#we got a weirdo family y'all

[klonoadreams]

WAIT!

You're telling use the Satona's baby is like Gojo Shiki of Zenith of the stars????

If you didn't know her, I say it outright, she is an oc who is the personification of a cat to a human, complete with bloody gifts.

Also, when I read about twins, knowing that Shiki has a polycule, I thought about how it is possible to have twins from different fathers, why? because that's my brain

Mako won't have a baby? Or is it because all that biology of terror is very difficult? Like, it has the parts but they don't work as well in procreation

JA, Brie may not be as wild as Akari is, but all I can think about is the family's welcome to the fact that she's pregnant and then to the baby itself

Along with Satona's baby, that is also one of the most protected babies

Mako will have her own kid eventually, just not any time soon since shit is getting real like holy crap, it's a bad time to be a parent right now in the world of One Piece. Her baby with Law tho owo.

Also yes, the twins with different fathers is how Shiki ended up with twins.

Oh no, Nana polycule twins lmaooo. ALSO I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GETTING AT.

I was gonna jokingly say like Kara no Kyoukai/Garden of Sinners Ryogi Shiki (who Andou has an aesthetic based off in terms of kimono, stabbing, and fashion), BUT THEN I REMEMBERED ZENITH OF THE STARS EXISTED AD I THOUGHT THAT WOULD BE THE FUNNIEST LITTLE THING. (I have yet to read Zenith of the stars cuz my dumbass keeps forgor, but I've been following XxZuiliu for yearssss, so Imma binge that shit and EAT)

This is what happens when you get a baby between Gojo and Nana. You get the weirdest OP little baby that just has Mystic Eyes of Death perception.

IM SORRY IM LAUGHING SO HARD. LIKE THAT'S ANOTHER GENERATION THE ELDERS CAN'T IGNORE.

Gojo gonna make that kid haaate the elders, literally anyone who doesn't learn now, will learn from the next head rippppp.

Nana will stab if you try anything funny with her baby.

Also my dumbass forgor, but Andou will also have her own little baby as well. :V

Chouko also has a set of twins in her future, but that's far off future.

Brie might end up with the polycule twins cuz Raihan runs that polycule and between him, Leon, and Brie, lmao woops. Gordie is just glad he's not the dad because he's not strong enough to make his Mama a Grandma yet.

Sonia is just "HOW HAS IT TAKEN THIS LONG FOR YOU GUYS TO SLIP UP"

As if she didn't take ages to join the polycule lmao.

Also Satona is such a good name for Gojo and Nana lmaoo. Also Nanami legit is horrified at how weird baby is, but loves the child anyways. Is also like "what kinda baby would we make?"

And then immediately pushes it out of his head and slaps Getou for even trying to say that thought out loud.

Fushiguro Toji being that cryptid stray around the house, somehow is chill with the baby. Knows better than to steal the baby though, but he will for sure poke fun at Gojo and Nana for making such a weirdo baby as if he isn't at all jealous that the two have it all together with a seemingly functional family. (You may find him often sleeping with the baby on his chest, cuz he sneaks into the house a lot after they're born. Absolute weirdo, with a weirdo baby lmao. Cue Megumi just poking him with a stick)

Weird ass family, with Yuuji just happy to be a big bro :V

[kcyars99]

omg

[Verse 1]

Dear Adonis

I'm sorry that that man is your father, let me be honest

It takes a man to be a man, your dad is not responsive

I look at him and wish your grandpa woulda wore a condom

I'm sorry that you gotta grow up and then stand behind him

Life is hard, I know, the challenge is always gon' beat us home

Sometimes our parents make mistakes that affect us until we grown

And you're a good kid that need good leadership

Let me be your mentor since your daddy don't teach you shit

Never let a man piss on your leg, son

Either you die right there or pop that man in the head, son

Never fall in the escort business, that's bad religion

Please remember, you could be a bitch even if you got bitches

Never code-switch, whether right or wrong, you a Black man

Even if it don't benefit your goals, do some push-ups, get some discipline

Don't cut them corners like your daddy did, fuck what Ozempic did

Don't pay to play with them Brazilians, get a gym membership

Understand, no throwin' rocks and hidin' hands, that's law

Don't be ashamed 'bout who you wit', that's how he treat your moms

Don't have a kid to hide a kid to hide again, be sure

Five percent will comprehend, but ninety-five is lost

Be proud of who you are, your strength come from within

Lotta superstars that's real, but your daddy ain't one of them

And you nothing like him, you'll carry yourself as king

Can't understand me right now? Just play this when you eighteen

[Verse 2]

Dear Sandra

Your son got some habits, I hope you don't undermine them

Especially with all the girls that's hurt inside this climate

You a woman, so you know how it feels to be in alignment

With emotion, hopin' a man can see you and not be blinded

Dear Dennis, you gave birth to a master manipulator

Even usin' you to prove who he is is a huge favor

I think you should ask for more paper, and more paper

And more, uh, more paper

I'm blamin' you for all his gamblin' addictions

Psychopath intuition, the man that like to play victim

You raised a horrible fuckin' person, the nerve of you, Dennis

Sandra, sit down, what I'm about to say is heavy, now listen

Mm-mm, your son's a sick man with sick thoughts, I think niggas like him should die

Him and Weinstein should get fucked up in a cell for the rest they life

He hates Black women, hypersexualizes 'em with kinks of a nympho fetish

Grew facial hair because he understood bein' a beard just fit him better

He got sex offenders on ho-VO that he keep on a monthly allowance

A child should never be compromised and he keepin' his child around them

And we gotta raise our daughters knowin' there's predators like him lurkin'

Fuck a rap battle, he should die so all of these women can live with a purpose

I been in this industry twelve years, I'ma tell y'all one lil' secret

It's some weird shit goin' on and some of these artists be here to police it

They be streamlinin' victims all inside of they home and callin' 'em Tinder

Then leak videos of themselves to further push their agendas

To any woman that be playin' his music, know that you're playin' your sister

Or better, you're sellin' your niece, to the weirdos, not the good ones

Katt Williams said, "Get you the truth," so I'ma get mines

The Embassy 'bout to get raided, too, it's only a matter of time

Ayy, LeBron, keep the family away, hey, Curry, keep the family away

To anybody that embody the love for they kids, keep the family away

They lookin' at you too if you standin' by him, keep the family away

I'm lookin' to shoot through any pervert that lives, keep the family safe

[Verse 3]

Dear baby girl

I'm sorry that your father not active inside your world

He don't commit to much but his music, yeah, that's for sure

He a narcissist, misogynist, livin' inside his songs

Try destroy families rather than takin' care of his own

Should be teachin' you time tables or watchin' Frozen with you

Or at your eleventh birthday, singin' poems with you

Instead, he be in Turks, payin' for sex and poppin' Percs, examples that you don't deserve

I wanna tell you that you're loved, you're brave, you're kind

You got a gift to change the world, and could change your father's mind

'Cause our children is the future, but he lives inside confusion

Money's always been illusion, but that's the life he's used to

His father prolly didn't claim him neither

History do repeats itself, sometimes it don't need a reason

But I would like to say it's not your fault that he's hidin' another child

Give him grace, this the reason I made Mr. Morale

So our babies like you can cope later

Give you some confidence to go through somethin', it's hope later

I never wanna hear you chase a man 'cause his failed behavior

Sittin' in the club with sugar daddies for validation

You need to know that love is eternity and trumps all pain

I'll tell you who your father is, just play this song when it rains

Yes, he's a hitmaker, songwriter, superstar, right

And a fuckin' deadbeat that should never say "more life"

Meet the Grahams

[Verse 4]

Dear Aubrey

I know you probably thinkin' I wanted to crash your party

But truthfully, I don't have a hatin' bone in my body

This supposed to be a good exhibition within the game

But you fucked up the moment you called out my family's name

Why you had to stoop so low to discredit some decent people?

