#when i was a kid i thought i wasn't Being Kid enough

[weaselle]

i definitely wouldn't consider myself abused, but my parents did things that were cruel and some that could be considered abuse, and they did it because they thought they were helping.

Things like not even telling me when teachers recommended i skip grades, not telling me when coaches recommended i be transferred to more competitive, higher skilled teams (they had no idea just how horrible my self image was, and thought they were helping me have a normal social development, when really they were hiding things from me that could have helped me overcome what is now a lifelong psychological issue)

They did things like kept me on restriction for 7th, 8th, and half of 9th grade. Restriction in my house meant no leaving the property, no having anyone over, no screens of any kind, no phone conversations, and sometimes i was also on book restriction, which meant no non-school books and involved being searched for contraband fiction everyday before i left for school.

They didn't say hey, we're going to lock you up in solitary confinement for 2.5 school years during the time when social interaction is most important for normal development. They simply said "every friday you need to get each one of your teachers to sign off that you completed 100% of your homework and turned it in on time for the week, or else you are on restriction for another week" and my adhd ass with my dysfunctional executives could never manage to do it.

They didn't say hey, we're going to let you continue to wallow in the belief that your birth parents were right to abandon you because you are not smart enough or good enough to be a worthwhile person. They simply thought "if a child skips grades and leaves their sports team friends behind they won't have a normal childhood" and left me with no way to know I wasn't incompetent and worthless.

They thought they were motivating me to do my homework. They thought they were helping. They were trying to get me to follow a normal childhood trajectory and develop good habits and achieve good grades so i could succeed in life. The reality is, it was very damaging to me. But they had three other kids and a lot to manage and didn't really realize what was going on with me, and what they were doing seemed very reasonable to them.

They love me and did some truly wonderful parenting.

And they also did a lot of damage. To me in particular. They really fucked me up. That's just the way things are.

They are good people who did their best. No child should be so confined that long the way i was, true. And their best in certain areas (like being perfectionists who only ever told me how i did things wrong) which might have merely been not great for another child, was incredibly bad for me because of my specific needs. In retrospect it seems like maybe they should have known better. But also in retrospect they were just normal adults making mistakes. In most areas they were better parents that many, many people have access to. And they also did some things that were terrible for me.

I know my experience is not the same as people who grew up in abusive households, I have had friends and partners who were very abused indeed. But I do think this post touches on something that is real, and worth digesting, and perhaps my own experience shows the far edge of the concept, as a place to start thinking about it.

otherwise interesting post ruined by the bold insistence that you can never accidentally abuse someone & that all abusive people are self-aware evil masterminds

[matchalovertrait]

Seeing Caruso's new house and impressive kitchen brought out the envious side of Dulce. It's not an emotion that she's used to. She needs a kitchen suitable for a highly-skilled chef, but how was she supposed to get one now??? Her cookbook sales are at an all-time low, and her sponsorships are gone. What makes her more mad is that she doesn't know who to blame: Herself or Caruso? She's been building her brand ever since she was in middle school. The perfectly curated reputation was NOT easy for her to create. Clubbing had to be sacrificed once she hit a certain amount of followers! People tried to take pictures to make her look bad, but she was just trying to enjoy her youth. However, some things make it all worth it. Over the years, she gained more young fans, such as a little boy named Ash. The children warm her heart and they inspire her even more to someday open a cooking school for young chefs. And the thought of those kids believing all the lies Caruso has spread makes her stomach twist and turn.

Note: That magazine issue was made by deardiaryts4 :) I wasn't really brave enough to do something like that myself because I didn't know if Dulce being that famous seemed practical, so it gave me a boost of confidence for sure. It adds so much more realism to my story too. Thank you 💞

Start from the beginning (Gen 2)

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DULCE: Wasn’t that awesome?

ANTONIO: You scared me half to death.

DULCE: Aw, you care about me?

ANTONIO: Well, I can’t do the mission on my own. Remember what Carlos and Tyson said.

DULCE: Obviously you can’t...

ANTONIO: Why do I feel like that wasn’t the first time you’ve thought you were a gymnast at a party?

DULCE: Because it’s not. It’s a trick I picked up back when I use to live it up at the club.

ANTONIO: Mhm...

DULCE: But I can’t really anymore. I have a reputation to maintain... promote “good values” or whatever, y’know?

[Dulce mentally recalled how a gossip magazine did a blurb about the court case. She shook her head. “Hmph, at least they picked a nice photo of me,” she thought.]

ANTONIO: Yes, that’s why you hired me. To fix your mess.

DULCE: And I can fire you just as easily, so don’t test me.

[”Oops, did I go too far with that? Maybe he knows I’m not being serious.”]

ANTONIO: Oh no, please don’t [sarcastic tone].

ANTONIO: But seriously, I’m sorry. I tried to get you but you were too far. Are you all right?

[Dulce turned around. Something caught her eye.]

ANTONIO: ...Hello?

DULCE: Sorry. I got distracted.

