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[inspired-lesson-plans]

Revisited &Revised

SEL / Social Emotional Learning, all grades

Essential Question:

How can the lessons we observe in nature guide us in finding different kinds of solutions to different kinds of problems?

Do Now:

Write alt text for each of the 4 pages.

Remember, when writing an image description, your goal is to write a short, accurate account of only the important information that someone would want to know if they could not see the picture. This will force you to consider the images much more closely and you may notice new details.

Class Discussion:

Students share a few of their image descriptions.

Direct Instruction:

Teacher brings students' attention to the way the artistry in the images illustrates the ideas, such as the following exemplars:

The first tree clearly originated in the hollow log, like a child born in adverse circumstances. It had to make its own way out of there, yet it can never forget from whence it came.

The pavement already had cracks in it, which is what allowed the mushrooms to burst through. There's no way that it was easy, but sometimes you just have to know that it's possible.

The second tree navigated the uncompromising fence and could not change the fence, but it managed to thrive and grow thick despite its circumstances.

In the final series, the rock never gets any smaller, yet it feels smaller as the tree grows.

Higher Order Learning:

Think back on problems you have had to work your way through in your life and how you found your way through them.

Try to recall one example of a time in your life that you had to navigate each of these four scenarios, and how you succeeded. (If you don't think you've ever had to face one of these for real, then you can use stories from other people's lives).

Difficult circumstances that you were born into

An obstacle that you cannot bypass, only break through

An obstacle that you cannot break through, only bypass

Any problem that feels so big at first but feels smaller with the passage of time.

Growing.

[yumeka-sxf]

After the exciting start of a new Garden arc last time, today's new chapter did not disappoint either! First thing I noticed upon reading is - Yor's new outfit! (though you're not being very discreet with that "Garden" badge 😅)

Also that little lemur guy in the upper left of the panel is like "Wtf?!" I would think that too if a person suddenly leaped onto the tree branch next to me 🤣 (you can see him scurrying away in the next panel underneath...nice little detail from Endo there.)

Before I get into specifics of this chapter, I wanted to analyze the exchange between Yor and Hemlock in the jeep - namely, the Hemlock/Nightfall parallel, with Hemlock accusing Yor of losing her edge due to "playing house" for too long, which is exactly what Nightfall said to Twilight when she first appeared.

This made me think of an interview with Endo that was shared in the recent iterations of the SxF exhibition that's going on in Japan: when asked which character has changed the most in the series so far, he said Yor while also mentioning that Loid has barely changed. And I can see why that's the case with how Yor responded to Hemlock. Her experience during the cruise arc made her understand her own development - that now more than ever she wants to continue her work because she has more people she desires to protect.

She actually recognizes her own change and embraces it, while Loid...still hasn't gotten there yet. If we compare this exchange between Yor and Hemlock with the one between Loid and Nightfall, Loid clearly doesn't have this same self recognition about how living with the Forgers has changed him. He either genuinely doesn't know or he's in denial, which is why Nightfall is the one who points it out, and even when she tells him, he doesn't have a response.

One could argue that this may have been the case in old chapters, but ever since the mole hunt arc, he has recognized himself how he's changed. I do agree that the mole hunt arc made him realize that he's "softening" in a way, but he sees this as a detriment more than anything else. Unlike Yor who sees how her love for the Forgers has made her stronger, Loid sees it as something that will make him weaker rather than fuel his resolve.

We haven't seen much of Loid's deep inner thoughts since the end of the mole hunt arc, so only time will tell if he'll start to see his own development as something to be accepted rather than pushed away (just a note that I don't have a specific link for this part of the interview, but Fasionnessutsu shared screenshots of it in a thread here).

But anyway, back to other thoughts about this chapter, it was no surprise that even though Yor and McMahon changed into these safari-looking outfits, Hemlock is still wearing his suit. Why am I not surprised someone like him would totally refuse to wear that? 😂

And omg, the fact that Yor is still hung up about the "welcome home" kiss 😂 The fact that she's so earnest about it all this time later means...something, lol.

Also McMahon having a wife...it was kind of vague here but I wonder if she knows about his undercover work? Probably not, but would be interesting to see how much of his marital situation mirrors Yor's.

We apparently got another minor character introduced in this chapter - McMahon's pet falcon (and scouting assistant) Keekee.

In the Japanese version he calls her "Kiki-chan," with "kiki" being the sound she makes. It's nothing big, but I just found it amusing that a stoic, no-nonsense guy like McMahon calls his pet bird "-chan" 😅

The flower that Damian and company found has returned! I mentioned in my last chapter post that it may have some connection to Anya's past - we'll see!

This chapter ends on quite the cliffhanger, with Hemlock attacking Yor because, according to him, she's an impediment to his work and he's allowed to get rid of such impediments. We've already seen several examples of how quick to kill he is. Compared to Yor who tries her best to only kill "bad guys," Hemlock's first notion for anything in his way is to kill, whether it's the deer he's supposed to protect, or a fellow assassin he thinks is dragging him down.

Again, there's parallels that can be drawn between him and Nightfall, but unlike Nightfall whose obsession is fueled by idolizing Twilight, Hemlock's obsession seems to be fueled by animosity for Yor. Where that animosity came from is something we'll hopefully see in upcoming chapters. My theory is that, at some point, Hemlock idolized Yor and is now upset that she seems to have "softened," or he's always been jealous of her and now is even more enraged that she's not taking her job seriously anymore. Whatever the case is, I look forward to seeing how it plays out 👀

[sparrows4bats]

Another Damian as Selinas Sidekick AU

I love the idea that Damian becomes a doctor so much, but I am also aware that he is a little adrenaline junkie and would be bored and miss vigilantism.

So, instead of going to his father and asking for the occasional patrol or spar. Damian decides to go to Selina with his boredom.

Selina and he have bonded over the years. Their shared love of cats, their rough past, and their very different yet complicated relationship to the batman. So Damian meets her for coffee every couple of weeks to vent.

It's therapeutic, and Damian quite likes having someone who listens to his side of things without rushing to defend everyone else. Selina has been around a long time and is well aware of the flaws of his father and siblings. She understands his frustration and the fact that it doesn't change how much he loves his family.

Selina has a soft spot for the boy who was so hurt and angry when she first met him but decided his own path to helping people. So when Damian tells her how he misses the adrenaline, the adventure, but can't hurt people anymore. (He took an oath, and he doesn't want to anymore, never again if he can help it.) Selina has a wonderful idea.