Guess integrity is lost when the metaphors doesn't reach you

And I like to understand 'cause your house was never a home

Thirty-seven, but you showin' up as a seven-year-old

You got gamblin' problems, drinkin' problems, pill-poppin' and spendin' problems

Bad with money, whorehouse

Solicitin' women problems, therapy's a lovely start

But I suggest some ayahuasca, strip the ego from the bottom

I try to empathize with you 'cause I know that you ain't been through nothin'

Crave entitlement, but wanna be liked so bad that it's puzzlin'

No dominance, let's recap moments when you didn't fit in

No secret handshakes with your friend

No cultural cachet to binge, just disrespectin' your mother

Identity's on the fence, don't know which family will love ya

The skin that you livin' in is compromised in personas

Can't channel your masculine even when standin' next to a woman

You a body shamer, you gon' hide them baby mamas, ain't ya?

You embarrassed of 'em, that's not right, that ain't how mama raised us

Take that mask off, I wanna see what's under them achievements

Why believe you? You never gave us nothin' to believe in

'Cause you lied about religious views, you lied about your surgery

You lied about your accent and your past tense, all is perjury

You lied about your ghostwriters, you lied about your crew members

They all pussy, you lied on 'em, I know they all got you in 'em

You lied about your son, you lied about your daughter, huh

You lied about them other kids that's out there hopin' that you come

You lied about the only artist that can offer you some help

Fuck a rap battle, this a long life battle with yourself

Yeah Drake is done ATP just hang it up dude you’re better off doing mainstream pop rap or something

[aqours]

something nobody tells you about coming out and being a trans woman is like. the fear of being a Bad Trans Woman and how that even relates to just like, the media you like

we're already stigmatized we NEED to be BETTER and be careful of what we watch or do: or we hurt all of us, i guess.

so like... god i've talked a lot about this in private but it's been years since i've talked about this privately so like. y'all know i used to be an anti right. i was one of those ones that liked Happy Sugar Life in a God Honoring Way (there was no way it was romantic AT ALL it was FAMILIAL attraction you were WEIRDOS for thinking it was anything but)

so like, a few years ago there was this one transbian hc blog that got hacked by transmisogynistics. i quickly preserved every post and reuploaded it later, i didn't really manage it the best but i didn't want it to disappear

so i reblogged something about HSL, and i got asks, i explained how i viewed HSL at the time, and then i got this

and this actually did like. fucking catastrophic damage to my mental health for ages to come and it still kinda lingers i sometimes still have these moments were like. "i'm a proship trans woman am i.... doing something that hurts my sisters just enjoying the media i do-" and i physically cannot finish HSL i've tried so many times over the years to give it a chance and literally every time i do i like

physically freeze. it's like my brain turns into static and i cannot do anything until i close the tab

and i sometimes honestly think about how this specific ask, this fucking specific asshole i never found out who it was like actually just. said this even when i said i had a different view of this and how while i stood my ground even in my answer made me so fucking scared i wasn't really... a trans woman anymore. just another dime in the dozen problematic tranny. and like i don't think i'll ever be really able to like... forget this one little answer

it's weird, you know, i was still trying to do a good thing and i was still a Bad Trans Woman that invalidated everything just for having a completely incorrect assumption of a media. and that really heavily affected my actions for several years and even now years later still kinda... lingers, a lot.

[urfavslav]

the league of villains x gn!rich/eccentric reader, christmas themes, platonic

It's that time of year again. Christmas decorations plastered on every store you pass by. Although, this year will be slightly different then normal. Instead of spending time with family, you have decided to spend your time and wealth on an organization that you've come to know exceedingly well.

The League of Villains.

Why, you ask? Well you weren't the best of all people. earning your riches in other ways some would never think of. but that's another topic for another day. Why not spoil your friends for the holidays.

The planning;

Calling kurogiri was the first part of your plan, gotta let them know about it somehow ‍🤷‍♂️

"Hi 'giri !!" you exclaimed over the phone. "Hello Mx. (Name), What brings you to the phone this time?" He was right with his question. Most days you just prance over uninvited, put your plans out in circulation and then let them agree on what they wanted to do.

"weeeeeell i'm planning something for you all. no spoilers, teehee, anyway back on topic, I'm gonna let you know know I'm done !!"

You could hear the mist man sigh, giving him absolutely no clue to what you're doing and a possible need for blood medication. But, he just goes with it anyway much to your delight. "alright then, anything i need to do for this 'suprize' ?"

You thought on it for a second before answering. "nope ! i'm gonna go shopping soon and i'll pick y'all up." and with that, you said your departings and hung up.

Next was the shopping, to be frank, a couple of them were easy to shop for.

Tomura had gotten new pairs of gloves and video game credits, systems and games.

You got toga a few winter wardrobe pieces and a few new knifes.

You'd decided a designer coat and deck of custom cards would be nice for mister compress

Dabi, on the other hand was a mystery so a quality burn creme, money and some clothes warmer then his 'emo jacket' seemed to suffice for you.

Everybody else their own gifts that you felt suited them

Over all everybody got a large sum of money to spend freely.

A glance at your phone and you rushed to gather the rest of the presents before ordering an uber home.

Dashing around your apartment to tidy and slide the last few dishes in the oven, ordering your household andriod to finish the rest. While you raced your vehicle to the league's place.

Upon being let in by the mist man, you explained that you had a suprise waiting for them at your place. "Everybody ! yes you too tomura, I've got a lil somethin' for everybody! kurogiri, C'mon! The car has room to spare."

As everybody (some begrudgingly) got comfy in your vehicle, you were off headed right back to your place. "hey, weirdo, do you have a radio ?" Dabi had asked from the passenger seat.

"yeah. hol' on." You pushed a few buttons and a hologram radio popped up. "Just find a channel, connect your phone or whatever burn boy."

The last word he offered was 'lame', offending your choice of names to call him before some song started playing. Song requests being taken from everybody in the car until they arrived at (name's) apartment.

"WE'RE HOME !!!!" You yelled out to the general public as you ran to unlock the first door. "come in, come in !! it's warm in here." Shoving all your friends into the building. "uhhh 11th floor, door on the right, there's only two apartments up there due to 'em being huge so yeah"

Shigaraki, now leading the group to the elevator, was cautious of how empty the building sounded. "are they serious ? top floor ?" The anxiety driven scratching could be heard from outside the elevator.

"it's hospitality tomura-kun. leave it be! you coming (name) ?" toga budding into the situation at hand. A short response of "i'll meet you guys there!" was shouted back.

"up we go ! oh no.." twices split personalities chimed in as they expressed their thoughts.

Now, the condo itself was gorgeous, spacious and just breath-taking. the Christmas tree full of lights and presents. (name's) cute lil dog running around the apartment, their android house-aid taking their coats and hanging them up.

"HAPPY CHRISTMAS YOU GUYS !!!" (Name's) loud voice was booming as you came in and locked the door. "Lets do presents and then dinner !!" Dashing over to the tree you started handing out boxes and gift bags.

"for you," a red and black box for compress. "you'll like it sako. and for you." a few boxes handed to toga.

"these are soooo cute !!! thanks (name) !!" toga's soft toothy smile gracing her feline features.

All around your misshapen circle of friends you could see such a different array of emotions, none really negative though.

After gifts was dinner, everybody filling their plates with what they desired and enjoying themselves. The day was so wonderful, as you ended with hot chocolate and sweets. Setting them up for the night wouldn't be that bad ?

