she thinks he’s too cut loose for an omega

. but he still, somewhat, respects her and her house

. because she’s a devout Christian and was forced to attend church every Sunday he was eventually swayed into the religion and became a Christian as well, not super Bible thumping just someone who believes Christ is their savior

. yes life was pretty great for him, that was until HE transferred

[athousandgateaux]

I spend a lot of time seeking out and listening to queer music and artists, so I thought I'd share a list of some of my favourite artists* in case anyone's interested and doesn't know where to start.

*disclaimer: these are just some of the artists I like, not an exhaustive list of queer musicians. If you want to add suggestions, that would be awesome. I tried to group artists by genre, but many of them cross genres or are difficult to classify in that way.

Anyway, list is under the cut!

punk/metal/hardcore/post-punk

-Dog Park Dissidents

-She/Her/Hers

-Priests

-DITZ

-Crack Cloud

-Limp Wrist

-Queen Zee

-Danny Denial

-G.L.O.S.S.

-Slouch

-Tribe8

-Fit For Rivals

-Nervus

-Tacocat

-The Total Bettys

-Dyke Drama

-Pansy Division

-Art Project

-Trash Boat

-Against Me!

-Sloppy Jane

-Queen Zee

-The Degenerettes

-Size of Sadness

-Seth Bogart

-The Spook School

-Dream Nails

-Gina Young

-Mhaol

-Artio

-Arcadia Grey

-thotcrime

-VIAL

pop/hyperpop

-Rina Sawayama

-Kim Petras

-girli

-Regina Gently

-MUNA

-Janelle Monae

-George Michael

-Divine

-Noah Davis

-Sir Babygirl

-Myylo

-The Communards

-I Blame Coco

-MNEK

-Haley Kiyoko

-Boy Jr.

-Sofya Wang

-Allie X

-COBRAH

-Tayla Parx

-SOPHIE

-Hikaru Utada

-Alice Longyu Gao

indie rock / alt-pop / art pop

-Perfume Genius

-Model Child

-Shamir

-Lynks

-ZEE MACHINE

-Cry Club

-The Magnetic Fields

-Patrick Wolf

-Owen Pallett

-Black Belt Eagle Scout

-Moses Sumney

-Yves Tumor

-Anna Calvi

-Ah-Mer-Ah-Su

-Xiu Xiu

-Black Dresses

-NoSo

-Rostam

-Left at London

-Sneakyseabear

-Rosie Tucker

-MEN (JD Samson)

-Le Tigre

-Lord Troy

-Hunx & His Punx

-Arthur Russel

-Cris Derksen

-Ezra Furman

-Rhumba Club

-Arca

-Dizzy Fae

-The Spook School

-Jeremy Dutcher

-corook

-Saucy Santana

-Lilac Boy

-Knife Girl

-Mega Mango

-serpentwithfeet

-Bree Runway

-The Irrepressibles

-Becca Mancari

-MAN ON MAN

-Jayne County

-Gentleman Reg

-Tom Robinson Band

rap/hip-hop

-Chris Conde

-Kalifa (Le1f)

-Quay Dash

-Young M.A.

-Backxwash

-Mykki Blanco

-Ocean Kelly

-Cakes da Killa

-Ddm

-Big Dipper

-Cartel Madras

-Angel Haze

-Deep Dickollective

-Saucy Santana

-Big Daddy Karsten

-Ayesha Erotica

-CHIKA

-Tayla Parx

-Doechii

-DAMAG3

-Fly Young Red

r&b/soul/funk/disco

-Remi Wolf

-Arlo Parks

-Syd

-Shea Diamond

-Meshell Ndegeocello

-Dua Selah

-Jackie Shane

-Sylvester

-Bronski Beat

-SuperKnova

-be steadwell

-Orion Sun

-Labi Siffre

country/folk/blues

-Sufjan Stevens

-Mary Gauthier

-Trixie Mattel

-Lavender Country

-Lord Troy

-Beth Elliot

-Paisley Fields

-Onsind

-Holly Miranda

-Rae Spoon

-Grace Petrie

-Orville Peck

-Villagers

-Lucille Bogan

-Ma Rainey

-Kokomo Arnold

-Peg Leg Howell

house/electronica

-Quanah Style

-Divoli S'vere

-Boy Pussy

-Fritz Helder

-Mx Blouse

-Chippy Nonstop

-Gendered Destruktion

-dj genderfluid

-Electric Fields

-Urias

-vivivivivi

[verdemoun]

Sooooo. After the NOT CANON ask about Sean dying early I would like to know if Albert Mason and Hamish were non canon asks (which I would understand since they are not gang members and stuff)

If not how would Albert and Hamish interact with the kids (Jack, Issac, Maeve, and Abigail Jr./Addie)

Also please please please tell me the wheel is NOT canon (at least past Davey and Dutch please)

Also what would Addie and Maeve do on a play date/how do they interact with each other :> (woohoo long ask!)

