#when he says you're born to do this i bawled

[bbokicidal]

Hihi congratulations on 1k! Lixie family prompt 3 and 6 please omg I'd die for that cute sight 🥺

Oh, goodness. Ty also!! I really appreciate it n I love seeing u in my notifs all the time!!

Family Prompts #3 & #6 : Having Triplets + Reacting to their Firsts - Lee Felix

Felix... oh, Felix.

Man is STRESSED the second he finds out you're having three babies at once. Buuuut, he's also so, so excited!!!! He's going to spoil the shit out of these babies and if you think otherwise, you're absolutely wrong.

He's doing everything he can during the pregnancy process. Finding a place for you two with a massive room for a nursery - painting that nursery, decorating it with you with pinks, blues, and yellows. I cannot put into words how absolutely excited he is to have three babies with you.

He's also the type to kiss your tummy at every given point he can. He'll sit behind you and hold up your bump every evening for some time so you can relax with the weight off of your back, massage your shoulders for you - keep you as relaxed as possible.

He will do his absolute best to do everything he can for the babies once they're born. Waking up with you to watch what you do when they get fussy, rocking them to sleep when you're too tired to do so, feeding them bottles and changing them so carefully that they fall asleep on the changing table in his gentle hold.

(Before you ask - Yes. They all have his freckles.)

And as they get older, he'll freak out about every thing they do. Especially when one of your daughter's first words is during a little interview where he introduces them to his group members - and the word she says is '아저씨 [Ajussi/Uncle]' to Chan because she remembers him from photos you've shown her.

He'll bawl when he sees them all curled up with their uncles, too. All the little girls just balled up in their arms, one sleeping on Changbin's tummy and chest, one drooling on Jeongin's arm as he holds her, and one clinging to Jisung in her sleep while he sleeps beneath her on the floor.

The first time he brings them with him to work because you're out of town with your family, he cries at that, too. He sniffles a little seeing them now old enough to run around with the others, Jeongin and Seungmin chasing two of them down while the third is entertained by Minho and Hyunjin painting her nails and blowing on them.

And the first time he plays dress up with them, he knows this is all he's ever wanted in life. He fills truly fulfilled - Having his dream career with his best friends, being married to an amazing woman and having three beautiful daughters with her...

[covenists]

✦ I LOVE SPRINGSTEEN, FADED BLUE JEANS, TENNESSEE WHISKEY, L. NORRIS

you know you'd always love him just like you love your whiskey and jeans.

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[bakugoushotwife]

a/n: some of my self-ship ramblings while i'm supposed to be writing gojo kinktober skfjskhdkgdf--this will be the family set up for a series of mine ;)

everyone says girl dad gojo this boy dad gojo that, when in reality it's gojo and his son + his two little sisters.

oh gojo just fusses all over his firstborn son when he arrives, all glossy eyed with pride as he boasts about the gojo line—and his son being the strongest yet! (though he'd rather die than let his son face the same perils he did-)

your husband turns into such a doting father with his little sidekick, teaching him how to gush over mama, but how to pick daddy's side. oh his son is just his best friend! a little carbon copy of him down to the dimples. he takes him everywhere once he's about five, letting your son traverse the school with him if for no other reason than to boast over his spawn. he's such a little gentleman thanks to tips from daddy, picking fistfuls of dirt and dandelion to plop on the table while you're making dinner—eyes of blue you know all too well grinning up at you, a smile that's missing a tooth or two. "got you flowers mama!" he brags, stepping up on his helper's stool to get a look at what you're doing—stage one clinger and nosy freak like his dad. you giggle at the mess and nod, patting his hair and thanking him with kisses.

"what about my kisses?" your husband smirks, revealing a proper bouquet from behind his back as he peeks over your opposite shoulder. your giggles intensify as you give him the same treatment, letting satoru finish up the food so you could put your bouquet and your dandelions away in a vase.

"i wanna help you daddy!" the high pitched determination from your son has your heart melting, and satoru doesn't think he could get any happier.

that is until his first daughter is born. his son changed his life, but the little girl in his arms now has him sobbing as she bats white lashes up at him—he knows he'll never be the same person, now forever occupied with her safety and happiness, raising her to be a good person, a sweet and kind person like you. her big brother is just as invested, eager to help his tired parents and hardly complaining about the baby's crying. he wants to be a big man like daddy, so he'll follow satoru into her nursery and help give her bottles while you sleep, though satoru (jokingly) wishes he was old enough to change a diaper—you've created some dynamic shitters, not that your son was any better.

but oh how his daughter was his sunshine. such a delicate and powerful little thing too, he didn't even know how to treat her at first. with his son it was easy, he was unafraid. but with his daughter, he knows he'll be the example in her life and he's terrified to mess it up. but he gets the hang of it—and she absolutely adores her father.

maybe one of these days you'll get one that prefers you, though your son is quite the mommy's boy thanks to satoru's shining performance.

the girl though, all hopes of her being sweet and kind go out the window by the time she's four. she's a mouthy little thing, bossing around her big brother, who's definitely grown less charmed with being a big brother—only on the outside. he still adores his little sister, but he does roll his eyes when you tell him that you're pregnant with another girl.

the baby of the family, satoru bawls when he holds her yet again. she's just as strong and beautiful as his first two, but by far the biggest daddy's girl yet. she grows up under the protection of her older siblings—her big sister dresses her like her own personal babydoll and her big brother rescues her from such activities. she is sweet and lovely despite her siblings, and you think it's a miracle. that only lasts so long, though.

satoru spoils all of his kids, but his girls are so snotty by the time they reach puberty, no boys can even catch their attention. this was all to his design of course, he would not have his smart, strong, and talented girls bogged down by boy troubles, gag. as bratty as satoru was in high school, imagine two of them. as girls. yes.

the teenage sisters are closer than close—banding up against their annoying big brother when he comes by to poke at them, the once protector turned aggressor—though he would die for his sisters without a second thought.

don't even get me started on gojo's son. if the girls are bratty, satoru's carbon copy is entitled and smug, even more handsome than his dad thanks to your enhancements and the only next gen gojo man? he's intolerable by the time he graduates, and satoru is absolutely tickled about it—even asking for another baby as yours grow and prepare to leave the nest. he's a family man, and so so good with babies...you may just give into his wishes just to witness it some more. <3

[adragonsfriend]

Yoda and the Story of Zhuangzi's wife

We've all heard Yoda's words about letting go in Revenge of the Sith,

"Careful you must be when sensing the future, Anakin. The fear of loss is a path to the dark side…Death is a natural part of life. Rejoice for those around you who transform into the Force. Mourn them, do not. Miss them, do not. Attachment leads to jealousy. The shadow of greed, that is."

It's one of the phrases most often used to call Yoda unfeeling, cold, mean to Anakin, etcetera, and I would like to look at the same lesson presented in nearly the same circumstance, but one with does not have Anakin, and therefore everyone's feelings about Anakin, plastered all over it.

The story of Zhuangzi's wife is a taoist one which was brought up to me as a point of comparison by @tai-feng:

莊子妻死，惠子弔之，莊子則方箕踞鼓盆而歌。惠子曰：與人居長子，老身死，不哭亦足矣，��鼓盆而歌，不亦甚乎。 Zhuangzi's wife died. When Huizi (his friend) went to convey his condolences, he found Zhuangzi sitting with his legs sprawled out, pounding on a tub and singing. "You lived with her, she brought up your children and grew old," said Huizi. "It should be enough simply not to weep at her death. But pounding on a tub and singing—this is going too far, isn't it?" 莊子曰：不然。是其始死也，我獨何能無概然。察其始而本無生，非徒無生也，而本無形，非徒無形也，而本無氣。雜乎芒芴之間，變而有氣，氣變而有形，形變而有生，今又變而之死，是相與為春秋冬夏四時行也。 Zhuangzi said, "You're wrong. When she first died, do you think I didn't grieve like anyone else? But I looked back to her beginning and the time before she was born. Not only the time before she was born, but the time before she had a body. Not only the time before she had a body, but the time before she had a spirit. In the midst of the jumble of wonder and mystery a change took place and she had a spirit. Another change and she had a body. Another change and she was born. Now there's been another change and she's dead. It's just like the progression of the four seasons, spring, summer, fall, winter." 人且偃然寢於巨室，而我噭噭然隨而哭之，自以為不通乎命，故止也。 "Now she's going to lie down peacefully in a vast room. If I were to follow after her bawling and sobbing, it would show that I don't understand anything about fate. So I stopped."