If he won't be a vigilante anymore, why not a thief?

Damian protests when she suggests it. At first.

Then Selina mentions how an awful lot of the money she takes ends up in the hands of the community and that she is not active nearly as much as Batman. A good heist takes quite a bit of planning after all.

The thing that really sold him is when Selina said she needed back up anyway to steal this artifact from a private collector and return it to its country of origin.

Doctor Damian Wayne sits across from her, a cat in his lap, and smiles as she outlines the plan and agrees easier than she thought he would.

Now Damian is highly trained, turned into a weapon from birth, but Selina insists on showing him some of her own moves. Damian excels in flexibility and the more arobatic elements. He picks pockets and exploits alarm systems like he's done it for years. He grins as he tells her exactly how he used to get around his father. No one wise ever lets anyone know all of their skills, even allies.

Selina delights in teaching him social exploitation, how to use his looks and charm to convince marks to just let him in. She laughs at the disgisted face he makes as she describes how to flirt and distract. Selina is actually a little impressed with how well he does at it after a bit of practice on regular people.

They melt at his accent and pretty green eyes, tripping over themselves to give Damian anything he wants if only to have his attention a moment longer.

She giggles at the thought of Bruce's and the other bats' reaction to their baby becoming the object of admirers. She reminds herself to get him to use his new skills at the next Wayne Gala so she can watch the chaos.

Finally, Selina declares him ready and hands him his new costume. Which happens to be a skintight black catsuit made from what he guesses is reinforced material, complete with a mask to cover his mouth and a hood with cat ears sewn on top.

"No."

"But you'll look so cute kitten!"

"I'll look like an idiot!"

"You need a suit, I altered one of mine, so unless you're going to rob this guy wearing the Robin outfit, it'll have to do."

"Fine!"

"Do you have a name? Or am I calling you kitten all night?"

Damian sighs and thinks, "You can call me Stray."

The job goes extremely well. Catwoman and Stray get in, grab the artifacts and a few extras that catch their eye, and get out without anyone noticing. It's the most fun Damian has had in ages, flitting across rooftops once again.

After that, Stray makes regular appearances, never when it'll interfere with his work. He and Catwoman robb the corrupt and return culturally significant objects and wealth to where they belong. Afterwards, he goes to work and saves lives.

Damian and Selina don't tell the others about their escapades. Damian doesn't want the hassle of explaining his choices to them, and ever since he hung up the cape, his father and brothers have been overprotective to the extreme. Silena is waiting for the world's greatest detective to figure out his civilian son is now her sidekick.

Batman notices Strays existence months after Damian starts his new hobby. He meets his father in the house of a mob boss Catwoman had been targeting for years.

"Catwoman, whose your friend?" Batman grunts

"Oh, Batsy, meet my kitten, Stray."

Damian pitches his voice a little lower and carefully imitates a Gotham accent.

"Great to finally meet you Batman, my mentor has told me so much about you." Damian offers a clawed hand. His father doesn't take it.

"Get out of here. This guy is involved in a human trafficking ring I'm tracking down."

"All the more reason to liberate his ill gotten gains, don't you think?" Damian asks with a smirk.

Batman glares at him but let's them leave with a few nice paintings and doesn't bother giving chase. Damian ignores Selina winking at the Bat and whispering in his ear for his own sanity.

It goes on like this for weeks. When he sees his father outside the mask, the man is doting and worried if he's eating enough. When he he meets Batman, the man is cold and standoffish.

The other bats enjoy his humour but are thoroughly confused at his ability to evade them.

Bruce is losing it because the last time a masked figure showed in Gotham with vaguely familiar moves, it was Jason on a revenge mission. At least, Stray isn't beheading people, but Bruce needs to know who he is, like yesterday.

Silena says nothing but enjoys their frustration. Her kitten is having fun for the first time in years, and not even the bats are going to ruin that.

It works well, Damian helps Silena while he keeps his new life as a doctor without his family knowing his secret. He enjoys the adrenaline and sleeps better with some sort of outlet.

Then, all of the Batfamily are kidnapped.

Damian doesn't know how it happened or why he is the only one left to deal with it, but Silena called, and now he has to go rescue his idiots. Silena is with the sirens out of town, so Stray goes in solo. (he doesn't have time to find a robin suit.)

He finds his family tied up and mildly drugged in a large basement.

"Why are you here?!" Nightwing asks as he is untied.

"Because apparently you all are incapable of keeping yourselves out of trouble without my help!"

"We've never needed your help before?" Red Robin interjects, looking at him like a puzzle.

"Yes, take that tone! Agent A is waiting at the cave for you all, and God help me if any of you patrol again without me clearing you!"

"Wait-" Batman starts. "Damian!"

Every other bat looks at him in shock.

"No names in the suit, Father!"

All of the vigilantes start to talk over each other as Damian sighs. He has a shift in 5 hours and probably won't be able to sleep before it now.

Just as Damian has untied the last of his siblings, the door to the basement busts open to reveal a very serious looking Jon Kent. Tim had apparently activated the distress beacon.

Stray holds his face in his hand. "Bit late there, Superman." As he turns to a hovering Jon Kent.

"Damian?!" The Super gapes at him.

"No names in the suit, Hayseed!" Damian crosses his arms, his glare visible even if his scowl is hidden. Jon immediately turns bright red. Damians family look on in dread.

"I didn't know you even had a suit anymore!"

"It wasn't important!"

"Looks pretty important to me! What? Trade in the bird theme for... Are those cat ears??"

Damian glares harder. "They weren't my choice."

"Yeah, I got that. This is very different from your old Robin get-up." Jon looks him up and down. "Suits you, though."

Damian hopes his heartbeat doesn't give away how that comment affects him, but going by the smirk on Jons face, he already knows.

"NO!" Damians brothers shout from beside him.

"Stray, you are coming back to the cave." Batman orders

"But Father-"

"Now."

Damian really just wants to sleep, but his father isn't giving him a choice in the matter. He looks towards Jon and has a wonderful idea.

"Superman, I could use an evac." Jon takes a moment, smiles, and grabs the cat themed thief and flies them both away. They ignore the other heroes yelling behind them.

After a few minutes of flying, Jon sets him down in the middle of a field.

"So you're Stray now?"

"I needed an outlet that didn't hurt people, Silena suggested it." Damian says while taking down his mask and hood. "Thank you for the escape."