If i ever get around to writing a proper timewarp fic albert and hamish would not be canon but I do love imagining their interactions with the rest of the gang because they are such good characters.

albert is slightly terrified of maeve and addie and rightfully so i will elaborate later. isaac and jack have the same 'oh no he's a weenie with no survival instincts' response as their fathers did to albert mason. isaac regularly sends him photos of cool animals/bugs he finds on his camping trips with his dads

hamish is isaac's proxy grandfather alongside hosea. hamish is also one of the only ones who can keep up with the girls' antics and will take the little firecrackers fishing with him because they very much enjoy it

the wheel is not canon!! i am not that evil but very tempted to keep davey's death just to maximise angst for mac. bessie, hosea and micah's deaths are the only ones that i have definitely got mapped in my mind and even then haven't decided when to kill micah i am softening to the rat bastard man

addie and maeve are a nightmare in the best ways. them meeting for the first time was just immediate 'do you want to form. an alliance. with me' 'absolutely i do' 'good, good'. maeve is a feral animal and addie had that 1900s farm girl upbringing for the first few years of her short life so they are both the opposite of ladies

addie is much more a mini john personality-wise than young jack, meanwhile maeve has Macguire power. they are almost the exact same age so they are in daycare and school together their entire modern lives at everyone else's expense

take your eyes off them for a second and both are covered head to foot in dirt twigs leaves and mud

they love playing house together but neither one wants to be the woman so they're dads and dads stealing jenny's most expensive make-up to draw moustaches and beards on one another

kids suggesting they play cops and robbers leading to addie and maeve both standing on the roof of the playground throwing rocks using homemade slingshots screaming die pinkerton scum

john timewarping a year after addie having no idea why everyone is so quick to make an excuse why they can't play tea party when the girls are walking around like little angels holding hands asking for someone to play with them. agrees because he is trying to be the best damn father ever, only to be presented his 'dinner' and have to ask 'girls where did you find a dead squirrel'

[whenreadingiscool]

Stardew Valley Sims 4 Generations Challenge

Original challenge by @chellplays, some revisions by @lybeuh

This is a twelve-generation challenge for all of the marriage candidates from concernedape’s Stardew Valley. This challenge is completely base game compatible with optional challenges for dlc. (Updated to at least High School Years EP)

Usual rules apply, meaning no cheats that give you an unfair advantage. Your sims do not have to look or be named after the characters in each generation. Do whatever you like!

Generation 1: Abigail

    You were raised with humble upbringings. Your dad ran a general store, while your mom was best at complaining about your “alternative lifestyle.” You left home looking to start a life free of rules and parents, and with 20 000 simoleons in your pocket, you settled down in a new city.

Traits: music lover, loves outdoors, geek (alternatively, cats & dogs dlc: cat lover; snowy escape dlc: adventurous).

Aspiration: the curator.

Career: entertainer (musician branch) or tech guru (esport gamer branch).

Goals:

Have one “quirky” trait, appearance-wise (e.g., Unnatural hair color).

Obtain at least five points in the videogame skill.

max out the rock-climbing skill.

reach at least level 5 in any musical instrument.

Complete the frog collection.

Snowy Escape dlc: climb the top of the mountain in Mt. Komorebi

Have two best friends and marry one of them.

Befriend a ghost. Alternatively, with the vampires dlc, befriend a vampire.

Cats & dogs dlc: own a cat named David Jr., my first pet stuff dlc: have a rat, hamster, etc. named David.

Have at least two children.

Generation 2: Emily 

    You’re just working at the bar to make ends meet… but your real passion is tailoring. You make your clothes from scratch.

Traits: cheerful, music lover, good (alternatively, get together dlc: dance machine; city living dlc: vegetarian).

Aspiration: freelance botanist.

Career: culinary (mixologist branch) or barista.

Must live in the same house as your sibling.

Make a best friend with a sim who lives in another city/world.

Nifty Knitting dlc: max out the knitting skill.

Nifty Knitting dlc: complete the knitted clothes collection.

Grow your own garden. You like your meals organic.

Decorate your house with clothing racks. You love fashion.

Complete the elements or crystal collection.

Develop max affinity with another sim in both the green and pink bars, have two or more children with them, then “ask just to be friends.” 

Never marry.