— Zhuangzi, chapter 18 (Watson translation)

Zhuangzi is perhaps gentler than Yoda in the way he presents the lesson; he leads Huizi through his own thought process to his ultimate conclusion rather than stating a pure philosophical ideal, but his circumstances are also different than Yoda's.

Huizi serves as a stand in for a student listening to the story for the first time. He is totally naive to the lesson Zhuangzi has to teach him.

Anakin comes to Yoda as an adult, seeking advice, not as a child whose every decision should have to be monitored by the adults around him. When Anakin is unwilling to share the details of his situation, it is not Yoda's place to interrogate him for those details or solve his problems for him.

Personally, (no one rip me apart for oversimplifying a little here) I do not interrogate my friends for every detail anytime they say they are having a rough time, no matter how curious I might be. I listen to the details they want to share, ask for clarifying details if they are relevant, and if I am told enough to recognize a way I could help, I offer them that help. If they refuse my help, or do not offer me a way to help, I offer what advice or what comfort I can. I do not barge into their life and start making decisions for them, because they are adults with reasonable understandings of the world and are more capable of making decisions for themselves than I am, no matter how much I want to be able to make all their problems go away.

To put it another way, I let go of my curiosity, my desire to prove myself helpful, and my desire for a perfect world in order to respect the autonomy of my friends by allowing them to decide how to live and what help to accept.

Anakin gives Yoda nothing to work with except that he is having visions of the possible pain, suffering, or death of someone close to him. They are in the middle of a war, there is pain, suffering, and death everywhere. The person closest to Anakin that Yoda knows about is Obi-Wan, another adult that can take care of himself. Frankly, even if Yoda suspected anything, Padmé is an adult who can take care of herself.

Anakin is an adult who comes to Yoda for advice, not a child seeking an intervention, and Yoda offers him the best advice he has, in a manner that Anakin clearly understands, because he responds to the speech by asking,

"What must I do, Master Yoda?"

He understands what Yoda is saying and asks more about what it means for him. This is the moment where he implies, truthfully or not, that he is ready to learn the lesson, and that he can deal with the problem on his own. There is nothing else Yoda can to without more concrete details but offer him a final instruction,

"Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose."

Sometimes the idea that George Lucas had religious inspirations outside of Christianity when it came to the central themes of Star Wars is greatly distrusted in the fandom, but a lot of Star Wars actually validates the fact that he was interested in a lot more than borrowing Samurai aesthetics. It is more common, in my experience, to see the eastern influenced parts of Jedi philosophy denigrated, misunderstood, and over-simplified than the parts which are influenced by christianity.

To me it is difficult, if not impossible, to reconcile concepts of unconditional love and absolute forgiveness without also understanding what it means to let go of attachment.

[fqiryspit]

𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 , 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧.𝐣

summary: you suppose that in this life you weren't meant to be happy, I guess the only thing to do now is wait for it to end.

cw: drabble not too long, angst, unplanned pregnancy, postpartum depression, cheating, ect.

hard patches suck. everyone knows that. people fade from each other and grow on others for comfort. just human nature.

that's probably what got you through erens cheating. you can't just divorce him, not after you got this far.

goodness, you must have looked horrible. walking into couples therapy with a baby bump. you didn't mean to get pregnant. truly.

you think it's what made him stay. no, you know it's why he's in bed next to you. if you can even say that. you don't feel him. not anymore.

you don't have sex anymore. it doesn't bother you, you're too empty to yearn for sex and he doesn't want to touch you.

when you were bawling in bed about how he cheated, he came to comfort you and you let him in, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your tear-soaked jaw while muttering "I'm so sorry"

you don't even know why you let him "make it up to you" by him putting his dick in you. now, your marriage is a wreck with a baby on the way. how nice.

his empty cold gaze when you told him didn't shock you but the question about couples therapy did. it was...nice...he cared.

but that's over now, you have a family. you're a mother, a wife. just keep doing that and you'll be happy, he'll be happy.

you think when the baby was born he got more distant. you didn't really care as he wasn't cheating, so you're relationship was fine. that's what you worked off of.

back to back sleeping and short conversations is what you lived off of. this is your life

what am I even saying?

you blinked, snapping out of whatever recap that took you away from what was in front of you. your baby boy.

you spun your head around to look at eren as he ties his tie in the mirror, a baby squirming in your hands brings your focus back once more as he reaches to tug on your hair

"no, baby" you mumbled, voice sore from only a few words per day. you pushed him to your chest, seeking warmth but as he whined and wiggled you realized he was too. you looked at him with emptiness, he needed his mother but you aren't that. that isn't something you can be right now. he reached up, grabbing a piece of your hair and tugging it. hard.

you winced and eren walks up to you, talking him from your hands

"you know, he got that from me" he starts, padding him on his back as he molds himself onto eren, he always did prefer his dad.

"mm," you respond, folding some baby clothes as he continues to mumble,

"my mom had to cut her hair short because I wouldn't stop, I'd just tug and tug and tug" his voice wandered off into a light whisper as he held him up to his face and moved attention to him

he placed him in your arms and reached a hand around your head to move you close for a dry kiss on your forehead, it was cold like always. he moved to the front door, grabbing the rest of his items before turning to you

"love you," he said as he looked into your eyes with what you can only describe as pity

"love you too." and that was that as he closed the door to living his life out there as you do in here.

an: <3333

[house-afire]

What to Expect When You're Not Expecting (Fang/Izzy, pregnancy fantasy)

Prompt: 100 words of getting him pregnant

“I wish you could knock me up,” Fang said.

This was what Izzy got for lounging about after a fuck like he hadn’t a care in the fucking world. It was too easy to wind up like this, loose-limbed and cock-drunk, his sweat-soaked hair rubbing against Fang’s belly. Izzy had to use him as a pillow—or so he told himself—’cos the bed was narrow as a virgin’s arsehole. No room for two unless you piled atop each other like this. God only knew how some aboard managed their little fuck-arounds.

He couldn’t run away from whatever the hell fancy Fang was spinning for himself. His leg was halfway across the room, swaddled up cozy in a blanket.

Bit like it was the babe Fang was apparently after. Izzy gave it a look like it had betrayed him, playing along with all this.

He didn’t know why his hand found its way to Fang’s belly too, resting there in front of his eyes.

“Well, I can’t,” Izzy said. It came out blustery somehow, indignant and spitty and riled-up, like he was months back, talking to a peacocking Spriggs. “Have Roach explain it to you, if you’ve gone this long without—”

“I know how it works, boss.” Fang patted his stomach. His hand fell to the side of Izzy’s at first and then, almost shyly, straight on it. “Got nowhere to put it. But if you could.”

If he could. If he could, he’d still be a one-legged pirate past his prime, sailing on a ship where the crew was already vulnerable and downy enough without adding an infant in the mix. He had enough to take care of already. He had a child, he’d wind up throwing himself in the fucking sea.

But he remembered Calypso’s Birthday—the sweep of gold glitter above his eyes, the cloud-pale shimmer, his painted lips against a goddess’s hand. No one had come right out and said he wasn’t pretty, that it was all just paint and pretend. Fang had draped a chain of flowers around his neck. There were times and places when the world this lot believed in wouldn’t die straight-out like a hothouse bloom in the cold.

Nothing cold and brisk about the times he shared his bed with Fang.

They weren’t talking about a real child that would bawl its fucking head off and shit its drawers and deserve more than Izzy could give it. They weren’t, he realized with a hot wash of something, even talking about it getting born at all. Fang would be good at it, having a little one, but that wasn’t what this was bout. Just Fang carrying it. Just Izzy putting it in him.