Jon chuckles. "Anytime." He steps closer. "If you want to repay the favour, you could take me to dinner?" He flirts.

Damian raises a brow. "Really?"

"I'll even pay."

"How is that repayment?"

"Was thinking more of a date, actually?" Jon looks at his lips as he says this.

"The Cat Costume really does it for you, huh?" Damian teases.

"No, you do it for me. I've been trying to ask you out for ages, but seeing you in skintight leather is definitely a hell of a motivation."

Damian hums. "Tommorrow then, you can pick me up after my shift. If you let me sleep before I have to work in the morning"

"Deal."

His family eventually interrogate him about being Stray, but not before they find Jonathan Kent waiting for him with flowers and a kiss.

Needless to say, Selina is highly entertained when she returns.

[elodieunderglass]

We know Killie can get a little dapper with it, but I have to ask. How messy is his bedroom? Is he meticulous and tidy, or is he frantically shoving dirty socks under the bed when someone comes over?

(Killie the jockey OC)

Killie perceived that he spent a lot of his childhood and teen years putting things away properly. When his shared bedroom abruptly became a bedroom for only one person, he realised that it wasn't him who'd been messy. He suddenly found that things stayed where he put them. Killie is tidy-minded, and has little else to occupy him; he quietly imposes order on his space, simply because he passes through and automatically orders it.

There is never very much of Killie to be found in his material possessions, and he doesn't have much to put away. He is very rarely indoors, or at home, anyway. He doesn't own trinkets, or watch television, or read books or magazines, or have little hobbies that leave bits of things scattered around. Apart from the hand-tailored proper clothes, you could probably replicate everything in his home by a visit to a saddlery, and then to a sport supply shop. And a toothbrush.

Upon leaving his parents' family home, he has variously lived with Pippa/Rossa/other jockeys in shared rentals, and upon becoming a stable jockey, briefly lived above the stables in a dorm-style bunk accommodation provided by his employer, with the permanent grooms/stablehands. Eventually he moved to a microscopic, but private, flat of his very own on the employer's property - it might be a caravan (trailer) type accommodation, or a few rooms tucked above another stable. But the kitchen has practically nothing in it, the bed's just where he sleeps, and he could move out by packing a few suitcases. Nobody ever comes over - but if they did, his bedroom would never shame him. Even his laundry is terribly easy.

He brings his trophies and things home to the Tiernan base of operations in County Meath, because they have a Room to Put the Family Trophies In, and that's what you do. The place where he lives isn't his to decorate - it's his employer's - and besides, it's good enough that he knows that it's at home.

I think the advent of a Guy Who Declares They Are Boyfriends Now would bring a lot of quiet dismay to Killie, who would suddenly find himself beset by rapid changes. What's happened. Why is Killie always cleaning the kitchen again for some reason. Why are things always moving around? and getting dirty? Why is it hard to put stuff away properly, because there's already something there. What is HAPPENING? What do you MEAN the place is too small?

which is just a funny situation to put him in. Sorry Killie, people usually live in their living spaces. welcome to life.

[13thpythagoras]

valid question, thank you for asking!

From what I've seen, it's consensus that Neanderthals ate a diet that was high enough percent in meat to change their physiology, such that they were about 50-100x stronger than a h. s. sapien at the same time. I'm drawing broad new-ish(?) conclusions from that consensus view.

All I'm positing is this likely also had an effect on their psychology.

I had an anon in my asks that got lost saying this study proves they weren't carnivores because they sometimes only ate rabbits. I'm like ... just failing to see how it's controversial to suggest the Neanderthals' diet may have (likely) had psychological impacts in addition to the physiological changes we already note in the above study and many others like it. I'm seeing it as wide consensus they had a high-meat diet relative to h. s. sapiens.

I invite any researcher to study the human timeline and note we had a bottleneck in population 900k years ago down to roughly 1,250 individuals, we bounced back though and later split from the lineage that became Neanderthals/Denisovans about 600-800k ya, the first constructed buildings have been discovered in Africa c 400k ya, h. s. sapiens emerges 250-200k ya, from Africa arrives in America 120k ya, Australia 65k ya, and Europe 40k ya- why did it take h. s. sapiens so long to make it to one of the nearest continents to Africa, Europe?...which, during ice ages, may have even seen a dry Mediterranean sea, easily traversible? ... seems suspicious that these carniverous apex predators densely populating Europe for 300k years may have had something to do with h. s. sapiens' difficulty in gaining a foothold in Europe, while by contrast it's looking like Asia was much less densely populated by Denisovans.

Anyway it's a suspicion! I'm curious to learn more and maintain an open mind but I think it's funny to watch folks look at Neanderthals, an animal that literally had an enlarged liver to handle all the extra meat in its diet, these animals ate so much meat in the short span they diverged from us modern humans that they became 50-100x stronger than us on average, and could chomp through our literal bones, people are saying Neanderthals were these romantic cuddly guys. Seems unlikely to me. Modern humanity wasn't the strongest so we filled a niche called being the smartest.

We see articles like this that can only conjecture humans and neanderthals peacefully cohabitated for maybe a few thousand years while in context, Neanderthals doninated Europe for over 300,000 years. If there's any agenda that I am sensing here, it's an agenda to paint the Neanderthals as a cuddly lil teddy bear, who we co- lived with in villages the entire time that we shared a history, when, in reality, it was just less than 1% of the evidence towards that type of hypothesis with in my view closer to 99% of the evidence being that Neanderthals murdered and raped humans out of localized existence for roughly 99% of our shared history, and of course this is history that existed before language and law and morality and conception of murder or rape, so these are literally wild beings who I don't judge, I'm just trying to accurately describe what happened. I'm very curious to continue genuine discussion and I'm not here to escalate any mockery, but I'm here to learn and stay respectful. Cheers!

Again above, this really is only one percent of our shared history to claim a few thousand years of coexistence... when the Neanderthals have been in Europe closer to 300,000 years, h.s. sapiens only existing for roughly 200k years, most of which time we couldn't expand into Europe, seems like there was a hard barrier against the expansion of h. s. sapiens into Europe called Neanderthals...

pro-tip: don't ever use the sentence "thousands of years" in your worldbuilding unless you really know what a thousand years is like

[rebeccathenaturalist]

To Have As Much Compassion For the Coyote As the Rabbit

Spring is here, and all throughout my social media are posts by people panicking about coyotes. It’s not uncommon for these native canines to be more visible this time of year since they have dens full of hungry pups to feed and protect. You might see them on the hunt for mice and other rodents, or you could be quietly but firmly escorted away from a den site. There’s a chance you’ll even see a coyote toting a nice, fat rabbit home to her pups.

