#that means it’s my grandpas birthday :D

[canon-vi]

I tried to create her on January 3, but forgot...

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Name: Anastasia

Name abbreviations (popular and frequently used): Nastya, Nastenka, Nastyukha, Asya

Age: 8-9

Height: 134

Birthday: April 30 (April 30) {it’s just that my friend Nastya was born on the same day—}

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Asya has aphasia, to put it simply, she is mute, she became mute after the car accident

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For conversations she always carries a notebook with a pen, she keeps this notebook in her bag

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Nastya is a very tactile child, she loves hugs and physical contact, especially with her family

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She has trouble sleeping and has nightmares, often involving an accident, so she goes to her parents' room for support from Merciless

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She is patient with bullying, but at the same time vindictive, she remembers everyone who has offended her in some way and the “evil” comes back doubly, “there are devils in still waters,” she once doused a girl with boiling water, but that doesn’t matter—

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Nastya has a personal diary, even 2, one where she writes everything good and leaves it where someone can find it, and the second about all her and not only terrible secrets, which she hides... But I won’t tell you where, what if someone find it? (under the floor)

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Asya wants to become a programmer in the future and create her own game, wish her luck :3

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Nastya loves all sorts of folk and pagan holidays, like Russian Maslenitsa, but who doesn’t like baking and eating pancakes for a week, and burning an effigy at the end of the week? It's fun and delicious!

Note:

— Aphasia is a local absence or disorder of already formed speech with impaired speech perception while maintaining hearing. It occurs with organic lesions of the speech parts of the cortex (and the “nearest subcortex” - as Luria puts it) of the brain as a result of injuries, tumors, strokes, inflammatory processes and some mental illnesses. Aphasia affects various forms of speech activity

— The name Anastasia has meanings: return to life, resurrection, rebirth

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Dream:

" I don't know him, but the name sounds familiar, maybe I heard about him once? I don't know, I'm not sure "

Ink:

" Isn't this Aunt Drop's mom? I heard about her, Aunt Drop said that someday she would show me photographs of her! I can't wait for her to show it to me!! "

Cross:

" Grandpa cooks very tasty, I like to cook with him, and he is also strong and cool! I love it when he rides me on his neck! "

Hope:

" Mom and dad always spoke well of her, but grandpa shudders as soon as he hears her name, I would like to meet her :D "

Nightmare:

" Dad talks very little about him, but he definitely loves him, well, I think so "

Killer:

" Grandma Kill? Dad loves to talk about her, and I love to listen to his stories, sometimes dad says that I am very similar to her "

Merciless:

" Dad is the kindest and the best, it seems to me that he will support me, even if I need to kill and bury someone I love him :3 "

Lux:

" Mom says that I take after my dad in appearance and even in mind, which means she loves me just like dad: D I love my mom, I feel safe with her! But it’s very painful to see how sad mom is, I don’t want to leave her alone :( "

Pallete:

" Thief. "

Drop:

" Aunt Drop is cool, she creates games! When I grow up, I want to create games just like her! :D For some reason, aunt always carefully leaves us, I don’t understand why? "

Sunrise:

" If I hadn’t just stood and watched, that guy wouldn’t have taken her Sorry, Sun :( I miss her "

Moonrise:

" Brother Moon is very cute He often reminds me of Sunrise, I really try not to cry at such moments, but sometimes I fail :'( "

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Fun fact: I decided to create Nastya when my friend with the same name was in the hospital with alcohol poisoning in a coma, ahah

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E. L. A. by @anotherrosesthatfell

#evil lux au #what if au #luxciless #merciless [e.l.a] #lux [e.l.a.] #anastasia [e.l.a]

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 243. brb x oc

a/n: listen......i don't even know if this is common or legal,I just want drama and im so t i r e d so b ear with me pls(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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It wasn’t news that he was good at his job, he was good, he was good enough to be promoted to Lieutenant-Commander. As he walks past a few other officers towards Cyclone’s office, he wondered what exactly they could talk about that was so…hurried.

He saw the email on Sunday afternoon, minutes before the girls left with Leonardo and he and Beatrice went to Marcus for that…photoshoot…thing. It was weird, but also really fun? It took him some time to get used to the idea, but he’s glad that he did.

He knocks on the vice-admiral’s door, he hears the quiet ‘Come in’ and then finally enters. He stops by the door when he sees a brand new picture on Cyclone’s desk, his grandson, in all his red peach faced glory, squinting at the camera and giving the onlookers a confused frown.

Well, that’s interesting.

Rooster blinked in surprise, hardly believing his eyes as he took in the unexpected sight of his uncle, Maverick, sitting in Vice-Admiral Cyclone's office. He couldn't help but grin at the sight of his younger, albeit scruffy and casually dressed, family member.

"Mav?" Rooster, his voice filled with disbelief and genuine happiness. "What are you doing here?"

Maverick leaned back in the chair, offering Rooster a cocky smile. "Can you believe I was invited?” he smirks, “By Beau nonetheless.” Cyclone just sighed heavily from his chair, flipping some pages in a folder, “I felt honored,honestly.”

"Invited?" he repeated, his mind trying to make sense of the situation. He knew that Maverick and Vice-Admiral Cyclone had a history, but he hadn't expected his uncle to be invited to a meeting like this.

Especially by Cyclone who did not look that excited.

Maverick chuckled, his casual demeanor contrasting sharply with the formal setting of Cyclone's office. "Yeah, Beau called me up and said he needed my input on something," he explained, his voice laced with amusement. "Said it was a 'family matter.'"

Cyclone finally set the folder aside and leaned forward, his expression serious. "Gentlemen, I appreciate you both coming," he said, his voice carrying the weight of authority and completely ignoring how casual the conversation was. "Yes, even you Maverick.” 

“It must be something insane for you to allow me in here.” Maverick smiles, “I think being a grandpa is doing good for you. I mean,it did for me. Rooster’s kids are great.”

Cyclone purposefully ignored that information, “Bradley your promotion ceremony is coming,” he says, pulling his glasses off his face, “A few weeks, if I’m not wrong.”

Rooster nodded, acknowledging the upcoming event. "Yes, sir," he replied, hands behind his back, “Just…a few days after my birthday,actually.” and he let out an awkward laugh…one that his uncle did reciprocate, but his superior…well…

If he squinted he could see his lips twitching.

Cyclone continued, his gaze shifting between Rooster and Maverick. "As you both know, promotions in the Navy are based on merit, performance, and potential," he said, his tone serious. "And while Rooster's record is exceptional and he's more than deserving of his promotion, there's another factor at play here."

Rooster exchanged a puzzled glance with Maverick. "What do you mean, sir?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.

Cyclone leaned back in his chair, his hands steepled in front of him. "I've received some...interesting information from the higher-ups," he began, choosing his words carefully. "It seems they aren’t that fond that you two-” he points at them, “Are together in the same base.”

Rooster's eyebrows shot up in surprise at Cyclone's revelation. He hadn't expected the conversation to take such a turn. He exchanged a quick, worried glance with Maverick before turning his attention back to the vice-admiral.

"Sir, with all due respect, our relationship hasn't affected our performance or professionalism in any way," Rooster stated firmly, his voice steady.

Maverick nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "We've always maintained the highest standards, both as Navy officers and as individuals," he added.

Cyclone sighed, his gaze fixed on Rooster. "I don't doubt your professionalism, Bradley," he said, his tone sympathetic. "But you know how the higher-ups can be. They have concerns about the appearance of impropriety, especially with both of you being…family."

Rooster couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration at the situation. He had worked hard to achieve his current rank, and the idea that his relationship with Maverick could jeopardize his career was disheartening. "Sir, I understand their concerns, but we've kept our personal and professional lives separate," he argued. "I don't see how our relationship should be an issue."

“Listen,Beau,”Maverick stands up, “He’s my nephew. But there’s no nepotism in place here,I don’t have any saying on what happens to him.”

Cyclone nodded in acknowledgment of Maverick's statement. "You're right, Maverick," he said, his expression thoughtful. "But I wanted both of you to be aware of the situation and the potential challenges it might present. The higher-ups are watching closely."

Seldom were the times when he saw Maverick angry, actually angry. But when his eyes narrowed and he leaned down to Cyclone’s level, he could see how he was seething, “Watching me closely,huh?”

“Maverick-”

“They are threatening my nephew because of me?” he asks quietly, “Is that the truth,Beau?”

Cyclone sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly as he met Maverick's intense gaze. "Maverick, it's not a direct threat," he explained, choosing his words carefully. "But it's a concern they've raised, and it could potentially impact Bradley's career."

“It feels like one.” and the two men stared at each other for a few seconds, before Cyclone broke the silence.

And while his words were heavy, they had truth in them, “...Maverick, you knew Admiral Kazansky’s protection would only last so long.” he says quietly, “You knew they’d still be on your ass even after he passed.”

Rooster watched the exchange between Maverick and Cyclone, a mix of emotions swirling within him. He felt like..he didn’t know what to feel. He was so conflicted. "Mav, it's okay," Rooster interjected, stepping closer to both of them. "We'll figure this out. Okay?” he saw how his uncle’s knuckles were white when he pressed them on the desk’s surface, keeping him upright.

“I will not allow them to do it.” he whispers, “They will not hurt him because of me,Beau.”

Cyclone’s jaw moved before he spoke again. "Maverick, I appreciate your concern for Rooster," he said, "But we need to tread carefully. We don't want to give them any more reason to scrutinize Bradley's career."

“There shouldn’t be any!” Maverick almost shouts, making both his nephew and the vice-admiral stare at him wide eyed, “What is this? Punishment? For some fucking reason? Why? No,” he points at Cyclone, “No, they won’t do this, not to him, not anymore.”

Cyclone sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm going to have a meeting with the higher-ups," he said, his tone resigned. "I'll try to convince them that Bradley's promotion should proceed as planned. But we'll need to be prepared for any outcome."

“There will be only one outcome.”

“We don’t know that.”

“...no, we do.” Maverick muttered, stepping back to look at Rooster. And Rooster felt his heart hurting because that was the same look he gave back when they started talking again. After Phoenix and Bob got hurt, after he questioned him about his papers.

Why did you stand in my way?!

“Is it over?” Maverick asked, “Can we get out of here? We are both busy.” the atmosphere was so tense and thick it was almost suffocating. Rooster could only stare at his uncle in silence, hands behind his back as he waited.

Cyclone nodded, his expression grave. "Yes, you're both dismissed for now," he replied, his voice heavy with the weight of the situation. "I'll keep you updated on any developments, Rooster."

Rooster gave a brisk salute, his thoughts racing as he followed Maverick out of the vice-admiral's office. The tension in the room seemed to linger even after they had left, leaving Rooster feeling a sense of unease, it clung to his uniform like oil.

As they walked down the corridor, Maverick's earlier anger had transformed into a steely resolve. He glanced at Rooster and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Mav?" he calls softly, “Mav, you okay?”

“Me?” his uncle scoffs, “I should be the one asking you that? Are you okay?”