“You’d swell up,” Izzy said. “Have to loosen your leathers.”

“Ooh,” Fang said happily. “You’re right, Izzy. And they say your feet swell up too. Would you rub them for me? My little tootsies?”

“Christ. I’d have to, or I’d never hear the end of it. Bonnet would probably hold a fucking intervention. Because they’d know—” What he was trying to get out was too big and jagged, like he couldn’t force the words from his throat. But he did anyway—for his own sake, this time. “Because they’d all know it was mine. Ours. Wouldn’t they?”

“Of course they would.” Fang sounded almost scandalized by any threat to his imaginary fucking child’s legitimacy. “We’d tell them. ‘Izzy and I are having a baby.’ Bet there’d be cake. And Pete could make a crib for it—”

“It’s my fucking firstborn, I’ll make it a crib.”

“—and Wee John could knit it little booties—”

“I can feel it,” Izzy said, spreading his fingers out on Fang’s belly, a starfish on the shore he could really call home. “Kicking. Can’t you?”

Fang wriggled under his touch, pink-cheeked and pleased as anything. “They say that’s a good sign,” he said, and he took his hand off Izzy’s and put it on Izzy’s cheek instead, turning Izzy’s head up to look at him. “When you can feel it like this. Means, you know, that it’s healthy.”

First healthy fucking thing he ever had a part of, then.

“Good,” Izzy said. He swallowed. “I suppose I’ll do my best to take care of you both, then, so it stays that way.”

He kept his hand where it was. It rose and fell with Fang’s belly as he breathed. A sign of life against his palm. A sheltered little hothouse bloom that could thrive so long as he stayed cupped over it.

[kai-anderson-whore]

You promised yourself you'd never (jimmy darling x pregnant wife reader)

Summary: you and Jimmy have been married for years and are now starting a family of your own but with the heartbreak that's happened at the freak show takes its toll on your husband

Warnings: angst, alcohol abuse, labour, childbirth, mentions of death

A/n: jimmy darling got the most votes on the poll a fee days ago I'll post the next fic in the upcoming days enjoy

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To say things in the freakshow have been weird this past year is an understatement elsa is now on her way to fulfilling her dream of becoming a star with the help of Stanley but you didn't trust it call it a daughters intuition you wanted to look out for you mother and your family.

But what really got to you was the fact your marriage with jimmy was on the rocks, ever since dell came along you noticed his strange behavior like he's keeping something from you, you had a talk with Ethel and discovered that dell was infact your husbands father, Ethel trusted you enough to tell you that but you couldn't imagine how painful it must have been for her to see her sons father infront of his eyes and do nothing that was until the incident with amazon eve.

Jimmy set out to have a talk with dell in the town, you expected him to be gone an hour or two but he never returned till the next morning, you were heavily pregnant with Jimmy's child you stayed at Ethel's till Jimmy came home in the early hours shouting and bawling Clinging on to dell.

You stood outside his mother's door watching Jimmy with the look of disappointment he never drank a day in his life and here he is drunk, "where the fuck were you jimmy" you sighed annoyed holding onto your obvious bump through your nightgown, "baby I went to town" he slurred "get in the caravan jimmy" you said crossing your arms together.

Elsa told dell something you weren't really caring about, "Jimmy I gotta tell you something is the toledo code the minute you let a woman tell you what to do is the minute you hand your balls to them" dell stated making you, your mother and desiree pissed, "I wanna keep my balls" jimmy slurred going on to tell elsa things are going to change.

"Dell you get your son in that caravan and get him to sleep cause I ain't you got him in that state you deal with him" you snapped walking off, "y/n no where are you going" jimmy yelled in a slur, "to my mom's tent till you sober up" was all you said going into elsa's tent.

*a few weeks later*

From then on everything got worse Ethel passed away jimmy was out his mind with drinking all the time it wasn't jimmy anymore he wasn't the man you fell in love with and married at 17 years old.

You didn't want the baby being born with their father drinking all the time you had enough, you went to get breakfast you could hear Jimmy shouting at himself thinking it was someone trying to start drama in his own head, you made yourself a sandwich something light you couldn't eat much with worry.

"Baby" Jimmy slurred guzzling down a bottle of beer you let out a sigh through your nose trying not to get mad, but it was hard when your literally about to drop a baby any moment and your hormones are going crazy, "you talking to me or that bottle jimmy" you huffed going to sit with the others whilst they ate, "What's your problem y/n" Jimmy raised his voice throwing the last of the bottle away at the end of the table alone.

"You Jimmy, you're my problem look I get it your grieving but drinking ain't the answer not when you have a wife and a baby ready to be born at any given moment Ethel wouldn't have wanted this for you" you sighed cradling your bump.

"Well nothing we can do now y/n because she's dead she's not coming back" he slurred his eyes threatening to fall shut, you felt angry that he would say that he knew what it was like being a kid with a parent who has drinking problems why would he want his baby to be brought up the same, "you better get your act together jimmy before this baby is born the ball is on your side of the court now because I'm done trying I gave my fucking life to you darling you have responsibilities now so wise up before it's too late" you yelled slamming your fist on the wooden table before walking off to cool down desiree following behind you.

"FUCK" you could hear jimmy yelling kicking something in his way you didn't care you just went to your trailer the tears slipping out your eyes, "it's alright sweetheart it's going to be alright" desiree assured holding your frail pregnant body close to her as your sobbed into her arms.

"I'm tired of this des I'm just so so tired" you hiccuped in-between sobs, you couldn't take it anymore if he wasn't going to listen to you who would he listen to, "maybe dell could maybe get to him it's worth a try" desiree suggested you were desperate so you had to talk to del, you nodded in agreement going to find dell.

You searched everywhere for dell finally finding him near the main tent talking to Stanley, "dell I need to talk to you" you said earning the attention from the two men who noticed your tear stained eyes, "after me your first in line" Stanley chuckled trying to gain dell's attention back to their conversation, "Stanley I'd advise you not to piss me off now beat it I need to talk to you dell it's important" you urged "I'll be a moment stanley" dell excused himself his hand on the small of your back guiding you somewhere more private.

"What's wrong?" Dell asked his eyes scanning your face in concern, "it's jimmy he's going down a very bad slope with the booze dell I can't get through to him but maybe you can just tell him how much it fucked everything up for you as a dad or something just tell him anything he needs you more than ever now" you began to breakdown again sitting on a sack of hay dell didn't know what to do.

He was terrified to share his feeling with jimmy on why he abandoned him, "you at least owe him that anyway dell it might give him the closure he needs" you said dell sighed heavily taking a seat next to you, "I'll try and get through to him you and the baby needs him more than anything right now" was all dell could say you nodded staring at the ground silence filling the space.

"Why did you leave him" you suddenly asked wanting to know, "I was so scared he had what I got criticised for not having by my family and I freaked out when I saw his hands they brought up the past I know it's a shitty excuse but it's true" dell stated feeling the guilt eat him up.

"But I wanted to come back I wanted to be there for him I missed so much if his life, his first word, steps, birthdays, Christmas even his own wedding I just don't know how to make up for lost time" dell sighed a stray tear slipping out his eye letting himself be vulnerable, "just be there for him right now dell you can't make up to jimmy for all that lost time but think of it this way you can gain those memories with your grandchild all those things that you missed out you and Jimmy can make even more special memories" you smiled hoping that maybe that would lift dell's spirits up.

"You know what y/n your right maybe me coming here is really a blessing I can't turn back time and make the right choice with jimmy but maybe being there for him now and for this family" dell smiled you trying to push your body up from the sack of hay with dell's assistance to get on with your day.

Jimmy was no where in sight you thought he probably went into town or something you weren't to sure, you went into your mother's tent to talk with her but she was again talking to Stanley it seems if so whenever you wanted to your mother or anyone for that matter he was there rambling on about showbiz and their chance in Hollywood you had a feeling it was all talk about it all.

