#I had no idea my grandma was that tolerant...

[xelidonia]

In honor of Greek Independence Day, here's a conversation that I overheard my grandmother (your average pita-baking, Saints-praising, extremely-devout-Orthodox Greek Yiayia) having over the phone with her cousin:

Yiayia: "...marriage for homosexuals???"

(At this point I start paying attention.)

Yiayia: "But there's always been gays around. And lesbians. Even in the old times."

Guy on the other end of the phone: annoyed arguing

Yiayia: "Yes! Even in back in my village, we had lesbians. Two of them, "male-females" [αρσενοθήλυκες]. One of them was named Marlena, and her mother was our neighbor growing up. A good family! After the earthquake [of 1953], she and her wife moved to Athens. The rest of the family..."

Guy on phone: homophobic old man noises

Yiayia: "Saint Paul doesn't like it? Saint Paul doesn't even like normal marriage! He says all sorts of things, that Saint Paul... Tell me, have you ever read the New Testament in Modern Greek? My daughter got me a copy, with everything modern, and I read it every day, and I understand so much more now. You should try reading the New Testament in Modern Greek sometime. It might help."

[luminiera-merge]

i think my tolerance for moe (ie the anime stuff) is in freefall rn

[ravenslvt]

Hi! I saw that you're taking requests, so is it okay if I ask for a spoiled city girl! Reader x country boy! Leon?

Reader's father sent reader to spend the rest of the year at her grandparents because he's had enough tolerating her. Eversince she arrived, yeah, the whole town hated her alright. Her grandparents made her do errands and shit and she'd complain and do it lazily.

Leon on the other hand- who's been hearing rumors about this girl, didn't think that she was that bad until he encountered her himself. And hell, she was way worse that bad.

Possible virgin, kinda innocent (only when it comes to ykyk) reader and brat tamer Leon?

Ignore if you're not comfortable with the idea.

🎀 cowboy!leon s kennedy x f!innocent reader 🎀

cw: smut, implied virgin reader, brat taming, sort of hate sex, p in v, oral m! recieving, v fingering, degrating, edging, light spanking

of course there was no cell service in this shithole. you groaned, falling back onto the white sheets of the squeaky bed of the guest bedroom in your grandparents house.

you had taken a gap year off of college, wanting a break and hoping to ‘find yourself’, but you just got unmotivated. your father asked you for months to find a job in the city, but you’d talk your way out of it everytime. of course, enough was enough and when the time came, he had talked to his own parents and decided to send you over to a small little farm town where they retired to, hoping to shape you up a bit. they owned a quaint farm with chickens, sheep, pigs, all a cute little older couple could ask for.

but it was your own personal hell. having to feed, clean, and even pick up after the smelly animals. at least some of them were cute. no technology to ease your mind. it didn’t help your grandparents made you drive their shitty little red truck into town once a week to get supplies, since you were so ‘nimble’ compared to them. to say the least, the whole town was not fond of a bratty city girl storming irritatingly around. refusing to do work, and even when you did, you just half assed it to get it over with.

the local townies and shop workers alike always stared when you’d walk through town with your cute little purse and skirt that rode up your thighs. it was a hot town, what else were you supposed to wear? older women having to slap their husbands when they oogled for too long at the young woman walking into the supply store. that was until you’d start an argument with another customer. they’d either be judging you or too scared to say a word. sometimes both.

in one instance, there was only one stack of bird feed left, and you’d be damned if you weren’t gonna be the one taking it back to the farm. that was until a prudish older lady grabbed it at the same time as you. your eyes met, challenging each-other. she put on a fake smile. “oh sorry sweetie! need this food for my little chickies at home.” her high pitched voice irritated your head. “oh that’s unfortunate, i need it for the same reason. so if you could take your wrinkley little fingers off of it that would be great.” you yanked it from her hands before she gasped.

“what a disrespectful young lady…” she mumbled, turning around to the door of the door, looking down at her hands as she left. you mumbled a quick curse at her before walking up to the register to pay. the store clerk looked a little nervous, so he rang you up in silence in fear of you lashing out at him.

this was just one of the many incidents since you got sent here.

at least you’d found new hobbies. you started going to the small library whenever you were sent into town. there wasn’t many choices, but that along with a few of your grandma’s books from her collection, you were somewhat less bored. that and you took up sketching. sure this place was boring as fuck, but you couldn’t deny that the scenery was pretty beautiful.

it’s been almost a month since you’ve been here. you silently lounged in the room you’d been staying in, reading some god awful romance novel. you heard your grandma call your name from downstairs. you sigh before getting up. “what?” you yell back, annoyed you got interrupted reading your newly picked up book. she didn’t respond, another tindge of annoyance reaching your skull.

as you walk down the creaky wooden steps, noticing the front door open to find the older woman on the front porch. you heard a deep voice chuckling from outside. walking out, you were greeted with a handsome young man. he only looked two or three years older than you, but he was tall and had a good frame. seems like doing work on a farm for years really builds up muscle. the wrinkled woman calls your name, snapping you out of your trance.

“um, what can i help you with?” you reply, crossing your arms over your chest. the man gives you a smile before holding out his hand for you to shake, lowering his dark grey hat to reveal some of his dirty blonde hair underneath. “i’ve heard a lot about you miss, names leon.” his large hand extends towards you. you just eye it and roll your eyes. “hi? can i go now, nana?” you plead to the woman. she just sighs and puts a hand on your shoulder. “pop and i gotta go into town for a couple days for this chicken auction he’s been wantin’ to go to. our friendly neighbor here offered to help show you around the farm a bit. teach you a few things” she eyes you sternly.

“teach me things? i’m not twelve. i can handle myself” you retort, glaring at the tall man. he just chuckles. he had heard from around town you were feisty, but it was even better to see in person. he rests his hands firmly on his hips.

“promise i won’t get in your way, darlin’. we’re doin’ some renovations on my own house a few miles down the road. your kind grandmother here offered to let me stay in the guest house while they’re gone.” he smiles assuringly. you were annoyed. you had already spent the last thirty seconds planning on sunbathing or sitting in your room, free of any work on the farm.

“i just don’t think this is very necessary. surely you can afford a hotel?” you retort back. your grandma gives you a light smack on the back of your head. “sorry ‘bout her. not from here” she smiles kindly at the young man. you just pout. “yeah, thank god” you mumble, causing you to get another light smack.

“oh it’s no trouble at all. got myself a little cousin back home that’s a bit of a brat too.” he comments, his eyes never leaving yours. your face flushes. “excuse me? a brat? fuck off dude-“ you start. “language!” she scolds you. you mumble a small apology to her while still glaring daggers at leon.

leon just stands there, entertained by your little outbursts. he could tell you really did not enjoy being here, but he was ready to fix that. his gaze shifts down to your attire, you clearly didn't pack for working on a farm. always in cute little outfits that you'd always wear back in the city.

your grandma changed the subject, asking leon a few questions about his family and his own farm. you were lost in your own thoughts. at least you'd be stuck with a hot farmer instead of some old creep. maybe you could just fake flirt with him to get him to do all your chores for you. that should work, right?

after a few treacherous minutes of standing on the badly painted white porch, you said your goodbyes. leon gives your grandmother another respectful handshake and he just tips his hat at you while you just stare, giving a tiny wave before storming back inside.

about two days later you said your goodbyes to your grandparents, they gave you some hugs and kept repeating the list of chores they'd tasked you with. feed the chickens, take out the eggs, you really just blocked out their words from entering your head. you just smiled and nodded, waving at them as they drove off the property.

you gave a sigh of relief, leon wouldn't be here for another few hours so you thought you'd have some 'me' time. taking a long hot bath (your grandparents always got mad when you used up too much hot water), reading your romance novel while relaxing in the warm water. your cheeks flushed at a certain scene in the book. you didn't expect the library to carry a literal smut book. the main male character in the novel was going down on the pretty girl, the writing made your stomach churn in arousal. you'd never read anything so... descriptive before.