That last one tends to upset some folks. I’ve seen people say they’ve deliberately scared away predatory animals to cause them to drop their prey, or in some cases even physically wrestled the prey away. Sure, that may make you feel like some sort of hero for saving the rabbit. But why does the rabbit deserve to live while the coyote’s pups slowly starve to death? Why should a Cooper’s hawk not be allowed to eat the house finch it just plucked from a convenient bird feeder? Who says we are right to get in the way of a garter snake capturing a tree frog? And what if the rabbit you liberated has internal injuries that slowly kill it anyway once it runs away from you in fright?

Read under the cut to find out how many self-described "nature lovers" only really love part of nature.

Many of us have a Disneyfied approach to nature. We have a great deal of sympathy for herbivores* like Bambi and Thumper, and we give Flower the striped skunk a free pass since most of what he eats is insects. We might get annoyed when Bambi starts to browse on the vegetables and rose bushes, but we don’t react with the sort of wailing dismay that we do when a mountain lion takes out one of Bambi’s herd members.

And yet an American robin tugging earthworms out of the ground and swallowing them alive is no different from a bobcat pouncing on the robin. Both are examples of one animal preying upon another, a perfectly normal part of the cycles of nature for 800 million years. Without carnivores (and insectivores and omnivores), herbivores would quickly overpopulate, depleting plant communities to ecologically disastrous states, and crash life as we know it. Life is all about inhabiting niches, and carnivores fill their evolutionary roles quite effectively.

Many people who claim they “love nature” only love the herbivorous, gentle, fuzzy parts of it, and refuse to examine or change their revulsion of or violence toward the rest. That’s a big problem. The elements of nature they consider to be “ugly” or gross” are no less important than the “pretty” or “adorable” ones. And systematically removing the “bad” animals can have a detrimental effect on the entire ecosystem. The benighted person who kills every snake they see is only going to cause an increase in rodent populations, which of course raises the likelihood of diseases, crop damage, and gnawed electrical wires in the attic.

Moreover, when we try to apply the limitations of human ideals of morality to the rest of nature, we ignore the concept of existence value: that all beings are important simply because they are here with us in this amazing, vibrant world we share. What are we implying when we say that the coyote pup is less deserving of life than the rabbit?

We have interfered with nature way too much as it is, in much larger ways than this. Yet it is a simple act to allow these individual interactions between species play out as they naturally would without feeling that we have to step in and play moral referee. Our arrogance at thinking that nature exists for us and our priorities is how we found ourselves in our current ecological predicament. The least we can do is be hands-off in our local food web. Consider it good practice for having healthier boundaries toward nature, rather than constantly centering ourselves in every decisions we make regarding other living beings.

Finally, practice having some compassion for the coyote busily trying to feed her young–and herself. She can’t run to the grocery store and get a package of industrially farmed beef to make burgers for the kids. Her entire life is a constant race against death, whether from starvation, disease, extreme heat or cold, and of course the interference of humans. Imagine the relief she must feel when she successfully manages to catch something bigger than a mouse–do you think we’re the only ones whose reward centers in our brains light up at a job well done? Think of how excited your dog gets when he manages to catch the ball–that’s not only a trait of domesticated animals.

Have some compassion for the coyote pups eagerly awaiting their next meal and their parents' warmth. Photo by John Harrison, CCA-SA-3.0-Unported

Give and take, life and death, nutrients and energy endlessly cycling through body after body after body of animal, plant, fungus, bacteria–that is the grand dance in which the coyote and the rabbit play their parts. Appreciate this eons-old round without feeling the need to alter the tempo, and be glad that tonight the coyote pups will sleep contentedly with full stomachs.

*For the record, many “herbivores” will opportunistically eat meat, live or dead, for the nutrients. Bambi and his buddies are quite happy to pluck a perfectly healthy baby bird or two out of a nest as a snack, and will chew on carrion now and then, too.

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[ravenclaws-stuff]

Sirius Black x reader

Summary: Molly insists on taking over headquarters, even going as far as to argue with Sirius on which room should be available. Luckily for him, you are there to put her in her place

Tags: Established relationship, Molly being Molly, mention of drinking, Azkaban changed Sirius, minor angst feeling, mention of Regulus death

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Grimmauld Place, home to the ancient and most noble house of Black and headquarters to the Order of Phoenix. The house was filled with people of all sorts. The Weasleys, the Granger girl everyone talks so highly about, even Harry will be here in the next few days, according to Dumbledore. Remus, an old friend, has also moved in, bringing a smile to your favorite person’s usually gloomy face, Sirius Black.

Over the months that headquarters began, Molly took it upon herself that Grimmauld Place was unfit to live in and it needed to be cleaned. Sirius quickly agreed, if only to spite his mother’s portrait when she witnessed her belongings get thrown out.

“Sirius, be realistic. We need all the rooms we can use. What’s the point in letting the dust collect in that room?” Molly’s shrill voice echoes from the kitchen. You quicken your pace, hoping she wasn't talking about the room you know is off limits to everyone in this house.

Sirius throws back a shot of fire whiskey as you walk into the kitchen. Just from the look on your husband's face, you could tell Molly was nagging about that room again.

“Molly, must I remind you that you are a guest in this house?” Molly’s jaw twitches as you place your hands on Sirius’s shoulders. His tense muscles relax under your touch.

“Just because Dumbledore requested our home as headquarters does not mean you can do whatever you please.” You silence her with a glare as she tries to interrupt once again.

“So if Sirius says leave something alone in this house, then you will listen.” She crosses her arms like a toddler about to have a fit.

“We need the room. Harry will be here in a few days.” She turns to Sirius. “Wouldn't you prefer your godson to have his own room?” You clear your throat, pulling her attention away from Sirius.

“Molly, drop it. Harry can share with Ron. I’m sure he would much rather not be alone than he already has this summer.”

“You can’t tell me what to do. This is not your home. It belongs to Sirius.” Molly screeches. You roll my eyes, stepping away from Sirius and closer to the bothersome witch. “You must have forgotten. Sirius is my husband, which makes this house my home just as much as his. So either you will drop the topic-”

“Or else what? You’ll kick me out.” You smile innocently. “Throw you out? I would never.” Another step closer.

