#TONE THAT YOU TALK TO BABIES AND CHILDREN IN LIKE WHAT THE FUCK I AM AN ADULT

[hellfireeddiemunson]

i am simply going to kill myself because my brother listened to my snapchat out loud in front out our mother and aunt and now both those bitches are fucking babying me

#yes! i had a fucking breakdown earlier bc i spilled food and ketchup all over my comforter and i was upset about everything #but don’t fucking look at me like a dying fucking kitten and go ‘are u doing better🥺🥺’ like i was but now i want to die bc ur looking and r #and speaking to me like that i am not a fucking baby and i’m not going to fucking explode at you either like that. isn’t how i act or react #so fuciing. just shut the fuck up dude idc if ur trying to be caring or whatever the fuck i’m not a BABY #I woke up from my nap and went to pee and my aunt and mom are like omg r u ok are u better than earlier did u have a good nap #like CAN OTU SHUT UP PLEASE I JUST FUCKING WOKE UP I DONT WANT TO S P E S K SND I DONT WANT TO BE SPOKEN TO BUT EXPECIALLY NOT IN THE SAME #TONE THAT YOU TALK TO BABIES AND CHILDREN IN LIKE WHAT THE FUCK I AM AN ADULT #LITERALLY. 25 YEARS OLD I WANT TO HIT YOU BOTH FOR NEVER LEARNING TO SPEAK TO ME PROPERLY EVER!!!!!!!! #and i’m fucking annoyed with my brother i fucking hate that he just listens to and replies to videos on snapchat out fucjing loud in front #of literally everyone and anyone he simply doesn’t give a fuck as if i don’t say some fuck shit or whatever the fuck to him what is WRONG #WITHYOU FUCK #like what if i was shit talking our mom or something ??????? fucking christ i’m so annoyed what the fuck i hate this shit i’m so :| #i woke up wanting to be in a good mood and vibe until i have to go to actual sleep but instead i’m in a bad fucking mood again. thanks guys! #fucking looooove it so much i love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #i need to find something to actively stop making me angry bc i’m like. going to ruin my own night if i don’t #also i FUCKING woke up with FUCKING acid reflux i want to scream from the rooftops so fucking bad #anyways i guess i’ll go look at abby or something idfk

[buckysh0e]

Don’t wake the kids

Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader

Summary: it’s early on a Saturday Morning, yours and Bucky’s two kids are still sleeping away, but Bucky? He’s awake and wanting some attention from his beautiful wife.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ // Soft dom bucky // dirty talk // praise // nicknames (pretty girl, baby, sweetheart) // pussy eating// atp sea// Bucky is a warning himself

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It was 7:00 AM on a Saturday morning, the kids were still asleep and so were you, but Bucky? He was wide awake and so was his friend. Bucky looked to left seeing his sleeping wife next to him, he leaned over gently placing soft kisses on your cheek and jaw.

“James…” you mumble feeling Bucky’s lips drag across your jaw “morning sweetheart” he whispered against your skin, you let out a soft sigh and turned over onto your back and opened your eyes and looking into your husbands beautiful blue orbs “morning” you said softly.

“The kids are still asleep” Bucky said and kissed your cheek “and…we have some time before they wake up” he said with a smirk on his face, you look at him “and what are you implying mr barnes” you tease “oh you already know what I’m implying” he said and moved himself above you.

Bucky began kissing your neck and jaw pampering you before moving down to your bare chest “god…maybe I should get you pregnant again” Bucky said with a small smirk as he gave your breasts a squeeze causing you to immediately bite down on your lip “James” you looked at him with a well knowing look “alright alright okay” he smiled and wrapped his lips around your harden nipple, he sucked snd pulled at it with his teeth playfully causing small moans to escape your lips.

Bucky eventually made his way down your stomach leaving light kisses down your abdomen, you ran your fingers through his hair as you watched him move down lower and soon between your legs, Bucky got himself comfortable between your thighs.

Your cheeks heated up as Bucky placed soft gentle kisses along your thighs, Bucky grabbed the hemming of your underwear and pulled them down revealing your already wet cunt, you blushed and chewed on your bottom lip as Bucky groaned at the sight “fuck….I never ever get tired of looking at this pretty pussy” he said and spat on your cunt rubbing his saliva on your sensitive clit.

Bucky rubbed it a little before going in and locking his lips around your Clit, your whole body shuddered and your hand went flying over your mouth to stop any moans escaping, Bucky held your thighs eating your pussy like it was his last meal, his eyes looked into yours holding eye contact as he flicked his tongue against your clit “feel good doll?” Buck said with a teasing tone “James..I swear” I mumbled biting back moans as Bucky started sucking on your clit again.

You thrusted your hips against Bucky’s face, grinding your soaked cunt into him as he ate you out, you feel the knot in your stomach start to form and Bucky could tell you were getting close.

“You wanna cum pretty girl?” He smirked licking a long stripe through your folds to your clit before pulling away causing you to groan “why the hell did you stop” you whined watching your husband shimmy off his boxers “I want you to cum on my cock” he said lifting you up into his lap “use me” he said and those words were the green light but you knew you had to hurry, you didn’t wanna risk your children coming in.

You position yourself on Bucky’s lap before lowering your body into him letting out a moan feeling at his cock filed you up “fuuuck” you moaned and Bucky smirked gripping your ass “come on baby ride me” he looked at you as you slowly started moving up and down slowly picking up speed.

You bounced yourself up and down moaning bucky’s name repeatedly, he slapped your ass a couple times making you moan “fuck…fuck I’m close” you mumble out digging your nails into bucks shoulders “yeah? cum for me pretty girl” he said and held your hips, he began thrusting up into causing louder moans to escape your mouth, the sound of skin slapping filed the room, the knot in your stomach was so close to breaking “go on pretty girl cum on my cock, fucking coat it in your cum” Bucky’s words made you lose it, you arched your back cumming hard around his cock squeezing around him making him cum with you, your body shook and you clung to your husband “fuck…” you whispered and Bucky chuckled and kissed your cheek “you did amazing my love” he mumbled against your cheek.

Bucky got you cleaned up before laying in bed beside you “we should do this every morning” you said moving to lay on his Chest cause him to laugh “I doubt we would leave this bed” Bucky said tracing his fingers along your arm “good” you whispered kissing his chest and leaning up pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.

The moment was soon interrupted by the sound of child footsteps “MOMMY!!!! DADDY WERE HUNGRY!!!” Their son, Archie yelled, “FOOD!” Their daughter, Emma yelled out too causing the couple to laugh “they get that from you” you said kissing his cheek “you can play cook this morning” you smirked cuddling into the covers “I’ll make pancakes” Bucky said climbing out of bed grabbing some clothes to change into “DADDY!” The two kids yelled again from behind the door “yes munchkins I’m coming” he laughed “I’ll call you when it’s ready” he said and you smiled “I love you” you said softly.

“I love you too” he replied.

#bucky barnes #marvel #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #james buchanan barnes

[readsaboutreid]

Periods Suck

this is inspired by lenaleechi on instagram's comic about hating periods as well as the gif above because it gives me mad baby fever so i guess this is season 4 softdom!spencer x gn!afab!bau!reader plus a blink and you'll miss it buffy the vampire slayer reference

content warning: breeding kink and period sex [i'm too stoned to think of any others but if you think of them please add them (kindly) in the replies and i'll add them in later :)]

this is smut, minors dni pls and thank you

"...fuck this, fuck everything and everyone, I am done, I quit," I ramble as I open the door to my apartment and kick off my dress shoes that were painfully squeezing my toes, just adding to my frustration. This case had been particularly mild compared to others but I couldn't help but be in a mood due to the littlest things done by the (admittedly innocent) local police officers. I was so relieved to finally go home and get to sleep in my own bed and curl up with a heating pad and my boyfriend with a Doctor Who marathon.

"Deep breaths, (y/n)," I hear from behind me in a soft, soothing tone as gentle hands come down to rub my shoulders from behind. I know he’s well aware what’s causing me to be in such a shitty mood. His pattern recognition skills are off the chart and while he never outright said anything to me about it he'd always be prepared with hot water bottles and chocolate when this time of the month rolled around. I turn around and bury my face into his chest with a sigh.

"I hate periods, Spencer. They suck," I whine with a sigh, my voice muffled by the knit fabric of his cardigan.

"I know, love," he sighs above me, resting his cheek on my forehead and wrapping his arms around me, "I'm sorry there's not more I could do to help."

"You're helping already," I sigh again, but this time out of contentment as we sway side to side in the entry way. "I wish there was a way I could just, like, stop having them," I mutter, my face returning to the soft fibers that I had come to find so comforting over the years.

Spencer's voice is muffled against my hair as he mutters, "That may be something I can assist you with." I don't even need to see his face to imagine the grin spread across it. Lately, he had been subtly expressing his desire for children, but after JJ gave birth to Henry, his hints have become more pressing. And technically, it was all because of me.

The night was a blur of celebration and drinks, as Emily and Garcia joined me in raising our glasses to toast the occasion. But as we were caught up in the joy of the moment, I couldn't help but let slip that after seeing the pure happiness on Spencer's face at the sight of his godchild a spark ignited within me, igniting a fierce case of baby fever that threatened to consume me entirely. Garcia, the horrible traitor that she is, had messaged a video of my confession to Spencer before I had even finished talking and before I knew it, my phone was buzzing with pictures from Spencer himself - tiny onesies and miniature sneakers - accompanied by words like, ‘just imagine a little genius of our own running around our home in this.’

Without changing his stance, he starts off on one of his typical Spencer Reid rants. "Did you know that scientific research has indicated that orgasms can alleviate menstrual cramps? It's due to the release of endorphins and muscular contractions which help relax the uterine lining," he explains with a slight hint of arousal in his tone, "not only does it address your discomfort, but it also takes care of your other request at the same time."

"We could start trying now, if you want," he suggests with a playful tone, though the subtle hint of desire in his voice sends a jolt of anticipation down my spine and settles between my thighs, igniting a fervent ache. Oh. Oh.