Christmas sleepover ! You get to cook for your friends the next morning and spend time with them ! The majority agreeing to your plans and cleaning up and cozying down to a movie as some feel asleep to others commentary on the film.

You loved your friends dearly and you couldn't imagine not having them around.

★ all works belong to @urfavslav , do not repost on anywhere else with or without credit, do not plagiarise. thank you !

[onyxhotelprince]

About the weirdos that still want to control Britney Spears after she got her freedom back, don't you think that she already suffered enough abuse and control at the hands of her own family?, The point of the whole #FreeBritney was to give her the freedom to do whatever she wants, with her rights and wrongs and that includes healing at her own pace and in her own way.

Do you think that her socials are the problem?, when she's enjoying and sharing what makes her happy? A harmless freestyle dance. She might have issues, and seriously who wouldn't?, after all she went through, we all have issues, if that was the case we all should be off the internet. But y'all have bigger issues if you feel so threatened by a woman doing her own thing on her own social media.

As she said before; "Don't like it?, don't watch".

It's not up to us to dictate how her freedom or happiness should look like, she's not 16, 21, or 25 anymore. The woman that she used to be is gone, no one can be the same after a traumatic experience. And still she's more than a survivor of abuse. She will always be a legend, a pop culture icon, an underrated musician and song-writter, an amazing dancer, an entertaining performer and most important a kind soul.

Let her live and let her enjoy, she doesn't owe us anything.

[sh1mmer-add1ct]

Rae Transcript :3!!!

(Ft him being a faggot for Johnny) (his ability is Mimic. He can mimic voices of victims (current or past) to lure others towards him, or one of the other family members. Although the ability itself does no damage)

Feeding Grandpa

-“Everyone else says it was a hell of a lot easier with you up ‘nd able so..”

-“We don’t got all day, eat up.” -“Eat up so we can catch these assholes.” -(sigh) “we’re gettin it under control”

-“It’d be a whole lot easier if you could actually fuckin help.”

Victim Found (in hiding spot)

-“What’re you hidin’ for?”

-“It’s kinda rude to go around peoples property ‘n hide from em y’know.”

-“Get yer ass out here”

-“Picked a shit hidin’ spot, sugar.”

-“Found ya” (laughs)

-“Y’all should really find better hidin’ spots”

Victim Hit

-“Quit runnin’, you ain’t gon’ make it much further”

-“Awh, that hurt?” (Laughs)

-“Hold still! I’ll get it over quick, promise.”

-“All that screamin’ ain’t gonna save you.”

-“Why don’t you just give up?”

Blood Trail

-“You left a trail, y’know…”

-“Yer makin’ this awfully easy to find you”

-“Les’ got to clean this up.”

-“Aw, don’t bleed out everywhere. It ain’t no fun if you die before I get to ya”

Match Start

-“Y’all’s heads are gonna be rollin’ soon enough..”

-“Didn’t know we had visitors.”

-“Don’t worry, I’ll put y’all to good use.”

Victim seen escaping

-“Shit..they won’t believe em…”

-“Ain’t worth chasin’ em down, probably won’t make it far anyway.”

-(annoyed groan)

-“Goddamnit. The others really gotta start helpin, I can’t stop all of em on my own.”

-“Slick bastards…”

Idle

-"That girl wasn't even pretty, I dunno why the hell Johnny liked her so much...glad he fuckin' killed her"

-"The hells this draggin' on for?"

-"Doin' everything round here I swear.."

-"Awfully rude to keep hidin' from me y'know.."

Victim Seen

-"Come back here, sugar"

-"Where the hell you think yer goin'?"

-"It don't have to be this way y'know..."

-"I'll take it easy on ya."

-"Honestly, all this runnin' around is kinda pathetic."

Ability Denied

-"Ain't none of em nearby.."

-"None of em can hear me from here."

-"Nah, won't work here."

-"I should wait until they get closer..."

Close encounter

-"Oh? This ain't gonna end well for you."

-"Go on, hit me."

-"That's it! Fight back! It ain't no fun if y'all just let us kill you."

Execution

-"This woulda been easier if y'all just quit runnin'"

-"See? There was no damn point in allat."

-"Don't worry, I'll make sure to put ya to good use."

Drayton/The Cook seen

-"Quit hollerin' at me old man."

-"It'd be a hell of a lot easier for you to hear em if you'd shut the fuck up."

-"Watch it, I'll rip yer fuckin' tongue out myself."

-"Put those damn locks to use"

-"I'd rather be dead than actually be related to you, so quit talkin' like it actually matters that I ain't."

Nubbins/Hitchhiker Seen

-"Keep that damn roadkill away from me."

-"Hurry up 'n place them traps, they ain't doin no good if you don't."

-"You sure as hell ain't the best...don't care what that prehistoric ass says."

-"If you gonna talk about me, speak up. Yer mutterin' is annoying."

-"How the hell you make them traps of yers anyway?"

Johnny seen

-"Don't worry Hun, we'll catch em."

-(whistles)

-"You find any of em yet?"

-"I'll help you catch em if you want.."

-"I ain't lookin'.."

-"Yer old lady's gettin' on my nerves y'know."

-"Let me know if you need any help Hun"

-"You should quit bringin' them city girls around."

Sissy seen

-"Keep that poison shit away from me, I'll rip yer fuckin' head off if you get it on me."

-"Awfully convenient for you to show up now."

-"I ain't goin in yer stupid fuckin garden."

-"Quit singin' those stupid hippie songs all the time, it's annoying."

-"Don't you dare bring back one of them weirdos with you."

Nancy Seen

-"We're gonna catch em, quit hollerin' at me."

-"Just don't place them traps in my way.."

-"Where the hell you get all that barbed wire anyway?"

-"That's an awfully nasty scar..." (Chuckles)

-"What? Need help or somethin'?"

-"You can quit lookin' at me like I did somethin' wrong..christ."

Bubba Seen

-"Goddamn big boy, yer puttin' that saw to work."

-"Just watch where yer swingin' that thing..."

-"Don't listen to them, they're a bunch of assholes. They're just jealous."

-"Don't worry, I'll help you catch em'"

-"I'll drag one of em to ya so you can gut em, yeah?"

Cook(seeing Rae)

-"Yer makin a damn fool of yerself!"

-"You ain't even a part of this family, quit yer yapping."

-"This is Johnny's fault y'know."

-"You 'n Johnny better quit bringin' back those damn girls."

Hitchhiker(Seeing Rae)

-"Y-you ain't even actually a part of this family.." (snicker)

-"Lookit what I found!"

-"I'm p-placin' my traps, what're you doin'?"

-"You still can't handle eatin' flesh?"

-"Quit h-hollerin' at me."

-"You better watch out! Bubba might give you another one of them scars."

Johnny (seeing Rae)

-"You know all the good hidin' spots, don't ya?" (Chuckle)

-"Quit starin' now ain't the damn time."

-"You didn't seem too fond of that girl..there somethin' you wanna tell me?"

-"C'mon now, lure them out already!"

-"Put that voice of yers to work, yeah?"

Sissy(Seeing Rae)

-"Stay outta my way and you won't get any poison on you."

-"I'd stick around more if yall weren't such assholes..."

-"You still ain't seen the light yet, that's your problem!"

-"Stay out of my garden."

-"Don't start bringin' back those girls like Johnny.. we're in this mess cause of him."

Nancy(seeing Rae)

-"Quit ooglin' Johnny, you ain't slick."

-"Hurry up 'n lure em out!"

-"Why you always out in Johnny's shack for?"

-"Focus! Don't let em get away."

-"It ain't that hard to not get tangled in my traps.."