"Mom?" You tried to gain her attention like a toddler wanting to show their parents a picture they drawn, "not now y/n can you see I am busy my darling" your mother's German accent shushed you Stanley glanced over at you with a smug smile like it was a competition for anyone's attention against you, you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the pettiness of it all your mother was so dumb to fall for it.

"Just think about what I'm offering elsa" was the last thing Stanley said to her before walking past you but not without that smug grin on his face, you scrunched your face at him taking a seat on the sofa, "what was that all about?" You asked cradling your bump trying to get yourself comfortable but it was no use.

"He wants me to be on the television I don't want to be on television I prefer the beauty of the silverscreen" your mother shrugged you scoffed she's really falling for that, "what are you scoffing at my sweet child huh?" Elsa raised her eyebrow at you waiting on your answer, "mother you tried to shoot your shot at fame but look where that got you here hiding the fact that your a freak too it's not right at all" you sighed shaking your head.

"If I remember you married a man who has lobster claws as hands and your carrying his unborn child in that stomach of yours" your mother took offence to your statement pointing her finger at you, "exactly there's nothing to be ashamed of your just like the rest of them mother sure you weren't born with the disformity but you can relate to them I'm the lucky one I could have ran and had a better life but I chose not to because this is my family" you argued back with her proving your point that this is her family she would be leaving behind.

"Because you fell in love your lucky you have someone to love you I'd kill to have someone love me like jimmy loves you y/n you have it very lucky child" elsa hissed she was always jealous of you and Jimmy's relationship since she always wanted to be loved, "well I don't think that's the case anymore" you whispered your hormones now switching rapidly from pissed off to on the verge of tears.

"Why whats the matter my darling" elsa asked of course your mother hadn't noticed that your marriage was on the rocks when everyone else saw, "I tried to talk to you about it all the time of but you wouldn't have noticed since your too busy thinking about yourself as per usual" you snapped a single tear leaving your eyes, elsa's face dropped now realising how much you were hurting and how alone you felt.

"I needed you mother and you were to busy thinking about elsa Mars like always Jimmy's even too busy getting drunk every second of everyday i- I just feel so alone" you sobbed finally having enough you needed a good cry and let all of your emotions out after months of keeping them in.

"But I thought you and Jimmy were fine now" elsa thought out loud you let out another scoff, "Oh yeah mother my husband and I are getting along great Jimmy's just getting drunk all the time barely bothers with me and I'm a raging ball of hormones" you scoffed shaking your head.

"I'll so sorry my darling you and Jimmy will sort things out you always do" you just nodded at elsa's words making your way out the tent jimmy was still no where to be seen.

Later on that night you laid on you and Jimmy's shared bed your record player on to some soft music you held your bump singing softly to your unborn child. You couldn't help but smile thinking how much closer you were to seeing their little face.

You were snapped out of your peaceful mind with the door banging closed revealing the culprit jimmy, staggering in drunk of his mind, "fuck" he slurred almost tripping over his own feet you just watched him not saying anything.

His back was opposite you so you couldn't see his face as jimmy tried to take his shirt off leaving himself in his old worn out wife beater on, "this fucking shirt" he huffed throwing it on the table once he finally got the fabric off with a struggle you cleared your throat gaining your husbands attention.

"And where were you jimmy" you asked  nonchalantly you were over this now this was Jimmy's problem to deal with if he wants to drink himself into the gutter then so be it, "out making a little more dough than we usually make like always" he slurred you knew about the tupperware party's for years and it did bring a decent amount of money home so you were fine with it.

"Okay I'm surprised you even made your way back home never mind getting those woman off in that state" you shrugged, "well I made it home and I made a few bucks now I want to open a beer and lay down" jimmy slurred opening the small refrigerator realising its empty from alcohol.

"Where's my beers?" He asked closing the door then opening it back it hoping that maybe the fridge would magically spawn a pack of beers, "well they went down your throat jimmy" you recalled getting yourself off the bed to make yourself some tea, "no I could have sworn I had a few-" jimmy was cut off by you latching onto your stomach in pain a loud groan of pain leaving your lips.

Your body was bent over the counter a wave of fear and panic washed over you, "What's wrong y/n" Jimmy asked also in shock and fear his body sobering up seeing you in such pain.

"I think my waters broke" you groaned your nightgown now soaked another Sharp pain overpowering your body making you let out a scream of agony, "AHH jimmy get my mom please" you begged jimmy laid you down on the bed rushing out to get your mother.

You laid there trying to get your breathing back to normal but everytime you managed to get your breathing more normal then the pain cane back as time went by the pain became more frequent.

The pain was unbearable you couldn't believe the pains of the contractions you were dreading the actual birth, the door swug open revealing jimmy, your mother and desiree all in a panic, "my darling What's wrong" your mother asked kneeling down beside you, "I think I'm having the baby I'm so scared mother" you sobbed holding your mother's hand.

"How far apart are the pains y/n" desiree asked "elsa grab some towels and a bucket of water" she instructed you mother was off in a hurry grabbing everything needed, "there about two minutes apart now" you groaned, Jimmy stood beside desiree not knowing what on earth to do, "Jimmy don't just stand there hold her hand be there for her" desiree said Jimmy was right by your side holding your hand the other stroking your damp hair.

The tears filled the brim of your eyes the pain was unbearable, desiree was checking if she could see the baby's head, "Don't worry honey I've delivered a baby or two in my time" she reassured you nodded holding into Jimmy's hand squeezing the life out of it.

What felt like forever desiree telling you to keep pushing you heard those little cries of your baby, Jimmy's eyes went wide watching as desiree wrap you baby in a blanket, "congratulations it's a gorgeous baby girl" desiree announced your face lit up in a smile hearing those words jimmy couldn't help but let tears of joy escape him.

"A girl y/n a baby girl" he whispered desiree handed your small infant to your husband his eyes never leaving the baby, "elsa can you give y/n a wash and change her into clean clothes" desiree instructed your mother took you to get washed and changed.

By the time you got back desiree was gone jimmy was still holding your daughter with a small smile, "I'll leave you two alone" your mother said leaving yours and jimmy trailer, "can I hold her?" You asked laying back on the bed you noticed the new sheets on the bed, "of course" jimmy handed you the baby you were so scared holding her like fragile China, "she's beautiful" jimmy smiled placing a kiss on your head.

"She really is" you sighed looking up at your husband with a smile and exhaustion in your eyes, "ethel" you whispered jimmy looked at you confused "what?" He chuckled sitting on the bed, "I think her name should be Ethel after your mother, after a strong woman" Jimmy's smile got brighter he couldn't have agreed more if he needed to, "Ethel darling yeah I like that, look y/n I'm sorry for the way I've been acting after seeing the baby I realised that isn't what you both need and I promise I won't ever let another drink come near me" jimmy apologised now in tears.

"Jimmy i forgive you and I know it was with everything happening but now we have a family that's all that matters now" you said placing a kiss on his lips.

[kachawo]

Once upon a time there was Wei Ying.

A being who was born craving love. But at the same time, he was cursed to be the most undesirable person in the whole world.

But as a being who starved for affection, he tried, tried so hard.

See, there are people that do love him. But the person those people see isn't exactly him.

For every person he meets, they see a wholly different form of him. He changes into most desirable person in their eyes.

If Wei Ying asks them-- how do I look like to you? Without fail, every single one of them will answer differently.

You have dark skin. A mole under your eye. Your eyes are green. You're pale and have red hair.

And Wei Ying takes it in, he accepts it as it is. Because he cannot be picky when it comes to the people who love him, he just can't.

But sometimes at moonless nights he cries silently, agonizes the fact that no one will truly love him as he is.

He's stuck being seen as someone he will never truly be.

It's an aching wound that he locks up deep in his heart, one that he shouts into the abyss and foolishly expects something to echo back.

To be as pathetic as a love-starved man who no one loves.

But then, Lan Wangji comes into his life.

This man-- Wei Ying has fallen hopelessly in love with him. It doesn't better the damage that breaks his heart open.

Lan Zhan is sweet, so unbearably loving and caring. Someone that Wei Ying can say 'This is him. This is the man I want to spend my life with.'