I finally turn my head to meet his gaze, and I am met with intense desire radiating from his eyes. His pupils are dilated, and he licks his lips before gently tracing a finger along my cheek and following up with a soft, "what do you think?"

I interrupt him by pulling his face towards mine, and our lips meet in a soft kiss. Suddenly, I'm pushed against the wall with the command to "jump," and my legs automatically wrap around Spencer as he lifts me up by my ass. Our lips met in a hungry yet tender kiss.

Our breaths come in ragged gasps as he pulls away to meet my gaze, his eyes searching mine for confirmation. I eagerly nod, my heart racing and anticipation building. Our lips collide once more, the heat between us intensifying as we lose ourselves in each other's embrace. The world fades into the background as our bodies meld together, consumed by desire. He sets me down and guides me to our bedroom by the hand, giggling slightly with excitement. I know he wants kids and we have discussed having them together in the future but the giddiness of the grown ass man in front of me ends up drawing a giggle from my own throat as well.

As we enter the bedroom, he stoops down to give me a quick kiss before heading to the bathroom. He grabs an old black towel I use for dyeing my hair and returns, laying it down on the bed and patting it lightly. He sends me sweet smile full of adoration as he whispers, "after you, my love."

I stumble towards the light switch and turn it off before making my way over to the bed. I take off my top and lay down, the darkness giving me a sense of privacy. Suddenly, I hear a soft sound from Spencer as he walks away. The lights flick back on, and he quickly closes the distance between us with just two steps. Before I can even cover myself up in the glare of the harsh light, he's already crawling on top of me.

"You're so gorgeous," he beams at me again before leaning in to kiss me gently, lowering his hips to rest between my legs as they wrap back around his hips instinctively as he begin peppering kisses all over my face and drawing endless laughs from my mouth, "I'm," kiss, "so," kiss, "lucky," kiss, "to," kiss, "have," kiss, "you."

He moves back, his lips leaving a trail of fire as they kiss and caress my skin. My jaw trembles under the soft brush of his lips, before he slowly trails kisses down to my throat. I can't help but let out a moan as his lips touch the sensitive skin there. His body presses against mine, the unmistakable hardness of his arousal pressing against my hypersensitive center. Every move, every touch, sends electric shivers through my body, igniting a primal desire within me.

My body aches with desire as I struggle to catch my breath. "Please remove your clothing now," I manage to say between deep, passionate kisses. Spencer eagerly strips down and helps me out of my own clothes before settling back between my legs. His arousal presses against the wetness between my thighs, adding to the intense heat building inside me.

"I've been craving this all week, sweetness," he mutters against my neck as he sucks feverishly at the skin, leaving love bites in his wake. "Craving you and your beautiful body." I have no idea how he managed to get me from wildly upset to wildly horny in such a short time, but instead of questioning it, I just let out a moan as I grind my hips against him, begging for his cock to enter me. He continues to tease me by rubbing the tip against my wet slit.

“P-please, Spence,” I whimper, unable to form a coherent sentence through the haze of lust I had become quickly lost within.

Spencer's eyes flicker with desire as he holds himself over me, his hands fisting the sheets on either side of my head. "Say it again," he growls, rubbing his erection against my aching center.

"P-please," I beg, my voice shaking with need.

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

"As you wish," he murmurs before slowly sliding inside me. I gasp at the intense pleasure that washes over me, causing my body to arch off the bed and my nails to dig into his back. He begins to move in slow, deep thrusts, filling me completely and igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume every inch of my being.

As our bodies meld together in a blazing inferno, time itself seems to cease to exist. Every touch of Spencer's fingers sends shivers of ecstasy coursing through me, while each caress of his lips against mine ignites a fire within. Our movements are fluid and perfect, each one bringing us closer to the pinnacle of pleasure. I am consumed by an overwhelming sensation, my senses heightened to their limits as our passion reaches an almost unbearable intensity. It feels as though this moment could stretch on for eternity, and I never want it to end. In this single moment, there is nothing else but the all-consuming desire between us, and I give myself completely to it.

My heart pounds against my ribs as Spencer's gaze locks onto mine, his eyes filled with the same ferocity and desire that burns within me. He gives me a wicked grin, and I can feel my resolve crumble as the insatiable hunger consumes me. "You want to have my baby?" he gasps, and all I can respond with is a loud, whorish moan, entirely unable to form any words as his hips start to move ever so slightly faster.

He surges forward, his body fusing with mine in a wild, primal dance. Our movements become more frenzied, our bodies slamming together with the force of a thousand thunderstorms. My breath comes in short gasps as Spencer's relentless thrusts coax an orgasm out of me. My muscles tense, my hips bucking against him, seeking the sweet release from the intense pleasure building up inside of me.

Every thrust, every touch, every whispered word sends me higher and higher, my body arching and bucking beneath him in a frenzy of ecstasy.

Spencer's eyes are locked onto mine as he continues to drive into me, his gaze burning with an intensity that matches the fire inside us both. His hands grip my hips tightly, never losing rhythm as he thrusts into me and coaxes that sweet release from me. My body trembles and shakes with each surge, and I can feel the orgasm building, growing stronger and more intense with each passing second.

A low, guttural moan escapes from Spencer's lips as he picks up the pace, his movements becoming harder and faster. I can feel him growing more desperate, and I know that he's close to his own release.

The pleasurable ache between my legs intensifies, and I know that I'm about to reach that peak. I let out a helpless whimper as the pleasure was threatening to overtake me, and I feel as though I'm being pulled into a vortex of ecstasy. Time seems to stand still, and I'm lost in the moment, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

The bed creaks and groans with our passionate lovemaking, the sound echoing in my ears as I reach for the pinnacle of pleasure. Spencer's eyes are locked onto mine, and I see the same intensity in them that I feel in my own being. We're one, united in our desire for each other, and nothing else matters in this world.

His thrusts become harder and faster, the tip of his erection brushing against the most sensitive part of me with every stroke. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I can feel the orgasm building within me, growing stronger with each passing second. I cling to Spencer, my nails digging into his back as I beg him to take me over the edge.

“Gonna fill you up,(Y/N),” Spencer moans, “everyone will know who you belong to once you’re — oh fuck — carrying my fucking baby inside you.” His words send me falling over the edge and I can feel myself slipping away, my mind consumed by the intense pleasure reaching it's peak as my hips buck wildly.

Time seems to stand still as we reach the pinnacle of pleasure together. Our bodies move in perfect sync, every thrust, every caress, every whispered word fueling the fire that burns within us. The pleasure is all-consuming, coursing through my veins and reaching every cell in my body. I let out a series of orgasmic moans bordering on screams and Spencer smiles down at me wickedly, his eyes never leaving mine as his thrusts become harder and more disjointed as his own orgasm looms on the horizon. His moans grow louder and louder as the feeling of slight overstimulation makes me clench even tighter around his throbbing cock as he reaches his breaking point.

"Please, Spencer," I whisper, "make me yours, sir. P-please, please put a baby in me!"

Finally, with one last deep thrust, Spencer moans loudly and shudders above me, his body rigid as he loses himself in the pleasure of a release he had been building up to for what felt like an eternity. As Spencer's body shudders above mine, I can feel the warmth of his release filling me up, an earth-shattering feeling that takes my breath away. We lay there for a moment, our bodies still joined together, basking in the afterglow of our passion. Finally, with a contented sigh, Spencer pulls out of me and collapses onto the bed beside me.

I snap back to reality, my mind reeling from the intensity of our lovemaking. I can feel the stickiness between my legs, a reminder of the incredible moment we just shared. The room is still, the only sounds being our heavy breathing and the rhythmic beating of our hearts. I reach over to grab the bedside table, searching for a tissue to clean myself up.

"Spencer?" I say softly, my voice barely a whisper.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" he replies, still out of breath.

I flash him a saucy grin, "I think we'll have to make sure we keep trying this before my next period so I won't have to suffer through another one, for a while." I joked, while playfully poking his chest.

He chuckled softly, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear, "I think that's a great idea, my love." I couldn't help but giggle at his response, feeling a burst of warmth spread through my body.

#spencer x reader #spencer reid x female reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #dr spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds smut #criminalminds #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x self insert #doctor spencer reid #spencer reid x reader

[leahxxc3]

Trepidation.

NETEYAM!FEM NAVI

This will be a little series based on somebody’s request.

Part one: Trepidation

Part two: …

Part three: …

Part four: …

A/n- I will be using ‘you’ pronouns.

Thank you to @paintcupp for requesting this!! i hope you like it

Dictionary: ✩

Itetsyìp- little daughter( term of endearment)

Sa’nok: mother

muntxa si: Mate (with someone), marry.

prrnen: infant, baby

A short, panicked gasp left your lips at Mo’at’s words.

You are pregnant.

Mo’at confirmed the feeling you had in your gut about being pregnant and although you should feel happy, you feel nothing but a flood of panic taking over you.

“Mo’at.. how am i supposed to tell Neteyam? I mean, I don’t even know how he’d feel about this. We’ve never discussed having children and i’m scared that he’ll reject-”

Your rambling was cut short by the tsahìk’s laugh echoing throughout the room but your loud heart beat made it sound muffled.

“You really think that Neteyam would ever reject you or the baby? He barely ever leaves your hip. That boy is obsessed with you.”

She laughed again while softly shaking her head and after calming down, she brought her eyes to your own, her amusement mostly gone.

“Listen ‘itetsyìp, you are now a sa’nok and being a sa’nok is the most rewarding thing ever. Neteyam will not take that for granted especially with the woman he loves. Especially with his muntxa si.”

She grabbed your hand and spoke in a soothing tone as tears began to build in your eyes. Fuck, you was so scared.

“Neteyam loves you and he will love the baby that grows inside of you just as much. Talk to him.”

After a few more minutes of overthinking and expressing your worries to your tsahìk, you decided to go for a walk to collect your thoughts.

You still was in shock from the news so when you seen Neteyam appear out of no where and start to approach you with a grin, you froze.

You didn’t want to face him yet, you couldn’t.

If you spoke to him and tried to act normal, he would be able to know that something was wrong and if you ran away, that would cause the same result so basically you was fucked.

