#BUT always the risk of being married off to a relative

[star-realities]

[teaboot]

Cuddles, analyzed:

Little Spoon: Feeling of being held and protected. Comforting pressure, like a weighted blanket. Warm. Down side: Slightly claustrophobic. Limbs lose circulation. Possibility of being crushed. Risk of overheating. Difficult to change positions without disrupting your partner. Good for the partner who sleeps like a fucking log and is always too cold.

Big Spoon: Satisfaction of keeping your partner safe and covered. Also warm. Easier to sneak away and piss. Loose, whimsical clinging options. Down side: Vulnerable to outside threats. Risk of becoming too cold. Little to no soothing surface pressure. Good for the partner who is protective and proactive.

Middle positions: Covered on all sides. Maximum skin contact, maximum surface pressure. Warm, protected, cherished position. Down side: Restricted range of movement. Possibility of overheating. Morning breath from at least one partner.

Face-to-face: Intimate. Offers the opportunity to stare lovingly at your partner while their eyes are closed, to admire and observe and to think of the past and future. Excellent for late night conversation. Down side: 100% certainty of direct morning breath blast. Relatively distant, physically. Weird blanket drape allows for draft.

Back-to-back: Primary choice for defensive position. Eyes on both sides. Maximum blanket tension. No morning breath. Easy to sneak off and back without being disruptive. Booty buddies. Down side: Feels a lil like you're a married couple going through hard times in a hallmark movie. The least cuddly of cuddles.

Stacked, Top: Freedom of movement. Warm. Heartbeat and breathing both detectable. Good for a spur of the moment nap on a shared surface. Perfect for a small partner on the go. Down side: Somewhat cold. Feels a little one-sided. Might roll off.

Stacked, Bottom: The most surface pressure possible. The most body heat possible. Heartbeat and breathing detectable. Secure position, greatest validation of affection. Down side: Zero freedom of movement. Worst for circulation. Worst for pee and water breaks. Highest risk of being drooled on.

Stacked, Middle: Expert level. Do not attempt. Worst of both top and bottom positions with the benefits of neither. Zero ventilation, no range of motion. This ride only stops for emergencies, and crying is not an emergency. Avoid.

[tonkatsubowl]

false love.

jing yuan x fem!reader nsfw themes (cursing and stuff i think. mentions of domestic abuse and self harm. mentions of suicide. no, jing yuan aint hurting u bb girl). read at your own risk. english isn’t my first language, so please don’t mind the grammatical errors. (っ◞‸◟ c)

⪩ arranged marriage. the reader and jing yuan have an arranged marriage and she is stuck, disliking every moment of it, until...

TERM DIRECTORY ◖y/n: your name ◖e/c: eye color ◖h/c: hair color ◖l/n: last name

part two. / part three. / part four. / part five. / part six. / part seven.

"worthless girl," you hear your father say as he smacked down the scrolls onto the floor, "the most you can do for this family is to not be fucking useless and accept this marriage. but since you aren't listening, we will still go through it anyway."

but that wasn't surprising. your family was known to do things to and for you without your consent. this marriage? this arranged marriage? you didn't know about it until you woke up this morning, and apparently this had been planned for months now. you didn't know who you were getting married to, but according to your siblings (that also loathed you as the rest), you were getting married to a military leader.

you were the eldest child of the l/n family, and every first born child was expected to at least be married in their early ages, but if the child fails to meet that traditional requirement, then they would be forced into an arranged marriage.

in truth, you didn't trust anyone. you didn't go out as often, you didn't know a lot of men. you didn't trust any men. you weren't fearful, but with how the world is, you just couldn't trust anyone. and now here you are, forcing to sign your life away to a man you've never met. a man you will hate.

you were a quiet child. despite being the oldest, your younger siblings were treated with respect, love and care...because they seemed to be more talented than you. however, because you were the oldest, you were easy to get rid of. then again, your family wanted to get rid of you from the beginning. it was to the point where your father had practically brainwashed your siblings to dislike you. ultimately for no reason, too. but you just went with it. you were used to this treatment. why haven't you died sooner? you should've been successful in your past attempts.

"dear," you hear your mother call out to your father, "general jing yuan is here."

"ah, brilliant. we can get rid of this useless little girl once and for all." your father replied as he stood up.

as your father left the scene to greet your unknown fiance, you stared yourself at the mirror. you wore a crimson cheongsam, and some decorative ornaments that covered your visage. you sat there, solemn and dull, unable to truly feel anything. you...didn't feel beautiful, even though the house servants of your home had pampered you up enough to look..."decent" and "pleasing" enough to the eye. you just didn't see the beauty in you. you always thought of yourself as useless. ugly. worthless. and now here you are, still looking the same as you were being sent off to spend the rest of your life with some man you never met.

"y/n." a house servant enters your room, bowing formally. "it's time."

slowly, you got up, silently making your way to follow the servant to where the private wedding would take place. you walked past your younger siblings who followed their gaze with you, ultimately disappointed in you, and ready to get rid of their older sibling from the rest of their lives. they will never see you again. and you will never see any of these filthy relatives ever again. that was the best part, at least.

entering the room, you were greeted with the sight of an unfamiliar man who has his back turned towards you. his silver, fluffy hair held up, the government official who officiates your marriage, and your cruel parents to witness your marriage.

you didn't even dare to look at the general. you didn't care. you just wanted to die as quickly as possible. a part of you had hoped that he was kind enough to kill you the same day the both of you wed...so you didn't have to live in this world anymore where you were always hurt. always distrusting others. always meant to be a failure.

the general stole a look at you, however, but he didn't say anything. he patiently listened to the officiate's words, and replied with an, "i do". and you did the same, but your voice was quiet. delicate. precious. like a flower that was stomped on repeatedly, barely able to survive. wedding vows and other wedding-related stuff later, you were finally sent off to be escorted by jing yuan, his lieutenant yanqing, off into his home to live in forever.

standing before you was the sanctum, and you came here by a fancy carriage. the city was in celebration due to the general's wedding. others were happy, and you were the only person who...just didn't seem excited.

"y/n," you hear the general speak to you in a loving voice. dangerous, you thought. it's a lie. it's a fake. he's just acting sweet because he's your husband. behind closed doors, he'll... "we're here."

extending a hand towards you, he caught you flinching. you had thought that the general would hit you, or harm you in some way...but opening your eyes, you see that he merely wanted to hold your hand to escort you out of the carriage. slowly, you nod, taking his hand. shaking. you were afraid, but you tried not to show it.

unbeknownst to you, both yanqing and jing yuan made eye contact with each other briefly after you had flinched.

jing yuan carefully escorted you out of the carriage, and slowly wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he gave a wave towards his people. yanqing was nearby, and another made her appearance.

"ah, fu xuan," jing yuan greeted, "has everything been complete?"

"yeah," fu xuan replied, "lunch has been set up, as well as everything else. i made sure to give you extra dessert this time since you kept complaining last time." a roll of the diviner's eyes, earning a heart-filled laugh from the general. "congratulations on your wedding anyway. and ma'am... miss y/n." a formal bow. "i am fu xuan. master diviner of the divination commission, at your service. please do not hesitate to call for me if you need any assistance."

"haha! thank you, fu xuan."

you were silent, still. you didn't even respond. your eyes remain downwards, staring into nothingness below you. fu xuan looked at yanqing, then to jing yuan, who had nodded slowly. fu xuan nodded, as though they were communicating with each other in silence. then, the master diviner left, leaving you and your husband to enter the sanctum.

upon entering, you were greeted with more of his assistants and servants, which you didn't even bother to care about. you just wanted to disappear. you just wanted to⸻

"y/n." you hear the general's voice. "i hope everything has been to your liking so far. there will be a lunch that has been prepared for us this afternoon to celebrate. would you like some warm tea before hand?"

you paused for a moment as he looked down towards you. you were unable to look at him, but you would want some tea...only due to the fact your hands were cold. you wanted to hold a cup of hot tea to warm them up. "...⸻⸻yes."

it mustered everything for you to respond. god, you felt so weak. you were so delicate. jing yuan smiled softly at you, slowly reaching towards your hands...before stopping.

"...may i hold your hand, y/n?"

you pause, looking at his own hands which were close to yours. you were scared. you were hesitant. but... you were getting cold due to your anxiety.

"..." you nodded slowly, as he took your hands in his.

god, they were warm. they were...soft. they were rough due to the fact he's been in many battles, and they were...large. surprisingly enough, you felt...so safe. jing yuan felt your hands relax in his, earning him a rewarding smile for himself. "let's prepare some tea together. do you happen to favor jasmine?"

your eyes sparkled for a bit. yes, jasmine was your favorite. you loved jasmine tea. it was one of the few comfort teas that you would drink to calm yourself. this time, you displayed a bit of expression as you nodded. "y...yes. jasmine tea is actually my favorite."

"aah, is that so?" jing yuan chuckled, "it is one of my favorite as well. i'll be sure to brew it properly so you can a strong flavor. our tea has been harvested from the best of the best, after all."

you looked down, a bit excited. but you were afraid that if you showed any sort of emotion...you would get hit. but you kept your gaze low to your feet, not wanting to look...

then, jing yuan escorted you to the patio outside, which you were greeted by the sight of the beauty of xianzhou luofu. you could see the sky...you could see the birds flying. for the first time, you felt so...free. but you were unsure.

your husband escorted you to your seat, then right after, he began to brew the tea before you. you watched carefully, seeing everything that he did...and giving you the opportunity to actually give the general a look. he...was beautiful. his silver hair, his golden eyes... he seemed so trusting. he was beautiful. too beautiful. and you were married to him.

god, he must be in love with someone else. he was cheating on you, you bet. he was just here to follow traditions, you bet. there must be another woman involved. you weren't the only one, you thought. there had to be⸻

"y/n?"

you snap back to reality as your eyes look up to meet jing yuan's. the look on his face...the look of sincerity. a gentle look. god, he was so beautiful. and his eyes looked so...soft. he tilted his head, his smile tugging at his lips as he looked at you with a bit of concern.

disgusting.

"are you alright?"

your eyes soften a bit, gaze returning to fixate on the jasmine tea that he had poured for you already.