He's the warmth that Wei Ying has craved for all his life.

That's why he's afraid.

He knows what will come when he asks the question. He knows how he'll feel when the truth is said.

And he doesn't want to know.

Even though he's asked it before, even if he has accepted it many times. This time around, it feels like he'd crumble and fall like a ceramic pot.

So he doesn't ask.

Months become years, the ugly worry grows in him like a parasite devouring him from the insides, and he can't stand to suppress any longer.

He asks Lan Wangji-- How do I look like to you?

"Beautiful." Is the first thing that comes out his mouth. It warms his heart thoroughly.

"No I mean, literally. What do I look like to you?" That's when Lan Zhan's brow lifts a bit.

"To me?" He asks, but no answer comes forward.

Lan Wangji cups his cheeks with his hands, thumb smoothing over his features.

"You have bright silver eyes."

Wei Ying inhales.

"Black hair." To which the man smothers his face in.

"Olive tanned skin, with freckles adorning your face." He presses a kiss to his nose.

"A mole under your lip." He kisses the mole.

Finally, he looks at Wei Ying with softness in his eyes. One that melts the man into utter oblivion.

"And a beautiful smile, that lights up my life."

Oh. Oh. He's crying. He's crying so much---

The sobs escape his lips and suddenly he's bawling hard.

This man is ridiculous. Wei Ying loves him so much-

When you're cursed there's always a way to cure it.

Even when you're vexed to be the most unloved at your truest form-- there are always expections.

A certain bug in the game that the creators can never fix. That's something he finds hinself laughing at.

But oh,

It feels so freeing.

To love, and be loved.

Oh, this man will be the life of him.

[one-piece-aus]

WAAAH !! I'M SO HAPPY TO NOT HAVE MISSED YOUR WHUMPTOBER REQUEST !!

Can I ask if possible to do one prompt with Brook ? If you have an idea of which one would be the best, please choose it but if not, could you do N.8 ? thanks !

(also, i love your writings <33, especially Whumptober)

Hororororo, I'm happy you got to request and enjoy my writing ^-^ Brook is one of my favourite characters, and I love writing for him whenever I can, I do hope you enjoy

Whumptober Day 8

Brook x Reader

Warning: Death mentioned & implied, blood mentioned, torture mentioned, loss of sibling/family

"[Y/n], calm down." Brook placed a hand on your shoulder as he walked to your side. "I know you're upset but-"

"Upset!?" You turned to face him, smacking his boney hand off your shoulder. "Oh yeah, I'm upset alright. I signed up to fight in a war just so my little brother didn't have to, got blood on my hands, let myself be a pawn, witnessed death, endured torture- I can't even sleep with both eyes anymore- but I dealt with because I was doing this for my brother but now-..."

You squeezed your eyes shut and let your chin fall, your hands bawling into fists. The words almost slipped out of your mouth, those damn words that were a curse to you. You held your tongue until the words no longer lingered in your anger. Your eyes opened to a glare at the rubble ground.

"It's all for nothing..."

"I know how you feel-"

"No, you don't!" Your glare went to Brook. "Don't say that. You don't anything about how I feel."

"I may not know your experience, but I too know the pain of losing someone," Brook said.

"Yeah, I'm sure you did, but you're a pirate, you had the choice of being one and fighting for your life at sea. Every family in my kingdom was forced to send someone to the war and fight for this stupid country, we didn't choose to be a soldier."

"Well neither did we!"

"What?"

"My home... I was forced to serve in the royal army on my home island."

Your anger ceased, staring at Brook. Looking into your eyes, he saw them fill with inquiries. He sighed, taking a seat on a large, gesturing for you to join him.

"Our island had been once a great nation with music revolution, everyone had musical talent in their bones, even mine, yohoho..."

You smiled at the skull joke.

"But our rivalling island also had music prodigies, though the reason why a war started is now hazy, I remember fighting in some of the battles. However, when my comrades and I lost our families and houses, our eyes began to open and we saw the destruction this war had caused. Many children cried in the streets, homeless, orphaned, and hungry. Instead of fighting, we began to play music to try and bring some joy back into their lives, and the irony was, the enemy joined us in song. Of course, our commanders weren't too happy, so we left together and thus the Rumbar pirates were born."

Brook looked toward you, and even though he had no facile muscles, you could see his sincere expression.

"There is loss from the battle, and the pain we feel from that is real, but there is still joy in life to be found and shared, there is hope and things to live for."

Tag: @bookandyarndragon @roseoftrafalgar

[dawnthefox24]

Okay so here's some angst with my wife Rumiko Shimada and her two boys TvT. I may or may have not used the live action of Charoltte's web quote because I watched that show when I was lil and bawled my eyes out (Maybe I want to add the fact just maybe Genji or Hanzo say her injured for the first time and she's like tired and weak) (don't worry she lives,I just want some angst of Rumiko TvT)

*Rumiko is leaning against a wall as her breathing is a bit shallow as she has her hand on a wound on her trying to ignore the blood, feeling tired but not before she hears Hanzo and Genji looking over her. In which she hoped they wouldn't see her but in the end they found her* Teen Hanzo & Genji : *runs over to her* Mom! Rumiko:*smiles softly* hello my hatchlings... Teen Hanzo: Mom the hashimoto's are gone, come lets get going so father can greet you and- Rumiko:*looks at him sadly* Hanzo...I'm afraid I won't be able to greet your father... Teen Genji: *gets worried* What? What are you talking about mother? You're not going to be here alone are you? Rumiko: I have no choice...I'm languishing... Teen Hanzo:*gets really worried* What does that mean mother? Rumiko:*removes her hand away from her would feeling how sticky and warm the blood is and looks at them sadly* It means I'm dying... Teen Hanzo & Genji: *in shock*WHAT!? Teen Genji: Y-You can't die! Rumiko:*sighs softly* My boys...We're born, we live, and when our time comes...we die. Teen Hanzo & Genji: BUT- Rumiko:*smiles softly and sweetly at them* It's just the natural cycle of life... Teen Hanzo: *shakes his head in denial*No, no just let us help you Mom! Teen Genji: *goes over to help her in a deep denial* Come mom, w-we'll take you home and father can help you and- Rumiko: No my hatchlings...I don't even have the strength to get up... Teen Hanzo & Genji: *takes her hands*Y-You have too...You've done so much for us mom... Rumiko: *hold their hands tiredly but still smiles* And it was my great pleasure. Teen Genji: *is trying to fight back the tears* Please come with us mom...Please... Teen Hanzo: T-There must be something we can do...We can get father... Rumiko: No boys...It was an honour being your mother and I'm proud of you two... Teen Genji:*hugs her* J-Just hang in there mom...I'll get father... *Rumiko watches Genji leave as he runs off to find Sojiro making her lean against the wall even more tiredly* Teen Hanzo:*has tears rolling down his face* Please mom hang in a little bit longer please... Rumiko: *feels how heavy her eyes are* You boys were my little miracle's... Teen Hanzo:*holds her close* Please stay a little bit longer... Rumiko: I don't think the doctors can help but I assure you that you boys will be fine and- Sojiro: *runs over to her with Genji tailing right behind him* RUMIKO!! Rumiko: Ah hello my love...How- *Sojiro just picks her up bridal style gently and is very worried looking at the wound on her side clearly seeing how much blood she's losing* Sojiro: *carries her quickly trying to take her to the nearest hospital* Please...Please...Hang on...Please my gem.... Rumiko: ....Thank you Sojiro...For everything...I'm not going to make it you know that and so- Sojiro: *snaps at her just a bit* NO! YOU'RE NOT DYING! Rumiko:*looks at him tiredly having no urge to argue with him* I'm tired...I'm sorry I just need to sleep... Sojiro: Keep your eyes open! Please were almost their just keep your eyes open! Rumiko:*just closes her eyes for a moment as she rests against Sojiro as everything goes dark*

[bombshelllblonde]

hiiihihii!! im backkkk to tell u abt my rdr playthough bc im bored asf haha

¡love this game omg!! the graphics, the story, the details UGH!!!!