You mentally slapped yourself for not being able to come up with something quick enough because while you was trying to look for an escape, he was already in front of you.

His mouth moved but you couldn’t focus on what he was saying.

Was there even any excuse to get out of this conversation?

He was so perfect. His smile warmed your heart, his eyes touched your soul and his heart belonged to you but would that stay the same when you told him?

Unknowingly, you frowned and Neteyam stopped speaking. “Hey, are you okay yawntutsyìp?”

He asked genuinely concerned and took another step towards you.

His hand grasped your own and that’s when you lost it.

Tears fell down your face as your heart began to feel sore.

You was so scared despite Mo’at’s words of comfort.

Neteyam immediately embraced you as you cried into his chest, his hands wrapped securely around you as he whispered sweet words into your ear.

“My sweet girl, what is it? Did somebody upset you?”

He spoke with the most gentle voice which made the tears begin to slow down until they stopped.

“Teyam, I need to talk to you.”

You muttered and removed your face from his chest.

As he stared into your eyes, you felt vulnerable and bare.

Who knew that having a prrnen would cause so much stress.

You felt guilty for your reaction towards being pregnant when a lot of navi women would die to be in your position but it was so much to take in.

“Okay let’s talk somewhere else.”

Neteyam nodded at his own words and interlocked your fingers with his own before guiding you to another less crowded place.

#atwow #atwow loak #avatar #avatar jake sully #avatar the way of water #books & libraries #jake sully #navi avatar #neteyam #neteyam atwow #neteyam suli x reader #neteyam smut #neteyam fluff #neteyam angst #angst #avatar smut #atwow smut #smut #lo’ak avatar #jake avatar #mo’at #pregnancy #pregnant #unexpected pregnancy #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam x female reader #omatikaya #neteyam x omaticaya!reader

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Bad Ideas (Part 16)

Regulus Black au

Summary:  It started as nothing now it’s something. Voldemort has been defeated but that doesn’t mean the wizarding world is still a good place to be.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating : M

Link to Part 15

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“I know you hate me but you better go check on your wife. She looks as freaked out as you are.”

Regulus ran a hand through his hair.

“I mean, yeah, neither one of us was expecting this. We talked about kids but there wasn’t any timeline on it. You’re right. I do need to talk to her. Do me a favor and keep that trap that you call a mouth shut.”

Sirius dramatically put a hand on his chest.

“Me? Trap? How rude.”

Regulus shook his head and started for the steps.

“Sirius, it's me. I have known you longer than anyone else in my life. You are a big mouth.”

Sirius frowned as Remus walked in.

“Moony, am I a big mouth?”

Remus looked up from the mail that he was reading. He obviously hadn’t heard anything that was going on. The fact that he wasn’t laid out on the floor told Regulus that Remus didn’t hear the whole “baby” conversation.

“Yes, Sirius. You are a big mouth.”

Sirius looked offended as Regulus turned to leave the room. He stopped before turning back to his brother and making the motion to “keep his mouth shut.”

Sirius blinked after him while Remus raised an eyebrow.

“I mean it, Sirius.”

Regulus commented before leaving the room. Remus, meanwhile, turned back to his boyfriend.

“Do I want to know? Is it really that good?”

Sirius just stared at him blankly before faking a laugh.

“Well…yes…but I can’t tell you…don’t make me.”

Remus was silent a moment before speaking in his normally calm reserved tone.

“Does it affect me?”

Sirius looked thoughtful. Would he be able to keep his mouth shut? This bit of information was too good not to share with someone. Even if Regulus did threaten to slit his throat. Given Regulus’ current mood, Sirius could see that happening too.

This is why Regulus is always mad at me!

Sirius thought before groaning.

“Yes, but I can’t tell you. Don’t make me.”

“You lied. Now tell me.”

Remus replied. If something was going on with you, he needed to know. You were the closest thing that he would ever have to a daughter and if something was wrong Remus wanted to fix it.

“I can’t, Remus. Stop.”

“Sirius, you know that I won’t say anything.”

Remus added.

“Okay, Y/n is pregnant with twins.”

As soon as Sirius uttered that sentence, he looked around as if waiting for Regulus to appear out of nowhere to kick his ass. Remus, meanwhile, stood quietly himself.

“Did you say what I thought you said?”

Sirius nodded wildly.

“Sure did. Look, Y/n seems nervous about it and Regulus…well, you know him. Please don’t say anything or they will never talk to me again.”

Remus held a hand up.

“I won’t say anything. Wow, I was not expecting that news. It isn’t a bad thing. I only expected Y/n to not rush into…”

“I guess my brother isn’t as good at pulling out as he thought.”

Sirius added with a smirk. Remus gave him a frown.

“I did not want to think about that. Thank you. I suggest not making that joke to James when he finds out.”

Sirius’ mouth dropped even more. He did not even think about James! His best friend was about to have his already complicated life rattled even more. Sirius knew that James was having a hard enough time coming back to life to find his children adults. The last thing James knew he had twin one-year-olds. Now here he sat with twin adults who were busy with lives of their own.

“Fuck, what am I going to do?”

Sirius questioned. Remus sat down and scratched his head.

“My suggestion is to not look at him like you are looking at me. You look like you are in pain and guilty about something. Dead giveaway, mate.”

Before Sirius could say anything else, James came into the room. He noticed Sirius’ guilty expression while Remus was just busy being Remus.

“So…what’s going on?”

James questioned. Sirius made a few random squeaking noises before taking off out of the room.

“What’s with him?”

James questioned, looking after his best friend. Remus looked up from his book.

“No idea.”

(meanwhile)

Regulus walked into the bedroom where you sat on the bed with wide eyes. He closed the door behind you before coming to join you on the bed.

“So, this is really happening?”

You groaned.

“Looks like it.”

Regulus was quiet for a moment before taking a breath. He wasn’t sure how you were so calm. Regulus was ready to start pacing the room while having the biggest panic attack known to man.

“Am I a big jerk because I’m about to panic?”

You shook your head.

“No, because I’m about to panic too. Regulus we are in trouble. We aren’t just having one baby like most normal people…no, we go for the gold and have two.”

“Sirius said that we had to make a litter. I nearly punched him in his face.”

You turned to your husband and blinked a few times.

“And you didn’t? I admire your self-control. What are we going to do? We haven’t even talked about kids?”

Regulus was quiet again for a moment before taking your hand in his.

“We’ll figure it out. We aren’t having to worry about that stupid Voldemort situation anymore. Lucky for us, you are a healer and will know when the kids are sick. I’m sure they make some kind of book that I can read on what to expect. I do hope there is no pictures of the whole being born part…please don’t make me look when it comes time for that.”

You giggled at the sheer panic in Regulus’ voice.

“There are plenty of books and no, I won’t make you look. I actually prefer that you don’t. I would like to preserve what good memories you have of that part of my anatomy. It’s going to be a lot of work, love. We will have the kids and be working through your furry little problem now and haven’t gotten that mastered yet. I’m afraid adding twins into the mix may be extremely difficult.”

Regulus groaned and laid back on the bed. For once, he wasn’t hyper-fixating on his newest condition. His worry instead was on you.

“Fuck. It will be fine. If Remus can function then so can I. Neither of us has been really healthy lately.”

He grumbled as you turned to look at him.

“That’s how I didn’t realize that I was pregnant. Neither of us have been sleeping normally. I have been eating a ton of shit food. We have both been stressed and that causes issues with a woman’s cycle.”

Regulus stared at the ceiling for a moment. He absolutely hated the realization of what he was putting you and the babies to be through. None of you deserved going through all of this hell right along with him.

“Whatever you are thinking, stop.”

Your voice pulled Regulus from his thoughts. You had turned to look at him sadly.

“It's kind of hard not to. You shouldn’t have to be dealing…”

“It's just the way things are. I love you and I don’t care what you are.”

Regulus reached out and pulled your body down against his.

“You are one in a million, sweetheart. Look, I know you’re nervous and I’m about to freak the fuck out but it will be fine. We will figure this out. I think my worry is what if I end up being like my father?”

Your eyes rolled up to Regulus’ face. His grey eyes were focused on the ceiling. While you had never met Orion Black, you wanted nothing more than to kick the man in the ass. There was nothing good that you could say about him.

He never treated Regulus right.

You frowned at the thought. While Orion never really treated Sirius right either, Regulus had it worse. Regulus was the second son. He was the son that Orion didn’t exactly want. Orion wanted a daughter for the second child. When Regulus came along, Orion really had no use for him until Sirius said a big “Fuck you” to the Black family and peaced out.

Thinking of your in-laws was enough to make you want to bring them back from the dead, kick their asses, then put them back in the ground. It was their own stupid fault that they didn’t see how wonderful Regulus truly was. They didn’t see him for anything other than being an heir. They didn’t see how much he truly strived to please them.

“It's their loss.”

You thought before stroking your finger over Regulus’ perfect jawline.

“You will never be your father. The fact that you are even worrying about it tells me that you won’t be like him. Too bad they can’t come back. I would sure love to kick both of their asses.”

Regulus immediately shook his head.

“As tempting and as entertaining as that sounds, I don’t want my pregnant wife kicking my horrible parent’s asses. Granted, it would be fun to see but they know a lot of dark magic.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I know a lot too. I’ve gone up against Voldemort. Walburga and Orion Black would be a day in the park.”

Regulus was quiet a moment.

“Okay, fair. Good god woman, you are cocky.”

“That's why you love me.”

You replied before laying your head back on Regulus’ chest to simply enjoy the silence. What you didn’t see was the dark frown coming back to Regulus’ face. He wanted to make damn sure that you didn’t see his brooding.

Was he happy that you were pregnant? Maybe? Possibly? Regulus was positive his feelings would change after the first healer appointment but for now, he was wrecked. Regulus never planned on having children. At 18, he was too focused on being a death eater and living up to his crazy family’s expectations.

Isn’t this nice? They get what they want after all.

