#so we should all do our part to teach children how to be safe
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I am against KOSA, I dislike COPPA for the same reason.
KOSA is proposed (at least on the surface) and COPPA exists because parents have stopped properly raising their children. I see it on the servers I administrate, Children, no older than 8 are swearing and revealing extremely personal information, not just because the Internet is inherently unsafe, but also because they weren't taught HOW to be safe.
And the reason this law even went into consideration is because parents refuse to change.
Yell and scream all you like, Deep down, I know I'm right, because I've SEEN it. Children Doxx themselves.
#serious post#COPPA#KOSA#the internet is a scary place#so we should all do our part to teach children how to be safe
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love letters and second sons | part 1.
Summary: The princess is finally ready to debut in society. But before she does, she decides to disguise herself and see the true faces of the ton.
Author's Note: Hello! Yes, I'm here with a wip before finishing my other stuff. The Bridgerton girlies have got me. Congratulations to you all. So before you read this, please read: I Hate Accidents by @i-hate-accidents AND Over The Garden Wall by @homeofthepeculiar AND The Ultimate Deception by @maximoff-pan. These stories are some of my favorites and really inspired this fic.
Warnings for the Series: light sexism in line with the times, light classism in line with the times, mental health stigma, shitty doctor care, smut, suicide attempt (will get it's own warning when the time comes),
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x princess!reader
Word Count: 5.4k
Author's Note: To those who have read my other works, you'll notice that the author Mercutio's stories are something special
My Dearest Ton and Wonderful United Kingdom,
I am pleased to welcome you all to the start of another social season. Of course, people love and look for love all year round but each year the season just seems to invite love to blossom. I hope all of you find the match to your souls. Marriage is a business but can it not have love as well? A business built with love surely must be a business that tries to last. I ask our respectful citizens and subjects of the United Kingdom to make love a part of their search.
I would also like to ask about businesses that do not involve marriage or love. How are you? In the business of health, is everyone safe from all sickness? In the business of finance, does everyone have enough to eat and clothe themselves without falling into poverty? Are businesses afloat even if only by a small margin? How are you? Truly, I want to know. If you would like to write to me, please do so. The royal mailboxes should still be in perfect condition.
Of course, if you have something urgent then I am sorry but you must come to the palace and request an audience. My valets hold all letters for a day or a few out of safety for everyone. But rest assured, I read every letter once received.
I would also like to say that I can feel the winds of the ton calling me to grace their presence and to stop being rude by ignoring them. Naturally, the wind is very rude to say this and then cut through my dress and chill my bones even when it is snowing. But I digress, the wind is right. The time for introduction must be soon. And a lovely time that will be. I cannot wait to meet you all.
Yours truly,
A Not So Young Anymore Youngest Princess Y/N Hanover (Truly, I need a proper surname and not just the name of my father’s house)
My Dearest Ton and Wonderful United Kingdom,
Would you like to know what I have learned yesterday? I know the Americas are still a touchy subject for some but I hope you don’t mind me talking about it, just to share my studies. Philadelphia is the center of American debate. So many great men (and women that have probably gone unnamed but aided their counterparts in their quest of education) have lived and are currently still living there.
Going to America simply for a debate sounds terribly dreadful. But what if we had one here that wasn’t relegated to just the universities. An entire city becoming a center of debate seems incredibly foolish, not to mention disruptive to its current residents, but buildings of debate do not seem like a bad idea.
Even if some feel like they aren’t smart enough, they should participate. Ideas are nurtured by sharing them. May some debates lead to great compromise and understanding and maybe even propositions for laws.
I, for one, debate with my father every day on which science is the most important to teach to young children and which science can wait until university should they like to pursue that path. He believes all of it. I believe that medicinal science is too much for a young mind and they only need to be taught how to mind their health until they can understand better. What do you think? I am delighted to hear your opinions. Maybe mine will be swayed.
Yours Truly,
Youngest Princess Y/N Buckingham (I am trying out new surnames until one I like sticks)
My Dearest Ton and Wonderful United Kingdom,
I apologize if my stance may be radical but nothing in society ever got done if the start wasn’t a little radical. I believe that young women should be properly taught about relations… let me just say it, sex. Not when they are children, no, but when they are about to debut. Consider it. You all know that as a royal, despite being a woman, I have been taught all things. Everyone is aware that I know what sex is. But if I and my sisters were taught sex so that we may be aware of malicious advances and be able to protect our virtue first rather than waiting for our virtues to be saved by someone and risk them being too late, then others should as well. Therefore, I implore all mothers and governesses to teach their young ladies about to debut what sex is. And to fathers who may be without wives, please find any woman to teach your daughters.
I shall return with more radical ideas for a better and more prosperous United Kingdom.
Yours truly,
Youngest Princes Y/N Kew
The printed letters delivered to London, had everyone enthralled in the early morning. Some people that lived close enough to the central town square didn’t bother with the prints and went straight to the wooden pin board there to look at the princess’ handwriting on the original letters. Whenever the Young Princess or the author Mercutio Quick wrote, people stopped and paid attention.
Princess Y/N was the people’s princess. The one who listened to their complaints and wasn’t cheap on her charitable acts. She was so much like her father, Farmer George. Even with his illness he still ran a good country… when he was in charge. So much better than her eldest brother, George IV. Then again, any royal sibling was better than their eldest brother, even if only by a very small percentage. Everyday the public hoped another child would challenge George the Younger. They would rally their support behind them.
They were hoping that any day George IV’s daughter, Charlotte, would have an heir. If she was pregnant then it would be so easy for the public to support her and convince either George IV to step down or convince Parliament to present a motion to King George. They would have a ruler and an heir. Charlotte the Younger would be the easiest transition for George IV to understand.
But neither her father nor husband seemed to care about the lack of heir. But the thought of succession and coups and duels was forgotten for a moment to read the Young Princess’ letters welcoming them to the new social season with new balls, debutantes, and drama.
In the Bridgerton house, the family ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. They were trying to get ready to present Daphne to the Queen while also trying to read the Young Princess’ letters. Benedict laughed as he slapped his copy of the letters.
“Mother would have a fit if she had to speak with Daphne about sex.”
“I’m surprised she would even suggest such a thing,” Colin said as he returned to reading the first letter, thinking he might actually write to the Young Princess about his familial concerns and wanting to travel desperately but being unsure about leaving them.
Eloise finally smiled as she came downstairs with the rest of her siblings. “I for one think it’s rather refreshing. She is right. Our mamas should be teaching us more than just how to meet the Queen… Daphne! You must make haste! Do you think she heard me?”
Colin rolled his eyes. “She most certainly did. But on the matter of the princess, what is wrong with a woman’s husband teaching her about sex?”
“Everything is wrong with that.”
“Hmm.”
He looked down to reread the paper, wondering if he could understand what the princess actually meant. Even though the letters were left at home, talk of the princess never ceased. How could it? The monarchy’s youngest princess might actually be joining them. Everyone wanted to know what she would look like, not in the face of course. Even her fourth brother didn’t take off his mask until after five months of being introduced to society and he was the shortest time it took to see the royal children’s face.
“Do you think she will be tall like her eldest sister or short? Plump?” Eloise asked as their carriages started their way towards the palace. “I’d imagine I’d be very lovely and plump if I could be stuck in a palace all day with the most wonderful food imaginable. Not that anyone should ever value a woman based on her body but Penelope has stated that her sisters are terribly upset because all the dress makers have started saying that plump is going to be in fashion once again in only a few years time and by the time they become plump it’ll be out of fashion again.”
Daphne looked out the window. “I wonder if she’ll look like the Queen or the King. Oh, what makeup do you think she’ll wear? What mask did she have created for herself? When do you think we’ll actually see her face?”
Violet touched the knees of all her girls. “Whatever she is like, do not be rude and gawk. The poor thing will already have the vultures’ eyes on her all night. If she even comes out tonight. Perhaps it will be at a ball this week. That would be quite a fantastic introduction. I do hope she at least meets us this season.”
Francesca smiled. “I imagine her dance card would be quite full.”
“She’d have bracelets of dance cards going up to her arm,” Daphne agreed.
“But she isn’t coming into society yet. She’s just introducing herself to us,” Eloise said.
“She’s still a princess royal. A very well-known one at that. There’s no way the men would pass on an opportunity to dance with her. They’d want to start making their intentions known now, get ahead of everyone else.”
The boys’ carriage was speaking of a different matter entirely. The princess and Mercutio had written to the ton at the same time. With the presentation to the Queen taking up so much of the day, most people wouldn’t be able to read his work until later that evening. Colin and Benedict simply couldn’t wait. Colin sat with his brother as he drove the carriage and read the story out loud:
“Arsehole,” Cecilia muttered.
Ignoring the sharp stinging of her backside, she hopped off the bed to find something to put on. All she needed to accomplish was getting back to her room, clothed. She knew there must have been some spare clothes in their dressers. It was just a matter of sorting through which garments were hers and which belonged to the others. She had been sorely mistaken to ignore the three members of nobility behind her, thinking they hadn’t heard her.
Lovell scrunched up his face, resembling a rat. “Is receiving another punishment something you really care for? Because this attitude you’ve acquired is going to earn you one.”
“Piss off.”
“Is that any way to talk to your dominants?” Madison asked, adjusting herself in Tommy’s arms.
Cecilia scoffed as she walked towards the door, placing one hand on the doorknob. “Lavender.”
The other three faces fell at the use of that forbidden word. Cecilia’s hand reached up ever so gently and wiped away tears. She wondered if the tears were for her former lovers or for finally realizing her mind was deluded to think she would be with anyone above her station such as Lovell.
“I don’t want this anymore.”
“Cecilia.”
“You never believe that I don’t enjoy breaking our established rules. You only listen to Madison.”
“Cecilia.”
“It is clear you both like her more than you desire me. I am down.”
“Cecilia.”
“You shall see me around this manor, doing my job as I always have. But that is the extent of our relationship.”
“Please, just give u—”
“Good day, Lord Parham. Lord Newall, Lady Wilcher.”
“Riveting,” Colin said as he finished reading. “Mr. Mercutio has done it again.”
Benedict nodded. “Indeed he has. I was a bit worried when he announced that he wanted to dabble in the themes of erotic pleasures in his stories but this was just as enjoyable as all the others.”
“Agree… Oh, it says here that they have earned a publishing deal. The penny stories will still come out once a week, chapter by chapter but readers can also purchase a book if they would like to keep the story properly or are in a rush to read it. I for one will be buying the books.”
“I second that.”
“I wonder what his next story will be about. Actually, no, I wonder what our dear sisters and mothers can be talking about.”
“The princess, no doubt.”
”Do you think any of our brothers will approach?” Eloise asked in the women’s carriage, more to herself than anything.
That made Hyacinth’s face light up. “If one of them marries the princess does that mean we get to be princesses too?”
“As if any of our brothers even could or want to.” Francesca pulled her face away from the window.
“If anyone is going to bring them to the marriage mart,” Daphne started as she fanned herself. “It would be the princess. Anthony would be a good match for her.”
Violet laughed, thinking of the idea. “A viscount and a princess are a perfect match.”
All talk of the princess stopped as they approached. The worst thing that could happen could be a footman overhearing them and mistaking their speech for malicious gossip rather than light-natured and report it to the princess or the queen or even worse, King George himself. They would forever be ostracized from society.
From upstairs, you watched from a window where you knew no one could see you even if they looked up. How you desperately wanted to be down there. All the men were dressed up and looking like penguins. Handsome they were but still penguin-like in silhouette. And the women’s dresses. Some, while upper class, were of a lower social standing and wore older dresses that looked just as gorgeous as the empire and rather shapeless dresses of today.