“I would however apparate to your house and rearrange everything to my liking. Merlin knows your house could use some organization.” I spat, showing everyone why the sorting hat placed me into the snake pit. Molly huffs, before storming out of the room calling for her children to leave. “Never have I ever been treated like this before.”

Later that night, you finally join Sirius into bed. “Thank you.” He mumbles into your hair. Those were the first words he had spoken to me all day. Azkaban changed my husband, practically stole his voice. Such a vast difference from when we were still young and in that castle.

“It's fine Sirius. Molly had no right to come here and tell you how to take care of your house.” His arm thrown across your waist tightens. “Our house.” You smile, squeezing his hand.

“Thank you for defending him.” You turn in his hold, heart breaking at the hollow look in his eyes.

Regulus, the ghost that haunts Sirius in this house. You knew how much he blamed himself for his brother’s death. How much he wished he forced him to leave when he escaped to the Potters. You reach out, brushing his dark curls out of his pale scarred face.

“Of course my star. He’s family.”

[adelina-shifts]

𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘴 /ꪮ 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲 ꔫ

reblog for ask! ᡣ𐭩 what scents remind you of your relationship? ᡣ𐭩 how does your s/o show love? ᡣ𐭩 what does the winter season look like for you two? ᡣ𐭩 what do summers look like for you + your s/o? ᡣ𐭩 when you think of them, what is the first song or lyric that sparkles into your mind? why does this remind you of them or your relationship? ᡣ𐭩 how do you celebrate your achievements together? ᡣ𐭩 how do you two spice up your relationship when things are feeling dull or monotonous in your lives? ᡣ𐭩 how does your s/o help soothe or ground you when you’re feeling overwhelmed, stressed, or anxious? ᡣ𐭩 how does your s/o make your inner child feel safe? ᡣ𐭩 what makes you want to “stick” with your s/o for the rest of your lives?

lemons and leather one summer when we were kids, i created a lemonade stand to raise money for non-profit wildlife and environmental organizations. Lorenzo (my brother) laughed at me, but Benjamin (s/o) gave me this look as if he was seeing me or rather the person i would become. that day smelled like heaven and freshly squeezed lemon. he always smells like his cologne (teakwood and leather), and yet somehow, a faint lemony scent follows him everywhere and i whenever i get a whiff i sometimes wonder if it is on purpose.

affection Benjamin had always been one of few words, he's quiet around people he doesn't know very well, if at all. he's an artist, he loves sketching and writing, sometimes even a highlighted quote in a book is how he'll show his affection. he's also a hoverer; he's not talkative but he's always near. he's shows his love quietly, quality time, physical touch, and small gifts!

comfort in company both Benji and i are homebodies, we are friends when i shift, so we tend to not spend as much time alone as we do with our friend group. when we're at social gatherings we stay close to each other our of comfort and habit. we'd both rather stay in by the fire and order takeout during winter holiday.

the summer versions of us despite our lack of need to socialize, we do have a pretty big friends group���especially during the summer when we head down to Cousins. we can typically be found going on morning muffin/coffee runs, eating lunch out by our pools, and on the beach at bonfires after noon. there's the deb ball every beach season and organized beach-clean-ups we help set-up and take part in. it might be the summer air, or maybe it's just the magic of Cousins, but we come out of our shell this time of year.

a song: a memory "It was summer when i saw your face, looked like a teenage runaway..." (Rollercoaster, Bleachers). this song always pops into my head when i think of Benjamin. yes, we share a love for the classics, but we also love a good summer song. when i hear this song, i instantly think of our relationship and what could possibly change this summer.

love in the little things when i receive an award or accomplish a goal i'd set out for myself, i always celebrate with my family and friends (which includes Benji). he'll normally slip me a piece of paper or a small present privately. when he receives an award i'm more vocal about my congratulations. he gets embarrassed about it, but i know he secretly adores it. this happens with birthdays and holidays as well–except Halloween, we're both October-maniacs and are not afraid to show it.

summer of what ifs our entire lives it's been this "will they, won't they?" kind of relationship. i've known i've had a crush on him since the age of 13, this summer i'm being a bit more bold about myself–i'm not just looking at him anymoe–at least i'm trying not to. he's got this silent energy about him that keeps me wondering if he sees me more than his best friends little sister.

held, just long enough i'm typically very nervous before giving a speech–i do my best to be a good advocate for climate change and how it affects the environment. i am the vice president of key club and–and with that comes a lot of public speaking–which intensifies my anxiety. only my close family and friends know this about me, they encourage me with smiles and nice words, but, Benji, he always takes a moment to hold my hand. he'll squeeze it three times before letting go, almost like a quiet countdown.

the echo of addie everyone calls me Adelina or Lina. Benji's the only one that calls me Addie. he picked it up around age 9. my father had just congratulated me and had said, "adda girl" to which Ren and Benji had overheard and snickered at. i'd made a face at them and right after Benji had said, "it kind of fits, though, Adda–Addie." at the time i'd hated the nickname, but as we got older, it became one of the few things i still had of my childhood. he only calls me Adelina when he's mad at me, but Benji's never mad at me.

before we knew what it meant for me, it's always been him. he was there when i was born, my brother's best friends. the boy next door. i grew up with him. i laughed with him. he was there for my losses and my wins. he saw me through every phase i've ever had. he knew everything about me even when he didn't know anything at all. i was his before we even knew what that meant.

ib: @junoshifts

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[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 187 (A Proposition...)

Rafa Bonilla returned home from work in a daze, and his girlfriend, Melissa, caught his forced smile. "Did you have a bad day at the villas?"

"No worse than usual," he said. "Conrad called me."

"You look...I don't know what you're thinking. I've never seen that look before, Rafa. What's going on?"

"Ximena's pregnant."

Melissa was dubious, recoiling at the mention of his sister. "She's what? Don't they have condoms in prison?"

"Apparently they worked in the prison library together, one of the prisoners started a fight with the guards and left them alone...I don't know all the details but you know Ximena. If she wants someone she'll find a way."

"She told you she never wanted kids."

"Conrad says she won't raise it. The prison doesn't have a program for incarcerated moms, but Ximena probably wouldn't want it, anyway."

"So what happens? The baby goes to foster care when she gives birth?"

Rafa shifted uncomfortably. "Not if there's family to take in the baby."

The lovebirds shared a long look. Melissa silently begged him to be serious, but she knew what he was thinking. "Rafa, we can't raise a baby. We live in a shipwreck. I don't make a lot as a lifeguard, and you barely make enough in tips to buy the materials you need to renovate this place."