"you haven't touched your tea, yet. is something the matter? do you believe i have poisoned it? i can drink it for you, if you'd like."

you shake your head. "n-no, it's alright. i just...spaced out."

it didn't matter if it was poisoned. it would be another way to go out.

you pick up the cup of tea, bringing it up to your lips, tasting the warmth of the jasmine-induced tea and...

ah.

your eyes bright up. your cheeks paint themselves with a soft, crimson color. it was...sublime. the taste of the tea was perfect. it was amongst the best...no, it was the best jasmine tea you've ever tasted. it was...perfect. it was amazing.

you could see jing yuan smiling as well, seeing that he was very observant to your behavior and to what you liked, disliked...and what made you fear the most.

"it's...it's really good," you murmur, "i enjoy it. a-alot. th...thank you."

jing yuan's smile widened. "of course. anything to make my wife happy, after all."

happy...happy?

what a strange man.

to fixate on one's happiness⸻yours, especially. was this an obligation, or just something he wanted to do willy-nilly? you were unsure, but for whatever the future holds for the both of you...you hoped that it would make you disappear soon.

but, truth to be told, the future that was promised for you was no danger, neither was it truly a tunnel of neverending darkness.

unbeknownst to you, you were free. and you were going to be happy.

and jing yuan will make sure of it.

[moronkombat]

i think i need raiden nsfw alphabet🫣‼️😍 pls and thank you

god mk1 raiden got me fucked up

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Extremely affectionate and touchy after sex. He checks in on his partner frequently, asking them if it was good for them or if they need anything. He is a dedicated lover and will provide them as much care and attention they need. Truth be told, he is much more partial to the aftercare than the actual sex itself but it probably because he is a hopeless romantic when it comes to relationships

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Raiden is a humble man who practices humility. He does not often admire himself or think of his favorite features. He is proud of his toned arms and continues to work hard to maintain his physique. Often blushes when his partner notices the strength laced in the muscles of his arms

Their eyes. Raiden loves all of his partner through and through but loves their eyes the most. They are his windows to a sky he will find himself lost in

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Has no preference for one over the other. Raiden is not focused on finishing, but rather living in the moment of pleasure with his partner. There are times he cums on his partner's stomach or in a condom as he does not want to risk pregnancy just yet. Though, there are moments when he is far too caught up in lust to notice he has indeed painted his partner's insides white

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Tempted to use his affinity for electricity on his partner while in the bedroom. However, Raiden worries it may be too much and thus has not suggested it but he continues to fantasize about it

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Raiden is a virgin and has no experience at all when it comes to intimacy and sex. He is very open to exploring that subject with his partner, however

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Raiden is traditional and enjoys missionary the most. He feels closely connected to his partner and has the romantic thought of this how married couples sleep with each other which makes him sappily joyous

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Both but not always intentionally. Raiden can make light of things or be rather adorably concerned with his partner's pleasure. Though he is also quite the romantic and will do his best to make the experience incredibly loving

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Raiden is relatively well kempt but not entirely shaved. The hair is short and naturally trim as he does not grow hair on his body easily. In the past he used to be insecure about that fact but has grown to accept it

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Raiden is the master of affection during sex. There's kissing, caressing all along his partner's body. Sex is a declaration of love and he loves his partner so very much. Naturally he will have this declaration of love be intimate, passionate and meaningful

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Raiden does partake in such actions but tries not to. Why? He thinks it to be improper and boyish but he but a man with urges that cannot be sated all the time. He mostly masturbates in the shower and will feel a bit ashamed or embarrassed after. Yet, he keeps partaking in this act so how guilty is he really?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Body Worship- Cannot stop himself from admiring his partner's body inside and out. He vocalizes his thoughts on his partner's body openly during sex and will have his lips explore all that you have exposed to him

Shibari- Raiden loves the beauty of it. There is an exhilarating tranquility about it that intoxicates him. Raiden prefers when he and his partner enjoy the experience together rather than just one being bound by such freeing ropes

Praise- He becomes quite the puppy dog when receiving praise from his partner. His spine curls and twists, and his hips move faster and eager. He wants to please his partner and to know he is doing just that sends him to heaven

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Intimate places such as a bedroom or living room. He feels honored to be in his partner's living space and feels a swell of domestic bliss when he takes his partner in his bed. It reminds Raiden of being married which is ultimately his goal with his partner

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Raiden is brought into that intimate mood when his partner is affectionate and when displaying those cuddly acts of love. Raiden loves the concept of love so when his partner is showing that he gets this rather insatiable high. He is also turned on by those little love hickeys he and his partner leave on each other. His eyes find them painted on your skin and fingers ghost over his own and soon he is wishing to get you alone

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Manipulating tendencies in a person is his biggest turn off. He finds that to be foul and low. He does not want someone in his life who uses others to gain advantages

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving oral because of how much it makes you moan and squirm. He knows he's making you feel good and that, in turn, makes him feel good. Don't be fooled though. He is a secret lover of receiving oral. He's a panting mess when he receives it

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He starts off very slow and slowly eases himself into a faster paceOnce he begins to really get into things he can hardly stop. He's fast and panting, chasing this new sensation and wanting more and more

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not opposed to it but prefers to have long and intimate sex with his partner. To have sex quickly is to deny that full declaration of love and adoration. However, Raiden is quite attracted to the idea of a quick little physical chat about love between the two of you

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Raiden is always up for experimentation. He will try anything his partner wants to unless it involves manipulating or hurting another person. Other than that he is game to try new things with his partner

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Raiden has quite a bit of stamina and could probably do three rounds in one sitting but he rarely does considering one round can take a considerable amount of time

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

While he does not own any toys, he is open to trying them in the bedroom. Anything to enhance love making with his partner, Raiden is willing to try

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Raiden is a tease but he doesn't see it that way. He loves to really take his him with his partner, leaving them dangling on that edge again and again. He wants to them to feel everything over and over which can lead to his partner becoming overstimulated or left just on the edge of pleasure

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Raiden will get vocal and is unabashed with letting you know just how good you feel. He moans or softly grunts into your ear and whispers praise to you frequently. Get him really going and he becomes a rather loud bedroom partner

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Raiden fantasizes about your wedding day often and gets rather hard thinking about your wedding night. He can't wait until he marries you and fucks you for the first time as your husband

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Raiden is built lean but toned. He is refined in muscle tone but not carved from marble. He can appear quite soft but is anything but when you run your hands along him. He is also exceptionally flexible which has its many advantages

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Raiden's sex drive is rather moderate. He and his partner will have sex multiple times a week but not typically more than once a day. It not that he doesn't want to have sex frequently, he does but he also likes taking his time

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Raiden is often not tired after sex but his partner is and so he is content with laying beside them as they fall asleep. Once his partner has fallen asleep, Raiden is quick to follow and holds them tight throughout the night

[auspicioustidings]

Ae Fond Kiss - Part 4

A Prayer in the Prospect of Death

Summary: The years pass and you find out how Simon feels about you before a familiar face arrives. Words: 2.8k

Parts: 1 2 3 4

“Tell me luv.”

Simon had his fingers tucked under your chin to tilt your head up so you could no longer easily hide. Urgh he was so bloody perceptive. 

“It’s silly.”

“You’re always silly, now tell me.”

You fought the urge to blow a raspberry at him. He was truly the most stubbornly protective human you had ever met and he never just let things go if you said it was fine. He always knew when something was bothering you despite your attempts to hide it. 

“What am I supposed to do when Joey starts nursery?”

You sighed and dropped any attempt to hide how miserable the thought made you. When you and Johnny had gotten married you had decided that you’d be a stay at home mum. You didn’t have a career you were attached to and Johnny made enough to support the household. Honestly you had come to enjoy it in the last year. You decorated your home for every holiday, experimented in the kitchen until you were actually a very good home cook and baker, always felt safe and content with how well you knew your own space and how cosy and clean you kept it. 

It was never how you imagined yourself if you were honest, a homemaker. The idea of you actually sort of enjoying cleaning would have made you feel somewhat ill 5 years ago. But now you were in your own home with a toddler you loved to death and, though you often were reluctant to admit it out loud, a man you loved to death. You had been front and centre for all of Joey’s firsts and you wouldn’t trade that for anything. 

Simon missed his first steps. Johnny had been fine doing video calls while he was on base during off hours, but you didn’t even have the number of Simon’s work phone. It used to frustrate you that it felt like he didn’t even exist the moment he left for work, but he had spoken about his family on your first Christmas together and it made you understand. He would never carry anything on him as the Ghost that could link back to you, even in the relative safety of the base during downtime. 

Now Joey would be out of the house for most of the day. You could have waited, not sent him to nursery and just kept him home until school, but you knew it would be for your sake rather than his. He loved being around other kids and some of the friends he had made from you taking him to every toddler group in the area in an attempt to be a good mother would be starting nursery as well. 

Could you just do nothing all day? Between Johnny’s insurance and death in service benefits and Simon insisting on funnelling money in, you could certainly afford it now, but it felt so wrong when Johnny was dead and Simon was doing the exact job that had killed him.

“What do you mean? You do the same as you do right now if you’re still happy doing it but without him.”

“Lounge around and do nothing while you are out risking your life you mean.”

Simon considered, always careful to think the situation through rather than reply impulsively. He was annoyed with himself for not seeing sooner that you were undervaluing yourself, only considering taking care of Joey which was a full time job in itself as contributing. While it had been a source of bitter guilt in the beginning, he had started to forget how much younger you were than him. He really should have seen it, no woman in her early 20s saw her full worth. 

“Princess, you decorated this whole house while I was deployed and you’re the one that fixes things or organises for them to be fixed when they break. You cook almost all our meals from scratch and then make extra to donate to the community kitchen. The garden is immaculate because you follow the planting plan you made yourself and are out there doing maintenance every day. You do not now nor have you ever lounged about doing nothing, even if I would like it if you did.”

He already felt bad enough about it. When he was home he threw himself in, tried to take as much off of you as possible even when he was nowhere near as fast or good at things. If anything he was contributing nowhere near enough money to cover all the full time jobs you were gracefully juggling (only because it had already been a fight to accept any money at all, he gave you what you accepted and then put almost the rest of his pay into an account for Joey).