DULCE: What a space. Looks like he got his dream kitchen, with a nice walk-in pantry and everything.

[Antonio paused to think. He’s terrible with words outside of the courtroom. How does he find common ground with her? Does he bash on the kitchen? Does he agree?]

ANTONIO: ...I like the sleek shapes.

DULCE: I could’ve had a kitchen like this by now. This could’ve been all mine.

ANTONIO: You can’t possibly believe that.

DULCE: What?

ANTONIO: No, it couldn’t have been yours. You have a different tastes... no pun intended.

ANTONIO: Obviously it needs more purple, geometric shapes, and a much larger stove—all things you’d be getting once we’re out of this mess.

[Dulce wasn’t sure why, but his usage of “we’re” made her stomach do a flip.]

DULCE: Yeah, you’re right.

[littelovelunette]

reader w vi (who lets be real is a bit of a simp for her partner i mean she forgave cait so fast) after an argument or something and the reader refuses to let her touch her with out begging and reader being a bit mean to vi like cooing at her and teasing pleaseeee (ur writing is so good)

Impending Silence (3)

Thank you anon~ you guys really know how to feed my ego

Contains angst, fluff at the end

"Well, clearly you're scared of us being exclusive, why is that!? Are you having a secret affair!?" You yelled at her.

"No, I'm hurt you'd even think I'd cheat on you!" Vi said with a huff of anger, muscles flexing under the grey tanktop she had on. You rolled your eyes. It's been about an hour and you both have been going back and forth on the same topic.

In short, you wanted the relationship to be exclusive so other people would stop trying to ask you out and you'd be able to flaunt Vi off but Vi was afraid of doing it. You assumed deep down it was because she was a school athlete (no matter how many interschool plays she'd lost) and you were the head girl. Normally it would've been a wattpad fantasy, a trope.

But in reality, you both were worlds apart and the argument you both were currently having was only proving so. You were the student council president however no one termed you a nerd because you were still one of the popular girls. You had somehow managed to balance both parts of school life, but for Vi...

Let's just say sports was the only thing she thought she was excelling in, although her losing streak said somewhat otherwise. She wasn't the best in school either, usually skipping classes because she claimed being there and not being there does the same thing for her.

"I'm done arguing over this." You turned on your back and left the room, leaving the half-done bread on the kitchen counter. You had invited Vi over again and had been cooking for the both of you so you both could spend some quality time binge-watching something silly on Netflix and snacking.

Admist small talk somehow the topic of relationship exclusivity had popped up and now there was heated tension in the room, not just from the oven.

"Atleast turn off the oven." Vi sighed and did what she said, "You're gonna catch the house on fire, geez..."

Hours passed after the argument and you were now in your room, sitting cross-legged on a small single-seater sofa near the terrace, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. One leg dangling off the edge of the sofa, the other curled till your knees met your chest.

And then there was Vi.

She stood a few feet away, arms crossed, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, watching you like a sad kicked puppy.

Her usual cocky grin was gone, replaced by a pout that only deepened every time you ignored her.

“Babe,” Vi finally whined, dragging out the word like a kid begging for candy. “C'mon, I said I was sorry.”

You didn’t look up, biting back a smile. “Hmm. Don’t remember hearing an apology.”

Vi’s jaw dropped. “What? I said it like five times!”

“Don’t recall.”

Her hands fell to her sides, and she dramatically flopped against the double door closet with a loud thud, resting her forehead against the cool wood. “You’re killin’ me here,” she mumbled, turning her head just enough to peek at you. “Can you at least look at me?”

You kept scrolling, stifling a laugh. “Busy.”

Vi groaned, pushing off the closet and walking toward you. “You’re not even mad,” she muttered. “You’re just being mean.”

“Maybe.”

She stopped right in front of you, close enough that you could smell the faint scent of leather and whatever shampoo she used—something a little too chocolatey for your taste but so undeniably Vi.

Slowly, cautiously, she reached out and touched your knee. When you didn’t respond, she slid her hand up to your arm. “Babe… please.”

You pulled away just as her fingers grazed your wrist. “No touching.”

Vi’s jaw dropped again. “What?!”

You shrugged. “Actions have consequences.”

Her face crumpled into the most pathetic pout you’d ever seen, and she all but melted to her knees in front of you, grabbing at your leg in mock desperation. “You’re so mean,” she whined, resting her head dramatically against your thigh. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll say it a hundred more times if that’s what it takes.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, loving every second of this. “I don’t know… you didn’t sound very sincere.”

Vi’s head shot up, and she gave you the look—wide eyes, lips slightly parted, like you’d just shattered her heart into a million pieces. “Babe,” she whispered, all breathy and tragic. “I’m begging you.”

You finally broke, laughing as you reached down and ruffled her pink messy hair. “Alright, alright, relax. I’m messing with you.”

Vi blinked. “Wait… so you’re not mad?”

“Nope.”

Her mouth fell open. “You’re evil.”

“Maybe.”