But today was not your day. You actually weren’t sure when your day would be. Your mother and father let their children choose when they would be introduced to society. Of course you all had to wait for a certain age and it had to be a date at the start of the social season but you could pick the day. And unlike your last sibling, you wanted it to be at a ball instead of the selection of the Diamonds. You didn’t even care which ball it would be. Perhaps it was selfish but you did want a day all to yourself or at least a day with you as the main focus. But that wasn’t this year. Or any year perhaps.
You were excited to finally leave the walls of the palace if you were allowed, having proven yourself capable of not causing an incident. Unfortunately, you couldn’t say you had proven yourself without illness. You weren’t that lucky. You and all your siblings were locked inside until the royal physicians could observe and confirm that you weren’t sick with whatever madness your father had. They didn’t have to observe you. That was also why you picked a ball instead of today. You wanted to prove you didn’t need a chaperone literally holding your elbow. You wanted freedom like your siblings. Freedom to explore that you weren’t sure would get because of your illness.
After a nearly fatal drowning in the lake — an event your siblings still get chewed out for at least once a month — you started showing symptoms like George did. For you it wasn’t about if you would be as sick like your father. It was about how bad and how quickly the illness would get.
You didn’t get to see George as often as the others. The doctors thought you shouldn’t be around him for prolonged periods of time unless it was after an episode. They thought that too much exposure would make you more like him instead of better. They wanted to send him to Kew but you promised that you wouldn’t go to his quarters as long as he got to stay at Buckingham.
Charlotte, silly as it may have been, had hope. They caught your sickness early. Nine was a very young age to almost go mad. Maybe you could be saved from a cruel fate unlike George. They were too late for him but not for you. Of course this only brought jealousy from your siblings who didn’t feel like they got as much affection anymore. Every time you even twitched, it became about you. They could never hate you. It wasn’t like you asked to be sick. But it was hard to be around you. Everyday visits became once a week. Still, you cherished those visits. Like the one yesterday. They expressed their sympathies and hopefulness that you would get to introduce yourself and maybe it could even be this year or maybe this month.
You could have scoffed. After what you did just two days ago, you were unsure. The daylight came into your room before you were prepared for it and you had been convinced that Buckingham was on fire. You couldn’t be calmed down until you jumped into the water fully clothed. Immediately, you pulled yourself out of the trance but no one really cared. The royal physician had been called anyway and you had ruined all chances of attending the presentation to the Queen.
“Your Highness!” a voice disturbed your thoughts and your eyes from looking at your siblings’ carriages leave in the morning. Your lady-in-waiting approached you with a paper, an entire pamphlet. “It’s already spread through the ton like a fire. We haven’t read it yet. We figured new literature would be a treat for you.”
“Thank you, Pandora. Shall we read it in the kitchens this morning when we return home?”
“Not your room?”
“I’m so terribly sick of my room and the washroom and the balcony and the bedroom.”
“You are getting restless.”
“It’s only a matter of time. Maybe even tomorrow it’ll happen. And soon it will only be a couple of years at most before the mask is gone. By the way,” you said as the two started to leave. “Did you hear about the Feather girl that fainted? Is she alright?”
“Oh yes, she’s fine.”
“Good. Have someone send flowers to her tomorrow with an inquiry about her wellbeing after taking such a tumble. Oh and no flowers to the Diamond. I want to meet her myself one day. Now, let’s read about this… Lady Whistledown. She already sounds like an interesting woman.”
Interesting it was indeed. The maids and kitchen staff hung onto your every word as you read the pamphlet. You weren’t exactly sure how you felt about the pamphlet yet but Pandora was right about one thing. It was literature. Lady Whistledown seemed bold enough to list subjects by name. By their entire name as if she wasn’t afraid of any repercussions. You supposed she wouldn’t be since Whistledown was obviously not her real name.
It wasn’t the subject of what she published that bothered you. A lot of it was standard gossip that goes around during the social season but it was her personal opinion. She almost seemed to want the ladies she wrote about to have miserable ends like inquiring about Daphne Bridergton’s flame burning out quickly. The lady must know that what she published could ruin a reputation. Gossip is no longer gossip when publicly written down. It has the potential to become fact.
You slapped the pamphlet against your hand. “Well, I suppose Mercutio Quick from York will no longer be the entertainment of the ton. Sad, and right as I earned a publishing deal too. Perhaps, I should take up a different art. Like making dresses for all my days or learning to play the harp and cello properly so it sounds better than a dying whale according to my brothers.”
The cook shook his head. “Your stories are very entertaining. Even Lady Whistledown couldn’t stop that.”
“Thank you for saying that. I am rather jealous that she is penning under a woman.”
“But you have chosen a name based on your favorite characters, have you not?”
“I have but maybe I should’ve chosen better. This Lady Whistledown might be making more change for women then I hope to accomplish.”
At this, the staff scoffed. Pandora cleaned up your dishes from the kitchen island in front of you.
“Your Highness, with the utmost respect, you are the one who is going to do more for women than this Whistledown. Everybody already wants someone other than your kind brother on the throne. They’re all praying your niece gives them any child so they may protest for her with the added benefit of an heir. They love her and what you write about in your letters make her seem even better. Hell, they love you and they don’t even know you. They listen to you. And with your words, Princess Charlotte the Younger will be on the throne and you will prove women are more than capable of whatever and we might have real change. Is she still on board?”
“Yes. She hates her father as much as anyone else does. George is nice once you get to know him… sort of. But Lettie approves as long as I agree to be in her court. I said yes of course.”
“Then it is settled. Thank God we might actually get change in our wretched lives. Now you must wash up and oversee the Bridgerton gowns before they are sent off. Shall we pick certain ones from your wardrobe?”
“Give the Diamond the one with lace and her family’s colors. Pick whatever you want for the rest of them. Oh and patterns must be on the Feather mother’s dress. I noticed she wears the most ill-favored ornamented dresses but she seems to like them. And put in an order with the modiste, I should like to do this often if this first gesture goes well and the gift wardrobe will need more clothes than it has at present. Clothes for the lower classes as well, nothing that could get them attacked and the clothes stolen off their bodies.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“And, by the way, I already washed up.”
“Yes, but now you’ve been sitting amongst smoke and smells.”
You gave up your fight and nodded as you jumped down from your stool and began the walk to your room. No one was around today. They wouldn’t be for most of the social season as they had other duties, including watching your siblings. Despite your madness, you weren’t the biggest concern at all. It was your rakish brothers in brothels, your sisters constantly leaving their husbands or suitors, and all of them sneaking away. You paused for a moment before walking quicker until you reached your room.
Why couldn’t you sneak out? Now would be the perfect opportunity. And no one was looking for you. It would be so easy to scale the vines up the garden wall and just have fun for a moment. You washed up quickly and put on a very simple dress — one more like the style of today rather than your father’s time. Grabbing a cloak and your mask, you put them down on the bed before sitting down at your writing desk to pen a letter. The slam of the door nearly made you jump out of your skin. You calmed as you realized it was just Pandora.
“Oh, good. It is just you.”
“I have the Bridgerton and Featherington dresses but what do you mean it is just me, Y/N?”
You stood up, abandoning the letter now that someone was around. “I am going out to see the ton.”
“What?”
“It is still dark. I have a map, my cloak, and the mask. And I have a very clear destination with vehicles that will get me back in the most discreet of ways should I need to use them.”
“Your Highness.”
“Pandora. I am nearing my introduction to society. You will all have to let me go at some point. I know everyone cares for my wellbeing but my happiness is gone. I am seen as nothing but my illness. Before I have an episode in public like the king, let me meet the ton. Let me not be Farmer Y/N for a brief moment of my life before I am a farmer forever, before I stay in that garden just like Father.”
Pandora’s mouth shut. She simply locked the door and unlocked the window. “You must return before your midmorning promenade and snack. Since you ate downstairs, I can convince them to overlook your absence of a breakfast request. And don’t take your mask. It’s better if they don’t know who you are at all.”
She gasped as you hugged her.
“Thank you, Pandora! Thank you! You are truly the bestest friend a woman could have.”
“Just go so you can come back quickly and I can have my sanity back.”
You closed the window, shocking Pandora as you pulled a picture frame off the wall to reveal a staircase that led outside. The door was hidden behind the trellis covered in vines and flowers. You pulled the hood over the cloak over you. The last thing you did was check for your bracelet and if your papers were inside. Until you were introduced to society, all the royal children had bracelets that couldn’t come off unless cut off. There were just in case measures with the eldest two but became necessary after so many nights sneaking out. The bracelet wasn’t going anywhere but you didn’t want to lose your birth certificate. It was your first safety measure. Even if you were kidnapped or harmed, you’d be returned to the palace for a pretty penny. You did pull your sleeves down so your bracelet wouldn’t be noticed.
You couldn’t contain your smile at the excitement of being out. London was so different without all the noise. The brothels and pubs were starting to close down for their few hours of rest and relaxation. You stuck to streets where you could see all the action but wouldn’t be easily spotted. No one bothered you until you arrived at your destination.
The footman stood to attention. “May I help you?”
“Yes, hello. I bring a package from Buckingham House for the Bridgertons, courtesy of Princess Y/N.” You handed him a letter with your official stamp at the end of it.
The footman’s eyes went wide as he handed you back the letter and ran inside. The Bridgertons looked up at the frantic knocking, pulling slips over Hyacinth and Daphne before telling the footman he could enter. The Bridgerton boys came upstairs after hearing the heavy pounding of their employee’s footsteps running up the multiple stairs.
“Is there a problem, Marshall?”
He panted before taking in a deep breath. “The Young Princess’ lady-in-waiting is here, bearing gifts.”
“WHAT?!”
The Bridgertons collectively yelled before the scramble happened. You tilted your head when you saw the windows open and a maid shake out some bedsheets. She squeaked when she looked down to see you. You laughed as she ran back inside. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes before you were escorted into the house by a very out of breath footman. The Bridgertons stood on the steps at the end of their entrance hall in chronological order with their mother starting the line at the very bottom step. Nervous smiles graced their faces when you finally reached them. You curtsied to which they curtsied or bowed back.
You gave them a second to assess you before speaking. Even though it wasn’t true in the slightest, everyone thought the ladies-in-waiting and manservants were reflections of the royals themselves. Not in character or value but in appearance. They figured they could form some sort of picture as to what the young masked royals looked like. If you were ugly then surely the princess was too. You hoped they at least found you to be average looking in appearance.
Anthony Bridgerton — the new head of house from what you remembered of your studies — stepped from behind his mother to greet you formally. He bowed once again, deeper, before offering up his hand. You settled yours in it to receive a chaste kiss.
“To what do we owe this sudden pleasure, Mrs…”
“Keaton,” you lied, just using Pandora’s last name.
“Mrs. Keaton?” He didn’t recognize the name as one belonging to an upper class member of the ton. He wasn’t sure he recognized the name at all.
“Apologies, I should explain. The princess doesn’t distinguish in her court, we are all there to work. All women are ladies-in-waitings, all men are valets. Regardless of station, regardless of marriage.”
“So, I am to take it that my earlier statement was incorrect.”
You nodded. “Simply Miss Keaton.”
“Well that sounds like very forward thinking actually. All the same, it is our pleasure to meet anyone in her highness’ court.”
Violet smiled as she watched the interaction. If her son was close to anyone in the princess’ court, especially someone that seemed so close to the princess as to be sent here, then he would be able to meet the princess with good graces. He’d be ahead of any man by leagues.