"I know, but I was thinking...you know Sulani PD asked me to join their force after I took out those smugglers when Ash was kidnapped."

"And you told them you were past making trouble but could never be like the guys who slammed my head into the sidewalk the night Ximena's deal was bust by the cops."

"Conrad's not like them. I could probably do it like Conrad. Oliana doesn't need me; anyone could serve drinks to rich tourists at the villas, but Sulani PD would pay me enough that we could rent a real home here. One with room for a baby, and an indoor shower."

A smile pulled at Melissa's lips, but she couldn't bring herself to let it spread. "As much as I'd appreciate not having to shower in the waterfall every morning, you don't want anything to do with your sister. You think she'll leave us alone if you're raising her kid? We're not ready to raise a baby, let alone your sister's demon spawn."

"I'm from the same people as my sister, Mel, and I'm not like her. I can't let my own niece be raised by complete strangers."

"Niece?"

"Conrad said the tests say it's a girl. He says he'll work personally to make sure Ximena's baby is placed with the right foster home, but I don't care if Ximena's a lost cause. Babies are innocent and I can't abandon Ximena's daughter."

Melissa knew how he felt, but she needed time. "When do you need to decide?"

"We have months. We can decide after she gives birth if we want to. That's what Conrad said."

With Rafa and Melissa left with a massive decision in Sulani, Heather returned home after a late night at the clinic in the Bay. She smiled when she found the kids quietly doing homework and Conrad on the floor playing with Roan.

"Hey, how was your day?" She could see tension in the smile he gave their infant son, and she knew something was weighing on his mind.

"My day was...interesting," he said, shaking Roan's rattle as the giggling boy's tiny hands reached in futility.

"That sounds a little more ominous than it should, Conrad."

"I know. It's nothing terrible, I just...Roan's hungry and I want to take a shower, get out of my suit."

In truth, he wanted time to get his thoughts together, and he wanted to get the kids to bed before he told her.

Heather still hadn't changed or showered by the time the kids were all off to sleep; she was too anxious about what Conrad had to say. "Do you want to talk about your day now?"

"I got some news from Brindleton Prison," he began. "Ximena's pregnant with John Brindleton's daughter, and the courts are going to ask Rafa and Melissa to take the baby. If they don't take her, she'll end up in foster care."

"Well, it's not that hard for babies to find foster families and get adopted," she said. "Puppies and kittens never stay in shelters for long, either."

"The way Rafa thinks about loyalty...it took ages for him to turn on his sister. He's not going to let his own niece get lost in the system."

"But he lives in a shipwreck..."

"I talked to him earlier. I told him I'd do everything I can to support him, but he's not even sure he'll convince Melissa..."

His voice trailed off, leaving an echoing silence and the thump of his own racing heartbeat. Like he knew what he was about to say could start a fight. Heather took a deep breath.

"Conrad, you're not thinking we raise the baby...?"

"I know it sounds insane. Ximena made our lives hell, but I wouldn't doubt she's having this baby to torture the brother who put her behind bars. I heard her promise she'd make him regret it the night he confronted her at the prison. Rafa's like a brother to me; he won't accept the system and putting Ximena's kid with strangers, but he'd accept us."

Heather shook her head. "And what about our kids? What would Ash think living in the same house as Ximena's daughter? She's the reason he was kidnapped! And what if she gets out of prison on some wild-eyed appeal and comes back to torture us, too?"

"I'm not suggesting we do this without talking to the kids. I'm trying to do what's best for Rafa, and I know us, Heather. We can give that baby everything he can't, even better than some strangers in the system."

"You can, maybe. I don't know why I should have to raise your erratic ex-girlfriend's prison lovechild."

Conrad shook his head. He'd expected this reaction, and there was no use carrying on. "You're right, I'm sorry. It's a bad idea."

"We'll help Rafa and Melissa," she offered quickly. "Of course we will. If they're going to raise a baby, they've got to get out of that shipwreck. Maybe we should even plan a family vacation to Sulani after Ximena gives birth to help them through the first few weeks with a newborn. I'm sure the kids would be happy with a tropical vacation."

"Yeah...yes. That's a great idea."

"Conrad, I love you. But that witch..."

"I know. I love you, too. Don't think about her anymore. It was a wild proposition; I shouldn't have asked. It wouldn't be fair to you or to Ash."

"Or you!" she argued.

He smiled. "Right. Me neither."

The lovebirds fell asleep in a comfortable embrace - as though making up for the fact they felt very differently about who should raise Ximena's baby. ->

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[fafodill]

Hi! I'm new to your blog and really enjoying scrolling through it ☺️ I was wondering if you have a list of fanfic recommendations anywhere? I like your take on Snape as a character and I feel like your taste in fanfic would be impeccable. No worries if you'd rather not share though! 💛

You're so sweet, thank you! I've been back in the fandom for just a little while so I'll update this as I go but you can consider this my fanfic masterpost for now. If you like some share it with me in the comments and give the authors a kudo and a little review! <3

Severus stuff

The War of the Roses (ongoing, not yet but oh mama such sexual tension), Snirius with a Sirius POV, taking place during OotP. Sirius characterization is breathtaking: he is really fucked up after Azkaban (which I love) and we get a good look at his family trauma, his unrequited love for James and his tangled feelings about Snape. The author paints with words. It's deeply scarred, human and beautiful. I cannot tell you how obsessed I am with it.

Second Life (completed, a little smutty). Snirius post-war AU where they both live. One chapter but you will travel through time and space and clench at your chest. It's a messy (oh so messy but so beautiful) journey through life and love. You may cry. Maybe several times. You'll be ruined changed at the end of it but deeply happy.

A Patchwork Family (completed), Severitus, takes place during PoA, Draco is involved too. Amazing fic that really dives into Harry as a victim of abuse and neglect under the Dursley's care. The slow shift of dynamics is super interesting, touching and realistic. I cried a few times too, especially at the end. There's a few chapters in Severus's POV posted separately that I adore as well and a sequel.

Fate set Right (completed, implied), Snamione where she goes back in time to the Maraudeur era and I absolutely loved their Hogwarts years (the 15 first chapters). It’s very long (full re-write of the story). Very much a ‘if he had better people around him, this is what his life could have looked like’. Very impressive storytelling, some amazing ideas. Also Dumbledore is a insufferable. But brace yourself for a saga.