Why did you stand in my way?

Both men stood in front of each other, the taller pilot opening his mouth, then closing. Then opening and repeating the whole ordeal again…he felt…guilty, but he shouldn’t. Right? He shouldn’t feel guilty but he also felt angry and disappointed and just…he couldn’t pinpoint one single emotion.

He sighed, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. "I...I don't know, Mav," he admitted, his voice heavy with uncertainty. "I'm…really surprised of how things…turned out." and he laughs quietly, more out of discomfort than humor, “...but,I mean it, are you okay?”

Maverick's gaze softened as he looked at his nephew, his concern evident in his eyes. "I'm more worried about you right now," he replied honestly. "You've worked so hard for your promotion, and I don't want to see your career suffer because of me."

Again.

Rooster gave a weary smile, his brain rattling with past conversations he wished wouldn’t come back now, “I know.” he whispers, “I know,Mav…we-we will figure it out, somewhat.” he could feel the claw going up his spine, the anxiety of somehow his promotion being revoked was…scary.

He worked so hard for this, so hard.

And he couldn’t blame Mav, as much as somehow past Rooster wanted to, he couldn’t. This wasn’t him playing with his papers, the fact they were family - not exactly by blood - shouldn’t be such an issue, “...they really get on your ass,huh,Mav?”

Maverick chuckled dryly, crossing his arms over his chest, “Always did.” he frowns, “Always,did,Brad.”

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“I’m home.”

“Kitchen!”

His smile was immediate, no matter how shitty his day could be, no matter if he was in the worst situation…that voice made his entire body relax, “Kitchen? What are you makin’?” he calls, leaning down to pet each of the dogs as they rush over to greet him, “Is Nikki with you?”

“Dada!”

“You bet she is.”

Rooster chuckled, running his hand through his hair as he walks to the kitchen, inhaling quietly, trying to ease his mind because he knew Beatrice was going to ask about this meeting. He knew it’d happen and he had to prepare his answers.

Rooster stepped into the kitchen, his fatigued shoulders gradually relaxing as he inhaled the savory aroma wafting through the air. Beatrice stood by the stove, a welcoming smile illuminating her face as she looked down at Nicole who was happily seated on her high chair at a safe distance from her mother.

"Look who's here, Nikki," Beatrice announced, playfully gasping, “Is it dada?”.

Nikki eagerly reached out for her father, her tiny arms stretching towards him. Rooster happily swept her up into his embrace, showering her chubby cheeks with affectionate kisses that elicited even more laughter from the little one.

"Hey there, my little birdie," Rooster whispered, his nose nuzzling Nikki's soft cheek. “Oh,” he swipes her face, “You got some sauce on your cheek, were you helping mama with dinner? Yeah?”

Beatrice leaned in once she lowered the temperature, her lips meeting Rooster's in a tender kiss. "Welcome home, babe," she greeted him warmly.

Rooster returned the kiss, smiling against her mouth, “Thanks babe, missed you.”

Beatrice gently caressed his cheek, her eyes filled with adoration. "We missed you too, Roos," she replied softly, looking back at the stove. "Dinner is almost ready. I made your favorite."

Rooster's eyes lit up with anticipation. "Oh boy, the options are endless. I wouldn’t know what it’d be…what is it?" he asked,craning his neck to check the boiling pot with his brows arched, “Tomato sauce…hmmm…could be anything. Gimme a hint.”

“It’s pasta,Roos.” she giggles, “More precisely spaghetti all'amatriciana.” she smiles more, “I thought about it, it’s been so long since we had it and I know how much you loved it back then.”

“Still do.” he says, sitting on the kitchen chair and placing Nicole on his lap, kissing her forehead, “Thanks babe, that sounds great.”

“Don’t mention it! How was work?”

Rooster settled into the chair, balancing Nicole on his lap as he recounted the events of his day. "It was a long day," he admitted, his voice tinged with exhaustion,holding his head with his free hand, “Long day.”

Beatrice looked at him from the stove and frowned at how his expression shifted to a somber, almost upset look, “...you wanna talk about it?” she asks softly, giving him a small smile when he met her eyes, “If you feel comfortable enough to?”

Rooster met Beatrice's concerned gaze, and for a moment, he hesitated. His day had indeed been challenging, and he had a lot on his mind. He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly as he considered her offer. "...maybe after dinner?”

Her gaze softened, “Okay.” she says, “No worries.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

[mustangs-flames]

My great-grandpa who was born all the way back in the 1910s lived long enough to see my 18th birthday and also to tell me lots of things (his daughter, my grandma, did too but in much less detail for her own personal motives) Soooo Can I try to guess what Deborah and John believed in socially? Not religiously cause me and my family are Calvinists, not Anglican, so I don't want to accidentally get stuff wrong and offend someone

I mean, you're more than welcome to headcanon! A lot of the ideals John and Deborah held to are only ever implied in the AU unless they affected Dave, Mark, and Sarah in particular. They don't have much of a *physical* presence in the story compared to the main TMC cast so there's plenty of room there for folks to headcanon/develop out the gaps in Deborah and John as people! I really enjoy getting asks like this so they're always welcome! :D

#hail true body au #mustang answers! #htb the reeds

[raya-rhaenyra-ahsoka]

House of the Dragon Ep. 3: Second of His Name, a Summary (Incorrect Quotes Edition)

SPOILERS AHEAD!

Daemon: *riding Caraxes and dracarysing people in the Stepstones* Crabfeeder, come out of your fucking cave and face me you son of a bitch!

Crabfeeder: *hides in the caves harder*

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*Baby Aegon’s birthday party*

Some lord: Omfg, your grace, baby Aegon looks just like you!

Viserys: Of course, he does. He’s my son.

Hobart Hightower: Ah, look at that, baby Aegon’s only 2 and he’s stealing the people’s hearts with his cuteness.

Otto: *lowkey proud grandpa* This morning, baby Aegon ate porridge with his hands. Want to see pics?

Hobart: He’s 2, wtf did you expect? The king’s throwing him an over the top birthday bash. Hopefully, this is more than just him turning 2.

Otto: What do you mean?

Hobart: He’s 2, and not a baby anymore. King Vis should be naming him his heir.

Otto: Lol, it’s not that easy, big bro.

Hobart: Wtf, he’s the firstborn son.

Otto: Well…I don’t think he cares about that.

Hobart: Wtf Otto, you’re the Hand. Open his eyes, mofo.

Tyland: My king, I have some tea from the Stepstones. The crabfeeder pulled a surprise attack.

Viserys: *thoughts* Wtf not this again.

Viserys: Not now, Tyland.

Tyland: But it’s like a national emergency.

Viserys: Dude, it’s been three years. That shit can wait. It’s my son’s birthday. Now, forget about it and eat.

Viserys, to Lyonel: Is everything ready?

Lyonel: Yep, Jason wants us there by noon, I think.

Viserys: Hmm, btw, have you seen Rhae-Rhae?

Lyonel: Uh, no.

Tyland: My king-

Viserys: Wtf Tyland, I said not now.

Tyland: But we have to-

Viserys: *ignores him*

Viserys, to Criston: Where tf is Rhae-Rhae?

Criston: Uh, Idk.

Tyland: The Velaryons and your lil bro-

Viserys: Tyland, seriously?

Otto: Daemon and the Sea Snake started this shit on their own. Whatever happens, that shit is their problem alone.

Viserys: *frustrated* CAN SOMEONE JUST FUCKING TELL ME WHERE RHAE-RHAE IS?!

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: *having a picnic alone in the godswood, listening repeatedly to a live performance of an artist on spotify while reading*

Samwell: *song ends*

Rhaenyra: Again.

Samwell: Maybe you want to play the next song?

Rhaenyra: Nope. Just play it on loop.

Samwell: *starts playing again, then stops* Queen Ali.

Rhaenyra: Wtf I didn’t say pause. From the top.

Alicent: Rhae-Rhae?

Rhaenyra: Yes, Queen Ali.

Alicent: They need you in the courtyard, we’re about to leave.

Rhaenyra: Nope, I wanna stay here.

Alicent: Alright, Samwell, gtfo, I need to talk to Rhae-Rhae.

Rhaenyra: Wait, stay by order of the princess.

Alicent: I’m the queen, and I said gtfo.

Samwell: *bows and leaves*

Rhaenyra: *thoughts, mimicking Ali* I’m the queen, I can do whatever I want. Fucking bitch.

Alicent: Your dad wants you to come.

Rhaenyra: It’s not my birthday, I don’t need to be at the party.

Alicent: Rhae-Rhae, he wants us all to be together. I think it could be…fun? Idk.

Rhaenyra: Is it one of my dad’s orders?

Alicent: Well, yes, but-

Rhaenyra: *stands up* Then let’s go. Wtf are we still staying here for?

Alicent: But you shouldn’t worry about it, Rhae-Rhae. It’s-

Rhaenyra: *leaves* K bye.

. . . . .

Viserys: This is nice. Going on a roadtrip with my family.

Rhaenyra: *forces out a smile* …sure.

*carriage hit turbulence in the rocky road*

Alicent: *holds her belly*

Rhaenyra: Wtf. You’re pregnant. Why did you even agree to travel?

Alicent: Maester said I should breath in fresh air.

Viserys: You’ll be a mom soon, Rhae-Rhae. Then I’ll be a proud granddaddy.

Rhaenyra: Uh, no.

Alicent: It’s not that bad.

Rhaenyra: My mom died giving birth to my lil’ bro, so…

Viserys: Well, maybe you should come with me later and-

Rhaenyra: Eh, no. Boars are so yucky.

Viserys: Wtf did you expect? It’s a hunt. How would you like to join us then?

Rhaenyra: I’m not even sure why I’m here, dad.

Viserys: Rhae-Rhae, you’re my baby girl. The princess. It’s your duty to-

Rhaenyra: As I’m always reminded, wtf.

Viserys: Wtf did you say?

Rhaenyra: I said, you sound like a broken record because you keep reminding me.

Viserys: If you did your fucking duties, you wouldn’t be reminded.

Rhaenyra: Why tf would I even care? No one’s here for me. [girl, I feel you.]

Viserys: *visibly and emotionally concerned*

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: *enters tent and mostly gets ignored*

Lady wives and Queen Ali: *gossiping over tea*

Larys: I don’t think I’m allowed to go hunting, can I sit here with you girls instead?

Queen Ali: Uh, I guess.

Larys: Yay!

Queen Ali: Btw ladies, this is Larys Strong. He’s Lyonel’s son.

Lynesse Hightower: They said the Stepstones is a place for savages.

Ciera Lannister: Maybe the princess can give us some tea about it.

Rhaenyra: Oh, Idk shit about the Stepstones.

Ciera Lannister: Your uncle started this whole thing.

Rhaenyra: Idk, we haven’t chat in years.

Ciera Lannister: Of course, since your daddy chose you instead of him.

Alicent: Daemon made his own choices, all that shit is his fault. That’s why Vis chose Rhae-Rhae because she’s amazing.