Vi narrowed her blue eyes at you for half a second before tackling you back onto the sofa, peppering kisses along your neck and jawline, all while muttering, “You think you’re funny, huh? Real cute pulling that stunt—”

Between your giggles and her endless affection, the argument—if you could even call it that—was long forgotten.

"Exclusive?" You asked with a smile and Vi nodded, leaning her head against your chest as she curled up over your lap.

"Exclusive..."

[hardly-an-escape]

just a little something for Tommy Kinard Appreciation Day and @peppermintquartz <3

A few weeks after they get back together, Tommy comes over to the loft for dinner. It's nothing fancy, no special occasion – Evan's got a new roasted chicken recipe and they both have the night off, so Tommy shows up around 6:00 with a bottle of wine and a slightly nicer-than-average shirt.

He's rummaging around in a kitchen drawer, looking for some matches or something to light the candles on the dining table, when he finds the notebook. It's one of those composition books with the classic black and white cover, the miniature version, a little beat up. He probably shouldn't read it – scratch that, he definitely shouldn't read it – but.

It's labeled with his name.

Tommy, right on the cover, in Evan's handwriting.

He glances over his shoulder. Evan has his back turned, fussing with the salad dressing and not particularly paying attention, so Tommy palms the little notebook and wanders over to the living room to open it.

The first page has a single sentence: Things I Miss about him. After that it turns into a list.

His eyes

the way his face scrunches up when he smiles for real

his hands

His ass! And his dick!!!

I feel like I shouldnt write that but it's true!!

Tommy swallows hard. Evan's handwriting is kind of uneven and hard to read, and his spelling and punctuation aren't the best – but it's undoubtedly a list, all lined up with neat little bullet points, of the things he'd missed about Tommy while they'd been apart.

His hugs

especialy the way he used to press our cheeks together and hang on just a little longer then I was expecting him too

He's such a good firefighter and so expereinced, I always felt like I couldve learned alot from him

the competency in general... hes so good at so many things!

he could be so bitchy/sarcastic but he's actually so kind. Like his jokes were never mean

Really good with kids

he would be an amazing dad someday

The last item is barely legible, thoroughly scratched out, as though Evan had thought twice about it the moment he'd written it down. Tommy feels tears prick behind his eyes. Evan would make a fantastic father, he thinks. They haven't really talked about it – marriage, kids, the whole nine yards. Before, it had been too early, and now that they're together again... it still feels too new, too raw, to bring it up. But Evan's the first person who's ever made Tommy want to have that conversation. He flips to the next page.

I don't want it to sound like I was only with him for sex but god I miss his body so much

Tommy snorts. He's so absorbed he doesn't hear Evan call out from the kitchen.

"What was that, babe?"

He took such good care of me. like when I hurt my shoulder but also just in general. He checked in with me alot and always made sure I was ok

really good listener

Did I take care of him enough? did I listen to him enough?

I think maybe I didn't

"Hey, Tommy, did you – oh," Evan says, poking his head around the stairs. "Uh. You found that."

"I'm sorry," Tommy says immediately. "I shouldn't have looked at it, I just – it had my name on it," he finishes lamely.

"It's okay," Evan says, coming to sit next to him on the couch. "It's just a little embarrassing. I didn't really know what to do with myself, I had a lot to say and, uh, people got kind of sick of me talking about you after a while. So I started writing it down. I kind of forgot it was still floating around."

The thing is, over the past couple of weeks they've talked about those last two items on the list. Tommy's been honest about the fact that he'd felt, at times, that he was being more careful with Evan than Evan was being with him. About the fact that he'd been okay with that, until he wasn't; that he'd been okay in the role of fun, sexy first boyfriend, until he realized that not only were he and Evan not on the same page, they weren't even reading the same book.

It's different to see the words written out so plainly. But they're on the same page now. They're walking into the same future, hand in hand.

Tommy sets the little notebook aside and laces his fingers together with Evan's.

"I love you a lot, you know," he says. It's not the first time he's said it, but it still feels so special it's a little unreal.

"I love you, too," Evan says instantly, beaming, eyes twinkling.

[cyberphuck]

We didn't have "zero tolerance" policies when I was growing up; my mom taught me that you weren't allowed to hit someone unless they hit you first-- then you could beat the shit out of them without consequence. In my mind, this also applied to authority figures that annoyed me. I wasn't "acting out," this was a calculating and elegant riposte.