“Princess Y/N has sent me on her behalf. She extends warm greetings to the Bridgertons and the Featheringtons whom I will meet after our encounter. The princess congratulates Miss Daphne Bridgerton for earning Diamond of the Season as well as congratulations to the Dowager Viscountess for raising such a fine woman and to Viscount Bridgerton for chaperoning and keeping the family together therefore allowing his sister to shine.”
He cleared his throat and started to smile. “Please give the princess all of our thanks for the most kind of compliments.”
“And she would like to assure Miss Bridgerton that I have not been sent on behalf of any princes. Her brothers will not be bothering you today.”
They all chuckled when you laughed.
You set the first box down on the table next to you and opened it. “The princess has brought new dresses for the ball. The Diamond and the rest of her family should have the opportunity to shine with the utmost and wholehearted respect and support of the Crown. Please, enjoy them.”
The family ran to the table, picking out dresses and suits and matching them to the person’s name on the paper pinned to each garment. They kept singing praises and admiring the outfits. Violet turned back to you.
“When are you planning on visiting the Featheringtons?”
“In an hour or so, I must be back before the princess’ morning promenade. She has a very busy day afterwards.”
“Will the princess be introducing herself this season?”
“Hyacinth!” Anthony and Violet yelled at the same time.
You laughed. “It is no trouble. I’m at liberty to answer as the princess’ head valet.”
“Valet? I thought you said they were all men. They are usually all men.”
“If the princess should become heir to the throne then she will receive a male valet alongside me. For now, it is just me. The Crown believes someone of the same gender should always be with her should she need to confide in someone about very personal matters.” You took a breath before testing the waters. “Such as affections of the heart.”
It had dawned on you in that moment that you could spy on the ton. When the time came, you would still have to dance with all the bachelors of the United Kingdom but you at least you would have a better picture of them. You’d have to apologize to Pandora for the countless strokes she was about to earn from you but you couldn’t make this your only time sneaking out.
Violet smiled, knowing she was right. “Well, would you like to stay for breakfast?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose.”
“It would be no trouble at all. We have more than enough room. Eloise, dear, if Penelope is to come over please request that she do so now.”
(part 2)
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Our European Yacht Holiday - Kimi Raikkonen x SpanishOlympicDiver! Reader
Plot: It's summer and Kimi finally is in his off season and you've just competed in the summer Olympics getting a gold medal, what better way to prepare for the next by going around Europe on holiday!
Credit to kimimraikkonen7 for the GIF
"Okay, are you doing this with me yes or no?" you ask Kimi whose to your left. You were currently on your husbands private yacht, in the off season of Formula one, you'd decided to sail round Europe. Right now you were currently in the seas of the coast of Monaco.
It was you, Kimi, Sebastian Vettel his wife Hannah and their three kids who you and Kimi were god parents too.
"No!" he exclaims looking over the edge of the boat. You shake your head with a laugh.
"Come on, your such a wuss!" you exclaim looking towards him. You were both currently at the roof of the boat. You'd been diving off all afternoon, practicing of course and Kimi had come up saying he wanted to jump off too.
"I am not!" he tells you.
"Come on, you drove cars at 200mph and now your saying you cant dive off the boat with me?" you ask him, you pull on your swimsuit strap to make sure it was fully up over you shoulder.
"It's so high, and it's really really deep here!" he says looking around. In actuality it wasn't that deep, you'd swam here many times and you'd also gone scuba diving and free diving as part of training to keep fit.
"Okay, well I'm going to jump!" you scream before diving into the deep water. You hold your breath just as your body goes into the water hands first soon followed by your head. The rush you felt from your body when you went diving was the whole reason you got into it in the first place.
It's the reason why most athletes love their job, that adrenaline you get when performing.
You resurface padding around by the edge of the boat.
"Y/N! Y/N! I want to jump in!" one of Seb's children says coming up to you. You smile and swim up to them.
"Yeah, is your dad okay with it?" you ask clinging onto the rope that dangled of the back of the boat while you were docked up.
"Daddy, can I jump in with Y/N?" they shout back to Seb whose laying on the upper deck on one of the sofa's with Hanna.
"Have you got your arm bands on?" he asks leaning over the edge, you wave up to him and he nods knowing you'd keep them safe.
"Yeah!"
"Then you can, but you listen to Y/N at all times okay?" he says before laying back down.
"You know, i want to be just like you!" he says, smiling at you. You grin back and wait for him to jump in but he looks a little scared.
"I'll catch you, you trust me right?" you ask and look at the little boy above you. He nods and gulps down the anxiety, he walks back a little before running and jumping into the water right into your arms.
You were an exceptionally strong swimmer due to all the diving you do so holding the little boy up while treading water was no issue.
"Did that look cool?" he asks in delight rubbing the salty water out of his eyes.
"The coolest! I'll teach you how to dive soon!" you grin, and you both swim about a little bit more. You show him how to snorkel using the little mask Hanna had brought and how he had to keep his head at a certain angle so that no water got in the tube. Eventually you hauled him up onto the back of the boat before climbing back on yourself.
Your husband was stood there holding a towel out for you knowing it was slightly cooler now the sun was setting. He placed a light kiss on the top of your head, waiting for Sebastian and Hanna to leave with their son up to the top deck.
"You are really good with kids, we should think about having one!" he says to you suddenly making your head turn to him.
"Yeah?" you ask with a little smirk on your face.
"I think you'd be able to teach them so much!" he smiles genuinely pulling you into a hug and another kiss.
"Come on, we better doc the boat, I'm starving!" you say, giving him once last kiss before running off and hoping down the stairs to shower and change into a nice evening dress.
Later that night, you all went out for a meal in one of Monaco's finest, and being such a small city you bumped into some of the other drivers who couldn't help but ask how you were.
You were sad to see Seb, Hanna and the kids leave but now you and Kimi could sail away to Greece, the next destination for your little holiday away.
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kimimatiasraikkonen: Are you proud i jumped in the end?
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𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓣𝓸 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽
Jake Sully x Metkayina Reader x Neytiri
A/N: Noticing how many people liked The Simple Intimacy of the Near Touch and seeing more and more asks about a continuation, I decided to make a second part.
I hope this story will get as much love and attention as the previous one and all of you will enjoy reading it.
Also remember that english is not a language that I use on a daily basis, mistakes may occur.
The work contains parts with smut , minors do not interact.
Part 1
She felt so safe.
Lying in her beloved's arms, she breathed calmly, rubbing the shells adorning Neytiri's wrist between her fingers.
The woman lay on the other side of the man's chest, who held them both close to his body, but it didn't stop her from reaching her other mate.
Despite the relaxation adorning her beautiful face, Y/n was emotionally unbalanced inside, fighting thoughts she was sure she had gotten rid of hours ago.
-I have to go back - she whispered suddenly, looking down.
-You don't have to, my sweet girl - the woman said immediately, joining their hands together - You are our mate, you should stay with us.
-Even if I agree with Neytiri, I know that Y/n is right. We have to let her go - Jake remarked, stroking both women's backs - It's not the right time, not yet.
The girl got up slowly.
Looking apologetically at the dark-haired na'vi, she rubbed her cheek as an act of comfort, kissing her sof lips goodbye.
-I'm sorry - she added softly in her direction, repeating what she had done with the man before she got up, leaving both of them alone.
Her steps were slow, almost arduous.
She was lost in the depths of her own mind, wondering why she was doing this to herself, why was she hurting herself instead of soothing her soul and confessing the truth?
But with each such question, the brutal truth hit her.
Neytiri and Jake were outsiders, they weren't from here.
One wrong decision could've make them disappear from her life, leaving an unbearable void behind.
She would rather suffer in silence than rip her heart out.
-You've been gone for a long time - she heard from her mother at the beginning, when her leg crossed the threshold of her house.
Y/n shifted her gaze to her, but quickly turned her head in the opposite direction, walking to the fabric basket, not even knowing why, but needing something to occupy her hands.
-I had to think - she said, her eyes focusing on one point - Had to be alone.
Ronal turned her blue irises on the eldest of her children, but since her back was turned to her, she couldn't make out much.
After a moment, she sighed.
-I understand why you reacted this way - she began cautiously, but it quickly changed into a firm, maternal tone - But the sooner you realize the seriousness of your position, the better - she added, and her daughter tensed at these words.
-I didn't ask for it - she said apathetically - I've done everything you asked me to. I tried so hard, but it will never be enough fo you or father - she noticed with a trace of anger in her voice.
-Y/n, the role of Tsahìk... - her mother began, but the girl quickly stopped her with a single glance.
-I don't want to talk about it, not now - she announced - I'm too tired -she added, getting up from her knees and moving to her part of Marui to avoid another possible argument.
-There's one more thing - she said, stopping her.
The dark-haired girl turned to look expectantly at Ronal, who scanned her carefully before stopping at her eyes, which were almost identical to hers.
-What is it mother? - she asked calmly, not wanting to reveal where she was or what she was doing.
-You spend a surprising amount of time with the Sullys - she observed - I don't trust them.
-We are to teach them our ways. I have to spend time with them to achieve this goal. Besides, you don't know them, you can't make false accusations just becuse it's hard for you to accept them - the young woman said in defense of her secret lovers.
-And you know them? - she asked immediately.
More than you know, Y/n wanted to say but she had to bite her tongue.
Dropping her head, she let those words be the last she heard that day, feeling helplessness take over her body.
And she allowed it.
Water had always been something soothing to her, something that brought a smile to her face.
No matter that she spent her whole life in it, it was still an endless source of peace for her.
But know, know nothing was able to soothe her mind and soul.
-You seem distracted - Jake remarked, snapping her out of her thoughts.
- I'm not - she said immediately, looking back at the man and the animal he was currently on - It's just the solace of water - she explained.
-Are you sure baby girl? - he asked, running his thumb over her knuckles.
-I'm sure - she confirmed, joining their hands together - Don't worry about me, there's no need.
-You're part of me - he said seriously, and she widened her eyes in surprise - I'll always be worried.
Y/n knew Jake's nature, but as those words fell out of his mouth, she couldn't help but let the urge for comfort into her body take over her, calling out to the man in front of her louder with each passing second.
But she pushed the urge away bitterly, shutting her feelings back inside, away from the outside world.
-The muscles in your legs are too tight and your arms are too limp - she said after a long time, changing the conversation.
As expected, the man respected her decision, but she knew that once they were away from the unwelcome stares of people around, he would not let go so easily, if at all.
-I'm not used to this - he replied, trying to adjust his posture.
-You were a mighty Toruk Makto - girl noticed - You must have had strength in your body that was able to control such a great creature.
-I was young back then - he said, looking at her composed face.
-And probably less knowledgeable - she announced aptly - Now you are wiser, more experienced - she added, but Jake did not look convinced, despite the passage of so many years he was still learning -Imagine me in the place of a skimwing -she commanded suddenly.
She knew those words caught his attention immediately, judging by the movement of his ears and the way his tail twitched again and again.
-What do you mean? - he asked in a low, slightly hoarse voice that instantly changed the atmosphere around them.
-The way you make love to me - she began, running her hands along her chest - When you hold my hips, taking control of my movements, when you hold me down and your strong legs control the speed and power of your thrusts, how your loins cooperate with the movements of my pelvis - she announced ,touching individual parts of both bodies with her fingertips, trying to create an projection in his head.
Lesson was long forgotten.
Jake couldn't get the images out of his head, and Y/n found out when one of his muscular hands lifted her up to jump on the creature he was currently sitting on.
The girl couldn't stop her body from reacting.
Her heart pounded against her ribs and her legs clenched involuntarily.
Before the man could have do anything, Y/n jumped away from him as if she burned herself, falling gracefully back into the crystal water.
In response, he gave her a questioning look, but the young woman only shook her head slightly.
-I see you, father - she said.