Rhaenyra: Omfg thanks bestie.

Joselyn Redwyne: Well, Daemon made a mess and the king must make it stop. He must send his bad bitches to end those mofos for good.

Rhaenyra: Why? We’re not at war.

Joselyn Redwyne: But we are. Even though your daddy is still in denial, your uncle and the Sea Snake dragged us into it.

Rhaenyra: Ok, you’re complaining about it, I understand. So tell me, how exactly is your crinkly old ass helping the sitch, hmm? By sitting here in a comfy chair, petting your dog, and eating cake?

Joselyn Redwyne: …

Larys:

Rhaenyra: I thought so. Later, you old bitches.

. . . . .

Jason, to Rhaenyra: Hi princess, I’m Jason Lannister.

Rhaenyra: I know, lol. You have lion patterns in your clothes.

Jason, to a servant: Hey, get the princess a drink.

Rhaenyra: Omfg you look familiar. Your twin bro serves my dad, right?

Jason: *hands Rhae-Rhae wine* Yes, I think because he likes all the boring meetings. Btw, this drink’s made in Lannisport and it’s the best ever.

Rhaenyra: Uh, sure.

Jason: This place is nice, but the one near my house is better. You been there?

Rhaenyra: Once, but I don’t remember much.

Jason: You can get a nice view of the Sunset Sea from my house. I don’t have a dragonpit, but don’t worry. I have the money to build one.

Rhaenyra: *confused* Why tf do you need a dragonpit?

Jason: Uh, because you have a dragon. I would do anything for my future wife. *wink-wink*

Rhaenyra: Wait

Rhaenyra: *walks out* WTF

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: DAD WHAT THE FUCK?!!

Viserys: Rhae-Rhae, what-

Rhaenyra: You’re marrying me off to some old bat? Wtf is wrong with you?

Viserys: Baby, you’re 17. You’re legal age now.

Rhaenyra: That old bat is arrogant and a fucking idiot!

Viserys: Rhae-Rhae, people have been coming to me asking for your hand. And I HAVE TRIED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT IT, BUT YOU JUST SHUT ME OUT EVERY FUCKING TIME!

Rhaenyra: BECAUSE I DON’T WANNA GET MARRIED!

Viserys: DON’T YOU DARE RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME, YOUNG LADY!

Otto: Uh, my king, we’re in the middle of a party. So kindly just…shh.

Viserys, to Rhaenyra: You have to get married.

Viserys, to Otto: Wtf is it now?

Otto: Fyi, my bitches reports they saw a white hart stag. And think it will be the biggest tea for baby Aegon’s birthday party buffet.

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: *gets to her horse* I’m so getting tf out of here.

Criston: *sees Rhae-Rhae leaving* Wtf princess! Wait!

Rhaenyra: *ignores Crispy and leaves*

Criston: *gets into a horse and runs after Rhae-Rhae* WTF WTF WTF I have to protect her or it’s my head.

Criston: Princess, wait!

Rhaenyra: Go away, Crispy!

Criston: *catches up and stops the horses* You’re giving me a heart attack. Wtf happened back there?

Rhaenyra: My dad’s trying to marry me off to Jason Lannister. I mean, my daddy chose me as heir then just paired me off to some old bitch. Wtf is he thinking?

Criston: So…you want me to kill him?

Rhaenyra: *laughs* I wish.

Criston: I think we should go back to camp.

Rhaenyra: I don’t feel like going back yet. Maybe we should explore first.

Rhaenyra: Tell me, Crispy, did you ever got close to getting married?

Criston: Nope. I would’ve, but I chose to be kingsguard instead.

Rhaenyra: You’re so lucky you get to make decisions for yourself. Me on the other hand…

Criston: Rhae-Rhae, there are people who would love to take your place.

Rhaenyra: They’re only saying that because they’ve never been in my place, Crispy. I may be a princess, but I’m powerless.

Criston: No, you’re not. You literally had me in line to be a kingsguard. That’s not powerless. You’re a boss-ass bitch.

. . . . .

Viserys: *hunting and so bored* Are we there yet?

Hunstman: We’re following the trail, my king. The white hart is a symbol of royalty here, way before dragons came.

Otto: *excited* Omfg! This is so exciting! And this is happening on my grandson’s- I mean, Prince Aegon’s birthday! This is a sign!

Viserys: Uh…sure.

. . . . .

Viserys: *gets drunk*

Jason: Hi, my king. *shows him a spear* I had this made as a gift in honor of the baby prince.

Servant: *takes the spear*

Viserys: *lowkey unimpressed* This is nice, I guess.

Jason: I hope you’ll use that to kill the white hart stag.

Viserys: Uh, thanks for the spear.

Jason: Btw, I would love for Princess Rhae-Rhae to be my wife. If that happens, you will have strength.

Viserys: Wtf do we need more strength for?

Jason: Hey, if someone offers you more dragons, you’d take them, right?

Viserys: Bitch, do you even have dragons to offer?

Jason: ….

Jason: Btw, I have a big, nice house and Rhae-Rhae can live with me there. It wouldn’t be so bad after it gets taken from her.

Viserys: What will be taken from her?

Jason: Well, when you choose baby Aegon as heir.

Viserys: Why tf would I do that?

Jason: Well-you have a baby boy now. People just assume-

Viserys: People? So there’s many of you? Son of a bitch. Are you fucking questioning me about my choices on who’s going to sit after me?

Jason: Uh, no. I mean-

Viserys: Wtf I thought long and hard to choose Rhae-Rhae as the heir. The bitches in the kingdom should fucking remember that.

Jason: …

Viserys: Btw, thanks for the gift.

Jason: K bye.

Otto: My king. The white hart will be found, don’t worry. Btw, what do you think of Jason’s idea?

Viserys: It’s ridiculous. That bitch has a bigger head than I thought.

Otto: You’re not just Rhae-Rhae’s dad, you’re the king. You command her something, she’ll have no choice but to do it.

Viserys: I don’t want that for my baby girl. I want her to be happy.

Otto: I have another idea, btw. Maybe marry her off to her bro?

Viserys:

Viserys: Are you fucking serious?

Otto: Yeah, I mean-

Viserys: Rhae-Rhae’s 17 and Aegon is 2. WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

Otto: But-

Viserys:

Viserys: Bitch, I came here to hunt. Not to talk about this nonsense!

Otto: Sorry. So sorry, my king. I have to go now.

. . . . .

Lyonel: I already sent people to find Rhae-Rhae, my king. Crispy Coleslaw went after her, so maybe they’re together.

Viserys: *drunk af* Where have I failed at parenting? I tell her to not do something, and she’ll do the exact opposite. Some king I am.

Lyonel: When your granddaddy Jaehaerys was king, there was peace. But his babies also drove him crazy. It runs in the family. Lol

Viserys: *drinks more wine*

Lyonel: Uh, don’t you wanna hear what I think?

Viserys: Lemme guess, you want her to marry one of your sons?

Lyonel: Lol no, I think she should marry the Sea Snake’s son, Laenor. He’s like the heir to the richest house in Westeros so technically, he’s the best option. Also, I think the Sea Snake’s still salty when you rejected his proposal to marry his baby girl. I just hope ser Laenor makes it out alive of the Stepstones though.

Viserys: Huh, that’s actually a great idea. I’ll think about that.

. . . . .

Criston: Princess, I really think we should get back to camp.

Rhaenyra: I think I like it better here.

Criston: I’m pretty sure, your daddy’s worried about you.

Rhaenyra: Idgaf if he’s worried or not.

Criston:…ok.

Rhaenyra: Hey Crispy, do you think I’d be accepted as queen?

Criston: They’ll have no choice, lol. Your daddy already made you his heir.

Horse: *uneasy* I sense something coming.

Rhaenyra: Omfg wtf was that?

Criston: *pulls sword* Stay calm, I got it.

Boar: *charges at Rhae-Rhae*

Rhaenyra: WTF CRISPY HELP!

Criston: *stabs the boar*

Boar: *still oinking* bitch you thought-

Rhaenyra: *stabs it repeatedly* JUST! FUCKING! DIE! ALREADY!

. . . . .

Viserys: *drinking and standing by the bonfire*

Alicent: Hey, you ok?

Viserys: *drunk ranting* I chose Rhae-Rhae to protect Westeros from Daemon. She’s my only baby. The realm’s delight.

Alicent: Uh, Viserys?

Viserys: *continues ranting*

Alicent: Ok, Vis. You’re drunk. Get some rest.

. . . . .

Otto: We didn’t find the white hart, but we did find this other stag.

Harwin: It’s not the white hart, my king. But he’s a big one.

Jason: *hands him the spear* Spear for the kill!

Viserys: *takes the spear* Alright, let’s do this.

Viserys: *stabs the stag*

Viserys: Ok, we’re done here.

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: *looks over the view of the Kingswood* Omfg it really is pretty here.

White Hart Stag: *shows up* Hey yow, Princess.

Criston: *grabs his sword*

Rhaenyra: No, it’s ok, Crispy.

White Hart Stag: K bye. *leaves*

. . . . .

Rhaenyra and Criston: *returns to camp with the dead boar*

Everyone: *gasps*

Rhaenyra: *covered in blood* I’m back, bitches! Miss me?

Everyone: WTF

Harwin:

Jason:

Rhaenyra: I brought a boar to be cooked, You’re all fucking welcome!

. . . . .

Alicent, to Otto: Hi daddy.

Otto: Did you enjoy the family trip?

Alicent: Uh, sure.

Otto: How’s my grandbaby?

Alicent: He’s fine. People are fond of him, btw.

Otto: Of course, he’s cute. Also, he’s the future king.

Alicent: Dad, isn’t Rhae-Rhae the heir?

Otto: Aegon is the baby boy. Rhae-Rhae is a girl.

Alicent: So?

Otto: So, he’s ahead in the succession. As boys always are before the girls.

Alicent: I can’t have my baby steal Rhae-Rhae’s birthright.

Otto: It’s Aegon’s. Why are you in denial about this?

Alicent: But-

Otto: You have to convince him.

Alicent: Wtf

. . . . .

Alicent: Hey, Vis. How you feeling?

Viserys: *still drunk, continues to rant about Rhae-Rhae*

Alicent: …

Alicent: *sees a letter on the table* Wtf is that?

Viserys: A letter from the Sea Snake’s lil’ bro.

Alicent: *reads the letter* Omfg, they’re asking for help. Why aren’t we sending help?

Viserys: Because it was started by two idiots who were not happy with my decisions. And if I do send help, what will the people say about me, huh?

Alicent: Uh, that you’re a good guy who loves his baby brother?

Viserys: …

Viserys: I’m gonna have to do the right thing here, aren’t I?

Alicent:

Viserys: Dammit.

. . . . .

Viserys, to Addam: Deliver this to my lil’ bro to Dwarfstone.

Addam: Yes, my king. K bye.

Rhaenyra: Dwarfstone? Wtf is going on?