right before you could turn to the next page when things were getting more hot and heavy, there was a heavy knock on the door. you jerk up from your laying down position in the bath and sigh, leon was early. you lay your book upside down so you wouldn't loose your place, wrapping a small towel around your figure before fully stepping out, draining the bath. another knock and a familiar voice calling your name. "you home?" he calls. "yeah, hold on!" you scurry around, cursing yourself for not laying out clothes beforehand.

you carefully step downstairs and opening the front door, peeking out. leon had a duffel bag with him with his things in it. "um, yeah?" you say, trying to hide your toweled figure behind the door. he smiles. "just need the key to the guest house, darlin." oh right. you nod, grabbing the key hanging near the door and hand it to him, your fingers brushing slightly, making your cheeks heat up. before he could open his mouth to speak, you shut the door on him unremorsefully. "thanks." he chuckles out, turning to make the walk to the guest house about a hundred feet away from the main house. and of course you were the one who had to clean it up before he got here.

after putting on your favorite outfit and boots, you make your way back downstairs for some water. sipping from the clear glass cup, you notice leon outside the window. he was already getting familiar with the animals. he looked good in his light blue button up shirt, it really brought out his eyes. the way he had rolled up his sleeves so his veiny arms were on display. he was squatted down next to the new baby sheep and was petting her. you pouted, she didn’t even let you pet her. you sigh, placing your glass down before making your way outside.

leon’s head perks up as he notices you walking twords him. he gives you a charming smile, standing up from the baby sheep. you speak first. “she lets you pet her? everytime i come near she yells at me.” you cross your arms at the man. he looks back down at the small animal who gave you an angry look, running off somewhere. “you gotta' know how to approach em’. plus they sense your vibes” he adds, his eyes back on you.

“my vibes, huh? what’s that supposed to mean, mister?” your eyes squint at him, a hint of irritation in your eye. he doesn’t feed into your attitude. “leon” he corrects you.

“leon” you repeat. the way his name sounded rolling off your tounge made his lips quirk up in a small smile.

“now-“ he starts, grabbing a nearby bag and handing it to you. “- better start on those chores, hmm?”. you glare at him, scoffing. “you’re joking.” you retort. he just shakes his head.

“i’m here for a reason, darlin’. best get to work so you can get it over with faster.” he shoves the bag in your arms and you give him your best puppy dog eyes. “c’mon leon. you’re so big and strong, i’m sure you’d get it done a lot faster than me.” you bat your eyelashes at him. he seemed gullible enough to seduce. he just chuckles. “nice try, you’re cute” he says, walking off to leave you to your chores. you groan. “fine…” you mumble, walking off to to collect the chicken eggs.

over an hour later, you lie in the green patch of grass, playing with your nails. pouting that cleaning the coop made you chip one. you’d finished majority of your chores, hoping it was enough to get leon off your back. whenever you’d start to walk away from a task, he’d appear to show you what you did wrong and how to improve. you wanted to punch his pretty face.

you were snapped out of your thoughts as you heard a deep voice approach you. “takin’ a break?” he says, standing over you. you sigh, not even bothering to look up at him. “i finished for today. i’ll do the rest tomorrow or something.” you continue playing with your nails, still annoyed.

he crosses his arms over his strong chest. “you’re quite the lazy girl, y'know that?” you just scoff. “whatever, asshole” you spit back.

“you got a bit of a mouth on you, don’t ya’?” he squats down so he’s level with you. you finally turn to him, glaring. you angrily stand up, dusting yourself off before gasping. “fuck!” you yell, looking down. your favorite skirt had stains of grass and dirt on them. you didn’t realize the grass was wet before you sat down on it. “are you serious?! this is so gross!” you try wiping the stains off, but only making it worse by spreading them around. you notice leon laughing at you. you turn to glare daggers at the now standing man.

“what the hell is so funny?” your face has annoyance all over it.

“c’mon, let me help you get those stains out, sweetheart. wouldn’t want such a pretty skirt to be ruined” he starts to walk twords the guest house.

“i’m not your-“

“you want that skirt clean or not?” he sighs. you silently nod, following behind him. he opens the door to the clean little house, holding it open for you and shutting it once you were both inside. it was surely nicer than the place you were staying in. a big bed against the wall and a little kitchen table. you remembered staying in here with your father when you visited as a kid. you loved it here back then.

he sets his hat on the counter, finally giving you a full view of his parted hair. he was even more handsome without the hat. he caught you staring and you quickly look away.

“gotta' take the skirt off so i can run it in the wash for you before the stains seep in.” he says, leaning against the counter with his large arms crossed over his broad chest. your eyebrow quirks. “um, i’m not doing that”. he gives you a questioning look. “i’m not wearing anything under…” you add. you only wore your panties under, not wanting to ruin the outfit with ugly shorts. he sighs. a thought flickers in his mind of you taking your skirt off, your pretty ass on display for him.

“fine. you can borrow some of my sweats.” he walks over to his bag of clothes, rummaging through until he pulls out a pair of plaid blue pajama pants. you scoff. “these are ugly as fuck, this is gonna ruin my outfit.” you hold up the pants. they were way too big for you. but they smelled like him. woodsy and a hint of pine. he steps a little closer to you. “if you’d rather let that pretty little skirt get ruined, then be my guest.” he says. you have to crane your neck to look up at him. you sigh, taking your shoes off. “you could just change in the bathroom, you know.” he comments.

“well you could also just look away, pervert.” you say, carefully setting your boots on the floor. he puts his hands up in defense, turning and walks somewhere across the room. “y’know, some day that mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble.” his voice is lower now, more serious than before. you roll your eyes, shimmying yourself out of your little skirt. “fuck off. you’re not my father.” you bite back, pulling the loose pants over your hips. “these are too big…” you say, holding the pants up or else they’d fall to the ground. he turns and walks up to you, inches away. he grabs the drawstrings, tightening them so hard that you let out a barely audible gasp.

your eye’s focus on his hands. the way they tied the strings perfectly, patting your hip once he finished. “better now?” he asks, looking down at you. you didn’t say a word, just nodding. he smiles. “no words for me from the mouthy girl?” he says. you huff.

“you don’t know anything about me, leon.”

“i know enough. i know you’re an entitled little brat who needs to be put in her place.” he whispered, leaning into your ear. his hot breath left chills down your neck. you could feel your nipples harden against your top. his arms trapped you against the counter.

your eyes finally pull to his, almost magnetically. “what’s your story then, pretty? refusing to work so your daddy kicked you out?” he guesses. you stay silent. he was right.

“what happened to that little mouth of yours? got nothin’ to say now?” he teases, leaning twords your face. fuck, he knew how to shut you up.

“you- i-“ you stutter, unable to respond. he just smirks. his hand slipping to your waist. “you talk all this shit, but can’t handle it comin’ back to you, can you?” god it was almost like he was getting off on seeing your flustered face.

“fuck you-“

“watch your fucking mouth, princess” he practically growls. his grip on your waist only tightens, making you almost whine. his demeanor completely changing from his lighthearted charming self. you felt yourself getting wet from his words alone.

“or what?” you spit back.

“you wanna find out?”

that’s how you ended up with your shaky knees, pressed against the hardwood floor, leon’s big veiny cock sitting right in front of your eyes. his hand was in your hair as your hands nervously reach out to stroke him. he could tell you were inexperienced.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he coos, looking down at you as your small hand wraps around the base of his large cock.

“i don’t- i’ve never-“

“never had a cock in your mouth?” he asks. you just shake your head nervously. he pulsed at the thought of being the first man to be inside of you.

“ever even kissed someone?” he tilts his head.

“just once…” you pout. you were getting tired of his teasing. he just gives your hair a light tug, making you whine. he uses his other hand to bring his thumb to your bottom, dragging it down. you respond, opening your mouth to suck on his thumb. he presses it into your tongue, you swirl your wet muscle around his finger. “good job, see? you got it” he encourages. he removes his thumb, a trail of spit between your lips and his finger.