hunting is actually so fun for no reason- i bought so many fancy ass guns too 😭

also my play type whenever i play ANY story game thats open world is to do every possible thing every except the actual story so i get a bunch of stuff and then its so muvh easier

in short i have 6000+ dollars 😋

bonus of exploring everything is i got thw white arabian and i love her sm ‼️‼️ i named her pearl and she is my baby

dress up is my seconf favorite hobby

my fav outfit rn is the red vest w the floral pattern on the front (i forget what its called) n the black french dress shirt underneath + the bison necklace talisman

(also arthur w medium-long length hair n short facial hair>>>)

this game is so detail oriented, its kind of insane- im doing a high honor run atm, and i came across the blind beggar for the third (?) time and the blind guy said and i quote

"that is which killing you will finally help you, friend- to hear and see."

is this foreshadowing this feels like foreshadowing

also ik arthurs dies (bc of tiktok edits and fics, they artists in this fandom is amazing!!!) and im not prepared at all 😭 im going to procrastinate so bad 

ALSO CHARLES DESERVES SO SO MUCH I LOVE HIM

yk the hole lil speech he has at the campfire yk "most human beings seem to know why they were born but, for me- its seems i was just mean ton hurt and suffer myself" that one

im bawling istg if he doesnt get a good ending im going to be writing a formal complaint to rockstar games

anyways

tw opinions (ik bro its crazy to have opinions in 2024 whattt no wayy)

ive gotten to the point in playing where im in ch 3, and the only way i can progress the actual story is to help micah rob a stagecoach or whatever

micah is a bastard and i dont like him

him as a character is rlly well written and awesome but,,,,,hes,,,slimy,,and i hate him,,,,so he can wait for a little longer ☺️

my favorite characters rn in no particular order is

arthur (obviously) , charles , sean , javier , tilly , marybeth , and kieran

my pookies ‼️‼️

moving on im so sorry this is so so long 😭 idk anyone who likes rdr irl lmao

anyway hope u have a nice day and no wolves attack you and spoke ur horse who bucks you off a cliff

(in rdr btw)

((true story also))

yo, having 6k in chapter 3 is amazing. good for you!

my first playthrough i got the white arabian and i named her Lemoyne Tree as a tribute to the state of Lemoyne and my favorite post malone song Lemon Tree. But she always got super dirty so i then went to the lake next to Strawberry and tamed the red chestnut arabian. I LOVE LOVE LOVE that one, she's gorgeous and arthur always gets that one when i play it. my beautiful baby girl Diablo <3

also yes. heckin FUCK MICAH BELL. even from the beginning he's been a slime ball. hate that man <3

i won't go too far, but just keep yourself high honor towards the end of the game. you need that to be your first ending. :')

Charles deserves the absolute world. just listening to him speak and hanging out with him at camp, and the missions you continue on to do with him throughout the game are so much fun. charles is someone i wish i could have in my real life because he seems like he would be the best person to speak to and hang out with. he is so lovely and down to earth. even arthur says it a couple times throughout the game. charles gets a good ending i promise.

my top blorbos are Arthur, Dutch, Charles, Hosea, and Josiah Trelawny my absolute beloved <33333 just wait until you go on the mission with Charles to find trelawny. one of my favorite missions ever ever ever ever!!

a lot of people dislike dutch, but i love him so much. he is my actual father. i love him.

i also hate john. let me know how you feel about that little greasy weasel of a man. :)))

i'm so so so glad you're having fun and i am very invested, so please continue to keep me updated on what ur doing because i need to live vicariously through you. if i could erase my entire mind and replay the game over and over again for the first time, i totally would

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

It has been a decade since my sex-reassignment surgery.

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I had my SRS 10 years ago.

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It's been almost 4 years since I had the first stage of my vaginoplasty.

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I had my second SRS revision surgery.

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I am getting a second surgery.

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After my surgery, I was just in such a dark place and I didn't really want to talk about it. I didn't really want to have to go back into it and feel all those feelings over again.

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I had a few complications. Bleedings, infections.

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I've had complications and I've had a hard time.

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I did have some complications and I did have some, you know, concerns that not everybody deals with.

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I thought it would make me happier, and initially it did. Was that worth the constant issues I've had, the dilation I have to do for the rest of my life?

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I'm having the worst time with dilation.

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I was experiencing a little bit of dehiscence, which is basically when you are so swollen that the sutures that they put start to rip open. It was as bad as it sounds.

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I have trouble urinating. I kind of walked around with it for a year before I seeked help.

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The reason I'm dilating twice a day is because if I miss once, it is so painful, I like dread it so much because it's so painful.

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I went to dilate again that night and I think I moved a stitch. I don't know what happened, but something happened, and I was in excruciating pain. It felt like literally somebody had, like, shot me or stabbed me or burned me or something down there.

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I had to dilate and I had to try to open my urethra up, and it was just like.... yeah, I'm going to start crying.

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I was bleeding every time. I literally was going to pass out. I threw up because I had so much pain.

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I remember like, bawling my eyes out saying what did I do? Like, what did I do to myself? I fucked myself up. I was never going to heal from this.

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My body is constantly trying to heal after surgery, since it considers it to be an open wound.

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I mean, what can I do except go and have another revision?

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I remember starting to cry in the surgeon's office because I was like, I'm depressed and I'm in school, it's painful, like, it's just, it's a lot.

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The issues I had very early on should have been indications to me that I should not have done this. But I hated my male self so much that I needed to. And now there is no way to go back.

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You can never go back.

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When you get a surgery, it's not always gonna go well.

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If I had known about the irreversible physical damage I caused my body, then I would have never done any of this.

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It's very much a commitment for life. You're going to have to rely on doctors for the rest of your life.

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Don't be like me and deny problems until it's too late. Rather, address them so you can be happier and live a healthier life.

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I don't know who, but somebody needs to hear this. Somebody needs to hear that, as much as you hate your body right this moment, you will hate it even more once you're trapped in a malfunctioning body that is still trying to behave the way its genetics instruct it to, and despite your cosmetic intentions. You can never undo it.

Ritchie Herron is a detransitioned man who went through this procedure and now has to live with the consequences, now that he has a constantly closing "neo-vagina" where his genitals are supposed to be.

He explained that the reality of it - even notwithstanding complications - is not explained or well understood by those seeking it. Only the rosy sales brochure version.

So, you don’t get any information at the gender clinic about surgery. They don’t give you any videos, they don’t give you any sort of interactions with others who have got it. For instance, I heard about another clinic that, in their pre-surgery group, they introduced people who had had surgery, and the referral list for surgery dropped dramatically, when people realised what it’s like living like this, and it is very, very difficult. You only hear the positives.

You can't be "born in the wrong body," because you are your body. You and your body are the same organism.

[rickie-the-storyteller]

Get To Know My OC Tag!

This'll probably be the first of many since this was sooo much fun to do lol.

I was going to do this with Steph… but I felt more drawn towards El today for some reason. Probably because I've been editing a lot more of her scenes/chapters lately. So Elise, I choose you!

Thank you for tagging me, @gummybugg!

Let's begin!

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The door opens, and 18-year-old Elise Kennedy enters the room. She walks with graceful strides that indicates the quiet confidence she holds within her. She is a pretty girl - long wavy blonde hair styled in a messy bun, crystal clear blue eyes sparkling with joy and curiosity (despite being baggy from that high school stress and sleep deprivation), and a bright beaming smile that honestly does a better job of lighting up the room than my terrible cheap lamp does. She appears to be about 5'6, if I'm not wrong.

She extends a hand in greeting, radiating an immediate sense of warmth and sincerity. Her voice, I notice straight away is soft warm and gentle. It carries an undertone enough to put you at ease in an instant. Then she takes her seat.

I know I've only just met her, but she seems nice.

1) Are you named after anyone?

Elise: Uh, no. Not after a person, I don't think. Although, I do know how I got my name. My late grandmother was really into classical music, and she came up with the suggestion of "Elise" for me when I was born because one of her favourite pieces of music was "Für Elise" by Beethoven. When I was little, she actually taught me how to play it on the piano, too! That was a fun time… yeah. But to answer your question, no. Not that I know of.