Viserys: I’m sending help to your uncle Daemon.

Rhaenyra: *doesn’t believe it* Uncle Daemon asked for help?

Viserys: Nah, he’d die if I wouldn’t so…

Rhaenyra: *squeaks in Dolores Madrigal*

Viserys: Am I wrong for doing it?

Rhaenyra: Does it even matter what I think?

Viserys: Daemon is giving me enough headaches without you adding to it. Why do you keep adding to it?

Rhaenyra: If this is about that old bat-

Viserys: I’m sorry, Rhae-Rhae. I’m just trying to help you, that’s it. What wrong with that?

Rhaenyra: Because you have a new favorite! And it’s Alicent’s baby boy. I mean, I know you’ve always wanted a son and now you have one. What does that make me now, daddy?

Viserys: Rhae-Rhae, wtf are you talking about?

Rhaenyra: Daddy, everyone knows it. Even Jason Lannister knows it.

Viserys: Baby, we marry for advantage, to gain more allies, and strengthen our army. You already know this, right? I was promised to your mommy.

Rhaenyra: I know, wtf. I’ve heard this story a million times.

Viserys: I loved your mommy. She made me who I am today. Look, I’m not replacing you. That never even came to me. I just want to see you happy.

Rhaenyra: You think finding a hubby for myself would do that?

Viserys: I’m saying a family.

Rhaenyra: I had a family. But you know…*shrugs*

Viserys: Wtf do you want me to do?

Rhaenyra: Daddy, please. If it was for advantage, you would’ve married Laena Velaryon.

Viserys: …

Viserys: *lowkey impressed* *thoughts* Omfg she speaks the truth.

Viserys: I mean…you’re not wrong.

Viserys: But seriously, you have get married. I don’t care who it is, as long as you’re happy.

Rhaenyra: Thanks, daddy.

Viserys: Rhae-Rhae. I promise you, in your mommy’s memory, you will always be my favorite.

. . . . .

Corlys: We need to keep fighting. We can’t give up now.

Laenor: It’s pointless, dad. When we’re not attacking, they come out. But when we attack, they hide.

Vaemond: Because they know they’d be barbequed if they do. The caves are their bunker, they ain’t comin’ out unless they have to.

Laenor: Then we give them a reason to come out of the bunker. We’ll need a volunteer to go in and wave a surrender flag for show.

Corlys: Ok, but who?

Vaemond: Yeah, who? Who actually has balls to go there and say ‘it’s over, you win’, huh?

Laenor: Idk, Daemon?

Vaemond: He’s the fucking reason we’re losing, wtf!

Laenor: Oh, I’m sorry, wtf have you done while we were all working our asses off to win? Complain all the fucking time!

Corlys: That’s enough. We don’t have time for this shit.

Vaemond: Wtf! We obviously need help. But y’all are too proud to ask for it.

Corlys, to Vaemond: Lil’ bro, I swear to god stop being such a drama queen!

Daemon: *arrives late* I’m here! Sorry I’m late. Air traffic. What I miss?

Vaemond: If we don’t do anything, we’ll all die here.

Addam: *surprise entrance* Prince Daemon, I brought you some tea from your big bro, the king. *hands him a letter*

Daemon: *takes and reads the letter*

The Letter: Hey, lil’ bro. I’m sending you help. Look, I know we fight a lot but whatever happens you’re still my lil’ bro and I don’t wanna see you fail. Hope you come home soon.

Daemon: *beats the shit out of Addam*

Laenor: *grabs Daemon* Wtf are you doing?

Daemon, to Addam: Get your fucking ass out of here!

Corlys: Wtf, Daemon?

Laenor: Btw, if we're going to win this, we need someone to-

Daemon:

Daemon, rowing to the Stepstones: *mumbles* Viserys thought I can’t do anything right? Huh, I’ll show him. Imma win this shit right now. I don’t need his fucking help.

Daemon:

Crabfeeder Army: *gets out of the caves* Kill him!

Laenor, on Seasmoke: *burns the crabfeeder army* Dracarys, bitches!

Crabfeeder Army: *gets barbequed*

Velaryon Army: Let’s finish these mofos!

Crabfeeder Archers: Kill them all!

Laenor, on Seasmoke: Did you forget about me? Dracarys!

Crabfeeder Archers: *gets barbequed*

Daemon: *goes after the Crabfeeder and kills him*

Daemon: *coming out of the cave with the Crabfeeder’s upper body* IT’S OVER! WE WON! IN YOUR FACE, VISERYS! I DIDN’T NEED YOUR FUCKING HELP!

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

I promise I'll upload every episode before the season finale. Please don't hate me.

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and now... in honor of the modern au sanemi os having surpassed... *drumroll*... the 10k word mark *hold for applause* (thank you thank you) i shall bother you with THOUGHTS

modern au kamaboko squad and their childhood trauma movies (heavily inspired by me and my friends)

tanjiro: harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban - listen zenitsu said it was good (he had a crush on emma watson) and their parents wouldn't find out anyway (they watched it at a sleepover when they were seven and eight respectively) so tanjiro let himself get talked into it. long story short they both ended up crying and running to zenitsu's grandpa when the dementors showed up and tanjiro never let zenitsu pick a movie again.

zenitsu: every movie was scary to him as a kid disney's hercules, seeing meg get crushed by that pillar gave him nightmares for MONTHS.

inosuke: little inosuke was too busy running around outside and eating things not meant for human digestion to bother with movies but he watches princess mononoke at tanjiro's birthday when they're fourteen and ends up being so distraught by the death of the forest god that he joins green peace.

nezuko: her mother took her to watch a princess lillifee movie when she was four and she ended up crying because they were the only ones in the theater and that scared her. (true story, except i didnʼt have a meltdown over it and my mom told me years later that she wished i had gotten scared so she would've had an excuse to walk out of the movie)

genya: sanemi had a sleepover with mitsuri when genya was nine and they were watching pirates of the caribbean. genya had hidden under sanemi's bed to spook them but then he couldn't come out and ended up sobbing when the ghost pirates showed up and then sanemi and mitsuri spent the rest of the evening consoling him and watching lego ninjago to help him calm down. (genya doesn’t like pirates now and sanemi knows it's mean but he thinks it's kinda funny)

kanao: kanae LOVES old disney movies and tried to drag all of her little sisters into it until five year old kanao watched snow white with her and got so freaked out at the entire final fight against the evil queen that they had to turn off the movie. kanao slept in kanae's bed for two weeks and she never actually finished the movie.

aoi: watched mulan when she was six and couldn't sleep properly for weeks. she told everyone who asked that it was the huns that scared her but she was actually super paranoid that mushu would crawl under her blanket in the night and bite her. he was her monster under the bed until she was like thirteen and she would rather die than tell anyone about this.

AHHH YAY!!! :D I'm so hyped for you and your work friend!

KJRKJEKJRJERKJEJKRJKE HELP! I relate so hard to Tanjiro and Zenitsu in that; those freaking dementors messed me UP when I was a kid! Nowadays I find them pretty neat, but little 9 year old Squiggily? Nope, not happening akjrekjajkr

AND OOF- I haven't seen Hercules, but I can imagine how scary that scene was holy-

HELP INOSUKE KJWJREJKRJKER He's sitting there eating a bug he found while watching the movie- that scene comes on and he's absolutely distraught and can't even look at the bugs he usually watches for awhile.

KEKRKJEKJRJEKRJKEJRJE The anxiety is real, I feel you Nezuko! (and good lord the movie was that bad? kjarkekjrajkrjkeajkrj No but really that's both adorable and utterly hilarious kjarkjeakjr)

OH NO GENYA!!! Poor little guy; all was fine and good until those ghost pirates showed up! Sanemi probably has the caribbean theme song set for his ringtone whenever Genya calls him. No one gets it cause Sanemi rarely talks about the movie and Genya's too embarrassed by the childhood memory to explain akjrjkeajkr

OH NO KANAO! Bless her- that scene was pretty intense! Though the idea of her sharing a bed with her older sister is beyond wholesome oh my goodness kjaerjkajkrajke I like to think she eventually finished the movie as an adult- or at the very least in highschool but still gets freaked out over it somewhat.

OH AOI! I think she'd really love Mulan besides that part cause Mulan herself is so amazing- she's got that complicated relationship cause she watches it but also gets paranoid whenever she does for the Mushu reasons until like you said, 13.

These are absolutely amazing and now I wanna share a few to add to it hehe!

Giyu: He watched The Nightmare Before Christmas with Sabito when they were around 11; everything was fine until Boogie got his sack ripped off and all the bugs came out. He has a somewhat mild fear of bugs since- if there's one in the apartment he'll text Sabito a picture of it with a "Help."

Shinobu: She doesn't get scared of movies too often but that one scene in Pee-Wee's Big Adventure where Large Marge made The Face (TM) freaked her out so badly she had nightmares for weeks. It's on her "Will burn it before I watch it again" list.

Akaza: You know that blue trumpet thing from Courage The Cowardly Dog? "You're not perfect"? That whole show was a time but like- that one thing was the kind of scary it creeped up on Akaza. He watched it, and slowly over the course of a few days he was too scared to touch the VCR tape of the cartoon. He still quotes things from the show- mainly King Ramsey quotes cause he found it funny. (Plus it freaks Douma out jarkjeakjrje)

Thank you for sharing these- they were absolutely DELIGHTFUL! (And I got your Askeladd ask friend! I'm just really slow to reply to things lately lols)

#squiggily speaks #ask #myreygn #friend :3 #hey it's Rey :3 #modern demon slayer au #demon slayer #childhood trauma movies and shows akjrkjaejkr #Addional hc: Sanemi + The Mummy #He hated those bug things #the scarabs #freaked him out for a good while #and he likes bugs too! #Just anything that does THAT freaks him out kjarjkajrk

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To Raise Children: Chapter 29

Chris Evans X Daughter!Reader, Grandpa!Chris Evans X Flynn and Felix Evans (OCs) Tom Holland X Single-Mom!Reader (Slow Burn)

Series Masterlist

OC List

Series Summary: It's been 4 years, your sons are starting kindergarten, you're starting junior year of college, a lot has changed.

Chapter Summary: The boys meet their sister!

Series Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 20, Tom is 29), absent father, mentions teen pregnancy, mentions abortion, if you see anymore please let me know politely.

Chapter Warnings:

Sequel to "It Takes A village"

Luckily feeding the boys was just what they needed. They're being a lot more civil and back to being best friends. They're off the wall excited to meet their sister. You were a little nervous but overall excited. You decided to call Tom while you guys hung out in the hotel room. The boys were playing with your laptop and you were in the little kitchenette.

"Yeah. They're excited and I am too but a little nervous... I mean they're nice but this is different than texting and facetiming them." You say quietly looking at the twins.

"I'm sure it'll be fine love." Tom tell you.

"Hopefully." You knew he's probably right but your brain was telling you otherwise.

"Come on in a couple hours your gonna call me telling me you had a great time." Tom assures.

"I hate that you're probably right."