Generation 3: Sam

    You are an outgoing, friendly sim who is brimming with youthful energy. You play guitar and drums and want to start a band as soon as you have enough songs together. However, you do have a habit of starting ambitious projects and not finishing them.

Traits: music lover, outgoing, ambitious.

Aspiration: musical genius.

Career: entertainer (musician branch).

Must not be the youngest child. Live with your younger sibling(s) until they are old enough to move out and have a good relationship with them.

Have a strained relationship with your father (if not applicable, with any one parent).

Have a job as a part-time retail employee as a teen.

Max out the guitar skill.

Obtain at least five points in the videogame skill.

Reach the job of the entertainer career.

Become best friends with two other entertainers.

Be married twice and have one child with each spouse.

Generation 4: Sebastian

    You are a rebellious loner who lives in your parents’ basement. You tend to get deeply absorbed in computer games, comic books, and sci-fi novels, and will sometimes spend great lengths of time pursuing these hobbies alone in your room. You can be a bit unfriendly to people you don’t know.

Traits: loner, geek, bookworm (alternatively, high school years dlc: socially awkward).

Aspiration: computer whiz.

Career: tech guru (either branch) or freelance programmer.

Have a negative relationship with your half-sibling and stepparent.

Live in the basement of your parents’ house.

Reach at least level 5 of the videogaming skill.

Reach at least level 5 of the piano skill.

Reach at least level 5 of your career before marriage.

Reach the top of your career.

Only have one child, with whom you have a strained relationship.

Eventually let your relationship with your spouse deteriorate and subsequently get a divorce. 

Generation 5: Penny

    You live with your mom in a little trailer. While your mom is out carousing at the bar, you quietly tend to your chores in the dim, stuffy room you are forced to call home. You are shy and modest, without any grand ambitions for life other than settling in and starting a family. You like to cook (although your skills are questionable) and read books from the local library.

Traits: family-oriented, bookworm, neat.

Aspiration: big happy family (alternatively, parenthood dlc: super parent).

Career: none.

Live with your mother (if not applicable, any one parent), with whom you have a negative relationship.

Both you and your parent may not have jobs.

You must cook for your parent and clean the house every day.

Live in a trailer-esque house. You are by no means wealthy.

Reach at least level 5 of the cooking skill.

Marry the first person you fall in love with.

Your spouse is the only one who may bring in any income, while you are a stay-at-home parent. Earning money from writing, etc. is optional.

Own a luxury pool at some point in your life.

Generation 6: Harvey

    You’re a little old for a bachelor, but you have a kind heart and a respected position in the community. You live in a small apartment but spend most of your time working. There’s a sense of sadness about you.

Traits: genius, foodie, good (alternative, get together dlc: dance machine).

Aspiration: successful lineage.

Career: astronaut (space ranger track) or get to work dlc: doctor.

Never date throughout your teens or young adulthood. Focus on your career instead. Get married only as an adult.

Reach the top level of your career.

Own a coffee machine. Drink coffee as much as possible.

Go jogging at least three times a week.

Set up a reading garden in your backyard.

City living dlc: live in an apartment.

Seasons dlc: be a scout.

Have at least two children. Having spent most of your life single, you want to have a comfortably sized family asap. 

Generation 7: Haley

    Being wealthy and popular throughout high school has made you a little conceited and self-centered. You tend to judge people for superficial reasons. But is it too late for you to discover a deeper meaning to life? Is there a fun, open-minded young person hidden within that shell?

Traits: materialistic, snob, outgoing (alternatively, high school years dlc: self-absorbed).

Aspiration: fabulously wealthy (alternatively, city living dlc: city native).

Career: none until after you’re married.

Become enemies with your sibling(s) as a teenager.

Max out the photography skill.

You may only get a career after you are married, and you must follow the same career path as your spouse. They opened your mind and inspired you to have interests beyond shopping.

Earn at least three points in charisma, so you may donate to online charities after you are married.

Bake a cake for every birthday that comes around.

Grow a flower garden.

Become friends with your sibling(s) again after you are married.

High School Years dlc: be a cheerleader as a teen.

Generation 8: Elliot

   You live alone in a cabin. You are a writer who dreams of one day writing a magnificent novel. You are a sentimental “romantic” with a tendency to go off onto flowery, poetic tangents. When you can afford it, you enjoy a strong beverage at the bar.

Traits: romantic, bookworm, loner.

Aspiration: bestselling author.

Career: writer (author branch).

Live in a cabin-esque house.

Reach the top level of your career.

Max the writing skill.

Reach at least level 5 in the piano skill.

Reach at least level 5 of the cooking skill.

Own a small garden.