-I see you my daughter - he replied, swimming up to them - What are you doing with Jake Sully? - he asked, looking from the man to the girl.
-I teach - she replied, completely ignoring the avatar near them - He wanted me to help him.
Y/n was a great liar.
Changing her tone of voice or facial expression in an instant.
Her current attitude was almost identical to his wife's when they first met.
-Your daughter is very talented - Jake interjected, causing both the chief's daughter and the chief himself to turn their heads in his direction.
-Hmm - Tonowari muttered with a slight smile on his face - You can go back my daughter. I'll take it from here - he added.
-Of course, father - she said, stealing one last glance at the yellow-eyed man before disappearing into the water, returning to the shore.
It was close, too close.
Closing her eyes, she sighed before moving forward, aimlessly. Involuntarily looking back a few more times, the feeling of Jake's hand still lingered on her turquoise skin, not letting her forget it.
Her legs unconsciously carried her to one of the few places where she could truly breathe, even if it was only for a moment.
Neytiri was alone as always. Stubbornly sticking to her traditions, not allowing anything related to the Metkayin clan near her, spending most of her days in her new home.
Seeing her, Y/n smiled tenderly.
-My Neytiri - she said at the beginning, and the woman in question turned in the direction from which the voice came.
-My sweet girl - she replied, extending her hand towards her.
The chief's daughter grabbed her hand without hesitation, finding her place in the warm arms of her beloved.
Her mind immediately calmed down and her heart began to beat slower.
-You feel like home, Tiri - girl whispered after a while, closing her eyes.
She could've spent days in this position, and Neytiri's addictive aura made it harder to deny that statement.
- I'm your home sweet girl, me and my Jake - she replied stroking her long, black locks - You can always come to us, because with us is your place - she added, kissing her forehead tenderly.
-This means a lot to me my Tiri - she whispered, rubbing her face against her cheek.
The woman returned the gesture, rubbing against her now, purring softly.
Touches of their hands were not burning or electrifying, they were more soothing, leaving a pleasant tingling sensation on the patches of touched skin.
Shortly after their lips also took part in this intimate dance.
Both Y/n and Neytiri couldn't stop smiling, giggling softly again and again as their lips parted only to rejoin again in the next second.
-I see you, my Y/n, all of you - the dark-haired woman whispered into her mouth, grabbing her face in her hands.
-I see you, my Neytiri - replied the chief's daughter, joining their foreheads together.
Both women drowned in each other.
The world around seemed to cease to exist and only the feeling of piercing eyes staring at both of them made Y/n break away from her mate's full lips, looking around paranoidly.
-It's just me baby girl- Jake muttered, walking slowly towards them.
The man took Y/n's jaw in his large hand, rubbing his thumb gently against the skin on her cheek.
-My Jake - she whispered.
-Go on - he demanded, shifting her head so that her blue irises were focused on Neytiri again.
Girl returned to her mouth, tasting them longingly.
When one of the woman's hands slid down to Y/n's hip trying to pull her closer, the girl clung to her body without resist, suddenly moaning loudly.
In the corner of her eye, she could see how their mate connects three kurus belonging to both women and himself.
Despite the lack of any interaction with him, he still had control over their movements, watching them like a predator watched its prey.
Without moving even an inch, the chief's daughter's lips traveled down Neytiri's body, finding their place between her firm thighs.
Feeling the need to please her beloved, she immediately clung to her femininity.
Her delicate tongue attacked her folds and a small button that made the woman's throat emit loud sounds of pleasure. This act unconsciously filled her with lust, which was evident on the fabric of her loincloth.
Jake didn't take his eyes off both women even for a moment, but as his nostrils filled with the sweet smell of Y/n's arousal, he growled low and, unable to control himself, he tore off her lower garment, reveling the sight of her dripping womanhood that trembled, inviting him.
And when she moaned in response, pushing her hips straight into his face, it was the final straw for him. Grabbing her tight around the waist, he pulled her to his crotch.
-You're always so needy, aren't you babygirl? - he growled, massaging her bum - It's good that I'm so addicted to you. Maybe if I put the baby inside you, you'll calm down a bit, yeah?
She hadn't expected those words to have such an effect on her, but oh they did.
Before she could’ve let common sense in, her mouth opened on its own command.
-Yes please ,daddy. I want it so much! - she whimpered, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.
Wild, primitive, possessive. It all flooded Sully's mind with such force that his body became working on its own accord.
His member entered her in one brutal motion, filling her to the brim, not even allowing her walls to stretch before he began to pound inside her hard and deep, kissing her cervix.
-Don't forget about mommy, because I won't give you what you want, understood? - he murmured, slapping her firm buttock, which jiggled under the impact of the blow.
-Yes, yes daddy - she gasped, returning to Neytiri's womanhood despite being overwhelmed, licking her labia lazily, but finding it harder and harder to concentrate as Jake used her tight, wet canal in such a rough way.
-You're doing so well , my sweet girl - the woman praised her, stroking her head.
She took these praises very willingly, trying to do even better, but the sounds that left her mouth made it difficult for her, because she kept fighting to let out a scream, replacing it with a loud moan, breaking away from Tiri womanhood again and again.
She tried to calm herself, breathing heavily and closing her eyes.
-What did I say? - the man growled, tugging at her tail.
She squealed at the feeling of pleasure mixed with pain as she went back to satisfying her lover who was as close as she was.
Holding her close, Neytiri closed her golden eyes, feeling sudden waves of heat flooding her belly, pleasure filling her body from the top of her head to her fingertips.
Y/n, pleased, licked na’vi sensitive folds gently, collecting the juices that her mate left.
-Good girl - murmured the man behind her - Now you will help daddy, I know you will. Atta girl - he said, holding her hips in a firm grip - I need to feel you come on my cock. I need to feel these walls squeezing me tightly.
-Please...more daddy -she whimpered, trying to match his movements.
-More? - he asked her, grabbing her waist and lifting her body up so that her back brushed against his torso, his member now entering so deep the young woman was convinced it was in her throat - You're a desperate little creature, you know that? Don't worry, I'll give you so much pleasure that you'll be drunk with this feeling and unable to walk for weeks.
Those dirty promises made Y/n come with a silent scream, moaning softly as she felt the heat flood her insides again and again.
Jake's seed started to pouring out of her, causing her to tremble at the feeling.
Her lovers brushed their lips over her exhausted body, meeting from time to time in a lazy kiss.
Post sex bliss starstrucked them so much , that no one was caring about the world around them.
Something was wrong.
An unknown tension was hanging in the air, making her breathing heavier and her movements slower.
And when she got to her home, she knew exactly why.
Her parents were waiting for her, their eyes fixed on her the minute she appeared inside. Scanning her body thoroughly. They made her want to hide in herself, she never felt so exposed.
-Is this true? - her father asked.
-What are you talking about, father? - she asked, not moving from her place.
-Jake Sully and his wife - her mother interjected, trying to keep her anger under control - Is this true, Y/n?
The girl clenched her jaw, trying to control her emotions.
She couldn't seem weak, she had to hold her ground, especially now that her secret had been exposed.
-We were mated before Eywa - she replied - It is done.
After saying these words, she thought her mother would murder her with her own hands, she had never seen so much fury in a woman's eyes, so much disappointment.
Her father got up from his seat, approaching her slowly.
-You disappointed me daughter - he said coldly, looking into her eyes.
Y/n stared into his eyes stubbornly and with bitterness in blue irises.
-It's not a surprise, is it? - she asked grimly - In your eyes, I'll never be enough, and I've accepted that.
A shadow of pain appeared in Tonowari's eyes.
No matter what Y/N would do, it was still his child. Hearing sadness and surrender in her voice, touched him more than he would like to admit.
-I don't want to see you with them - her mother said suddenly, standing next to her husband.
Y/n didn't budge this time either.
-We are one and will remain one, mother - she declared firmly, emphasizing every word.
-They're not our people Y/n. They are strangers! - announced her mother - They carry the specter of war with them, they are dangerous.
-They fought for their people, and now they are paying for it with their lives, the lives of their children. They don't deserve such a judgment - she barked angrily, her ears twitched and her tail went right and left - You don't know them as I know them. To you, sky people only bring destruction, but it was Jake, the sky person, who brought destruction upon humans. But you can't see past his origin.
-That's enough - Tonowari said, stepping between the two women.
Y/n hissed in annoyance before leaving the home.
She had to calm down, but the problem was that stepping out of the marui was enough to fill her eyes with a sea of tears, which she let flow.
She didn't know where to go, she wasn't sure what to do with herself. She only knew that she didn't want to be alone, everything that happened was too much for her.
Her eyes scanned her surroundings, stopping at a familiar place. Thinking hard about her decision, she slowly moved forward.
You can always come to us, because with us is your place
Neytiri's words echoed in her ears, she shouldn't be afraid, she shouldn't be ashamed.
But once inside, she avoided eye contact as if it would set her on fire.
Within seconds, Jake's hand found its place on her smaller body, and when his eyes saw the tears decorating her face, he was ready to murder anyone who dared to bring her to such a state.
Neytiri did not hide that she shared her husband's thoughts. Her face reflected exactly what she was feeling.
-You said I could come - she whispered brokenly to the woman.
-Oh my sweet - she said worriedly, stroking her wet cheek.
In a moment of weakness, she couldn't even care about four pairs of eyes watching her as well as the two na'vi standing in front of her.
All she needed right now was the warmth that came from her mates.
-Come on, baby girl - the man murmured, leading her to a more secluded spot in their hut.
Y/n allowed herself to be guided, though being here so many times was merely renewing old paths.
Sitting down on the edge of the marui, she let her legs dangle and her toes lightly brushed the water beneath her.
She looked pensive, but Sully knew that her pensiveness was no good, because she liked to have a tendency to let the dark thoughts in.
A few minutes passed before the young woman finally spoke up.
-They know - she said.
-It's nothing wrong - he said - We'll get through this...together.
-I just don't understand what's happening - she confessed tiredly -Why it's...why it's all falling apart and why I can't fix it.
-You can't make everything right - he stated, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear - You don't have that kind of power. You take on more than you can handle.
- I don't want to be a disappointment - she whispered - I don't want to disappoint anyone, and now? Now I feel it. It’s…It’s just like this wave washing over me, again and again. It knocks me down, and when I try to stand up, it just comes for me again. And I…It’s just gonna drown me.
Jake pulled her close, hugging her body tightly as if he was trying to hide her from the world, and Y/n instantly clung to him, holding him tight, almost as if he was about to disappear.
And suddenly she felt safe again, at peace.
She felt at home.
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Timo and Liv getting in a big fight about her and Luca. And Timo accidentally makes Liv cry. And Emma loses it on Timo.
idk if we are ready for this but here we go.🥺
Luca’s lips on Liv’s neck are making her melt into the front door against her back. She knows her parents camera is probably picking this up. But her family is in the mountains this weekend without her, because she was working. She feels safe with her dad hundreds of miles away from her boyfriend.
Since Liv and Luca’s first time, her first time too, they haven’t been able to keep their hands off each other. He has awakened a part of her she never knew existed. With his sweetness and his hot body, she craves him every minute, of every day. The reality of the summer quickly fading kills her, and her dad’s words about how this was all going to work.
She’d ask Luca about it later. But not tonight. Not when it feels this good to be with him.
“We need to go inside.” She pants to Luca where he is sucking the skin of her collar bone into his mouth. “Babe, don’t mark me.” She reminds him, tugging at his hair to pull him away. His lips attach to hers and she forgets about going inside again.