By middle school I was just. Done. With teachers telling me what to do. By then I had realized that although most teachers knew what they were talking about, some really didn't have a clue, and that there were more than a few who were more interested in being obeyed than being helpful. So you'd get Small Jaydee deciding that this substitute teacher was Deserving of Punishment and doing things like asking to get up to sharpen my pencil, doing the world's slowest hula dance across the entire classroom (to get to the "good" sharpener), grinding that #2 to needle-sharpness and then javelining into the drop ceiling tiles when his back was turned. I got five up there before one of them fell, bouncing eraser-first off the tile and then clattering to a stop under a desk. I didn't throw the scissors! Somebody else threw the scissors-- I wasn't the only one who hated this sub-- and though they thunked pleasingly into the ceiling, they caused a brief shower of Ticonderogas that made the teacher's face turn purple with rage. Are you going to send me to detention? For what? You didn't see me throw those pencils and I know you're not going to be able to get "did something weird at the sharpener" to stick if I take it to the vice principal-- or my parents. My stepdad was an attorney and my mom was a mythic bitch, is one annoying autistic child really worth your job? The hardass PE teacher was not a sub. He'd been at the school for a while and wasn't new to kid wrangling, but he was still relatively young, maybe in his 30s. Like most PE teachers he thought the best way to motivate an unathletic student refusing to run a mile any faster than 35 minutes was to shout at them. I spent a lot of time walking. Jenna and I talked about what the "evil" version of It's A Small World would be like. Stephanie explained the entire plot of Sailor Moon to me. My excuses for not wearing the PE uniform (dog ate it, brother ate it, your mom ate it) and not wanting to run (can't run it's genetic no one in my family runs it's against my religion) were not impressing Mr. Santero. I could tell he was tired of my bullshit and didn't care. I wanted to hear more about Sailor Moon. But one day, I gave into his shouting and broke into a halfhearted jog. And promptly turned my ankle on a tree root. I limped back to Santero and told him I'd hurt my ankle. He didn't believe me. Nope, not gonna pull that one on ol' Santero, he wasn't born yesterday. He shouted me back to the field and told me I couldn't come back until I'd finished the mile. So I did. By next period my ankle was hot and throbbing. Mom had to come pick me up and take me to the ER. Not broken, but badly sprained, enough that I needed a splint that was delightfully bulky and serious-looking. But mom, tonight is Open House, we HAVE to go, you HAVE to meet all my teachers, what will we do?? What we did was go to Open House. I was too exhausted to use my crutches, so we had a wheelchair. My parents hadn't changed out of their suits. We wheeled out onto the basketball courts where Santero was chatting with other parents. I think about his frozen expression-- the color draining from his face-- whenever I need a pick-me-up. His eyes went from the splint, to my parents in expensive suits, to me, sitting in a wheelchair like a supervillain on a throne made of skulls. Yes, Mr. Santero, that's right. I have won. I have the power now, and when the time comes to either flunk me at the end of the semester, or move numbers around to give me a D and never see me again, we know what you'll do, won't we? I hadn't even started high school yet. But I'd had a taste of the decadent chocolate mousse of Ruining Someone's Day, and would forever be greedy for it. Oh, I didn't turn in the homework on time? I wasn't paying enough attention? You're writing me up for detention? Go ahead. Fire the first shot. You think you're an old hand at this, but you've never met someone as petty and obnoxious as me and you'll wish you never had.

when i was a kid i got a 90% on my kindergarten "what are your favorite things?" test because for the question "what is your favorite animal?" i wrote down "puma" and it got marked wrong because my teacher said a puma isnt even an animal its a kind of shoe

[thefreakpanda]

I will never understand how people keep using the good old "Nesta let Feyre hunt" line when it is the most nonsensical thing and the easiest point to debunk.

Of course, we have to mention that Elain also sat safely at home and, no, "Elain is Elain" is certainly not a good counterpoint against that... Doe eyes and pretty smiles do not make up for everything.

But let's get into my points :

Eldest sister's are not second mothers.

Nesta is Feyre's eldest sister of three years and has no authority whatsoever on her little sister.

Speaking from personal experience, my younger brother and I have the same age difference and, in his youth, he made a bunch of decisions that I thought were wrong. I didn't hesitate to voice my opinions to him and did he listen? Abosultely not. Because I'm his sister, not our mother and I was a kid myself. What did I know anyway? (Not to toot my own horn but I ended up being right anyway which wasn't hard because teenage boys are STOOPID!)

It wasn't Nesta's job to keep Feyre from hunting. Feyre CHOSE to hunt. She made her own decision and it had nothing to do with Nesta.

2. Nesta didn't want Feyre to hunt.

Something that is still important to note because the way people talk about it feels like she threw her sister into the woods. She didn't. She even hated her sister for hunting and saving her family which, I agree, was wrong on Nesta's part.

3. When was the last time someone told Feyre not to do something and she actually listened?

Seriously, the entirety of the first book consists of people saying 'Feyre, don't do this' 'Don't go there' 'You might get hurt' 'You might get killed'... and Feyre doing exactly what she was told not to anyway. It's almost as though the threat gave her even more motivation.

So even if Nesta had tried to tell her sister not to hunt, do you really believe Feyre would've listened?

If something needs to be done and there's a safe way and a risky way to do it, Feyre will pick the risky way 9 times out of 10.

She also could have found a job. For example, she could have asked Isaac if she could work on his well-off father's farm. But she chose the hunting instead.

For that reason alone, saying Nesta let Feyre hunt is not only unfair to Nesta, but a complete mischaracterization of Feyre. A character some people claim to love so much.

4. Feyre made a promise to her mother.

That woman should have demanded that of her husband and no one else. Not Nesta or Feyre.