“Shut up!” you whined, battering fists against his chest as your face flamed. 

You had lived together now for just around 3 years. You had been intimately involved for 2. It still absolutely floored you when he was nice to you and made butterflies erupt in your stomach. It was so ridiculous to feel like some wide eyed teen with a crush when it came to this idiot. Unfortunately his favourite hobby was fucking with you when you were taken off guard like this.

“Aww baby girl, you know how much I appreciate everything you do for me and Joe don’t you? We’d fall apart without you beautiful” he said in a smooth rumble, peppering kisses across your cheeks and down your neck. 

It wasn’t fair that he could just tease you with a version of him that adored you. A version that you enjoyed even if you didn’t really think it was real. Sure there had been a maybe ‘I love you’ years ago after all that sexual tension broke and he seemed to be happy enough, but you could only imagine that if he ever knew how you felt about him he would run. The last 3 years you had fought at every turn to protect your heart, but you had stopped denying at least to yourself that it was pathetically his now.  

“Don’t do that.”

“You don’t want praise and kisses?”

He raised an eyebrow and tried to hide a small smile. You loved praised and kisses, he knew that because in the bedroom he could use that to turn you into a pile of obedient princess who did whatever he said if it would earn you his adulation. But it was just sex wasn’t it? 

“I don’t want you to pretend.”

He was confused by that and you wanted to sink into the floor to avoid this conversation. You had been avoiding it for a while now. 

“I… fuck. Simon, I don’t- it’s not just sex to me” you choked out, not sure how to put it into words without straight out admitting that you were hopelessly in love with him and wanted him in you and J’s lives permanently. 

“Christ, you pretty little idiot” he growled, grabbing your face roughly in his hands. “I love you. I am in love with you. I’m not Johnny, I don’t do big romantic gestures. I’m not the kind of man to tell you all the time how I feel. I’m the kind of man who is a selfish bastard because I don’t give a fuck if you deserve someone who does. You are mine. You have been for years. Do you understand me?”

You could only blink wide-eyed as your brain tried to catch up with the whole world restarting itself after the shock.  

“Do you understand me?” he snapped. 

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl… wanna get married?”

You stuttered out an outraged shout, feeling the tears that had been building drying up at the audacity of this man. 

“Johnny took me to the cabin. He made me a replica of the first dinner we had together and set the table outside during the sunset. He organised for fireworks!”

“Told you I don’t do romantic gestures.”

“Fine!”

“Fine?”

“Fine, let’s get married Casper. You’re the fucking worst.”

“Don’t I know it princess. I’m not wearing a tie.”

“Then I’m not wearing a dress.”

“Yes you bloody well are!”

“Wanna bet?!”

-

He did not wear a tie, but Joey did. Your dress was beautiful. Gaz officiated your wedding for the second time. Price said there was an emergency so he couldn’t make it - you weren’t really sure you believed him.

-

As you cleared up after the whirlwind that was breakfast in a house with a 9 year old late for school, you sighed and stuck on a heat patch. You were starting to wonder if being off birth control was maybe a little pointless because in the past 18 months it had only reminded you how much you hated periods after years of them being gone as a useful side effect.

It had been something you were speaking about since you got married. You had always wanted more kids. Simon had never even expected he’d have one. You were terrified of a repeat of your first pregnancy, he was terrified that his genes were poisonous. You had enough money with his hefty pay and your small business (you had started it up soon after Joey had started nursery and you got a lot of orders for events, birthdays and weddings for sets of biscuits. You imagined wherever Johnny was he was howling with laughter that you had turned into a home baker after all the kitchen disasters he had seen). 

In the end it had been Joseph who made the decision. One shrugged mention of how he thought it’d be nice to have a little sibling and that was that. There was not one thing in the whole wide world you and Simon would not give him if it was in your power. Although you were starting to think it wasn’t in your power at all. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t have an active sex life and in honesty it had only gotten more active from the breeding kink Simon had uncovered as soon as it was a possibility. But it just hadn’t happened. 

You wondered if it was better that it hadn’t, at least until Joey was 10. That was when you had agreed you would tell him everything. On advice of a psychologist you had told him that Simon wasn’t his biological father very early on, as early as he could understand the concept, although stressed he was still his dad. The only thing you mentioned about his biological father was that he had died even though that was very much against the psychologists advice, she had said to tell him everything about Johnny.

But in 4 months he would turn 10 and he knew that you would answer his questions then. It was shitty of the two of you really, to hide Johnny until now. Joey’s grandmother still saw him, but she never talked about her son or who he was. It was cowardice. Simon had been speaking with a therapist for years about how to let go of the idea that Johnny died because he couldn’t save him. You felt ill at the idea of your son knowing you had married his dead father’s best friend. Both of you were so scared of Johnny’s ghost that you kept him from his son for nearly a decade. 

Well sort of. Joey knew who Johnny was, just not that he was his father. There were photos of him in the house. Whenever Gaz, Price and their partner (that had been a whole drama, but you were happy the three of them finally worked it out) were around, sometimes they would reminisce about him. Well Gaz and Simon did, Price would just look pained and excuse himself to get a drink.

You could only hope that Joey wouldn’t hate you, but then he was such a great kid. A little wild, but incredibly kind and empathetic beyond his years. He had Johnny’s eyes. You thought that he’d understand when you explained it all. Maybe he’d yell at you for thinking he would blame you for falling in love with his dad, but he’d understand. 

You focused on cleaning up and getting the kitchen back clean and cosy how you liked it, deciding not to borrow worries from the future.

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Price had told him to settle his arse down in the base and let him travel down and talk to him before he went anywhere. Johnny ignored him. He had just saved the fucking world, there was not one thing that was going to keep him from his wife and child one second longer.

He had debriefed already, been medically cleared to leave. He knew the paperwork was going to be horrendous given that he was legally dead, but frankly he’d leave it for the intelligence agencies to deal with given how much of a big bloody favour he had just done them. He got your address off of them given that Price hadn’t given it to him, just telling him to wait until he got there. Fuck that.

It didn’t take too long to get himself there. It was oddly comforting hearing all the English accents after a decade of hearing almost entirely Russian even if he’d be moving your pretty arse back North of the border as soon as he could. Not a chance was his family living in Carlisle. He wondered why you would move that far from the Highlands where his family was. You had always been no contact with your own family, maybe you had reconciled with them and moved to be closer? 

He would find out. Whatever it was he’d support you. God he loved you, he had missed you so fucking much. He had imagined the reunion for years, thought of your smile and your laugh when he needed to remind himself what he was fighting for, thought of your soft skin and tight pussy when he needed to relieve some tension with his right hand. Whenever he sent up a prayer in the prospect of death, it was for you that he prayed he would survive.

He thought of how he’d hold you for days when he got back. He knew you would have raised a wonderful son and he could not wait to meet the person he had become. He’d hold him as well, spend days cuddled up and watching movies with his family. 

And then he’d take you to the cabin and lose himself in your body. Fuck it was strange to think he’d have to consider it wasn’t just you two anymore. He didn’t want to lose any time with his son, but he needed alone time with you as well. He’d work it out. 

The house was nice, sort of quaint with the pretty flowers both real and painted on the door. It hurt knowing if he hadn’t been away you’d have something bigger. You would have had to for a growing family. 

He wished he had stopped and gotten a change of clothes and a haircut. He was in military issued sweats and a hoodie and his hair had grown out to curl around his ears. He really should have shaved as well, a task he hadn’t had time for in the chaos of the last few months. But fuck it, he was here and he couldn’t wait. 

It was almost like an out of body experience knocking on the door, knowing he was seconds away from you. He should have realised that there was another person around who could answer the door, but he hadn’t been thinking. The Joseph he knew was a tiny baby, not a bright eyed kid with a toothy grin in a football strip (a bloody Man U strip at that, Johnny just knew his uncle Simon would have had a hand in that and it made him grin knowing his best friend was still in his son’s life).

“Ye got big!” he belted, excited beyond proper introductions at seeing his son. 

The kid furrowed his brows for a moment before he brightened with recognition. Johnny assumed now was about the time for crying and yelling and hugging. He was unprepared for the alternative. 

“I know you! You’re dad’s Sergeant! I thought you died.”

His heart lurched, putting the dots together well before his brain could. 

“Joe hurry it up! We’ll miss kick-off!”

Johnny knew that voice. It was not yours. 

“I’m ready!”

“You better be! Right, who’s at the door then?”

The voice got closer and even though he wanted to run Johnny was rooted to the spot. It felt like the next 10 seconds as the footsteps and voice came closer was hours. The door swung wider open as a hand pulled on it from behind and then he was looking into the eyes of Simon Riley. The silence was deafening until Johnny broke it.

“What the fuck did you do Si!”

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

thinking about that one part in your naoya fic where he’s like “I’d hate for us to have a shotgun wedding” and imagining, he’d totally get reader knocked up the night they’re married. Then 9 months later his relatives would be all 🙄 because they totally thought it was an accident but no he’s just determined to start a family. he’d be so obnoxious when reader starts takings days off like :) hey isn’t it nice to stay home all day :) you could get used to this right :) you wanna quit your job

Well now you've got me thinking about Naoya gettin reader pregnant and shit goddamn sksksk

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Naoya would be RELENTLESS on your wedding night, holy fuck. He would insist on going as many rounds as possible, cumming inside you as many times as he can so that you're filled to the brim with cum. His breeding kink is running wild, thoughts of you growing round with his child making him go feral. Each time you think he's all done, he suddenly imagines you pregnant and then he's mounting you again 😔 Ends up fucking you eight times in total, he's just that obsessed with you 😔

It's really no surprise that you got pregnant after the intense wedding night you have. You announce your pregnancy and the whole family is like "wow, what a surprise 🙄😒" like they KNEW this was gonna happen, the Zen'in men are notorious for getting their wives pregnant as soon as possible so this is just par for the course sksksk. There would be rumors of it being a shotgun wedding but all the women know what the Zen'in men are like so the gossip doesn't last for long.