The dark thought made Regulus frown. He remembered telling his mother years ago that he wanted nothing to do with children or a family when Walburga went on a rant about preserving the Black family name/legacy. Walburga had laughed at his response. She assumed that her son was just being an angsty teenager. After all, that was what Regulus was. He was the angsty quiet teenager while Sirius was the one spreading the “eternal joy” of his presence around.

Regulus tried to keep repeating your words in his head. Orion probably cared less when Walburga was pregnant. He probably responded with an “okay” when she told him the news. Orion probably didn’t feel the panic that Regulus was feeling. He probably didn’t worry about how his children would turn out or if he would be a good father. Instead, Orion’s thoughts were…

“She’s pregnant. I did my job.”

Regulus couldn’t exactly understand that line of thinking. Even though he wasn’t excited about what was about to happen to the two of you, he wasn’t dreading it either. Regulus didn’t see it as some sense of duty.

Once I calm down, this will be just fine. I’m sure I will be happy about it.”

Regulus took a breath as you wrapped your arms a bit more tightly around him.

“We might as well tell everyone. You know, get it over with.”

You commented before sitting up and stretching. Regulus moved to stand up and fix his now disheveled hair.

“Sirius took it well…I guess. I threatened to slit his throat if he said anything else to anyone. How did Harry and Ron take it?”

You chuckled.

“We were all on the shocked side. No one was really upset, only shocked. If they were upset, I would tell them to shove it as they are having kids too.”

“Yeah, we were all having sex at the same time. That is an uncomfortable thought. I wish I didn’t think of that.”

Regulus muttered, looking grossed out. You laughed and wrapped your hand through his.

“Well, you can go ruin my father’s day and tell him. That will bring you some joy.”

Regulus immediately looked thrilled by the aspect of totally shutting James Potter up.

“What are we waiting for?”

Walking downstairs, it took all of the control that you had to not laugh at the thrilled expression on Regulus’ face. Everyone sat in the kitchen when the two of you walked in. Your attention instantly went to Sirius who was drinking water to keep himself quiet. Raising an eyebrow, you knew exactly what your god father was up to. He was trying to keep his big mouth shut.

“Love, you need to check him out. I am concerned that he has some kind of disease or something. This is his 13th glass of water in less than an hour.”

James said while giving his best friend a confused glance. Lily meanwhile, stood up with a smile.

“Did you hear Harry’s good news?”

You pressed your lips together.

“I was the one that took the pictures so, yes. How does it feel knowing that you are going to be a grandma?”

Lily blinked a few times.

“I didn’t expect it at my age but here we are.”

You moved to get a drink of water before shooting Regulus a smirk.

“Ginny isn’t the only one having a baby, you know.”

James decided to join the conversation.

“Hermione is too.”

“She also isn’t the only one having a baby.”

James and Lily looked at each other clearly confused.

“Who else is there?”

James questioned. Remus put a hand on his face as if muttering “Merlin help me.”

“Me. I’m having twins.”

It took all that you had to not choke with laughter at the stunned expression on your parent's faces. Sirius took a deep breath.

“Thank Merlin! I mean…that you told them. Twins are nice too. I’m going to stop talking. You two can carry on.”

James and Lily kept looking between Regulus and yourself unable to get words out. Ginny perked up from her seat.

“I took the picture!”

James blinked rapidly clearly taking the information in while Lily smiled.

“What a surprise! Are you okay? How are you feeling? Twins? I love twins… obviously, because Harry and yourself are twins…how exciting!”

James turned to Regulus who was smirking.

“Are you two fucking with me? You both are good at that.”

Regulus looked up from the whiskey that he was sipping.

“We were all apparently having sex at the same time. Surprise, grandpa.”

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[anakinsgirlfriendreal]

Parts Of The Truth

Masterlist

Chapter Ten

Warnings: smut(it got a little dark but only a little I promise, also idk how to write smut I'm learning😔) , mature language, infidelity, drinking, mentions of abortion and children.

You laid in bed, too lazy to find pajamas so you pulled on underwear and wrapped yourself in a robe, hair wet and spread out on the pillow after a much needed shower which also served as a therapeutic cry session.

Your mind ran a thousand miles, going over the emotional conversation you had with Padme earlier. Anakin told her everything, she just wanted to hear it from you too. You, whom she had come to trust as a friend, had ruined her life essentially.

Surprisingly she hadn't seen it that way, and for her maturity you admired her, you'd forgiven her for slapping the colour from your face and the taste out of your mouth after you had both settled and she allowed you to calmly explain. She had told you how Anakin had served her divorce papers, and how she should hate you for stealing her husband and trampling on her marriage like it were a scornful bug, but she explained that despite it all, she loved and respected Anakin and as of recently you as well; "If you...want to be with him. Then I think you should do what makes you happy. But, don't say I never told you this, if he did it to me, he'll do it to you"

"Do what makes you happy" Anakin made you happy, Anakin made you the happiest woman ever. He was an amazing father, generous lover, he was who you wanted but the second part of her statement rang through your ears, "If he did it to me, he'll do it to you too."

A knock on the bedroom door pulls you out of your thoughts. "She's down, only took two re-reads of 'If the S in Moose comes loose' this time." Anakin voiced.

"God, I'm starting to hate Dr.Suess," you chuckle.

"I know, guy's my enemy," He laughs, coming to sit on the bed, his hand finds your exposed knee, he squeezed lightly. "So, you gonna tell me what's wrong or am I supposed to read your mind?"

You sigh, "You know what's wrong."

He chuckled, and then it turned into a laugh, making you furrow your brows, "I heard, Padme slapped the shit out of you" he shook his head. You gasped hitting him with the pillow, his pure audacity was appalling.

"That's not funny asshat, how'd you even know that? You weren't in the office today"

He gave you a look, "I'm the boss plus when my ladies are fighting, of course I'm informed." He shrugged.

"Fucking Ahsoka"

He smiled, "Come on, what's the matter? What happened"

"I don't wanna talk about it" you rolled over, pulling the blanket up, he pulled you back to face him his hand higher on your thigh.

"Please"

You take a deep breath, "She said that she can't control who your heart wants and that now you two are...divorced, we can do what makes us happy." You purposely leave out and willingly choose to ignore her warning.

He nods, "And what makes you happy?" His voice is soft, he looked so angelic looking down at you, the way his lips parted, his hair disheveled from spending a full day with Darcy. The mere sight of him like this was always enough to have you soaked.

"You know" your tone matches his. He smiles, leaning in to kiss you, gently pressing his lips to yours he pulls back slightly.

"I missed you" he kisses you again. Before you can respond he's on top of you, undoing your robe and kissing down your jaw to your neck, sucking on your breasts.

"Anakin- what-"

He nips your neck, the spot right below your ear, that always made you weak.

"St- what are you doing"

"what do you think I'm doing" he works his way down your stomach, leaving open mouthed kisses, until he nears where you missed him most. "Fuck baby I missed you hmm, you miss me?" He kissed your clothed pussy. You knew in this moment he wasn't talking to you at all. A moan escapes as he pulls to fabric of your panties to the side, inserting one, then two fingers inside of you, pumping in and out, he moans at the sight. "Such a nasty little slut hm, look at you so wet and ready, bet you been thinking of me all these past weeks hmm?"

Before you even begin to let out a struggled response, he buries his face in your cunt, his hands coming to grip your thighs and force them apart, nose pressing into your clit as he devoured you like a man starved. Your hands grip his hair knots forming in your stomach.

"fuck An-" he stops.

You raise your head, looking down at him, "What the fu-" he flips you over, pulling up so your ass was in the air and he forced your head into the pillow, a harsh spank on your ass makes you squeal, followed by another before his cock bullies its way into your cunt. His pace was harsh and merciless, his hips snapping against the flesh of your ass as you bit into the pillow letting out soundless screams. You try to push yourself off of him and crawl away, further up on the bed but he grabs your hair harshly, pulling you back into him, so your back was flush against his chest, his free hand finding its way to the front of your body, squeezing your breasts and then down to rub harshly on your clit making you moan helplessly, overcome with pleasure.

His hand moves from your hair to your throat, squeezing a bit too tight, he whispers in your ear, his pace never faltering, "This is what you get. Thinking you can throw away my baby. Maybe I'll cum inside you and then you can make me a daddy again hmm? I can make you my new pretty little housewife. What do you think baby" he nips your ear, and your mind goes blank.

"yes yes please" you beg pathetically.

That's all he needed to hear, his thrusts get sloppier, the hand on your throat loosens and you feel him full you, warmth spreading through your lower body. You collapse on the bed and he pulls his sweatpants back up and settles next to you. Pulling you close he kisses your shoulder and in the crook of your neck as both your breathing steadied.

"Are you okay?" He asks gently, no longer rough and angry like he was before. You nod, rolling over in his arms so you were facing him.

"Did you just fuck me with your sweats halfway on your ass?" You say hoarsely with a smile, he chuckles kissing your head.

"You tell anyone, I'll lie about it" he smirks. You shake your head allowing familiar comfortable silence to fill the air before speaking again.

"Are you mad? About the abortion?"

His grip on you tightens and he releases again, getting up. He ignores your question and kisses your head, "I'll go run a bath for you, be back in a minute."

You watch as he walks towards the bathroom, familiar guilt eating you again, he just got divorced and you're hopping on his dick again, already? You're a terrible person. The voice in the back of your head, which you learned was your conscience chastises you.

You looked up at the ceiling deciding your next move, his phone vibrating on the night stand interrupts you. You roll out of bed, to check, in case it was a work call but what you find knocks the air from your lungs.

Kate: took Friday off, extra day for our getaway😉

You swallow the lump in your throat. He comes out of the bathroom, embracing you from behind, kissing your shoulder. You turn around, looking up at him, he smiles down at you, kissing your lips, "You ready for that bath?" He asks softly.

"Yes," you smile.

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[erodasfishtacos]

The Bet

prompt: yn wagers a bet.

warnings: smut, pain kink, 18+ minors dni

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It’s always about pushing each other to their limits.

If people thought Harry and YN would settled down, not be as risky and overall psychotic once they had children - they were wrong.

Now it doesn’t happen as much as it used to because they have always and will always put their children first and they both enjoy being a little family more than anything.

