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frenziedslashers · 2 years

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I read the things about them with an s/o who wants kids and had a... possibly horribly mean thought for our Sinclairs

their reaction to their s/o giving birth to conjoined twins

...I'll see myself out

This has been on my mind all day man 😭😭 I'm happy I got it, but also devistatingly sad thinking about their reactions

Sinclair brothers reacting to AFAB!S/O giving birth to conjoined twins:

Vincent Sinclair:

He was already worried when you went into labor, going into a full panic.

He would be the one that would have to deliver the baby(ies) too, knowing that neither of his brothers would be up to it, but he doesn't mind. He's honored, really

He's doing his best to comfort you while Lester and Bo run around trying to get stuff ready and gather supplies for Vincent

His hand is on your thigh, giving you light and tender squeezes while giving you the softest and most warmest smile as he looks up to you

He seems so calm and ready while he waits to give you orders to start pushing, but really- everything that could go wrong is racing through his mind.

What if you die? Or the babies dead? What if it gets stuck? Or the umbilical cord is around its neck?

He's so scared that somethings' going to go wrong, but when your smile fades and you let out a scream he taps your thigh three times to indicate you start pushing

He's doing his best to keep himself together

He may be scared but he's also smiling, so damn wide. He's so excited, and thankful to be able to bring life into this world with you.

But then her sees it. His whole body going numb, smile fading from his face with a look of sheer panic when the babies come out. Two cries filling the room... Just they're conjoined.

You're in too much pain and shock from the experience to notice the distraught look on his face, but his brothers notice it.

Their happy demeanors and praises fading when vincent isn't standing to hand the baby to you.

"What's a'matter, Vince?" Lester asks, and your eyes flutter open. Looking down to Vincent who was still kneeled between your legs. Staring down at the babies in his hands that were crying and squirming.

When he finally moves and stands with them from the floor in front of the bed. His brothers breathing stop.

"Vincent," Lester tries to comfort his brother who's stepping over to you now. Your eyes staring at the kids that were joined at the head.

Bo couldn't take it, he left. He was so mad at the world for doing this to his brother. Was God even real at this point? Was his family just cursed?

Vincent was silently crying while the two of you tried to think of ideas. The closest hospital was hours away, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to go anyways. He was a killer, under the radar, and the likelihood of the kids surviving was slim.

If he does end up convincing bo to take the babies to a hospital with you, and the babies live, he'd be so thrilled. He'd be crying out of pure bliss.

He'd do everything in his power to keep them safe and would love them both as equally as he could

But if they don't live? He'd be so heartbroken

He'd hold you close, and apologize over an over, blaming himself for what occured. It was his genes that caused it, anyways.

When he isn't blaming himself, he's still near you. Holding you or just being in your presence. Making sure that you're okay and that nothing bad happens to you.

He's likely to not want to try for kids anymore, and it's either going to take a lot of convincing or an accident for you to wind up pregnant again

It's not that he doesn't want a kid now, just he doesn't know what he'd do if he caused the death of any more of your children.

Bo Sinclair:

Bo would be holding your hand with a grin on his face

Laughing out of nervousment, and then wincing when you squeeze

"Dammit," He'd curse, but reassure you you're fine if you apologize, he understands

When you finally have the babies and he can hear the crying he's looking to Vincent with this gleam in his eyes, wanting to see them right away. Especially when he hears more than one cry.

"Ya had twins? Ya'hear that? I think we got twins, Darlin'!" Bo's exclaiming. Not leaving your side, not wanting to. Until Vincent doesn't move, and he's staring at Bo with this apologetic look in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Vincent." His voice lowers, eyes narrowing in his twin

When Vincent stands with the babies, his heart stops. His adrenaline and excitement turning into guilt and regret.

His heart is in his stomach, and he feels a sob catching in his throat. Your eyes fluttering open when everything went silent, besides the crying.

"Bo," Your voice was shakey when you saw the twins. Conjoined at the head. Just like he and Vincent were.

He can't even respond, he's just staring at them. Watching as Vincent hands them both to you. Lester letting out sympathetic words, but he isn't even listening. He's in too much pain and self-hate, right now.

"This is all m'fault." He'd mumble. "This isn't ya're fault, Bo," "No, it is! N' I shoulda known!" He snapped, watching the tears swell in your eyes while his own formed in his eyes.

He swears he's never felt so much pain in his life.

He's rushing you and the babies to the hospital, though. He'd be damned if he didn't try and save them. Even if Vincent told him it was unlikely they'd survive.

If they do survive he's pulling you in for the biggest hug. Apologizing for the worry, but thanking you for blessing him with his babies.

But if they don't make it, he's a mess.

He starts out lost, staring at the wall when the doctors give the news. You letting out a sob that has him boiling with rage.

He leaves the room, Lester or Vincent taking his place in comforting you.

When he's in the hall he's punching the wall, screaming and shouting which catches the nurses and doctors attention. The other brother that isn't comforting you coming out to calm him down before he gets himself kicked out of the hospital.

He'd wind up pulling his brother in for an embrace while he continues to cry and shout, still blaming himself. His brother informing him to go and be there for you.

