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formulawonu · 1 year

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helloo can i request husband jeonghan going to the beach date and lots of fluff 🥺🥺

jeonghan & beaches

a/n: IM GONNA CRY DOMESTIC JEONGHAN PLEASE JUST ONE CHANCE also i actually suck so much at fluff narratives im so sorry I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO WRITE THIS BUT BEST BELIEVE JEONGHAN IN THE BEACH IS NOW HAUNTING ME… i hope this did the request slight justice <3 also this is not proofread i am so sorry… sduifkjhsrlkdfgjh happy april and thank u for the request <3

for someone that loved staying at home, jeonghan always felt the beach was closest to it.

you watch as your husband scoops another handful of sand and lets it fall through his fingers, a smile on his face. moments like these were so precious to you – just you and your person experiencing life as it happened. he continues to toy with the sand and you can’t help but wonder how lucky you are to have ended up with your best friend. “one day, we’ll live by the beach.” he says out loud.

you save this moment in your head: yoon jeonghan, smiling with the sun in his eyes, looking at you.

“hannie, you always say that then complain about all the sand you end up bringing home later.” you could already imagine his face later when you get in the car, the cute pout he always has when he realizes how much sand is getting in the car despite washing up.

he scrunches his nose at the thought. “well, yeah, that’s the part i like the least. but look at how pretty everything is here!” he throws a handful of sand in the air, some of it landing in his hair. (and he always wondered why he brought so much sand home.) “even you look prettier,” he adds, a mischievous smile on his face.

you playfully reach over and hit him. “don’t be rude.” he chuckles and bends forward to give you a kiss on the cheek. “you know i’m kidding,” he says, capturing your face in his hands. “you’re always the prettiest.” you hope you could blame the sunlight for the color in your cheeks, but another smile forming on his face lets you know that he knows you’re blushing. it’s crazy to you that he can still make you feel this flustered years into your relationship.

his eyes drop down to your lips then back up to meet your gaze. “i want to give you the world,” he murmurs. just loud enough for only you two to hear – a wish and a promise he’s making to you and to himself.

you lean your head into the palm of his hand. “you already have, hannie.”

the action alone makes jeonghan’s heart flutter. here he is, in his favorite beach, laying in the sand with his forever lover. he wishes life would stop and let you both remain here forever. he was serious about what he said earlier. he could imagine it already: waking up next to you every morning with the beach just in your backyard. playing with your future children in the sand. grilling your family meat every night with the sound of waves crashing on the shore in the background. going on walks by the beach with you by his side every sunset.

and he loved everything about your little trips to the beach. your cheeks pink from the sun- the way you held onto him when you both would go into the water- the way your eyes would light up (in embarrassment and adoration, more of the former if he was being honest) every time he would do something out of character and cheesy like start dancing with you by the shore.

life would be so simple. he was going to make this happen.

he inches forward and places a chaste kiss on your lips, just wanting to be closer to you. he pulls away to see your eyes still closed and smiles to himself. he is so in love with you. “by the way,” he says. “you have a little sand in your hair.”

your eyes fly open and you see through jeonghan’s playful smile. you are so in love with him. “i know.”

you both are home.

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starlightsweetheart · 8 months

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Someone needs to write a thesis on this, please.

I honestly can’t understand the lack of…(sorry, I couldn’t stop myself) intelligence of Riley and Rucas (and Joshaya) fans and how they can possibly buy into the “Maya turned into Riley” and the “Maya never actually liked Lucas, she only liked him because she turned into Riley” bullshit? I guess it’s because they are stans of the character/couple, and they just don’t care about actual facts:

a) You can’t turn into someone else. It’s not frickin’ possible. People can change, but they can’t turn into someone else.

b) You either like someone or you don’t, it’s as simple as that (and again we’ll emphasize this point: you can’t use an excuse of liking someone because of “turning into someone”, see a)).

c) Trying to manipulate and convince someone to believe that they have changed their personality to become you and insisting that the only reason why they were interested in someone is because they turned into you… that is abuse.

This is exactly what Riley was doing to Maya. Insisting that Maya changed into her, insisting that Maya only liked Lucas because she became her, and that was also the reason why Maya was doing better in school.

Riley was doing that while also showing how low her opinion of Maya actually is: Maya will have 5 husbands, accusing Maya of pulling the fire alarm, accusing Maya of theft (if I was Maya, that would be the final nail in that friendship coffin).

Riley needs Maya to be inferior to her. Riley needs to be superior, it props her up. She can’t have someone from a broken home becoming better than her… and Riley’s absolutely can’t have Lucas pick some lowlife over her.

Also, I wonder if there’s something wrong with the Matthews family, period. Cory likes to take pot shots at Maya and her life… and then we have another gaslighter (and narcissist), Josh Matthews.

Josh loves the idea of Maya pining over him and waiting for him. Having someone fangirl-ing over him gives his ego a huge boost, and he’s not going to let that go. So, instead of using Riley’s gaslighting accusations, he comes up with another bullshit excuse: Maya only like Lucas because she was trying to protect Riley 🙄🤬. This way he kills two birds with one stone. He gets to keep having fawning over any scrap of attention he throws her way, while his niece gets the guy. Win-win for the Matthews.

It honestly makes me wonder the actual reasons of why GMW was cancelled. Was Disney getting complaints from parents over the way Maya was being treated? If I was a parent, I sure wouldn’t want my kid watching a show which was partly based on bullying and manipulating a character, never mind that it was the main character doing the bullying and manipulation.

Thoughts?

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touloserrrr · 8 months

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Since I am totally very normal about Six… I have decided to overanalyse all the lyrics: Don’t Lose Ur Head

Grew up in the French Court

Initially I thought this meant Boleyn was French, but a simple google search actually reveals she was born in England, but did part of her education in France as a maid of honour (lady in waiting) to the French queen.

Oui, oui, bonjour

“Yes, yes, hello” in French to indicate her upbringing.

Life was a chore so (she set sail)

1522 came straight to the UK

Boleyn returned to England that year to marry a distant cousin. This was planned simply in the interest of her family for some land.

All the British dudes, lame

Epic fail

This engagement was broken off at some point, though there is nothing to suggest a specific reason. This has left Boleyn a single woman in England.

Ooh, I wanna dance and sing

This could be a reference to her character in the musical as she had become a singer here, however, this could also reference the fact Boleyn was known for singing and dancing rather well.

Politics, not my thing

Ooh, but then I met the King

Boleyn became a maid of honour to Catherine of Aragon, which led to her meeting Henry. In 1526, he became interested in her and attempted to seduce her.

And soon my daddy said, "You should try and get ahead"

Might be about trying to get ahead of her sister Mary Boleyn, who was Henry’s past mistress but nothing more. Additionally, this line sounds like “get a head”, hinting at her eventual loss of a head.

He wanted me, huh, obviously

Messaging me like everyday

This is of course as in sending letters, but could be a parody of the trope of the cheating husband messaging his lover on his phone every day and having to be secretive about it to his wife.

Couldn't be better, then he sent me a letter and who am I kidding

I was prêt-à-manger

I do not speak any French so had to use google translate; “ready to eat”. I was confused at first why this line would be used, but I figured it may be one of these possibilities: could be literally referring to royal food as Henry was very wealthy and ate better than anyone else at the time; ready to eat up all of the love she is given; or it could be a sexual innuendo.

Ooh, sent a reply

Ooh, just saying hi

Ooh, you're a nice guy

Surface level, seems like Boleyn is saying she believed Henry was a decent man. However, overanalysis kicks in! This possibly could be a reference to the modern use of the term “nice guy”; a man who acts nice to a woman but believes he is entitled to something, so if something does not go his way, he flips.

I'll think about it maybe, xo baby

Here we go

(You sent him kisses)

I didn't know I would move in with his misses

Boleyn, Aragon and Henry were living in the same palace due to Boleyn’s position in court, but later she was moved to her own lodging to be closer to Henry.

(What?)

Get a life

You're living with his wife?

Like, what was I meant to do?

Once Henry made up his mind, the woman in his life had little control over the next events. This is later proven in ‘I Don’t Need Your Love’. Boleyn did not have many options in her situation.

Sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said

Boleyn was known to have some rather controversial things (at the time) when angered, one of the most notable examples being “Ainsi sera groigne qui groigne”, which means “Let them grumble; that is how it is going to be”, this being her motto. This line could possibly also be about the things she said to Henry which led to him annulling his marriage with Catherine of Aragon, and becoming supreme head of the Church of England.

I'm just tryna have some fun

Don't worry, don't worry, don't lose your head

To ‘lose your head’ means to lose self-control or panic, but it also obviously refers to the fact that Boleyn was beheaded, so she literally was the one to lose her head.

I didn't mean to hurt anyone

LOL, say oh well

The use of modern language that has been popularised with social media contrasts with the time period these events took place. Additionally, this language is rather casual, so it shows the character’s attitude to the whole situation.

Or go to hell

This is another major contrast - the line before this was rather innocent-sounding, and suggests she had no ill-intent, yet this line is the complete opposite as the Tudor times were very religious so this would’ve been taken rather seriously.

I'm sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said

Don't lose your head

Three in the bed and the little one said

This is a reference to the famous (at least in England) nursery song ‘Ten In The Bed’. In this bit the character of Boleyn points to herself in reference to “the little one”, which could also be highlighting how Anne Boleyn was around 10 years younger than Henry, and more than that than Aragon.

If you wanna be wed, make up your mind

Her or me, chum

The letters Henry sent to Boleyn indicate she refused to sleep with him for most of their relationship before marriage, likely because it was looked down upon if a woman wasn’t a virgin before marriage. This likely was a factor in why Henry decided he wanted Boleyn to be more than just another one of his mistresses.