But they’ve never lost the spark that pulled them together in the first place.

They were at the warehouse, babies are home with their trusted nanny and an army of security guards - they rarely were away from their babies.

Harry has trouble concentrating and feels itchy when he’s spent too much time apart from his children, he has trouble doing anything but worrying about them.

He barely goes fifteen minutes without checking the security cameras.

YN is directing their men to move a massive crate onto a truck when Harry saunters over to her, phone in hand and putting it in front of her.

“H, I’m a bit busy-“

“Just look real fast,” Harry insists, moving the phone even closer, “They’re bein’ so cute. Look at Beau sharing his blocks with Ollie. Do you think they’re getting tired yet? S’nearly bed time. If Patty doesn’t get them to bed soon, m’calling and bitching her out because we’ve told her how important their routine is.”

YN squints her eyes at him, wanting to be annoyed with him but he’s so a good father to their babies that she can’t.

They both get overly anxious about their children but Harry is by far more of the worry-wart when it comes to them, YN is a bit more realistic and relaxed.

YN loves how she can watch her husband go from literally blowing someone’s brains out to worrying that the bath water is too hot and he drains the tub to get the perfect temperature four times.

The babies had been a handful lately, in their terrible twos, and YN was craving some time with her big, bad, aggressive, rough husband tonight.

“You need to get out of dad mode for a bit,” YN hums with a sultry smile, leaning forward and connecting their lips - he automatically kisses back and is surprised but opens his mouth when YN’s tongue pushes its way through.

Harry’s hand moves to her hair, knitting in and yanking back hard, YN could have moaned in relief at the pain.

There he is.

The switch hadn’t been difficult today.

“You think you can just hang all over me in front of my men?” Harry hisses in a dominant tone, the one he knew his wife was begging for, “Already put two babies in you and you’re still so desperate for me to fuck you.”

“Kiss me,” YN complains brattily, easy to fall into these roles with him because she knows she’s so safe with him.

“Kiss me,” He parrots in a taunting tone as he pulls at her hair again, “If I wasn’t so possessive, you’d been down on your knees with my cock kissing the back of your throat.”

Holy fuck.

He’s so hot.

“A bet,” YN gasps out between shocks of tingling chills, her eyes fluttering a bit, “I bet you that I can get Niall yell before you could.”

Niall rarely ever raised his voice, it was a decent wager.

Harry’s eyebrow raises, his crooked smile making his dimples pop, and he almost looks boyishly cute for a moment.

“What do I win, when I win,” Harry drawls, already cocky as his hand moves from her hair to the back of her neck and gripping the skin there.

“I’ll put on the skimpy little lingerie outfit you bought for me when we get home and use the paddle on me,” YN offers because she knows he’ll agree to anything if he gets to see in her sexy underwear and use the paddle - they rarely use it because it hurts so good she can barely sit after.

“Deal,” Harry breathes out, determined and he crudely reaches down to give himself an adjustment as he twitches at the mere thought.

“You haven’t heard what I would win,” YN titters with a smile, leaning forward to kiss the hinge of his jaw, “I get to tattoo your bum. YN’s property.”

Harry doesn’t look amused but he’s not turning down a potential paddle session, “Already got your name tattooed down my fuckin’ neck. Nobody sees my arse but you.”

“It’ll be nice to look at when I eat it,” She says innocently before gasping in surprise when Harry lands a hard smack to her backside, “What was that for?”

“My hand slipped,” He lies with the same innocent tone she’d just used, “Deal, brat.”

They shake hands before Harry softens just the littlest bit and brings her left hand up, kissing her wedding band before stalking off.

He doesn’t know she already has a plan.

Harry tries it first, finding Niall and demanding that he moves the heavy crates he just moved to another spot.

“But…” Niall groans unhappily, his shirt was drenched is sweat, “What’s the difference between here and two feet over?”

“I think it looks better,” The leader replies, unbothered by Niall’s annoyed expression as he leans against a shelving unit.

“Bloody weirdo..” Niall mutters under his breath before being to pick up the first wooden box to move.

When two other men try to come help, Harry stops them and shakes his head, “Niall doesn’t need any help.”

Niall eyes bug out at that but he just shakes his head and continues to complain under his breath as he works.

Harry thinks he’s getting somewhere, confident he’s going to win when a deafening boom echos through the building and the box currently in Niall’s hands falls apart.

“Motherfucking shit!” Niall screams in surprise as he realizes YN shot that box he was holding from the side so it didn’t hit him but it was still close, “What the fuck?”

“Target practice,” YN smirks with a pleased look as she stares at her husband before lowering the revolver down again, still smoking.

Harry is begrudgingly impressed.

Niall’s still losing his shit when Harry stands up, ignoring him and the other men rushing to see the commotion.

YN winks at her husband before turning on her heel, glancing over her shoulder, and telling him, “Let’s go home. I got a reward to redeem.”

-

YN is focusing intently on his plump but small bum as he lays on his stomach on their bed, the needle pressing the dark ink into his skin.

“Fuckin’ cheap,” Harry grumbles, hissing when she digs a bit deep before readjusting, “You had that all planned.”

“Yeah,” She agrees easily, “I really wanted to tattoo this on your ass.”

“You know I would have let you without a bet,” Harry rasps sweetly, he was so fucking gone for her - he’d let her tattoo her name on his forehead and he’d wear it with pride.

“So good to me,” She leans down to kiss his bare shoulder blade before continuing, she wasn’t skilled and it was more painful than a normal one with a professional.

“Oh fuck,” Harry moans when she hits a tender spot and he can feel how hard he is against their bedding, resisting the urge to rut forward.

“Knew you’d get horny,” YN chuckles lowly, “Almost done than you can come, okay?”

“Yeah baby,” Harry murmurs in his slow, drawn out speech - nearly slurred with how turned on he is right now, “Want t’come.”

As soon as she puts down the gun, Harry is wriggling until he’s kneeling - his mouth finding her and begging, “M’close, just need your hand, brat.”

“Sucha slut,” YN coos teasingly but obliges, wrapping her fingers around him and beginning to twist on the upward stroke like he loves.

“M’not,” Harry bites back, abs jumping as he gets close, takes his wife’s bottom lip between his teeth and nibbles.

“Oh really?” She challenges and what she does next makes Harry come on the spot, she reaches around and smacks him hard on the arse, right over his tattoo.

He mewls out in pain but then pleasure is coating every inch of his skin as he begins to come into her palm, pushing his hips forward as he moans.

When he comes down, Harry’s so loving, always does after he gets even a little subby, slips his hand into her panties and murmurs sweet nothings as he makes her come.

“Never have to wonder why m’so obsessed with you.”

“Best I ever had. Can’t believe I have you forever.”

“Only person who makes me weak. Have me on a fuckin’ leash, pet.”

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[solarmagickstar]

I've been hearing a lot of "gen alpha can't read cause they're iPad kids."

But like are we asking them what they *can* do?

Or how *they're* feeling even?

I distinctly remember adults when I was a kid saying we'd all be "brain dead" because of tv or texting or the Internet or some shit. And we couldn't defend ourselves cause we were literally children.

It's like this every time.

And every time each generation has to prove they're worthy of adulthood.

And this gen isn't even all in middle school yet and y'all are calling them failures right in front of their faces. It's not ganna help. If anything it'll make this much much worse.

I'm a Gen Z (well I'm in the transitional area between millennial and Z but most millennials tell me I'm gen z so fine.) I have gen alpha kids. And a lot of them (classmates and the like) are anxious asf about the world.

I wonder if they're putting up a tough front to keep the only control they have in the world as children.

Or living free before they have to become the overworked adults they see in their lives.

Or ya know death by school shootings if they're in America.

Or idk die from a once in a century plague cause their parents won't let them get vaccinated.

Or maybe it's something we could never describe or understand since we're not in that position.

Honestly every commentator I've seen on this topic hasn't asked a child how they literally feel. Like you don't have to put them on camera obviously (maybe don't actually for their safety) but like just ask? Or find ways to ask, kids can be shy about their true feelings sometimes. Especially if we keep pretending like we know them.

Teachers are over worked, parents are over worked. But haven't they always been? (Maybe we should actually do something about that? Like a lot have already been saying, but like actually do it? Maybe baby sit your friend's kid or go to the grocery store with them to help chaperone them? And try and do it for them for free, I get it if you can't but those who can should. I'm also not saying your should steal baby supplies, I'd never say that, I'd also never say to just steal food and hand them out, or to steal teaching and school supplies and just give em away or anything of course not! And I wish I could put the proper tone marks on this but for legal purposes I am being sarcastic.)

And doesn't each generation come with more problems or perceived problems because that's life? We're always going to find something wrong with the younger generation, we're constantly evolving and we're constantly looking for ways how.

Last thing.

What is intelligence?

Is it *really* being able to read?

Is it *really* scoring high on tests for studies?

Didn't we *just* talk about how standardised tests are wild and are often not very good at displaying what kids can actually do? Or are often hard to grade because of lack of staffing? Something something Pearson? Something something my history text book was older than me something something "Bill Clinton the president everyone is looking forward to!" Written on the back page Something something coming home to see late night TV making jokes about his shitty behaviour but making it more about the person who was literally harmed by this and making fun of her well into the 2000s..... (Oh has our education system and environment for kids always been kinda shitty? No way almost like it's a never ending battle.)

Have we truly figured out if the kids are alright?

Have they ever been?

Do we even know what that fucking means????

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[sea-salted-wolverine]

Do you ever have a moment where a passing recollection from childhood flutters through your brain, and you almost don't consider it until you realized that it was actually really fucking strange? And then you call your mom, and hesitatingly because you don't really trust your six-year-old imagination and memory, describe your version of events and ask for the perspective of someone who was an adult at the time, only to have her offer clarification that is perhaps a dozen times more bat shit than what you thought happened?

I was 6. I might have been 5. Maybe 7. I dont really know. It's not important. My brother is 4 years younger than me and he could walk and had teeth at the time. That is important.

We were regularly going to service at my grandmother's church. There was a children's area/playground/daycare thing that was offered as an alternative for sermons so no one had to deal with the loud fidgety babies. I think, like I said, I don't super trust my recollection.