"Yeah sure you do." He laughs. You smile to yourself, you love his laugh.

———

You make it to the restaurant. The boys have been so excited they even picked out gifts for their sister at the airport in boston this morning. One is teddy bear in a patriots jersey and the other is a dog beanie boo. You see the couple waving you to their table. You guys are at a diner, they said it was their favorite. You grab the boys hands and lead them to the table. The family except Amelia stand up.

"Oh my God hi!" Janet grins and give you a hug. "Let me guess Flynn and Felix?" She points to the boys.

"Yeah!"

"No one ever gets that right!" Felix grins.

"Hi." Kevin smiles he give a you a side hugs and just smiles at the boys.

"We got Amelia gifts!" Flynn says excitedly, while Felix holds up the patriots teddy bear.

"Teddy!" The young girl reaches for it from her child's seat.

"Here you!" Felix smiles handing it over.

"Thank you!" She hugs it grinning.

"I got you a dog!" Flynn hands it to his sister smiling. She squeezes it.

"That's so sweet of you boys!" Janet smiles as you all sit down. You sit with next to Felix who was sitting next to Flynn who set next to the child's seat that Amelia was. "How was your flight?"

"It was okay." You smile.

"Okay so how's your boyfriend Tom right?" She asks, she knows of him but not his last name, so she isn't aware your dating a celebrity though she and Kevin know your Chris's Evans' daughter.You also don't post photos of him on your Instagram. Which is private and mostly used for photos of Dodger and you post the twins there since it only has friends and family. You don't post often maybe every few months. Or if you the boys do something funny you'll post the video on your story.

"He's doing great. He's gonna try to come to Boston for the boys B I R T H D A Y." You spell it out as, one he wasn't sure he could come yet and you didn't want to get their hopes up, and two it's a surprise. It'll be late enough in the relationship that you feel comfortable letting him build a more prominent relationship with them. Also three they can't spell anything more than their names, mom, and Poppy.

"Oh my God!! That'll be so much fun for them! Speaking of that day we wanted to maybe come down for it? And next year if possible you can bring them to Amelia's!" She suggests.

"We would love to have you guys! I'm sure the boys would love it too."

"Great! Their birthday is October 19th right?" She asks.

"Yeah."

———

It was the next day you're now at a park. The kids were playing, you sat at a bench with the parents talking and catching up.

"Okay. Come on you gotta show me a picture of your boyfriend."

"Yeah who's this man who's taken your heart huh?" Kevin asks smiling.

"Kev why do you care." You chuckle.

"Because you seem happy and I want to know who to mess up if he breaks yours or those boys hearts."

"Give us a hint." Janet requests grinning. "Is he famous like your dad?" She looks you in the eye. Kevin looks over at the kids to make sure that they're okay before looking at you again.

"Yeah he is and normally I wouldn't date someone famous cause that's a mess."

"Are you speaking from experience?" He asks smirking.

"No. But I watched so many of my dad's relationships fail due to paparazzi and fame. Him and my mom's being own of 'em." You shrug.

"So what changes your mind about Tom?"

"I don't know.. He's just so sweet and he likes the boys they like him. My dad likes him... My uncles hate him but he's still so nice."

"Wait." Kevin says, having dawned on him who you might be talking about. "Are you dating Tom Holland?"

"Yeah I am."

"I knew it!" He grins.

"Mommy!" Flynn yells from across the playground. You look over at him, he stands at monkey bars. "Can you help me!" He asks.

"Coming Sugarplum." You hurry over after telling them you'll continue your conversation in a minute. "Okay put your hands here, you're going to do it on your own but I'll stand here to catch you okay?"

"Okay." He grins. He grabs onto the bar as you guide him making sure to be able to catch him if he falls. "I did!" He says after he makes it across.

"Good job!" You high-five him. "Okay buddy I'm gonna go sit down do you need anything else?"

"No." He smiles before Amelia drags him off to play. You go back to the bench.

"Now about Tom Holland how did you guys meet?"

"On the set of civil war BUT we didn't really talk. We didn't actually become friends until last year."

"Well im happy for you! He is cute." Janet smiles.

"Yoohoo, your husband, love of your life, father of your child is sitting right here!" Kevin acts offended.

"You're cute too." Janet rolls her eyes laughing.

"Thank you."

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[tamayokny]

there's a TLDR at the end of this post. also sorry if y'all just saw a mass text on your dash for a bit. i put a read more but it glitched. classic tunglr.

so on thursday this week (on 08/15) my family hosted a celebration of life for my grandpa--it would have been his 80th birthday. a lot of people showed up, family included, and it was a good time. we did what grandpa would have wanted and done best: drink, eat, and socialize. (my bio grandma said i was acting just like grandpa LMAO.)

there is some sad stuff, though. one of my great uncles (lets call him d), the baby of the family, is still very torn up over grandpa's death. (we are all, uncle h.) it's so sad bc while the family can be sentimental, i have never seen uncle r so...like that. i mean, we choked up together when we attended a mass for grandpa back on my birthday, but....yeah.

things get a little worse, though. i have two great aunts, and they're both older than grandpa and uncle r. the eldest didn't show up (which i'm kinda salty about ngl), but the younger one (aunt y)....so she and her husband (uncle e) live in florida. they flew up to come to the celebration of life. they're staying with uncle h and his wife and were going to carpool with them. however, aunt y and uncle e had to stay at the house because aunt y had a very bad fainting spell that morning. apparently she's having some health issues (she's 82 years old; it happens) and faints are one of them. however, it gets even worse you guys! she's also having signs of alzheimer's (specifically the memory issue) and she's taking experimental meds for that.

so, grandpa had alzheimer's / dementia / parkinson's and died with it (and i'm sure that contributed to the malnourishment, among other stuff). his older sister is showing signs of it from what great uncle e was telling my uncle. btw, apparently their dad had it too, and he died when he was 85 years old. aunt y is currently 82 years old...so great! not really feeling it you guys.

but christ, it gets worst.

apparently, some of the older relatives have asked my uncle and his wife if we know where some of their mom's things (my great grandma) and other family stuff is at. now, we knew where some things were at from the last time we went to That Place, but who fucking knows. i hope that bitch still has it but she needs to give the family their stuff back. i doubt she will---i really hope she didn't trash it, but if she didn't give the things my dad asked for (which was a bench and small metal toolbox he made for his dad when he went to school)....well, i hope she will give the older relatives that stuff. THAT SHIT IS NOT HERS AND IT BETTER FUCKING NOT GO TO HER DUMBASS FAMILY ONCE SHE CROAKS.

put this bitch in a fucking saw trap PLEASE.

tldr

i took bereavement leave this past week and spent time with family

i found out that one of my great aunts has a poor bill of health and is showing signs of alzheimer's, which is something her brother, their father, and their sister-in-law had. um. that's not good at all haha!

found out the bitch still has family heirlooms that she needs to return to grandpa's siblings. she probably won't do it because she's a fucking cunt.

i'm still torn up over grandpa and will probably never heal even after that cunt dies. like, of course you never get over a death but my family has been robbed of a proper, peaceful bereavement because grandpa married a narcissist.

#mads makes a text post #bereavement #i talk about a lot of stuff but i put a TLDR at the end of the post #i'm upset lol

[se-07spaceoreos]

Love;d

Summary:

Everyone knows that words tell stories. This story unfortunately only needs one.

Warnings: Death, Angst, divorce

Word Count : 1465

(This is not written in your POV)

I heard my professors faint voice echo down the hall, I was late. Again. But when am I not?

“Okay class, for today’s philosophy class we will be talking about interpretation, how though one thing may be the same. Others interpret it differently, and example of this is -“

“Oh Alisa. You’re late, as always”.

Sitting down I left out a mumbled “Yep” slouching I got comfy in my usual spot, 2 seats back from the blonde, 4 seats to the right from the brunette, and 5 seats left from the jock, with the seats behind me empty. Perfect.

Mr.Brimstone chuffed, his eyes flashed with mild annoyance and his mouth lifting with false amusement. Clearing his throat he asked me a question, I’m assuming to oppose my “defiance”. “ Well, Alisa. Since you’re so enthusiastic about being here how about you answer the question on the board.”

It’s a viewgraph. Smart-ass.

Feeling the gaze of my peers, I started to tap the back of my right heel on the floor, taking in what the viewgraph said.

One word with many meanings.

Without a second thought one word left my mouth. “Loved”.

Mr.Brimstone looked surprised that I answered so quickly. Raising my eyebrows I cocked my head, waiting for him to ask me yet another question.

“Well, why is that?”

Why is, that?

Love;d

Love;d. All the word means was that one was once loved. It’s a sad word really, only those with false hope and the ones comforting will say that this word is a good thing.

Because if your present harbors the word loved. Than your past has had the word love in it.

You should be happy that you experienced the feeling in general, right? That that love turned loved and although it may not mean the same thing, you still at one point in time had it.

So how can a word with one meaning, have so many stories?

“I just think that word can mean different things”.

“Like what, exactly?”

2005

I had my first real friend, he was brown and white mixed with a little black. We got him from the pound. Mama was reluctant to get me the animal as she thought it was too much work, but both my parents decided that I was old enough at five! We got him on my birthday!

His name was Gubs, he was a relatively small dog, and he was a little old too. But he kept up with me whenever we played, both my parents sitting in lawn chairs hearing me scream through my giggles “I love you! I love you gubs!” whenever he caught me in our game of chase (I let him catch me).

But one day, Gubs couldn’t get up anymore, and my parents said he had to go away.

“Like for instance. A pet”

“A pet?”

One of my peers snickered, the back of my heel starting hitting the floor harder.

“Yes, a pet”

I kissed him on the forehead, and he left a sloppy kiss on my cheek. “I love you Gubs”

“For example, you wouldn’t love a pet the same you love a relative”

That was the last day I saw Gubs. I cried hard, my parents never got me a pet after that.

“Well, what else can the word be used for?”

“A relative.”

2010

I was at a funeral, my grandpa’s funeral. Clutching a fish lure in my pocket harder I pricked myself on one of the hooks.

10 year old me started to bleed, crying harder from the pain or from the reminder of our promise to go fishing next week I set the lure next to him. It was an open coffin, and as much as my parents opposed I wanted to see him one last time.

Having a moment to myself, I whispered “I love you grandpa” .

Words that I thought I cherished saying suddenly clogging my throat, making it harder to breath, harder to speak.

I had to be pulled away after that.

“You can love differently, so this word and it’s meaning are up to interpretation, is it not? Mr.BrimStone?”

“I suppose you can, but that is only two meanings. I stated I want many”

My heel stopped hitting the floor at the request, now instead of my heel hitting the floor I heard my heart tump.

“I don’t know, maybe a partner?”

“A partner ?”

“Yes, a partner”

2012

After the attack on New York. My mother, Natasha Romanoff, was in a conflict with my other parent.

Trying to distract myself I put my head phones on, but even with the sound of conflict gone the feeling could not escape my chest, and even with the world made quiet, thoughts were festering in my head.