Don't wanna be some

Girl in a threesome

Are you blind?

Ooh, don't be bitter

Ooh, 'cause I'm fitter

This shows a sort of conflict between Aragon and Boleyn, which may represent how civilians of England would show support to different queens (mainly Aragon) as a new queen was a rather large change at the time.

Ooh, why hasn't it hit her?

He doesn't want to bang you

Somebody hang you

This might refer to a quote by Anne Boleyn, where she said would “rather see her hanged than acknowledge her as her mistress”.

Here we go

Your comment went viral

This is relevant to social media today how certain things can ‘go viral’, and can lead to cancel culture, like how Boleyn became hated by most of England, mostly because Aragon was a beloved queen.

I didn't really mean it but rumours spiral

Wow Anne, way to make the country hate you

As I stated before, Boleyn was hated and unpopular with a lot of the English population, and that led to some riots against her.

Mate, what was I meant to do?

Sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said

I'm just tryna have some fun

Don't worry, don't worry, don't lose your head

I didn't mean to hurt anyone

LOL, say oh well

Or go to hell

I'm sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said

Don't lose your head

Tried to elope

But the pope said nope

At first Henry actually asked the pope to annul his marriage with Aragon in order to marry Boleyn, but this was obviously refused. Henry had the court meet to discuss this matter, but nothing really went from there. The two of them ended up getting married in secret.

Our only hope was Henry

He got a promotion

Henry pushed the Act of Supremacy, which made him the supreme head of the Church of England. This meant the pope held no religious authority over England, and he did divorce Aragon as he had wanted for a long time, not only because of Boleyn, but also because he wanted a son.

Caused a commotion

Set in motion the C of E

The C of E is just a shortened phrase that refers to the Church of England, whom Henry was the head of.

The rules were so outdated

This likely refers to how many times Henry’s annulment to Aragon was denied, which didn’t allow for Boleyn and Henry to marry.

Us two wanted to get x-rated

In order to sleep with one another, couples were expected to marry first, so this line is a reference to that.

Soon, ex-communicated

Everybody chill, its totes God's will

Boleyn was a Catholic and was rather religious, but not as religious as some of the other queens.

Henry's out every night on the town

Just sleeping around, like what the hell?

Henry was known to have lots of mistresses during his marriages, and his marriage to Boleyn was no exception. She already knew he used to sleep with her sister while he was married to Aragon and had a son with another woman. Historical sources claim that he had started courting Jane Seymour during this marriage.

If that's how it's gonna be

Maybe I'll flirt with a guy or three

Boleyn was known to be rather flirtatious and was later charged with adultery. One of the men believed to have been a lover of hers was Mark Smeaton, who confessed to this accusation, however, this was likely after being tortured or promised freedom, so it is difficult to say if this was an accurate accusation. There were a few other men who Henry claimed Boleyn had romantic affairs with, but there is not that much evidence for those, which is why historians often theorise Henry made up these charges in order to get rid of his wife in order to marry Seymour.

Just to make him jell

Henry finds out and he goes mental

He screams and shouts

Like so judgemental

You damned witch

Boleyn wasn’t actually charged with witchcraft, but a lot of people over the years spread the rumour of her being a witch, claiming she had a sixth finger - and deformities like this were associated with witchcraft in the past. There is no real evidence to suggest she did have this.

Mate, just shut up

Women weren’t expected to stand up to their husbands, so Boleyn telling Henry to “shut up” would have been very much looked down upon.

I wouldn't be such a b-

Throughout the entire musical, curse words are censored mostly by the other queens interrupting.

If you could get it up

Here we go

(Is that what you said?)

And now he's going 'round like off with her head

(No)

Yeah, I'm pretty sure he means it

(Seems it)

Of course, this is referring to how Henry decided to have Boleyn executed, specifically by beheading. The phrase “off with their head” became popularised by Lewis Carroll, who published his original books on Alice in Wonderland, which is said by the Queen of Hearts.

What was I meant to do?

(What was she meant to do?)

Like what was I meant to do?

(What was she meant to do?)

No, but what was I meant to do?

Sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said

I'm just tryna have some fun

Don't worry, don't worry, don't lose your head

I didn't mean to hurt anyone

LOL, say oh well

Or go to hell (she's going to hell)

Sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said

Sorry, not sorry 'bout what she said

Sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said

Don't lose your head

Haha sorry

In a fit of anger, Boleyn would say things she regretted, which is reflected by the fact she apologised only at the end.

EXTRA: After this song, the character of Boleyn attempts to perform a solo song titled ‘Wearing Yellow To A Funeral’. This is a reference to how after Catherine of Aragon died, Henry was happy to hear the news, and attended her funeral with his new wife Anne Boleyn. They were both wearing yellow, which was a colour that symbolised mourning in Spain (Aragon’s country of origin), but joy and celebration in England.

#six #six the musical #anne boleyn #overanalysis #musicals

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alpaca-clouds · 5 months

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One of the most annoying myths about history

There is one historical myths that manosphere guys, republican politicians and a certain subset of shippers love to call back on. "It was once totally normal for kids to marry!! And hence it is totally not creepy for adult men to leer after 14 year old girls and to romanticize the relationship between a 13yo and a 31yo character."

Now, obligatory disclaimer: Yeah, you totally can ship whatever you want. But stop attacking people who - at times due to their own fucking trauma - just talk about how one ship creeps them out. Jesus.

But let's get back to the myth. It basically goes like that: In historical times (historical time of one's choosing, really) it was the norm that children or at least girls were married off in their early or at least later teens.

And that is just... wrong.

Mind you, yes, it happened. It definitely was not the norm. Most of the time it happened with children of nobility who were married for political alliances - but often enough did not even see their partners until a long while later (basically only when they were old enough to create off-spring on their own).

This myth tends to be linked to two other myths or rather misunderstandings:

People did not get older than 40 back then (so they had to marry early and start reproducing).

Families just wanted to get rid of their female children because they were useless if they did not reproduce.

To the first, well... This is a very typical misunderstanding. See, the average lifespan was much shorter - but here is the thing: Average. One of the main reasons it was so short on average was, that infants died at a much, much higher rate than they do today. Which was also the reason why people had so many children. Because many of those children would not reach adulthood. And mind you, this stayed true until fairly recently. Even out of my grandparents... My one grandmother was a child among nine siblings. And out of those kids only three reached adulthood.

The second part is very much based on this idea that medieval times especially had this big difference between men and women when it came to work. Which... is just wrong. Now, after the middle ages, yes, we got a lot more differenciation between men and women. But you have to understand that non-noble people in the middle ages could not really affort to... not have everyone in their household work. Men and women both went working the fields. Same went for girls and boys. Which also means hat for the parents there was actually no big difference between girls and boys in terms of usefulness.

Now, for people working in other fields this was less true. Certain jobs were indeed done by mostly men - or in some cases mostly women. And if a family had their entire life set out around one of those jobs, yes, having a girl was... less useful.

Of course, one thing that is true is, that for the most part the idea of a love marriage was something unheard off for most of human history. In fact the idea of romantic love was not wide-spread in the middle ags. But people also knew that... there were practical reasons why girls too young should not be married and should not get pregnant. Because, well, they were more likely to die during birth. And contrary to popular believe... yeah, actually people cared about the mothers' survival. Because, well... infants died at a high rate. But you could fairly easy get new infants. Getting a new girl into a fertile age was much more of a time investment. And yeah, contrary to what Game of Thrones might have told you, there is actually quite a lot of historical evidence on husbands again and again choosing the life of their wives over the life of a child, when there were complications during childbirth.

Now, outside of the historical record in fact showing that we do know that psychologically... a teenager just cannot have a healthy relationship with an adult. Even if the adult has no ill-intent. For the simple reason that the brain of a teenager is not fully developed. Teenagers hate to hear this, but... well, technically speaking they are still children. While an adult has a fully developed brain. And of course there is just that there is a lot of power-difference between someone working a job and a highschool student.

So... yeah. No. There is no good excuse for it. And no, it is also not historical.

#shipping #feminism #manosphere #child marriage #historical #historical context #history #medieval europe #european history

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queenmiarys · 1 year

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BOOK: TRH

Summary:Maxwell spends quality time with his boys and friends.

Warning : None

Rated: Teen

The best Ramsford has to offer.

One shot

It had only been a day since Juliana had left her husband with their two children under 3

Julian was getting used to sleeping on his own,so his parents thought Maxwell turned over feeling something wet. "What the." Stopping himself from saying the rest when he saw Julian.

Maxwell woke his son and he immediately started crying. "It's okay buddy daddy got you, come on, he ran his bath water and picked out a new set of pajamas he, once he was done his son had no problem with falling asleep, he placed him in his bed then went down to the Landry room.

Juliana had taught him how to do laundry and some simple homework, besides it was after 1am and everyone was sleeping, he started a load of laundry and watched a movie. He was not sleepy at all, he heard the baby monitor come to life it was near 3 am at this time

"Hey little guy, are you looking for this?" Yes you are." He said as he waved the bottle in front of his son. He sat in the rocker feeding Cam and thanking God for his family.

After his feeding, he changed his diaper and burped him before placing him back in his crib.

Cam was a quiet baby. He only cried when hungry or he needed to be changed, completely opposite of his brother Julian, who wanted to be held a lot and cried just because.

Maxwell made it back to his room and went to the hall closet and replaced the Mattress pad and the sheets and duvet cover. He fell asleep as soon as he hit the pillow.