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

Is the weirdo anon still bothering you and your friends? Or did they shift targets? Man... I feel bad for the previous anon. I looked through #solarxearth and there wasn't any post there aside from your ask-response to the other anon. Which means that weirdo anon has been GUARDING that tag if they found the comic art of the previous anon so quickly. That's just sad and weirdly obsessive thing to do. They're just dead set on looking for people to harass at this point. It's beyond irksome that they are accusing you of ruining the fandom when they are literally causing fear to people who just wanted to do their own thing. I'm so sorry you, your friends, and any other people got attacked by this weirdo anon. Y'all didn't deserve that. I wish we could find a way to know who this person is.

I think the weirdo Anon moved on and blocked me.

It didn't mean that they didn't shift their focus to other targets and start complaining in the ask boxes of people I don't know.

So far, a majority of the Tumblr and even the Twitter audience has been cool.

Weirdly, it's the YouTube audience who is mean and relentless.

Especially young people in the animation/animatic community for tsams which shocked me a bit. (I've heard not good things about the "tsams animatic community" often from people who leave it due to weird drama all the time.)

It's why Bruja ended up ultimately deleted comments for their SolarMoon videos. Just cause people on YouTube couldn't play nice.

However, it being YouTube, and YouTube having the youngest demographic and knowing the type of people who comment on YouTube videos, I am not that surprised.

A bit disappointed, yeah.

But if you ever get a weird Anon asking you about shipping discourse in tsams.... Or feverishly complaining like "I'm glad you understand the show is about family dynamics and not the shipping freaks" It's probably the Anon I delt with. Don't give them your time.

But as of now, everything has been chill.

[cookieswithay]

• Zoro sighed as he snuggled into the covers. That fisherman was super nice for letting him sleep here. (Mr. O'hara) He wasn't sure what he was gonna do earlier. That darn whirlpool split everyone up. But he'd run into somebody eventually. He had too. But, that's a tomorrow problem.

• Right now he had to focus on getting a goodnight sleep. Which would be a piece of cake. Even if this room was super girly and was over scented. The swordsman took a deep breath and started drifting off...

• When the door suddenly opened. Naturally, the alarms in his head went off. But then again, this is someone else's house. The old man probably had to grab something. That was... until Zoro heard a rather feminine sigh.

• What the hell?

• He thought.

• Doesn't this guy live alone?

• Right? Or...is he being robbed by woman?...Sounds about right. Zoro raised up slowly. Hopefully, he could grab his swords without being noticed. (Sheath on, of course. This was only to scare 'er)

�� In mid grab, he looked up. The lady was stripping. He screamed. Which startled the lady, making her shout as well.

• (That's you)

• Later

• After going back in forth for awhile, (Zoro calling you a pervert, and You calling him robber) the both of you woke up the old man. Like literally ran to his door. Now everyone's sitting in the livingroom having a discussion...ish.

• "What's with you anyway!?"

• The swordsman shouted.

• "You got some thing for getting naked in front sleeping people!?"

• You gasped. How dare he accuse of something so vile. (Seriously, who would do that?)

• "Me!? What a about you sleeping in my bed!?"

• "Who the hell even are you!?"

• Despite that being a good question, Zoro continued his rant about you being a creep. Meanwhile, Mr. O'hara's trying to get a word in. He'd explain if y'all gave him a chance.

• "Pervert!"

• "Psycho!"

• "Pervert!"

• "Psycho!"

• "Alright, that's enough!"

• The old man finally cut in, whacking both of you in the head. You guys groaned, while he grabbed some alcohol.

• "Listen up, Y/N,"

• "Earlier today, I was almost eaten by a sea king when I was fishing."

• He pointed at Zoro.

• "But this young man sliced 'em into sashimi!"

• Cool. This random joe saved your pops. What does this have to do with him in room though?

• "So after we ate it, I said can he stay with me-"

• "In my room!?"

• "You're never home anyway!"

• "Dad!"

• Zoro stepped back, as a NEW argument started. Even if this family is crazy, it felt like home. The ship.

• "Weirdos." He snickered

• Finally

• After you and your dad finished squabbling, the sleeping positions were discussed. You got your bed back and Zoro got the couch. Finally, everyone could go to back to bed. Well not without you saying something first.

• "I'm really sorry."

• You said with a bow.

• "I just got scared earlier."

• He was pretty shocked. With the way you snapped at him earlier, he thought for sure you were a crab.

• "It's fine, I guess."

• "I would've freaked too."

• Maybe a little, but he'd throw hands right after. You gave a awkward smile, and wiped your hands on your shorts.

• "Um, see you tomorrow?"

• "See you tomorrow."

• As you walked of towards your room, Zoro contemplated on telling you something else. But shuts it down... To hell with it, he'll say it.

• "Hey."

• You turned.

• "Um, not bad."

• "What?"

• "Your body...it's pretty nice."

• Silence.

• "And you said I'm perv."

• "Shut up, just speaking my mind."

• He said, playfully. You snickered and closed your door. Zoro stretched out and settled in. This spot was nice. Real nice.

No explanation, no reason, just because.

[roguemonsterfucker]

My poor younger sibling is the only member of my family that actually wants to see people. Like. In real life.

They get so excited when extended family may come visit.

So uh. Yesterday, a somewhat distant relative said they were coming to town and wanted to make plans to meet up with us. Now, making plans to go somewhere for my family is. Complicated.

My younger sibling has a lot of disabilities that make getting out of the house quite the production (wheelchair, medical equipment that has to travel with us, etc, etc). But uh. People don't usually understand this. They don't really process the fact that leaving the house takes real effort for us.

But we were gonna do it because my younger sibling really wanted to meet up with this person! Because my sibling is a fucking weirdo who actually likes people for some reason. 😂 Very much the black sheep of the family. We're all anti social losers.

Anyways, so this person last night says that they'll get back in contact with us to make plans to meet up today.

So my sibling gets ready for the day as if they're gonna be leaving the house.

And then we wait.

And wait.

And wait some more.

Finally my mom is like, no. It's too late in the day now. It's an hour drive there and traffic will be bad and we can't be out late in the evening anyways for reasons. So she texts the person that they'll have to cancel.

And uh. The person texts back basically saying that they're at the airport right now, leaving town, so they wouldn't have been able to meet up anyways. Plans got changed so they didn't end up staying as long as originally thought.

🙃

So uh. Yeah. My younger sibling is really upset. They even said "This is gonna turn me into you!" lol. 😂

This person had all fucking day to let us know plans changed. But didn't say anything until we had to cancel.

Odds are they just forgot about the plans they'd been making with us. But fucking hell.

I'm very angry on my sibling's behalf because they actually like spending time with our extended family! They like hanging out with people! And this happens to them all the fucking time.

And then *we* get labeled as the people that don't make an effort to spend time with family. Because no one understands how much fucking effort it takes to even leave the fucking house and no one's willing to accommodate for that. They always expect us to be the one to drive an hour. They expect us to be the one to stay over at their house (with a fucking ventilator no less 🙄).

We can't just jump in the car and go anywhere we want. Just getting my sibling into a car is a long, hard process because of their mobility disabilities. Then if where we're going requires them to get out of the car again... Oh boy. That's a lot of moving around that is very difficult. That's not even mentioning the like three bags of medical equipment my sibling has to have nearby at all times (some of which is attached to them!).

And yet. My sibling loves going places. They love meeting people.

My sibling, the one of us who physically can't go places too much both because it's difficult and because they're prone to getting sick.

And the *one* time in months that we were gonna put forth the effort and take that risk... and the person doesn't even have the courtesy to let us know they needed to cancel.

anyways, i'm kinda pissed off if you couldn't tell. I figured a lot of y'all might be able to relate to part of this struggle at least.