Which he does, pulling you in for a hug while you both cry against one another.

He wouldn't want to try for kids for a while, but he'd be easier convinced than Vincent.

He's very careful and hesitant though, praying to whatever God was up above that he didn't hurt them again.

Lester Sinclair:

Lester's holding your hand with a stupid grin. Doing his best at comforting you while you gave birth.

"Ya hear that? Ya did so good, sweet-pea," He'd coo when he'd hear the babies cry. Wiping the sweat from your forehead. Pushing some of your hair from it as well, so he could lean down to kiss you.

He'd look down to Vincent when he wasn't moving.

"The hell are ya doin' Vince? Give the two their baby," Bo'd chime in. Watching Vincent reluctantly when he saw the hesitant look in his brothers eyes. Lester laughing a bit nervously.

"What? 'Re they not human?" He'd joke, but his faint and nervous smile would drop when Vincent brought them to you both.

His heart would shatter, mind going blank when you held onto the conjoined twins.

He had thought of a few things that could have went wrong, but most of them dealt with you or the baby dying, not this.. He never even put into consideration that he could be the cause of conjoined twins.

He'd feel sick to his stomach, his tongue heavy while he reached out to touch them. Shaky hands running over the curves of their heads, that were connected.

"They got yer eyes." He'd tell you in a shaky voice, and you'd nod with a sob. A tear rolling down Lesters cheek at the noise. "Oh, sweet-pea, don't cry," He'd tell you, wiping the tears from your cheeks. Leaning in to kiss your forehead. "I'll figure this out, promise. I ain't givin' up on y'all, Vince and Bo made it! It'll all work out."

If it does work out, Lesters repeating himself with an 'I told ya so!' While embracing you in a hug. Holding the twins the moment he's able to. Spoiling the shit out of them.

But if they don't make it? He's so distraught

"I should'a known this could'a happened, m'so sorry sweet-pea, please don't cry." He'd try to reassure you through tears. Holding you in his arms while the two of you are crumpled to the floor in a pile of defeat.

It's gonna take him a while to get back to his normal self. He's gonna be just as sad as you after the death of the twins. Holding you, barely wanting to let go of you. Afraid if he does then you'll be taken from him, too.

If you do end up pregnant again he's gonna be panicky at first, but soon enjoy it again, treating you like your first pregnancy. Praying and hoping that it doesn't happen again.

#slasher x reader #house of wax #the house of wax #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair headcanons #bo Sinclair headcanons #vincent sinclair headcanons

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inthemusicandhelpless · 3 years

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one thing I love about music, taylors music specifically. is the sadness is subjective to everyone it can be devistatingly heart breaking to some, but not touch a single chord with others, or some will find a piece of themselves within the bridge, and wrap up in the lyrics and surround themselves with the comfort of being understood.

you can cry knowing if someone has felt this pain this ongoing ache, excruciating weight the evermounting pressure the wound that won’t heal. and they survived. because they are on the other end of your headphones. they are saying, they we’re there too.

I feel like these past two albums were for the people who have grown up with Taylor their entire life who don’t necessarily have their shit together, but I felt listening to them were one big secret session. for everyone. she let her guard down for these stripped back old genre nostalgia songs, and to have her do that when she was so many times put in a box and told what people wanted from her. her taking the reins, I couldn’t be more proud if I tried. and I think they are some of the most incredible songs. listening to them feels like a hug.

#taylor swift #tswift #taylorswift #swifties #taylurking #taylurks #swiftie #evermore #folklore #folklore and evermore #ts #folklore era #evermore era #debut #writing about Taylor

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xcandacex · 5 years

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I’ve been feeling deeply saddened by this lately. I am grateful for the people in my life but I also feel sad that I am no one’s number one. I am no one’s very best friend and I’m no one’s significant other. When things go wrong or when I just want someone to chat with about the day... I don’t have that person. I miss the feeling of intimately knowing someone and someone knowing me.

It is devistatingly lonely all the time. I keep having intrusive thoughts about how inconsequential I am to everyone around me. How much I feel like a background character in everyone else’s story. How if I wasn’t here it would be an inconvenience at best.

#art #ink #drawing #cartoon #lonely #depression #alone

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dyingtolivekid · 5 years

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Imagine not being overwhelmed by loneliness and sadness, can’t relate. It creeps up on me late at night when my mind is calm and turns me into a hysterical sobbing mess.

Anayalsing what is wrong with me, analysing why all my friends can have a boyfriend or girlfriend while I am so devistatingly left out of the loop. How they all have someone they can rely on whenever they need them and I’m left trying to fit into their ever busy schedule.

I’m left hating myself because something must be wrong with me for me to be 23 and never having had a serious relationship. Never has anyone wanted to make that commitment. Never has anyone wanted anything more than a quick fuck, taking the best and leaving me with nothing.

Is it my face? My stomach? My legs? My ass? What is so wrong with my appearance that seems to drive anyone away from me. I wish I knew the answer. I’ve been searching for it long enough.

I wish I knew what I could do to be enough for someone. I want to be happy. To be in love. That’s all I want.