___________

"Maxwell get up it's after 7, this little guy is hungry and Julian is up also; Bartie at a sleepover. So I'm afraid you're on your own with the boys today." Bertrand said

" It's okay, I can handle them. " Did Juliana ask you to help me?"

"Maxwell we are family, it's been plenty of times that you and Juliana has helped with Bartie."

"Thank you brother, go enjoy your day."

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"So little ones, what are we to do today?

He took the boys to kitchen placing both in their high chair. Both boys laughed as he danced around the kitchen while cooking Julian scrambled eggs, you could definitely tell that his son got his eating habits from his mother, Max, couldn't stand eggs not eating them.

After they all ate he let Julian play with his cars , he heard a vehicle pulling up. Max wanted to surprise his son so he didn't tell him that Drake was coming.

Julian got up and ran over and peeped out the window "Uncle Drake Yay Uncle Drake! Max watched his son jump up and down in total excitement.

He opened the door. "Drake my friend you do love me." he said as a joķe.

"Pipe down Beaumont, I'm here to see my Godson and see his cute brother too, besides Hana went on the trip too."

Patience, his 1 year old, was hiding behind his leg, Julian went around Drake leg "Pactance he giggled. " I got you," do you want to play with me?" She shook her head "yes,daddy can we play?"

They all went towards the playroom.

" Man I can't believe you have two children, me and Hana can't wait to meet our son soon."

A few hours had passed when Liam and his four year old twin boys Wyatt and Leo

Rashad with his two year old son pulled in around the same time

"Hope you don’t mind, Liam said."

"Not at all buddy, I consider all of us as brothers, that includes you Rashad."

"Daddy, I think Cam needs changing." They all laughed

After changing him, they went to fix the children's launch. Everyone was surprised at the meal Maxwell made for children.

After the kids ate, they all took a nap, except Zane, who no doubt was a lot like his mother Olivia.

After the kids woke up, Liam scheduled for a nearby Theme park to be closed down for them.

The kids loved Fun World Theme park, they rode several kiddie rides, visited the haunted house, they were now playing in the bouncy house, when all the kids started saying they were hungry, even little Patience.

Maxwell took everyone to Dilights in downtown Ramsford, it was one of Juliana's favorite restaurants, they ordered spaghetti and meatballs for the kids. Maxwell asked for 4 extra plats. For Patience and Julian, Zane, he put a spoonful of spaghetti, a small piece of garlic bread and a small amount of salad,

They all were amazed that all the smaller children ate all their food, especially Drake because Patience was very picky and oftentimes didn't eat.

Zane and Julian had very similar eating patterns. Maxwell phone rings

"Hello beautiful, I hope your trip is going well, oh glad to hear it, the guys and I took the kids out; can't wait until you get home love you."

Cameron started to cry, Maxwell went to the bathroom to check Cam's dipper and ask one of the staff members if they could his bottle.

"Thank you so much for this fun day with the kids, you have changed a lot since you meeting Juliana and had children." Liam said.

"Thank you buddy, Jewel changed my whole life when she blessed me with Julian, then Cameron I knew I had to change my ways to be a better man."

"Beaumont don't make me regret this, but you are a wonderful father and I'm learning a lot from you." Maxwell rushed over to Drake, thawing his arm around his shoulder.

"I love you guys; best friends in the world, we should get them home, they're all worn out.

"Hey if you all want you all can stay over, it's after nearly 9, I'm sure the kids are pretty tired "

Once they got back to Max house, all the kids were sleeping, they put them to bed, then the guys met in the media room, they had a few drinks, watched a movie and talked.

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The next morning, it was time to go to the airport to meet their wives, he was grateful for the friends he had but even more for his beautiful queen and his boys, he was pretty sure the guys felt the same.

He watched as Olivia came into sight first picking up Zane and hugging him, then she remembered her husband and pulled him in for a hug Rashad smiled because he knew how tough she acted, but she was so gentle with their son.

As soon as Hana emerged Drake wrapped his arm around her, and Patience hugged her leg until she picked her up .

Mia was attacked as soon as Liam and her boys saw her, they gave her a group hug.

Finally my beautiful wife stepped out, of course Julian was the first to hug her and then she grabbed Cam, and hugged me,right now everything feels right again.

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#SoundCloud #MBAW #Maxwell n friends #Maxwell x Juliana #Drake x Hana #Olivia x Rashad #Liam x Amelia #TRH #TRR

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thatbitchsimone · 7 months

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I love you I love you

Thank you thank you

It’s a long story of circle of abuse, I used to save her from my father hitting her and few years later I had to save myself from both of them hitting me

I truly believe she’s evil, not what she does to me but to others also, she beats and humiliates not only me but the maids too, the other siblings are not beaten, the brother sometimes rarely but he’s her worshipper so i don’t think he minds.

I will get a job soon but I don’t think I can move out, it’s not very common here you know, and my father is like a influential guy, but hopefully when I earn my own money and cut her off I’ll be happy, we have a big house so living separately is possible.

I found out something today and it made me sick to my stomach, I have my whole life faced disgusting men, but turns out my brother is also one of them, he is after all my fathers and mothers son. he is an Andrew tate fanboy btw so you can guess his entire personality by that lolllllll.

I am so sorry this is alot of stuff to hear on a site where you are supposed to have fun, I am sending you apology hugs, take care 🫂❤️

Btw have you read the bell jar by Sylvia plath? It’s so depressing it’s taking me months to finish HAHAHAH

that is fucking awful and yes, i dont even believe in the whole concept of evil (i was raised without religion in a completely secular country + im very into psychology so good vs evil is not part of my worldview lol) but some behaviors even i just have to describe as evil and ur mom fits that pretty well like abusing ur own children is fucking evil. i have empathy for her to some extent since her behavior is clearly the result of her being abused herself like u said but it gets clouded by the absolute disgust and hatred and rage i feel for her for letting herself become the abuser herself and keeping the circle of abuse going by passing it on to her children. its one thing to not have the strength or power to stop ur husband from abusing ur kids, but straight up joining in on the abuse is a whole other level of disgusting and im so sorry u have to experience this.

but i do have to say that u seem like a genuinely good person like i really feel like u have so much kindness and love in ur heart and u seem like a very strong, sensible and intelligent girl and i get a strong feeling that the cycle of abuse is gonna end with u (as in, u wont be carrying it on and u will break free from it and if u have kids in the future u will be a good and loving mom to them) and i just wanna acknowledge that bc thats amazing and inspiring and i admire u so much like i just have so much admiration for u right now like u are everything u are the moment u are the vibe

anyway, glad to hear that u at least live in a big house so that u can at the very least have some space from her even tho u live together. i get that its not as easy or simple as some ppl think to ”just move out” especially if u live in a very family oriented culture where its not the norm to do so on top of it all so i think the best thing to do currently is to just kind of try to stay out of her way and honestly just not even listen to the bullshit she says bc her insults are kinda meaningless tbh bc lets be real, if u were skinny she would just use something else to criticize u for. she just wants to put u down in any way she can no matter what u look like. u could probably look like a damn supermodel or movie star and she would still find something to pick on and put u down for, bc she has issues. shes disturbed. her words are empty and her opinions on u are just completely irrelevant. why should u care if a deranged abusive sadist doesnt ”approve” of ur body and size? this woman thinks its ok to mentally torment everyone around her, even HER OWN CHILDREN that she just so happens to not just verbally and emotionally abuse but straight up physically abuse. shes a child abuser. actual scum of the earth. like honestly next time she says something about ur body or calls u fat or whatever this psychopath likes to call u just remind urself that this woman is actually disturbed and sick in the head like shes literally a terrible human being lol who the fuck is she to criticize anyone like ok so u got a little extra meat on ur bones meanwhile she is a deranged sadistic child abuser. like girl whatever flaw u may have is nothing compared to the flaws she has like u are so far above her in every way that actually matters like ur literally so much better than her in every way like shes actually pathetic.

sorry about ur brother btw. seems like us women can never catch a break from these male parasites that are crawling around everywhere these days. they just keep getting worse and worse now with all the andrew tate shit brainwashing them. thank god we women have each others backs in this vile current climate. sisterhood is so important, especially now with all this crazy shit going around.

and yes ofc ive read the bell jar! read it for the first time when i was 16 and have reread it a few times since then. its one of those books that deeply resonates with nearly every woman who reads it even now generations later like its truly timeless in that way thats why its so good

#ur amazing i love u

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Joy is simple. Who would've thought an old marine would have cracked the code like me. Before they knew it, it grew to four. Two grown girls. One teen boy. And one toddler boy. Moriah crouched through the bushes and trees, vibrant and alive in color and blending in perfect with her skin of kaleidoscope colors. She, for you see, was pregnant. Picking flowers. Picking leaves, sticks. Rocks and bugs. A warrior woman with a little warrior on board. She grips the beads on her wrist. Each charm hanging from her rosegold bracelet. A memory. The birth of the first. A bead for when they adopted. A daughter whose conception was a total mystery. A bead for every memory. "When I first met your father, I tried to kill him." "it was love at first sight." They would tell their little odd fairytales of how they met to their children at bedtimes. West's mom, Elizabeth. She had to always make the joke "It stopped being a bundle a while ago. Now, they are just a gaggle of geese." Then she passed. Everyone did. All the kids of the mason family became a murder of crows. Especially with the news. The family went back to the farm, but some of them stayed behind in New Orleans. Looked after the Anne Rice house. And then…there was the triplets on board. Waiting and ready, far too eager to enter the world. West knew a few things about life. He taught his eighteen year old son how to hunt and fish. And how to pursue things he was interested in. Moriah showed him media to help him through school, taught him what she learned when she was his age. As for the young one, West is still trying to figure that one out. He babbles. The Cowboy tries to babble back. And then they end up yapping at each other in something that could only be described as giberish or perhaps a language they made up. Simlish? Moriah swears it sounds like Simlish. Happiness is simple. Like Moriah decorating the new nursery and arguing between what kind of dinos she wants on the walls. Because believe you me, Westie and Moriah's kids are all creatures. Joy is easy sometimes. Like date night. Getting away from the baseball team of a family. Doing something that Moriah and West specifically love, just for them. Just to bond. To remind. Last time it was a graveyard then goth icecream. But it had stained both their teeth black for three days. Tonight's date, they got to dress each other up however they wanted with no arguments. Moriah, knowing her husband way too well and having a soft spot for certain Cowboys, she dressed him in goth button ups, jeans, and a black fancy hat to complete it. He didn't remotely want to imagine how much the entire outfit cost. Also, as West lead his gorgeous lady to the dance floor, he was thanking whatever deity was listening that he had to spend most of the satan's ballsack summer . . . in the sun. So Daddy Mason dropped a good amount of weight and is regaining muscles. Watch out, Mama Mo. Growing more and more. West let the younger ones meet Chris Pratt once. And he called the Masons a raptor pack. At that time, his wife watched the kids so he could cry in the car briefly before they left. West fucking loves dinosaurs.