Specialize in romance books and poetry. Later, you may also specialize in sci fi or mystery novels.

Write love emails to your love interest at least once a week.

Go to a bar at least once a week.

Generation 9: Leah

    You love to spend time outside, foraging for a wild meal or simply enjoying the gifts of the season. You’re a talented artist with a large portfolio of work… yet you’re too nervous to display it to the public.

Traits: art lover, loves outdoors, foodie.

Aspiration: painter extraordinaire.

Career: none (painter later on).

Reach maximum painting skill, and paint at least 5 masterpieces.

Date only one person in your young adulthood and have a child with them, but never marry. Your partner is unsupportive of your artistic lifestyle and encourages you to “get a real job.” Whether you choose to get a traditional career, that is not as a painter, is up to you.

Eventually marry the love of your life as an adult: someone who is supportive of your art. If you did choose a career, quit, and take up a career as a painter.

Have at least one child with your new spouse.

Harvest wild fruits, vegetables, etc. On weekends.

Grow an excellent apple tree.

City living dlc: attend a flea market and sell your art.

Generation 10: Maru

    You acquired a passion for creating gadgets at a young age. When you aren’t in your room, fiddling with tools and machinery, you sometime do odd jobs at the local hospital.

Traits: ambitious, outgoing, geek.

Aspiration: nerd brain.

Career: astronaut (space ranger branch), or get to work dlc: doctor or scientist, or discover university dlc: engineer (either branch).

Have a negative relationship with your half-sibling.

Reach the top level of your career.

Max out the handiness skill.

Max out the logic skill.

Upgrade at least five objects.

Own a rocket ship.

Your sim’s partner must be friends with your father (if not applicable, with either parent) before you can become engaged.

Eventually, your relationship with your spouse becomes strained and you break up. You die as soon as your eldest child is a young adult.

Get to work dlc: get abducted by aliens.

Generation 11: Alex 

     You love sports. You are quite arrogant and brag to everyone that you are going to be a professional athlete. Is your cockiness just a facade to mask your crushing self-doubt? Are you using your sports dream to fill the void left by the disappearance of your parents? 

Traits: bro, active, mean, self-assured, (alternatively, cats & dogs dlc: dog lover), (alternatively, high school years dlc: self-absorbed. 

Aspiration: bodybuilder.

Career: athlete (professional athlete branch).

Goals: 

Become enemies with your father but have had a very close relationship with your mother. 

Begin dating in your teens and go on at least three dates with three different people.

High School Years dlc: join the football team as a teen.

Max out the athletic skill.

Reach the top level of your career.

Do not marry until you are in the later stages of young adulthood. You’re marrying your soulmate, someone who stuck with you despite your arrogance.

Have at least two children with your spouse.

Cats & dogs dlc: own a dog named dusty.

Generation 12: Shane

     You are often rude, unhappy, and suffer from depression and alcohol dependence. However, your attitude starts to change towards your spouse. After work you frequently spend your evenings at the bar. If you could reset your life maybe you’d start a chicken farm. Only free-range eggs of course.

Traits: lazy, gloomy, mean. 

Aspiration: master mixologist, (alternatively, cats & dogs dlc: friend of the animals).

Career: retail worker until after marriage.

Live with your aunt or uncle until you’re married, have a good relationship with said aunt or uncle.

Have a career as a retail worker as a teen.

Go to the bar after work every day.

Get pizza delivered at least once a week.

Only get married as an adult. 

After marriage, quit your job and choose a different career path. You’ve been encouraged by your spouse to give up alcohol.

After marriage, start a garden. 

Have a maximum of two children.

Cats & dogs dlc: adopt a cat and a dog, train the dog in all possible tricks.

Cats & dogs dlc: max out the pet training skill.

Cottage Living dlc: buy a chicken coop, raise chickens, and name one of them Charlie.

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Sakusa and Ennoshita are good friends. Sakusa has a pet rock called Sakusa Kiyoomi Jr when he found a black, ordinary-looking but cute-shaped pebble on a beach during a beach trip with his family when he was five. Ennoshita visits Sakusa a lot and often visits, and even take care of the pet rock, feeding it with water like a plant. He doesn't know why Kiyoomi insists him to - it was a ridiculous idea 5-year-old Kiyoomi thought up when he picked the rock home and thought about the logistics of feeding and taking care of it, and it stuck. It's a harmless tradition Ennoshita was too chill about to question - he is chill about and shrugs off everything. Sakusa's mom knows him, cuz she knows his mom and that's how they became friends.