I don't have my sibling's physical disabilities but I have a lot of my own issues that our extended family over the years has thought they could fix by just forcing me to do what they wanted me to do. I've had people just not understand the depth of my problems and never care to accommodate me or even just accept that part of me. But I also fucking hate people and don't care to talk to any of our extended family if I don't have to, so it's whatever. It just breaks my heart to see my sibling be so excited for something only for that person to be an inconsiderate jerk and crush their excitement.

[biblepercent]

Dear, Adonis

I'm sorry that that man is your father, let me be honest

It takes a man to be a man, your dad is not responsive

I look at him and wish your grandpa would've wore a condom

I'm sorry that you gotta grow up and then stand behind him

Life is hard, I know, the challenge is always gon' beat us home

Sometimes our parents make mistakes that affect us until we grown

And you're a good kid that need good leadership

Let me be your mentor since your daddy don't teach you shit

Never let a man piss on your leg, son

Either you die right there or pop that man in the head, son

Never fall in the escort business, that's bad religion

Please remember, you could be a bitch even if you got bitches

Never code-switch, whether right or wrong, you a black man

Even if it don't benefit your goals, do some push-ups, get some discipline

Don't cut them corners like your daddy did, fuck what Ozempic did

Don't pay to play with them Brazilians, get a gym membership

Understand, no throwin' rocks and hidin' hands, that's law

Don't be ashamed 'bout who you with, that's how he treat your moms

Don't have a kid to hide a kid to hide again, be sure

Five percent will comprehend, but 95 is lost

Be proud of who you are, your strength come from within

Lotta superstars that's real, but your daddy ain't one of them

And you nothing like him, you'll carry yourself as king

Can't understand me right now? Just play this when you 18

Dear, Sandra

Your son got some habits, I hope you don't undermine them

Especially with all the girls that's hurt inside this climate

You a woman, so you know how it feels to be in alignment

With emotion, hopin' a man can see you and not be blinded

Dear Dennis, you gave birth to a master manipulator

Even using you to prove who he is, is a huge favor

I think you should ask for more paper, and more paper

And more, uh, more paper

I'm blaming you for all his gambling addictions

Psychopath intuition, the man that like to play victim

You raised a horrible fucking person, the nerve of you, Dennis

Sandra, sit down, what I'm about to say is heavy, now listen

Mm-mm, your son's a sick man with sick thoughts, I think niggas like him should die

Him and Weinstein should get fucked up in a cell for the rest they life

He hates Black women, hypersexualizes 'em with kinks of a nympho fetish

Grew facial hair because he understood bein' a beard just fit him better

He got sex offenders on hoe-VO that he keep on a monthly allowance

A child should never be compromised and he keepin' his child around them

And we gotta raise our daughters knowin' there's predators like him lurkin'

Fuck a rap battle, he should die so all of these women can live with a purpose

I been in this industry 12 years, I'ma tell y'all one lil' secret

It's some weird shit goin' on and some of these artists be here to police it

They be streamlinin' victims all inside of they home and callin' 'em tender

Then leak videos of themselves to further push their agendas

To any woman that be playin' his music, know that you're playin' your sister

Or better, you're sellin' your niece to the weirdos, not the good ones

Katt Williams said, "Get you the truth, " so I'ma get mines

The Embassy 'bout to get raided, too, it's only a matter of time

Ayy, LeBron, keep the family away, hey, Curry, keep the family away

To anybody that embody the love for they kids, keep the family away

They lookin' at you too if you standin' by him, keep the family away

I'm lookin' to shoot through any pervert that lives, keep the family safe

Dear, baby girl

I'm sorry that your father not active inside your world

He don't commit to much but his music, yeah, that's for sure

He a narcissist, misogynist, livin' inside his songs

Try destroy families rather than takin' care of his own

Should be teachin' you timetables or watchin' Frozen with you

Or at your eleventh birthday singin' poems with you

Instead, he be in Turks payin' for sex and poppin' Percs, examples that you don't deserve

I wanna tell you that you're loved, you're brave, you're kind

You got a gift to change the world, and could change your father's mind

'Cause our children is the future, but he lives inside confusion

Money's always been illusion, but that's the life he's used to

His father prolly didn't claim him neither

History do repeats itself, sometimes it don't need a reason

But I would like to say it's not your fault that he's hidin' another child

Give him grace, this the reason I made Mr. Morale

So our babies like you can cope later

Give you some confidence to go through somethin', it's hope later

I never wanna hear you chase a man 'cause his failed behavior

Sittin' in the club with sugar daddies for validation

You need to know that love is eternity and trumps all pain

I'll tell you who your father is, just play this song when it rains

Yes, he's a hitmaker, songwriter, superstar, right

And a fuckin' deadbeat that should never say "more life"

Meet the Grahams

Dear, Aubrey

I know you probably thinkin' I wanted to crash your party

But truthfully, I don't have a hatin' bone in my body

This supposed to be a good exhibition within the game

But you fucked up the moment you called out my family's name

Why you had to stoop so low to discredit some decent people?

Guess integrity is lost when the metaphors doesn't reach you

And I like to understand 'cause your house was never a home

37, but you showin' up as a seven-year-old

You got gamblin' problems, drinkin' problems, pill-poppin' and spendin' problems

Bad with money, whorehouse

Solicitin' women problems, therapy's a lovely start

But I suggest some ayahuasca, strip the ego from the bottom

I try to empathize with you 'cause I know that you ain't been through nothin'

Crave entitlement, but wanna be liked so bad that it's puzzlin'

No dominance, let's recap moments when you didn't fit in

No secret handshakes with your friend

No cultural cachet to binge, just disrespectin' your mother

Identity's on the fence, don't know which family will love ya

The skin that you livin' in is compromised in personas

Can't channel your masculine even when standin' next to a woman

You a body shamer, you gon' hide them baby mamas, ain't ya?

You embarrassed of 'em, that's not right, that ain't how mama raised us

Take that mask off, I wanna see what's under them achievements

Why believe you? You never gave us nothin' to believe in

'Cause you lied about religious views, you lied about your surgery

You lied about your accent and your past tense, all is perjury

You lied about your ghostwriters, you lied about your crew members

They all pussy, you lied on 'em, I know they all got you in 'em

You lied about your son, you lied about your daughter, huh

You lied about them other kids that's out there hopin' that you come

You lied about the only artist that can offer you some help

Fuck a rap battle, this a long life battle with yourself

75% of these words are in the bible, and I do not hate myself enough to mark which.

[allthislove]

Every so often on the internet, somebody tells me I'm "not Black", either because they saw me and I'm lighter skinned or because of some random, fucked up belief they have about what constitutes a Black person, and I really need y'all to get a grip. Someone can live their entire life as a Black person, with Black parents and grandparents and siblings and cousins and aunties and uncles, then get on the bird app in 2023 and have weirdos tell them they're not Black, or y'all favorite new term "white passing" just because they're lighter than I guess Kelly Rowland and like...

We understand that having lighter skin is a privilege and everything, but it isn't being white. I'm nowhere near whiteness, and people irl remind me every day. I'm not even directly mixed with anything (I'm mixed the same way most African Americans are mixed, and my dark skinned brother and sister have the exact same admixture. DNA is amazing and capable of anything.)

I swear to God, y'all have got to stop telling people they're mixed, white, white passing, or whatever else just because someone isn't dark skinned online. We have lived entire lives before you saw us, and we have an entire family that you have never seen. You cannot tell us who we are.