“Wanna taste you all over tonight.” He begs. His fingers trail up the outside of her thigh, brushing the fabric of her dress up with each movement. “Taste how sweet you are after our night together.” His finger hooks into the lace of her panties, inching them down. “Feel all the places you’re wet for me.” Liv sighs, resting her head briefly on his shoulder before he kneels down to work the fabric off. She leans against the front door, watching Luca Fiala lift one foot, then the other to pull her panties off.
“What should I do with these?” Liv bites her lip, shaking her head slightly like she isn’t sure. She’s so inexperienced, but wants to be mysterious and sexy for him. Luca catches onto her insecurity and shrugs, putting them into his pocket. He’ll teach her to talk dirty- slowly, like everything else they’ve done. He could take his time with it, draw it out for the rest of her lives, if she’ll let him. “I’ll take them home with me, hang them above my bed so I dream of you later.” Liv giggles, then allows him to spin her by her hips to unlock the door.
She pushes the door open, then comes face to chest with her dad, who is absolutely NOT supposed to be home.
“Ah…” She swallows hard, reaching back for Luca’s thigh. She hits his hard zipper, but he grips her hand, readjusting her to cover him more.
“Livia.” A chill rushes down her spine at her dad’s use of her legal name.
“I… thought you were in the mountains.”
“Clearly.” Timo scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes move past his daughter to Luca. “What the fuck are you doing to my daughter on my front steps?”
“I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.” Luca begins. Timo laughs wickedly.
“Really? What’s in your pocket right now?” Liv feels her chest cave in. Mortified tears begin to form in her eyes.
“We were saying goodnight. That’s it.” Liv tries instead.
“Oh? And he was going to tuck you into bed? In my house? And that isn’t disrespectful? Get inside.”
“No.”
“Livia I am not asking.” Timo’s teeth are gritting, dark eyebrows lowered angrily.
“I’m not coming in there. You’re being unfair to us and you don’t get to tell me what to do all the time. You think you’re protecting me, but all you’re doing is controlling me. You would never do this with Lio and I am sick of it!”
“Lio doesn’t need this kind of supervision.”
“Why? Because he is your favorite?” Timo rolls his eyes. He’s heard this before, always when she’s trying to get out of trouble. From both of his oldest children, actually.
“I am not having any more of this discussion. We are talking about you tonight. Not Lio.”
“Baby, I’m going to go. I don’t want to cause anymore trouble.” Luca releases her hand.
“No.” Liv grabs his hand, keeping him close to her. “Don’t go. You’re welcome here.”
“Ah, no he isn’t. I don’t want to see you around here again anytime soon. Liv, get in the house. I’m not asking again.”
“I am not going inside.” She snaps back at him. Her jaw clenches and all Timo can see is Emma. The way she defiantly didn’t love him back, picking anyone else over him at times. And he feels angry about the way Liv is dismissing his authority. She may be grown up, but she is still his baby. And he does not agree with her choices.
“I raised you better than this.” Timo steps forward. Liv steps back, forcing Luca down a stair. Luca holds her hips to steady her which seems to ignite Timo further. “Get your hands off my daughter.” Luca holds firm.
“If Liv wants me to take my hands off her, she’ll tell me.” Liv’s love for Luca grows instantly. It gives her confidence to push back against her dad again.
“Why does Lio get to fuck any woman in New York, but I have one person and I’m the problem child?! No. I’m a good kid. I don’t deserve this.” Liv is yelling now, shaky tears running down her face. Emma comes rushing down the stairs after hearing the commotion from their bedroom.
“Are you good still, Liv? Do good girls give men their underwear to bring home with them?” The disgust in his tone makes Liv’s breathing hitch. Shame settles onto her shoulders and pinch the backs of her eyes.
They all let Timo’s words hang in the air. Liv is stunned silent then begins to shake against Luca’s body. The entire conflict with her dad over Luca begins to boil within her body. Her teeth chatter, she reaches wildly for Luca’s hand as an anchor, gripping his fingers tightly, not quite believing what her dad insinuated about her.
“Baby, let’s go to my place.” Luca murmurs into her hair, pulling her flush into his body. Liv stares directly back at her dad, tears streaming down in thick wet streaks, taking her mascara with them. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” Luca eases her back another step gently.
“Liv…” Emma starts then trails off. She can leave. If it were Emma, she would leave too.
“Bye, mama.” Liv cries out. Emma’s heart breaks in her chest watching as Liv turns to walk back to Luca’s car. Timo says nothing. He watches silently as the Mercedes starts and pulls out of the driveway. They can both see Liv slumped over in the passenger seat, hands covering her face as she sobs.
“What the fuck is your problem!?” Emma yells, stalking down the rest of the stairs. “How could you say that to her?”
“He was violating our daughter on our front steps. How am I the one who is wrong here!?”
“Violating!?” Emma thrusts her hands through her hair angrily. “I don’t know what your problem is but I am sick of this shit, T. So sick of it. You’re pushing our daughter away. She is never here. She doesn’t want to speak to you when she is here. And you don’t even care! Because you have some ass-backwards view on how daughters are supposed to behave.”
“Em-”
“Stop.” She holds her hand up. “I have stood by trying to coach and guide you. I am done with that. Your behavior is out of control You and I have a serious problem.”
“Fine. Then we have a problem. But I am never going to be the dad that stands by while some fuck puts his hands all over my daugh-”
“How do you not see that “Fuck” just protected your daughter from YOU.” Emma lets her words hang in the air, desperate to see some sort of change in Timo. He crosses his arms tighter, shrugging his shoulders again like this is okay. “You know what, I don’t want you here tonight. Go sleep at Nico’s.”
Timo flinches. Emma has never kicked him out of the house before.
“Your behavior is disgusting. Inexcusable. And you better start taking a hard look in the mirror at who you are turning into. This version of you sucks.” Emma finishes as she walks back to the stairs, climbing them without another look at her husband.
Emma grabs her cellphone, eager to text her daughter. She is relieved to see a text waiting for her. Until she reads it.
I’m moving out. I’ll be over to pack later this week.
Whatever remains of Emma’s heart shatters into a billion little pieces.
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This post turned into writing about my kid's autism, so I'm putting a cut here.
After a bumpy start to the school week with my eldest, he finished it out great. Last week we had a long talk about how to manage meltdown triggers at school and what tools he could use to help him come down from a meltdown. This is the biggest issue with my kid's autism. As he's gotten older his meltdowns have gotten shorter and less chaotic (which is so, so great!), but he still occasionally has them at school. After a great start to the school year he started having issues about two weeks ago, and it escalated until I had the principal calling me multiple times asking me to come intervene or even to bring him home. (An aside: I resent that she's asked me to come get him because my kid is entitled to an education just like all the other kids, and he has demonstrated over the years that once he's out of a meltdown he has the ability to be self-regulated and calm the rest of the day; she keeps asking me to come get him because she knows this is his last year at her school and she's tired of him. I get that my child is A LOT for educators, but, again, he's legally entitled to an education. Taking him home just reinforces that he can get out of school. It's not a good strategy.) ANYWAY, he had a meltdown on Tuesday, and the principal called as I was just about to start my Zoom class. After his last meltdown, my kid had come up with a special plan to help him snap out of one--a plan that was his idea and the result of a long conversation we'd had--and I had emailed her this plan earlier. She had apparently not remembered or had not read that email. I said I would not come get him and to please enact that plan, and thankfully it worked.
One of my goals as he gets older is to start being more transparent with him about how his autism and ADHD affect his every day life, as well as to begin teaching him how to advocate for himself because he will always need accommodations for certain things, especially in education but almost certainly in his adult life as well. It can be very difficult to be upfront with people about what you need to succeed, especially in our individualistic, boots-strap culture, and especially because many people are still skeptical that neurodiversity is even a real phenomenon. I'm so proud of him for coming up with a two-part plan to help avoid (if possible) meltdowns and then once in a meltdown to help himself come out of it. Autistic meltdowns are incredibly stressful involuntary states that people cannot usually control. My kid is going to have them sometimes, but we really need to have a plan in place to help him when he's in public and at school. That plan worked on Tuesday once I reminded the principal to enact it. It might not work ever again, but it worked once, and my kid was in control of making that plan. So I feel like I'm finally starting to do my job as his mom by teaching him how to speak up for what he needs to keep himself safe and calm.
I think his meltdowns will always be upsetting. Especially as he grows older, they begin to look more and more like defiance from a (soon-to-be) adolescent boy of color. And adolescent boys of color don't get to be boys. They're treated like dangerous men. I don't even know that I should be writing about this on the internet because I do wonder about trespassing on my kid's privacy as he gets older, but his autism affects so much of my own life. I've started involuntarily jumping again any time my phone rings during school hours. I'm always on alert, always waiting for bad news, always prepared to immediately start problem-solving with people who always, always judge me and think I'm a bad mom. I'm not a perfect mom, but honestly I'm usually a really good mom to my particular kid. He's a great kid, too. He's just not neurotypical. He can't comply in group settings like other children can. He can't control himself when he gets deregulated and stressed out.
This is all a lot, and I don't usually write about it so baldly, and maybe I'll make this private later. But I am so, so proud of my kid for being able to tell me what he needs in a meltdown (communication for kids like these is soooooo difficult), and I'm so proud of him for using the plan when he needed it. It worked!
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Yes to heaven Jake sully x reader
part 2
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When he settled in he did not know what to do, the only thing he could set out to do was to keep his children safe and for that they could not see him weak.
Tonowari proposed that he teach him their cultures while the younger sons of the Metkayina clan leader would teach him his and he begged Eywa that they would be able to adapt as he recognized how hard it was to come to a different culture.
"Are you sure you can? I should start with a younger one" Tonowari proposed to Jake seriously doubting if this would go well. The Sully nodded to him tying the leash on the back of his hand to hold on . "Let's go!" He responded to the animal to march forward and after everything seemed to be going well, as he dived his posture faltered and as a result as he fell his tethered hand hurt leaving it completely red.
The clan leader just grimaced in pain as his friends mocked at how stupid the situation seemed to them.
Jake walked towards the shore while bending his ears in pain and as he stepped onto the sand his attention was stolen by the sight of Tonowari's eldest daughter sitting while little girls combed her hair and brought her flowers making the older girl smile in complete delight.
You on the other hand managed to see from afar while playing with the girls, how Toruk Makto after being injured quickly headed home, and you promised yourself that you would go and ask him if he needed anything.
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point of view Jake sully
I was in our Marui watching the sun disappear from any being's view, painting the trees and sand a golden color for the last time in the day. A female shadow appeared in front of me covering my face from the sun's rays and I could observe you again, you were bringing a tray with some kind of bandage and more stuff.
"Can I have a seat?" you ask me with a smile and I just nodded to you silently, I just watched as you put the tray on your legs looking either way looking for the words.
"I saw that your hand is bad and I wanted to help."
After that everything was silent when I gave you the green light to do so you took a cloth, soaked it in some kind of remedy and started cleaning the remains of blood to finish by reciting a prayer in a low voice to Eywa. "You look like you know a lot about this" "It's the usual for me, I'm going to be the next Stahik" you spoke surrounding my hand with the bandage covering it completely.
Looking at the neutral face of the Metkayina woman I noticed that on her chest she had a tattoo of a flower just like the one resting on the side of her hair. "Thank you" and she interrupted me "Don't thank me I do it with pleasure I hope you rest well" then she just disappeared leaving me all alone.
Only a few minutes later Lo'ak, Kiri and Tuk arrived giving me a hug as I felt a tear slide down my cheeks. "Don't cry daddy" Tuk murmured to me with teary eyes.
I tried to cheer them up by asking what they learned today and it encouraged.
"We learned how to ride an ilu."
"I saw lots of fish and beautiful creatures."
"y/n let me comb her hair and took me for a walk around the island" Tuk said as she fell asleep while stroking her head.