“now just open your pretty lips…” his hand cups your jaw, you open your mouth. he slides the tip into your hot mouth before hissing. “no teeth, darlin’.” he warns. you nod, taking him deeper. only halfway in and you’re choking around him. he groans at the way your throat contracts around him.

“fuck, you’re a natural slut, aren’t ya?” he grips your hair, moving you up and down his cock. you whine around him, the vibrations sending more pleasure straight to his dick. he abuses your throat and mouth, watching you as tears well up in your eyes. “look at you. your mouth is so much better around my cock.” he lets out another groan when you suck your cheeks in, sucking him off completely.

“think you can swallow all my cum? or are you too good for that, princess?” his voice was horse and low. you just nod, a tear falling from how deep you were taking him. he curses as his tip hits the back of your throat, thrusting his hips to meet with your head. your nose burried in the base of his pelvis. you shut your eyes tight as you feel his warm release down your throat. after a few more thrusts, he pulls out a bit of a mix of cum and spit falling from your mouth. he cups your face. “swallow it.” you gulp, licking your lips and swallowing everything he gave you. you open your mouth to show him.

“such a good little slut, yeah?” he soothes your hair, wiping the remaining tears from your eyes. your cunt was throbbing with need. you look up at him through wet lashes, your mascara was probably running down your face by now. he grabs your arm to help you stand up. your legs were wobbly and hard to stand on. your panties were probably soaked at this point.

your eyes go to his lips and his smug gorgeous face. “you want a kiss?” he asks, you nod. he just chuckles. “too bad” he says, making you whine.

“leonn” you grab onto his shirt, pleading. he just shakes his head. “you need to learn how to be patient, gorgeous.” he warns, grabbing your wrists. “you and that fucking attitude. gotta do somethin’ about that.” his eyes grow darker.

he had a strong grip on your wrists, firm but gentle enough not to break you. it made you shiver knowing how easily he could. fuck it was hot. “i’m gonna fuck it right out of you. got that?” his head lowers to suck marks into your neck and collar bones, making you groan. he bit down in a particularly sensitive spot, making you cry out his name. he pulls away dragging you to the bed. “lay down on your stomach” he commands. your eyes grow wide, about to object until his brows furrow. you lie down on your stomach, your feet dangling off the edge.

you turn to look at leon over your shoulder, yelping when he drags you so your legs hung off the edge of the bed. he quickly pulls the string of your his pants before ripping them down your legs. you gasp at the cold air hitting your bare legs, your panty clad ass on display for him. he gives it a good smack, making you give another yelp into the sheets.

“you’re fuckin’ soaked through your panties. i’ve barely even touched you” he gives a small laugh before pulling your white panties off. his large skilled fingers run through your folds, making you squirm.

smack

“stop moving”

he admired the large hand print he left on your ass, feeling his dick harden again. he started with pumping one finger into your tight little hole, making you gasp. it hurt for the first few seconds, but eventually faded into throbbing pleasure. you let out mewls of enjoyment, crying out into the sheets below you as he jackhammered his finger into your sopping cunt, adding another finger to stretch you out.

“ohmygod leon!” you cry, muffled by the blanket. you’d never felt absolute overwhelming pleasure like this before. it was fucking addicting.

his fingers curled inside of you, hitting a spot that made your belly fill with a hot pleasure. you were so close, so fucking close. right when you were about to cum, he pulls his fingers out.

“leon!” you yell, looking back at him.

“told you i was gonna teach you how to be patient, didn’t i?” you wanted to wipe that smug ass smirk off his face.

you were practically drooling onto the sheets. tears falling down your face as leon edged you for the fifth, sixth time? you’d lost count after the third. “fuck leon! please please please let me cum, m’so close please!” you cry into the bed, resorting to begging. your attitude thrown out the window whenever he curls his fingers inside of you.

“since you asked so nicely…” his thrusts his fingers at a delicious speed, fucking you until you cried out his name. you clenched around his fingers, gripping onto the sheets as your vision blurs. his fingers fuck into you as you cum, coating the sheets and his hand.

“look at you. fuckin' dripping down my wrist.” he groans. he flips you so you’re on your back. you were panting, mascara completely running down your cheeks and a fucked out look on your face. he brings his fingers to your mouth and you immediately open them for him, licking yourself clean off his hand.

“that’s my girl” he praises, making you tingle. you were still coming down from your high, staring at him blissfully. his fingers leave your mouth with a pop. you watch his expression through your lashes.

“you’re so much prettier with your mouth filled.” he smiles, leaning over you. “i think you deserve that kiss now, don’t ya think so?” he asks. you nod. “yes please”

his mouth meets yours in a hot feverish kiss. his hand coming to grip your hair. he bites your lip hard enough to make you gasp. your pussy throbs with need of being filled by him. “leon, please” you beg through the kiss. he pulls away, looking at you.

“what is it, sweetheart?” he kisses down your jaw.

“i-i need you inside, please!” you beg, looking down at your bare cunt.

“aww, you just want my cock so bad, hmm? who am i to deny such a slutty girl what she wants.” he sits up, dragging his long cock up and down your wet folds. when his head caught on your clit, it made you shiver. he teases you, catching his tip on your hole before rubbing up and down again. you whine. he gives you a stern look.

“m’sorry” you pout. he chuckles, slowly dipping his thick head into your tight hole. he eased himself in, making your jaw slack open. once he was fully seated into you, your brows furrowed at the stretch. “hurts, s’too big!” you cry out. he tsks.

“you wanted this, didn’t you?” he pulls out just to push himself back into you with a powerful thrust. “fuck, you’re sucking me in, baby. must be so worked up. is this why you’re such a bitch all the time? never gotten dicked down properly?” he teases as he thrusts in and out of your abused pussy.

you mewl when his cock hits a deep spot inside of you, but it wasn’t enough. he sensed your need, grabbing your legs and putting them over his shoulders to thrust even deeper into you. the angle made you scream out. your fingers grip into the sheets again. one of his hands find your clit, pinching it.

“y’feel so fucking perfect. like you were made for me.” he groans, loosing his composure. his thrusts got more intense, faster, and sloppier. but still felt heavenly. the mix of his cock hitting your soft spot along with him playing with your clit, you squeeze around his cock, about to cum. drool fell from the corner of your mouth as your tits bounced in your shirt as you came closer and closer to the edge.

“gonna-gonna cum!” you scream. he only goes faster.

“gonna cum with you, baby. bein’ so fucking good for me.” he gets more vocal when he’s closer to cuming. he didn’t know what felt better, your hot mouth or your hot tight pussy. there was sweat dripping down his neck. you wanted nothing more than to lick it up, but didn’t dare move in fear of him not letting you cum. he was in full control. with a few final thrusts, you finish around him with a loud moan. he follows suit, his hot seed filling you to the brim.

you are both panting at this point, but he’s still half hard inside of you. you look at him with heavy, confused eyes when he doesn't make a move to pull out.

“oh, we’re not done until you’re begging me to stop, pretty girl.”

“wow! this place looks amazing! you guys did a great job around the farm!” your grandma smiles at the handsome young man. he gives her his classic innocent charming smile.

“can’t take all the credit, m’aam. your granddaughter did most of the work.” his strong hands rested at his hips.

“how in the world did you get her to do that!?”

you watch from the porch, wearing a sweater to cover all the marks leon had given you. everytime you’d complain about a task, he’d bend you over and fuck you until you were crying for him to stop at the overstimulation.

the older woman called you over to have you help with leon’s bag. you sigh, walking over as she walked away to talk to her husband.

“you still never gave me my panties back…” you lean against his truck, looking up at him. he chuckles, running a hand down your arm.

“think of it as your parting gift to me, darlin’” he says, giving your arm a squeeze before shouting a goodbye to your grandparents and giving you one last wink and a tilt of his hat before stepping into his truck.

maybe this town isn’t too bad….

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a/n: i got a little carried away with this i just loveddd this prompt. tysm for this request!!!