2) When was the last time you cried?

Elise: I don't know… hmm, let me think. This is actually a deep question when you think about it.

Me: It is??

Elise: Wait! Do you mean, like proper crying? Bawling like a baby? Or do you mean like welling up, but not actually making a sound?

Me: Uh…

Elise: If you mean the first one, then probably last week. I was watching a really sad movie with my brother, and I just couldn't help it. If you mean the second one, then… I don't know. To be honest, it happens on a regular basis. So probably yesterday or something. I try not to be overly emotional all the time, but I'm a sensitive soul, what can I say? (pause) OH! I remember now!

Me: You do?

Elise: It was two weeks ago! Ok, let me explain - I have this friend who really loves music. His name is Bret, and something he likes to do as a hobby is write and produce his own songs, right? And two weeks ago, he sent me an email with a link to his SoundCloud. He posts all his songs there now, its amazing! Anyway, he asked me for feedback on the first song he uploaded on there. So I listened to it, and it made me cry. It was very deep and moving. I loved it… (laughs awkwardly) I feel like my answers are way too long, ha-ha! Sorry about that.

Me: Don't be sorry. This is good!

Elise: I'll send you a link to Bret's SoundCloud! You need to listen to it yourself, so you know what I'm talking about.

Me: Would your friend mind?

Elise: Uh… (pauses for a while to wonder whether or not Bret would actually mind) Probably not?

3) Do you have kids?

Elise: Uh, no. Nor do I want any - at least not right now. I'm still a school kid! (pause) I know I'm 18, so legally I count as an adult, but I still feel like a kid, honestly. And I think that just as a general rule, if you feel like a kid or act like a kid, you probably shouldn't raise a kid.

4) Do you use sarcasm?

Elise: (thinks for a moment, then nods) Yeah. Not as often as some people do, but sometimes it's just necessary, especially when you're dealing with difficult or incompetent people.

5) What's the first thing you notice about people?

Elise: I feel like I'm naturally quite good at reading people, you know? Like, even with people I don't know all that well, I can just look at them and have a good idea of how they're feeling, what their thinking, what they're like. And it's usually pretty accurate, as well. I'm quite intuitive in that sense. I think this is also the reason I connect well with others even if they're very different from me. Like, I'm an introvert, and I'm generally rather quiet and mind my own business most of the time, but quite a lot of my friends are super energetic extroverted people. I think its fun to be curious, you know? Like, taking the time to understand and empathise with a person. You form closer bonds with people that way.

6) What's your eye colour?

Elise: Blue! You see? (opens eyes wide so that I can see their colour)

7) Any special talents?

Elise: Hmm. I don't know if any of my talents count as "special" or anything. I have talents… like, back when I used to perform in my old choir, I was known for being able to hold notes for really, really long. My record back then was like 47 seconds. But it's been years since then, and I probably can't do it anymore. Anything else? (pauses to think for a second) Don't know whether this counts, but I'm really good at memorising things. My brother says I have a memory sharper than a katana… which I think says everything you need to know about him. (laughs) But like, to give an example, I can read a book and basically be able to quote it word for word afterwards. Or watch a show, and be able to recite every line in a given scene. It's quite helpful as a student, actually. Makes the studying process a bit smoother. Not that I don't work hard for my grades, because I do. I don't consider myself to be a mega-super-genius or anything.

8) Scary movies or happy endings?

Elise: Are you kidding me?! Happy ending all the way! I can't sit through a horror movie for the life of me. I hate scary stuff, I just don't like the feeling of terror. I don't get why some people actually like it. I mean some people have to like it, right? There has to be a reason that the horror genre has a market.

9) Where were you born?

Elise: Born and raised in London, baby!

10) What are your hobbies?

Elise: Reading, first of all. I love to read so much. I always have.

Me: What is the book you're reading currently?

Elise: Right now, I'm re-reading "Normal People" by Sally Rooney. It's so good, I highly recommend it. But aside from reading, I like music a lot. Not as much as Bret, but I love to play a bit of piano whenever I have the time, and I also love to sing still. Even though I'm not in my old choir anymore.

Me: Why did you stop if you clearly loved doing it?

Elise: (sighs) It was a toxic environment for me… I needed a break from some of those people. I don't really want to get into it.

Me: Ooookay… (slightly concerned)

11) Do you have any pets?

Elise: No, and I've always wanted one! (pouts) It didn't even matter what it was! My parents aren't about that, though. Ugh! (pause) Maybe in the future, I'll get a puppy. I love dogs so much!

12) What sports do you play/have played?

Elise: None. (laughs) I've never been a sporty person.

13) How tall are you?

Elise: Five foot five. And a bit, depending on what shoes I'm wearing.

14) Favourite subject in school?

Elise: These questions are getting harder… (laughs) I don't know what my favourite subject is. I like all my subjects… I chose four subjects I really enjoy for A level. English Lit, Politics, History and Textiles. I like all of them for different reasons. Even when I struggle with one of them, and it is my least favourite one day, I can't bring myself to hate it… and it ends up being my favourite subject the next day.

Me: Well, tell me why you like all of your subjects.

Elise: Ok! So English Lit is because I love literature, as you may have inferred before from what I said about reading… Politics is because I just find that aspect of the world interesting, you know? I mean, I never used to, but once I started taking this class, I just found it fascinating. Just seeing how that stuff works. History was my strongest subject back when I did my GCSEs, so I was like "I have to do it again next year!" And Textiles… I don't know, I just find it peaceful. It's a chill subject to balance out the crazy intense ones. (laughs again)

15) Dream job?

Elise: In my dreams, I have all kinds of different jobs. Just last night I had a dream that I was this therapist, right, and all of my friends from work were coming into my office to ask for help with their love lives, despite the fact that I literally have no dating experience and am therefore the least qualified person to ask for help in that department. Man… why would you even go to your therapist just to ask about your love life anyway? Is that the only thing in your life that's bothering you?! The ONLY thing?!

Me: …That's not what I meant.

Elise: Yeah, I know. I just wanted to talk about my weird dream for a second. I don't know what my dream job is. As a child, my dream job was to be an author, like Cressida Cowell. I used to love her books growing up. I wanted to write just like her… create this huge epic fantasy series… have that series get turned into movies… but I couldn't come up with any original ideas. So I gave up.

Me: Awww…

Elise: Oh, it's okay. I still write a bit sometimes for fun. But in terms of an actual career, I'm stuck between two things - a lawyer, and a journalist.

Me: Two completely different things.

Elise: Yep. Lawyer because it's something I've been working towards all my life, pretty much. I mainly did it because my parents always said that it's a promising career to have. But journalism is just so fascinating to me. It's like being a writer, except you don't need to come up with original ideas. Plus, you get to explore the world, discover exciting new people and places and cultures and events… and tell stories that don't often get heard. It's like the career was made for me!

Me: It does, doesn't it? Well, I'm sure you'll make the right choice for yourself. Thanks for coming, Elise. This has been fun.

Elise: Of course! Thank you for having me.

END OF INTERVIEW.

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This was so much fun! I want to make this an open tag, but I'll just tag these three people to give it a go as well:

@rubywrite

@soph1333

@winterandwords

[hallothere]

37 for anyone you haven't written about but want to?

"Why? Why are you helping me?"

"You don't know?"

Ryna shrugged. "You're very kind. But you must have your own affairs."

Tirnengûr shrugged back at her. "Not that I can attend to from within the Mountain. Anyone I should talk to now is occupied. I only just arrived when the armies closed in." He looked around. "It's not as if I had time to make friends."

She adjusted Lorfyd, still sleeping in her arms. Over the little bundle, she glanced at her son, Harwine. Tirnengûr turned the toddler out towards her so she could see his slumbering face.

"They're like little Rangers." He said. "Catch sleep when they can. It's a valuable skill."