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Take My Hand, I'll Start My Journey (1)
A couple of things before we get this party started...
The title needs a little work. The story does too. All of this is completely unbetaed, so if you're reading and all of a sudden it's "damn, scruff, what the hell happened here?" it's all me. I'm trying to edit as I post, but we'll have to see how well that turns out.
My computer keeps freezing whenever I try to copy/paste the entire story, so I'll post it in parts. They'll eventually all be up, no worries.
This is a female!reader-insert fix-it fic of The Mummy Returns, with the pairing of Ardeth Bay x f!reader. Did I rewrite the movie with a reader character? Essentially, yes. This fic covers the entirety of the movie from the second-person perspective of the reader.
For warnings, whatever's in the movie, assume it's here. Additionally, there is mention of the reader sustaining previous injuries, one of which has left her unable to have children (if I ever write more of this, that will be addressed in more detail then). The reader and her sister, Faith, were nurses during a war, and Faith was killed. Reader's father was killed in WWI. There's some reliving of embarrassing moments, including mentions of behavior while the reader is under the influence of a medicinal substance (which will also be further addressed should I write any more of this). There's 'damns' and "hells", two 'bastards' and one 'son of a bitch' for the profanity.
The reader works as Alex's governess.
I tried to avoid any physical descriptions of the reader. If you see any glaring mistakes, lemme know.
If I've forgotten to mention anything, my bad. Just send me a message.
Here we go:
Part 1 (no Ardeth, yet)
“Alexander Rupert!” The frustration in your voice was tempered by the fact that you were panting. And leaning against a crumbling statue for support.
“Uh, I can explain!” The sandy-haired boy held up his hands in surrender and slowly began to back up towards the tunnel he’d just exited.
You growled as you pushed yourself up and started stalking towards him. “No, you can’t.” You gripped his shoulder harder than necessary and maneuvered him back towards the entrance of the temple. “Do you hate me or something?”
“No! I don’t hate you! Why would you think that?”
You eased up on your grip and sighed. “I know you think I’m no fun when I make you stay put, but kid,” you stopped walking and squatted down to look him in the eye. “I’m here to make sure you stay safe on these digs. That’s what your parents hired me for. And if I can’t keep you where they told us to stay and you get hurt, they absolutely could fire me and leave you at some boarding school when they travel.”
“They wouldn’t!” He immediately wrapped his arms around your neck, gripping you like you’d vanish in front of him if he didn’t. “You’re part of our family.”
You sighed again and returned the hug. “Even if they didn’t, I would be absolutely devastated if something happened to you. Because you’re my family too. Ok?”
You felt him nod against your neck and pulled back. You tousled his hair as you stood up and he immediately scoffed, putting a grin on your face.
“Come on, Alex,” this time, you held out your hand and he took it, letting you lead him back to the temple. “I think we should continue working on your engineering lesson.”
“You remembered the cheese this time?” He looked at you skeptically.
You pulled a wadded handkerchief out of your pocket, opening it slightly to reveal the wedge. “Oh, ye of little faith.”
Once you had made your way back to where Rick had told you and Alex to stay, you went to your bag and pulled out the schematics Alex had completed before you’d left London. Looking over them, you had to admit the kid was brilliant, and while a lot of it was due to his parents, you took pride in having at least a small part in it as your role as his governess.
Of course, a typical governess would be teaching the child in the comfort of a home, but you’d jumped at the chance to take on a job that would allow you to see and do more than spend your days in a stuffy room teaching from a boring text.
Not to mention, giving you the built in excuse to avoid dresses of any kind. Something your time as a nurse didn’t allow.
And, you adored Alex, the whole family, really. Even that ridiculous uncle of his, once he’d learned that you wouldn’t tolerate him attempting to charm you.
You just wished Alex would stay put, once in a while at least.
“Alright, kid, here’s your plans.” You handed him the papers. “I’ll gather the materials, and you start building.”
“I’m going to need sticks, and twine.”
“I’ll go get some sticks. There’s twine in my bag. And don’t even think about using the pocket knife to cut it until I’m back.”
As he started stacking bits of broken pottery that were scattered around the room, you dropped the cheese on the ground next to him and headed out of the temple.
You were on your second run for more sticks so Alex could “build a better mousetrap” when you heard horses approaching. Alarmed, you dropped everything and dashed towards the temple, skidding to a halt just as three armed men stalked through the entrance.
“Damn.”
This wasn’t the first dig-site you’d been to with the O’Connells where others had turned up. Most of them had been armed with some sort of weaponry, but all of them had excavating tools. These men didn’t, and you felt your heart drop to your stomach.
No tools meant nothing good.
As quietly as you could, you snuck in behind the three men, your eyes frantically searching for Alex. You were able to draw in a shallow breath once you spotted him hiding on the scaffolding.
“Knock, knock. Anybody home?”
You locked eyes with Alex just after sneaking behind a statue. You pressed your finger to your lips, probably unnecessarily. The kid wasn’t stupid, but his nod helped to ease a miniscule amount of your fear.
If only you could get to your bag and grab your pocket knife--maybe that would ease a little more. Unfortunately, even after one of the men left, there were still two guns between you and your knife. And really, what good would a knife do against one gun, let alone two?
Options. You needed options. You needed something. Anything.
Maybe, if you could get closer to one of the tunnels leading further into the temple, you could draw the men towards you and give Alex a chance to run for it.
Not the best idea, but if it kept him out of harm’s way…
Holding up two fingers, you mimicked a slingshot, then pointed at the men. Alex nodded again and slowly pulled the item out of his pocket. Once he was ready, you counted down with your fingers.
As soon as the man cried out in pain, you darted towards the next statue over, tensing up behind it when you heard the cocking of a gun.
This was it.
Except, no shot came.
“This place is cursed.”
You rolled your eyes. Sure. Cursed by an eight-year-old.
You gave it a couple of minutes for them to get distracted by more of the pottery before you chanced peeking out from your hiding spot. You caught Alex’s gaze, nodded towards the men, then counted down.
He hit his mark and you made your run, only to hear Alex let out a laugh. It was short and quiet, but you still heard it. And if you heard it, the men probably did too.
Damn it! You were so close to the tunnels, maybe one more statue, and you could make it and lead them away.
Forcing yourself to swallow your fear, you waited another few minutes, hoping the men would get sidetracked by more ancient items and forget if they’d heard anything. You gave Alex the countdown and hoofed it as fast as you could.
“I’ll take care of this.”
Your fear rushed back, tenfold, and you felt the room begin to spin. They must have spotted you. Except, looking around the statue, they weren’t headed in your direction. Instead, they were heading straight towards Alex.
You were left with no choice.
You ran towards the tunnels, not caring about staying hidden. “Over here, you bastards!”
Alex’s gasp at your profanity would have been comical if this wasn’t life-or-death.
“You get her. I’ll get him.”
No no no no no! They were both supposed to follow you! You had to think fast! Except, the sound of yet another gun cocking left your mind completely blank. Running was your only option--you couldn’t save Alex with a bullet in your brain.
You led your pursuer down a tunnel, trying to remember the turns you were making, hoping you could double back and intervene before the other man got to Alex. As soon as you saw an alcove, you ducked into it, praying that the man would rush by you.
“Come on, sweetheart! I won’t hurt you none if you just show your pretty face.”
Finally, after what seemed like years, he was past your hiding spot. As quick as you could, you hurried back the way you came. In your hurry, you slammed up against the wall, the thud echoing. Gunfire, and the sound of bullets ricocheting off stone, followed.
“Damn it!” Shaking off the pain from your collision, you kept moving until you were back in the temple. You spotted the other man, knife between his teeth, attempting to climb up the scaffolding, just before the man who had originally departed came running into the room.
“Spivey! Jacques! Let’s get the hell out of here!”
The man who had been chasing you immediately took heed. “Come on!”
The man after Alex slid down the ladder he’d been climbing and kicked one of the scaffold’s support beams before following after.
“Alex!” You ran to try and keep the entire thing from falling, but you miscalculated, and pulled too hard on the wobbly structure.
“Watch out!”
The scaffold swayed in your direction, and you moved to try and avoid having it fall on you. “Jump!” you screamed at Alex, holding out your hands to grab him. He fell into your arms, hard, knocking you backwards into a pillar. The force of your hit toppled the pillar, starting a domino effect of each pillar knocking down the next, all the way around the circular room.
“Wow,” Alex breathed as you set him down.
“Your mom’s going to kill us.”
Before you could stop him, Alex ran to try and keep the last pillar from falling.
“Alex! It’ll crush you.” You ran after him, tackling him out from under the pillar as it collapsed into the wall, knocking a giant hole into it.
Water immediately rushed into the room and you and Alex shared a look of bewilderment before turning back to the sudden flood. The two of you looked at each other again, even more confused, when Alex’s parents washed up at your feet.
“Mom, dad. I can explain everything.”
You smiled ruefully, knowing exactly what would happen when they learned just how close to danger their son had been.
“You see, there were these men--they were bad men, and ______, she tried to lure them away from me, but only one of them followed her, and the other one came after me when I hit one with my slingshot, and then they all ran out and ______ caught me but I knocked her into the pillars and it’s my fault we broke the wall.”
Evelyn and Rick looked up at the two of you, identical looks of…something…on their faces. You couldn’t tell what was running through their minds.
“Are you two alright?” Evelyn finally asked as she pushed herself up, a little squish sound with every movement. “Either of you hurt?”
“I’m ok, mom.”
“What about you, ______?” This time, it was Rick who asked. He was still on the ground, looking completely exhausted, his hands clutching onto some sort of box.
“I’m so sorry, I really thought they both would follow me, but they didn’t and I had to double back and--”
Rick held up a hand to silence you. “Alex is fine. Are you?”
“Oh, um…yeah. Peachy.” You offered your hand to help him up.
He grabbed it, making sure you saw him roll his eyes as he hoisted himself to his feet, putting minimal weight on you. “Let us know if you start feeling less than…’peachy’ and we’ll see about calling a doctor once we’re back in London.”
“I’m so glad you’re both alright.” Evelyn wrapped the arm not used to hold her son around your shoulders.
You stiffened slightly in surprise. They weren’t going to fire you?
“And you, young man,” Rick pointed at Alex, who made a show of gulping, “You owe ______ an apology for sneaking off from her earlier. If we have to pay her extra for chasing after you, it’s coming out of your allowance.”
“Aw, dad!”
Take My Hand Masterlist
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-- RP: @skullboneandunown
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Donovan lets out a chuckle as he squishes her cheeks and boops her nose. "Kimonos. Those pretty dresses are called Kimonos, Little Sprout." He knows that decision depends on her parents, and he wouldn't mind teaching her about his home. "I'm sure the Kimono Girls would love you. They all have eeveeloutions, so Lucky would get along with their Pokemon."
Professor Xavier strokes his chin, thinking about the scheduling. "For the most part, the children are separated by wing and grade. She'll be around children her age most of the time. The exception being recess." He smiles at the compliment of being more peaceful than Blueberry Academy. "Truthfully, the idea for a school like this came during my younger years. I was not much younger than you are now, in fact. I had come to know a few..gifted individuals that were like me. Mutants. We needed a safe haven to hone our abilities in peace without potentially endangering innocent lives if our powers were to get out of control. Thankfully, my family had more than enough funds to create a safe space. And so I had this facility built decades ago. It only became a school about twenty years ago, and publicly a decade or so." He pauses at the mention of opening a school in Galar.
"I have thought about it, in fact. Opening another school. But I am not certain the other regions would be so open to the idea. One of the hopes for this school is to inspire coexistence between humans and those like us. If that can be achieved, then perhaps I will open another school."