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Steve hasn't celebrated Christmas properly for many years because his parents are never home, and if they do show, it'll be a few days before, and they don't usually stay for new years. Because of this, Steve no longer has the urge to put up decorations. He doesn't bother with Christmas dinners or ugly sweaters or any usual traditions. But deep down, he loves Christmas. The lights, the trees, music, and snow are something a part of him still looks forward to every year he just knows he'll probably be spending it alone. Until he dates Nancy and the Wheelers, let him join them for Christmas and the years after Dustin and his mother would welcome him, although at times he felt like he was imposing he felt grateful he also made sure he bought presents for everyone all the kids and Nancy, Johnathan and eventually Robin he would also help cook for whoever he was staying with he wanted to make sure he was the perfect house guest so he would be invited back next year.

When he and Eddie started dating, Steve half expected he would be invited over at Christmas. Their relationship was going strong they were attached at the hip, and Wayne was very tolerant of them, and he seemed to like him, so he was hoping it would be offered. Except it wasn't November came and left, then it was December 1st, then 4th, then 8th, then 16th, and Eddie hadn't said anything. Which was fine. Christmas is a family thing, after all, and they had been dating for only 4 months. However, Robin and her family were going out of town this year, and Dustin and his mother were hosting his Aunt and Grandma and Steve didn't want to take up anymore space but he couldn't help but feel a tiny pang of rejection and grimacing at the idea of spending Christmas alone in his quiet, dark house.

On the 23rd of December, Steve was sitting in his room. Robin had already left, and family video had closed for the holidays, and Steve figured he shouldn't bother Eddie since it was so close to Christmas. He tried to distract himself by reading a book, wrapping presents he would give out on boxing day, but there was only so much he could do before his mind drifted back, too, his depressing reality. Just as Steve thought about pulling back the covers and spending the next 2 days in bed, the doorbell rang. He went downstairs and opened the door to reveal his boyfriend smiling widely at him.

"Eddie! Hi, I didn't know you were coming over, " Steve said, letting him in.

"Yeah, I wanted to surprise you, baby," Eddie said, stepping through the front door and kissing Steve on the cheek. "I have your christmas present"

Steve glanced at the poorly wrapped box Eddie was gripping with excitement.

"Oh Ed's you didn't have to-"

"Shhh, of course I had too it's Christmas, and you're my boyfriend now where is your tree?" Eddie said, venturing into the living room

"Um..." Steve trailed off suddenly embarrassed by the lack of decoration.

"Wow, you've left decorating really late are you waiting for your parents or something?"

"T-they're not coming"

"What?"

"They're not coming back for Christmas," Steve stated

"Oh my god baby, I'm so sorry," Eddie said, placing his gift on the coffee table and giving his boyfriend a hug

"It's alright Eddie really" Steve chuckled "They haven't spent Christmas with me in years so-"

"Years?!" Eddie said, eyes widening. "So you've been by yourself every year?"

"No, Dustin and Robin have invited me over, but neither of them could this year"

"Why didn't you ask me?" Eddie said sounding a little heartbroken

"I don't know a part of me thought you might ask first and then I thought Christmas is a family thing so you probably want to be with Wayne only"

"Stevie, you are my family too. I love you," Eddie said sincerely.

Steve couldn't stop the tears from welling in his eyes the way Eddie spoke so gently and rested his palm on Steve's cheek.

"I'm sorry." Was all Steve could manage not exactly sure what he was apologising for. Eddie shushed him and cleared his throat.

"Steve Harrington," Eddie started. "Would you please make me the happiest man alive and join me and my uncle for Christmas?"

"Yes," Steve said, laughing at the end.

Eddie and Steve didn't waste a second gathering some of Steve's things, the presents he wrapped, and drove back to the trailer park. Wayne was more than happy to have Steve over for Christmas, especially since he had an extra pair of hands in the kitchen. Eddie and Steve cuddled up on the couch that evening, their mugs of hot chocolate cooling on the coffee table. Eddie pressed a kiss to Steve's forehead.

"Merry Christmas, Stevie"

"Merry Christmas, Ed's"

[liquidstar]

SEASON 3 TRAILER DROPPED HERES MY THOUGHTS (LN spoilers)

BROTHER AND SISTER OF ALL TIME THEYRE SO CUTE <3 love seeing how their relationship has progressed from beako literally throwing him out a window for stuff like this to her happily playing along its so so so so so cute. genuinely just one of the cutest and sweetest dynamics in the series

hi ram roswaal and fred :) this is probably all we're going to really see of you guys this arc lol

JOSHUA REAL!!!!! but not for long (also otto in the bg foreshadowing all the drinking hes about to do this arc. hes so stressed. poor emilia is trying her best)

julius looks so babyfaced here? they really emphasized his long eyelashes just like subaru has been on about every time he mentions him. they better include the scene where he checks him out, like, if they dont animate subaru looking dead at this mans ass im going to riot

i LOVE this shot of ana. you can really tell shes up to some corrupt capitalist bullshit as we speak. love her for that. wish i had this pic when i made that one money game anastasia video

the red dress actually does look really good on crusch like it compliments the green hair really well but also the crusch we know would not walk around in such a thing so its like. damn looks like the "memories are an important part of identity" story thinks memories are an important part of identity. who knew.

ALSO LOVE FELTS NEW LOOK SO MUCH! the only complaint is i felt (felt lol) like the red brought out her eyes more but the blue also looks cool. three primary colors all being used looks nice too

whatever who cares about all that THE CUNT!!!!!!! THE CUNT IS HERE!!! I CANNOT WAIT FOR ALL THE DRAMA SHE CAUSES TO BE ANIMATED FOR REAL

no fucking way... did they actually...

THEY DID! THEY CENSORED THAT HORRIBLE FUCKING DESIGN OH MY GOD. SHES WEARING SHORTS AND JUST A CROPPED SHIRT. AND CHAPS I GUESS? BUT ALSO A LITTLE SKIRT CAPE SO NO ASS SHOTS... THIS WILL MAKE WATCHING THE SEASON SO MUCH MORE TOLERABLE. i mean not perfect but STILL.

photos taken seconds before disaster lmfao. i still love how chin thinks subaru is a freak and weirdo for being so buddy buddy with him after he and his buddies mugged him. twice. (even more times from subarus perspective. hell he stabbed subaru once) genuinely cant wait to see more of this dynamic its so stupid.

THE FUCKING CUNT!!!!!! also the apples lol

oh you poor thing. you have no idea what next level family drama bullshit awaits. good luck. get ready to kill grandma AGIAN lol

:'( emilia still misses her terrible cat dad and its kinda sad when you know were not getting a resolution on that here either. they both look so sad :(

i cannot wait for garf mommy issues round fucking 2.

THIS CRAZY BITCH!!! I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE THIS CRAZY BITCH ANIMATED. I CANT WAIT TO SEE HOW THEYRE PORTRAY HER MANNERISMS. ESP W HOW WILD PETELGEUSE WAS ANIMATED IN S1. REAL LOONY TOONS BULLSHIT. AND HER POWERS ARE ALSO SOOOOOO MUCH COOLER I CANT WAIT

NO MORE DRESSES FOR CRUSCH YAY

he fucking bit it. yeah i guess thats what dogs do tho.

YOU. DIVORCE MAN. KILL YOURSELF. SLASH SERIOUS.

the empathy powers will have a glowing eye effect. very cool but i hope they dont show it too much in the first scene bc like in the LN i think its cooler if you dont know why everything is so... Wrong.

i dont rly have anything to say i just think ferris looks cool covered in blood. imagine being healed here like doctor catgirl will see you now

emilia be nice. that crazy bitch might be your mom. just like how the previous crazy bitch was in fact your dad.

THEY CHANGED UP CAPELLA'S DESIGN TOO honestly tho her being sexualized makes sense w a lot of the themes (the way its intentionally meant to be perverse and gross in a way explicitly stated) so i didnt mind as much and she still IS here but. this is still an improvement imo just a better outfit looks cooler. bug.