They had been friends since childhood when Ennoshita sees Sakusa as an unapproachable weird looking guy at first impression, while Sakusa generally was shy toward him. Ennoshita also met Komori quite a few times when he frequented Sakusa's residence - they wave hi to each other but never interact much because Komori is rarely enough in Sakusa's house to see Ennoshita. He's only with Sakusa at school, and Ennoshita only visits Sakusa once in a while during summer break because of long distances.

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RAKIM

William Michael Griffin Jr., better known by his stage name Rakim (born January 28, 1968), is an American rapper. One half of golden age hip hop duo Eric B. & Rakim, he is widely regarded as one of the most influential and most skilled MCs of all time.

Rakim is the nephew of the late American R&B singer and actress Ruth Brown.  He grew up in Wyandanch, New York on Long Island, and became involved in the New York City hip hop scene when he was eighteen years old.

Rakim, then known as Kid Wizard in 1985, made his first recordings live at Wyandanch High School. Rakim was initially introduced to the Nation of Islam in 1986, and later joined The Nation of Gods and Earths (also known as the 5 Percent Nation), and adopted the name Rakim Allah.

ERIC B. & RAKIM

First meeting in 1985 after Rakim responded to Eric B.'s search for "New York's top MC", Eric B's friend and roommate Marley Marl allowed them to use his home studio. In 1986, Eric B. brought him to Marley Marl's house to record "Eric B. Is President".

Eric B. and Rakim went on to release four studio albums before their separation in 1992. The duo were described by journalist Tom Terrell of NPR as "the most influential DJ/MC combo in contemporary pop music period", while the editors of About.com ranked them as No. 4 on their list of the 10 Greatest Hip-Hop Duos of All-Time. They were nominated for induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2011, although they did not make the final selection.

The first track they recorded—"Eric B. Is President"—was released as a single on the independent Zakia Records in 1986. After Def Jam Recordings founder Russell Simmons heard the single, the duo were signed to Island Records and began recording the album in Manhattan's Power Play Studios in early 1987.

On July 7, 1987, the duo released their debut album, Paid in Full, on the Island-subsidiary label 4th & B'way Records. The album peaked at #58 on the Billboard 200 chart and produced five singles: "Eric B. Is President", "I Ain't No Joke", "I Know You Got Soul", "Move the Crowd", and "Paid in Full".[16]Eric B. & Rakim's album Paid in Full was named the greatest hip hop album of all time by MTV in 2006, while Rakim himself was ranked #4 on MTV's list of the Greatest MCs of All Time. Steve Huey of AllMusic stated that "Rakim is near-universally acknowledged as one of the greatest MCs – perhaps the greatest – of all time within the hip-hop community."

The editors of About.com ranked him #2 on their list of the 'Top 50 MCs of Our Time (1987–2007)'. Rakim began his career as the emcee of the rap duo Eric B. & Rakim, who in 2011 were nominated for induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. In 2012, The Source ranked him #1 on their list of the "Top 50 Lyricists of All Time.

SOLO CAREER

After his breakup with Eric B. in early 1993, Rakim kept a low profile, only making one notable appearance on the soundtrack to the 1993 film Gunmen. A reshuffling in MCA caused Rakim to be dropped from the label in 1994. As Rakim continued to struggle with legal problems, he secured a deal with Universal Records and began recording his solo debut album The 18th Letter in 1996. In November 1997, the album The 18th Letter was released. Expectations were high for Rakim, as the album debuted at #4 on the Billboard 200 and went certified Gold by the RIAA.

In June 1999, Rakim appeared on three tracks of "The Seduction of Claude Debussy" by Art of Noise. AllMusic's Keith Farley notes that "the album charts the artistic use of sampled breakbeats -- pioneered by the Art of Noise themselves -- with nods to '80s hip-hop plus their '90s equivalent, drum'n'bass."

Rakim performing in Hamburg, Germany, June 3, 1998

In November 1999, Rakim released The Master, which received good reviews but sold poorly.

Rakim was signed to Dr. Dre's Aftermath Entertainment record label in 2000, for work on an album tentatively titled Oh, My God. The album underwent numerous changes in artistic direction and personnel and was delayed several times. While working on the album, Rakim made guest appearances on numerous Aftermath projects, including the hit single "Addictive" by Truth Hurts, the Dr. Dre-produced "The Watcher Part 2" by Jay-Z, and Eminem's 8 Mile soundtrack.

However, Rakim left the label in 2003 and Oh, My God was indefinitely shelved. After Rakim eventually left Aftermath Entertainment, he stated that the reason he departed the label was because of creative differences with Dr. Dre. Rakim used a metaphorical example that Dr. Dre wanted Rakim to write about killing someone, while Rakim wanted to write about the resurrection of someone.