Ryna snorted quietly, as not to wake them. Of course, there was enough noise in the hall for that not to matter. But somehow her children slept on. Tirnengûr rocked little Harwine. The boy had calmed over the days of siege. Not at all the bawling bundle he'd been in Dale-town. Not at all.

"Do you visit Erebor much?" He asked, glancing for the hundredth time at the crystals lighting the dwelling hall. It was amazing how such a relatively small thing could produce so much light.

"Once or twice a year." Ryna answered. "They have festivals, and markets and such. Concerts, every once in a while. I visited more before Lorfyd was born." She gave him a wry smile. "But you know how far it is when you're carrying the pair of them."

Tirnengûr stifled a laugh. "I suspect you didn't make the trip on foot. And we're all lucky I didn't decide to stop in Esgaroth-of-old. They don't have such a fine inn."

Ryna opened her mouth to respond in kind when the very Mountain shook. The tremor raced across the floor, up the walls, and rattled the crystals Tirnengûr had so admired a moment ago. Without thinking, he pulled Ryna forward, putting her children close between them and her under an arm.

"Stay down." He sounded much calmer than he felt. A few people were screaming, others were trying to calm everyone down. His own lungs seemed to quail in anticipation of more smoke, more terror raining down from the outside. He wondered what sort of machine or beast was out there shaking the Mountain. What had the armies of Mordor and the East brought to wipe them out?

Ryna had both of her children back, her arms curled protectively around them. Tirnengûr did what he could to shield them in the event of falling rubble. It had happened before. As beautiful and ornate as the dwelling halls of Erebor were, they were not immune to the threat of a cave-in.

"I'm here." Tirnengûr said. He didn't have much else to say. "Stay down, and hold on. I'll tell you when it's over."

She would have to wait a long while yet.

[geenalovesthelittlethings]

Hey Geena!! I hope you’re doing so well. You’re writing is absolutely beautiful and alwyas so tastefully articulate. I was watching this birth blog https://youtu.be/CUM5cO5OCNo. How do you think Harry would react if the missus kept passing out while she was pushing. I think he would be so sweet, and so stunned that she still musters up enough strength to push their little girl out in the midst of continuously passing out.!

Thank you so much, baby! That's so kind of you to say. I mean, I think obviously in that situation he'd be pretty scared. Seeing someone pass out is a scary experience and seeing it happen to someone you love is even scarier, but I agree that of course he'd be so sweet. Holding her up and telling her she's okay when she comes back around each time. Kissing her head and brushing her hair out of her face and telling her, "Just a little bit more, baby. You're doing so good." And when the baby is finally born I can see her just being so overwhelmed and scared with everything that was happening that she just starts bawling and Harry's just so sweet holding her and loving on her.

[chick1996]

Right Where You Left Me

THIS IS A INTROSPECTIVE FANFIC FOR MITCH MARNER AND HIS STRUGGLES WITH THE MEDIA AND THE FANBASE. MORE IMPORTANTLY, HIS STRUGGLE WITH LOVE. THE STORY IS PAIRED WITH "Right where you left me" by taylor swift. Please reblog so mire ppl can read it. I'll be posting it on a03 soon as well. The a03 tag has been dry so I'm hoping to Kickstart it. @nhldraftbust @mitchmarner

Friends break up, friends get married

Strangers get born, strangers get buried

Trends change, rumors fly through new skies

He's 25 now, but feels stuck at the age of 21. Hasn't aged since. That moment is bookmarked in his mind, in his heart, in his nervous system. He looks at Auston who faces their setbacks and the vitriol thrown at them like knives with a cool glance and a invisible middle finger. He looks at Willy who faces their setbacks and the vitriol thrown at them with a mischievous smile and playful wink. One younger, one older, both already older than him. He wonders when everyone will realize his biggest sin was sitting back at the age of 21 and watching it all pass by him. But a bystander has just has much sin.

But I'm right where you left me

Matches burn after the other

Pages turn and stick to each other

Wages earned and lessons learned

But I, I'm right where you left me

Help, I'm still at the restaurant

Still sitting in a corner I haunt

Cross-legged in the dim light

They say, "What a sad sight"

I, I swear you could hear a hair pin drop

Right when I felt the moment stop

Glass shattered on the white cloth

Everybody moved on

I, I stayed there

It's 2021 and he's crying. Absolutely bawling and sobbing on national television during a playoff series and he doesn't know what to do about it. In the back of his mind he knows he's about to get burned at the stake, but he's too busy crying for his failures and his pressures and he hatessss himself. A gentle hand cupped on his neck and willy's soft words a consoling lifeline that grounds him. He takes a deep breath, pulls himself together, and plays the last 10 minutes like he has everything left to lose.

Dust collected on my pinned-up hair

They expected me to find somewhere

Some perspective, but I sat and stared

Right where you left me

You left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

You left me, you left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?

Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

She's still 23 inside her fantasy

How it was supposed to be

Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion?

Break-ups happen every day, you don't have to lose it

It's the summer and he announces he's getting married. Half of him is thr happiest he's ever been and the other half is the saddest he's ever been. Steph is the love of his life and he's going to marry the love of his who makes this all worth it no matter what. But he would be lying I'd he didn't say the proposal was part distraction. Steph doesn't say anything in bed. Just looks at him with flushed cheeks and a knowing gaze. She kisses him on the forehead and cradles his face into the safety of her heartbeat. It's October and his best friend breaks his ankle. They fight with the team watching. He storms off embarrassed with flushed cheeks.

She's still 23 inside her fantasy

And you're sitting in front of me

At the restaurant, when I was still the one you want

Cross-legged in the dim light, everything was just right

I, I could feel the mascara run

You told me that you met someone

Glass shattered on the white cloth

Everybody moved on

Help, I'm still at the restaurant

Still sitting in a corner I haunt

Cross-legged in the dim light

They say, "What a sad sight"

I, I stayed there

They call him a magician with the way he weaves and dazzles and creates nothing out of thin air. They say he has superpowers 1 month after calling him a washed up bust who cries as much as he laughs. He begins to think that time moves on for him. The way its moved on for his teammates, his family, the media. But then history repeats itself and its groundhog day. It's the 7th game 7 loss, but this time it hurts more bc it was against the stanley cup champions by 1 goal. 2 days later, he gets the shock of his life when he's staring down the barrel of a gun. 3 men in masks, a 8 inch hunting knife, and 2 guns pulls him and his fiance out of the car. The car is gone, the phone is gone, his privacy is gone, and his safety is gone. But he still has his devestated fiance. That night he kisses her forehead and cradles her into his chest. The news goes public and the trolls mock and degrade him for all he's worth. He throws his phone into the fireplace the next day. One month later, he watches a team with similar players and style wins the stanley cup against Tampa Bay. The coach says he watched matches team for the winning formula. Mitch wonders why it didn't work for them.

Dust collected on my pinned-up hair

I'm sure that you got a wife out there

Kids and Christmas, but I'm unaware

'Cause I'm right where

I cause no harm, mind my business

If our love died young, I can't bear witness

And it's been so long

But if you ever think you got it wrong

I'm right where you left me

You left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

It's October 2022, and he's getting defamed more than he ever got in 2019 and 2021 combined. It lasts for just one whole month, bc the next month he loses his mind and goes on a revenge tour that breaks every streak. They're the most hated team. He laughs thinking they finally have something in common with their fanbase.they have teams and fanbses alike calling them cheaters, losers, unwanted, unlovable. Hed on a 17 point streak and says he doesn't want the love. Doesn't need it, but he wants the love more than he needs the forgiveness. He wonders if they've noticed his dim eyes. He knows his teammates have. They give him calculating gazes all throughout his vengeance era and all the love he could ever ask for through his streak. He feels their relief when they see his eyes light up and his giant mouth break open in a cheery smile. The fans love him too. He feels invincible all throughout his 23 streak. But then they face the wings and he doesn't make it to 24. The media stops talking about him, the trolls are back, and he doesn't get standing ovations or the I love yous in the podcasts anymore. They lose their second game, and he feels naive for thinking he's left the trenches . He feels stuck at the age of 21.