NAUR I DONT WANNA WAIT... OCTOBER.... AUGH

[artdcnaldson]

Tw vomit and high tales

Had 8 edibles each in one sitting because me and my idiot brother were being stupid and encouraged each other without thinking about the consequences. One of the worst experiences of my life and my mom found me dehydrated on the floor, she tried to get me to sit up and i threw up idek how many times (i lost count after 6 or 9) but i was swimming in a pool of my own vomit

I still feel high and its like 24 hours later

Do you think patrick would be proud?

He could be fishing me out of my vomit and id ask if he still thought i was hot

Im just thinking about younger patrick guiding younger art through his first high, hes rubbing his back amd he feels guilty because art being so vulnerable and teary eyed makes him hard

GODDDDDD <3

This is such Artrick behavior <3 Heart eyes giggles kicks my feet

Patrick just kinds of expecting Art to have the same tolerance that he has, but he forgets that Art is a total bitch and soon Art's too high and he's a little nauseous and paranoid and he's freaking out that they're going to do a surprise drug test tomorrow and he's gonna get caught and kicked out of the academy and his grandma's going to be so disappointed with him.

Patrick is just a little high, and finds it all so amusing. "Art, your grandma was a fucking hippie, she won't give a fuck if you smoke once."

Art's makes Patrick put a hand on his chest and feel his racing heart and promise he's not going to have a heart attack and die. Patrick keeps his hand pressed to the warm, slightly clammy skin and assures him that he's not going to die, he just smoked too much too fast.

Patrick plies Art with snacks after he starts getting the munchies, which probably isn't the best idea considering Art's head is swimming and he feels so fucked up. But he obeys and opens his mouth as Patrick shoves cheese its and chips ahoy into his mouth and pours gatorade down his throat.

When Art pukes Patrick rubs his back while Art cries and begs him not to tell anyone how fucking lame and pathetic he is. He's clingy the rest of the night <3

[sansaorgana]

Saw this post and couldn’t stop thinking about this:

Grumpy old grandma Vhaegar adopts a hyperactive hatchling. It’s like watching an elderly cat interact with a kitten/puppy, just climbing all over it and (pointlessly) biting her legs and Vhaegar shows her love by tolerating it and not immediately eating it and only occasionally smacking it away at 1/4 strength. But if any other dragon tries to hurt her annoying baby? It is ON SIGHT.

Kid!Aemond starts off arrogant like ‘look how pathetically small your dragon looks next to mine, it’s practically a lizard’, then annoyed like ‘get your stupid lizard off of her!’ and you being like ‘why? she seems fine with it, stop being a baby’

Because she’s so old Vhaegar mostly sleeps when Aemond isn’t with her, so your dragon usually just wriggles around in her general proximity or sleeps near/on her, though Vhaegar is seen to be more interactive/aware with this dragon, opening her eyes or lifting her head to watch.

Watching them get along forces Aemond to think about you, how the two of you interact, and the massive crush he’s been aggressively repressing for ages. He kinda wishes he could be as tolerant of your teasing/playfulness as his dragon is of yours, but after a lifetime being on the receiving end of far less good natured jokes he just can’t help but get defensive all the time, especially when he’s young and hot-blooded and hasn’t quite learned how to control himself yet.

Imagine seeing each other after years apart. While you and your dragon are just as playful you’re both gentler. Your dragon will still roll around or lay on top of Vhaegar there’s no more biting, as if it recognises Vhaegars age now, and while you’re definitely still gonna tease him, relentlessly, you don’t poke his sore spots.

He’s mellowed out, at least enough to control his worst impulses and has grown a thicker skin, every joke doesn’t feel like a personal attack anymore, he’ll even tease back. He no longer feels, or acts as if watching your dragons irritates him, he actually seems… pleased?

Whyyyy can I never just send one paragraph aaahhhh

omg don't apologize at all for sending long messages, I love seeing people's ideas and headcanons in my inbox!

and honestly, I already had an idea for a fic based on this post and I have a whole story in my head but somehow I find it difficult to write it down for some odd reason... it's frustrating...

now, speaking of your idea... it would be adorable as hell. also, dragon riders being like their dragons. grumpy x sunshine dynamic + if Reader is small (or at least smaller than Aemond and I think most women are) then they would totally be like their dragons. I can imagine Reader's dragon being small for a dragon in general and unfamiliar with any sort of fighting. Aemond wouldn't feel the urge to make fun of it and the Reader anymore, though. now, seeing them after years, he feels the urge to protect.

[justshapesandaus]

(welcome back to Arc 3 we are finally continuing it)

Outside of the house Barracuda pulled something out from his pockets, upon revealing them to the guardian they were puzzled, They were egged shaped. "They are teleports I've been working on. Since you got this big quest from the Treeangles I thought it would be about time to give you theses."

Grabbing them from Barracuda's hands, putting them in her pocket so she would not forget them she asked. "What are we suppose to do with them?" Barracuda lit up at being able to tell what his invention was for. "I think it's about time we got a better transportation then using horses, or walking, But unfortunately You three will still have to activate them at each town you go too, just on the outskirts of it, and they all should be able to connect to one another." "Have you tested them out?" Lycan asked from the grass they were laying in, petting Barracuda's Pegasus, who has trapped the flower with it's head. "In small doses I have, But they work well enough longer distances shouldn't be a problem." "I trust Barracuda's inventions." Blixer stated but Cyan said sarcastically. "Oh ya because the 'Antidote' was such a good invention." Blixer looked back at him, making the child grin with glee. "You two stop being so mean to one another, we're about to be spending about a year together, and I'm not going to tolerate this behavior on our trip." Cube said not even looking back at the trouble makers. Blixer stuck out his tongue making Cyan charge at the man, but was blocked by the man's hand keeping him contained. Cube and Barracuda shook their heads before looking back at one another. "Thank you then for the teleporters. Though You also don't happen to have anything for transportation? I don't think being horses would be a good idea." "Funny enough I have." He pulled out something else from his pockets, two small compacted cubes were now in his hands. throwing one on the ground let it roll out into what can only be described as a hovering contraption. "I call it a hoverboard, and it gets powered by the sun, so leaving theses in the sun will charge them."

"Oh so like a none wheeled skateboard that's so cool Baracuda." Cube said excitedly watching as the triangle man kicked it up into the air, seeing it compact back down into a cube, before landing it right back in his hand, before giving one to Cube, and then to Blixer who had walked forward, Cyan laying on the floor pouting.

"Ya Cuda you are amazing." Blixer said, pocketing his much like Cube. "I'm glad you do, you have a long journey ahead of you, though I do have one more think I want to confess, This is still a work in progress, But I do have another teleporter prototype I wanted to test out." "What is it?" Cube asked. "Well it'll allow anyone to teleport into a space they remembered, It's not as well tested as the cross portal teleports, but this, if it goes well should sent you on your right path, Arow is far, so i thought this'll be helpful, if only helping you out on getting you started."

"Well it's worth a try." Cube said with a shrug. Barracuda smiled, pulling out another egg looking device, and throwing it on the ground. It opened up it looked to hold on;y one shape or beat at the current time, but he did say it was still a work in progress. "I just have to calibrate it real quickly. And then you three should be on your way." Cube nods before walking over to lycan. He sat down with his flower brother. "Be good while were gone ok. Or Grandma's ghost will kick your ass." Both of the siblings chuckled "Or I'll get a surprised visit from Grandpa, he'll really kick my ass if he saw me doing nothing around the farm." That got both of them to chuckle just a bit louder that time, before growing quiet. Without needing to say anything they pulled each other into a hug.

Cyan watched this all play out, He was happy to finally be spending time with his guardian. But with it being with the monster who almost destroyed the entire planet? He didn't know how long they'd last being near one another. He could tell that Blixer felt the same way.