I'll be your Doll (completed, smut fest). Post-war Snamione. Snape got his life - and dating life - together after the war and has found a good equilibrium in his sex life. But now, there's Hermione and something hits different. You wanna blush? I sure did. Great fic which explores non-monogamous dynamics and kinky stuff.

Cursed into Temptation (completed, solo deprived smut) Solo Snape. He knows something is happening with this new colleague of his but he couldn't bring himself to follow her back to her room. Now he's alone in his quarters and can't sleep... This fic actually fueled my adoration for deprived!Snape. I love it, he's so ashamed and needy. Many sexy ideas.

Rare pairs

Spoonful of Sugar in a Nice Cold Cup of Revenge (completed), Fleamont Potter/Severus Snape… yes. Yes I know, but it’s so good. Basically teen!Snape meets Fleamont-Daddy-Green-Flag-Potter and it’s amazing I swear. No more comments your Honor, I wanted 10 more chapters.

Premature Eulogy (ongoing, a week of smut). Lucius/Severus/Narcissa. Post-war AU where Severus is supposed to appear in front of the Wizengamot under Veritaserum to defend Lucius's allegiances during the war. The line of defense? The three of them were lover back then. That's not true, but it will have to be... they have a week to make memories. Severus is extremely inexperienced but we get a super touching depiction of a healthy three way dynamic, full of smut and love. I adore them like this, you won't regret it.

Difficult to Work With (completed, metamorphmagi smut). Tonks/Moody. I will die on this hill, they're great together. Here, have a very touching (and also smutty) little fic where they're super fun and have such a great chemistry. Super cool ideas about Tonk's metamorphmagi powers. Alastor is an open-minded respectful king.

[drdemonprince]

I really resonated with your plurality post!! I have felt a similar kind of, “oh that's really familiar but not quite right," when reading about people's plurality experiences.

I've always felt very fragmented in my inner world, like my thoughts and feelings are echos from different directions, or even like pieces of multiple people that don't quite add up to one.

When I think of myself internally I usually say things like, "we," but less like a council of people and more like a human shaped trench coat full of rats. And that always dissociating feeling you described is so real.

I'd like the feeling to be more neutral and less of an antagonist to my mental well being but perhaps that's just a perspective change I need. It can feel quite positive when I'm alone, especially in nature, but I find that's often fleeting and replaced with what I can best describe as, the expectation that I should want to be whole and present all the time.

Anyway just some of my fragmented thoughts I wanted to share. Thank you so much for sharing yours!

It feels less lonely in the trench coat now :)

aww thank you. It helps to hear that others understand it. Really, the self is an illusion, our brains and bodies are a collection of different systems and impulses and so it really shouldn't be seen as all that unusual to experience living in terms of passing emotions and sensations rather than as being driven by some consistent "person." but individualistic culture makes it damn hard to not be an individual! just being in nature or a quiet moment helps. :)

[firewasabeast]

https://www.tumblr.com/firewasabeast/783270744796889088/victim-blaming-the-white-man-isnt-a-victim-just?source=share

not that anon being like "the white man is a victim"..... anon, literally anyone is capable of being a victim just as much as literally anyone is capable of being shitty/abusive/toxic, there is no magical label that changes either of these facts. the sooner ppl judge based on a person's repeated, unapologetic actions rather than their identity, the better off we will be. there's a big difference between recognizing things like discriminatory biases irl leading to ppl believing false accusations (because we live in a society that is racist/homophobic/transphobic/etc) and looking at any given person's actions, recognizing that they are harmful, and addressing it without acting as though it reflects back onto the marginalized community said person comes from.

i'd apologize for taking this topic too seriously but considering how many people these past few days have victim-blamed real victims for being triggered by a scene that reminded them of their real trauma, how many people have been put down because "you're just too sensitive," how many people have been taking eddie's actions and romanticizing them and calling them married vibes, domestic energy, and whatever the fuck else to be like "look how cute they are!" which can directly impact people in abusive situations trying to figure out if behavior IS normal... i think i'm allowed to take shit too seriously.

white men can be victims of domestic violence just as much as anyone else can be. this includes both queer men and straight men, neurotypical and neurodiverse men, men who are physically stronger than their partner and those who cannot physically fight back at all, and the list goes on. there is no label that erases that. i've been hurt by both men and women in my life, both romantically and not.

everyone is responsible for their own actions when they hurt people they claim to care about and for making amends. calling out ur favorite fictional man for repeat behavior isn't going to hurt anyone :/

anyway, hope you have a good day cj. sorry for the shitty people in your asks lmao (and for writing a long ass ask--im so tired of ppl downplaying a lot of our experiences as us being too sensitive or whatever and finding whatever they can sling at ppl between calling us racist for addressing said repeat behavior to being like "bucks a white man, hes fine" when i've known white men who were abused in their relationships, who have faced shit like SA, etc. just because anon doesn't give a shit doesn't mean it doesn't happen)

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[mangionebabymama]

u know what's sending me abt these ppl crashing out is that it just comes from blatant jealousy 😭 i'm sorry but at some point they gotta do some soul searching and reflect on why they're in this community bc that type of reaction to a man sending a damn letter is what parasocial is. i don't like that term but it is what is it bc desperately trying to change the narrative anytime he doesn't fit the image they've made of him as a stoic, well spoken, "perfect" man is parasocial in its very definition. add him sending a letter to this girl they've managed to indoctrinate as being the devil incarnate and it verges past being a supporter and straight into ownership. calling him crazy/insane/schizophrenic as soon as they realised they couldn't deny that it was him, that he CHOOSES to reply to these ppl w equal enthusiasm bc he has his agency, doesn't come off as someone "normal" like they love to self proclaim, it come's off like a fan in denial.

HEAVY on him having his agency, because him writing and getting letters is one of the few ways he's still able to maintain and control a sense of it while in prison. I don't think it's only blatant jealousy, bc getting upset over what letter he sends, and then getting riled up and mad over who receives mail from him, is absolute PICK-ME behavior if you look at it.

Like, yes, I’m not gonna lie—I do get a little envious when I see people not only receive letters from him, but even just see their letter make it into the catalog. I’ve sent him several, expressing my heartfelt support and respect, along with words of affirmation and funny stories, and yeah, it would be nice to know that maybe, one day, one of mine will reach him too. I think we all want a letter we’ve written—one with intent, with purpose, from the heart—to reach the person it’s meant for, especially when it's written with sincerity and care, it’s only natural to hope it finds its way to them soon. But me getting my panties in a bunch isn’t going to make the mail get there any quicker.