#west #mason #drabble

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Captain Rex x Reader

Summary: When Rex gets shot on a mission in the Saleucami system, he has to take shelter at a nearby farmhouse.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings!: None really, Reader doesn't appear until like the last 20 paragraphs, Female reader, Destroying droids.

Takes place S2 Ep10 of Tcw "the deserter"

How did Kix expect him to stay here all night? Dont get him wrong, he was very thankful that the Twi'lek woman had allowed him to stay in her farmhouse for the night, but now? Did they really think he'd be fine just laying on a bench when he could be battling with his brothers this very moment?

Rex closed his eyes even tighter. He tried to go to sleep, he really tried, but he couldn't. He was just too restless. He was too bored. It was strange to him, taking time to rest instead of rushing right back into battle.

He tried to move his arm again, thinking maybe if it had already healed, he could catch up to Jesse and them and be fighting in no time.

Rex's eyes snapped open as he heard a soft noise not too far from him. Closing his eyes, he slowly reached down to the gun next to him, grabbing it with his good arm.

He listend as the faint footsteps got closer and closer until they were almost at his makeshift bed. He went to shoot whoever it was, but the man hit it out of his grasp before he could commit it.

"Who are you?" The man said, Rex saw it now. The man was obviously a clone like him, but what was he doing here? Almost as if reading his mind, the clone voice his question back at him. "What are you doing here?"

"Your a clone." Rex voiced his thoughts as the other clone pointed his weapon at the Captain.

"So... I see the was has finally made its way out here." The man dropped his weapon as Rex sat up. "I'm guessing I can expect a visit from some droids soon."

"What's your number and rank?" Rex asked, his tone coming out with the perfect level of aggression he was serching for.

"Heh." A low chuckle came from the man. "My name is Lawquane, Cut Lawquane. And I'm just a simple farmer."

"You're a deserter." Venom dripped from Rex's voice as he glared at his brother.

"Well," Cut put his hands in the air. "I like to think im just exercising my freedom to choose: to choose not to kill for a living." He put his weapon against the wall before flicking on the light.

"That is not your choice to make." Cut turned to look back at Rex, walking back over to the injured soldier. "You swore an oath to the Republic. You have a duty."

"I do have a duty, you're right, but it's to my family." Cut glared back at his brother with equal fire on his eyes. "Does that count or do you still plan on turning me in?"

"Do I have a choice?" Rex ment it as a rhetorical question, but also to make his thoughts about the man clear. The man had deserted his brothers, his friends, the republic all for some farm?

Rex felt anger bubble up in his chest. It could've been that he had left the very thing he had been bred to do. Or maybe it was just because he was jealous that he could live a life that Rex had only dreamed of.

"Daddy!" The little girl, Shaeeah, lept up and hugged her father.

"Look what I drew you, Dad!" Jekk, the smaller boy waved a paper around in the air, clearly proud of himself.

Seeing how the kids embraced their father caused Rex's heart to pang in jealousy. He didn't know why he felt like this—he didn't even have a woman– But seeing the life this clone had made for himself had made him realize just what he wanted from life.

"I see you two have met." Suu walks in behind her two children, smiling to her husband as they lock eyes.

"He looks just like you, Daddy. I told him." Shaeeah smiles up at Rex. Rex smiled back.

"Ah, you did, huh?" She nodds as her father stands, now towering over them. "I was just making out guest, Captain, um... what's your number?"

"Rex." Rex spat at the man. "I also have a name, believe it or not."

"He was injured." Suu interupted. "His men brought him here. I told him he could stay just for the night."

"Of course he can." Cut agreed as he looked down to his children. "We never turn away those in need, do we?"

"No!" Jekk shouted, "We always help anyone we can."

"That's right." Cut rubbed his son's head. "You look hungry, Rex."

"No, I'm fine. I'll stay here." He shook his head.

"No, you have to eat with us! Please?" The kids begged as Jekk tugged on the Captains arm.

"They're never going to stop until you say yes." Cut chuckled.

"All right. I'll join you."

Cheers erupted from the children's mouths. Cut grabbed his brothers arm and pulled him up as they began to walk to the house where the dinner was already sitting out.

During dinner, Rex and Cut had resumed their argument from earlier. "Yes, well, you and I may be clones but we're still individuals. You have a name rather than a number, Captain. Why is that?"

Rex thought for a moment before responding. "Perhaps our leaders feel it's a more efficient way of distinguishing us."

"More efficient than a number? Hmm." Cut fired back as he handed Rex a plate full of food. "I doubt the Kaminoans think that way. Still, a name has to make you feel more unique. Especially in an army where everyone looks like you and talks like you."

"Actually," Rex interrupts, "I've never really thought about it."

"Not even once?" Cut asks, challenging him. "And why Is that?"

Rex sits for a moment, Cuts words floating around his mind. It really was a good question. Why was that? Only one thing could come to mind. One person that came to mind.

"Well, most of the Generals there treat us as equals, save for a few nasty ones. They're the reason we all feel even remotely like we're normal. They could call us by our numbers, but they choose not to. They could treat us how we are—expendable, sending us on useless suicide missions, but they choose not too. They treat us with respect and kindness. I'm thankful to them for that. Not everyone views us like they do."

Cut smiles. "I've seen how you look at my family, our home, how you talk like you can't get someone out of your head. Admit it, you've thought about what your life could look like if you left the army. Choose the life you want."

"But what if I am choosing the life I want?" Rex challenges. "What if I'm staying in the army because it's meaningful to me?"

"I'm a clone just like you, Rex." Cut sighs, biting into hisfood. "I know that the war itself isn't meaningful to you."

"It is." Rex barks back. "I'm part of the most pivotal movement in the history of the Republic. If we fail, then our children and their children could be forced to live under an evil I can't well imagine."

"IF you were to have children, of course, but that would be against the rules wouldn't it? Isn't that what someone programmed you to believe Captain?"

"No, Cut. It's simply what I belive. It doesn't matter if it's my children or other people's children. Does that meet with your approval?"

"Of course it doesn't matter if it's yours or other people's children." Cut rolls his eyes. "But you still hope it will be your children. I can tell. You've thought about leaving the Republic, running away with some pretty girl and starting a family. I know, I'm as close to you as I can get."

"I would never desert the republic." Rex snaps.

"Why? Because of the war or because of something–sorry, someone else?" Cut accuses, his voice raising louder than it should've.

Rex scoffs. He obiously didn't know what he was talking about. Rex definitely wasn't in love, and Cut clearly didn't know what was going on inside Rex's head. How could he anyways? Cut was a deserter and a coward, Rex would never leave his Generals like that.

Suu let out a suggestive cough, letting the two know that dinner was done. Cut sighs as he walks around the table picking up everyone's plates.

"Daddy, can we go outside while you clean up dinner?" Shaeeah asks her dad, hop filling her voice.

"Are all your chores finished?" Cut looked down at his daughter.

"Mhmm!" Jekk and Shaeeah both hum as they nod their heads.

"Okay, only for a few minutes. And keep the house in view."

"Thank you daddy! We will! Come on, Jekk." The kids laugh as they run out the door and off into the fields.

"You have wonderful children." Rex says as he stands to help his brother with the dishes.

"I know you think im a coward, Rex, but believe me," A dark expression falls upon Cuts face. "I would fight until my last breath to keep them safe."

The room is silent as they put away the dishes. Silent until a loud scream peirces the house as Rex puts away the last plate.

"Shaeeah, Jekk, what's wrong?" Both Cut and Suu rush out and grab their kids, desperate to find out what happend.

"Monsters! They're chasing us!" Shaeeah crys as she points into the fields they had just run from.

"What monsters? Honey, where?" Suu says as she sets Jekk down in the house. Shaeeah hides behind he mothers leg.

"They hatched from the big egg on the feild!"

Cut grabs the binoculars hanging on the wall and looks out into the feild. "Ah. This is not good. I count 40." Panic fills his voice. How would they fight off 40 with just the two of them?

"Cut, what's out there?" His wife asks, caution lacing her voice as her kids hid behind her arms.

"Commando droids."

"What are they doing?" Rex questions. He too know what 40 of them mean. Trying to run from them would be suicide. They had to fight. But how would two clones possibly take out 40 on their own? They just had to pray a miracle would come their way.