But it’s what I’m never going to get. And I’m so painstakingly aware as my friends happily text me about their significant others; what they’re doing for anniversaries, birthdays, holidays or new year. Pushing me out of our once shared plans to make room for the new person in their life. Because now they have someone to replace me what do they need me for?

They don’t. And with each day I get more lonely and with each day I feel the sadness build until one day I won’t be able to take it anymore.

#sadness #heartbreak #lonely #loneliness #friends #relationships #pushed out #imagine if my friends cared and thought to check up on me tho #friend #sad #what is wrong with me #am i too fat #am i too ugly

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stardustlightsaber · 6 years

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@ JJ Abrams: please let kylo have big fluffy beautiful hair in episode ix. Like the kind he had in tfa

It’s not that I didn’t like his sad sweaty boy look in tlj, I just need Renperor to look DEVISTATINGLY beautiful

#maria speaks

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scrambledpotpie · 4 years

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My mom in the late 90s/early 00s.

Waiting for the day that looking at photos of you makes me happy instead of devistatingly sad. I miss and love you so much mom.

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fieldnotesconfidential · 5 years

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For. Real. Vaccination This Upcoming Season? Fairly Important. And Can Be Made Effective And Accessible For Everyone.

⬆️ Simply a government-approved marketing graphic chosen quickly out of both partial laziness and extreme feigned-apathy and may or may not be applicable to the narrative below.

*from the other room* In all seriousness, Agent, you are fully-aware of which of the devistatingly-retarded wannabe villains is at fault for attempting to use you as an anti-vaxx prop and fake biological weapon and pawn in an attempt at orchestrating a for-real outbreak situation that is working in-tandem with our for-real flu vaccine this year to help those in the area wrought with extreme stupidity and many-times completely unintentional racially-biased poor decision-making abilites (99.9% of the local population) in advance of a real threat this group of what boils down to honest-to-goodness adult day care candidates simply left without their much-needed helmet and multi-colored yet large-size Legos due to surprising issues with coordination, dexterity, and common sense, has attempted to orchestrate?

I’ve got a handle on it at, least enough for you guys to fully step in at a certain point. This strain is going to be extremely dangerous for everyone this year and I will be working with you in working through the paper work and prosecution process for the entire stunt.

👽Hahahaha! You fully-realize you’ll be stuck doing all the paperwork probably! 👽

Nibru, go draw some crop circles or something.

👽Hahahaha!👽

👹Well I already got my flu shot so I’m way ahead of you guys so I don’t know what to tell you.👹

Super! Cool! Awesome! Good for you!

*from the other room* You know, Agent, you don’t have to be so mean, all of the time.

Really? After yesterday you’re going to come at me with that?

*from the other room* At least pretend not to be full of constant disgust and disdain. Just attempt to chill o... actually, you don’t really have to, considering your most-recent EKG and obvious ability to now run circles around the poor extremel mental-handicap of the main network of men and women that continue to be our problem at this point, who continue to insist on instead pointing out flaws in others disputes thier own who are simply being wayyyyyy too caudling, however, just attempt to be nicer in general, okay? We all aren’t really even laughing at them anymore, as this has all become simply sad and pathetic.

Just a head’s up, that network has targeted a specific segment of the population, for reasons I sadly understand, however, their attempt to use me has been *air quotes* very entertaining at the very least considering they’ve been unaware of my position and role.

*from the other room* We are aware. I said be nice not condescending.

Duh, uh, totally! For you guys. I. AM. ALWAYS. HAVING. SUCH. A. FUCKING. BLAST.

👽Hahaahahahahhaha!👽

*from the other room* Just continue to have patience with these people, both those we are continuously tracking 24/7 and/or those we will eventually have to most-likely execute for their crimes, in an attempt to resent the simple people of the area being used as pawns. Eventually this nightmare will come to a close.

Thank. Fucking. God.

👽*air quotes, and in a slurred-high-pitched-cartoonish voice* Metaphorically speaking!👽

*from the other room* Hahahahhaahhaa!

It’s not funny. It’s horrifying. Also, my life has been so terrifying for so long you people could not dea...

*from the other room* ...and that is why you *air quotes* get to do what you do, and help more people than you’ll ever realize. Keep it up. Also, shut up. Also, get the fuck out of my office and back into the field.

👽Hahahhahahahaha!👽

*from the other room* You too Nibru, or we’ll swap out your vaccine just to see *air quotes* what your DNA can do next.

👽Hold up, what?👽

I still cannot believe the medical professionals who got roped into their little network have gone so far as to have to be eligible to have all of their licensing completely removed, not to mention the crimes they could be charged with, this is all pretty sad, and pretty stupid.

*from the other room* Almost the understatement of the decades.

If anyone is wondering, I will never recover so thanks for basically executing me as well and then also I *air quotes* get to still stick around and do more work.

👽Hahahahahahahaha!👽

I’m honestly thankful for my intelligence. And sad for those who find humor in that. Also I do see the humor a...

👽Hahahahahahahaha!👽

*from the other room* Okay, seriously, both of you get out of here and back to work. Agent, you may need to seriously step it up, healthwise.

Thank you. I am aware.

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