Envy is a natural reaction and feeling to experience, and that’s okay. With envy, you can also vicariously live through someone else and wish it was you, while still enjoying what they’re sharing. And for the fact many people have shared their letters, even though they didn’t have to, which is generous enough.

But getting mad, pressed, and outright fucking territorial over a man who doesn’t even know you (and maybe who probably hasn’t even gotten your letter) and who’s in federal prison, where he doesn’t have much say in his daily life right now… over who he chooses to write back to? bffr

And to then try and take ownership over the state of his mental and emotional health just bc you don’t like how he’s interacting with people in a humorous, enthusiastic, even lighthearted way? As if he’s not supposed to have moments of spark, connection, or joy, just because of the conditions he’s in? At this point, I’m honestly not sure if some people would rather only be fed content of him facing trauma and sitting in trauma

[lheslie]

Goo as a Roommate

(Pre-Crews/Before they were rich.)

You don't remember how it started, but hell you just had to live with him,

You were broke to begin with.

That explains everything, the place was cheap, it was in a scary neighborhood where violence was everywhere.

You had no choice but to live here, because, it was either the streets or this, and it was even more dangerous living on the streets to fend for yourself, because there were a lot of kidnappers and thieves.

There was a man who already rented the place, and needed a roommate, the landlord said the last tenant that had lived with the man had bad business so he was kicked out.

And so you were here, inside the shared apartment you are renting.

The place was very messy, and your roommate was nowhere to be found.

So you went in your room to clean and start unpacking your belongings to settle in.

You sighed to yourself exhausted as you wondered why your life went down hill so fast.

As you finished cleaning and unpacking in your room, you started to clean the living room.

You gave yourself a mental note to tell your roommate to come up with an agreement about cleanliness, and boundaries for future cooperation.

You were picking up trash underneath a surface when someone spoke behind you.

"Nice ass." You jolted as you looked behind you.

"You my new roomie?" The blonde man asked

"Yes, and that was VERY RUDE." You yelled at him.

"Well you were the one showing that cake." He replied as he introduced himself.

"My name is Goo, but you can call me yours." He winked.

You had to set some boundaries/rules for the both of you, to have some peace in your abode.

But peace does not always last when one does NOT know discipline.

After a week, he already forgot the rules you've agreed on, or quite yet, he didn't care to follow them anymore.

- This man would steal your food.

- Leave his clothes lying around.

- Please don't leave your money OR wallet, lying around it'll be gone the next day.

- He pays his rent very very late.

- He doesn't know privacy or boundaries.

- He would leave dirty dishes in the sink.

- Also will play on his phone a lot and curse.

- Will ask you to join in and play games as well.

- Will come home covered in blood and injuries.

- He will prank you a lot as well.

- Different people knock on your front door looking for him.

- Brings home takeouts for the both of you.

- Order some food online.

- Calls you different nickname, and it never endingly comes and changes.

- If he likes you, he'll throw some compliments at you

You got so mad at him one time that you stopped cleaning and talking to him in one go.

- He got someone to clean the house and paid rent in 6 months in advance.

- He profusely begged for fogiveness after you ignored him.

- He learned his lesson afterwards.

[cosmiiwrites]

NO MY ANON IS GONE, I’m too shy for this 😔 but anywho I was the person who originally suggested VenomSpiderMan!Reader and I’m low-key so happy that I’ve been able to infect other people with my brain worms, something about Spiders with the Venom Symbiote scratches my brain just right. Honestly I can really see the aggression becoming a big problem for Cecil, not in like an ‘oh shit we gotta do something about this right now’ kind of way, like something he has to constantly monitor, he needs to make sure they’re getting fed and that no one is getting hurt when they do, which would mean that if they go a few weeks, just fighting Viltrumites, not getting to eat any of them (which honestly would probably only happen if Viltrum only pit them against pure blood Viltrumites or just the strong ones in general IDC Reader CAN take on weaker Viltrumites no diff with the Symbiote) then Cecil would probably have to go to the trouble of getting fresh bodies for them, lest they eat the next petty thief they see. I don’t remember if it’s actually canon or just an idea my head cooked up, but also imagine if the Symbiote has to eat more when it helps heal the Reader, then Cecil would have to be on standby with the bodies after every big fight (morbid, I know 😨). I like to imagine the Symbiote is just as intelligent as the reader, since we know pretty much all Spiders are literal geniuses (Every Peter, Miles, Hobie), and since they’re both so intelligent, it makes it incredibly easy to bounce plans and strategies off each other while mid combat, they figure out what will work quicker than just the Reader or symbiote would and point out any holes in the others’ plan that may have been overlooked. Even if the things the Symbiote sometimes suggests are morally dubious. The Symbiote would also 100% get super attached to the Reader, the way it acts like it’s a breakup when it gets separated from Peter in several versions of Spider-Man? The entire venom movies? The Reader probably gets attached as well, hard not to when you basically share a body and it saves your life constantly. The Symbiote doesn’t care about other humans that much, outside of their worth to its own species, but it does care about the Reader, so if they want to save some worthless lives, it’ll help, it’ll even eat a corpse that is a little bit too old for it’s taste just so that they can keep their ‘morals’ and the Reader doesn’t like how immoral it can be, but they still change all of the candles in their house to those imitation ones (for power outages, which I imagine get increasingly common under Viltrumite rule) and wax melts (for scent) and they’ll start to work on frequency blockers, swearing up and down that it’s for the good of their missions. It’s totally NOT because they can no longer stand to see their companion in genuine pain. What are you even saying? That’s literally a space alien that low-key thinks of humans as food. 1/2

SORRRYYY SOME PEOPLE WERE BEING WEIRD N RUDE TO ME IN ANONS SO I REMOVED IT (it will be back soon tho!)

but omg haiiii i love ur venom symbiote suggestion mwah

YES I TOTALLY SEE CECIL BEING CONSTANTLY CONCERNED FOR THEM,, keeping them fed n everything 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ i think maybe he uses some of the dead bodies that they’d use to make reanimen to feed venom!reader

VENOM SYMBIOTE BEING EMOTIONALLY AND PHYSICALLY ATTACHED TO READER AND VICE VERSA AAAAAAAA

i love that they have like a genuine relationship, to the point where the symbiote follows readers morals just to make them happy😭