[mommy-mortis]

grahams Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Dear Adonis

I'm sorry that that man is your father, let me be honest

It takes a man to be a man, your dad is not responsive

I look at him and wish your grandpa woulda wore a condom

I'm sorry that you gotta grow up and then stand behind him

Life is hard, I know, the challenge is always gon' beat us home

Sometimes our parents make mistakes that affect us until we grown

And you're a good kid that need good leadership

Let me be your mentor since your daddy don't teach you shit

Never let a man piss on your leg, son

Either you die right there or pop that man in the head, son

Never fall in the escort business, that's bad religion

Please remember, you could be a bitch even if you got bitches

Never code-switch, whether right or wrong, you a Black man

Even if it don't benefit your goals, do some push-ups, get some discipline

Don't cut them corners like your daddy did, fuck what Ozempic did

Don't pay to play with them Brazilians, get a gym membership

Understand, no throwin' rocks and hidin' hands, that's law

Don't be ashamed 'bout who you wit', that's how he treat your moms

Don't have a kid to hide a kid to hide again, be sure

Five percent will comprehend, but ninety-five is lost

Be proud of who you are, your strength come from within

Lotta superstars that's real, but your daddy ain't one of them

And you nothing like him, you'll carry yourself as king

Can't understand me right now? Just play this when you eighteen

[Verse 2]

Dear Sandra

Your son got some habits, I hope you don't undermine them

Especially with all the girls that's hurt inside this climate

You a woman, so you know how it feels to be in alignment

With emotion, hopin' a man can see you and not be blinded

Dear Dennis, you gave birth to a master manipulator

Even usin' you to prove who he is is a huge favor

I think you should ask for more paper, and more paper

And more, uh, more paper

I'm blamin' you for all his gamblin' addictions

Psychopath intuition, the man that like to play victim

You raised a horrible fuckin' person, the nerve of you, Dennis

Sandra, sit down, what I'm about to say is heavy, now listen

Mm-mm, your son's a sick man with sick thoughts, I think niggas like him should die

Him and Weinstein should get fucked up in a cell for the rest they life

He hates Black women, hypersexualizes 'em with kinks of a nympho fetish

Grew facial hair because he understood bein' a beard just fit him better

He got sex offenders on ho-VO that he keep on a monthly allowance

A child should never be compromised and he keepin' his child around them

And we gotta raise our daughters knowin' there's predators like him lurkin'

Fuck a rap battle, he should die so all of these women can live with a purpose

I been in this industry twelve years, I'ma tell y'all one lil' secret

It's some weird shit goin' on and some of these artists be here to police it

They be streamlinin' victims all inside of they home and callin' 'em tender

Then leak videos of themselves to further push their agendas

To any woman that be playin' his music, know that you're playin' your sister

Or better, you're sellin' your niece, to the weirdos, not the good ones

Katt Williams said, "Get you the truth," so I'ma get mines

The Embassy 'bout to get raided, too, it's only a matter of time

Ayy, LeBron, keep the family away, hey, Curry, keep the family away

To anybody that embody the love for they kids, keep the family away

They lookin' at you too if you standin' by him, keep the family away

I'm lookin' to shoot through any pervert that lives, keep the family safe

[Verse 3]

Dear baby girl

I'm sorry that your father not active inside your world

He don't commit to much but his music, yeah, that's for sure

He a narcissist, misogynist, livin' inside his songs

Try destroy families rather than takin' care of his own

Should be teachin' you time tables or watchin' Frozen with you

Or at your eleventh birthday, singin' poems with you

Instead, he be in Turks payin' for sex and poppin' Percs, examples that you don't deserve

I wanna tell you that you're loved, you're brave, you're kind

You got a gift to change the world, and could change your father's mind

'Cause our children is the future, but he lives inside confusion

Money's always been illusion, but that's the life he's used to

His father prolly didn't claim him neither

History do repeats itself, sometimes it don't need a reason

But I would like to say it's not your fault that he's hidin' another child

Give him grace, this the reason I made Mr. Morale

So our babies like you can cope later

Give you some confidence to go through somethin', it's hope later

I never wanna hear you chase a man 'cause his failed behavior

Sittin' in the club with sugar daddies for validation

You need to know that love is eternity and trumps all pain

I'll tell you who your father is, just play this song when it rains

Yes, he's a hitmaker, songwriter, superstar, right

And a fuckin' deadbeat that should never say "more life"

Meet the Grahams

[Verse 4]

Dear Aubrey

I know you probably thinkin' I wanted to crash your party

But truthfully, I don't have a hatin' bone in my body

This supposed to be a good exhibition within the game

But you fucked up the moment you called out my family's name

Why you had to stoop so low to discredit some decent people?

Guess integrity is lost when the metaphors doesn't reach you

And I like to understand 'cause your house was never a home

Thirty-seven, but you showin' up as a seven-year-old

You got gamblin' problems, drinkin' problems, pill-poppin' and spendin' problems

Bad with money, whorehouse

Solicitin' women problems, therapy's a lovely start

But I suggest some ayahuasca, strip the ego from the bottom

I try to empathize with you 'cause I know that you ain't been through nothin'

Crave entitlement, but wanna be liked so bad that it's puzzlin'

No dominance, let's recap moments when you didn't fit in

No secret handshakes with your friend

No cultural cachet to binge, just disrespectin' your mother

Identity's on the fence, don't know which family will love ya

The skin that you livin' in is compromised in personas

Can't channel your masculine even when standin' next to a woman

You a body shamer, you gon' hide them baby mamas, ain't ya?

You embarrassed of 'em, that's not right, that ain't how mama raised us

Take that mask off, I wanna see what's under them achievements

Why believe you? You never gave us nothin' to believe in

'Cause you lied about religious views, you lied about your surgery

You lied about your accent and your past tense, all is perjury

You lied about your ghostwriters, you lied about your crew members

They all pussy, you lied on 'em, I know they all got you in 'em

You lied about your son, you lied about your daughter, huh

You lied about them other kids that's out there hopin' that you come

You lied about the only artist that can offer you some help

Fuck a rap battle, this a long life battle with yourself

meet the grahams - Kendrick Lamar (Drake Diss)

[kcyars99]

“Dear Janice sit down, what I'm about to say is heavy, now listen

*clears throat * Mm-mm, your son’s a sick man with sick thoughts, I think niggas like him should die

Him and Weinstein should get fucked up in a cell for the rest their life

He hates Black women, hypersexualizes 'em with kinks of a nympho fetish

Grew facial hair because he understood bein' a beard just fit him better

He got sex offenders on ho-VO (or in this case bad boy)that he keep on a monthly allowance

A child should never be compromised and he keepin' his child around them

And we gotta raise our daughters knowin' there's predators like him lurkin'

Fuck a rap battle(or a lengthy jail sentence) , he should die so all of these women can live with a purpose

I been in this industry twelve years, I'ma tell y'all one lil' secret

It's some weird shit goin' on and some of these artists be here to police it

They be streamlinin' victims all inside of they home and callin' 'em tender

Then leak videos of themselves to further push their agendas

To any woman that be playin' his music, know that you're playin' your sister

Or better, you're sellin' your niece to the weirdos, not the good ones

Katt Williams said, "Get you the truth," so I'ma get mines

The Embassy 'bout to get raided too, it's only a matter of time

Ayy, LeBron, keep the family away, hey, Curry, keep the family away

To anybody that embody the love for their kids, keep the family away

They lookin' at you too if you standin' by him, keep the family away

I'm lookin' to shoot through any pervert that lives, keep the family safe”

I know this is a brutal Drake diss but they both have been accused of being groomers and abusers and associated themselves with groomers and abusers

Lock both of them up for the children and women’s sake (and the men too)