As for Naoya, he gets downright ANNOYING during your pregnancy. He keeps your pregnancy test until you start showing because he likes having a physical reminder of your pregnancy. Acts like you'll break if you do literally anything, so he doesn't let you lift a finger. Ends up doing a lot of chores just because he thinks that any kind of activity could harm the baby and he'd rather die than risk that. He complains about cleaning and cooking but he refuses to let you help. "You better be grateful that I'm being so nice and making dinner for you. Not every husband would subject themselves to woman's work like this. No, I don't want your help! You need to rest; what if something happens to the baby?!" Just so obnoxious sksksk

He just gets worse as time goes on. You start showing and he can't keep his hands off your tummy, always trying to feel the baby kick or move around. Always bragging about how "we're pregnant :)" and telling people how far along you are, as if he did anything more than pump his load into you 🙄 Loves going baby shopping despite complaining that it's something that the women should worry about. He just likes looking at all the clothes and toys and little trinkets he'll get to use once he's finally a father. It makes his tummy all fuzzy and happy and he gets this sweet dopey grin on his face that is just so cute and sincere.

Once you start taking time off, he doubles down on trying to get you to stay home for good. Just like you said, he's all "isn't this nice? :) Staying home and relaxing all day, taking care of yourself and the baby? :) Wouldn't you like to do this all the time? :) Don't you think it'd be nice to quit your silly job and let me take care of you two? :)" He's so passive aggressive about it like it's ridiculous!! Just wants you to be his little stay at home wife and have you take care of his kids. Gets so pissy if you refuse but can't do shit because you're pregnant and he loves you or whatever 😒

Just wait until the baby finally arrives, he will go INSANE. He's so obsessed with being a father, maybe bc of his upbringing and views on society but maybe also bc he wants to be a better dad than his own father was and he wants to make things right. I guess you'll just have to give him a chance and see how it goes...

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[kankuroplease]

are you going to make a Hc for all of Wolfgang's children???👀👁️👄👁️ I love it, ma'am, thank you very much! to make Hcs 😭 sniff* can you make a Hc for the little pirate Arashi, he's the baby of the family like his mother 😆 '' I like his little pirate mustache and Captain Hook look.🏴‍☠️

Who knows lol but Arashi is how he looks

His parents were seasoned vets by the time he popped out

So he was relatively easy to handle even though he was a bit hyper compared to the others

He spent most of his childhood trying to keep up with his older siblings and matured rather quickly because if it

He even thought he’d hit a growth spurt like Asahi did, but that never happened

He’s the shortest of the boys in his family and roughly about the same height as his mother

No one really missed with him because everyone knew his older siblings were very protective of him and they (and their ninken) didn’t necessarily believe in fair fights

So it was smooth sailing for him

He told his dad most of his secrets

And he told his mother all of his secrets (she knew about his first boyfriend before anyone else)

Asahi was always dark and mysterious, so Arashi didn’t even noticed when he moved out

He didn’t get much time with Kuri as she got married and moved out while he was still young

Frederick always let him get away with everything because he refused to act as a parental figure when he wasn’t

Leonie let him play with her paints as long as he didn’t touch the works she was working on or had completed

Mika taught him how to swim

Sena taught him how to successfully hide things in places others wouldn’t think of

He got bored of the mundane things that filled his day while Asahi, Frederick, and Sena would be out exploring the world

So he hoped onto the first ship he could to do the same

But as luck would have it, that ship got ship wrecked and he was stranded on an island for a fortnight before getting rescued and taken to a port that was a pirate’s paradise

That’s where he joined a crew and fell in love the dangers and highs of being a pirate

No rules (well some rules) and the open salty sea was great

He learned to appreciate how his life was and even met his soulmate

A beautiful man from an island he never heard of

Rudest man he had ever met but also one of the kindest pirates around

Who also just so happened to be the captains son

He would risk being captured freeing other pirates whenever the opportunity arised

There was never a dull moment

They sailed for years, but eventually, Arashi got a bit homesick

He was also fairly certain his then husband was over the whole sea shanty deal

But they couldn’t go to his husbands home town because his father would almost certainly drag him back on the ship if he found them

So settling down in Arashi’s hometown was a good idea

He was a bit nervous to introduce his family to his husband as he never discussed his sexuality

It was a relief when all his siblings and parents welcomed them both with open arms even after all these years

And even more of a relief that his husband loved this village

They set to building a home while camping out under the stars (they passed on stay with Wolfgang and Ringo)

And worked as farmers during the day

He really wouldn’t change anything (accept for having to yank his husband’s wanted pictures off of walls lol s when they do manage to travel)

[ma1dmer]

Final Fantasy - Aymeric De Borel NSFW

i haven't touched the game in so long, but that doesn't stop me

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he cleans you up and orders for a warm bath to be started for the both of you, he'll help you wash up and kiss you ,thanking you for the experience

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): thighs, this man is positively enamoured with your legs and especially your thighs, the soft mostly unmarked skin, he’s always keeping a gentle hand over your knee when you are sitting close together, and when he is feeling particularly bold he trails it up to simply swipe gentle circles on the inside of your thigh, innocently of course

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): doesn't like the mess or if there is one, the risk, of bringing a heir in the world right now, too much going on to even consider that

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): he likes a bit of manhandling, wants someone to take control briefly off of his hands, wants you to want him so strongly it clouds your senses, to push him against a wall before crushing your lips on his, teeth and tongue ,he wants you to tell him how you want him, what he has to do to please you , order him around, pull his hair and he is yours

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): very very little, some very awkward halfway fumblings in the past that went nowhere, and then he got too busy and simply had no time or will to pursue anyone or anything

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): simple yet effective, missionary and riding him

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he keeps a generally light attitude but does like things to be emotionally charged , he wants your eyes on him, and he'll kiss all your laughs and smiles ,smiling against your lips himself before sighing in pleasure

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): he shaves, keeps everything nice and smooth, its just easier than having to trim all the time, he always smells nice, if he knows you are meeting up he always prepares, even if you don't end up doing anything

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): very romantic, he'll have a fancy dinner under the moonlight prepared, take you out for a stroll ,pick roses for you and then offer fancy wine ,the anticipation slowly building between you two as you flirt back and forth over the night, is foreplay on its own, no matter if its your first time or you've been married for the past 50 years he always acts as if its your first date and he's just now trying to woo you

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): he doesn't indulge himself nearly enough, but loves the idea of you helping him out, your hand gripping him as you mouth at his throat and tell him how much you love him, he gets these sort of random thoughts that have him frustrated and unable to focus on his tasks

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): he is relatively vanilla in this aspect, nothing that really stands out, except perhaps a bit of roleplaying

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): your bedrooms, he needs his privacy and to have his head clear of worries about being caught being improper

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): using any sort of authoritive tone, when you defend yourself, or when speaking to someone of status or when you get angry or just anything like that, it makes his heart and belly make a little swoop and he can’t help but be a bit distracted the rest of the day 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): anything in public , the idea of getting caught is mortifying especially considering his status 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): he lives to serve you, from your ankles up to your knees, up your thighs, he’ll tell you to lay back and describes in detail what you do to him , how you make him feel and how he wishes to kiss the ground you walk on

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): Slow and sensual ,he takes his time with you, unwrapping and savouring you like a gift

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): he might say no initially but he is easy to persuade , likes the game of you coming to seek him out, but its more likely that he’ll send you off with promises of later 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): his status doesn't really allow for anything too risky, even if you manage to convince him to try something a bit out of the ordinary, he has to be prepared for the worst outcome so you usually plan things days in advance

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): it really all depends for how long were you teasing each other and if it was planned or not

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): he does not feel particularly strongly for or against them, whatever pleases you, but would love for you to tell him what you do to get yourself off when he isn't there, were you thinking of him perhaps?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he absolutely is a tease, he is playful when he is comfortable with you, likes to come up behind you and whisper what he wants to do to you or what you can do to him later before walking away to return to his work

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he mumbles a lot, pet names and professions of love and he does moan, breathlessly when he gets close to cumming, he would feel ashamed if he knew exactly how loud he gets when you two are alone

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): he has quite a vivid imagination and he often thinks of ways he’d like to have you as he plans your next dates, things almost never play out the way he plans them to but he doesn’t really mind as long as you are both happy in the end

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): he is pretty everywhere, average, a bit on the longer and thinner side and it curves nicely

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): he is very good at keeping his urges under control,  on top of that he barely has the time to rest properly with his position, let alone remember to get horny

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he needs to be dragged to bed, you need to personally come and pry him off his work and even then he makes it very difficult with his polite words and affectionate terms, telling you he'll be with you shortly and placating your worries with a smile and a soft darling, stand strong and drag him to bed

[zootopiathingz]

Rambling about the titanic AU I mentioned because it must be made

Firstly I honestly can’t decide if I want the non-human characters (Bowser, Toads, etc.) to be human for the sake of this AU. I’d at least make them half-human so they still give off the same vibes of their original character while looking less cartoon-y in a tragic story like this. Also the ship they are traveling on will not be called Titanic (I don’t think I need to explain why) but I can’t think of any other names, so if anyone has any ideas please share!

Obviously for the character counterparts Peach takes the role of Rose, Mario takes the role of Jack, and Bowser is the role of Cal. Everyone else is not subjected to a specific character but will fill a certain role in some way (aka Luigi filling in for Jack’s friend and Toadsworth filling in for Rose’s mother).

Peach and Bowser are not monarchs, but rather aristocrats, arranged to be married for monetary reasons and are traveling to the ceremony. Alongside them are Toadsworth—Peach’s father figure, Kamek—Bowser’s henchman, and some toad and koopa servants, Toadette being Peach’s handmaid. Mario and Luigi are still plumbers, who are always traveling from one place to the next, and one day win tickets to a grand voyage in a poker game.

The plot goes relatively the same; Peach is dreading her inevitable loveless marriage, she meets Mario who saves her life, they get to know each other and eventually fall in love, but are met with a tragic fate when the ship hits an iceberg, etc. However I refuse to believe that on a sinking ship Mario wouldn’t focus on saving his little brother, so during that portion of the story he is desperately trying to help Peach and Luigi survive even if it means risking his own life. Yes, this is still a love story, but the man can have multiple priorities okay?