But he'll try not to anger the beast,, while Cube is around. Though the only thing he was worried about was why was the Treeangle sending them to Arow, it's a ghost city, according to the locals, always been like that since before he was born,,, a few months ago. But still, a Ghost city shouldn't be having problems, but the Treeangle's words were final so they'd go there."

"And that should do it. you three are all ready to go on your adventure." Barracuda stood up, and backed away from his invention. Blixer took a deep breath, stepping onto the teleporter, and only 4 seconds later, the device lit up, only 10 seconds later did it lit up brightly surrounding the ex king, before he vanished into thin air.

Cyan looked at to where he had gone and grinned, welp there goes his problem. But instead of celebrating in his head, Cube picked him up, bringing him over to do it secondly, it took 14 seconds like last time, and when the blinding light faded, Cyan looked out into the sea of buildings, the forest behind him, a mountain in the distance. Blixer was unfortunately there and still alive, looking out of the vast city, that was supposedly bursting with life, but now layed dormant, being reclaimed by nature. No wonder his friends didn't want him to recover there.

One last light blinded the both of them, signaling that Cube had finally joined them. They all looked out into the town. All wondering the same thing. 'Why were they called to Arow the city of the clockworth?'

[salemlostsignal]

In my humble opinion, I headcanon that Richies grandma is one of those coastal grandmas, and every summer, he goes and spends time with her.

Here's what I headcanon for this type of idea.

-definitely took surfing/swimming lessons

•probably isn't all great at surfing but is decently good at swimming (which is really surprising)

-brought a poor hermit crab back to darry and kept it for 2 years, named it Shell-y Duval.

-brings sea glass, sea shells, fossils, and random jewelry/trinkets back and gives them to the losers club as "souvenirs."

•refused to bring the losers there because he thought his grandma wouldn't want to tolerate a bunch of rowdy teens. She, in fact, did want to. She ended loving the losers when Richie brought them along.

-always comes home with a super awful sunburn and sand scrapes.

•once accidentally fell asleep in a sun chair and had a tan line (more like sunburn line) from his sunglasses and didn't even realize it until Beverly took a Polaroid of the group together.

-as a kid, he would find sand dollars on the beach and try to revive them with water, which didn't work, obviously.

•now he keeps them, or uses them like skipping rocks.

-has one of those Puka shell necklaces and NEVER takes it off.

-once got a coral scrape and has never liked coral since. Absolutely terrified of it.

-got stung by a jellyfish when he brought the club to the beach.

•was probably showing off a dive he learned and dived directly into one, then came rolling onto the shore like he was on fire.

•Eddie was likely screaming about them having to pee on it.

•Stan was more then likely willing to do so.

•bill was trying to explain plain water works just fine to get the stingers put, that they really, really didn't have to do that.

•Bev was probably laughing so hard she wasn't of any help.

•Ben had gone to the bathroom and came back really confused.

•Mike was probably late to the hangout and showed up after Richie had already gotten the stingers out but refused to touch the water now.

-accidentally took an alive starfish.

•thought it was dead, put it on his wall and it started climbing.

[eclectic-sassycoweyes]

(Much more than) Seven Sentence Sunday

Thank you @carlos-in-glasses for the tag! Seven Sentence Sunday is so amazing because I get to read the most amazing snippets and get super excited about future fics, but getting tagged is so lovely because it makes me feel like I have a little deadline where I don’t have to write anymore than seven sentences which really has helped motivate me to turn some ideas into writing!!

I hereby post my very first Tarlos snippet and my first entry to Seven Sentence Sunday!

It is way way longer than seven sentences but as it is my very first time posting and I’m just posting everything I’ve written so far (I literally just wrote it this evening) I hope you can bear with me🙃

Btw this is just pure whump and domestic caretaking/them seeing each other at their worst but it’s the idea that I had the most clear words for so this is what I’m starting off with

Andrea picks up the phone after the second ring.

“Hola mijo!” It’s a good thing you called actually, I was just about to prepare the tamales for lunch tomorrow. How are TK doing on the spices at the moment, is he picking up some tolerance yet? I don’t want to make them too spicy of course, but I really think he should taste them the way your grandma really used to make-“

“Hola Mama.” Carlos hurries. He feels bad for interrupting her but he wants to cancel their plans for lunch tomorrow as soon as possible so he can get back to TK. After today TK will probably be a bit more spice averse than usual anyway, he thinks with a frown, even though they have been working on him upping his tolerance lately.

“Actually mama, I’m really sorry for doing this so late, but I think we’re going to have to cancel tomorrow..”

“Oh no mijo, why? Is everything okay?” Andrea asks before Carlos can finish his sentence, concern lacing her voice.

“Yeah.. I mean, not really”, Carlos clarifies, picking the bridge of his nose. “Actually, TK’s not feeling so good at the moment.” That might be the understatement of the year, Carlos thinks but he doesn’t think TK would want him to lay out all the gritty details of his current condition. “He um, he had those tacos, you know, from that place out by Cameron Road, the one that they’ve been trying to shut down for year-“

Carlos is interrupted again by his mother gasping dramatically at the other end of the line.

“Carlitos!” She admonishes. “You haven’t warned him off about that place?!”

“Why is everybody blaming me?” Carlos feels his voice raising to a higher octave in exasperation. “He doesn’t even usually work in that district!-“

Carlos is once again interrupted, but this time it is by the sound of a painful sounding heave coming from the direction of the open door to their bathroom, followed by a pitiful whine. It shakes him out of his exasperation at being wrongfully appointed the blame for TK’s current misery. Logical or not, he does actually feel bad that he didn’t warn TK off about the taco shop that is by now known by probably all Austin locals, and not for serving delicious tacos - unfortunately.

He can almost hear his mothers pointed silence though the phone, and sighs. The Reyes kids all know better than to argue against Andrea, and she knows it - and exploits in too, although only in situations like these when there isn’t too much at stake. She too, has learned that especially when it comes to Carlos, her doing her best to listen even when she doesn’t fully understand, has repaired their relationship after too many years of just assuming that everything was alright.

He sighs. “I know, I really wish I had told him about it. He really doesn’t feel good mama.” Carlos says worriedly. It’s not that he’s feeling incapable of taking care of TK, but seeing him being in so much pain always makes Carlos feel a little bit desperate and talking to his mom about it makes him feel a little bit less out of his depth.

“I can imagine”, Andrea muses, also sounding like she hates that idea so much. Carlos sometimes still can’t get over how his parents took to TK so quickly, treating him almost as if he was their son too. “It’s a good thing he has you to take care of him Carlitos, I’m sure you’re the best there is at making feel at least a little bit better“ she reassures. Carlos forgets sometimes how well she knows him - or maybe he’s still getting used to believing it again. “I’ll tell your sisters that you two had to cancel,” Andrea continues, “and you let me know if there is anything I can do or if you need me to bring you anything.”

Carlos takes a deep breath, feeling his mom’s reassurances calm him a little. He can do this. “Thank you mama, I will. Although he probably would rather not have anybody seeing him like this, other than me and maybe Owen..”

Another pitiful sound from the bathroom reminds him why he wanted get this conversation over quickly. “I gotta go mama, but thank you. And say hi to Ana and Luisa from us,” he quickly says, before hanging up. He has some shopping to do. But first he’s gonna go rub his poor husbands back for a little while.

I have no idea whatsoever of who has and hasn’t been tagged, so I’ll tag @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @paperstorm in appreciation if their recent following me back because that made me really happy thanks guys (gender neutral)🙃☺️

Anybody else seeing this wanting to be tagged should consider themselves hereby tagged !!