[jacksonkelly]

meet the kellys

Dear, Adonis

I'm sorry that that man is your friend, let me be honest

It takes a man to be a man, your friend is not responsive

I look at him and wish your other friend would've warned you

I'm sorry that you gotta grow up and then stand behind him

Life is hard, I know, the challenge is always gon' beat us home

Sometimes our friends make mistakes that affect us until we grown

And you're a good kid that need good leadership

Let me be your mentor since your friend don't teach you shit

Never let a man piss on your leg, son

Either you die right there or pop that man in the head, son

Never fall in the escort business, that's bad religion

Please remember, you could be a bitch even if you got bitches

Never code-switch, whether right or wrong, you a black man

Even if it don't benefit your goals, do some push-ups, get some discipline

Don't cut them corners like your friend did, fuck what Ozempic did

Don't pay to play with them Brazilians, get a gym membership

Understand, no throwin' rocks and hidin' hands, that's law

Don't be ashamed 'bout who you with, that's how he treat your moms

Don't have a kid to hide a kid to hide again, be sure

Five percent will comprehend, but 95 is lost

Be proud of who you are, your strength come from within

Lotta superstars that's real, but your friend ain't one of them

And you nothing like him, you'll carry yourself as king

Can't understand me right now? Just play this when you 18

Dear, Kathryn

Your son got some habits, I hope you don't undermine them

Especially with all the girls that's hurt inside this climate

You a woman, so you know how it feels to be in alignment

With emotion, hopin' a man can see you and not be blinded

Dear Jackie, you gave birth to a master manipulator

Even using you to prove who he is, is a huge favor

I think you should ask for more paper, and more paper

And more, uh, more paper

I'm blaming you for all his shopping addictions

Psychopath intuition, the man that like to play victim

You raised a horrible fucking person, the nerve of you, Jackie

Kathryn, sit down, what I'm about to say is heavy, now listen

Mm-mm, your son's a sick man with sick thoughts, I think niggas like him should die

Him and Weinstein should get fucked up in a cell for the rest they life

He hates Black women, hypersexualizes 'em with kinks of a nympho fetish

Grew facial hair because he understood bein' a beard just fit him better

He got sex offenders on school that he keep on a monthly allowance

A friend should never be compromised and he keepin' his friend around them

And we gotta raise our daughters knowin' there's predators like him lurkin'

Fuck a rap battle, he should die so all of these women can live with a purpose

I been in this industry for forever, I'ma tell y'all one lil' secret

It's some weird shit goin' on and some of these artists be here to police it

They be streamlinin' victims all inside of they home and callin' 'em tender

Then leak videos of themselves to further push their agendas

To any woman that be playin' his feelings, know that you're playin' your sister

Or better, you're sellin' your niece to the weirdos, not the good ones

Katt Williams said, "Get you the truth," so I'ma get mines

The home 'bout to get raided, too, it's only a matter of time

Ayy, Robinson, keep the family away, hey, King, keep the family away

To anybody that embody the love for they kids, keep the family away

They lookin' at you too if you standin' by him, keep the family away

I'm lookin' to shoot through any pervert that lives, keep the family safe

Dear, baby girl Reagan

I'm sorry that your brother not active inside your world

He don't commit to much but his feelings, yeah, that's for sure

He a narcissist, misogynist, livin' inside his mind

Try destroy families rather than takin' care of his own

Should be teachin' you timetables or watchin' Frozen with you

Or at your tenth birthday singin' poems with you

Instead, he be in Turks payin' for sex and poppin' Percs, examples that you don't deserve

I wanna tell you that you're loved, you're brave, you're kind

You got a gift to change the world, and could change your brother’s mind

'Cause our children is the future, but he lives inside confusion

Money's always been illusion, but that's the life he's used to

His father prolly didn't claim him neither

History do repeats itself, sometimes it don't need a reason

But I would like to say it's not your fault that he's hidin' you from the world

Give him grace, this the reason Kendrick made Mr. Morale

So our babies like you can cope later

Give you some confidence to go through somethin', it's hope later

I never wanna hear you chase a man 'cause his failed behavior

Sittin' in the club with sugar daddies for validation

You need to know that love is eternity and trumps all pain

I'll tell you who your brother is, just play this song when it rains

Yes, he's a hitmaker, songwriter, superstar, right

And a fuckin' deadbeat that should never say "more life"

Meet the Kellys

Dear, Jackson

I know you probably thinkin' I wanted to crash your party

But truthfully, I don't have a hatin' bone in my body

This supposed to be a good exhibition within the game

But you fucked up the moment you called out my family's name

Why you had to stoop so low to discredit some decent people?

Guess integrity is lost when the metaphors doesn't reach you

And I like to understand 'cause your house was never a home

17, but you showin' up as a seven-year-old

You got sexin' problems, drinkin' problems, pill-poppin' and spendin' problems

Bad with money, whorehouse

Solicitin' women problems, therapy's a lovely start

But I suggest some ayahuasca, strip the ego from the bottom

I try to empathize with you 'cause I know that you ain't been through nothin'

Crave entitlement, but wanna be liked so bad that it's puzzlin'

No dominance, let's recap moments when you didn't fit in

No secret handshakes with your friend

No cultural cachet to binge, just disrespectin' your mother

Identity's on the fence, don't know which family will love ya

The skin that you livin' in is compromised in personas

Can't channel your masculine even when standin' next to a woman

You a body shamer, you gon' hide them baby mamas, ain't ya?

You embarrassed of 'em, that's not right, that ain't how mama raised us

Take that mask off, I wanna see what's under them achievements

Why believe you? You never gave us nothin' to believe in

'Cause you lied about religious views, you lied about your surgery

You lied about your accent and your past tense, all is perjury

You lied about your ghostwriters, you lied about your crew members

They all pussy, you lied on 'em, I know they all got you in 'em

You lied about your friend, you lied about your sister, huh

You lied about that other niece that's out there hopin' that you come

You lied about the only artist that can offer you some help

Fuck a battle, this a long life battle with yourself

[golden--goofball]

Dear, Adonis I'm sorry that that man is your father, let me be honest It takes a man to be a man, your dad is not responsive I look at him and wish your grandpa would've wore a condom I'm sorry that you gotta grow up and then stand behind him Life is hard, I know, the challenge is always gon' beat us home Sometimes our parents make mistakes that affect us until we grown And you're a good kid that need good leadership Let me be your mentor since your daddy don't teach you shit

Never let a man piss on your leg, son Either you die right there or pop that man in the head, son Never fall in the escort business, that's bad religion Please remember, you could be a bitch even if you got bitches Never code-switch, whether right or wrong, you a black man Even if it don't benefit your goals, do some push-ups, get some discipline Don't cut them corners like your daddy did, fuck what Ozempic did Don't pay to play with them Brazilians, get a gym membership

Understand, no throwin' rocks and hidin' hands, that's law Don't be ashamed 'bout who you with, that's how he treat your moms Don't have a kid to hide a kid to hide again, be sure Five percent will comprehend, but 95 is lost Be proud of who you are, your strength come from within Lotta superstars that's real, but your daddy ain't one of them And you nothing like him, you'll carry yourself as king Can't understand me right now? Just play this when you 18

Dear, Sandra Your son got some habits, I hope you don't undermine them Especially with all the girls that's hurt inside this climate You a woman, so you know how it feels to be in alignment With emotion, hopin' a man can see you and not be blinded Dear Dennis, you gave birth to a master manipulator Even using you to prove who he is, is a huge favor I think you should ask for more paper, and more paper And more, uh, more paper

I'm blaming you for all his gambling addictions Psychopath intuition, the man that like to play victim You raised a horrible fucking person, the nerve of you, Dennis Sandra, sit down, what I'm about to say is heavy, now listen

Mm-mm, your son's a sick man with sick thoughts, I think niggas like him should die Him and Weinstein should get fucked up in a cell for the rest they life He hates Black women, hypersexualizes 'em with kinks of a nympho fetish Grew facial hair because he understood bein' a beard just fit him better