[niuniente]

Alright, I've got a inquiry. Why doesn't Kizzie just disown her dad? Then legally she's not related to him and should be able to stay in the music business in her town, right? I've read a lot of stories about adults who have disowned their parents so theoretically this could work?

Grudges carry really, really far. I've grown up in a rural area, where grudges carried over for centuries. What your great-great-great uncle did in 1823 mattered so much that you were still tainted by that action. It was even worse if it was someone from your immediate family, like a parent or a sibling.

No matter of disowning this relative or trying to explain that I am NOT the same as my family member and hey, this thing happened in 1744 didn't take the grudge away. These carry (still!) in small areas to such extend that you might have difficulties getting a job (because the said great-great-great uncle screwed something over, or your great-great-grandmother was rumored to bewitch someone's cow so that it died).

Same works the other way around, too! If you great-great-great uncle was someone important and very valued, you're automatically great and valued too. You don't have to do anything to earn this respect; it's automatically given to you in your blood.

For example, the small rural area where I grew up in always celebrated everyone who graduated from a high school. The people in the area collected some money, typically like 100€, to give for the student as their sign of a gratitude. Typically 1 or 2 students graduated each year, some years none did.

This was a long tradition. Everyone had gotten money. But, when I graduated from a high school, I wasn't given money but a cheap utensil set.

It took me like two decades to understand that why I was not given money was because of my father's reputation and our status. While he was a hard working guy, he was also financially abusive, always in dept. The people apparently feared that if I get money, my father will take it, so they bought me utensils. But they bought a cheap set with less value than the 100€ because we were a newcomer family, clearly not to be trusted that well with no roots in the area (we had lived there 9 years by this time but were still "not welcomed" because we didn't originate from the area), and thus, my value as a person in that area was low. I was an outsider getting into a tradition which had been going on for a long time but which clearly belonged only to the people who had lived there for long as a family line.

While Lywood is a big city, the music scene there is like a little world or a village of its own. This is still true in modern days, too. When my friend, who works in an entertainment industry and in the capitol area, started a relationship with a same sex partner, they both hid their relationship for 10 years from work, because they both feared they would lose their jobs. And we're talking about the entertainment industry! Actors, directors, composers, dancers, opera singers, artists etc. who are generally very LGBTQA+ friendly (and this whole country is) - and yet, since in the industry everyone knows everyone, my friend and the partner didn't want to take a risk of their reputation being stained by their personal love life. They honestly openly came out as a couple after 10 years when they got married and my friend had gained enough reputation as a reliable employee and her resume was honorable enough to guarantee her more work in the future. It seemed to pay off as she signed a contract with a company for a permanent position recently, and she doesn't have to jump from a project to another.

These kinds of things are at play with Kizzie's case. Curiously enough, Kizzie seemed have taken a risk and counted it as the least of all evils to ask help from a Death-Head....

[lightlycareless]

Au where y/n takes her daughter to go see the barbie movie 🥺🥺🥺

Heya anon!

I'm sorry I took a while to respond, but I never forgot about this ask!

I gotta say, I was happy when I got it; I was in the middle of a trip I didn't enjoy very much, so it gave me something to look forward to when I got back home! So thank you so much for this and your patience!! 🥺❤️❤️❤️

As always, here is thy chapter warnings: pure fluff, a bit of... innuendos but like slightly, almost invisible, it's Y/N and Naoya being gross with one another, like a true couple lol. And some of the topics that the Barbie movie talks about.

Without any further ado, happy reading!

It took me a while to decide whether Y/N would take her daughter to watch the Barbie movie or not, considering its PG-13 (I’m going with the idea that she’s not a teenager yet, maybe around 7-8?) and it has some topics that someone that young might not understand or become frightened by them you know? At least that’s what I thought when trying to put myself in the situation if I had a kid that would want to see the movie.

But after going through that dilemma, I’ve finally decided that Y/N would definitely take her daughter to see it, but only once she checked some things first of course!!

Let’s set a bit of context first.

I’m assuming you must know what my fixation, or major one at least, is so imma say Y/N and Naoya met during college, fell in love, got married, and after a while (not so much, they wanted a family ASAP) and had a lovely daughter named Naomi 😊

Naoya is the “breadwinner” per se, the one that works most of the time to provide his family with a good lifestyle, and that he certainly did. He initially bought a small apartment when it was still just the two of you, because in your own words, “with him at the office, and yours in your, there’s no need for that many rooms.”

That immediately changed when your pregnancy was announced. If anything, it seemed there were not enough rooms now.

“Our baby needs a room to play with her toys. But what if she wants to draw, or paint?”

“We’ll set up a room for that, that way she won’t dirty her toys.”

“And if she wants to play with her plushies? I’m afraid she’ll get hurt by the soft-hard contrast of each other!”

“We can’t take any risks; I’ll order a plush upholstered room just for that—”

“No, all the rooms! What if she accidentally trips and hits herself?!”

Of course, they didn’t follow through with that, because after sharing their plans with fellow relatives, they were quickly talked out of it. Saying that it wasn’t for the good of the baby to grow up so sheltered, and their wallets. Something that Naoya didn’t really pay attention to, eventually convinced otherwise when suggested that instead of spending money on that, it could be saved in literally anything else.

Cue the expensive, never-ending gifts from Naoya. Whatever his girls wanted, they would get—he’s the next CEO to his family’s company, it would be stupid to act like he wasn’t!

Because he’s so doting in one aspect, he’s a bit reserved in the other, at least outwardly… and a bit inwardly too since this is all new territory for him—He didn’t grow up in a loving household where words and displays of affection would be done, but Naoya is really trying his best.

He still cares for you and Naomi, of course, he just lets money do the talking for him.

But worry not, where he lacks, that’s where you step in!

Taking the role of “stay at home mom” once announced your pregnancy, you’re the one that ends up all the time with Naomi, showering her affection, reminding her how much she’s loved by the two, as well as keeping Naoya up to date when he’s away.

Wherever Naomi went, pictures needed to be taken: either posing near the ducks of her favorite garden, showing off her new acquisition (you always bought something for her, whether she asked for it or not) or just enjoying a scoop of ice cream in a hot day, or when picking her up when school—didn’t matter, it had to be shared, and Naoya appreciated all of those pictures, keeping them in a dedicated album for him to look back on to when he’s feeling particularly down, although he always ends up a bit regretful because he wishes he could be there in person.

Because of your closeness to her, you’re the first person she runs to tell of her day, or whatever crosses her mind, thus Barbie comes into your life.

Outside of the craze that seemed to taint every living thing with pink, your closeness with her is what led you to learn that Naomi wants to see the Barbie movie, which you were more than happy to oblige to as you usually did, until of course, this became the first exception.

You always liked going to the movies with her because it usually meant an amazing day out altogether. It was either going to the park first, getting something to eat later, and watching a movie at the end of the day; or anything else really, whatever Naomi felt like doing—it didn’t really matter, because going out with her was enough for you.

In fact, as soon as Naomi came to you, with her big adorable golden eyes and her even cuter smile to tell you how she wanted to see Barbie —which you were waiting for, really, it’s what everyone has been talking about after all— you immediately pulled out your phone to buy tickets… but upon seeing the rating, you stopped.

It was the first time you’d have to tell her a maybe, instead of the decisive yes she was accustomed to, making her frown and pout out of confusion.

“Oh, it’s nothing! It’s just that I remembered I had some things already planned with my friends, but I’ll let you know when we can go, ok?” you smile, gently ruffling her hair before pulling her into a tight hug and peppering her cheeks with endless kisses, only ceasing when she whined you to stop.

You’d let her be soon after, while you… well, continued to debate whether to take her to the movie or not.

After all, the whole world seemed to be in on it: the dressing in pink, greeting each other Barbie, or Ken, blasting the classic song from Aqua and singing along to it… it was only natural that your cute daughter wanted to be on it too, hell, you even the parents of her classmates being on it too!!

As days went on, and you still had to make a decision, guilt began to settle inside you for having unwittingly made Naomi feel excluded.

You attempted to mend this by changing her school supplies to all pink, decorating her hair with pink accessories—clips, ribbons, diadems, you call it, she has it— or styling her uniform with whatever was allowed to be pink. Her school actually bent the rules to comply to the children’s wants, after being… “persuaded” by the parents to do so—talk about the privileges of being in a private institution!

It didn’t take long after that before Naoya was deeply intrigued by her daughter’s newest obsession; first it was some show she watched when she was younger, then it was zebras, and now, the color pink.

Ever the one to ignore things he considered mainstream, more so when they extended beyond his realm of interest, this caught him completely off guard; even getting the point of believing he was going mad because once he saw his daughter obsess with the color, he began to see it everywhere.

It was in Naomi’s school supplies, her clothes, even bedroom, everywhere he glanced, pink was in. Sure, by that point he was really intrigued to know the reason behind this craze, but it still wasn’t enough for him to ask.

If that’s what his baby wanted to be happy, then he’ll oblige. He wasn’t like those parents that didn’t have money to subsidy their children’s interests, so he was for sure not going to act like one.

His curiosity would only get the best of him one night when laying beside you in bed.

Naoya had other plans in mind for the night, which were quickly foiled upon seeing you hyper focused on nothing but your phone, scrolling through endless and endless pages of stores, social media, and articles, all relating to the cause behind his wonder: Barbie.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” he’d finally relent after minutes and minutes of being ignored, resting his head over your shoulder and draping an arm over your waist. “Surely your phone can’t be much more interesting that me.”

“No, of course not” You smirk, getting into a more comfortable position so he could see what you were looking at. “But I have to this first, or I won’t be able to sleep!”

“Is that what’s keeping you up at night?” you sigh.

“It’s Naomi—she wants to see the movie, but I don’t know if it’s the right thing.”

“What’s this?” he smirks “You? Telling her no? That’s a first.”

“And it hurts me to do it!” You pout, he kisses your cheek.

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“Because the movie is actually much deeper than I thought, and I don’t know if our pumpkin is ready for that.”

“What the hell can a movie about dolls talk about?” he scoffs, voicing the same thought you had when seeing the rating.