[halfblood-princes-crown]

Can you write some headcanons for Snape as father of 2 girls (maybe even twins)? I am sucker for dad Snape

Ofc! Dad Snape is my life 😩 I’ll do twins because I love the idea of him having twins. I’m doing these for post war, but if you want some for while he’s still a spy then I’ll be happy to deliver the angst😌

For these, Snape went back to teaching at Hogwarts

He made it his mission to be able to tell them apart, and it actually was quite easy for him

He sung lullabies to them in French

He liked to take them with him to collect potion ingredients to get them acquainted with nature

Introduced them to his favorite parts of muggle culture

He didn’t dress them identical. They might match every once in a while but he valued their individuality

He adored doing their hair up in different styles! If they wanted one he didn’t quite know how to do, he’d practice on his own hair

Feeding them means he prepared more nutritious meals, which means he was also looking healthier and healthier

If they had one or more of his features, he’d always tell them how beautiful they were before anyone could tell them otherwise

When they first asked about his scar and dark mark, he thought it was too touchy of a subject and saved it for when they got older. (When he finally did go into detail about his past, one of them called his dark mark his “Trojan Horse”)

He started teaching them simple magic when they were old enough so that they wouldn’t struggle when it was time for them to start school

He taught them to be kind but not tolerant, and he taught them to stand up for themselves

He taught them how to communicate effectively so that they can handle disputes without escalating them, and so they never say something they might regret

When they were sorted, he gave them supportive smiles to let them know he was proud regardless of what house it was. If they were in different houses, he’d make sure they could see each other as much as possible

Protective is an understatement. The whole school knew not to breath wrong in their presence or Snape would appear out of nowhere

Despite being protective, he gave them more than enough space to be themselves and make friends.

He always corrected people who mixed them up and explained the difference between them so they wouldn’t do it again

He never gave them special treatment when it came to tests or points. He’s never given a point in his life and wasn’t starting now. #StuckInHisWays

They were good kids, so if they ever got in trouble, he’d have them serve “detention” in his class so that he can talk to them and find out if anything is wrong and what they all can do differently next time

Minerva was literally their grandma. No discussion

He encouraged them to do Quidditch if they wanted, and was supportive when one of them showed interest

One of them dressed as him for Halloween and the other dressed as Minerva and they went around gossiping about everyone.

He embraced their hobbies and even found some that he shared in common with them. (They did his makeup and painted his nails. He thought it was cute. Definitely kept the nail polish on)

Sometimes they’d all go to a field and cast their patronus’ together and watch them dance around

He taught them how to dance for the Yule Ball, and threatened their dates when they weren’t looking

During the Ball, they noticed how he hadn’t been dancing…or moving for that matter, so they yanked him to the dance floor and forced it out of him.

When they graduated and started on their career paths, he retired from teaching and promised them he’d continue to be there if they ever needed him.

He started a natural cosmetics shop soon after they left, and loved when they occasionally stopped by to see him and his work

[brookah-art]

Coffee Anon again. How do the half life characters like coffee if they drink it?

i think alyx is the only one who likes gordons tar coffee because shes never really had coffee until they like find a stash of it on a supply run and her pallet is fucked up enough from combine issued rations her whole life that she doesnt see anything wrong with it. barney i think would just take a bit of sugar or something, i dont think he likes the taste of it but just drinks it for the caffeine and puts something in there to make it tolerable. kliener drinks the stuff like water, doesnt even matter whats in there, but eli makes him drink tea every once in a while cause its just not good for your health. i think judith likes a blonde roast (cause she kinda reminds me of my grandma a little and thats what she likes) and is so pissed off about not being able to have it anymore cause the world ended duh. breen, total Frappuccino fanatic. he had his own personal starbucks built in the citadel, of course. magnusson probably puts on the tough guy black coffee facade but actually likes cream and sugar and all that jazz and has a secret stash in his lab cause he doesnt want to share.

sorry for the wall of text but this was a fun little idea ive never really thought much about it before lol

[please-dont-bully-me]

I'm going to be using jollmaster art as I have asked permission that they granted

https://www.tumblr.com/jollmaster/760988628005634048/redesign-trivia-broken-stone-aka-flaming?source=share here you can find their hazbin rewrite arts

Chairle will still be a happy to go character that uses her status to her advantage

She is not yet in a relationship with vaggie as I want them to get together slowly in the fic

She may be naive but she is not dumb, she know when people are using her

She will have a Toxic positivity mindset

She will have trust issues with all the cast

In the beginning she will see the hotel as a way to get in touch with her sisters up in heaven but soon learns to tolerate hell

She has a "I'm above you" mindset do to being a fallen angel while the rest are hellborn or sinners

Mysterious

Not much is known about him

Does not like the hotel and it's people but still stay to get favors

Has a "you don't bother me because to me you do not exist"

She is in her 60s in this but choices a kid form so people are more comfortable around her

She is not into any kinky stuff but likes the idea of pretending to make it more funnier

She is not babied bye the group but instead acts more mature

Has a grandma mindset

He does not want to be here and will act like it

In the beginning he couldn't stand any of them especially angel dust but later has a fatherly mood?(How do I word this) Around angel dust

Is seen drinking but never drunk

Has a "my problem is my problem and your problem is your problem" mindset

He is still into his job

In the beginning he liked annoying the characters with his jokes not knowing it makes them uncomfortable

Sees husk as a father later on

In the beginning does not give to craps about the total but later changes his mind

Has a "the problem is you not me" mindset

He's a very sly character

Will act dumb to fool everyone into thinking he's stupid

Is very smart

hated the hotel in the beginning but slowly grows on him

Does not die In this

The whole war they had with heaven will not happen in the fic

Has a "sly snake" mindset

[kindheart525]

https://www.deviantart.com/kindheart525/art/Giddy-Up-889718133

“Mommy, wait!”

Bojack Sugarman trotted as fast as he could after his mother, but his little legs couldn’t keep up with her long stride. Beatrice stared straight ahead as she walked, acting as if she didn’t hear or even know her own son.

“Walk faster. I don’t have all day.”

She stopped begrudgingly for a moment, taking a drag off her cigarette as she waited for him to catch up. 

“If Mother and Father are going to saddle me with you for the day, you better keep up because I am not letting you hold me back more than you already do.”

These words stung Bojack, reminding him once again that his mother saw him as nothing but a burden. He loved her so much and tried so hard to make her like him, but no matter what he did, she never saw him any differently. It was like she didn’t want him at all.

“I’m trying, Mommy!”

“You better.”

Beatrice gripped his shoulder and led him along at her pace.

“We will not be late for the race under my watch.”

“But didn’t Grandma and Grandpa say they didn’t want me going to car races?”

Bojack knew he was about to receive a tongue-lashing for this but he couldn’t help it, he looked up to his grandparents and wanted to follow their rules.

“I don’t give a damn what they say!”

His mother snapped at him, spinning around to glare him in the eye.

“You will NOT embarrass me in front of my friends and you will NOT tell Mother and Father about this. If you want Mommy to love you, you will stay out of my way and keep quiet.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

Bojack uttered dejectedly, knowing there was no way he could really make her love him. He was lucky if she even tolerated him.

So he followed her stride as best he could, following her orders but thinking to himself about how he’d rather be anywhere else.

~~~~~~~~~~

My all-time favorite storyline of Bojack Horseman is the Horseman/Sugarman family backstory, I just feel so bad for young Beatrice and for Honey. It’s truly horrifying and I’ve always wondered what Bea’s life would have been like if Crackerjack lived and Honey never had a lobotomy. Would it be better?

Not necessarily. 

As I watched and rewatched all the scenes with the Sugarman family, I couldn’t help but notice that Crackerjack is very obviously Honey’s favorite child. She sang songs with him and doted on him while brushing Bea off with comments about what was “healthy” for a girl. She became so consumed with her grief over his death that she couldn’t even care for her living child. Even when she was lobotomized, she could hardly recognize Bea’s face while recalling her love for Crackerjack as clearly as ever. We all know Joseph sucked, but Honey wasn’t as good a mother as she thought herself to be either.

So in this AU, Crackerjack returned from the war his jolly self and his parents continued treating him like their golden child. Beatrice felt neglected from feeling like the second favorite, so much that she decided negative attention was better than no attention. The bratty child grew into a reckless young woman, a gal who stayed out late and dressed in ways that were deemed improper in her time. Her parents wouldn’t care anyway, they already had their perfect child.

Beatrice caught on like a house on fire with Butterscotch Horseman, even more than in the show itself. His rebellious spirit was way more alluring to her than that boring Corbin Creamerman, plus her parents already had an heir anyway so what did they care? So they got hitched after a one night stand that left her pregnant, and Bojack was born.

Beatrice had long rejected all ideas of what a proper woman “should” do by the time she met Butterscotch, so when their marriage turned out to be a shitshow she did not hesitate to leave him. Divorce didn’t make her a ruined woman in her eyes, if anything marriage did. But a young woman with a baby had little opportunity without a husband in the 60s, so she shamefully moved back to her parents’ home with Bojack in tow.

Nowadays, Beatrice continues living like she did before she had Bojack, often acting as if she doesn’t have a child at all. The few times she is around she treats him like nothing more than an inconvenience, as shown here. Joseph and Honey are trying to raise Bojack to be the best Sugarman he can be despite the shame of him being a bastard child. They dote on him as much as they did his uncle (who he is close with), which leads his mother to resent him even more as they give him all the attention she didn’t get.

Even though he has people who love him and lives a comfortable life, Bojack still grapples with his mother’s resentment, his father’s absence, and his grandparents’ lofty expectations of him.