"Kee...mow...nos...?" Willow's speech might have been her biggest issue besides showing signs of being on borderline autism and possibly ADHD which Ashe blamed herself for being she had been diagnosed with those issues when as a human but had left them unchecked and just... dealt with them, so to speak. At his name, Lucky rose his head, ribbons whirling at the mention of other eeveelutions. Willow looked at her godfather in wonder then. She grew up around Eevee and its evolutions with Sylveon, Leafeon, Espeon, and Umbreon, and not to mention Flannery's Flareon. They were very much entangled in her life, but did that fit her personally? Honestly... no. Ashe and Leon didn't believe so, but she had four years to learn and pick for herself as it were.
That being said, Ashe felt out of questions. She knew Willow would be safe here despite wanting to argue and shield her daughter from the world. Heaving a deep sigh, she takes in Xavier's story, finding it comforting that there were others that struggled -- and it wasn't just her. Maybe that was cruel of her to think so, but not being alone in the struggle meant her family had allies. Quietly, she leans back, taking her husband's hand as he ponders on the idea of more schools. "... Galar's youth could benefit from a school like this. The current champion who took my place, Savannah Hemsworth, may be icy, but I think even she would agree. I'll get you in contact with her should you want to consider it." That being said, he, too, was quiet. Both parents looked to their child now who turned her blue-green eyes from Donovan, a tilted head soon going after.
"Well, sunshine? What do you think?" Willow caught on pretty quick, and the pressure was a bit much as shown by her noises coming from her throat and her fidgeting hands, but Lucky was there to comfort her as was Bahamut quickly enough. "You won't be far from home -- and you won't be alone, sunshine. You'll make lots of friends who are just like you." Leon's voice spoke of a solemn promise. "And if anyone picks on you, you saw how everyone reacted." Ashe offered that kind of mom smile that would make even the strongest trainer feel a chill then. Willow felt confident in her parent's words, gripping Lucky's ribbon that had been offered.
Turning to Xavier then, she sat up straight in her godfather's lap. "I'd... 'ike t' at'en'... pl'eas'!" Ashe hadn't been expecting that but she looked relieved as did Leon. The partner pokemon did as well. Their daughter was growing up and while she didn't quite grasp the concept of school, in time, she would.
It was a big first step -- but Willow was showing just how brave she could be in taking it.
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STOP KOSA
To whom it may concern, including LGBTQ organizations, allies and supporters,
There has been a lot of talk in the recent months, both in and out of our governments, about how to keep kids safe online. This is a goal we should all get behind and a goal we can all agree on. We want children to be safe online, and to have guidelines in place to do so. However, lately, there is a bill that has entered the stage and been passed by the US Commerce Committee onto the Senate floor that would do the opposite of this. The Kids Online Safety Act, also known as KOSA, attempts to do this in a very flawed and misguided way. KOSA claims to be about protecting kids, but it's true objective is to censor a wide range of speech in response to concerns about young people spending too much time on social media and encountering harmful content. This will have an incredibly negative effect on LGBTQA+ youth. Many of them use the Internet as a means to escape their otherwise unpleasant situations. Sometimes, it can even save their lives. This bill would make it harder for them to obtain any actual help, and express themselves. In a time where the narrative against The LGBTQA+ Community is becoming more and more hostile, this bill is the last thing they need.
We believe that this bill would be weaponized and used against those who do not share the same views as the conservative government, and other content that the US officials do not believe is appropriate for young children to see, this obviously including LGBTQ content. Using the rhetoric of ‘LGBTQ content is not appropriate for children’ stems from the homophobic ideas that all people who are LGBTQ are ‘groomers’, overly sexual and trying to ‘lure innocent children into being queer’, instead of simply people who want to live their lives in peace and exist as who they are. This kind of rhetoric goes as far back as the 1600s! And yet is still being used today, 4023 years later! This bill is no different.It would classify ALL LGBTQ CONTENT as inapproprite and ‘pornographic’, whether sexual in nature or not.
In short, this bill would censor vital information on the internet, which is the widest and most commonly used resource on this planet, all because parents cannot control what their child sees on the internet.
Do you really think it should be the Government’s responsibility to parent our children and decide what content our children, and ourselves are allowed to see? The Government, which so commonly changes its views on minorities and vulnerable people, and is made of many different people with many different views? The Government, who we see time and time again throughout history trying to tear down minorities and those who speak against them all for the sake of maintaining their power? Are these the people we want deciding whether we are adult enough to see two men holding hands, and taking all our online autonomy away from us?
Would it not be simpler to educate children, young adults, toddlers on how to use the internet as we would with anything dangerous we use? In our rapidly developing modern climate, technology is quickly becoming a bigger and bigger part of young children’s lives, and yet the Government decides to ban educational resources instead of putting more funding behind education for online safety, for teachers so they may have the budget to teach online safety in classrooms up and down the country? And in resources for parents on websites that are safe for children, in how to control online access and how to teach their children about inappropriate content for themselves, keeping the safety of a child in a parent’s hands rather than a faceless US offical?
We stand here today begging you to assist us in opposing this fight for our freedom, our spaces, our often life saving resources online so that we may not see more lives lost and more people hurt all for the sake of the Government having control over who speaks online. We ask to publicly oppose KOSA, to show the Government that we do not want this bill, and that we won’t stop until it is out of senate hands. We will stand together and secure our online safety and our online autonomy.
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Thinking about that last post I reblogged made me remember an older post that folks have forgotten about it. So rather than find it, I'm gonna rewrite it in my own words with my thoughts added to it.
(if anything, it'll be my interpretation of it and an encapsulation of how our system runs things. I wanna say the original post was made by @/system-of-a-feather but I could be wrong)
Littles won't always "act their age." Littles are not actual children. They are alters, a part of a whole identity that has been fractured off to cope with complex trauma via dissociation.
In our system, most of the littles embody parts of our childhood and that can include "pure, wholesome" parts. That can also include "unwholesome" parts, like sexual trauma or physical trauma. So you can expect their worldview to be a bit different from the average child. Hell, some littles will hold different perspectives of the SAME memory and will react accordingly.
We have littles who curse, watch Markiplier, read/watch things that are aimed at an older audience, make references to adult concepts, and some are even hypersexual. Yes, I know it's not pretty, especially when you picture an actual child. But guess what? They're not actual children. They're a reaction to trauma. So don't expect us to "react pretty."
For us, as an adult system, who is currently 24 years old, we cannot hide adult concepts from them. We can help them cope and stay safe, but all of them already know that the concepts exist. Especially when they're in the presence of our protectors and caretakers.
Now, while final fusion isn't our goal, some systems do have that goal. And to achieve that, you cannot hide these concepts from littles. I'm certain that if you do that, you'll only strengthen dissociative barriers, which is bad for recovery, final fusion or not. I mean think about it. How can you be fully fused while also sectioning off parts of your brain because you're treating those parts like actual children?
Littles are a case-by-case situation, just like all alters. They're people. They're not actual kids, but they're still people with a specific worldview. All we can do with ours is teach them that things are now safe and they don't have to be scared anymore. They can cope in ways that help them. They can be treated how they want to be treated. They're worthy of respect and love and deserve autonomy. They can grow up. (And if them growing up means not being a little anymore, then that's fine. But if they still wanna be a little who can act like a grownup when needed, that's also fine)
We do worry about them acting in ways that are immature and unhelpful but that is the same for many other alters in our system, little or not.
This also reminds me of age regression, which may not be the same for singlets, but for us, even during regression, we still understand adult concepts. We may interact with them or maybe we avoid them. It's situational! All that matters is making sure we're not fucking things up and that we're not doing things we'll regret. That includes making sure we are able to cope with triggers, should they happen, and avoid making decisions we KNOW we are not able to in the current state of mind.
All in all, do not expect littles to act like children and do not shame them for acting any differently than you expect them to. They are not physical kids, especially if the system they're a part of is not a child.
I would not expect a 40 year old alter in a physical body of an 18 year old to act their age. So I'm not gonna do the same for a little. It's case-by-case. It's up to the system, mainly the protectors and caretakers, to decide.
Our system goal is healthy multiplicity, lowering dissociative barriers, and communication through all parts. Sheltering our littles from adult concepts and treating them in ways they don't want to be treated will NOT help that. We're not going to force adult concepts on them, but we're not going to hide them from the littles either.
#seriously tho#we have a little who loves things all princessy and pure and hates being dirty#we also have a little who's a wild child and loves all things gross and will curse and has tons of energy#it's almost as if they're different people with different needs coping with trauma symptoms#post#osdd#discourse#vent#almost#little#damn people really need to do their research on trauma and coping#it's as if people don't want to see us as a fragmented identity formed by trauma#but a quirky disorder with people in our head#so they expect us to treat littles like children and then act upset when littles don't act like kids
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Killing Machine
I wrote the following essay five years ago today, on the 84th anniversary of my mother's birth. It's five years later and we have made zero progress. Think about why that is while reading this, please.
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I don’t talk about guns much. I don’t own one, after all, and they don’t play a part in my day-to-day life.
It’s not because I’m afraid of them. It’s not because I don’t know how to use one. It’s not because I don’t know how to take care of one. I’ve known how to safely use a gun since I was eight or nine. I was on the Rifle Team in high school. I’ve had many instructors over the years, but the first person to teach me how to use a gun properly was my father.
For those who don’t know him, I’ll provide a little background information. He was a Marine combat medic during the Korean conflict. He served on the front lines during that conflict. Earned a Purple Heart there, pulling soldiers out of harm’s way to treat them, despite the shrapnel embedded in his arm. Kept pulling them out of harm’s way for days while wounded without getting treated himself, because he was in better condition than they were.
It took me decades to get the story of the scar on his arm from him. He doesn’t talk about that time in his life much. He also doesn’t own a gun. He knows what guns do to the human body, has had to deal with that first hand. He taught myself and my brothers that a gun isn’t a toy, it’s not for fun. It’s a tool designed with one purpose in mind: to kill. I don’t think that lesson really took for us, when he first told us. I know that it didn’t take for me. Do you know how much fun it is to fill a two-liter soda bottle with water, screw the top down tight, and then watch it explode when you put a round through it?
We had guns in the house when I was younger. My brothers and I each had our own single-shot .22 rifle. Used for plinking at the soda bottles I mentioned more than anything else. My dad had a shotgun for the annual Thanksgiving time deer hunting he and his brothers did. I don’t remember him ever bringing a deer home, so I’m not sure if he ever really used it for more than an excuse to spend time with his brothers. I know that I wanted to get old enough to go hunting with him and my uncles.
That was the gun my mother used to commit suicide.
That was when the “guns are not toys” lesson finally sank in.
My father hasn’t owned a gun since.
Today should have been my mother’s 84th birthday. I would love to be able to call her up and wish her a “Happy Birthday, Mom!” but I can’t. A gun took that away from me.
There is a fetishization about guns in this country. They’ve been romanticized since the founding of the country. The image of the backwoods patriot with his squirrel rifle fighting off the Redcoats in iconic. As is the image of the tough, good man with the fast draw, defending himself and his loved ones from the bad guys in nearly every western ever made.
Part of the problem, I suspect, is that the people who want guns the most are the ones who understand what they really do the least. They don’t protect you from your government. They don’t keep you safe in your own home. [Statistics say that you’re far more likely to kill yourself, or a family member, if you own a gun, then if you don’t. How is that safe?]
What they do, is give frightened people the illusion of safety. And for those people to be able to maintain that illusion, they’re willing to let our nation’s children be sacrificed regularly, and more and more frequently.