There was a disagreement. I made someone cry. There was no hitting. We were asked to leave and then only showed up to church again after that on Easters and Christmas.

That's what I remember. Which isn't a huge deal until you think about how badly things had to go for an entire family to get kicked church. Semi permanently. So I asked about it several decades later.

Let it be said that I am an atheist not because I had some grand dramatic break up with God, but because there just was no religion at all in my life, certainly nothing that's stuck. This is why. It is also worth noting that this happened within like a month.

So first, the pastor/the reverend/someone in charge was embezzling money. How? Is that even possible? Fuck if I know. My grandmother did not go to church for the reverence or the religion, she went for the politics. She's the kind of woman who enjoys holding power over other people. She and Pop-pop were at elders at the church and had opinions about the misappropriation of funds. It gives me joy to conceptualize this in the tones of some gritty mafia movie so that's how it's gonna be. There was a titanic covert power struggle over the fiscal health of this suburban community church.

Dad actually did have a dramatic break up with the bad boyfriend that is God. How and where exactly this happened in the timeline is unclear.

Mom and Granny were both in the bell's choir. Singing and music and fun times. Also quite a bit of homophobia. This was the nineties and a different church down the road had announced they were open to having gay weddings. This resulted a fervor of gossip and unchristian remarks about awful degenerates burning in hell. Mom did not appreciate this and managed to create a schism throughout the choir, starting a cold war of dirty looks and sneers. Evidently the music took a turn for the shitty as well. To be clear, This was not a case of activism or allyship. This was a group of people who believed themselves to be superior for not being gay versus a group of people who believed themselves superior for not gossiping.

The day care thing, turned out to be a series of separate incidences. The first being when baby me having hyperfixated on Greek myths decided to info dump on my sister and inform her that the Greek gods were just stories and fake, just like jesus and the Christian God. This also resulted in some consternation from the adult who is supposed to be watching us and in theory guiding us towards a more godly life. Supposedly there was a serious talk with my parents after the fact. However there have been so many serious talks with my parents about my behavior and the things that come out of my mouth that they have in fact blurred together and even my mom has no idea what I did. It is worth noting that this probably did not help my dads Spiritual Questioning.

There were several other incidences but the culminating moment, the one that wound up with us walking out mid service to never return, started when my mother's 17 year old cat died fighting something in the Bush.

This cat was an outdoor cat and as a result kill a lot of things. Baby me had a very good idea of what dead animals looked like and everything that entailed. Baby me had also not really been formally introduced to the concept of heaven, which seems like an oversight on the part of some adult.

So at the day care thing we are all sitting in a circle, going around, and talking about sad things that have happened to this group of slightly older than toddlers so we will have something to pray about. There is another little girl whose cat has died.

I would like to think that the adult version of me would have handled this better.

The long and the short of it is, I informed everyone that heaven wasn't real, dead things stay dead forever, there isn't really such thing as a soul, especially not for cats. Just imagine the worst tone-deaf atheist asshole you know, except 6.

So, she started bawling. The adult that is meant to be in charge is just staring at me in horror. No one told him that he would have to explain the afterlife today. And they really didn't mention that he would be cross-examined by a critical six-year-old while another one sobs.

The conversation that followed had to be hilarious, but due to the foibles of my brain and the intervening decades, I do not remember it at all. A great loss for us all.

Remember how I said it was important that my baby brother has teeth at this point? While I am engaged in theological debate with an increasingly desperate Day care worker, my wonderful loving and loyal baby brother is told that I am a mean person. While this is arguably true, he also loves me. Significantly more than he loves common sense. Or manners. Or Jesus for that matter. His big sister is the best person in the world, actually.

Queue the fighting for my honor.

Yes, he started biting.

My sister is an empathetic cryer and is now also sobbing.

The poor daycare man has not convinced me that heaven exists, but he's now wondering if this is the threshold of hell. Someone goes to get mom or dad or granny or anyone who can do anything about the tiny heathens unleashed on the kiddy hour.

So, yeah. We never went back. Only my sister ever missed it. Next Sunday, Mom told us to go explore the abandoned gravel pit for an hour or so.

#religious trauma #Technically #Someone is definitely traumatized #Famdamnily #Wolverine warbles #There are extra spaces in here i can't remove #Im gonna end up turning the reblogs off on this one

[zizekianrevolution]

Lacan's point is that you can only ever have jouissance as something that has been lost it doesn't mean you had it at one point and then you lost it it means that it is always already missing to speak to have language is to have enjoyment always already removed from the field of possibilities before you society is shored up or propped up by language the law is written down in language norms are transmitted stereotypes are transmitted mouth to mouth by language i don't know any baby that hates black people i don't know any racist babies and i don't know any kids that walk through the world and see people with different skin tones and think lesser of them they notice difference but skin is not yet a difference that makes a difference in the child's life you can notice all kinds of differences the question is what differences make a difference socially speaking for something to make a difference in your life it has to be made into something more than a simple difference and that is happening through language the human experience of race i'm trying to tell you here is not just socially constructed it is linguistically determined it is by way of language which is why it's so excellent that we're finally talking about institutionalized racism because the primary place in which all isms are instituted is language there are so many words and expressions that if you just take a close etymological look at you'll see how they're wrapped up in the history of violence against women black and brown bodies any minoritized figure the rule of thumb was never just a simple given guideline the rule of thumb described the maximum width of a stick that you could pull from a tree and beat the fuck out of your wife and children and slaves in fact i don't even think this rule applied to slaves notice i'm not using the word fuck here to scandalize you i want to remind you that the etymological origin of the word fuck is to hit there is something inherent and violent about fucking so the rule of thumb is a good example of this it's a really common expression that describes things that almost don't even need to be described it's just a general guideline but it has this very acute unconscious history you see if the unconscious is structured like a language as lacan would say i'd like to add something more to that every language also has its own unconscious that's why words matter sticks and stones may break your bones but words can mess you up too and one of the ways they do it is by having all of this unconscious usually etymological baggage to them that we are unaware of when we use an expression like rule of thumb as you can see today i am chomping at the bit -Samuel McCormick

[vince-linder]

SilverV Babies

Just before the big release of PL my brainworms got badly active again, especially the ones of my SilverV babies :D ____ “SCARLET EVELYN LINDER!” “FUCK OFF!” Both Vince and Jackson looked up from their talk on the couch, as so very often since Scarlet hitted puberty, she and Johnny were fighting loudly. She was far too much like her dad.

“YOU ARE NOT GOING OUT LIKE THIS!” “FUCK OFF, JOHN” “DONT YOU DARE TO CALL ME THAT!” “YOU ARE NOT CALLING ME RIGHT EITHER!” They heard Scarlet coming down first, loudly, her heavy boots echoing with every step she took, and she was fuming with anger. Heading into the kitchen to get something to drink and pretty sure that the fight would go on. 

And of course Johnny was following her just a few steps behind, not less angry. He shot a gaze in the direction of Vince and Jackson and took a deep breath before he approached her again. “I am calling you with your right, full name.”, he leaned into the doorway of the kitchen, watching her with a small frown. He was still not fine with his daughter, barely 14, going out with a crop top just covering her chest and really far too small shorts.  She was showing so much skin, it made Johnny uneasy. 

“Yeah. And I am doing that with you, dad?” Scarlet was at the fridge, fumbling to find something she likes to consume, but failing. With a sigh she came back up and looked at her father, still angry. 

Johnny let out an audible sigh. “You really want me to call you ‘Scar’?” “Yaha. And I am pretty sure, you, at my age, would have punched anyone who called you Robert.” Scarlet leaned against the kitchen counter and looked at Johnny with a smirk, he knew far too well. Sometimes with her it was like he was looking in a mirror, in a kinda way.

Johnny cringed under hearing his birth name, and sometimes really regretted that they ever told their children so much. But honesty was one of the big parts of their family life. “You are quite right, yeah. But-”, he eyed her up and took a step closer “You are still not going out like this.”

“OH COME ON”, she lost her cool in an instant and stared angry at her father. Hoping to make him change his mind. Jackson snickered silently and looked back at his Pa “Shouldn’t you intervene or something? You know they both are too stubborn, to give each other even an inch.” “Mmh, I know. I had a bit of hope left, so.” Vince nodded and slowly stood up, bracing himself again to calm down both, his hotheaded husband and his evenly hotheaded daughter. She was such a little, good princess. But with every passing year, she got more like how Johnny probably was as a teenager, just living in a peacefuller environment. “THIS IS FAR TOO SHORT.” “YOU HAVE NO IDEA ABOUT FASHION AT ALL. TANK TOPS ARE FUCKING OUT. AND IT’S SO CRINGE TO WEAR SHIRTS OF HIS OWN BAND” Vince slowly approached them, taking a last deep breath before he tried to speak to them in his most soothing tone. “Hey. Come now, both of you. I am sure we’ll find a way that makes us all feel better, yeah?” Johnny huffed and crossed his arms, and Scarlet did exactly the same. She was truely Johnny’s kid. “Princess.” Both looked up, Johnny with a confused frown and Scarlet more of an annoyed expression in her face. But both reacted to this nickname, and if the situation wasn’t that serious Vince would have laughed about it. “You know, your dad is right. That is too short. You don’t wanna get into an ambush, do you? Not telling you to not wear what you like, sweeti. But we want you safe and sound.”

“But it is so damn hot, Papa. I cannot bear anything more. And it looks good on me.”, she looked up at Vince pleadingly.

“I know. I know. We're gonna make a deal, yeah?”

“And what’s the deal?”

“You can go out like this-”, he paused cause he felt this uneasy strong emotion coming right from Johnny, a silent judgement to his words. “But you have to take your big brother along with you, so he keeps an eye on you.” 

Scarlet sighed and shakes her head slightly. Seemingly she wasn’t excited about that idea at all.

“Or your change to a normal shirt, and a short not showing off half your ass.”

Scarlet opened her mouth, shocked from these direct words. But she gulped down her backchat and nodded slowly.