But if there is a positive thing to take from that promise, it's that it became Feyre's lifeline. It gave her purpose and kept her from falling into a pit of despair. She held on to that.

5. The most important point : there was a fucking parent in that house!

They had enough money to live on for 3 years without Feyre hunting. He could have found a job. He could have created another business that, maybe wouldn't have made him rich as a king once more, but would have fed his family.

And no, his leg is not an excuse. The limp didn't keep him from making a cane for himself or carving little wooden figurines. Didn't keep him from dragging his cot near the fire every night.

And did everyone forget that when Feyre came back home in ACOTAR, she noticed his limp had gotten better after getting his money back?

His leg didn't magically heal. It was still shattered as he counted the trunks of gold his daughter came back with. Or when he crossed the ocean when the queens called. He still had a limp when he was on that battlefield, finally fighting for his daughters.

The problem was never the limp. The shame he felt was more potent than the love he had for his children, that's all.

That man started acting like a father when he got his money back MAGICALLY. But he gets a painting, of course. Not the sister who endangered herself and went out of her way to save the world. (Forever pissed at that!)

[loviebugzie]

Love Blooms Bakery; The Woman Behind it All

Century Magazine January 16th, 2038

Who is Anna-Lee Kamski?

Mrs. Kamski is best known today as the owner of Detroit staple, Love Blooms Bakery. A passionate business owner with a great love for her craft, and community; as well as a loving wife. She's won the hearts and caught the eyes of many in the Detroit area and beyond; yet not much is known about her. What is her story?

Century Magazine had the opportunity to sit down with the elusive baker to learn more about her life, and how she got started in the industry.

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Born Anna-Lee Joy Brundin in Chicago, IL to mother, Kristie Brundin; Anna is the youngest out of 3 sisters. (Her mom is a well-respected Obstetrician in the Chicago area; her 2 older sisters followed suit into the medical field.) She always tended to march to the beat of her own drum. "I was pretty quiet as a kid, usually in a land of my own. I was often exploring the alleyways near our home or singing to myself." From a young age, she had a love for anything sweet. A love given to her from her grandmother. "I often spent time at her house after school since mom was so busy with work and my sisters were often too busy with school or friends to spend time with me. She was my best friend." The two often spent time together experimenting with recipes and selling their creations at local farmers markets. "Those moments really showed me the beauty of baking and also of connecting with my community. Its a gift that I cherish and cant thank her enough for."

Despite it being what she now lives and breathes, baking wasn't all she focused on nor excelled at it seems. She has a past as a competitive figure skater and a chess champion. "Mom had all us girls learn to skate when we were kids. She also did it as a kid and wanted to share her love of it with us. I competed till I entered middle school when I stopped liking it. I was enjoying chess more and wanted to join an after school club for it." In school, she often found herself counting down the minutes till classes ended. "School wasn't my strong suit for sure." Kamski remarked with a slight laugh. "I was awful at studies! I'm pretty sure I failed Chemistry like 3 times! I have no idea why they made it a graduation requirement but I made it in the end!" A bright smile found its way onto her face before faltering. "Students please focus on your studies, don't be like me."

Read More: The Mysterious Mister Kamski

Upon graduating high school, Kamski found herself lost on what to do. University? Straight into working? Knowing what she does for work now you'd think it obvious what road she'd go down but it wasn't to her. "Yes, I've always loved baking but I really never thought to make it a career. I guess that came from mom, she only viewed baking as a hobby. I thought I had to do something similar to her and my sisters." She ended up trying to pursue a teaching degree at a local university. It didn't last long. "That lasted for two semesters. Looking back I have no idea how I made it that far in. I wasn't enjoying it at all!" After a particular hard day, Anna decided to take a walk around campus in hopes of something. "I don't really know what I was looking for or why but I was restless. I desperately wanted to drop out but I also didn't, scared of looking like a failure." She found herself in the culinary department. "A pastry class was in session, one of the labs they were in had windows to the hallway so passers-by could look in and watch if they wanted." Her eyes lit up before continuing. "I remember so vividly, the moment when I saw everyone at work and it felt like something just clicked." By the next school semester she had switched majors and really hit the ground running.

Read More: The Most Elusive Power Couple of the Century

While she was in school, she started baking cakes and making sweets for friends or family for practice. Eventually, she started expanding her clientele and charging for her creations. "This is when Love Blooms Bakery was born!" The brightest smile spread across her face, the excitement she held was palpable. "I ran it out of my home kitchen for a bit. During that time I was truly able to learn the reins of owning a business, balancing the work load, and getting feedback on items I was creating." "I'd say after about 3 years, interest & demand grew to the point of needing an actual storefront" Love Blooms Bakery first opened its doors 10 years ago and has been gradually gaining traction ever since. Now, not a day goes by where there isn't a line out the door before the bakery even opens. "I really owe everything to everyone who supported me. My family, friends, husband; the people who bought sweets from me and who still do especially. Nothing would have come this far if it weren't for them."