~~~~~~~~~~ [Image Description: Bojack is an anthromorphic horse child with a brown coat, black mane, and white markings on his nose and forehead. He has his hands clasped in front of him as he looks nervously up at his mother. Beatrice is a lighter brown anthropomorphic horse with a curled blonde mane and a white forehead diamond that matches Bojack's. She wears red lipstick to contrast her black leather jacket and catsuit. With one manicured hand she grips Bojack's shoulder, and with the other she holds a cigarette. She looks annoyed as she walks beside her son. End Description.]

[sunsetkerr]

dont wanna be depressing, but how do you deal with parenting your dad?

- 💛 (anon who parents both parents)

hi my love, welcome 💛

I’m more than happy to dive into this, but it's gonna be longggg so I will put this under the cut so I don’t get too sad on main lol, but- quick tw beforehand: heavy drug addiction, anxiety disorder, smoking, drinking, infidelity, parenting your parents, absent father and mentions of suicidal thoughts.

quick backstory! my parents were very on and off throughout my entire childhood. my dad cheated on my mum a total of 13 times, what a guy! my mum? literally the most girl boss, resilient woman I have ever met. worked 3 jobs whilst she was pregnant because my dad was on meth and ice at the time.

so my parents finally broke up for the last time when I was eight.

I saw my dad once a week, until he blew up on me for wanting to call my mum to say goodnight, on the night of my 10th birthday. he went ballistic at me and after that, I didn't leave the house apart from school for a year because I would have panic attacks every time I went somewhere.

my dad is very embarrassing. he's not just emotionally abusive to me, but to his mum, sister and my cousins (without realising the extent of his actions). he is very 'poor me, I'm the vicitm' which is something I have noticed recently.

I really am the only person that my dad has. he now realises that because I'm an adult now, he cannot treat me like a little kid, because I will leave. I dont tolerate that behaviour, I am not as forgiving as my mother.

last year, my dad blew up on my grandad who is 81 and has dementia. my grandma and him haven't spoken since. a few nights ago, my dad rang me around 8pm, and I instantly thought 'what does he want now?'. because he only calls me when needs/wants something.

my dad is on the phone drunk and ends up getting onto the topic of my grandma not speaking to him. he's crying on the phone to me, tells me how he was going to k*ll himself when I was a kid, but that I was the only thing keeping him alive. very fucked, a lot to put on your 20 year old daughter.

he says that he needs my help to repair his relationship with my grandma, and everyone else. that he knows he can always count on me.

it's a sad thing to have to parent your 51 year old father, and have those big hurtful conversations about what he's done wrong and trying to keep him in check. but it's the reality for lots of us! know that you're completely not alone in this. I am really lucky that I have the best mum in the world, she is my best friend and I would definitely be a different person if I didn't have her to rely on.

so to hear that you have to parent both of your parents is really upsetting and im so sorry. im sorry you've had to grow up so quickly, because that is mostly the case in these scenarios. my biggest tip would be to look after you. it's okay to break down, I did the other night for the first time in a while.

its really hard to talk to people about it, because lots of people dont get it. my boyfriend grew up with a classic white-picket fence family and has no idea how to handle the things that I say to him about my dad, but he's trying.

as long as you are getting some kind of support, you will be okay. and if you're not, make time to support yourself. remember, you are the only person that you have forever. you start your life with your parents, but your life doesn't end with them- your life ends with you, so take care of you.

im really sorry that this is reality for you. im sending you so much love, and if you ever need someone to vent to about parenting your parents (or anything else) I'm here <3 thank you for feeling comfortable enough to reach out to me.

[chidoroki]

I don't know who decided to put Ray under Isabella's care but the culprit is the biggest ever. giving her her own child to raise to death? Of course she didn't know and would have never knew if Ray didn't remember but still. Do it means that the other mamas in the other farms had to raise their child too? I love that thank to Isabella who has listed all the mamas and their alive children (when she was grandma) because now they can be reunited in the human world. It will be nice for the youngest

You know what.. for the longest time my most hated TPN character was that demon bastard who ends the life of my favorite villain ever.. BUT NOW? I think it might have a new contender hahahaa. Ahh, yeah, that’s really such a cruel move to pull off. I wanna doubt they had any idea on which babies go to which mother, but I sorta can't. It seems the Grandma distributes the babies to the individual plants and we know from Isabella’s side-chapter that Grandma’s have access to all sorts of information. So if Sarah (if it is her here) actually knew that she was handing Isabella her own son, then DAMN. Yet another reason for me to hate her!

It’s not a totally bad thing though? If Ray was sent to a different plant, he would’ve still used his infantile amnesia to learn the secret of the house, but then I dunno how well his plan to survive would go if he had to make a deal with another mom. I hardly believe any other mom would even tolerate the idea one bit like Isabella did. Take Krone for example. Once she learned from Isabella that some kids knew the house’s secret, she was so quick to decide that those kids needed to be shipped off. I’m sure a handful of sisters/moms would’ve handled the situation the same way, so Ray might not have lived very long at another house. That is, if he even attempted to make a deal at all.

So I guess we have to be thankful he did end up under Isabella’s care instead? Partly because she low-key says “to hell with the house’s rules” and cares more about producing high quality merchandise, but also because she was dealing with her true son. It’s a rare moment when her “Iron Lady” facade cracks so the revelation certainly effected her greatly, so as much as she tries to hide it, she does indeed care for him.

As for other sisters/mothers raising their own kids or not, I'm sure it had to have happened occasionally, (Sarah certainly seems like that bitch to pull it off more than once too) but I don’t believe any of them knew like Isabella did. The four sisters in ch181.7 seem pretty surprised learning that their children are even still alive to begin with.

I wanna say it’s rare the ladies wouldn’t know anything, but then again how did Krone manage to confirm Ray was Isabella's son from the note he left? We don't know what was fully written in the note aside from “Dear mother..” so while that alone could be valid enough proof, I still don’t understand how Krone managed to confirm this information as true instead of be skeptical about it or think it was just a trap.

What book of secrets did you manage to get your hands on girl? I don't wanna put belief into something so random because there's really no better look at the book Krone uses, but they resemble each other very faintly..

Anyways.. yeah, thanks to Isabella for raising the children so well that they were able to survive and possibly spend time with their potential mothers, if they ever choose to that is. I also find it real sweet that they're all so happy and relieved to be free. They truly deserve a life of happiness for all they've been through.

I'm still unbelievably salty that ch177 ended the way it did (thank god that was the one positive change to come out of season two) because damn it, you can't give all these women and children freedom and a bright future and not include the best mom ever aka Isabella aka love of my life not ever having the chance to experience her happy ending with her own precious kids! Ahh I'm gonna stop here before I get emotional. Thank you again for the question anon!