“Very interesting topics, actually.” you explain, and he raises his eyebrows. “Social topics”

“Oh”

“Yeah, and I don’t know if she’s ready for them yet” you sigh again, before turning off your phone and putting it to the side, finally allowing you to snuggle against Naoya, who didn’t hesitate to move in a way that allowed your head to rest on his chest.

“I don’t recall ever worrying about those things when I was her age, but I guess it can only go two ways” you say.

“Which are…?”

“She either learns from this or is horrified by it!” you shrill “And I don’t want to scare her! If only could know what kind of reaction she’ll have beforehand!!”

“Why don’t you watch the movie first before deciding whether to take her or not?” he suggests, and at that moment, like the sun breaking the horizon, a new opportunity opens before you.  

“That’s it! That’s exactly what I could do! And once I see it with my own eyes, I can debate whether it’s suitable for her or not” you look up to him, eyes glistening with excitement. “How about it, hm? Shall we go to the movies, like we used to back in the day?”

Naoya hesitates, for he doesn’t want to be seen watching that movie, but your pleading eyes, the same one Naomi uses when she wants something, as well as the cause behind it, gets through him, and soon finds himself complying to your demands—not like he didn’t do so anyways, but truly, you and his daughter have him wrapped around their finger.

“Alright” he murmurs with a pout. “I Guess I could clear up my schedule and go.”

You giggle, admiring how he loves to play hard to get, as if he wouldn’t drop everything for his family.

It’s quite charming, cute even, and you feel so lucky that only you can see that side of him. Although you wished he’d be a bit more open with Naomi…

“I knew I could trust you to clear up my mind” you smile, snuggling further against him. “My dear husband.”

“I’m glad I was of help, but…” he begins slowly, one of his hands sliding further and further down your body. “I know another way to clear up your mind, I can show you if you’d like.”

You bite your lower lip, face flustered as you around, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Well, we can’t be too sure.”

You end up buying tickets for a showing two the days after, the day Naoya took off to go with you—it’s one of the perks of being so high up the chain in his job, he doesn’t need to give explanations or why he’s not going to work, he can just do it and that’s it.

Doesn’t mean his co-workers won’t inquire about it, more so when his day off was in the most random of dates.

Knowing this, the two end up going to a theater of his choosing, far away from the ones he considered busy, but still up to his standards, and of course, with extra cautionary steps to avoid being followed by his pesky relatives, and subsequently recognized.

“Naoya, honey, this is too much.” You’d say when walking towards the entrance, hand-in-hand with your husband. “Don’t you think we’re… attracting too much attention like this?”

Naoya wanted to go undercover, discreetly as possible so as to avoid suspicions, although his definition of discreet greatly varied from one another.

While you decided to wear a pair of jeans, and a comfortable pink hoodie (gotta follow the trend)… Naoya decided to go full on… well, he looked good, that’s all you’re going to say.

“What? Just because we’re going undercover doesn’t mean we’re going to do it… like that” he says, referring to an unsuspecting movie-goer and their… seemingly underdressed appearance. You gently elbowed him. He groans.

“Don’t be rude” you scold. “Besides, we’re standing out too much.”

You tried to be solidary to his appearance by wearing a pair of black shades, but now that you compare yourself to literally everyone else, it looks like you’re both part of the Men in Black.

“Then what do you suggest?” he asks, rubbing his arm where it still hurts.

“Lose the glasses” you suggest with a pout. “We look like total weirdos going into a building with them…”

“Hey, you agreed to it.”

“I mean, that was before we got here. It’s not my fault I just realized how silly we look” you say, swiftly taking off your glasses and placing them on their respective case before putting them away. “There, much better—besides, you’re too handsome to be hiding behind them!”

“That’s what it was, eh?” Naoya smirks, taking off his glasses; you grab them. “You just wanted to see me.”

You blush.

“And what about it?” you look away. “It’s been a while since we’ve gone out on a date just the two of us… not that I mind going out with Naomi, but… you know… it’s not the same.”

He sighs, giving you a smile before pulling your hand to his lips and kissing it. “I promise to go out more with you—just the two of us.”

Your heart flutters.

“I’d like that.”

After promises were made, you and Naoya go ahead to check in, deciding to buy popcorn and a drink—at first your husband said he didn’t want anything, saying something about a diet or so, but after getting a taste he succumbed to them immediately.

Once finding your seats and getting comfortable, the movie finally begins.

There isn’t much commentary to give at the beginning, outside of laughing at some of the silly scenes (mainly on your part, Naoya just scoffs) and how suddenly dark it gets from time to time. But outside of that, you and Naoya seem to think of the movie as… well, adequate for their daughter, nothing extraordinary, it certainly has the silliness she enjoys, making them wonder why it even got that PG-13 rating…

Until, of course, “real world” part; that’s when you and Naoya understand why many people thought this movie might be inappropriate for younger children.

There’s a lot of topics most kids don’t even fathom yet, ones that need the appropriate guidance of a caring adult, so they know how to handle them when they reach certain maturity.

It doesn’t take long before you and Naoya began to envision how confused Naomi was going to be upon seeing Barbie getting catcalled, kicked out of her house, the sudden change of behavior from the rest of the Barbie’s, and overall, the dilemma Ken has regarding his relationship with her.

But most importantly, the main point of the movie: existential crisis.

While Naomi would most definitely not understand that, or any of the past points, you and Naoya would feel the movie to be hitting “a bit too close to home” having been forced to reflect on these issues in the past as the young adults they were, either for their own individualism, careers, or their future as a couple…

Soon, they no longer worried how this would affect Naomi, but rather, how it spoke to them.

And by the time screening ended, lights turned on abruptly and revealing your and Naoya’s response to it: teary eyed, soaked cheeks, and speechless.

Your husband was quick to cover his face, putting his glasses on before anyone else got to see him in that state, whilst cursing how “there’s no respect nowadays” as he dried the tears on his cheek. You, on the other hand, simply wiped the tears out of your face, careless if anyone else saw you like that because first, it was a darn good movie, so yeah, you cried because of it. And secondly, you weren’t the only one crying in that room so who cares…

It's only until they get into the car that they realize one of the messages of the movie, at least the one they could relate to the most: their baby girl was growing.

In a few years, she’d be a teenager, bringing along all the struggles that come with such age, and then, a woman. One that will have to face the world on her own—because even if they will always be there to support her, there are some battles only she could take.

No one ever said raising a child was easy, less in a society as harsh as the one they lived in, but even with all their fears, it was something both still looked forward to. To create memories together, guide her through this difficult thing called life, and see Naomi grow into the wonderful person she was bound to become.

Getting the overwhelming need to see their daughter, you and Naoya skipped the rest of their plans and headed straight back home, where Naomi was eagerly waiting for them alongside her nanny.

The child was undeniably happy to see her parents back home, always did, but at this moment she couldn’t be anything but surprised when Naoya was the first one to rush to her, picking her up in her arms and giving her the tightest hug he could without hurting her.

“What’s wrong, papa?” Naomi would eventually ask upon feeling his hug go uncharacteristically longer than it usually does, as if him hugging her wasn’t weird on its own.

“Uh—nothing.” Naoya would say, doing his best to hide the tears in his eyes and the tremble in his voice. “Can’t I hug my princess?”

And while she’s never one to deny affection, Naomi can’t stop herself from looking at you perplexedly, as if seeking the answers of her confusion from you.

But you only reassure her with a smile, walking towards them and joining their hug. It’s then that Naomi concedes to simply accept her parent’s doting, nuzzling against Naoya as she reciprocates the hug, as much as her small arms could.

“How about we go out to eat?” Naoya suggests, looking at her with a smile. “We can go anywhere you want, pumpkin.”

Her eyes twinkle, for it’s no secret she’d been waiting for the perfect moment to suggest this place—not like she needed to, but she likes to organize her dates. You and Naoya chuckle, kissing her on the cheek, each on one side, a gesture that makes her blush out of embarrassment.

It’s safe to say that after careful consideration, both decided to take Naomi to watch Barbie, dressed up in the cutest, pinkest, most adorable outfit you could put together—with you and Naoya to match along, although more discreetly in your husband’s part, he still doesn’t get the pink trend, less when he was suddenly called Ken.

And as expected, the movie was a total success to Naomi, although there were moments where she’d look confused, but those were nothing compared to the ones where she’d laugh out loud.

Overall, it was a movie she greatly enjoyed, even with the confusions that came along: ones that both you and Naoya were prepared for, having long understood this could be the perfect opportunity to introduce to her.

She’ll understand half of it, perhaps even less than that, but it didn’t matter, for both were ready to support and guide her through every step, like the good parents they swore to be the moment her existence was announced—and that’ll never change. Even after the Barbie craze ends, when Naomi grows and no longer lives with them, they’ll never stop loving and supporting her.

Extra:

“How was your week—” Ranta freezes mid-greeting when something… peculiar catches his sight.

“What?” Naoya asks, not bothering to glance up from the paperwork he’s supposed to finish before the day ends.

“Is that—is that a pink tie?” he says, taking a closer look at the pastel pink garment contrasting against his black suit.

“Got a problem with it?” Naoya sternly responds. One subtle gesture is sufficient to have Ranta immediately retract.

“No, of course not!” he shrieks, nervously waving his hands. “It’s just— it’s just different. It looks good on you though!”

“I know” your husband groans, eyes still intently looking onto his desk… before eventually lifting his gaze towards Ranta, cheeks slightly flustered. “…I just got it; do you think Naomi will like it?”

“Huh?” Ranta blinks, Naoya frowns. “Oh, I mean, yes! I’m sure she’ll appreciate it!”

It’s a sentence that makes a smile break through Naoya’s lips as he glances back down to his work, satisfied.

“I’m glad” He match to see the look on his baby’s face once back home, after all, he just bought a bunch of clothes to match with her.

A/N: not me making Naoya cry and cover it up with his shades lol. Ah, he's truly devoted to his family.