Check out Anna's upcoming cookbook - Love Blooms When Baking - set to release February 25th! You can also find her on her YouTube channel, Lovie Bakes; where she posts tutorials, new recipes, and advice on entering the industry.

Love Blooms Bakery is open every Tuesday through Sunday, 9am to 5pm, in Greektown right up the road from Henry Ford Commemorative Park in Detroit, MI. Be sure to snag a slice of their notorious Blueberry Lemon cake when you get the chance!

pictures from pinterest : dividers by; @hyuneskkami & @k1ssyoursister

©loviebugzie 2025

[theallianceofcelestials]

How would the SEA family react to a possible grandchild? Either Eclipse accidentally acquiring a child through some means (he got a raise for being surprised adopted, so he should get a raise for surprising adopting too) or possible Solar having already built Jack in that scenario thing. KC is a very devoted and involved father, curious how he would be in regards to a grand baby. Also Lunar no longer being the youngest, cue petty gremlin

Let's just say in this situation there's a Jack, who's either an SCP or just a newly forged animatronic that ran off in the city Eclipse usually shops in, and stumbled upon him and imprinted like a baby duckling

I kinda like the normal SCP running around and imprinting one, so we shall go with that. And for conveciences sake, Eclipse was alone when this happened, and couldn't just leave the random SCP there

So he's kind of freaking out, because there's another SCP glued to him now, and for all he knows this Jack fella is going to get into a territorial dispute with his own family. And well, the angry little thing certainly tries.

He'd hiss and growl at the family, and would be confused when he doesn't earn the expected reactions, and instead has these people cooing over him. He'd find it especially weird that when he tries fighting them, they turn it into something playful. So after getting freaked out by these friendly randos, he'd hide behind his newly claimed father's coattails.

Eclipse on the other hand is not amused, especially when he can see his father get emotional and teary. He's especially disappointed in his family by that point.

Bloodmon would be good uncles, and mock fight with the baby to encourage him to become a better hunter. They'd also let him stalk them, pretending to act surprised when they're caught. They'd quickly grow to be the favourite uncles, if only because they can match Jack's energy.

Solar Flare would be more of an emotional support, trying to share the things it loved while growing up. Jack'd quickly grow to love storytime, even if Solar Flare doesn't think it's as talented as its father. They'd love their new nephew tho, even if he wishes Jack was better behaved.

Lunar would feel threatened at first yeah, but then Jack'd just stare at him with his big ol' empty eyes, and he'd decide that he's the fun uncle now, teaching the kid the bad words and all the mischief. He'd also finally have a full-time partner for his cookie heists, and KC is less likely to do anything with the grandbaby involved. He's still the lovest on the favourite uncle list tho, simply because he was being meanish at first. Lunar can live with that

Moon is in a crisis all over again. He's not prepared to become a gruncle, same as he wasn't prepared to become an uncle. And this is another chaos gremlin! He'd be afraid of being bitten, he'd be afraid of being stabbed, and he'd be the strictest out of everyone, seeing as he's not sure he can live with someone who has this much energy. He'd still teach the kid how to do pranks though, and he'd be the most likely to sneak him treats. He denies this

Sun doesn't know how to react for a bit, seeing as this was very sudden, but he'd adopt the grunkle title pretty fast. He'd probably have fun knitting for a new family member, even if they still have to go through the cats being treated weirdly by Jack first thing. After that he'd make sure to teach his grand-nephew how to behave around animals

Killcode is in absolute bliss. He thought it'd be Bloodmoon who'd get a part of themselves first simply because... out of all his kids, they're the best at romancing someone amusingly enough. He especially didn't expect Eclipse to bring home a grandkid first, but he's escatic nontheless. He enjoys being the doting grandpa, more than willing to make pumpking shaped cookies and whatnot whenever his grandkid requests. He'd also be completely overbearing with Eclipse for a bit while he teaches his prickliest son how to parent. He may or may not get shouted at a bunch of times, but he really doesn't mind. He just wants the best for his family, even if he's utterly weak to the grandbaby once he learns puppy eyes

Eclipse meanwhile is just staring at his weirdass family, dying inside while simulteniously feeling warmed. It's weird for him too, because he never wanted a kid, but he does have to admit he likes having him around sometimes. Even if he ends up being the one who accidentaly teaches Jack how to curse

[impulsivelycontentious]

My dad absolutely thought it was Mind games; he believed that because HE understood implicitly what the rules were I did too and when I didn't follow them it was put of spite or laziness.

Right so this is gonna be just childhood unhappiness stuff.

I was 15 when he yelled at me on the street "You'll never amount to anything if you don't learn to talk to people," and he meant 'if you don't stop acting the way you do because you are a bad person'. But he never even considered teaching me how to talk to people. Not once. He only ever punished me for doing it wrong.

I will never be like him. And EVENTUALLY he came to understand that everything he hated about me was my autism. He did apologize. Not specifically; he didn't have a memory like mine, I doubt he remembered many specific events, but in general.

It was good enough.