He got sex offenders on hoe-VO that he keep on a monthly allowance A child should never be compromised and he keepin' his child around them And we gotta raise our daughters knowin' there's predators like him lurkin' Fuck a rap battle, he should die so all of these women can live with a purpose

I been in this industry 12 years, I'ma tell y'all one lil' secret It's some weird shit goin' on and some of these artists be here to police it They be streamlinin' victims all inside of they home and callin' 'em tender Then leak videos of themselves to further push their agendas

To any woman that be playin' his music, know that you're playin' your sister Or better, you're sellin' your niece to the weirdos, not the good ones Katt Williams said, "Get you the truth, " so I'ma get mines The Embassy 'bout to get raided, too, it's only a matter of time Ayy, LeBron, keep the family away, hey, Curry, keep the family away To anybody that embody the love for they kids, keep the family away They lookin' at you too if you standin' by him, keep the family away I'm lookin' to shoot through any pervert that lives, keep the family safe

Dear, baby girl I'm sorry that your father not active inside your world He don't commit to much but his music, yeah, that's for sure He a narcissist, misogynist, livin' inside his songs Try destroy families rather than takin' care of his own Should be teachin' you timetables or watchin' Frozen with you Or at your eleventh birthday singin' poems with you Instead, he be in Turks payin' for sex and poppin' Percs, examples that you don't deserve

I wanna tell you that you're loved, you're brave, you're kind You got a gift to change the world, and could change your father's mind 'Cause our children is the future, but he lives inside confusion Money's always been illusion, but that's the life he's used to His father prolly didn't claim him neither History do repeats itself, sometimes it don't need a reason But I would like to say it's not your fault that he's hidin' another child Give him grace, this the reason I made Mr. Morale

So our babies like you can cope later Give you some confidence to go through somethin', it's hope later I never wanna hear you chase a man 'cause his failed behavior Sittin' in the club with sugar daddies for validation You need to know that love is eternity and trumps all pain I'll tell you who your father is, just play this song when it rains Yes, he's a hitmaker, songwriter, superstar, right And a fuckin' deadbeat that should never say "more life" Meet the Grahams

Dear, Aubrey I know you probably thinkin' I wanted to crash your party But truthfully, I don't have a hatin' bone in my body This supposed to be a good exhibition within the game But you fucked up the moment you called out my family's name Why you had to stoop so low to discredit some decent people? Guess integrity is lost when the metaphors doesn't reach you And I like to understand 'cause your house was never a home

37, but you showin' up as a seven-year-old You got gamblin' problems, drinkin' problems, pill-poppin' and spendin' problems Bad with money, whorehouse Solicitin' women problems, therapy's a lovely start But I suggest some ayahuasca, strip the ego from the bottom

I try to empathize with you 'cause I know that you ain't been through nothin' Crave entitlement, but wanna be liked so bad that it's puzzlin' No dominance, let's recap moments when you didn't fit in No secret handshakes with your friend No cultural cachet to binge, just disrespectin' your mother Identity's on the fence, don't know which family will love ya The skin that you livin' in is compromised in personas Can't channel your masculine even when standin' next to a woman

You a body shamer, you gon' hide them baby mamas, ain't ya? You embarrassed of 'em, that's not right, that ain't how mama raised us Take that mask off, I wanna see what's under them achievements Why believe you? You never gave us nothin' to believe in 'Cause you lied about religious views, you lied about your surgery You lied about your accent and your past tense, all is perjury

You lied about your ghostwriters, you lied about your crew members They all pussy, you lied on 'em, I know they all got you in 'em You lied about your son, you lied about your daughter, huh You lied about them other kids that's out there hopin' that you come You lied about the only artist that can offer you some help Fuck a rap battle, this a long life battle with yourself

uhhhh 25

[theprincessofbears]

I am truly sorry to see people in the comments who has been a victim of "tough love" emotional abuse. I agree with most things you say and yet I think y'all don't see the whole picture because the situation is a bit more complicated that just an example of "tough love".

So I present you my long speach as the answer on the question "is Jake Sully a good father?" There's TLDR at the end so you can skip all the explanations and get right to my conclusion lol

The best way to judge about parenting is to look at children and their behavior. We didn't get a lot scenes with Sully's family being together but judging of what we've got

1) They accept each other. Even Spider the colonel's son, who tried to kill Jake and Neytiri several times. They trust and care for each other, the parents believe their children, no matter what strange things they say at first glance. When Kiri told about Eywa 's heartbeat that she hears Jake only ask how it beats. He didn't make Kiri feel strange, misunderstood or even sick weirdo. 2) Jake and Neytiri are always ready to help their children, no matter what troubles they get into and the children are not afraid to tell their parents that they are in trouble. Of course they will get a well-deserved beating after all, but not at the moment when the children need their parents' help 3) The children are always together. They don't fight with each other, don't bulling, don't compete for the attention of parents. Yes, Jake imposes on them a responsibility that they are not yet ready to bear (I'll say more about it below), but he is not "I love only my firstborn, who does as I say and complete my orders". I'm pretty sure that if Jake started to act so, Neitiry would stop him just like she stops him everytime he gets too hard for his sons.

So they act as a normal happy family. Sure they have some probles and misunderstandings, but like everybody do have 'em. Don't be so critical guys, we all have flaws

About "sir" part. Jake is a millitary, he's soldier. And the life on Pandora isn't easy at all. Any mistake can lead to death and a father's duty is to protect his family. Jake claims obedience in the best way he know - army discipline. Jake had teach his children to fight and to survive, they knows what to do if someones catch 'em and etc. He didn't teach them such things because idk it was the only things he knows, no. But because it's his way to protect his family.

And this is one of the main reasons why his children want to be "useful". It's a normally ordinary thing that children want to help their parents and to know that their help is appreciated. But the risks are too high so Jake takes only the best and treats his children like mini-adults. Which is not right and which is why younger son feels lonely and do a lot stupid things to proof that "hey I can do better, I'm worthy son too" Dude you're fourteen, take a deep breath, relax and stop trying to impress your father that doesn't actually needs to be empressed, he just wants you to be safe so please think before you do anything stupid involving a lot of risk ok…

Yet I don't believe that Jake requires to call him "sir" and do other army things in everydays life. Some scenes shows us that he jokes with his sons and having other normal dad and children moments (remember "they act as a normal happy family") after the crisis is gone. But the whole film is critically dangerous situation so Jake goes even more hard than he did before.

I'm was so angry at the moment when Jake said "you've done enough" to Lo'ak. It's like the first things NOT to say to your child in such situation. But this moment is also sad especially if you look at it throught Jake's eyes because, as I said previously, Jake did everything he could to not let this happen. He trusted his children, he had teach them so they wouldn't get in such situations and yet they did bc you know children will always do stupid and forbidden things. And he couldn't help them because of them, because they wanted to be "useful" for him and because they wanted to protect each other and their friends. Woah, it's hurts

Does it excuse the fact that Jake had take it out at his son? No. He shouldn't have done it that under any circumstances and the thing he said made the situation even harder that it was before. I feel sorry for both Jake and Lo'ak and their motivations is quite understandable and good yet both have leaded to bad ending. I hope they'll figure out how to life through and fix mistakes they've done to each other

TLDR: Summing up all the things together. Is Jake Sully a good father? Yes, he loves and cares a lot about his family. But he would be a better one if he explained more clearly to his children why he ask them to do as he says because he only wants them to be protected and safe. That he doesn't need to be impressed because he did love, loves and will love all of them equally.

Me when I saw the Sully kids

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When I heard them call Jake Sir and saw him completely suck at parenting