"Suu, get the kids upstairs now." He rushed as he directed his wife in the direction of the stairs.

"Come. Come, children. Come now." She runs upstairs, Jekk still safe in her arms. Cut closes and locks the door before he and Rex run to the weapon cabinet.

"We can catch them in a crossfire." Rex says as Cut hands him a blaster.

"No, Captain." He says, taking a rifle for himself. "With respect, you're not in charge here."

"You need my help. There 40 of them out there not 10. We're going to need a miracle to kill all of them."

"Sir, you're injured. You have only one good arm." Cut turns to walk away.

"But I can fight!" Rex argues back.

"So can I." Cut sighs. "Rex, I need you to be the last line of defense for my family."

Rex gives off a deep, breathy sigh. "I'll take care of them."

"Thank you." Rex runs off into another room as Cut turns off all the lights. He gets into position meer moments before the first four commando droids break through the door. He's able to blast them all before another one reaches through the window to lock Cut into a choke-hold. Cut headbutts the droid before reaching out the window and blasting that one too.

The latch on the floor bursts open as at least ten droids fall out. Cut was able to blast a few of them before one shoots the beam above him. The beam falls to the floor and before Cut can dive out of the way, it falls on his legs.

He tries to escape when he sees the droids walking upstairs, more coming in through the broken doors. "Rex, they're coming for you!" He shouts, praying to the maker that he was ready.

Rex shoots three in a row as the come up the stairs before there are too many. Soon, the floor gives in, sending Rex and a few droids falling back down to the first floor.

Cut manages to get out from under the beam just as Rex falls next to them. A droid grabs Rex by the throat, and another one has Cut in a headlock.

"Vor entye, vod." Cut chokes out, his vision turning blurry. Rex looks to the side and sees his brother nearly pass out.

So this is how I go, Rex thinks, his head hurts, hes struggling to breathe and there's a ringing in his ear Maker, watch over the kids.

Rex closes his eyes, prepared to feel the peace of death... he's ready...

A lightsaber noise pulls his eyes open as he sees a familiar face. He dosen't register who it is until they destroy the droid latched onto his neck, immediately doing the same for Cut.

The Clones fall to the ground in a fit of coughs, both of them rubbing their now soring throats.

"Where are the rest of them?" The Jedi hurriedly yells, looking at the two of them.

Cut coughs as he points up the stairs. She nods before racing upstairs to destroy the droids and save Cuts family.

There were a few droids left outside for the men to take care of while (Y/N) destroyed the rest. After checking the woods, the two clones nod to signal that it's all clear before turning around to make their way back inside.

Before they can make in in the door, however, (Y/N) runs outside and throws herself at Rex, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Rex wasted no time snaking his own muscular arms around the small of the girls back, bring her impossibly closer. He buried his face into her neck. He took in her scent as he breathed in. This was the smell of home. The feeling of her arms wrapped around him and his around hers. That's what home felt like.

"Thank the Maker." (Y/N) Sighed into him, both of your bodys melting into eachother. "I thought you were gone."

Rex felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. "I'm fine General. I'm okay."

"What the hell were you thinking!" (Y/N) shoved him back as she shouted at the clone. "I had to hear from Obi-Wan that you got shot. That you got shot, Rex!"

Rex took a second, his face completely shocked. He sheepishly smiled up at down, not daring to meet her eyes. "I-im sorry General. It was an accident."

(Y/N) pulled him back in, holding him tighter this time. "I know. I need you to be safe Rex."

"I'll be more careful next time, (Y/N/N)." He looks at her face in the moonlight. She's always been so beautiful. "But for now," He pushes her hair back beind her ear. "Now I just need to hold you right now. I need to feel you next to me."

It had all clicked for Rex then. Why he always felt so at home with her, why he never wanted to leave her side. All that Cut had been saying about there being someone was right. (Y/N) was his someone. She was his home.

Rex loved her with all he had, he knew that now. But what he didn't know was that she loved him, too. She loved him more than anything.

The only problem was the order. It didn't matter how much they loved eachother. (Y/N) was still a Jedi and Rex was still a clone.

And that would never change.

#ct 7567 #captain rex x reader #captain rex x you #star wars #the clone wars #captain rex #clone trooper rex #sw tcw #tcw fanfic #rex x reader #clone wars #the clone wars fanfiction

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Blog Post 5: Valentine's Day

Blog Post 5: Valentine’s Day

Planning ahead makes things much easier. We didn’t do a nice dinner on Valentine’s Day this year. We kept it simple. My boys and I went to dollar tree to get some snacks and treats to fill each other’s bags with, as well as a cards. It was honestly fun just picking out the small treats together. While we were in the dollar tree an older gentleman gave my boys a peppermint. This made their day. But then, while we were checking out Him and His wife bought my boys a Valentine’s Day balloon as well. They were so excited to play with those balloons when they got home.

I expected all the sweet treats to pile up this Valentine’s Day, and they did. The day started with Bo-berry biscuits from Bojangles which I decided before hand I would not partake of. I brought them home for boys, and they are still in the fridge. I work at a preschool and teach music there. It’s the best job in the world and even though I don’t get paid very much, I truly love it. But, on this particular day I was helping in the baby room with Mrs. Karen. The kindergarteners so sweetly brought me gummy bears and I sent them to my room for lollipops.

There were bags of sweet treats, a nice big red heart filled with chocolate, and then one of my other students brought another chocolate heart for me. It was kind and thoughtful; they just didn’t know that I was fasting from sweet treats. Thankfully, I did get one gift, from the teacher I was helping. She got me a Bath and Body Works candle and some body wash. Now that I could use! All the gifts were great, but I knew I wouldn’t be eating any of the sugar.

When I got home, we each signed the cards and got started on our Valentine's Day as a family. The kids opened their bags of snacks, sweets, and encouraging cards, then we did. My husband got me some flowers and a caramel chocolate bar that was sweetened with stevia. The funny thing is, I bought one of those for myself and put in the little red bag from the dollar tree. I also had a sweetened with erythritol Body Armor drink. We watched Lyle, Lyle, Crocodile as a family as we ate our snacks along with some pizza. It really was a relaxing and fun family night that we all enjoyed.

The Christmas bag is now filled with all the sweets from Christmas and Valentine’s Day treats that I can’t eat. This bag is still sitting beside me filled to the brim as I write to you. Really, it doesn’t bother me as much now. The less sugar I eat, the less I crave it. On Saturday we went out to a nice bakery as a family, and I did order a sweet and sugar laden treat. But I only ate half of it. It was good at first, but then it tasted too sweet, and I could tell my body was done. It is sitting in the fridge now uneaten. I’m learning. I do believe my sugar addiction is completely broken. Now my mind is set on what needs to be my next steps in relation to limiting my daily sugar intake when I’m off this fast.

It really does feel like freedom. So, I want to encourage you today in saying, “the less you eat the less you crave.” Honestly, sugar has long been a go to crutch that I have relied on. Now the sweets have lost their hold on me, and this is the way it should be. I still love celebrating, but I’ve learned so much about self-control and refusing to drink the Kool-Aid, or in this case eat the sugar, just because everyone else is doing it. Just because others eat junk, doesn’t mean we should. It’s a choice to respect and honor my body and my life by choosing to eat what makes me feel good. And that, is a huge accomplishment for this sugar loving girl.

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House of the Dragon, Ep.7 - Driftmark (Spoilers)

For the first fifteen minutes, I thought I would be making fun of another episode with epic staring. Uh, not going to now; seems inappropriate. Also, holy shit!

This episode probably has the shortest time skip of them all. In that, it probably is a few weeks later at most. The family has gather together at Driftmark to bury Laena. Everyone is...well, it’s all awkward. Otto Hightower is The Hand again. Alicent is being stalked by Larys Strong. Aegon is apparently engaged to his sister. Rhaenys wants to make Laena’s oldest daughter the heir to Driftmark as they are truly related to them by blood, but Corlys refuses as he knows what that would mean for his son. We find out that Rhaenyra and Laenor did try to have children, but it just never worked out of them is the best way to put it. Laenor is clearly distraught over his sister’s death and disappears. Which is a perfect time for Rhaenyra to reunite with her Daemon, which leads to them have sex. Yeah, and this is the happiest part of this episode.

Aemond, like a kid in an ‘80s fantasy film, is able to go up to Laena’s dragon and ride him (seriously, it’s like the more deadly version of Neverending Story). What happens next, is....less so. Laena’s children see that someone is riding their mother’s dragon and wakes up Rhaenyra’s children. And apparently they must know every secret passage as they’re able to SNEAK DOWN TO GROUND LEVEL WITHOUT ANY GUARD NOTICING. Of course, the daughters are pissed that Aemond has taken control of the dragon. Aemond (who I was so close to liking) turns out is a massive prick (I mean, I would understand if it was just Rhaenyra’s children, but the two girls?). And then it’s just three or four minutes of children on children violence. Aemond definitely takes it too far and it’s clear the other felt threated by him. In the end, Aemond looses an eye.

Of course, this turns into a shit show. And, of course, Alicent and Rhaenyra blame each others children. Meanwhile, the guards are just hoping they just loose their jobs and nothing else. Rhaenyra points out that Aemond called her children Bastards and Visery’s wants to know who they heard it from. Aegon deflects this with the general everyone knows. Visery’s is done with all of this and tells everyone the matter is over. And there’s some bull about getting along which, dude.

Alicent is not satisfied with this and demands that one of Rhaenyra’s sons looses his eye. The King refuses and tells her the matter is closed. He’s far nicer then me as I think, at this point, I would mention that this all seems to have stemmed from her own family’s plotting and if she wants an eye for an eye, she needs to remove one of her own. Otherwise, she should keep her damn mouth shut.