[warrioreowynofrohan]

Your description of the Nargothrondim (I don't know how to spell it, lmao) is really fascinating (Honestly, First time I saw a post describing them in a bad light). Initially, I was shocked at how negative it was, but then reflecting on Finrod's oath and the moment when Beren had come asking for help, made me think how selfish the Nargothrondim are, no matter how understandable it was not wanting to die for an Edain. This made me wonder though, whether it was jealousy over how much Finrod loved the Edain more than them, or was it because of Celegorm and Curufin's manipulation (or other factors) that made them distasteful to you?

Thank your for the question!

I find the Nargothromdim and their motivations interesting. (I’m not certain which post you’re referring to, but looking back I really do have quite a few on them: this one on Finrod is at the heart of it, there are a couple follow-ups on similar themes, and then two posts from my set of posts on the poetic version of the story of Beren & Lúthien).

They are, I think, in an interesting position in Beleriand. They’re sheltered against the war, relative to, say, Dorthonion, Hithlum, and Himring, but they’re not completely cut off from it like Gondolin is. The Battle of Sudden Flame has brought home to them just how dangerous the war is, after 400-odd years of relative peace. And - I think crucially, for their reaction to Beren - they’re not living side-by-side with the Edain like the Fingolfinians are with the House of Hador. The House of Bëor has been a long way off, in Dorthonion, so the Nargothrondim don’t have an immediate emotional connection with the House of Bëor and what they’ve done.

And this is pretty important to me, because Finrod helping Beren isn’t just him fulfilling a personal debt to a friend. Finrod and the Finarfinians are liege-lords to the House of Bëor - that means the House of Bëor are loyal to them and will fight in their defence, and that the Finarfinians will come to the aid of the House of Bëor when it is in need. Due to what is probably a combination of not knowing everything that’s going on in Dorthonion (due to the war disrupting communications) and being physically cut off from it by the capture of Tol Sirion, the Finarfinians haven’t provided that aid. Beren is literally the last surving man of the House of Bëor; all the rest of them have died in defence of Dorthonion, which has helped to keep Nargthrond - well, if not safe, safer than it would otherwise have been. For Beren to then come to Nargothrond for help and Nargothrond to refuse to do anything comes across as profoundly ungrateful.

I do think that Finrod’s closeness to the Edain played a role in their refusal. Finrod’s the diplomatic linchpin of Beleriand - it’s no accident that relations between the different realms unravel very quickly after he dies - but that puts him rather in the position of a head of state who is always focusing on foreign policy and holding diplomatc summits around the world, and rarely focusing on domestic policy. Namely, the people at home get cranky. It seems very plausible that the Nargothrondim had concluded Finrod cared more about the Edain than them, and that this played into their refusal to take risks to aid Beren.

It’s their actions after Finrod’s departure, though, that have the most negative impact on my opinion of them. They basically take Celegorm and Curufin as their leaders and don’t seem opposed to that, despite the fact that the core of Celegorm’s speech invoking the Oath was threatening to kill them if anyone helped Beren get a Silmaril. It’s not them just refusing to help Finrod, but also, after that, choosing to take Celegorm and Curufin as their leaders over Orodreth in everything. Even when Lúthien arrives and Celegorm and Curufin imprison herand try to forcibly marry her to Celegorm, no one does anything to help her. Both the prose and the poetic versions of the Beren and Lúthien story note this:

The Silmarillion: Orodreth had no power to withstand [Celegorm and Curufin], for they swayed the hearts of the people of Nargothrond; and Celegorm sent messengers to Thingol urging his suit.

Lays of Beleriand: It was not hid in Nagothrond / that Fëanor’s sons her held in bond / …Orodreth knew / the purpose dark they would pursue: / King Felagund to leave to die / and with King Thingol’s blood ally / the gouse of Fëanor by force / or treaty. But to stay their course / he had no power, for all his folk / the brothers had yet beneath their yoke, / and all yet listened to their word. / Orodreth’s cousel no man heard; their shame they crushed, and would not heed / the tale of Felagund’s dire need.

This is incredibly strange to me, because forcing someone into marriage against their will is basically unheard of and unthinkable among elves [yes, there’s Eöl, but he lives off on his own and I don’t think anyone outside Nan Elmoth would know that Aredhel didn’t marry him out of free choice]. And yet this entire group of people is just shruggling their shoulders and tolerating it. The best defence I can think of is that they’re afraid that, if free, Lúthien will run off to Tol-in-Gaurhoth and get captured by Sauron, and they think her being held captive by Fëanoreans is less bad than her being held captive by Sauron. But even if that’s the case, the inaction reflects very badly on them, especially because Celegorm and Curufin have no actual power aside from the Nargothrondim’s acquiescence - as wel see when everyone suddenly does a 180 and turns against them when Lúthien defeats Sauron.

It’s possible to headcanon that Sauron could even be somehow psychically affecting Nargothond to encourage apathy and despair - as we see his Ringwraiths affecting Minas Tirith during the siege in The Lord of the Rings - just to help make sense of the complete and apparently unanimous reversal of Nargothrond’s opinion following his defeat. The other possibility is simply that, because they didn’t want the risk of doing anything, they convinced themselves nothing could be done, and then were ashamed of that when Lúthien showed them that it had been possible to do something.

When you add in their reactions to Túrin later in the story (which, granted, is likely also affected by shame over their previous decisions), they just seem very easily swayed, and every time they are swayed it seems to be towards the wrong decision. So it makes me wonder why they are like that.

[voightsangel91]

Summary: Hailey and Jay are working things out with Voight in the midst of all the chaos after Anna's death and Voight getting shot.

What was it that attracted people to Hank Voight? More importantly what attracted Hailey Upton and Jay Halstead to their Sergeant. Was it his disregard for doing things the formal way? Was it how much of a badass he could be, and make it look cool? Was it the way that he got away with highly illegal shit and acted like nothing happened? Or was it his ability to turn certain emotions off and on in order to manipulate situations? Could it be the daddy issues that both of them had? Who knows.

Hailey and Jay found themselves in the break room, holding their coffees and quietly discussing what they were going to do with Voight. Ever since Hailey shot Anna, Hank hasn't really looked at her or spoken to her much. And when she died, Hank lost it. Started a one man patrol of her neighborhood to make sure to get rid of Los Temenos for good. Trying to make Anna's death mean something.

In the process, Hank was losing sight of the important things. He was taking unnecessary risks for the team and completely disregarding his own safety. Voight wasn't okay. Far from it.. but he was still in denial. And right now Jay was the only person getting through to him. He was filling that void in Hank's life where Alvin had been. Where Antonio had been. Even Lindsay. Those were the only three people that could truly reel Hank back in.

"Hank, you can't keep doing this. You're gona get yourself killed. I'm not gonna stand by and let that happen. I'm here because you need someone to reel you back in. I get it. It sucks that Anna died and you're blaming yourself. But you've got other people in this team depending on you to keep it together. Not just Hailey and I. So I'm asking you, man to man, what do you need me to do to help you?"

"Have a seat Jay. Have a drink with me." Hank says pulling two glasses from his desk and a bottle of scotch.

"Whatever you need man, I'm here for you." Jay says. "And in case you didn't realize it yet. Hailey thinks you hate her because she had to shoot Anna."

"I don't hate her." Hank says quietly from behind his glass. "I hate myself for putting Anna in that position. She felt trapped and she fell off the wagon. She was clearly on drugs that day when she started running. If anything Hailey saved my life that day. I don't hate her."

"She needs to hear that from you. She's been beating herself up for shooting Anna." Jay says taking a sip of his drink. "I kinda feel like I'm losing both of you right now."

"You haven't lost me. I'm just terrible at grieving when I lose people. Anna's death was definitely my fault. And I feel worse because her son has nobody now. I took away something he can never get back. I know what that is like. That's what Justin went through when he lost his mother. And things went downhill for Justin from there. I don't want that for Rafa."

"I think Rafa will be okay with his relatives." Jay says. "I think you should focus on healing up so you can get back to work. So you can focus more on work."

Hank nods. "I'll be fine Jay. I'm always fine even if I don't look fine. Tell Hailey I'll talk to her later after shift."

Later had come a lot sooner than any of them expected. Hank was downstairs in the basement with Hailey and Jay. "Look I talked to Jay earlier. I do not hate you Hailey. I hate myself for putting Ana into that corner. That was my fault. You saved my life out there. This one hit harder than any other no doubt and I'm not okay. But I will be eventually. I'm gonna focus on healing this shoulder and getting refocused on work. We can't let our personal shit effect work. That was the rule." Hank says.

"That wasn't the only issue here. Jay spends way more time catering to you and I'm the one married to him."

Hank chuckles. "Jay is just being a friend. You two have each other. I have no one Hailey. My son is gone. My grandson is gone. My wife is gone. Alvin is gone. Lindsay is gone too. I have no one I trust anymore. Jay I trust. I'm sorry."

"Hank I, " Hailey started to speak.

"I'm sorry for keeping your husband away from you. It's just that he's my only true friend right now." Hank says.

[lipstickmarks]

Why Gomez and Morticia’s Marriage Is So Successful (1960s)

First off, they’re rich. Often, the main source of friction in a marriage is money. Arguing about it, trying to ration it, etc. The Addams’s are filthy rich and Morticia and Gomez seem to spend it equally.

The housework is delegated to Lurch. Imagine not having to worry about grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, dishes, yard work, driving, or even answering the door!!!! The Addams don’t have to squabble over dirty dishes or skip sleep to their kids to school on time and risk being cranky to their partner later. In this day and age, our attention is split among too many things that need tending to. But in the 60s, with no social media and a slower pace of living, you have time to dig your toes into the sand. Gomez and Morticia have 24 hours a day and 365 days a year to nurture their relationship. Their minds are free to be full of nothing but each other.

In the same vein, neither of them have jobs. Gomez lives off the family fortune and just plays the stock market while Tish is a housewife. There’s no exhausting 9 to 5 or annoying coworkers to put them on edge, incite jealousy, or take them away from each other for an extended period of time. What bliss!

Which leads me to my next point, they’re always together! Since they don’t have jobs and they don’t really have any social obligations other than their kids, they get to spend moon up to moon down getting into shenanigans, lounging about, and canoodling<3.