And they we’re right to fester, because my parents got divorced after that.

“Would you like to give the class an example?”

“No.”

“Why did you divorce?”

Mothers arms got stiff in the wheel, I could tell she was trying to find the best answer to this question, but is the best answer always right?

“We thought it was best. For safety.”

“They why are you crying?”

Taking a deep breath, with her more eyes red than her usual green. She choked out.

“Just happy to have been loved”

“If you aren’t married than what are you now?”

She looked at me through the review mirror,

“Partners”

“Partners? Can I be a partner too?”

“Yes, love. You can”

“We can be the three musketeers!”

She laughed a little at that,

“Yeah, the three musketeers”

Happy to have been loved. That’s what she said. Like my parents weren’t still in love. Like their time had already passed.

But with the lingering looks they would give one another at birthday parties, student-parent club meetings. You could tell that was a lie. If I know that was a lie why does their story make me cry.

“Well if you’re not willing to elaborate how about one more example.”

Staring at the floor with the carpet starting to blur I answered.

“A parental figure”.

“A parental figure?”

“Yes, in short term. A parent”

2023

Staring blankly at the stone I watched my parent weep. Weep like I wasn’t there, weep like they never parted paths and told one another to take care whenever they left, only to be reunited, only reunited when I was there.

Kneeling with them for comfort, I heard wet murmurs, “I love you, I love you, I love you”

Words that were weeped with so much passion, one couldn’t tell if the love was new or old, past or present.

To them I’m supposed to be 18, but the snap took them away. I was left with one parent, Natasha Romanoff, and for 5 years I heard her weep and mur mur the same thing.

The person she was weeping to now weeping for her at their knees.

Love being the only concept for them because love;d meant they faced defeat.

“Come on, I think it’s time we go home”

I guess they could live at a distance but not without one another, because soon after, I was attending their funeral as well.

With the only sound in the room being my heels hitting the floor, I stood “If that’s all you wanted Mr.BrimStone, I believe I accomplished the task for today. Have a good evening.”

Quickly making my way towards the door, Mr.BrimStone cleared his throat once more, following me out and whispering, like it would help lighten my mood. Like the others couldn’t tell we were conversing in secret.

“You know I truly am sorry for your loss, Miss. Y/L/N. But with professor Y/N Y/L/N being your parent it would raise suspicion on how you keep getting away with these things. You’ve already missed two weeks of school. I can’t keep pushing dates because you can’t meet them.”

With his figure becoming blurry I managed to get out an “I understand, thank you for your patience.”

Driving I found myself at a place that brought comfort and pain, happiness and horror. I found myself at their graves.

Maybe my therapist is right, maybe I should recognize that they are in the past, that I can love them without holding myself back from the world, that I can love without being scared.

That I had love for them once, but I loved the memory of them now. I hated saying that word out loud, loved. It sounded like I didn’t love them anymore. But saying you love them in a conversation sounds like they’re still here, it sounds like I’m holding on, and maybe I am.

Love;d who knew a letter could hurt so much.

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[simmonsized]

Mmmm, okay I’ve decided to bug you again. This time it’s for your Bro Strider hcs, it can be as random as you want them to be. Shoot ‘em at me bro!

(Side comment: Mom lalonde’s lack of cooking skills in TRaG kills me every time. I love her <333)

haha you're not bugging me! it's been really fun! this time I will not go on a crazy in-depth rant, because my actual deep dive on Bro Strider's personality, past, and like, general state of being would be embarrassingly long and i refuse to face the mortifying ordeal of being known THAT well like u know, half a million words of nonsense already out there and what have u

BUT i can give u some sillies and they are just. RnG specific, for fun also! (fun for me lol) For canon Bro it's a little too hard bc like.... lmfao the man has no speaking lines, so i'm extrapolating from a 2-D sprite of a version of a guy raised by a demon puppet. Whatever that says about me.

Bro (and D) are both missing a molar on the upper right side, towards the back

Bro got his truck when he was 22, before that, he would carry Dave around on the bus lol

He (like Dirk) doesn't like the crusts on his pizza, but started eating them as the parent of a picky toddler, and I guess never broke that habit, he is a parent down at the center of himself, even if he wouldn't admit it

I headcanon all the Striders as having pretty severe ADHD, just well. Because lol

He has a bunch of the same shirts and shoes because they're "efficient" not because he particularly liked any of them, and I don't think he could be considered particularly fashionable, even if popped collars were, indeed, a thing in 2009

He gets freckles in the sun, which I think he usually manages to avoid with his silly little hat

He's left handed but that's not really a headcanon so much as canon bc hussie is left handed and tends to draw all of them holding swords in their left unless the sprite is flipped haha!

Big Ol' Crush on Jake Harley when he was a kid. Compounded with time and bitterness made for a pretty fraught relationship lol

Bro (obviously) loved Jim Henson as a kid

Hand in hand with that, he's super good at voice impressions, to the point where it's more uncanny and haunting than just like, a little silly

He worked under the table at a car garage after moving into the apartment by himself, and yeah! c:

He was a little ?????? in between 18 and 20, so he started going to college, but dropped out because Dave showed up

Also I headcanon that the kids dropped on Mom and Bro's 20th birthday, due in part to my (regretful) knowledge of the Skaianet files which I don't know if anyone remembers that but like, it mentions grandpa harley picking mom and bro up in 1975

I also have a formula for figuring out the alpha guardians age which is insane but i'm right about it

Bro used to DJ (i mean he has mixing equipment but we all know the smuppets are where the money is at) but Dave was getting too old to leave alone in the car (yes he fucking left his baby in the car don't tell me he wouldn't i know him) so he had to stop

He broke his arm when he was 12 (he fell down the stairs lol)

Bro is afraid of airplanes because he doesn't like being out of control, there's nothing to do, and there are no feasible exits from said plane

He didn't start smoking until he got Dave (unrelated to Cal, but I do think that Cal's influence grew and built over time, and possibly was even more extreme because of Dave's presence, so who knows where he'd be without it)

also neither he nor Mom really know how to cook, Bro a little more than Mom because she spent most of her time drinking and pretending to be a parent without putting the work in and Bro has been on his own basically since teenhood

He and Dave have been to Disneyworld (they got kicked out)

He was really into phreaking payphones as a teenager (lookin at u geometrician)

His first Halloween costume was Sam the Eagle

:)

#just some silly things i guess #lets lighten the fucking mood in here altho i guess NOT COMPLETELY #warning bro strider etc #haha

[bellybiologist]

March 2023 Patreon Announcements!

Apologies for the lateness! February's shortness always gets me every time. 😩 And then a lot of things are happening in march cuz like 5 people decided to be born in march X years ago and i have to attend all those situations! First, the normal announcements!

February's last fill will be up in the next couple days! That's first on my to-do list, and as always, those who unpledged last month are free to contact me and confirm patronage, and i can send them the fill through w/e means they provide! March's Theme is Party! I will go a bit more in depth on this in the poll post, which will be up shortly. November 2022's Fills will be going into the Access to the Past Tiers! March 2021's fills will be going up on my pixiv and social medias! As per usual, I'll bulk upload everything onto my drive and pixiv, and spread them out individually over the course of the week on twitter/tumblr. Okay! I didn't get much of anything done in february, both due to aforementioned shortness, and medical stuff that has had me stressed out and busy. (Something something Bowel inflammation and bleeding. further proof my gastrointestinal tract is trying to end my bloodline). I havent had much time to do neither personal stuff (like the OC thing i wanted to do for black history month), nor work on commissions i've accepted in early february, though i'm hoping to have time to peck away at them this week because...!! My grandpa invited me on a 1 week cruise for his birthday (which he paid for cuz there's no way i can afford it, haha). I'm excited cuz i rarely get to do anything and the last time i did something fun was when i got stuck in montana last year. ;D Hoping for unwinding and some time to get some things done. If not drawn work, I will devote some time to updating my google drive. Anyway! Thanks as always for everyone's support and patience!

#patreon announcement

[ebiemidnightlibrarian]

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to get to know better.

Tagged By: @chronic-ghost my beloved, you are AMAZING!

Name: Eloah :3

Star Sign: Aries (no, I'm not the rl incarnation of 'anger' from Inside Out lol)

Height: last time I checked I was 5'6", so yeah, Father Paul would easily pin me to a wall.

Time: 22:01 pm

Birthday: March 24th

Favorite Bands/Favorite Solo Artists: Humm what a hard task, it changes sometimes, but I'll keep my all-time favourites; David Bowie, Bauhaus, The Smiths, Joy Divison, She Wants Revenge, Queen, Billie Holiday, Nina Simone, Edith Piáf, Al Bowly, Vera Lynn, Chico Buarque, Elis Regina, Cauby Peixoto, IAMX, Florence + The Machine, Aurora, Queens of the Stone Age, Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds, The Weekend, The Lumineers, Cage The Elephant and Coldplay. (yeah, my music taste it's quite unusual, but like the olds would say; Call wine, wine.)

Last Movie: Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness — Sam Raimi gave me a full meal of fun, horror, drama and dark humour.

Last Show: AHS: Hotel — revisiting one of my favourites gothic atmosphere and Lady Gaga was *chef's kiss* as the Countess. The soundtrack for that season is also fucking incredible.

When did I create this blog: Ahn, I'm sure of the year, but not of the exact date. It was around January 2017.

What I post: Mostly, moodboards and aesthetics, dark academia and gothic academia; LOTS of fandom stuff and since May of the last year I'm posting fanfiction for a couple of people. Writing keep me sane… well, mostly sane, lol.

Last thing I googled: the word "hermenêutica".

It's a feminine noun (in portuguese we have genre to words). It means science, technique whose object is the interpretation of religious or philosophical texts, especially the Holy Scriptures.

Lmao, this was a bit didactic, sorry.

Other Blogs: None, just this lil one =D

Do I Get Asks?: I DO!! Please, I get so excited when I receive one, it's like Christmas morning!

Why I chose my url: it used to be a quote from the 1976 film 'The Man Who Fell to Earth' — everything begins in eternity —, one of my favourites for a very long time. But I started to think the url was too long, so I decided to change to 'ebiemidnightlibrarian' — ebie because it's the first letter of each word from the quotation above;(and also my nickname here bc my real name sounds odd in english, lol); midnight bc Midnight Mass fucking changed my life as a huge cathartic experience, and librarian bc it's my profession lmao.

Following: 459

Followers: 220 

Average hours of sleep: 3-7 hours, usually, but on my day off maybe 12 straight hours. None of them are healthy, but I'm working to fix this.

Instruments: Ohh, if I had the money to pay for the classes, I would TOTALLY play the piano. (However, I love cello too.)

What am I wearing: a terribly old nightdress that used to be pink, sandals, my granny's old jumper and a pair of workout pants from high school, it's really cosy.

Dream job(s): own a small bookshop with a small café and whole lots of first editions, where my manager it's a cute English grandpa (very specific, but I always wondered how it would be to live in England); a research colleague of a really hot literature professor (stealing this one from taylor, bc with some luck this one will become true within the next five years, lol); a guide from an old history museum.