However, Alicent looses her cool. She grabs a blade and goes after the children. She is stopped, but not before she wounds Rhaenyra. Which makes her look bad in front of everyone. Still, her father is somewhat proud as it’s clear she’s willing to do what it takes to get her son on the throne. And, also, they now have a dragon. Also, also, Alicent realizes that she’s going to need an ally in Larys.

Laenor comes back the next morning and realizes what has happened. He believes that his behavior, especially the fact he clearly prefers men to his own wife, has helped fuel some of the rumors (which, I mean, I think it’s the simple fact that the kids don’t look like him; but...sure) and promises to be a better husband. Speaking of better husband (and I shudder as I write this)....

Rhaenyra is realistic. If she wants the iron throne, she needs a husband whose got a stronger claim. She needs Daemon. So, they concoct a plan that....I think I understand what happened. She knows that, in order to marry Daemon, Laenor has to die. She also knows that Laenor is not happy with his life. So, Daemon talks with Laenor’s companion. It looks like Daemon’s convincing him to kill Laenor. And it appears that Laenor has been killed. At which point, Rhaenyra and Daemon get married. As far as the world is concerned, this means that Rhaenyra had Laenor killed.

In reality, Rhaenyra clearly doesn’t want to kill Laenor and we see, at the end, that Laenor is alive and leaving with his companion. So, what they did is make it look like Laenor was killed; letting Rhaenyra marry Daemon and Laenor free to live his life as he chooses.

#house of the dragon #house of the dragon spoilers #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #viserys targaryen #alicent hightower #laenor velaryon #rhaenys velaryon #corlys velaryon

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Fashion Friday: Ghostbusters Afterlife

I know what you’re thinking. What does Ghostbusters have to do with fashion!? Well to be honest not much. But I felt like I should start here since I just saw the new movie, Ghostbusters Afterlife. I know it’s been out for almost a year, but I’ve been waiting for it to come out on Blu Ray since the only way you can stream it is to buy the movie. So I might as well have the actual physical media if I had to buy it anyway.

With that said, the movie was well worth the wait. In more ways than one. This movie is a sequel to the original 1984 movie (and technically it’s 1989 sequel but more the 84 film). And it is a fantastic sequel. You see I’m not a huge Ghostbusters fan. But I did grow up watching the Real Ghostbusters cartoon and I watch the movies every year around Halloween. Admittedly this movie is not as funny as the original, but it is more emotionally satisfying. Director Jason Reitman infuses his love of character study with his father’s original vision. From here on be spoilers. Fair warning.

This movie is about Egon and his family. Specifically it’s about unfinished business. That’s why people believe in ghost stories to begin with. Some people die before they resolve issues with family or friends or leave behind work that must be finished. Egon dies in the first five minutes of the movie leaving unfinished business with all aspects of his life.

Having discovered Gozer might return, Egon leaves New York with most of the Ghostbuster gear because his fellow Ghostbusters don’t believe him. Hence their falling out. Egon apparently even left behind a wife or girlfriend (that we never meet) that gives birth to a daughter named Callie. She grows up to be a resentful cynic who thinks Egon never cared about her. One loser ex husband and two kids later she’s a single mom that just got evicted and inherits her Dad’s dirt farm in Oklahoma. And his debt. So the farm isn’t even worth anything.

What I love about the movie is we discover who Egon really was through his granddaughter Phoebe, who is basically his mini me. His ghosts starts to make himself known to her and she in turns discovers his lab and his old gear and the movie slowly unfolds the story as a supernatural mystery straight out of the eighties. The original movies we only really got to know Peter. So the focus on Egon is a nice change of pace.

The ending is especially perfect. The other Ghostbusters return to help fight Gozer but they’re a little rusty. Yet our pint size hero Phoebe tries to take on Gozer herself but the god is almost too much for her. Which is when Egon takes corporal form and steady’s Phoebe’s hand, helping her.

The CG they did to bring Harold Ramos back on screen is flawless. And tasteful. Egon never says a word. There’s even a shot of the Original Ghostbusters all lined up again in one shot. And when Gozer is defeated, the Ghostbusters get their chance to say goodbye to their friend. Something I’m sure was cathartic to the actors. Then they have Egon meet his grandkids and then hug his daughter. Before fading away into stardust and a simple dedication. For Harold. That’s the end of the movie. And even a casual Ghostbusters fan like me is teary eyed by that point. I’m tearing up now as I write this.

Ghostbusters has been a pop culture icon for nearly forty years. Literally as long as I have been alive. There are fans so dedicated to this fandom they form their own Ghostbuster crews in their respective cities. Fashion is a reflection of our culture. A time capsule. Movies are too. So I’m thinking of designing my own Ghostbusters shirt. Also I want to recreate the Gatekeeper dresses from both the 84 film and Afterlife

I also have this idea to make a jacket inspired by Gozer in Afterlife. That costume was a major upgrade. The original was basically a flesh and white bodysuit with faux bubbles on the shoulders and torso.

The new costume looks like an exoskeleton with spikes on the shoulders and they enhanced it with CG to have Gozer actually light up.

I’ll post designs next week. Hopefully that won’t be my unfinished business. Because that’s why I’m starting this series. To finish a dream I’ve started. To leave behind a legacy. To capture my own moment of time. When I became a Ghostbusters fan.

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lasthopehq · 8 months

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[ pedro pascal, 45, ezrah ryder ] the newest test subject is strapped in and ready for launch. ezrah ryder is landing on the lunar base in t-minus 24 hours. they have gained access to the colony by promising employment upon landing. initial reports suggest the subject will bring combat (close + distance) skills to the colony due to their previous occupation as solider + private security. please note, this subject chose to be on this mission because he has no family or friends to lose, no strings attached and is tired of life as it is. data shows the test subject is protective, strong-willed, and loyal but their success might be hindered by being short-tempered, grumpy, and callous. do we have confirmation for launch?

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Love is more than a feeling - it’s a choice.

(child abuse tw, abuse tw, violence mention tw) Everybody would have to make that choice for themselves, some daily - some weekly. Some decided to never choose at all, but Ezrah understood early on that his father had chosen not to love him. No, it wasn’t just that. He’d chosen to despise him, which weighed much heavier on a child’s heart than a simple lack of parental affection. But then again, love never really had been part of Ramon Ortega’s own personal little dictionary. Maybe once upon a time he felt something for Ezrah's mother, but whatever that feeling had been - Ezrah doubted it’d been love even back then, it died when Victoria Ryder found out she was pregnant.

One would think both parents lived happily ever after when they found out God had blessed them with a child after years of trying, but no… not this time. Not Ramon and Victoria. The reason for that was … uncomfortable for all parties involved and yet somewhat amusing. Ramon was not a good man, never had been. Rumor had it he was born with a knife in his hands. Nonsense, but .. not untrue. He had no love in him, for nobody - probably not even himself. So when his wife announced she was six months pregnant upon her husband's homecoming a few weeks prior, when Ramon had not set a foot out of jail in over two years, one might suspect … unfair play. It wasn’t .. that, per se, but it also was. Victoria hadn’t been happy with Ramon in years, had only stayed with him, because she was afraid of the repercussions if she tried to leave her violently abusive husband’s side, so when a handsome stranger began to give her attention and affection, who could blame her for falling for him? Right? Ramon sure did.

Ezrah was born at home, with only his mother and a friend nearby - the longest night Victoria ever had, but it all went well. He was born healthy, happy - at least for a few months and it could’ve been even better than that, but despite Ramon’s rather vehement urging, she decided to raise her son herself instead of giving him up for adoption. She didn’t want him to land in the system. So close to freedom, yet so far. He knew that, in hindsight, she regretted her decision, but never quite found bravery within her to admit as much. And Ramon? Oh, he made sure to let the boy that wasn’t his blood know he was merely tolerated in his own home.

Growing up and being told over and over again that you never should’ve been born, that you were wrong and that the world would be better off without you …. did quite a bit to a child’s psyche. Some would retreat, some would falter, some would hide within themselves. And then … there were those kids like Ezrah. Those who lashed out. At everything. Everybody. But most of all other kids. In kindergarten he was deemed a wild child, scolded and sent home with a letter for his loving parents, who - in response locked him in his room, or - when the caretakers demanded either of his parents come in for a chat, his closet. Ramon believed in violence, so that’s what Ezrah thought was a natural way to react to .. everything.

Life didn’t get better in school. Not for a while at least. Ramon refused to accept Ezrah as his son, despite the obvious similarities in characteristics (the violence), his mother was too afraid to step in, so life continued as was, only that - with the boy growing older and therefore more violent in nature, Ramon decided it was time to discipline his son and teach him the respect he was lacking - according to him. Safe to say a belt, or fists did not fix Ezrah's anger management issues. Neither did the School Therapist, though mostly because Ezrah refused to speak. He did so, generally. Be it in school, at home, anywhere. He wasn’t much of a talker, though, until he was expected to express himself in school .. nobody ever really noticed, or cared. Most of the boy’s life had been fantasy in his own mind, words weren’t needed for that. His mind .. was quite demanding in general, always running high, pondering every decision he made, wondering if it had been the right one after all.

Split lips, bruises.. he’d had plenty of those, but when he literally broke his hand on another kid’s face, authorities were alerted for the first time, but nothing came of it. It was written off as ADHD, a lack of impulse control and he’d have to see the Therapist once a week. None of that helped. Instead of going home after school, he’d spend the afternoons outside, wandering, stealing, picking fights until a fight picked him. He almost died that day, but woke up in a hospital bed.