“Fineee. I go, gonna change my clothes.”, she headed out of the room and back upstairs, finally.

Johnny let his head fall back against the door frame and took an audible breath

“I really don’t know how you always get to her.”

“That's my secret biz, I guess.”, Vince laughed it off and kissed Johnny shortly on the cheek, looking at him with a content smile.

“Hrmpf.” Johnny looked at him for a long moment, before he placed both hands on Vince’ hips and pulled him in for a full blown kiss.

#v cyberpunk #silverv #johnny silverhand #cyberpunk2077 #OTPBlueRocker #VinceSmidt #Scarlet Evelyn Linder #a bit of Jackson Nick Palmer #I should write some headpost about my fam #sims made me ramble more about them #gay #text #plays around the year 2099

[moral-terpitude]

Catwalk

Yay, I finally finished what I started for Mar’s @look-at-the-soul celebration part one!

***

“Why is he on a leash?” Tommy, despite the resistance he wanted to give, decided on a Sunday, with a nice breeze and fair temperature that would be wasted staying held up with paperwork all day, would indulge Quinn’s request to go for a walk.

Quinn’s eyes glimmered, a smile playing on the corner of her lips as the fur ball paced the concrete between them. She had already walked to the building, just on the edge of Union Square, before calling him to say she was there and that it was too nice to spend a minute inside.

“How else am I supposed to take him for a walk?”

“Quinn.”

“What?”

“Quinn.”

“What, Tommy? What?! I don’t understand what the big deal is.”

The thrum of people bubbled around them as they kept out of the way, in the alcove of the entry, the somewhat tainted smell of city air brushing by, mingling with the scents of spring.

“You’ve the largest black cat I’ve ever seen on a leash, ready to take him around the block like he’s—“

“Are you calling him fat?” The fake offense in her tone was something he still found himself getting used to, thrown his way at the oddest of times, however, it was better than the real fighting had been with Lizzie.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Tommy sighed, running a hand through his hair, and in the same moment loosening the sweatshirt hood from his head, resisting the urge to give in and laugh at her offense.

“Okay, a couple of months ago, I took him to the dog park. He made a friend. Now, I can tell he gets depressed a little bit if I don’t take him.”

“We’re taking your cat to the dog park?”

“He loves it,” she shrugged, crouching to pick up Beelzebub and, much to Tommy’s surprise, flipping the cat, leash and harness still on, on his back to hold him like a baby.

“Love, he may enjoy going to the park, but he looks like he’ll claw your eyes out the way you’re holding him.”

All she did was smile, relaxing into his side as he wrapped an arm around her, giving her hip a squeeze.

Their walk to the park had been mostly filled with hushed conversation, until Quinn remembered what day it was.

“Who’s flying with Charlie and Ruby?”

The concern on her face was actually quite endearing, Tommy realized. The fact that she cared for his children, despite the terse circumstances, knowing that she was on his side was refreshing. Not that he doubted it.

“Ada and Karl. Ben is still out of the country for work and she decided she wanted to go to Burlington while they’re here, with all the antique shops.”

Quinn smiled, masking the fleeting flash of guilt, although now long passed, of when Ruby got separated from her in the middle of LaGuardia after dropping her stuffed bunny. How the four of them had got separated in the first place still baffled her, but the thought of how it could have gone wrong still haunted her.

As the grass of the park turned to sand, the fluffy black mass wriggled in her arms, and once inside the fence, bolted over to the tan and black Yorkshire Terrier, nuzzling his face against the dog, before brushing against his whole body the same way he would Quinn’s legs whenever he wanted attention, usually the same was done as a request for food.

Quinn waved to the dogs owner as she and Tommy sat on the bench, watching the animals play as she closed the gap between the two of them, her head resting on his shoulder until she heard the chuckle that he had been holding in escape.

“They’ve messed up, love.”

The remark made her pull away, eyes wide, searching her memory bank for what they were talking about before they entered the park.

“Who? Why?”

“Clearly,” Tommy nodded to the scene before them, “you’ve got a dog in a cats body, eh?”

Quinn beamed, nestling against his side once more. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right, Tommy.”

#modern tommy shelby x oc #quinn meyer #the titles blue cause it’s for mar #modern tommy shelby

[rosesfromslashers]

So I am queen "fuck them kids" but I just can't get this concept outta my head! Here's a lil Chop Top X Reader about starting a life together. Warnings for talks of pregnancy, babies, and unprotected sex. Enjoy!

He proposes so many crazy things when the two of you are in the back of his truck, parked somewhere far away from the Sawyer household, away from prying ears and eyes.

He's always so loud. Giggly. Talkative. Everywhere he goes. But out here, with just you, he's unusually quiet and pensive, deep in thought and bordering on philosophical.

It's almost always light-hearted. Whispered hypotheticals and random thoughts in the more than occasional throes of passion. Nothing too serious, as he's not a serious man when he doesn't want to be.

But Bobby - and out here with you, he is Bobby - can be serious, and often times is. Regailing you horror stories of the war, his worries about his family, his dissatisfaction with the way things are. Even his thoughts and distaste of mainstream politics.

About the life he wants to have with just you.

You can tell it's going to be another one of those serious nights when after you two separate, he begins slowly playing with your hair and breathing deeper, his rabbit-fast heartbeat calming down under your ear.

Then he says it.

"I wanna baby."

You laugh gently, "Oh yeah?"

So the conversation isn't turning serious then, you think. It's going to be one of those nights where he rapid-fire lists off all the little things floating around in his head. All of the little thoughts and fantasies that he has but will never really go out of his way to make happen.

But he doesn't continue on with a different thought.

"Mhm," he hums, a smile to his tone, "I-I think you'd make a real good momma."

No, you wouldn't, you think. And the Sawyer household, this world and this relationship, isn't the kind to bring a baby into.

Robert "Chop-Top" Sawyer isn't the kind of man to be a father; he has done too many awful things in his life, and a part of you hurts to admit it.

And he knows that's the case, but it won't stop him from thinking about it.

He doesn't stop bringing it up after that, either. While laying in bed, or exploring the abandoned theme park the Sawyers call home, or doing the dishes.

"What if we had twins!" he exclaims randomly, handing you a mug, "Ya know, they run in the family. You see, Nubbins and I-"

Then he goes on and on, stuck in a beautiful daydream world where the two of you can build that life together.

You try not to let it sway you, but goddamn is his energy infectious, and one night, when he makes a move on you, you tell him to keep the protection in the drawer.

It's unlikely to happen anyways, you reason. He'd told you about his exposure to Agent Orange and the effects it's had on him. He'd even vented about his concerns that maybe this little pipedream couldn't happen. He'd heard from the VA that it causes infertility, something he made sure to tell you long before he got the idea in his head that the two of you, the messes that you are, should start a family of your own.

Your own little clan of cannibals.

That concept still turns your stomach. You refuse to eat... other people. But would any potential children be expected to partake in the family tradition?

It's anxieties like that that run through your head when he pushes inside of you, unprotected, for the first time.

They melt away at just how happy and excited he is about the prospect.

And when it does happen, when he lifts you up in a spin and laughs until he cries, you're happy and excited, too.

#chop top x reader #slasher community #slasher x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre 2 #chop top sawyer #my fics

[jjunhui]

Like what?? Regarding your last post.

i am going to add tws to the tags but i want to warn in advance that some of this stuff is particularly graphic and difficult to read !!!

like the ‘international day of jihad’ that an angry ex-muslim who promised to take the religion down days prior decided was going to happen, based on his translations of a video that was private shortly after (so … take his word for it!). he told a bunch of gun-toting maniacs who follow him because they hate muslims that the muslims were going to blow everything up, so be ready! you know what happened? protests across the united states. that was the big scary ‘day of jihad’.

you know how they responded to people standing around with signs and saying ‘palestine will be free?’ with rage. by publicly stating that they should all be deported or killed. that it’s a mockery of 9/11. that you don’t come to their country (being the US — plenty of them were born here?) and disrespect them. that they have guns and they’re not afraid to use them. oh, and i’m forgetting the countless palestinians ICE visited that day, and the countless mosques conducting their friday sermons & prayers like they do every week that were of particular interest for the FBI.

none of the people threatening to shoot muslims on sight were of any interest, of course.

also, the amount of videos i’ve seen of anything remotely threatening captioned ‘day of jihad’ and you guessed it — there’s a context label right underneath it stating that the video is years old and completely unrelated to the situation at hand. but people don’t care because it’s another way to completely demonize muslims and bring into question the ‘true motive’ of islam & muslim’s beliefs

nobody calls into question why on the ‘day of jihad’ alongside our peaceful protests, muslim children were stabbed to death for existing. or had their lives threatened for daring to be visible to angry and vile people. it makes you wonder — whose day to cause death and destruction was this really?

or the way it is so easy for anyone to hear that muslims or an organization that is even remotely muslim-affiliated killed babies, or raped and tortured a tourist before parading her corpse around, or or or … and they IMMEDIATELY go with it even despite the claim being completely unsubstantiated. israel themselves have admitted that they have no knowledge of hamas ‘beheading babies’. the woman everyone is still talking about — she’s alive. turns out they weren’t parading her around, they were taking her to a hospital. a complete stranger made the effort to get into contact with her mother to let her know she was safe. israelis themselves have spoken out saying that palestinian fighters promised not to hurt them, made sure they were protected and left them alone. yet we are still talking about the same fucking beheaded babies and the same dead people who either never existed or have strongly fabricated stories

and what’s really fucking insane to me is that some of the most vile stories we’ve heard about what palestine has done are old stories from palestinians about what israelis did to THEM. those stories got no attention. you change the skin tones around, flip the narrative, retell the story unsubstantiated with an arab as the criminal, as the one committing atrocities, and everyone spreads it.

exhibit a:

it’s the same deal when you say hamas kept israeli children in cages and everyone believes it. the proof, of course, is a picture of palestinian children being kept in cages. or how in the media, israelis are referred to as being ‘killed’ and palestinians simply ‘die’ or how jamie lee curtis took to instagram posting a photo of how tragically afraid israelis were and you guessed it, it’s a picture of palestinians! one worth tens of thousands of likes. one can’t even scrape its way to 700. guess which is which?