He wasn't a man who should have had children. My mother wanted children because she had ideas about how idyllic life could be if she had a little boy and a little girl who would love her unconditionally and she could just ignore them in their room when she didn't feel like doing the work.

If that sounds childish it's because my mother was a teen mother. Twice. She WAS being childish. But we were planned and it was her idea.

My dad just went with it because she wanted it. He was an absent father, and once when I confronted him with my mother's behavior - I must have been about 7 - I asked him why he loved her more than us. And he said "because she's my wife". Which was the exact age I came to understand I would never be much of a priority to my father and he didn't want to be a dad.

So combine that with an autistic child back in the 80s. And then slap on that my dad is HYPER SOCIAL. He's AMAZING. He can fit in in any room he walks in to. People love him. He loves people. He worked as a security guard my whole life and he never once physically attacked anyone. He could talk the spots off a leopard.

And he had an autistic kid who really, really couldn't do social ques. And who had limited facial expressions and body language. He hated it so much and because of course he didn't want to be a dad he had no patience for it and reverted to the norm for his childhood - punish the child until they figure it out.

We don't have much of an adult relationship.

[lucius-i-ran]

Nico had higher chances than anybody else to follow Luke and they were all so damn lucky he didn't

This one is going to be a long one y'all; I could name so many reasons why Nico might have sided with Luke it's not even funny.

1. first and foremost, Nico learns about the injustice of the demigod world at a dreadfully young age. His sister dies in a quest, learing that not only gods but also heroes are unreliable since he placed trust in one and it was broken. All of that while being 10, do you know how impressionable you are at that age? And Percy was so foolish not to search for him harder because if Luke had found Nico in that state, it would have been the fall of society as we know it.

2. about that: Nico hates Percy, with all his might in fact; and who is the no.1 enemy for Luke's? Percy. This sounds kinda silly but I really don't think we should underestimate the power that a shared enemy has. I know it's mentioned in the books but I really don't think it's discussed enough how lucky the whole WORLD was that Luke didn't find out about the common feud and Nico's powerful heritage or he would have had him on his side in a matter of minutes.

3. Hades mistreats him as soon as he is aware of his presence. I'm 100% convinced that the scene where he belittles him in front of Percy in tlo is not the only time his father made this kind of comments. And even if that wasn't the case, this just means Hades let his 11 year old grieving kid run around with a vengeful and manipulative ghost, completely ignoring him and his wellbeing. And if being literally bullied and neglected by your father isn't enough, he gets mistreated by his peers. Even after tbol, everyone is wary of Nico and basically the whole campa avoids him; everyone has prejudices against him just because of his heritage. Now tell me that is not just revenge fuel.

4. Nico's support system sucks buttcheeks. He literally has nobody to rely on, no one to talk to that isn't dead, no one to vent and give him reassurance or advice (actual, good advice). He was a child!! a 10 year old that suddenly found himself without a family, without a home, without a friend. And Luke, because of his manipulative tactics and because I believe he actually wants to "house" the disappointed demigods, would have had Nico in a heartbeat!!

5. Nico lost his mother to Zeus himself in an attempt on his and his sister's life (as I've said before). This would already have been reason no.1 for anybody else to join Luke, but if that wasn't enough imagine how pissed Nico was when he found that Zeus, after attempting to his life and drastically changing it forever (for the worst) had children, well past the moment when the big three vowed. Nico is a better person than me bcs I would have been like "yk what? y'all deal with this mess by yourselves, I'm going to hang out with my helldog and this corpse I found"

6. Let's not forget!! Nico is a child of Hades!! His fatal flaw is holding grudges and I'm kinda pissed that Rick didn't make the most out of this part of the character to give us some moral conflict. Because of this characteristic mixed with all of the reasons above, I'm 100% convinced that if Luke had proposed Nico to join him when he was at a ever so slightly lower mental point, Nico would have joined, no second thoughts.

In conclusion, everyone should've kept two eyes open when sleeping, after the titan's curse.

[forsaken-headcanons]

I live with workaholic perfectionist 007n7 headcanon. he works so hard to repair what he's done, to fix things with elliot, to try and make up for some hating c00lkidd. he works so hard to help his son, but can't do it to his face because he's too scared of getting it wrong. he needs his kid's life to be perfect, and yet when c00lkidd is taken, well... he doesn't really feel a thing.

disassociation, maybe. maybe his fear response. or maybe it's just because he's so focused on making everything prepared and perfect for his kid he never spends enough time with him. c00lkidd was being bullied, for his short temper and skin mutation, and even though 007n7 was trying his best, nothing changed.

and so c00lkidd thought his dad wasn't even trying to help him.

but in the background, just so far away, he was. it was just never good enough to correct anything. never good enough to help his son, never good enough to repair his own damage, never good enough to earn forgiveness - from both himself and those around him.

never good enough. not even for his son.

...

this became really long anyway I have more but the only thing that spurred this was the fact one of c00lkidd's lines when killing 007n7 is "I've finally got your attention!" so uh. yeah.