Eight years old and he’d already seen the other side. With the abuse clear as day, child services stepped in and once released, he was taken out of his family and tossed into the system after all. Ezrah went from group homes to Camp for Bad Boys interchangeably until he was seventeen years old. Still, without complete isolation and abuse, being away from home for an extended duration did wonders to his psyche, although he never quite made it out of that violent rage he grew up in.

The summer of his eighteen’s birthday, Ezrah was sent into the world to live life on his own. All of his life he’d been told what to do, what he was capable of and who he never would be. Now … for the first time he didn’t know what’d come next. And honestly, he.. didn’t like it. He knew he was only good at one thing, though. Fists and blood. Although, whatever rage-fueled smashing he’d called fighting as he grew up… didn’t cut it. It lacked pretty much everything, so .. mostly to satisfy his own need for perfection, but also to spite all those who wanted to see him fail, Ramon mostly, he enlisted in the Army.

Fast forward to the end of that adventure. Safe to say the Army did him well. The discipline Ramon failed to teach him… came naturally in a controlled environment. Ezrah.. saw much during those years death, blood, experienced loss. He got the whole shebang, but made it out mostly unscathed himself. Physically anyway, but then again there wasn’t much more to mess with on that end. Back home, Ezrah found himself in a world he knew even less than before, but he found work in Private Security and .. he tried to live life as normally as possible.

Love is more than a feeling - it’s a choice.

Ezrah chose not to love, ever. He chose eternal solitude. Partially because he didn’t know how to love, but also because he knew that any child he might sire would grow up the way he did. Alone, lost, afraid, angry. And then he found out early on, suppressed or not, that he had absolutely zero interest in women. Ezrah knew he was better off alone. Happy? Overstatement, but he was content. Over the years he'd built himself quite a good reputation in the Private Security sector, which was when he was offered an opportunity he never thought he'd even be considered for.

Protect a colony on Mars, be part of an experiment - ensure the possible survival of the human race even after Earth. He didn't have a lot to lose, did he?

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ashiokserasure · 10 months

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TW: GENUINE CULT TRAUMA TALK, LONG VENT!!!

Can people stop calling everything a cult like. Antis are not a cult. Your toxic friendship group was not a cult. That small church you went to as a kid that said “gay is bad” is not a cult. Something can be bad without being a cult it’s that simple. Cults destroy your life, they destroy your family, your friendships, your stability, everything. Some teen on the internet saying “plz don’t draw child porn” is not part of a ‘purity cult’.

As someone who grew up in a cult it really bewilders me to see what people consider a cult on tumblr nowadays. The trauma from what I went through is going to stick with me forever and ever, I wasn’t a human being, I was an object. I believed my future was going to be married to my youth group leader over 10 years older than me, we were told that if you don’t satisfy your partner whenever they wanted then there’s something wrong with you and that your husband will cheat on you. All our money belonged to them, when I was 9 my mother realised she couldn’t pay for our shopping anymore, I remember following her outside, leaving the trolley of our necessities at the till, and standing with her as she cried. My dad had given all the money to them, and they didn’t care. The elder said “well, it’s your own fault for being too greedy, if you gave to us freely, then god will bless you”.

We had to house people who had no money because of them, I had old men sleeping in my bed, going through my things whilst I slept on the floor in the dark downstairs.

My parents stopped talking when I was 10/11, they didn’t even have enough money to divorce and move out so for 10 years one slept in the living room on the sofa whilst the other slept in their bedroom. Because my mother wasnt a member anymore I was raised to despise her, I didn’t even consider her mum mother for a long time because of how I’d been conditioned. Having friendships outside of the group was shunned unless we were bringing our friends in to join and become members themselves.

You had to get permission from an elder to be in a relationship, so many of the marriages that happened were between 18/19 year old girls and 30+ year old men. I was constantly asked if I’m spiritually ready for a partner, and being told I was growing into a powerful young woman ready for marriage since I was about 15.

Even now, as I’m in a somewhat safe space staying at my mothers house and avoiding going, I’m still bombarded by members coercing me to come back, saying that if I go to other churches that it’s sinful because they aren’t teaching the right things. If I had gone through the membership program and given them all my contact info I’m sure it would have been a lot worse but thankfully I didn’t.

I should also mention that I did not realise i was even in a cult until the pandemic hit and after being able to mentally rest and think about it, it’s all struck me how horrible the organisation was and just how much they’d ruined my life. I was being so worn down by having to go and be a part of constant meetings and events where they shovelled more and more of their agenda down my throat that I only had time to sit back and realise how awful they were when going out was completely shut down.

They tried to hold constant zoom meetings which I got out of however I dealt with the most explosive rage from my dad who had been so warped by them, I don’t think he even realised that he cared more about looking good in their eyes than his own children .

It wasn’t a quick snap out of it either, it took a long time to develop healthier thinking habits and I still relapse into what they taught me from time to time.

This turned into a full cult vent that nobody will read but I’m just so tired of peoples watered down idea of what a cult is. And this is like barely scraping the surface of everything i went through, there’s so much I didn’t include but I don’t want this post to be like 5 years long LOL.

Idk, but if anyone else went through something like this and wants to talk or laugh about fucked up stuff hmu!

#cult #cults #trauma #vent #religion #religious trauma #trigger #trigger warning #grooming

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gametrick13 · 2 years

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lollytea · 2 years

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My fun spooky scary OCs, the Santos-Umbra family!! Designed by @ask-artsy-oncie who made them look SO cool!!

I took a lot of inspo from the Addams family and the Munsters (obviously) but also stuff like Billy and Mandy, Edgar and Ellen, Scooby Doo and the Ghoul School etc. Anything with weird monstrous kids just living day to day lives.

Some info about each family member

Paul Santos - What can be said about Paul really? He is a simple man. As mentioned above, he likes to grill and mow the lawn and he probably plays really old Rock n’ Roll in his car way too loud when he pulls up to the kids’ school. He collects 70s-80s memorabilia and is currently learning to knit. He is not very good at it but he figures he’ll improve some before winter when he’ll need to start churning out a bunch of little hats and mittens. His family knows full well that these garments will be terrible but they also know that they will be wearing them anyway as not to hurt Paul’s feelings.

Paul strongly believes that the reason to be alive is to find joy and help others along in finding their joy, whether it be through humour, affection or an ear to listen. This was the disposition that convinced his wife, Venus, that he was a keeper.

He’s always wanted a big family but he never expected....a family like this. But hey, life is all about taking left turns and he couldn’t be happier with how things turned out. Paul doesn’t always understand his non-human kids. He doesn’t know much about vampires or werewolves or any of that stuff but he knows about love, so he’ll live and he’ll learn and he’ll love. And hopefully he’ll do a halfway decent job.

Venus Umbra - A true lady of mystery. Is she a vampire? A ghost? A witch? Something far more frightening entirely? Nobody really knows for sure. (Except her lovely husband of course but he’s not gonna go blabbing about his wife’s business.) Some believe she dresses herself in shadows, that she eats the hearts of men to keep herself alive, that she was summoned to this world via some taboo ritual. If you ask her about any of this, she’ll just smile secretively, shrug and say “I’m a mom~” and she’s not wrong.

One thing for certain is that Venus is not human and this has certainly had an impact on her life. She spent her entire childhood being passed around the foster care system but never managing to find her forever home. Potential families found something so eerily off about her that no one ever wanted her in their house for long. Venus promised herself that when she was grown she would take in children that were like her, so they wouldn’t have to feel that sort of rejection and over and over again. And she did just that! :)

Venus is a lot more equipped to handling her childrens’ “monster-y” problems than Paul but she still struggles when it comes to their “kid/teen” dilemmas, which Paul excels at. She’s not much of a people person and isn’t very good at making friends in this squeaky clean suburban neighbourhood. But she’s in the adapting phase.

Killian (Age 15) - The oldest kid, a baby grim reaper with some crazy levels of power over death. When he was younger, he was an absolute terror. He really sold the whole “hellspawn child” thing and was constantly raising the dead and scaring the absolute fuck out of his classmates.

But now that Killian is a teenager and he’s calmed the FUCK down and has basically decided “Ok enough being evil I want to be loved now” so he’s trying his absolute best to keep his head down and fit in at school and be a normal kid but obviously he’s still very eccentric and naturally spooky and now that he’s not actively trying to use his death powers, it’s become harder to control it so he’s struggling a lot with this whole “being a normal kid” thing.

And also his little siblings keep dragging him into trouble because OF COURSE they need his powers for their shenanigans.

Killian is very insecure about being seen as scary and it’s sort of affecting to ability to be the person he wants to be. Fortunately, he has Elroy, his best friend who is scared of everything remotely creepy. But not of Killian, he would never be scared of Killian <3

Zosia (Age 12) and Nikolai (Age 11) - A baby werewolf and a baby vampire respectively.

Zosia is prim, proper, sophisticated, studious and is absolutely hell bent on causing as much problems in this town as she is capable of. A Disney Villain in the making. She’s training to become a witch and her spells are coming along excellently. (There is very little Zosia is bad at. Except being nice.)

She is usually the one behind and in charge of most of their evil little plots but she is also a very fluffy little puppy dog girl and her dad has a very hard time staying mad at her. Even when she commits atrocities.

Zosia has naturally acidic tongue and uses it on everyone, even her own family. She can be dismissive of them at best and outright disgusted by them at worst. And yet, by this stage, her family has come to understand her strange love language. She is furiously loyal and protective of her siblings and still likes to have Venus sing to her and Paul read her a story every night. And that’s not even mentioning Nikolai, her best friend in the world.