They have shared interests. Pretty much everything Gomez and Morticia do on a daily basis is something they both enjoy doing. Smoking hookah, fencing, dancing the tango, shooting, reading the paper, moonbathing, entertaining guests. Even when they’re not doing the same thing (Tish with her knitting, Gomez with his zen-yogi) they’re doing it side-by-side! Gomez is always over Morticia’s shoulder, hand on her hip while she’s feeding the plants. Can you say quality time as a love language? 🥹

They have a village helping them raise their children. Childcare can be stressful; the cost of daycare and the desire to split the work evenly can weigh on a relationship. But Gomez and Morticia have Uncle Fester, Mama, Lurch, Thing, Itt, and a bevy of Addams and Frump cousins to help. It also helps that Wednesday and Pugsley are so independent already (it’s alluded to in the first episode that Pugsley can drive).

They integrated their family. There’s no ill-will toward in-laws on either side. The Addams are so welcoming that you can’t tell who is a relative of Morticia’s and who is a relative of Gomez’s. “Our mama.” “Our uncle Fester.” Plus, Tish basically has the whole catalogue of Addams ancestors memorized! You’d think she grew up with them. They did exactly what you’re supposed to do when you get married: become a family.

They’re oh so complimentary. Gomez and Morticia Addams are two of the most complimentary fictional characters I have ever seen. Gomez NEVER let’s Morticia forget that he considers her the most enchanting, alluring, brilliant, worldly, compassionate woman who ever walked this Earth. Same goes for Tish. She’s always praising Gomez for his solutions to problems, zen-yogi poses, and just generally being himself. I also want to point out that when these two dole out compliments, they’re almost always complimenting each other’s intelligence. It usually comes when they’re brainstorming ideas of how to solve The Situation™️ in that particular episode. It can be easy to take your partner for granted, especially when you’ve been together as long as Morticia and Gomez, but they never do. With that much reassurance, there’s very little room for uncertainty (which breeds insecurity, which can then lead to conflict).

They respect each other. Gomez, unlike most sitcom patriarchs, never belittles Morticia. He’s always praising her mind (“Capital idea, querida!”). He never tries to make her feel lesser for her interests, demeanor, femininity, or anxieties. He tags Morticia in when he can’t accomplish something. He doesn’t automatically delegate it to Fester or Thing; he thinks of his wife first and foremost. Also, whenever Morticia does something better than Gomez (basketball, croquet, etc), it might irk him, but he doesn’t thrown a fit. He cheers her on! Same with Tish. 60s Gomez is a himbo through and through but Morticia never mocks him for misunderstanding things. Tish stands by her man! (“I wish you wouldn’t interrupt my husband!” - the episode where Gomez argues Mama’s case before a judge). She only ever very politely corrects him, if necessary. And whenever she does, Gomez doesn’t stomp his feet and insist he’s correct. He accepts her word as gospel because he values her intellect. The episode where Fester tries to instigate a fight between them because he thinks it’ll help their marriage, when Gomez thinks Morticia has cancelled his Zen-Yogi membership, he simply says “Hmm. Morticia said that? Well, she’s a very intelligent woman. If she says you’re a fraud, you’re a fraud.” Morticia respects Gomez so much that she even honors his wishes that she change her wardrobe and call him “doll boy” in the episode where he gets amnesia. It’s very common to find unbalanced relationships in sitcoms, especially from the 60s where wives are treated as second to their husbands but Morticia and Gomez are perfectly balanced.

They’re soulmates. Even if the Addams’ were a broke, overworked couple with 6 kids living in a rat-infested studio apartment, they’d still be just as obsessed and in love with each other. Gomez and Morticia love like no other. They love life, they love death, they love the macabre, they love their family, and they love each other. That kind of passion can cut through anything.

[tokiro07]

Undead Unluck ch184 thoughts

[Shokugeki no Fuuko]

(Contents: immediate reactions)

War/Western, sci-fi horror, kung fu, medical drama, and now cooking! Once again, Undead Unluck refuses to be held down by the conventions of storytelling and enters a new genre. Kururu's idol arc is looking more and more likely by the week!

It's pretty funny to me that Enjin is a chef considering that when I was writing my One Piece Fandom Negators set, I gave Sanji Unburn as a way to justify him not being burnt by his own flames and used it to adjust temperatures at will. Maybe Enjin's new interpretation of Unburn will let him do exactly what I predicted!

I can definitely sympathize with Fuuko roaming the world chasing the high of a long-lost "ultimate ramen recipe," I'm still looking for curry to rival my usual from a local restaurant that closed in my hometown several years ago now. Of course, I'm not an immortal who was able to live through the major history of curry, so I can't exactly say I have the same level of dedication as Fuuko

As usual, I don't have too much commentary for a set-up chapter like this, as we don't have any of the key details yet. I certainly am immediately endeared to Enjin, as I always knew I would be given Tozuka's track record. I'm really looking forward to seeing how the themes of cooking tie into his story, like how the loss of whoever he was cooking for and the loss of his ability to cook at all are intertwined

The main thing that kind of confused me about this chapter was Enjin's response to the guy who found a bug in his ramen. Usually when a character says something like that, it turns out that it's a trick to either humiliate the chef or to extort money from them, and that seemed like it was going to be the case here since he was demanding compensation, but Enjin's response was that the guy should be willing to risk his life while eating his food rather than denying that he'd ever let a bug get in his dishes. That kind of implies that the bug really did get into the food, which is a shocking thing for such a proud chef to allow

For now I choose to believe that Enjin simply wasn't dignifying such a blatantly false accusation with acknowledgment and instead went straight to punishing him for desecrating the food. That feels like the kind of thing that a delinquent stereotype would do, so unless Tozuka confirms one way or the other, that's my headcanon for that scene

On a smaller note, love how chummy Gina is with Rip right off the bat. Her sitting on his lap was surprising considering that he's a married man and she clearly loves Fuuko, but again I choose to believe that a) she's just friendly like that and b) she knows she can't sit in Fuuko's lap cus she might trigger major Unluck. "If a lock of hair touching Rip summoned a meteor, what would happen if my hair accidentally brushed against Fuuko's face???" I'd be pretty wary of cuddling up to my crush if I knew how much they liked me would be proportional to the damage we might accidentally incur

Overall, this arc is looking like it'll be a relatively short and simple one to help us relax after the high tension of the Sick Arc and before whatever's coming up next, a nice little breather between the big moments. Whether it's big or small, though, I'm really looking forward to seeing Enjin in action next week

See you all next week, let's enjoy life

[snifflesthemouse]

Remember waay back when I told you what would happen?

This author told you way back after that now-infamous Oprah interview how it would go, didn't this little rodent?

Like I have reiterated before, the ONLY way a divorce would go down is if KC3 wanted it. Those two will only officially separate with consent from BP, working royals or not.

My source has been right about several things, even if I've tested those things silently. If you hear of a divorce coming, it is because Charles has ordered it.

If you go back and look at all royal divorces, all of which really started with Princess Margaret for this modern era (centuries ago, divorce was traded in for a sharp blade at the back of the neck usually). Look at every single divorce that has occurred. They all happened at the behest of the orders of the monarch.

Whether the Monarch had a choice, or whether it was simply the only way to save face isn't important. The important thing here is to see the pattern present. The Monarch orders divorce.

And do you really think they want a divorce right now? Meghan isn't ready with her transition. She has only just begun to start the distancing.

She could take her dog to the market, which wasn't allowed... but she couldn't take her children that were? Do you really think for one second that she would risk demonitizing their faces by rolling them out to compete with Catherine?

Come on now. Think about what I said years ago. Once Harry and Meghan ran out of steam from the victim narrative, what did I say would happen?

This little mouse said that they would eventually turn on one another because they both would need the content to stay relative.

And I saw my dear friend mention me in a comment today on a video, and I appreciate those who always mention my blog. A lot of personal things are going on in real world, and I am so happy to see that some of you find enjoyment in reading me ramble.

But that video was suggesting divorce based on WME signing only Meghan, her distancing herself from him, all the nonsense about the book and Meghan saying she let Harry "get on with it"... Murky Meg is back with a new video btw.

My London source, who also knows Ashli's old source, too, says that an offer is being worked on for Meghan. Maybe, if this does come to fruition, this is why we're seeing her more alone. But, I have another thought to add to that.

Meghan will ONLY divorce Harry if the divorce would stand to make her better off than staying married to him would. Right now, what does Harry himself have to offer Meghan that she could potentially get from divorce?

Think about the house payment, the security bill, the upkeep, the clothes, the fashion, the cars, all of it. How is it REALLY paid for? They'd have to really be making a ton of money.

Spare allegedly needed to sell 1.7 million copies for the publisher to break even on the $20M advance allegedly received by Harry. But that was a multi-book deal, remember.

Oh, and according to Mercury News, that $10M Archewell donation came from SIlicon Valley Community Foundation. Remember, they donated $3M of the $13M they received in donations?

Money issues are always money issues when you live above your means. That is why they are known as grifters, they wanted freebies.

So, while I am very glad Murky is back with a video, and my dear, dear friend shouted me out to support my blog (that I may be ending sooner than later), I want to stress something from a conman perspective.

You will never cut off your only source of notoriety, money, fame, whatever... unless you already have another ladder to hop to. Which is really the true purpose behind the Flying Pasta Game. She's essentially looking for a backup for when Harry becomes too erratic to control (already is).

If the rumors of them living separately are true, then Meghan wouldn't have as strong a hold on Harry as she does.

And Murky, my friend was right... Meghan will allow Harry to look like a fool through every bit of this because it becomes her new cannon fodder.

I said it many, many times. When you run out of steam from one victim narrative, you must needs find water to boil for another. Harry is just like her. So imagine what a War of the Sussexes will look like when it comes.

The divorce rumors are strong, but we're all ignoring the other two couples being accused of being in straits. Have you all seen the articles coming out recently of how Catherine and William are strained, that Charles and Camilla are strained?

I read an article yesterday saying that Charles and Camilla almost separated in 2018, but there was a deal met. Funny, everyone says MM&H are the next Edward and Wallace, but it would seem that C&C are if you read some of these American papers.

Same with William and Catherine. My source says that people would really be shocked if they got to look behind the curtain and see these people in their element when they're not on camera. All of them. I kind of see it, too.

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