I can never truly dislike him because he was trying his best, he really was. It just wasn't enough. Never enough.

[cubbihue]

Anytime I see Changeling Tim, "One Normal Night" from The Addams Family musical starts playing in my head

(btw love your ittie bitties AU!!! Your worldbuilding is awesome :D)

OOHH!! I've never heard of The Addams Family having a musical!!

I went to listen to it and.. yeah. Timmy would love one normal night. Or many normal nights.

[dirtytransmasc]

I find it deeply depressing that every adult in Spider's life had children, yet he was never anyone's priority. every adult he could and most likely attempted to match in to. the adults he remembered as the closest things he had to parents since birth (Jake and Norm, even if they weren't acting as his parents, because Spider, genuinely, would not know better). down to his actual foster family (the McCoskers). essentially went out of their way to de-prioritize him.

like I'm not faulting them for having kids, for having a family. but Spider was their first priority. he didn't need to be adopted by any of them, per say, but he was their responsibility. he was their orphan, Jake especially, considering he was the chief of his people, but Norm as well, seeing as he's a prominent figure head of the clan/Hellsgate.

the McCoskers took him in, but over the years, as they had their own children, he was more and more neglected. he was now no longer his actually appointed guardians priority. and that only gets worse and worse as he ages until they become outright abusive (Nash does anyway, cause thats what I'm gonna call violently kidnapping his, throwing him in a room and locking him there, and trying to kill all of them, him included, when they run away. as abuse. and I'll get back to the whole "you have to turn yourself in to the RDA" x2 speech from Jake in a second). they also didn't really accept his culture. with their resentment towards the Na'vi brewing, Spider most definitely faced some heat for being more of the forest than of humans, in terms of culture.

3 times over, Spider came first and was put last. put last by parents who know damn well how much love, time, care, and attention a child needs. who should be able to see when a kid is being neglected. who dialed to advocate and protect him from neglect (instead of calling him a stray).

he was a child and they were his advocates. all three parties failed in their duty as advocates, to protect Spider. to ensure he always had a loving home that made him their priority. that fulfilled all his needs, not just the physical ones. but all put their own families first, and abandoned Spider to the scraps of their love, time, and affection.

imagine being Spider, an orphan who can't even mention his birth parents and is always treated like he is the physical rebirth of his father's sins by half the people around him. every adult in your life has kids and seems like they're such a good parent. you watch their kids being loved and tended to and having a steady home. they receive love and affection constantly. but your fosters pay less and less attention to you as they have babies. and now your a stray to the man you look up to so much. and the man who probably taught you how to put an exopack on has less and less time for you. no one has time for you. you're no one's child. no one's priority. just a stray. a nuisance. and you don't truly belong anywhere.

no one was putting him first. children need to be someone's priority. psychology. they need it.

and then the RDA returns. the McCoskers leave, Spider is expected to leave everything he has ever known, to join the very people he hates and has been trying so hard since he could understand what it meant, to prove that he wasn't like them. Jake, the man he once looked up to, was telling him to leave. sending him away. stripping him of the little amount of family he could somewhatly claim, that being his siblings.

once again, Jake is his chief, should be looking out for him. not even as a father, per say, but as his duty to Spider as his chief. a chief should never be sending away his most vulnerable ward, a child he should consider his own (as all of his clans children should be one with his own children), to the opposing enemy force.

this happens again when they're running away, Jake tells him ever more directly to hide in the forest alone until the RDA stops shooting at everything that moves and then turn himself in so he can his own children could run. once again, putting him last, instead of protecting all of them.

then for a year, Spider has no family. no one. the McCoskers are gone and no one has stepped up to bat for him. he's 15/16 and alone. his the big sibling to the Sully's. those kids are all he has, but they aren't really looking out for him. he's looking out for them. cause he's the oldest. that's just how it is. he is one with the clan. lives with them. does chores. watches out for his siblings, the whole nine. but Jake isn't doing his duty of watching out for his ward. he is once again giving and giving and giving, and not receiving.

and then he is taken, he is taken, and while Jake may not have had the means to go back for Spider, or been able to take the risk of going back for him, he abandons him without a thought for his safety, and puts his children first. it's the language and attitude be poses towards the situation that is wild to me. he has every right to be worried about his children, but he could not spare Spider an ounce of concern, even knowing the danger he was in, and is more concerned about him spilling details then anything else. Spider is, once again, not his first, second, or even third priority. he is a means to an end. a necessary loss.

people only care about Spider when there's nothing else they can put before him.

[vynnyal]

This is a pretty good point in the wip to share this, methinks :]

Map part for the hole dwelling map, starring... Not my ocs! I wanted to use ocs, but I don't have any-- so I just used the characters from a fic I was reading at the time 😂

Turns out, the symbolism was so much fun to twist into the 11 seconds I had to work with, I ended up going way more complex than I meant to. If you wanna read the fic this was based on, please do!! And tell the author I said hi! :D

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

finished hazbin hotel and what the fuck it's actually kind of??? good???

[megumi-fm]

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