my point overall is that anyone can take the plight and the tragedies that the palestinian people have endured for far too long, and they can document it and post it for all to see and it will be ignored. however, if you take the same proof of what they have been going through, and you flip the narrative… you call the palestinians ‘israelis’, and you condemn palestine for what they are doing to them… immediately, it receives attention and criticism. but it was so easy to turn a blind eye when people were under the impression that the other party was suffering.

which is why i say that a lot of this is a poorly masked excuse to be islamophobic & to hate arabs. because it’s not acceptable to hate people for no reason anymore! but, if we have sad sad little photos of all the bad bad things they’re doing, then we can hate them and we can justify the brutal killing of them. even if the things we use to hate them are actually proving why we should fight for them because it is literally their plight just with a different caption on it… we can turn a blind eye toward that part and pretend. right? right! 😇 the second you turn the oppressed into the oppressor, because the oppressed is brown… everyone buys into it without question. it’s the propaganda machine at its finest.

i don’t have the mental energy to delve further into this unfortunately — there’s more. a lot more. there will always be more. but a friend of mine @jeonwonwoo has posted a bit on the matter including some great insight into just how far the shameless propaganda goes (hiii zaynab). it’s worth a look imo

hope this helps

#💌 #anon #ok to interact #long post #rape tw #genocide tw #murder tw #and as always #free palestine #:)

[yloiseconeillants]

15 Questions!~

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yes! My mother named both me and my sister after Very Popular Characters on her Very Popular Late 1980s Daytime Soap Opera. Then she named my brother after MacGyver.

2. When was the last time you cried?

bachelor party mushroom trip bath time last weekend (it was a joyous cry)

3. Do you have kids?

No, and no interest personally. I have two nieces and a nephew. My partner and I are considering fostering older kids/teens when we're in our 40s/50s but that remains to be seen.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not often, and when I do it's almost exclusively purposely meant to fall Very Flat (I have been told I have some sort of sense of humor by my friends but none of us can figure it out).

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

My grandfather was convinced that since I was tall for a preschooler that I would end up as a basketball player and tried to encourage me and my sister to take up basketball as children (taking us to college games, playing with us at the local park, etc) but I ended up more of a 'scrambling through creeks before spending hours being weird at the library' kind of kid. In high school, I did enjoy dance, badminton, and field hockey when forced to do so through p.e. classes, but I'm. not sports.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Oh yikes, it depends on the circumstances? If I'm meeting someone new at a familiar place among familiar people, usually how they interact with people that I know? What their body language conveys about a relationship or acquaintanceship, I guess. If it's an entirely new person in a neutral environment, like at work, probably still body language, but I'd be checking more for like, how nervous they are to determine what kind of tone to take with them (I worked in a government office for Official Technical Stuff and there's a lot of people who are Very Unsure about what they ~should be doing).

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Oh, scary movies. Happy endings are great but I tend to prefer media that just coincidentally doesn't have them? (so when I *am* enjoying something that *does* have a happy ending, it's so much sweeter). However, I love being spooked and I am *very* easily spooked so like, you can find me watching horror movies from a distance in my kitchen with all the lights on, and the sound turned off during the really scary bits and I'll be like, making food to combat the terrors - having a fucking fantastic time actually.

8. Any special talents?

Good memory for things I have written down.

9. Where were you born?

California, baby!

10. What are your hobbies?

playing barbies and falling into research holes

11. Do you have any pets?

I have two cats :) They are Very Neurotic.

12. How tall are you?

13. Fave subject in school?

I mean, I really enjoyed majoring in community development (focus on urban planning, but the public engagement bits of that were really fun), but if we're talking like, high school, definitely drama. Like, yes, it was mostly just my friends and I fucking around for an hour during school and however many hours after school, but I genuinely enjoyed the academic bits of it when my teacher still pretended to give at least somewhat of a fuck before she checked out entirely in my last two years in it. Language and literature classes were usually pretty fun, especially in community college (shout out to my Russian lit course for being Wild and to that time that I took a required English class that was taught by a teacher whose background was poetry). OH AND THIS INSTITUTIONAL ECON CLASS I TOOK-

14. Dream job?

Don't believe in 'dream' jobs but in a situation where I was still forced to rely on working to survive but I could do whatever I wanted, I'd love to like just wear a bright vest and hang out on public transportation and give people information on transit routes and destinations. Please let me help the tourists. They need help.

15. Eye colour?

that fucky 'grey' color which means I can't fucking see shit when it's bright out because i'm squinting too much

Tagged by @mirrim-the-moonfaerie and @sundered-souls

Tagging: whoever wants a tag!!

#not ffxiv #memery

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

People I've met irl with the same name as dcla characters (and how they were)

Nina: I have met LOTS of people named Nina, and they all have been very different. One of them is related to me and I love her ofc. But then there's also Nina from fourth grade who... well, we were on the swings at recess and I said "I wonder how they make cartoons like Phineas and Ferb, like how they animate them", and she stopped her tracks and said "Are you watching cartoons?!" in the most judgemental tone ever. She then jumped off the swings and walked away, not wanting to be associated with a fourth grader who was so cHiLdiSh she still watched cartoons. So, Nina from fourth grade, if you're out there: Fuck you :)

Maxi: Maxi is a very common name for people my age. Often a nickname of Maximillian (just like Maxi in Violetta's full name is Maximilliano). The Maxi's I've met have often been "one of the boys" and sometimes had a bit of a cocky attitude. One in particular also was famous for making really odd comments sometimes lol.

Helena: Often teachers or friends of my mom are named this. Been very different how they have been. One Helena was my english teacher in middle school and she was from America. She was also my drama teacher (in middle school I went to a school that had a performing arts program), but apparently she was not a fully fledged drama teacher but just "took a course in it for one class". And you could tell, because she just had no idea what we were doing. Once like a week before we performed was like "so I have an idea what you could do :)" and we were like "... we have a play already thanks"

Daisy: Now, the Daisy in Bia is a wonderful person. The Daisy I met irl......................... *traumatic flashbacks*

Simon: I've only met people who are named Simon without the accent over the o. They've all been like Simón in the show :)

Camila: I had a daycare teacher named Camila and I found her to be the funniest teacher. She was in charge of the younger kids, but she talked to us older kids a lot. I remember when my little brother was born and she every day was like "you need to show me your little brother!". And I was so excited when my mom came to pick me up and had my little brother with her (because she was on maternity leave), and as we were leaving, I saw Camila out in the yard and was like "CAMILA!!!! MY LITTLE BROTHER IS HERE!!" and she came out to greet us.

Leon: Every Leon I’ve met has been under 2 years old. I think that name is trending rn (googled: Yep, Leon was top 12 on the baby name list in Sweden 2022).

Lucas: In elementary school I had THREE people named Lucas/Lukas in my class. Extremely popular name in my generation. All of them were different. One of them left no impact on me at all, one of them was the most annoying boy ever, and one of them I had a crush on and ran around telling him I was going to kiss him. He also hit me with a stick in kindergarten and we went to the same daycare where I witnessed him spin around and fall down on a sharp rock, so his mom had to come pick him up and he needed to sew three stitches on his chin.

Alice: Yes, I’ve met several, but all of them are pronounced the english way. They’ve all been very kind people. One of them was a friend of my sisters and my sister said she was a bit odd, though. Although, I can’t judge for myself since I didn’t know her.

Ana: Well, maybe not spelled Ana, but Anna I’ve met hundreds of. Relatives, classmates, teachers, friends of my parents… no one is the same. Every Anna I’ve met has been nice except for one Anna in elementary school who I found so annoying, because she always acted like I was stupid, and gaslighted me. I’ve also had a teacher named Anna who was… we’re not gonna talk about her I am just wondering how she could be allowed to be around children tbh.

Emma: Emma is such a normal name that some Emma’s I’ve met have been nothing but kind, but other Emma’s have been hell’s children. I have nothing but love to say to some Emma’s and have the biggest grudge against other Emma’s.

Emilia: Yes, I met one Emilia. She was very nice and kind, although quite shy.

Amanda: Yep. One girl in my confirmation group who kissed me on the cheek because I offered her chocolate that I didn’t want. And one from my childhood who every time she was invited to birthday parties had to be accompanied by her mom as she had a tendency to get… out of control…

Diego: I’ve only met one Diego and he was literally 1 years old (people naming their kids Diego and Leon… they’re gonna grow up having the real life Violetta over here)

Tomas: Every Tomas I’ve met is either a middle aged man or a toddler, there’s been nothing in between. None of them have left a strong print on me lol

Monica: EVERY Monica I’ve met has either been a lunch lady or a teacher. They are always in school in some way. No one has been the same

Luna: Every Luna I’ve met has been friends of my sister and I never knew them much to say I have an impression. Like I’ve said hi to them at most.

Alex: Every Alex I’ve met is exactly like the Alex in the show. Literally if you’re named Alex (often short of Alexander), you’re destined to just act like that ig

Lara: The only Lara I’ve known was in the same ”art and design” class as me (this was kind of like regular arts class except it was an optional class you could take, like with drama, and you didn’t get graded so you could just sit there and draw or work on an artwork of your choice). I have to admit that I know nothing more than her name. Sometimes I wonder if she was also in my science, physics and biology group (we blended classes for those subjects). If she were I never talked to her. Honestly don't even know her face. Just know she exists because the teacher called her name.

Eric: Every Eric/Erik I've met has been the friend of a friend. I've never been close to an Eric but I've known his name because we have a mutual friend. Although, I recall once when I was like. 4? I was invited to a boy named Eric's birthday party, he went to the same daycare as me and he invited everyone in our daycare group. Remember nothing from his birthday except that it was out on some 4H farm and I ran around chasing a white balloon that was flying over the field. I don't even know if there was cake??? Every kid just ran around. But then again I was 4 so it's understandable I have such blurry memories.

I'm not sure if I've met anyone more that has the same name as a dcla character (maybe the same name as a small character that appeared in like an episode maybe).

#violetta #soy luna #disney bia