Nikolai is just a very fun very very energetic vampire who likes to dye their hair wild colours and talk about anime but also they are here for the chaos. They don’t have the same diabolical drive that Zosia has but they’re prone to boredom so they’re often like “Yeah, sure, I’ll help you summon an eldritch abomination to unleash on the town. That sounds wild and I wanna see how that plays out.”

They are very much the sibling that deliberately pesters the others the most. Nik is annoying all the goddamn time but especially with Zosia who they annoy to the point that she’s screaming at them. And yet for whatever reason Nik and Zosia are constantly a duo. They’re just as much of a trouble maker as her so they work as a team. Together they are fucking unstoppable.

Nikolai has a fascination bordering on obsession with humans depiction of monsters, especially vampires. They have gathered as many forms of media as possible, from the original Dracula novel to Twilight. They are a walking encyclopedia on the topic. Please ask them their opinions. Please for the love of God they are dying to talk about their opinions.

Lizzy (Age 5) - The most stereotypically “creepy child” who is unnervingly polite, speaks in a monotone voice, stares at you with huge unfathomable eyes and tells you the time and date you’re gonna die and shit like that. But that’s just her way of making conversation.

She means no harm whatsoever. She’s probably the sweetest of all the kids and doesn’t have a lot of evil in her. Unless it’s stuff like not wanting to eat her vegetables or being picked on at school. Then it’s like the fucking exorcist. Horrifying screaming, shit flying all over the room, the gates of Hell opening up. But that’s just Mog'drannel (Age ???) the demon who channels itself through Lizzy, either using her body to communicate or choosing to take up residence in her doll. They don’t really mean any harm either but they don’t like it when anybody is mean to Lizzy. They can usually be pacified by peanut butter sandwiches.

Cobra (infant) - Paul and Venus don’t know exactly where Cobra came from or what he is but he has snake eyes, a forked tongue and venomous fangs (which he has had since he was born weirdly enough) so they thought the name was charmingly fitting.

There are allegedly prophecies all over the place about this child being the anti-Christ but his parents are all like “eh maybe? It’s too early to tell. We’ll see. Maybe he’ll be a dentist, who knows. We’ll support him in whatever he decides to do.” And people are like “he is LITERALLY an abomination. His bite has killed people” and they’re like “that doesn’t prove anything.”

Be nice to Cobra. Sometimes he plagues the neighbours with terrible misfortunate if their loud music or leaf blowers wake him up from a nap. (Allegedly. It can’t be proven that he was responsible for anything.)

#OC #OCs #original character #character design #original work #writers on tumblr #The Santos-Umbras

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years

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I’m not sure if anyone requested this yet, but can you write some sweet headcanons where Malleus, Vil, Riddle, Azul and f!s/o bond with their child? Like they've all graduated from NRC and they're adults and parents now. Thanks Raven!

Curiouser and Curiouser...

As the ruling family of the Valley of Thorns, you are often busy with political and economic affairs. One day, your child will become the next monarch, so they follow you around to important meetings (when they’re not with their royal tutors) and sit in to watch you and father work. This way, they are able to learn while also spending time with their parents.

A beloved family past time is taking a stroll in the palace gardens, hand in hand--your child holding one of yours, and one of dad’s. Malleus knows just what their favorite flower is, and sometimes does little magic tricks to get them to giggle--a shower of petals, or perhaps making all of their favorite flowers bloom in unison.

Sometimes Malleus joins his child for their lessons! It can be boring studying history books or practicing the violin alone, so he might read aloud to them, or take up a string instrument himself to show them the ropes!

Malleus also joins his child for the occasional spar. Of course, he never really goes all-out, but he does try to push them to think quick on their feet. Each battle tends to end with Malleus lying on the floor and pretending he has been “slain”--and when his child cautiously approaches to check on him, Malleus strikes back by tickling them until they’re squealing with laughter.

He knows it can be hard to get a grasp on magic, so when the first sparks start to appear in his child, he makes the time to help them control it. Malleus keeps mint candies in his robes to help cool fiery belches, and he kindly guides his child through shifting from humanoid to dragon and back.

There’s always ice-cream--the king’s favorite treat--on hand! He loves to share it with his child (especially if they’ve expelled a fiery burp earlier). Malleus constructs large and elaborate sundae boats to surprise them after a long day of their studies.

Malleus’s imposing height actually makes him the perfect playground for his child! They love to cling to his back or ride his shoulders, all while reaching up for the sky--which they hope to one day soar through with their father.

His status as an A-list celebrity tends to keep Vil away from home for extended periods of time, but he keeps in touch with his beloved family! That means lots of video calls with you and his child--and it makes all the moments you do spend together all the more meaningful. (Your child has a habit of pointing at magazine covers and the TV screen whenever they see their father on.)

Whenever Vil returns from work, he typically has a gift in hand for his child. It could be merchandise from whatever brand he has partnered with at the moment, a souvenir from abroad, or a plushie, flowers, or candy from his fans. It always brings a smile to his kid’s face--because their dad is thinking of them, even when they aren’t together.

Vil’s his child’s greatest supporter. He believes they can do anything they set their mind to, and he actively encourages them to work hard toward those goals. No matter how busy he is, Vil will show up to every sports game, every dance recital, every awards show his child is in.

He takes his child on lots of outings! The movies, restaurants, parks, spas, stores... anywhere, really! He thinks it is important for his child to see and experience as much of the world as they can--and besides, he loves doing anything and everything with them.

Vil allows his child to dig into his vanity and wardrobe for things to use for playing dress-up! He’ll sit at the kitchen counter and pretend to be a commentator as his child struts out in various outfits and looks they’ve thrown together.

Occasionally, Vil will sit down and let his kid make him “absolutely beautiful” with his own cosmetics. There’s a whole photo album in your phone of your husband in crooked lipstick and liner, or wildly messy eyeshadow, courtesy of your child.

If they have trouble sleeping, Vil will read a fairy tale to them--and he’ll crack a little smile when his child tells him he’s like the prince in the story. Other times, he’ll sing lullabies to soothe them. When they’ve, at last, settled into sleep, Vil will brush their hair aside and kiss them on the forehead, wishing them sweet dreams.

Riddle is stern, but not emotionally closed off. He has sworn to never be like the tyrant his mother was to him in his youth. Though he may be upset when his child does an oopsie, he takes a deep breath, brings himself down to eye level with them, and calmly explains why it is he feels the way he does. Together, they’ll talk out their feelings and find a compromise that works for both of them.

He plays tea party with his child, even going out of his way to properly address each of their stuffed animals by their full name and title. Riddle sits down in a small plastic chair and pretends to sip his “tea” (cola heavily diluted with water) and eat his “scones and sandwiches” (colored clay cut into lopsided triangles).

They look after the family pets--a pair of hedgehogs--together. Riddle shows hid child where the hedgehogs like to be scratched, and how to properly hold them and bathe them. They love to give the hedgehogs their food, the lie on their bellies and proper their faces up to watch the pets eat.

He sits down with them to help with their homework. If there’s something they don’t understand, Riddle can talk them through it--though he won’t just spout out the answer. He wants his child to be able to think critically for themselves--he’s there to provide a little nudge, if needed.

Riddle and his child often experiment in the kitchen. He’s sure to pick simple, kid-friendly and easy recipes, and makes sure that his kid follows proper safety precautions. They serve you up the dishes they make, from fruit sandwiches to pasta salads to no-bake cheesecakes.

Whenever he’s eating something with strawberries on it, he offers the fruit to his child, since he knows they also enjoy them. They typically banter back and forth a bit before agreeing to split the strawberries in half so both of them can enjoy~

He often takes his child out on strolls through the neighborhood so they can see what life is like outside of the house. If some neighborhood kids want to play with them, Riddle lets his child run freely--he’ll just keep a careful eye on them from a distance.

Like their father, your child is ambitious and intelligent for their age. You can often find them trying to negotiate with their father for various things: later bed times, more allowance for the week, cake for dessert instead of fruit tonight... Azul usually still wins in the end, but he’s a good sport about it and allows the conversations to drag on a little to encourage his kid to put together a coherent argument.

Speaking of allowance, Azul is sure to make sure his child earns that money through various small acts, like doing the dishes or taking out the trash. That’s part of how he shows his love: by instilling values of fairness and working hard into his kid. He also does his part to teach them about the benefits healthy eating and exercise, so his kid can live a long and healthy life!

His child sometimes surprises him at his workplace. Whenever that happens, Azul grants them their own special table in the corner and serves them himself. There’s plenty of free finger foods and endless refills for them, but he’ll gently scold them if they run the risk of overeating or indulging in too many unhealthy foods.

Azul takes his child to the pool or to the beach to swim! He’s notably less enthusiastic about it if he has to do so in his true form, but he’ll do it if his child begs enough. They’re fascinated by his many arms--and to be honest, they come in handy when Azul needs to make a quick rescue or prevent them from drifting too far out on their own. When they’re old enough, Azul holds their hand, and they dive deep to explore the depths.

When the winter comes, Azul personally secures his child in a scarf and several other warm layers before sending them out into the cold. The Coral Sea can get to frigid temperatures during these times of the year, and he tends to worry for his child’s wellbeing and health because of it.

Azul doesn’t give his child gifts often (he wants them to be appreciative for what they already have), but when he does, they are generous ones--a big kitchen playset, a cash register with tons of play money, a lightning-magic powered car they can actually ride in...

Family board game night! Azul has a cabinet full of tabletop card games and board games specifically for these occasions. Monopoly in particular is especially... stiff competition. There’s betrayal and drama around every corner, but you still have tons of fun regardless.

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