Favourite Food: TEA, LOTS AND LOTS OF TEA! If I can make tea of it, it's great to me. Summer rolls humm I LOOOVE summer rolls; lasagna from almost any type, and specifically my grandmother's wedding cake (she was a full hand baker, once you ate her cakes every other becomes instantly shit.)

Nationality: Brazilian (things are pretty shitty around here, but, hey, it's election year, there's still hope!)

Favorite Song(s): Holy moly, okay, these are all-time favourites from whom I never get sick of:

slow burn — david bowie

tempo perdido — legião urbana (en.: lost time - urban legion, i highly recommend)

blueberry hill — louis armstrong

marian — sisters of mercy

cool cat — queen

stardust — iamx

villains of the circumstance — queens of the stone age

Currently playing on repeat:

janitor of lunacy (demo) — nico

mary on a cross — ghost

heaven is here — florence + the machine

blood in the wine — aurora

young american — the vaccines

animal impulses — iamx

big bad wolf — in this moment

Last book I read: I have just finished reading A Roda de Deus (The Wheel of God) and O Criador da Morte (The Creator of Death). They're the two parts of O Evangelho do Exorcista (The Gospel of the Exorcist), both written by Leonel Caldela.

Those books are an expansion of a Call of Cthulhu RPG tabletop, inspired by various historical events that took place in Europe over the millennials. The first part follows a novice and a priest in 1989 divided Germany who are hunting the minions of the Messenger God of Cthulhu, Nyerlathotep. The second part follows the only surviving character from the original role-play table, he's living the WWII and ALSO another war, one for our souls! Following him gave me a lot of nostalgia, and have great easter eggs for anyone who followed the main campaign. The two parts range from Charlemagne's empire to a dystopian future full of horrors. A terrifying adventure filled with mysteries, exorcisms and extremely immersive historical fiction. (I better stop now or this is going to get GIANT.)

Top 3 fictional universes I'd like to live in: Uhh, I never really thought about that. I would probably try my luck into the Lord of the Rings universe, Crimson Peak's or in Maleficent's, I have a weakness for dark fantasy/gothic worlds lol. Although I ADORE the aesthetic of Wes Anderson's 'The French Dispatch' and 'The Grand Budapest Hotel'. Ugh hard choices.

tagging: @i-was-ok-then-i-saw-hamish @mutt-thingy @rothko-mirror @sallyragdoll @everythingbutresolved @jakegwyllinghall @pegplunkett @littleredwritingcat @hamishlinklaters @plainlo-inthemorning @turbulent-protagonist @fatherpaulsimp @choosekindly @johntylersgirl @girlwiththenegantattoo @raraenocteses @sleepswithvillains @aherdofbees @p-e-r-s-e-p-h-o-n-e @babelincolns @upstartgeek @supplanther @to-taste-your-beating-heart @the-redheaded-league @agirlinherhead @meownsignor @ashton-slashton @apbajs @mysoftboybensolo @mybisexualheartbeatsforzemo @norabrice1701 @jyngerpeach @johnspruitt @lovepollution

(definitely not 30 ppl here, but think if you saw this consider yourself tagged :)

(fun fact, I almost accidentally tagged neil gaiman on this, lol)

#tagged #tag game #thanks for the tag #nice people ♥ #ebie talks #this was really fun thank you sm for the tag hope you feel you know me better now :D

[buggie-hagen]

@comparative, you asked me to do the same questions I asked of you. I have the time. Here you go.

Post in question: https://comparative-irrelevance.tumblr.com/post/698194184490844160/questions-i-think-would-be-fun-to-be-asked 

1. what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

a.) my family of origin. the alcoholism mixed with rage in it. the divorce. the large family. my grandmother Olive and how I idealized her to shape my own ideals. b.) My encounter with the Word. The faith I have because of it. the sub contrario, that God's promise to me in Christ is true no matter what I can see with my own eyes and experiences. c.) being gay. not straight. that I don't want to be alone the rest of my life, but want to hold and be held by a man.

3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

This is hard because I don't really remember all the movies I've seen nor are movies a huge part of my life. a.) The Perks of Being a Wallflower. b.) Love, Simon c.) Ordinary People (1980)

9. tell a story about your childhood

I remember I must have been in late elementary school or in early middle school. My mom, my brother, and I would frequently be charged with the task of picking up the numerous walnuts in the very large yard of my grandma Olive and grandpa Red. One of those times we brought our basset hound Arnold. And a game we would play would be to hide behind one of the huge oak trees to see if Arnold could find where we are with his nose.

13. what are you doing right now?

I'm at the shop that is part bike shop, part coffee shop. Going to get some reading done. Mondays are my day off. I slept most of the day until now. I ordered a flat white. I had to teach the guy with a simple google search what a flat white is. He was out of my normal oat milk, so I got it with coconut milk. I got this drink in honor of a certain someone.

14. what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?

For some reason, skydiving. I wanted to do it for my golden birthday but ended up not doing that bc of scared.

16. if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

I agree with you. I'd get rid of the mental illness. also, my body.

17. name 3 things that make you happy

a. A certain Mexican. b. my friends. c. the sun. d. birds

24. what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

My ordination as a Lutheran pastor. It's the one thing that was very difficult that I was able accomplish in my life. It also gives me a lot of meaning.

26. fave colour and why?

typically blue. especially ocean blue. i attach a lot of good feelings to it. don't know what else to say.

31. are you messy or organised?

I also am a messy person. I wish I wasn't. But it is stressful both to be messy and to be organized, so here I am. my office is quite a bit more organized than my apartment.

33. any hobbies?

Teaching myself the piano in the last half year has been my newest hobby. I'm surprised at the progress I made. I try to walk. I watch a lot of anime. I do a lot of scrolling through social media.

38. fave song at the moment?

Lately, the song I have on repeat is "Dawning of Spring" by Anson Seabra.

[tipsycad147]

Our Ancestors’ Gods & Goddesses: Why & How To Work With Them

posted by : kitty fields

When beginners come to the path, the first thing they want to know is how to choose a god and/or goddess. This isn’t necessarily the first thing you have to know, but it can definitely help begin your spiritual journey. Often, the experienced pagans will tell the newbies to go with whatever god or goddess calls to them – whatever deity they feel the biggest connection to. While choosing a deity that you feel drawn to is perfectly fine, as you move forward on your spiritual path, look into your ancestors’ gods and goddesses. We will explore the reasons why it is beneficial to work with your ancestors’ gods, as well as discuss how to begin this enlightening process.

How to Choose An Ancestral God and Goddess

Choosing an ancestral god or goddess isn’t as difficult as it may sound, though it will require time and effort.

First, get to know your ancestors.

You won’t know how to choose an ancestral god or goddess if you don’t know your ancestors. Typically the excuses for pagans not working with their ancestors include: “I don’t know anything about my family”, “I’m adopted”, or “my family doesn’t talk to me”. These seem like valid excuses not to speak to our ancestors, don’t they? Wrong. If you don’t know anything about your family, start by speaking with the eldest person in your family and ask them questions. You’d be surprised what that person might know – even if it’s just a random story about an ancestor who died in the 1960’s. Even if it’s a rumor or family legend about where your ancestors originated. Whatever that person tells you, write it down.

DNA tests can help.

Secondly, for those who are adopted, get your DNA tested. There are dozens of companies testing DNA now including Ancestry and MyHeritage and 23andMe. They sometimes have discounted rates around the holidays, so keep an eye on the prices if you are on a limited budget. Or ask for it as a present for your next birthday or Christmas.

WARNING: if you are adopted (or even if you’re not), DNA tests sometimes reveal things in the family that you and your family might not be ready to handle. For example – grandpa might have lived a double-life back in the 60’s and has 2 kids the entire family never knew about. Sounds crazy, but it happens. You’ve been warned.

DNA Results and Google Searches

Next, Work With Your Ancestors

What does this mean to “work” with your ancestors? Cultures all around the world believe and participate in ancestor worship. It is calling on your ancestors and honoring your ancestors in your spiritual practice. You can set up an altar or a corner of a room and dedicate to your ancestors. Hang pictures of them on your walls. Give offerings to them based on what they might’ve liked while they were alive (anything from food to incense to flowers). Talk to them.

Find out what gods and goddesses they might have worshiped.

Now this might not apply to recent ancestors, as much of the world has been converted to abrahamic religions such as Christianity and Islam. But you can go back in time and research the pagan gods of your ancient ancestors. Keep in mind when you discover the potential gods of your ancient ancestors, there will be guesswork and intuition that comes into play. At some point, the world was in a tribal state of community. And each tribe sometimes had their own god and goddess which was different from the next tribe’s god or goddess. Depending on the time period and region, you might find a god or goddess that was widely venerated which can be the deity you choose to work with. Or the deity might choose you.

Searching for my Mother Goddess.

For example, I researched extensively the gods and goddesses of Southern Germany, Switzerland, and Northern France. My DNA is from this region and much of my ancestors are from these areas according to my research. I had a difficult time finding information on deities, as much of the information has been lost or watered down. After digging into the history, folklore, and fairy tales from that region I found my Mother Goddess. Or perhaps she found me. There were too many signs to deny her.

Learn how to work with the old gods in our new practical guide here:

Why Are Our Ancestors’ Gods Important or Beneficial?

Working with our ancestors’ gods is not only important, it is beneficial to your spirituality and life. Your ancestors’ blood runs through your veins. Your ancestors’ DNA combines and makes up your DNA. Not only do their physical traits transfer over to you, but their memories pass on to you, as well. No, you might not remember your ancestors’ lives, but it is an inherent part of your four bodies – physical, mental, emotional, and ethereal. There’s a literal blood link between you and your ancestors, which means that their gods are passed down to you through your DNA.

Awakening DNA Memory

Awaken your DNA memory by working with your ancestors. Research their origins – location, culture, religion, history, etc. Once you do this, you might discover you have awakened ancestral memory and an ancestral god or goddess easily comes through to you. Think about this. You initially choose the goddess Sekhmet, an Egyptian lion-goddess of war, revenge, and ferocity; however, you have no Egyptian DNA or ancestors. Another person of Egyptian blood seeks to work with Sekhmet on a spiritual level. Who do you think will benefit more from this relationship? Sekhmet will see the direct correlation with the individual whose ancestors once venerated her in Ancient Egypt and gravitate towards that person. It’s NOT racist. It just makes sense.

Obscure Gods & Goddesses: They’re waiting for you!