You know that it’s fear driving them, because you can NOT have a rational discussion with them about gun control, about the need for proper laws, and proper access, and proper training. There are more laws on the books for vehicle ownership, safety, and licensing, than for guns. Than for a tool whose only purpose is to kill. Think about that… It takes longer to buy a car than a gun in many states. AND you have to already be trained and licensed to operate the vehicle. The gun? Not so much.
How many of you who love your guns more than you love other people’s children have ever seen first hand what a gun can do? I’ve known what a gun is really used for, and what it can really do, since my mother’s death. Since I saw her corpse laying in its coffin, with its reconstructed face that bore almost no resemblance to her.
You want your guns so you can feel safe? Fine. I want sane gun laws to feel that my grandsons are safe when they leave for school. I want guns at least as tightly regulated as automobiles. Years of training. Licensing. Background checks. Limited amounts of ammo per person. Limited clip size. You want to keep a killing machine in your house? Fine. Then know how to use it. And know what it can do.
What it can do is destroy lives.
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"Childhood emotional neglect (CEN) is where a child's emotional needs are not met by their caregivers, leading to a lack of attachment and emotional development. This neglect may involve ignoring a child's emotional distress, failing to provide comfort or support, or possibly not responding to their emotional cues. The effects of CEN can last well into adulthood, affecting our relationships, self-esteem, and overall mental health... understanding CEN is not about having someone to blame, it's about understanding what's going in on our life so we can take responsibility for caring for ourselves."
"All of sudden we may feel we are going to be abandoned and start thinking about leaving them first, right, so they don't leave us, we get out first."
7 Subtle Signs of CEN
1. Emotional Numbness - complete disconnection, trouble expressing.
"If we tend not to respond to our life experiences, no emotional response at all, it might be because our feelings have gone underground because we didn't learn how to accept them as children, so it was just safer to stuff them and forget they exist altogether"
2. Low self-esteem - feelings of worthlessness, negative self-image
"When our emotional needs aren't met when we're little we can believe that we don't have a right to take up space or be seen and heard, or that we're unimportant....every time we reach out for love and support, we aren't met with it...and we can start to believe that something is wrong with us...that leads to negative self-talk and low self-esteem."
3. Picking the wrong people
"Maybe it's not all about them, maybe it's us.. there's a reason behind [picking the wrong people] ... maybe we had an emotionally unavailable parent, and even though we may want a partner who shows up and is vulnerable and loving and kind to us; our brain can feel safer with what we know, which could be someone who's a little distant or emotionally unavailable. So we tend to pick partners and friends who make us feel safe versus actually being safe."
"Maybe we don't even feel fully comfortable with emotional vulnerability so subconsciously, we sabotage our relationships or friendships with healthy people before they even happen because something just feels off to us...so we can find ourselves picking fights, looking for small things we don't like."
4. Impulsivity - overeating, undereating, drug & alcohol abuse, unsafe sex, or other dangerous activities
"As children, we all have impulse control issues. They don't have any impulse control, they want, they do, they run, they jump, it can feel very chaotic... But what's supposed to happen is our parents or caregivers should step in and set boundaries for us and then help us learn how to navigate and kind of manage our impulses and develop a sense of self-control. This could come in the form of teaching us how to be patient or how to express our emotions around what's coming up when we can't do that thing right away. And when this doesn't happen in a healthy way, our impulse management system can still be operated by our inner child... and so we, as adult us, can feel like we have no control...what we need to do to work on this is we need to reparent that part of ourselves, that child that's running the show inside, learning that there is an adult present...and this adult can help us learn how to handle our desires and impulses in a very adult manner."
5. Difficulty regulating emotions - outbursts, constant mood swings
"We have to be taught through life from our parents how to accept our emotions, identify them, then learn how to tolerate them and then, what do we do with those emotions? And if our parent, or parents, aren't there for us emotionally in the way that we need, it's going to be hard for us to think that how we feel is valuable, important, and worth learning about. Instead, we can think how we feel is wrong, shameful, or to be ignored, which can make it hard for us to identify and regulate them as we get older."
6. Perfectionism - trying to be perfect OR NOT trying something at all. Checking out, procrastinating, dialing things in can be symptoms of perfectionism.
"Those who experienced CEN may feel an intense need or pull to be perfect which can result in a constant state of stress and anxiety"
"It's essentially all or nothing thinking, black or white. 'If i can't do it perfectly, I won't do it at all.' ... Our brains may think that in order to secure worth and be safe, we have to do everything perfectly. So we strive every day to do things just the right way in the hopes that then and only then will we feel valued, loved, and worthy of care."
7. Difficulty making decisions
"Those of us who experienced CEN may struggle to make decisions and feel like we're always seeking validation from others. There are a couple of reasons for this, #1, when we don't learn how to regulate our emotions well, we can have a hard time getting the information we need from them to make healthy decisions. Either our emotions feel way out control, or we don't trust them, or possibly both. And either way, we are no longer in tune with them as a source of information. Because of that, we might have had some bad decisions in our lives, or trusted others to make them for us. And now we don't trust ourselves to make any decisions ever. Or second, maybe we just have a fractured sense of internal trust... Part of the way that we learn to trust ourselves is through our parents or caregivers. They reflect back to us that we are safe and capable. And when that gets distorted, or we aren't getting any feedback from them, we might feel like we're unable to make decisions, like we can't trust our gut because we don't even know how to tap into it and when we have, we've been told that's wrong."
"If you recognized any of these signs within yourself, it's okay, it can get better."
"The point of learning all of this is not to blame our parents but to take responsibility for our own healing."
"We are not responsible for the choices our parents made, but we are responsible for the choices that we're going to make right now and how we want to parent ourselves."
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This is what Memorial Day means....
I really need a filter.... Just made a Wal-Mart employee cry.
Employee: Have a GREAT Memorial Day Mam'
Me: (trying to pull of a fake smile) I won't but thanks.
Employee: Why not? No big BBQ plans, swimming plans, at least sleeping late plans?
Me: Do you even know what Memorial Day is about?
Employee: Well sure I do! Its to thank all the members of the Armed Forces for their service.
THIS IS WHERE I SHOULD HAVE WALKED AWAY.
Me: No mam', that's Veterans' Day. Memorial Day is the day that we, as Americans, are supposed to stop and think about all the men and women that went to war for our country and never came home. It's a time to remember the little boy whose dad left and will never make another baseball game because he was killed in Iraq. It's about the little girl who will never have her father to walk her down the isle at her wedding because a terrorist blew up his convoy. It's about imagining what it felt like to be cleaning the kitchen after a long day of watching children by yourself because your husband is in Afghanistan, only to hear a door bell ring and being greeted by uniform soldiers, to inform you that you are now a widow. It's about the mothers and fathers that bury their only child because that child decided to be a hero for their country. It's about remembering that we do still have men and women on the front lines and that EVERY SINGLE MOMENT could be their last. It is about the men and women that did come home, that lock themselves in their homes this weekend because the guilt they feel for coming home safe, eats them alive. It's about the babies that were born after their father was killed, that will never get the chance to know the hero that he was.
Employee: (tears in her eyes) I just meant....
Me: It is NOT about your 'blow-out sales', your pool parties, your BBQ's or how drunk you and your friends get tonight. Try remembering why tomorrow is special and why you need to remember. I hope that you have a GREAT weekend and that maybe, just maybe, tomorrow will mean something more to you then you would have ever thought.
After I walked away an Army Veteran came up to me with tears in his eyes and thanked me for putting into words what he has felt for the last 20 years. He hugged me and thanked me for caring so much for his brothers that never came home. Its our jobs as American's to care. It's our job to teach our children to care. Teach them why we do not work tomorrow and why they get a 3 day weekend. Enjoy them and think about the families who are missing a huge part of their hearts on a daily basis....
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The Puritanical Roots of America have overgrown everywhere. CUT THEM OFF!
Whether it is the war on drugs, the criminalizing and punishments given to those who are deemed alternative, neuro-divergent, or in some cases outright racist - when it comes to criminal justice and policing.
Where many countries and societal systems recognize the need to treat mental disorder and drug use as a reformative and societal issue, typically the United States has had a zero tolerance and punishment till normalized, homogenized behavior is exhibited kind of policy. The massive failure of 'the war on drugs' and the inherent racism in the criminal justice system which does do not differentiate between users and distributors and the State that codifies it into law - all of it is the result of these roots that our society, at large, has developed from. The farther away you go from those roots, the more irrelevant they seem and yet, their ugliness is still preserved and taken pride in, as heritage.
Whether it is labor relations where workers are treated with long hours of dreary work with any pursuit of creative expression at work dealt with outright hostility and harsh policy made by faceless management; in how reproductive health is mismanaged through essentials misinformation and lack of hygiene (why do women have to pay for baseline and safe menstrual products? I don't mind people who pay for the expensive ones - but baseline products should be freely distributed in schools and pharmacies - this is a public health issue not a civil rights issue); in contraceptive products (fuck abstinence only learning); in how childbirth is done (maternal leave is a privilege, yea fuck that!); in parenting and the way it is taught (child has to sleep away from parents and cry through the night - fuck that!, mom's don't have to breastfeed and if they do, only for a few months and not in public - save me from this bullshit morality); in teaching systems that severely underpay teachers and make drones out of students.
While learning is essentially a process that enlarges world views, we treat it as a test of character and make it reward and punishment oriented for no reason.
A big part of puritanical logic is shaming - which is how we do with our vulnerable populations. Our trans populations, our sex workers, our caregivers, our children, our service people, our comrades employed in the retail service sectors, our nonprofits - all operate from the laurels of work being held as among the highest ideals.
Any irregular approach or deviance from the set norms is censured as a shame-worthy act to be despised. You are actively encouraged to pick upon and talk about 'them' in harsh voices on public platforms so as not to encourage and definitely censor any attempts at further exploration into the validity of just being un-puritanical.
We need ways, strategies top recognize these ugly systems and remove them completely from our thinking and doing.
There are better ways to community building out there.
Our legacy of the burdensome puritanical thought system is truly among the ugliest and most mind numbing and creativity stifling ways to approach living a life.
We must build public and private spaces which fosters an environment of growth for people of all ages, statures, means, and abilities.
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Early Childhood Education Centres Near Me
Early childhood education centres near me provide educational experiences that build a foundation for children to learn and grow. This includes social and emotional development, language and literacy, cognition, and physical development. These centres provide safe and caring learning environments in child development centers, family child care homes, and community settings. They promote the full inclusion of all children in their care, and engage parents as children’s first and most influential teachers.
They also offer support and training to help families meet their children’s needs. They use research-based practices that promote positive outcomes for all children, including those with special needs. They recognize and value families’ cultures, languages, and traditions as sources of knowledge to be shared with children. And they promote strong relationships as the foundation of early learning and lifelong success.
The most reputable schools in the United States for early childhood education have programs that are accredited by nationally recognized organizations, and are recognized by state educational agencies. They are characterized by high levels of professional qualifications for the teaching staff, and a focus on children’s developmental needs and interests. They also offer opportunities for teacher research and student teaching, as well as for family involvement.
Most ECEs in Nova Scotia do not have group health insurance or a pension plan. They work long hours and often are underpaid, making it difficult to recruit and retain them. The government needs to change this by adjusting funding rates to inflation, developing a provincial wait-list for ECEs, extending full-time hours in centres and day homes, introducing flexible work arrangements for part-time employees, and providing benefits such as paid sick leave.
Educators and parents should work together to help all children succeed. This starts by establishing good communication with the child’s teachers. The teacher can then make informed decisions about the child’s development and needs. The child’s parents can contribute by sharing their interests and activities with the teacher, as well as their own cultural and language heritage. The teacher can incorporate these into the child’s daily routines and planned activities.
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