This isn’t to say this goddess would deny a person of non-Egyptian descent, it’s just pointing out the benefits of one who may be of Egyptian descent. Another benefit of choosing one of your ancestors’ gods is sometimes obscure gods and goddesses who haven’t been recognized in hundreds or thousands of years might be more willing to help you since you are one of few who actually address them. They might have been forgotten in the annals of time, and UP pops little ol’ you! You’ve built an altar for this obscure god, researched your ancestors’ beliefs, and now you’re trying to honor this god in your own way and bring your ancestors’ memory alive. How excited and willing to help would you be if your family forgot about you for hundreds of years than suddenly some kid decides to honor and talk to you out of nowhere? You can see the benefits of this relationship with obscure ancestral gods and goddesses. There’s a lot more out there than you could ever imagine. And they’re waiting for SOMEONE…ANYONE to remember them.

Arguments Against Working With Ancestral Gods

Some arguments against working with ancestral deities involve the person’s heritage. I made it seem simple above when discussing how to start working with one’s ancestors, but sometimes it’s difficult to decide which ancestors to focus on. Why is this? Because the majority of people on this planet have heritage from many different places and cultures. So how do you decide which flock of ancestors to work with? If you can’t figure this out, you won’t be able to choose an ancestral god or goddess. The choice is up to you whether you focus on the majority of your ancestors and their ancient beliefs or try to include a god or goddess from differing ancestors’ cultures and regions. Yes, it could get sticky, but you will figure it out eventually. And your ancestors will be there to guide you.

Is it racist to be proud of your heritage?

To some this is a deeply controversial topic, working with ancestral gods and goddesses, as it seems to denote the label of “racist” to those who don’t understand the deeper purpose. Why is it racist to honor your heritage by working with your ancestors and their ancient beliefs and history? No matter what your heritage is, it shouldn’t be considered racist to honor your ancient origins – be it indigenous African, indigenous American, Aboriginal, Celtic, Roman, Greek, Indian, etc. Be proud of who you are and be accepting of others who are also proud of who they are. And know that NO ONE in this world is of pure heritage (as some claim), unless their people have lived on an island or place completely separated from the known world. That being said, there are indeed racist pagan groups who use this knowledge for their own hateful agendas. Be wary of anyone who tells you to be proud of who you are but degrades others who are different.

Past Lives bring through Deities

Another argument against choosing an ancestral god or goddess is that many people believe they are drawn to a deity because of a past life. Perhaps you feel you had a past life in Egypt and are drawn to the Egyptian deities. This could be true; however, don’t completely ignore the fact that your ancestors’ gods might be calling to you. Another possibility is that you had Egyptian ancestors that you might not know about. These are all things to consider. It might also be a possibility that we lived our own ancestors’ lives in the past.

In the end, it’s totally up to you!

It’s completely up to you what god and goddess you choose, as paganism is a liberating and personalized path to growth and connection with the divine. If you feel connected to your ancestors or a call from your ancestors, try incorporating your ancestors’ gods and goddesses into your practice. If you feel no connection but feel pulled towards another culture’s deities and practices, continue with this path but be careful to be respectful of another culture’s precious ancient beliefs as they are fragile in a world that’s been dominated by the Abrahamic religions for the past fifteen-hundred years or more.

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Hey there! Just wanted to let you know that I love your slasher dialogues!! They have me rolling :‘D

Hey! Sorry I took so long! Literally 7 fucking months but thank you so so much! This means the absolute WORLD to me!! 🥹

Short summary: School and mental health fucked me over, had plans all summer, turned 18 so now I can do NSFW 😉, tumblr updated and logged me out, forgot what my account was, made a new account 👉 @weirdwizardofoz 👈 because I lost this one. Got a new phone and forgot THAT account and started making a new one before suddenly remembering it. Made a few posts there, suddenly remembered my old account gmail, reset password, and here I am bitches!

Taking this ask as an opportunity to rant about why I was gone so long and what has happened during the MONTHS I was gone!

TW: Injury, mental health issues, therapists and counselors mentioned, depression, anxiety, car accident, E.D., parental issues and parental d3@th

Not interested? Don’t read! 😀

Ok, so, I hadn’t opened Tumblr for a while because I got SUPER depressed and my anxiety had just gotten worse and worse. Plus I had to start buckling down at school and trying to raise my grades so I could actually graduate on time while also having cheer which my mom made me quit after a while.

I graduated on time and I got a job that I started in June, and quit October 3rd. On my 18th birthday (July 13th) I passed my drivers test (3rd times a charm…) and I got my license and a car. I got a septum piercing and a belly button piercing now!!! Mom bought a new house so we didn’t have to rent anymore and we moved in and her girlfriend/fiancée and most of her animals moved in with us. Mom changed her work schedule from midnights to day shift.

Due to us moving and the shift change I am responsible for driving my 7 year old brother to school and home every day. I take him to his dads about 45 minutes away from here, I take him to his doctors and therapists appointments. I got a counselor to help me with my mental health. I gained an eating disorder and went from my normal 137 lbs to my lowest being 110.

The car my mom gave me, a Red 2012 Ford Escape, the hood popped open randomly while I was going 70 down 65 and I couldn’t see. A while after, it slightly caught fire at the end of the driveway and the car filled with smoke and I could’ve died from that.

I got a new car, a black 2019 Chevy Trax, I love her.

I can’t get a job or go to college because I’m in charge of taking care of my brother… so that’s fun…

My nana recently told me my mom has used most of not all of the money I was getting from my dads passing two minutes before my 13th birthday so mom owes me about/over $90,000, plus $500 of the $1,000 check my grandpa gave me for graduation that mom had to split in half and only gave me the first half, plus $40 for doing something physical for her knowing I have asthma and my shoulder is fucked up, plus a bunch of money for taking care of HER son. Yet I’m not saying anything about it because I live in her house in her cold ass basement and she could kick me out at any given time. But she probably wouldn’t because then who would take care of my brother? 🤔

So yeah! That’s what all went down! Lmao! 😅🥲

I’m fine and alive!

#yeah… #not dead lol

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Today is very important (it’s the tap dance club)

#tap dancing ur way to slap you #no I would but not the girls #tap dance club #anywyas it’s the fifth of may #that means it’s my grandpas birthday :D #we are all gonna dress up and usually we’d get KFC but since we have the things for tacos we are going to have tacos #I think when we visit my grandpas grave we are gonna get KFC then or somethjng #we’re heading this weekend #I don’t really like kfc but it’s the thought that counts #may is going to be a good month gang becuase may fourth #but all the deez nuts jokes are concerning 😟 #ask aph angel Canada #forgot to tag that lol #oh yeah so happy birthday grandpa :D #I don’t really have anywhere else to say it sadly #so I do it in tumblr tags #smooth as always

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‧₊˚ ꒰ა♡໒꒱ dreaming about you | zhongli !

zhongli x fem reader headcanons ♡ he is my fave and i have almost 90 fates saved for his re run and over 4000 primos… zhongli come home u_u happy birthday zhongli hehe <3

warnings: none just fluff hehe

zhongli is the type of person to cook you his favourite foods and over time, some of your favourites become his favourites, too. is quite talented in the kitchen and really adores it when you eat whatever he offers you— he has a doting little smile on his face as he runs his thumb across your hand as you eat（*´▽｀*）

kisses the palm of your hand all the time <3 and holds it up to his chest or in both of his (YELLING. SIR..)

puts a subtle hand on your back when you two are in public, and is the kind of person to put his hand on the small of your back as he passes you to reach something above you, like the cupboard holding the drinking glasses <3

reads to you at night and doesn’t notice you’ve fallen asleep until your soft breaths are the only noise in the bedroom and he just goes : “oh. sleep well, my darling.” and kisses the very top of your ear… (fiadh starts yelling)

ALWAYS calls you my [petname] like: my love, my darling, my angel <3 he is a little possessive but when he puts ‘my’ in-front of terms of endearment it helps calm him down a little !!

likes falling asleep facing you <3 is also seriously funny without meaning it and half the time it’s you laughing your head off and he’s looking at you like: -__- man is seriously done with u .. it’s okay cause he loves you the most it’s true

is clueless when confessing and he would not make the first move so you’re gonna have to do it <3 you would do something like drawing circles around characters in liyuean books until it spelt “zhongli, i like you,” and the man is like : “oh i like you too you’re a great friend ^__^” he is pulling your leg … he thinks he’s funny. I WILL RIP MY HAIR OUT ZHONGLI DO NOT TEST ME.

looks good in every photo and thinks it’s hilarious when you get mad. takes more photos just to piss you off and then pulls the “darling you look beautiful every day, the beauty of the mountains and fresh springs could never compare to you.” like ok sir so you’re pulling out the flattery card now? we all see u. -_-

when you return home late he squishes your cheeks like grandmothers do and goes “tardiness is a very bad habit, [y/n].” with the most intimidating look he can muster … before you both start giggling

critics random books with you and his complaints just make no sense. if he doesn’t like a certain sentence in the book the man will flat out REFUSE to read it … unless you read it to him. he thinks because he’s 6002 years old he can be sly but you see through all his tricks ♡✧( ु•⌄• )

whispers into your ear at night simply cause he knows how much you like it. will sing to you as well at night time <3 gifts you small trinkets from time to time, like small pins of cats or a little bracelet or a bunch of flowers he bought because the colour reminded him of a traditional liyuean dress you have <3

forgets his birthday. you lit his cake on fire one year because you put 100 candles on it and started laughing because he’s a “grandpa” .. he was not impressed and stared you down for twenty seconds before laughing T__T

holds you close to his chest at night, where your cheek is against his chest and your breathing warms your face up <3 kisses the top of your forehead and will refuse to sleep until you fall asleep … though he’s a NIGHTMARE to walk up … he sleeps like a rock (hahahahaha get it)

kisses you on the edge of your ear and smiles when you pout and go “zhongli!! kiss me properly ):<“

you bring him random stones as gifts and you’re like “tell me it’s history !! :D” and he’s like: “darling [y/n] this is a stone from behind the funeral parlour.” BUZZKILL. ⋋_⋌!!!

brews you tea … ooooooh (｡・‧̫・｡).*＊♡ all the ladies in liyue harbour gush over how he is such husband material and a keeper … now do they know that he tried to put on a shirt once and forgot to take the hanger off and gave himself a black eye in the process. no they don’t. and everytime you open you mouth to re tell the tale you have the geo archon nervously sweating.

if he boasts about being husband material just tell him seafood is for dinner tonight. that will shut him up very quickly (¬_¬)ﾉ

I AM A FIRM BELIEVER THAT when zhongli finds a lover he is the kind to just laugh a lot . he becomes a real big softie and gives you kisses on the cheek but teases you constantly. all the time. you never catch a break. no seriously just bring up seafood and it will shut him up i’m begging you.

you buy him grandpa birthday cards every year .. he keeps them all in a box hidden in his closet he is the biggest sap to exist <3 keeps anything you give him in the box he is in ~~~looooove~~~

when you wake up he always goes “did you dream about me, darling?” and you just go: no i didn’t. it was a nice dream. and he’s like: … WHAT TAKE THAT BACK man will be close to tears just give him a kiss that’s what he wants

he isn’t someone who voices his affections often, but one look at how he looks at you like you’re the most interesting and angelic person in all of teyvat speaks volumes that a certain three words wouldn’t be able to convey <3

#zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader