#I'm so grateful they managed to make time for it even though they've been so busy and tired because of their job

[kyouka-supremacy]

Today was a good day :)

[bobmckenzie]

ok i don't know WHAT kind of brain fart I had but I've been thinking today marks 6 months since I started shipping with Bob... IT'S NOT SIX DLSKJFKSF IT'S EIGHT 😳😳😳 8 MONTHS!!!

so today i learned i don't know how to count but idec bc it's my 8 month bobiversarry lol ❤️

[ultrone]

𓂃  ⊹ jackielot dating deaf!reader 🧏🏻‍♀️

they've been putting in a lot of effort to learn sign language for you. lottie even convinced her parents to hire a private tutor. initially, you thought it was unnecessary, as you could teach them yourself. however, they insisted, wanting to learn it faster and properly.

whenever they learn a new phrase or word, they eagerly rush to you to show you. and it’s painfully obvious how jackie subtly directs your conversations to "casually" drop the new sign she's learned 😭😭 you think it's cute though, so you refrain from teasing her about it.

besides sign language, the three of you have developed a silent language to communicate more effectively. it includes gentle taps, specific gestures, or a certain number of squeezes. it's become so intuitive that even your girlfriends use these signals between themselves, sometimes even when you're not around, without realizing it.

they're having a bit too much fun with the sign language tho, especially during exams. "i'm not helping you cheat, jackie," you discreetly signed back at her, being cautious so the teacher wouldn't notice. jackie pouted at you but couldn't hide her silly smile.

they’re also practically forcing the other yellowjackets to learn it as well. while some of them are lazier or barely friends with you, they've managed to get all of them to learn at least ten basic words to communicate with you, even if it's just to say hi.

so far, shauna is the most advanced, likely because she spends a lot of time with jackie. you suspect your girlfriend probably put up a fight to ensure shauna learned this much. nevertheless, you're grateful because now you can have intermediate conversations with her, and you have to admit that sometimes it's nice to sign with someone other than your girlfriends.

jackie's love language is physical touch, which makes her incredibly content in your relationship. you often depend on her touch or gestures for communication when you can't rely on lip-reading or hand signals, and jackie is more than happy to comply.

on the other hand, lottie leans more towards words of affirmation, but this hasn't posed any challenges in your relationship. she consistently expresses her affection through little notes and messages, even jotting down love notes and doodles in your school notebooks.

once, you woke up and found your hearing aids were not on your bedside table. turning to jackie, who was peacefully sleeping next to you, you noticed them sitting on her bedside table instead. that's weird, you thought, not recalling leaving them there. as you picked them up, you realized jackie had adorned them with cute little stickers.

they’re very patient with you, never getting annoyed or frustrated when you ask them to say things again or speak more clearly for you to read their lips.

when watching a movie together, they always ensure the subtitles are on, so you don't have to strain to read everyone's lips all the time.

jackie has this habit of telling you that she loves you by tracing the letters "I L Y" in the palm of your hand with her index finger, giving you a soft kiss afterwards and fidgeting with your fingers.

lottie always keeps her arms protectively around you, whether it's draped over your shoulders or wrapped around your waist. when she wants to get your attention, she softly squeezes her hand around you.

when you're feeling stressed, she often soothes you by gently stroking your eyebrows with her fingers in a repetitive motion until you drift off to sleep.

they're frequently curious about your perspective and thoughts on certain things, recognizing that your experiences might differ from theirs. they often ask you how you imagine certain things would sound, sometimes out of genuine curiosity and other times playfully teasing you.

“who do you think has a sexier voice? and don’t lie just so that lotts doesn’t get upset,” jackie quipped as lottie rolled her eyes.

they're incredibly protective of you, never allowing anyone to mock or disrespect you in any way. not that anyone dares to, considering their popularity in school as members of the yellowjackets.

most of the time, you fall asleep by lying on top of either one of them, resting against their chest, or in any position that lets you lay your ear against their heart, so you can feel its steady beat.

they're constantly debating whose turn it is to cuddle you. so now, they take turns each night. while you lie on one's chest, the other cuddles you from behind, letting you feel her gentle heartbeat against your back.

[nukaberries]

Hi! Can I have the non-human companions' reaction to a male sole that is very protective of them? Like if they're at a bar and someone shouts "get out of here freak/bucket of bolts/etc" he's beating the crap out of them immediately and when he's done he just goes back to the said companion and is all caring like "are you ok? Do you need anything?" Djdjfnfnejjr p l e a s e I've had this idea for so long

Non-human companions will always have a special place in my heart (especially Hancock because characters from Goodneighbor will always be superior to me), so this ask is really fun! Besides, I'm pretty sure every Hancock or Valentine fan has sided against the Brotherhood just for this reason. Also I have a feeling I could be missing someone, since I almost forgot Codsworth and Strong, so please let me know if I am, I can just add them on lmao

//

Non-Human Companions React to M!Sole Being Protective (Includes: Curie, Codsworth, Hancock, Nick, Strong and X6-88)

Curie She insists that Sole didn't have to go to all that trouble for her, she understands that some people are bound to dislike her simply based on her appearance and although that can be disheartening, she's come to accept it. She's a little shocked by how Sole reacts, he's never been particularly violent if he can help it, but it's more how quickly his mood changes afterwards when he goes to check on her that catches her more off guard than anything. She can't help but feel touched by the gesture though, it's nice to know that there's someone willing to look out for her.

Codsworth The Commonwealth is a lot different than it was 210 years ago, Codsworth still remembers the days when people would clamour at the opportunity to have their very own Mr. Handy. Now, all he seems to be is target practice or scrap metal to the inhabitants of the wasteland. Nevertheless, that doesn't mean he's immune to how some people tend to treat him. While Sole's act of violence is quite concerning to him, Codsworth does find himself grateful that his old friend is willing to defend him against the abuse he's become accustomed to. Codsworth assures Sole he's fine and insists that he doesn't cause so much ruckus on his behalf, but he will make a point to thank him profusely for caring, even if he is just a robot butler.

Hancock While Goodneighbor is more than welcoming to people from all walks of life, Hancock isn't blind to the treatment of his kind outside the walls. He'd seen it with his own brother in Diamond City and Hancock wishes that he'd fought as hard for the exiled ghouls as Sole had just fought for him. The name calling doesn't bother him, really, he's heard it all before and he can handle himself. What catches him off guard is Sole beating the bigot that had insulted him to a pulp. He does figure that Sole might owe him one, considering Hancock had handled Finn for him the day they'd met. Still, he assures Sole that he's fine and clarifies that he can fight his own battles, not that the show Sole had put on wasn't entertaining to watch.

Nick Valentine Being around as long as Nick has, he knows what people think of his kind and sometimes it can be hard to blame them. The Institute are dangerous and they've taken countless lives for their own selfish gain, even though it's not his fault he has to walk around looking like their poster boy, he can understand why people might take out their frustration on him. Of course, that doesn't mean he isn't quick to bite back to defend himself. On this occasion though, Sole was quicker and much more vicious and Nick had barely managed to comprehend what had just happened before Sole was back at his side asking if he was okay. Nick was fine, as usual, and only might a slightly irritated remark about Sole using his words next time rather than his fists, before thanking him.

Strong He doesn't really understand the insult being thrown at him and, although he definitely will try to join in, he isn't too sure as to why Sole is attacking a random civilian. Once Sole has made sure that Strong is okay - which, of course, he is - and once he's explained what had just happened and why, Strong isn't particularly bothered, he knows Super Mutants are the superior race, the comments of a "puny human" won't change that.

X6-88 A snide remark from a worthless scavenger means absolutely nothing to him, but apparently it means a lot to Sole, who doesn't hesitate to give the scavenger a beatdown and make him apologise to X6. He decides to wait, rather impatiently, for Sole to be done, before asking that he doesn't cause such a scene again for something so meaningless. Deep down though, Sole knows that's his way of saying thank you.

[captain-tch]

Closet (Daryl Dixon x PlatonicFem!Reader)

You had been hiding a part of yourself for years, it only took the world to end to finally speak your truth.

You stood on Aaron and Eric's porch, bracing yourself against the railing. They had prepared dinner for yourself and Daryl, as payment for bringing some spices back from a supply run. It was a lovely gesture, and it made you hate yourself even more when you couldn't stand to be in their company for too long. It was the hand holding, the loving gazes, the inside jokes. It was the way they shared gentle touches, so openly and so in love. It was the kisses and the laughs and the smiles.

It was hard to recognise the nasty feeling festering in your gut. It turned your gaze green and made yourself bitter.

You were jealous.

You shook your head, leaning back, trying to let the night wind wipe your sadness away. You wanted to push past this feeling - Aaron and Eric were lovely people, good people, yet you felt yourself turning sour the longer you spent in their company.

The door clicked softly behind you. You jerked, frantically wiping a hand at your cheeks. You turned, expecting to see Aaron or Eric wondering why you hadn't come back in after twenty minutes, but it was Daryl. You smiled weakly, secretly grateful that you didn't have to endure being in the presence of the lovebirds. Even on their own they managed to ooze cupid's scent.

"Hey." Daryl stood beside you, turning to look up at the night sky. The stars twinkled back. "Beautiful night."

You nodded in agreement, attempting to muster the energy to talk, to explain your disappearance.

"Food was good."

You nodded again.

Daryl sighed, playing with his fingers, tugging softly at the cuticles. "Look, ya know I'm no good at this small talk shit. I think we've been friends long enough to skip that crap, and you've been acting like this ever since we got here. Distant."

You bit your lower lip, taking comfort in gnawing at the skin. Your heart wanted to spill it all, to let loose your truth, but your fear kept you trapped.

"Did Aaron or Eric do somethin' to ya?"

You were that shocked at the thought you snapped your head to his. "No. They've been nothing but kind."

"Then what the hell is it?"

"I -" You averted your gaze, keeping your eyes glued firmly to the wood of the porch. "I can't tell you." You muttered, hating how water splashed on your cheeks. Your heart pounded in your chest.

Daryl reached forward, softly grabbing you under the chin, turning you to face him. You tried to muster a smile, though it did nothing to hide the tears freely pouring down. "You're cryin'."

Your hand moved to your cheek absentmindedly, aggressively wiping the wet away. Defeated, you pulled yourself away from Daryl, slumping to the floor feeling as if the world was trying to pull you down.

A beat of silence passed, then two. You wanted to speak; the ball in your throat choked the words. "Whatever it is, ya can tell me."

You pulled your chin into your knees, shoulders sagging. Your chest felt tight, the possibility of letting the truth pass your lips stealing your breath. But then you spotted Daryl at the edge of your vision, his brows creased in concern. He was your closest friend, your greatest confidant. You had told him about your night terrors, and he slept beside you, a moment away, to protect you from the monsters haunting the land of dreams. You leaned on him when you had killed in self defence. You relied on him to watch your back on runs, and he hadn't failed you yet.

He hadn't outright spoken to you of his past; he had let his lips loosen more around you than anyone else. He showed you the cigarette burns - never his back. You never dared to ask, knowing that was one private terror he would spill in his own time.

This man would never judge you. He would never press for more if you weren't ready, and he definitely would never leave your side. He was your platonic soul mate.

You released a heavy breath, scooting along to make room for him. Your voice was as quiet as a mouse - as a hunter you knew he heard. "I've never told anyone."

Daryl was quiet, accepting your invitation and settling in beside you. He didn't move to comfort you; he sat close enough to know he was there.

You clenched your fingers into your palm, the pain of the nails biting into the skin distracting you for the self destructive thoughts whizzing around in your head. "I'm jealous of them."

"Why?"

He's going to walk away, your brain whispered. He's going to leave you and you will be all alone surrounded by people. He's going to sneer at you and ignore your existence.

A large, calloused hand pried your fingers out of their fists. The skin of your palms cried in relief, sharp indents speckled with blood released into the air. You looked up at Daryl, and at his hand.

You screamed at the voices in your mind, uttering the words you never spoke aloud. "Because they're living their truth, they're not afraid."

Daryl stared at your crumpled form, it taking a moment to sink in. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water - no one had ever told him this kind of thing before, he had no idea how to respond. Turns out Daryl didn't need to worry, because the moment you started talking you unlocked the door you had kept barred shut for years.

"I've known ever since I was a teenager, kept it as quiet as I could. I dated, but it never went past the first date. I couldn't... be myself, and I think it's because I couldn't accept myself, and I think my dates could sense that too." You laughed darkly. "You know how if you were applying for a job, you had to state your sexual orientation? I always put "prefer not to say" as I was afraid to admit to the world that I'm a lesbian." You looked at Daryl, trying to sense any shift in him. He hadn't started cursing you out or walked away. The doubting voices in your head quietened.

You sniffled. "I'm envious of their confidence. Their openness. Is that stupid?"

Daryl shook his head. "Nah, it's not."

"You know what the stupidest thing of all is?" You shook your head, "It's taken until the end of the world to admit out loud that I am a lesbian."

Daryl wrapped his arm around you, bringing you close. "Proud of ya."

You relished his warmth, the warmth of your best friends embrace eradicating those voices for good. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders, and you could tell him about a part of your life you had kept hidden for so long.

"Thanks."

Daryl squeezed the hug tighter around you. "Feel better?"

"Bit."

"Well, come on. Dessert is waiting." Daryl got to his feet, putting his hand out to you.

You gulped, looking at the hand, then him. "You don't think any different of me, do you?"

"Hell nah, you're still a dumbass in my eyes."

You snorted.

"And hey, I can be your wing man."

"I'd love to see that Daryl."

As you walked back into the warmth of Aaron and Eric's home, you felt a peace settle inside you. The conversation didn't solve your insecurity and anxiety, but you felt better having admitted your truth out loud to your best friend.

You were on a long journey to accept yourself, whilst dealing with the trials and tribulations an apocalypse could bring, but in that moment, you were happy.

In your mind you repeated I am a lesbian, a smile forming on your lips.

the walking dead masterlist

[zjpg]

just a girl

'politics'

last - m.list - next

[march - pre season testing]

WARNING: misogyny, mean parents, politics and feminism (?)

the past two hours were filled with phone calls, all because of some words on her helmet. her pr team telling her to stay off social media while they control incoming questions, red bull management trying to defuse the media, horner telling her to 'stay tight' until it all 'passes by', her parents arguing with her, her brother's giving their opinions. she's talked to so many people in less that five hours and she's exhausted.

everyone has been checking on her since twitter erupted with criticism, towards her and each other. but after her morning, she wanted nothing to do with anyone. the silence on her end since the press conference must've been concerning, bottas and kimi even called her. but she's been ignoring every incoming phone call and text message. she took a bath, read a book, made some friendship bracelets, just anything to get her mind off of the constant hate.

she's glad that other drivers and teams are sticking up for her. it made her happy to see that the wolff family had her back along with her own team principal. she has new stations reaching out to her personally and asking for statements, assuming her team already shut them all down, she deleted each email. so unprofessional.

she was reading as she played some soft music in the background, the hotel suite she had been staying in gave her a luxurious yet cozy feel. she felt safe and comfortable in her little bubble, until someone came and popped it by knocking on her door. she sighed, letting the music play but putting the book down before answering it. swinging it open, she saw the familiar eyes staring at her from the other side of the door.

"what are you doing here?" she asked with a head tilt, letting him in even though she didn't want to.

"you're not answer me, or anyone for that matter." pierre sighed and walked in, holding a box of what looked to be pastries from the café down the street. "apple strudel, eclair's, and macarons." her favorite pastries, charles and arthur always bought her one - or all - whenever she got sad as a child. now it's become a less prevalent tradition as they've grown, she doesn't show much sadness anymore.

she excepted the pink box from his hand, sighing but taking them to the kitchen as he follows behind like a lost puppy. "why are you ignoring everyone? shutting us all out isn't going to make anything any better."

she knew he was right, and that's why she only grew more furious. she didn't like being wrong.

"i just need some time alone." she grumbled and turned back to him after placing the goodies on the counter, leaning against it. "i've been getting phone calls, text messages, and emails all week from people wanting something from me-"

"i don't want anything from you other than knowing if you're okay."

"i'm fine!"

"it doesn't seem like it!" her bareface was nothing new to him or really anyone else, she never wore makeup at the tracks, but it's the state of her disheveled hair, yesterday's pajamas, and the red eyes that made the current state of her mind very clear to the frenchman.

she let out a breath and gripped the roots of her hair out of frustration before releasing them again, "pierre. i need some space."

"everyone's giving you space, addilyn, we're worried."

"well don't be!" she snapped, yelling at him. in all his years of knowing her, the only time he's ever heard her yell is during race's and he wouldn't even call that yelling. "i can handle myself! everything going on is so fucking unfair! but i can't show that i'm upset like the rest of you can. i can't be unhappy, i need to be grateful, i need to smile and be polite! it doesn't matter if i'm losing a race or getting sent death threats, i need to be happy!" tears verged her eyes, her lower lip wobbling "please leave."

"addi-"

"pierre. please just go. i don't want comfort. i want you out."

he didn't want to, but he listened. he wanted to hug her, validate everything she's feeling, tell her she's going to get through it and how much everyone loved her. but he could tell in her voice, her eyes, she really didn't want him there. and he didn't take that personal, or at least tried not to. because at the end of the day he will never understand what she's experiencing.

he sighed, inching closer to her, watching as she allowed him to give her a small peck on her temple, "please take care of yourself." he said before leaving. as soon as the door closed, addi collapsed to the marble floor, her knees betraying her. she sobbed loudly, thankful for the thickness in the walls.

this week long period between practice and the race was going to be excruciating, not just for her but everyone. the press and media are going insane on everything from news outlets to social media. a lot of people are standing up for her, but it's the portion that are sending her death threats that she sees.

she's never felt so powerless before. even being surrounded by over-powering men, she's never felt so powerless. she feels lonely, but a part of her likes that emptiness. the emptiness of not having to talk about the same three things every second, the emptiness of not having to force a laugh at an unfunny joke.

she looks through all her missing texts, she didn't realize how much they've built up over the past 24 hours.

claire your brother told me what your parents said, are you okay? don't listen to them i head you're kinda ignoring everyone at the moment. i'll leave you be just know we all love and care about you i love you🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

daniel It's easy to let words affect you, trust me I know. I've obviously never experienced anything near this, but I can't imagine how you're feeling right now If you need a good laugh I have this really great movie to show you, so feel free to stop by anytime😊

nolan Mom and Dad need to get their head outta their asses. I'm sorry they said thatCharles called me. Just keep yourself safe and healthy.

arthurAre you okay? I know you're probably not I'm sorry you're going through this. I heard your PR team is saying you aren't accepting gift right now It's probably best, for security reasons. But a little girl came up to me in the lobby and asked if I would give you a bracelet she made. I told her I would, so whenever you're ready just stop by. I'll keep it safe for you :) Love you. ❤️

christian We're getting it sorted out Keep your head high kid!

max People are idiots. Don't listen to them. You know your worth. Let me know if you need anything, I support you.

pierreI know you said to leave you alone. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for yesterday. It wasn't right of me to bombard like that. I hope you enjoy the pastries though! I saw them while I was out and thought you could use some right now. Let me know if that bakery is any good, might buy myself some :) Love you!🤍

lewisHey, Addi You want to come visit Roscoe? I'm sorry about what's happening. Can anyone ship out Jewel? We all need a comfort buddy sometimes. Don't let what people say affect you, I know it a lot more easier said than done, but try.

mom Answer your father.

dad Answer my calls Your manager needs to stop telling me what to do I am your father. I come before sports. Your brothers told me you just aren't speaking to anyone. Stop being ridiculous. I told you not to make outrageous statements like that during season. And you add it to your helmet?!? Are you crazy Addilyn? You're going to get yourself killed one day!

yuki Do you want some food? I can bring you some 😁 Pierre told me you're kinda shutting down. We're all worried. But i understand you need space. So just let me know if you need anything :)

louisI told you this would happen Idk why you didn't just listen to me I told you if you put that stuff on your helmet people would notice and cause an uproar Posted or not.

sebastian Addilyn? I heard something about you not talking to anyone. Charles told me about your parents, I hope that's okay. Don't be mad at him, I sort of pushed it out of him. I'm here if you need me Kiddo. Don't fade away. I'll be there for you. 😁

valtteri You okay? How are you holding up?

estabonWe aren't close or anything, but you called me 'Estie Bestie' so I'm gonna count that as being friends. You need to talk to Charles or Pierre. Or someone. People don't know what they're saying online.

charlesTalk to me. Addi I know you're going through a lot right now but please talk to someone. Nolan told me about the argument with your parents. And Pierre told me what happened yesterday. No one's mad at you. At least let me know you're alive

kimi Hey kid, talk to someone, it's getting concerning.

lando I've been trying to stay offline. every tweet I see just pisses me off. I tried not to call or text because I know you want some space right now. But I hate no knowing if you're okay. Please talk to someone. It doesn't have to be me, just talk to someone. Adds please tell me you're okay. I care about you a lot Charles helped me with that, I hope he wasn't lying to me.

of course other drivers and teams have messaged her a few times since the incident began, but those are just from last night and the current day. she sighed, thinking to herself for a moment before opening one of the chats.

addi i'm alive

charlesGood. How are you?

addicould be better.

charlesYou wanna talk about it?

addi I'm so tired. i just wanted to stand up for women everywhere and now i'm getting death threats.

charlesI know, Chérie. I wish there was more i could do for you.

addii just want to race.

charlesYou will. Next weekend And you're gonna win And prove to everyone that you're more than just a girl.

addidoes that mean you'll let me pass you?

charlesI never said the winning part was going to go easily 😉

addipassing you is pretty easy, was just hoping we could avoid collision 😁

charlesOh screw off!For real though, do you need me to come over?

addiCould you?

charlesYeah, I'll be over in just a second with Charlotte❤️

taglist: @love4lando @fairiepoems @leilanixx @ietss @charli123456789 @ayoanna @enhacolor @be-your-coffee-pot @alixnsuperstxr @vellicora @tpwkstiles

a/n: i lied i'm uploading cause i wanna be cruel :) ALSO i would like to note that i'm aware the slogans on her helmet are not only used in america, the hater's tweet was solely to show their ignorance and that they are misinformed, i'm well aware of the terms and phrases being used all of the world (as they should be) 🫶🏻

[bridgertonbabe]

So having read the bridgerton spouse group chats by you and bridgerton family group chats by @holybatgirlz I’ve realised Benedict seems to always been one of the ones getting injured during family games night…

Does Sophie ever ban him from playing after an Injury or flat out refuse to go after she’s had all four kids and Benedict ends up back in hospital and ends up out of action for a few weeks meaning Sophie has four kids and a husband to tend to (and forces the injuring causing party to wait on him hand and foot for the duration of his Convalescence)

Also on another point… reading these makes me wanna write a family games night fic 😂😂

I feel like by the time all the spouses are married in and as they all start their families that Bridgerton game nights would become a bit calmer - only fractionally, but enough that the hospital visits aren't as frequent and the injuries sustained are far less serious. Though the Bridgertons (and Kate) remain insanely competitive to a terrifying degree, the spouses manage to limit game nights to once a year at most and then following the annual game night the spouses make it very clear how little they care for the family's version of a casual night of board/parlour games, and at the very least some of the Bridgertons take their partners feelings on board and attempt to mellow their competitiveness (kinda).

But with that being said, just because the injuries at game nights wind down, doesn't mean casualties don't occur through other competitive dumbass means...

BSSG Group Chat

Sophie: Guys I'm at the hospital.

Penelope: omg are you ok?????

Lucy: oh no what's happened?

Sophie: Ben broke his leg.

Phillip: Shit how did he manage that?

Sophie: He broke it go-karting.

Gareth:

Simon: What the ever living fuck was he doing go-karting?

Lucy: and not to be ageist - but at his age????

Phillip: The fuck is he playing at?

Gareth: i have to know

Gareth: did he go by himself?

Michael: Gareth please don't make this any more tragic for Ben or any more embarrassing for Sophie

Sophie: For your information he wasn't by himself.

Lucy: then who the hell did he go with????

Penelope: wait

Sophie: Well I hate to be the bearer of bad news

Phillip: Oh no

Simon: Please don't say it

Sophie: But it was a Bridgerton sibling day out

Michael: Oh for fuck's sake

Lucy: but greg told me he was going to spend the afternoon helping his mum pick up the flowers and decorations for penelope and eloise's baby shower on saturday!

Penelope:

Simon: As much as I can share in your dismay Lucy I can't say I'm remotely shocked to learn that Daphne and her siblings all lied about their whereabouts to hide the fact that they were having a sneaky go-karting afternoon 😑

Michael: I'm well aware I'm including my wife in this but do none of them have jobs??? Who goes go-karting on a Wednesday afternoon????

Phillip: Lets just be grateful that there was only one casualty from their go-karting escapade.

Sophie: ...

Sophie: Well I hate to be the bearer of bad news again

Simon: Sophie don't you dare

Penelope: oh god do we even want to know

Sophie: But they've all been hospitalised.

Lucy:

Michael: Why

Simon:

Michael: Why must they be like this

Gareth: just how exactly do 8 people get taken to hospital from a single go-karting afternoon?

Phillip: Soph is El ok????? I'm on my way right now

Sophie: She's ok Phil and so is the baby, she's just got a sprained wrist. She fared the best out of them all injury wise.

Penelope: El's fared the best???????

Michael:

Michael: Just what exactly is the extent of the damages we're talking here @ Sophie

Sophie: So Colin has a broken leg to match Ben's, Anthony's in a neck brace, Fran's fractured a couple of ribs, Daph's fractured her arm while Greg's broken his and has bruised his coccyx, and Hy's broken her big toe and is currently sporting an eye patch.

Penelope: COLIN'S BROKEN HIS LEG???????

Penelope: I'm 4 weeks away from giving birth wtf am I supposed to do with Limpy for a husband?!?!?!?

Lucy: ffs greg and i were supposed to be playing tennis with hermione and my brother this sunday 😤

Gareth: at least this isn't your wife:

Gareth: and soph how exactly did hy end up with an eye patch from go-karting?

Sophie: Greg shot her.

Lucy: HE DID WHAT

Simon: He shot her?????

Michael: Wow Greg shot Hy?

Michael: Honestly I would have imagined Fran snapping before Greg

Gareth: @ Sophie if you've previously failed to mention that my wife is wearing an eye patch because she's been blinded in that eye NOW WOULD BE THE TIME TO MENTION IT

Sophie: Relax she hasn't been blinded, it's just precautionary until the swelling's gone down.

Lucy: CAN WE GET BACK TO THE PART WHERE MY HUSBAND SHOT HIS SISTER

Penelope: yeah wtf is Greg doing with a gun????

Simon: And why does he have one for go-karting?!?!??!

Sophie: Ok so it was a BB gun he was using

Lucy: AND HE HAD IT BECAUSE?!?!?!?!?

Sophie: Well you're all going to love this

Sophie: They weren't just doing regular go-karting

Phillip: What

Sophie: They were doing it Mario Kart style.

Michael:

Simon: I actually can't stand them.

Gareth: not to be pedantic but they don't have guns in mario kart

Gareth: did they get it mixed up with gta coz that would make way more sense with all of the injuries they've acculumated

Lucy: are you seriously telling me they were driving go-karts around a track while shooting at each other??????

Penelope: I'm a month away from giving birth to a Bridgerton baby 🙃

Sophie: Basically they were using an assortment of items like hurling banana peels and pouring out oil on the track to make the others slip, they were throwing frisbees and balls at each other which were meant to be like shells and they had a variety of water/nerf/BB guns to take each other out that way. All of which contributed to the massive pile up that caused most of their injuries.

Michael: God almighty

Gareth: question; was hy not wearing a helmet?

Sophie: She was but she had the visor open after Eloise sprayed it over with paint which was how she ended up getting shot.

Kate: Omfg

Kate: I cannot believe this!

Sophie: It's a lot to take in I know.

Kate: I can't believe they didn't invite me!

Michael: Kate do you even care that your husband is in a neck brace?

Kate: Well that's what he fucking gets for not including me! Karma's a bitch and so is Anthony!

Simon: @ Kate

Phillip: God can you imagine what Violet's reaction to this is going to be when she finds out?

Sophie: No need to imagine she already knows.

Penelope: omfg

Gareth: damn you already told on them???

Sophie: Violet was the first person I told as soon as I heard about it all. I'm sick to death of them all acting like this and being so stupidly reckless. Not one of them even stopped to think that it might not be a good idea and now I've got to see after 4 kids with an invalid for a husband, and the rest of their injuries will come as just as great an inconvenience to all of you as well!

Sophie: So yeah I immediately went to Violet to tell on them because I want her to wipe the absolute floor with them for being so thoughtless!!!!!

Penelope:

Gareth:

Michael: You did what had to be done Soph and for that I applaud you 👏👏👏

Sophie: But that's not all, I'm also punishing Ben for being so feckless.

Kate: Oooh kinky

Sophie: Far from it. For starters when I got here Ben wanted to cuddle Vi to cheer himself up but I told him no and that he's getting no snuggles with her from now until his cast comes off.

Gareth: holy shit you're gate-keeping his own daughter from him

Lucy:

Lucy: and i love it

Michael: How quickly did he start to cry?

Sophie: Instantaneously. It was incredibly rewarding.

Sophie: And I'd encourage you all to do the same with your respective Bridgerton in whatever way you see fit.

Penelope: once Colin's home I'll keep offering him food but then just sit and eat it right in front of him 😈😈😈

Gareth: i'm going to get a toy parrot and perch it on hy's shoulder and call her patchy 🦜

Simon: I'm not even going to bother picking Daph up from the hospital. She has to learn she can't keep pulling stunts like this as a mother of four.

Simon: That and I've already started drinking to deal with this nonsense so I couldn't even if I had to.

Phillip: I'm going to make El take and stay with the twins at back to back children's parties this weekend. She'll absolutely fucking hate it.

Kate: I'm just going to laugh in Anthony's face. Probably get the kids to join in too.

Lucy: damn i'm not sure what i'm going to do with greg

Michael: I'm going to withhold sex.

Penelope: damn that's a bold move

Simon: But is that going to be more of a punishment for her or you?

Michael: Not to give you all too much of an insight but that's going to kill Fran more than you'd think it would.

Michael: But that's what she gets for going along with her fam's unhinged competitive behaviour.

Michael: No more snu snu.

Penelope: I actually think if we all withheld sex from our respective partners that they might finally learn their lesson.

Lucy: that's... actually a very valid point that could very much work

Kate: Well we don't call them sex idiots for nothing.

Michael: They're essentially a bunch of horny Tinkerbells; they need sex to live.

Simon: I truly hate that sentiment. But you're not wrong.

Michael: So are you all following my lead? It's your own choice obvs, no pressure if anyone would prefer not to.

Gareth: i'm not exactly chomping at the bit to be having snu snu with patchy

Kate: Yeah neck braces don't make for a turn on either.

Penelope: And being this pregnant I'm not really in the mood for it as it is.

Sophie: Like I'm going to have the time or energy seeing after the kids while Ben's bedridden anyway.

Lucy: fine by me

Simon: I have 0 qualms with this method of punishment.

Phillip: Same here.

Michael: Then it's no snu snu all around! Vive le resistance!

[smartycvnt]

Stronger Together

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader

Prompt: 14. "Nobody's ever had my back like you do."

R

WC: 681

"Come on Y/n, you need us. Rhea's not going to come out here and save you. She doesn't care about you, you idiot!" Bayley yelled. She was getting frustrated with you. You had beaten her for the match to decide whether you'd join Damage CTRL, but Bayley wasn't giving up on you. There had once been a time whenever you would have happily lined up to join Bayley's ranks, but you weren't that woman anymore. Now, you had found yourself and your love for wrestling once again. Bayley wasn't cleaning up the women's division, she was trying to lay waste to it. "She can have whatever she wants in Judgement Day, why would she want anything to do with you?"

"I don't know the answer to that question, but what I do know is that Rhea has never left me on my own when I needed her. So you can try whatever you want, but it won't work. Rhea may have Judgement Day, but she knows that we're still stronger together," you said confidently. Bayley gave a nod to Io and Dakota, who flanked around your sides to grab you. They kicked you onto your knees and Bayley lifted her leg up to stomp on your chest. Before she could make the hit, Rhea's music started playing and your partner sprinted out to the ring to save you.

Io and Dakota immediately let go of you to push Rhea away from Bayley. There had been some damage, but they all managed to get out of the way while Rhea checked on you. She was usually pretty good about not breaking character in the ring, but the Rhea you were looking at was not the one everybody had come to know. Rhea couldn't keep that up whenever she was around you. She used to make jokes about how you made her soft, but you knew that she didn't really mind that. You didn't want Rhea to be in "Mami mode" all the time anyway. You wanted these moments where she was being so soft and gentle that were reserved for you and you alone.

"I'm so sorry that it took me so long to come get you," Rhea apologized as she carried you to the back. You hadn't been hurt, aside from the kicks to the back of your knees to get you kneeling. That was nothing that you couldn't handle, so Rhea had no reason to apologize. It wasn't even really her job to come save you from peril, even if she thought it was.

"Rhea, it's fine. I bet that I could have taken a couple stomps from Bayley," you told her. Rhea got quiet, as if she wanted to agree with you, but didn't want you to go out there and be any reckless. You would provoke Bayley into a big fight, and Rhea knew that. She also knew that Bayley would probably be much more ruthless than the first couple of times you had fought each other earlier in your career. "She's not so big and tough, not really."

"I wouldn't say that," Rhea disagreed. You laughed as you hopped out of her arms. There had been a much stricter feeling backstage over the past couple of weeks, one that made you miss being on leave again. "Just know that I'm not going to let her hurt you, nobody is gonna hurt you ever again if I can help it."

"I know that. Nobody's ever had my back like you do. They've said that they do, but you back up your words," you told her. Rhea looked away with blushing cheeks. You grabbed onto her hand and gave it a quick squeeze. Rhea lifted your hand up into the air and kissed the back of it. You sighed as you looked at the black lipstick mark on your skin, pretending to be annoyed even though it really made your heart rush a little. You had to be grateful that Rhea hadn't left it on your cheek or neck, which she had done to you multiple times before.

[gretahayes]

for the ask game, timkonbart with 44 please?

44. “You’ve always felt like home.”

"I'm having a day," Bart says, phasing into being in Kon's bedroom.

Kon hums. He's sprawled on his bedroom floor in a position that doesn't look comfortable, but he either doesn't notice or doesn't care. Bart thinks he's maybe having a day too.

"Where's Rob?" Kon shrugs. "I want Rob." Bart frowns and disappears, then reappears with a confused Tim in his arms. "Hey Rob."

"Hi Bart," Tim says. He nods at Kon as Bart sets him down. "Hi, Kon. What's up?"

"I missed you," Bart says. He feels...unfocused. Unmoored, but not in the fun way that lets him time travel and hop through dimensions. In the way that makes him feel like he's fuzzy around the edges and if people stop looking at him, forget about him, he's gonna fade away forever and never be seen again. "I missed you," he repeats, because Tim can read between the lines.

Tim softens, catching the unsaid words in the way he always does. "Alright."

Bart feels a gentle, comforting weight, like a heavy blanket or strong hug, settle around him, and he feels more anchored. He shoots Kon a grateful look. "Thanks."

Kon wiggles his fingers in acknowledgement, and finally floats over to them. "Hi Rob."

"Hi Kon," Tim repeats. He looks between them, assessing, and Bart isn't sure what he sees but it must be really pitiful because he softens even more, in that worried way of his.

"Stop frowning," Kon says, and ironically, frowns. "We don't look that bad."

"You look like you'd benefit from a trip back home," Tim says. "Both of you."

"That's why I got you," Bart says. "You've always felt like home to me."

Tim pauses, and smiles in the awkward, hesitant way he does sometimes, when he doesn't know the right thing to say and figures not talking at all is probably the smartest choice. "Aww. Well. Thanks." Tim gets back to solving-problems-mode. "Bart, could you get us blankets and pillows for-"

A whoosh, and Bart's back with an his arms full of blankets and pillows. He assembles them into what he assumes Tim wants, a blanket fort-ish contraption on the floor. "What now?" He thinks he should know what now, but he feels slow and sluggish and has he mentioned he feels fuzzy? But not in the way he can't run, in the way his brain is slow, because he can run just fine. But if he can run, his brain should be fine too, because his speed's the reason his brain is the way it is-

Kon drops onto the blanket fort, and tugs the two of them with his TTK. Bart makes a surprised noise, but Tim looks like he'd been expecting it, and doesn't bother stopping himself from landing in a jumbled heap. Tim tugs and pushes and says something, and they rearrange limbs and torsos so nobody's being crushed, but the pressure is nice. Comforting. And they're intertwined enough that Bart doesn't have to worry about fading. They've got him.

He doesn't know how much time passes, but he feels less fuzzy by the time Kon moves for the first time. He twists a bit so he's face to face with Tim, and they stare at each other for a few seconds. Tim offers a smile.

Kon turns to look at Bart. He blinks, and Bart can't pinpoint what exactly it is, but something in his eyes looks clearer. More present. He smiles, and Bart smiles back. Kon turns to Tim, still smiling, and Tim laughs.

"You guys feeling better?" He asks, even though he already knows the answer to that.

Bart flops onto his stomach, ignoring now-verbal Kon's protests and planting a big fat kiss on Tim. He's aiming for just the general vicinity of Tm's face and is impressed with himself when he manages to land it on his cheek.

Tim laughs again, pushing his face away. "Germs, Bart, gross, did you even disinfect before sharing your extra-dimensional cooties—?"

(ask game)

[sneakyparsnipslicer]

The Disappearance of Bobby Krauser

[Another transformation story, I've been having a lot of ideas, so there could still be a lot more stories coming in the following days]

Today might have just been the worst day for Bobby, certainly the worst for a good while. The day had started like any working morning did. Alarm went off at 4am, went to his kitchen to make a coffee, sort out his backpack with food and tools he'd need for the 12 hour shift. He'd been in this routine for 2 and a half years, work was at a factory that made food products for some Belgium-based brand. 48 hours a week he worked per block, four days on, four days off. The pay was good too, even though he was still a temp worker after so long. He'd managed to finally move out of his mother's house at the age of 27 thanks to the money he was earning from the constant work. In many ways it had made his life better, but as a side effect it had made him into a bit of a workaholic.

Bobby had gone to work, same as usual, started working in his section of the factory at 6am, his job was to watch the conveyor belts and set the machines right if something went wrong and the alarms sounded, like a carton getting stuck on a diverter or a cardboard box not being taken off the pile correctly. It was easy since he'd learned all there was to know about the job. Only trouble was he'd tried applying for a full time job over the past year, three times.

During his first work break he sat in the canteen, he was approached by one of his co-workers Kyle. 'Morning Bobby, how are things?' Kyle asked. 'Hey Kyle, I'm good thanks, what's up?' Bobby asked, looking up from his phone. 'So I know you've been wanting that machine operator job for a while now' Kyle began. 'Only for about a year now mate' Bobby chuckled. 'Yeah, see I told a friend of mine about the job… and they've taken him on' said Kyle. Bobby's smile fell at the mention of this. He looked at Kyle. 'I'm really sorry Bobby' stammered Kyle. Bobby sighed and shook his head. 'That's fine I guess, I've only been passed over 3 fucking times now' said Bobby passive-aggressively, looking to his phone. 'Look man, my friend really needed a job and I mentioned it to him' said Kyle nervously. 'And that's fine, really. I'd probably have done the same. Well I can't really do anything about it now can I, this has to be fine' grumbled Bobby, not making eye contact with Kyle. Kyle looked down sheepishly. 'Anyway, I've gotta go. See you around' said Kyle hopefully. Bobby waved his hand and watched Kyle as he left. Bobby sat back in his chair and sighed. 'Fucking hell' he breathed, looking at the ceiling. He looked over at the clock and saw he was needed back in the factory in the next 5 minutes. He packed his stuff up, washed his hands and returned to the factory. The rest of the shift went as average as it could be, around 3pm his team leader, Luke entered the factory and asked Bobby to come with him to one of the meeting rooms. In the room was one of the ladies from the agency he worked for. Bobby and his team leader sat down.

'Right, Bobby. Long story short, we're letting you go' started Luke. Bobby's face sank. 'Why?' asked Bobby, sitting up in his chair. 'We've come to realise you're not happy here' said Luke. 'Luke, I've been here 2 and a half years, I've never been late, if I didn't like it here I'd have found work elsewhere long ago' said Bobby firmly. 'We've also had another applicant for the job you applied for and we've got a really good feeling about him' stated Luke matter-of-factly. 'So you're just going to throw 2 year's training down the toilet for some guy off the street?' asked Bobby, trying not to get over-infuriated. 'Bobby, we're grateful for all you've done for us, but we just don't need you anymore. You can leave straight away, we'll give you a week's pay' said Luke. Bobby looked to the agency lady and back to Luke. This was unbelievable. 'Well can I at least finish my shift today, we clock out in 3 hours and I'd hate to leave my team in the lurch' said Bobby. 'No Bobby, you can leave right now' said Luke firmly. Bobby got the hint, they really were kicking him out the door. 'Susan here will help you find other work, I'm sure you'll be fine at your mother's for now' said Luke. 'I moved out of my Mum's 2 years ago Luke, how do you not know this? You're leaving me in a flat with no secure job future' argued Bobby. 'Oh… well, you'll find something better' said Luke. Bobby rolled his eyes. 'Well, guess I'd better go get my things from the locker room then' said Bobby, getting out of his chair and leaving the room. On his way to signing out, he saw Kyle and decided to busy himself with the clocking machine. 'Bobby, I just heard, I'm really sorry' said Kyle. Bobby looked to Kyle, he really wanted to say what he thought of him, but shook his head. 'It's alright, I just hope your friend's as good as everyone's making him out to be' said Bobby. 'But it's just you have your flat and all' said Kyle. 'And the agency will find me other work, don't worry about me Kyle. That's my job now' said Bobby, and he proceeded to leave the factory building. On his way home he checked his phone, a few of the other factory workers had caught wind of what happened and had messaged him on Facebook. It cheered him up, being asked to keep in touch and them passing on their anger about how Bobby had been handled. But he put his phone away, he needed to do something about this predicament.

Arriving home his first thought was to fire up his computer and print off some CVs, then head into town and look for work. So he put the kettle on and got to work on doing that. He popped a handful in his backpack and headed into town. It was funny, his work life had just vanished, 4 hours ago he had a job, and now here he was keeping an eye out for shop windows that said 'Staff Wanted'. Maybe he could've just gone online and saved some trouble but he just needed some fresh air to clear his head. He stopped by a few shops and supermarkets, those that would accept CVs got one, but most places told him to apply online. It really was a sign of the times, back when he'd started his work career it felt a lot more normal to meet someone in person at a shop and hand them a CV. Approaching one alleyway, he came across a small building that used to be a café that he used to frequent before it shut down about a year ago. The windows were darkened and a sign above it read 'Enrique's Escapist Emporium'. Bobby reckoned this place can't have been open all that long, but there was a 'Staff Wanted' sign on the door and the sign said 'Open' so he shrugged his shoulders. Why not.

Walking inside, he heard a small bell ring as he opened the door. The room beyond was dimly lit, and he could faintly hear a radio playing near where the serving counter was. Squinting, Bobby could see someone sitting there and began to make his way over. The person sitting at the counter was caught up in a crossword, funnily they looked as if they belonged to a gym more than a dainty little shop. They put down their reading glasses and crossword and smiled at Bobby. 'Good afternoon, how can I help you?' they asked. 'Uh, hi. My name is Bob, and I'm looking for a job' said Bobby, smiling. The guy smiled and chuckled. 'Well if that's not the most Quentin Tarantino thing I've heard all day' the guy remarked. 'Have you got a CV on you, Bob?'. Bobby paused for a moment and then took off his backpack, rummaging through it and handing one to the man. Who took it and looked. 'Bobby Krauser' said the man, reading the top of the paper. 'Oh yeah, that's me' said Bobby. It was strange, this person seemed well-mannered and decent, but something was making him feel nervous. Maybe it was the lack of light in the room. 'Have a seat please, Bobby' said the man, gesturing to a small wooden chair. Bobby took a seat and waited in anticipation. 'Oh please, make yourself comfortable. I'll begin your interview shortly' said the man. Bobby took off his backpack and coat and tried to calm his nerves.

'Tell me about yourself then Bobby, you from around here?' the man asked. 'Oh yeah, I was born at the hospital on the other side of town' said Bobby. The man smiled and nodded. 'And you're… 28, 29 maybe?' he asked. 'Yeah, 29. Reaching the big 30 next year' said Bobby, chuckling. The man looked at him and smiled. 'So, you've been a cleaner, a kitchen assistant and a factory worker then?' asked the man. Bobby nodded. 'Oh I also worked at a game shop for a few months, so I did retail for a while' added Bobby. The man nodded and placed the paper down, putting his hands together and taking a good look at Bobby. 'So then Bobby, do you have any questions for me?' he asked. 'Uh, well is your name Enrique? It's just I know the shop sign says Enrique's Escapist Emporium' said Bobby, pointing to the front door. 'Yes that's correct' Enrique smiled. 'Ah, have you had this place long?' Bobby asked. 'We opened a couple of weeks ago, moved from up country but I rarely stay in one place' Enrique answered. 'I see. So what is it you do here exactly?' asked Bobby. 'Here we sell whatever the customer wants' said Enrique vaguely. Bobby looked on confused. 'That seems to be a broad range then' chuckled Bobby nervously. Enrique shook his head. 'Not at all. May I ask you a question, Bobby?' asked Enrique. Bobby thought for a moment. 'Sure, go ahead' said Bobby. 'What do you want?' Enrique asked calmly. 'Well I want a job if you've got one going' replied Bobby, shrugging his shoulders. Enrique chuckled softly. 'I like you Bobby, you're funny. I mean what do you really want, out of life?' he asked. Bobby thought for a moment. 'Take your time' said Enrique reassuringly. 'I… I want to be happy again' said Bobby, looking to the ground. This response made Enrique raise his eyebrows. 'How do you mean, Bobby?' asked Enrique.

'Well, I think in recent years I've become a bit cranky. My last job just let me go a few hours ago. I moved out of my Mum's after years of her telling me I needed to get a proper job, then I needed to get myself a place to live. I just wasted 2 and a half years as a temp worker at a factory, my friends that I have tell me I've become passive-aggressive. I've got a lot going on in life and… I just wish I could be happy, like I was back in school' Bobby lamented. Enrique looked at him sadly. 'Well from what I've seen Bobby, you're funny, friendly and kind-spirited' smiled Enrique. Bobby smiled. 'Thanks Enrique, but you've only just met me. I was here to make a good first impression' said Bobby. 'But you've been genuine. I can tell you've been through a lot, but you seem to bottle that away well' said Enrique observantly. 'So do I qualify to work here then' asked Bobby, trying to bring the conversation back around to the reason he came in. 'I suppose I could take you on, but I feel you're more in need of your happiness first' said Enrique, standing up. Bobby came to realise that Enrique was a pretty tall guy, easily 6'3, towering over his standing height at 5'2. Bobby had the chance to see he had a very muscular build, biceps and triceps galore, he wondered for a moment if Enrique had to turn sideways to get through the front door when he entered the shop. Enrique walked off to the back room, Bobby could hear him rummaging through the shelves. He wondered if he should get out of there, he began to feel nervous again. Their conversation had gone unexpectedly deep. What exactly did Enrique mean by 'giving him his happiness'.

Enrique returned with a small box. 'Sorry to have kept you waiting Bobby, it's still pretty cluttered back there' Enrique chuckled. He placed the box on the counter and sat back down. Bobby and Enrique looked at the box, then Bobby looked to Enrique who was looking at Bobby searchingly. 'Bobby, I'm going to give you a choice and I really want you to think hard about this' warned Enrique. Bobby nodded nervously. Enrique sighed and began. 'Think of this as Pandora's Box, Bobby. Your happiness lies within it, however it comes with a price' said Enrique. 'Oh, just let me get my wallet-' began Bobby jokingly, but Enrique shook his head. 'Bobby, for the short time I've known you, you strike me as a lovely, wonderful person. You are probably loved and cared for by so many people. Even if you don't see it yourself, there are those that genuinely care for you. You open this box and Bobby Krauser ceases to exist. You'll become someone new, you might be happier, but you won't be beloved Bobby anymore' said Enrique ominously. Bobby looked to the box, then back to Enrique. 'And what's the other choice Enrique' asked Bobby, sweating nervously. 'You remain Bobby and continue as Bobby. You may even work here and travel as Bobby. The choice is yours'

Bobby considered his options, a fresh start at life as someone else. He could leave his old life behind, leave everything and everyone he knew. He'd sometimes thought about how if he'd died, he'd love to know who would mourn him. But on the other hand, him actually vanishing would make that thought a reality and he thought of his family, his friends near and far. The alternative was to live as himself and just pray that life magically got better over time. Bobby looked at the box, looked to Enrique and placed his hand on the box. Enrique sighed sadly but nodded in acceptance. 'Very well then, you'd better open the box' said Enrique. Bobby curiously lifted the lid and peered inside. There was a single, dusty purple bottle with a cork in the top. He picked it up, there was no label on it. He looked back to Enrique. 'What is this Enrique?' Bobby asked. Enrique folded his arms and looked to it sadly. 'It's a gel, it'll help you become who you're going to be' said Enrique. He stood up and went to the front door, turning the sign to say 'Closed' and locked the door. 'You'd better come to the back room' Enrique said. Bobby stood up and followed Enrique.

Inside the backroom was a bizarre sight. There were shrines lining the walls with pictures of various nameless people, surrounded by candles and garments that presumably belonged to the framed people. 'People come here seeking escapism, Bobby. Much like yourself. They may not wish to be remembered, but I never forget them' said Enrique, looking around. 'So, when do I stop being me?' Bobby asked. 'That bottle. Remove your clothes and rub it's contents all over your body' said Enrique. Bobby shrugged and did as he was told, removing his shoes, socks, trousers and t-shirt. He opened the bottle and began to rub it's contents all over him. Soon he was all lubed up and glistening in the candle light. He turned to Enrique who had also removed his clothes and gelled himself up. They both looked at each other for a moment. 'Such a beautiful soul. Farewell Bobby Krauser' said Enrique. Bobby looked at him confused. The next thing Bobby knew, Enrique's big, slimy hands grabbed his jaw and prised his mouth open. He moved his right hand into Bobby's mouth and pushed down, to Bobby's surprise, his neck began to expand as Enrique's fist and forearm slid down into his chest. Bobby's knees buckled and he was kneeling on the floor before the giant man. Bobby looked into Enrique's eyes as he placed his left arm into the gaping void that was now Bobby's mouth. The sound of stretching elastic filled the room as Enrique raised a foot and lowered it into Bobby's mouth. The foot and leg snaked down, to fill out Bobby's skinnier leg, making it bloat out three times it's previous size. Bobby was amazed, this was a crazy way to go out. But if he was going to become Enrique, he just knew he was going to love it. Enrique lifted his second leg into Bobby's mouth and moved him around to align with his own body. By now Bobby's feet and legs were darkening, expanding and squeaking, becoming massive. Bobby already had Size 11 feet, but with Enrique invading them, they shot to a ridiculous 18. His legs thickened like tree trunks and Enrique began to pull Bobby's body upwards. As Enrique continued to slide into Bobby's body, everything just got bigger. Bobby's relatively flat ass become like two big watermelons and his already six inch dick became an absolute monster of a serpent with two basketballs hanging below it. His belly compressed against Enrique's impressive washboard abs and his arms became enormous. By now Enrique was nearly entirely inside Bobby, all that was left was to match up the chin and lift his head over his, completing the transformation. Enrique stood in the middle of the room, huffing and panting, an absolute hulk of a man. Skin still bubbling and contorting, Enrique grabbed his dick and began jacking it hard. Picturing Bobby's kind face in his mind, he roared the most animalistic roar as he shot a huge load worthy of several giants. The cum pooled on the floor and began to shape as a new form emerged. A new man was birthed from the warm sludge, he stirred and gasped as he took his first breaths. Enrique stood against the wall panting and sweating as the new man began to explore his tanned body. He was a bit more built than Bobby had been, dare he say even more handsome. The man's eyes were bright with new excitement and amazement. He looked at Enrique, who was starting to look more like how he did before he slipped into Bobby and gave him a hug.

'Enrique, thank you, thank you so much' he cried. Enrique smiled. 'Here is your happiness, as promised' Enrique said. The man smiled at Enrique. 'I think from this day forward I'll go by Gabriel. Always liked that name' said Gabriel. 'Well Gabriel, the world's yours now. Be who you want to be. Go start your new life' said Enrique. He found some clothes out for Gabriel and put back on his own clothes. They both left the backroom and Enrique unlocked the shop door for him. Gabriel felt the wind on his new face and sighed with contentment. He sauntered off and Enrique returned to his shop. He looked to the counter and saw Bobby's backpack and coat. He sighed and picked them up, looking towards the back room. They were mementos now, belonging to a man that no longer existed.

-

A few months have passed since the strange disappearence of Mr. Bobby Krauser. Many have suspected suicide, but no body can be found. Those that remember him hope that he may one day return and remember the best of times they can recall with him. Police managed to find his phone inside an old and long-abandoned café shop that closed a year ago, why it was there is a mystery, though no other leads can be found in this investigation. It has been discovered that Mr. Krauser's bank account had been emptied around 7pm the day he lost his job at a cashpoint within his hometown. It is unknown where Mr. Krauser went following his unjustified suspension from his previous job, but if he's out there still, we hope he has found peace. -DCI G. K. Ralser

[anexperimentallife]

Help a Filipino family with a newborn to avoid homelessness

EDIT: PLEASE SEE UPDATED POST!

Some of you remember Jhane (aka @geniussheepworld), who moved in a while back to help Zoey (aka @thesurestthing) take care of the baby and me when I was hooked up to an oxygen machine. (I'm posting this to my blog instead of her posting it to hers because she's fairly new to Tumblr, and we didn't want her to get mistaken for part of the bot/scammer infestation.)

Jhane's family needs help to keep their house!

Jhane's father works as a taxi driver, earning less than 10,000 pesos (about 200 USD) per month. But even so, twenty years ago, the Tolentinos managed to build a house on land that the title-holder promised they could occupy forever, as long as they took care of the land--which they've done.

That title-holder passed away, though, and his heir is demanding they pay him 19,000 pesos (about 380 USD) immediately, and 19,000 more every six month, or he will throw them out of the house they built. (They've already been through the courts trying to fight it; the previous owner hadn't taken steps to ensure his heir would honor his promise.)

The Tolentinos have a newborn baby, a five-year-old, a fourteen-year-old, and a sixteen-year-old living at home. As I said, Jhane is living with us now, but we can't afford (and don't have room) to take in the entire family.

380 USD now and 380 more in six months might not sound like much to a lot of Westerners, but 380 dollars is two month's salary for the Tolentinos. 380 now would buy them time for six more months, and double that (about 760 USD) would give them a year to find another source of income.

As I said, Jhane has already moved back in with us, which will hopefully make things easier financially for the rest of the family. We'd like to do more to help, but we're still swimming in debt from the whole drama with our daughter's paperwork snafu and all our medical bills from the past couple of years. (We appreciate everyone's help with that, too!) And while we can eventually pay that off, we don't have any extra money right now to give Jhane's family.

So if you can help them, please do. Jhane's link is below. And thank you.

Paypal Donation Link

And here's a picture of a grateful Jhane:

[new-ninjago]

IF YOU LOST YOUR POWERS [ COLE, KAI + JAY ]

cole brookstone

he tries his best to make you feel better, even though he’ll likely be hard on himself about the whole thing.

"don't worry [name], we'll definitely get your powers back."

literally comes at your beck and call afterwards all the time.

also continues to spar with you, he's always one of the first to step up ( though you have to tell him to stop going easy on you ).

he's super bent on finding the guy who stole them; pixal has to tell him to be patient because she's diligently searching for any trace of the villain.

but when the said droid does confirms eyes on him ー everyone's ready for action.

cole and you literally almost argue because he refused for you to come </3 you still went though

nontheless, the villain was made quick work of and you tried to activate your powers ..

they worked!

you pecked cole on the cheek after the mission, grateful for his support.

"thanks for believing in me cole :)"

he's totally blushing and stuck in place; holding his cheek.

you mightve broke him tbh

kai smith

he's angry that he was right in front of you and watched it happened.

he's angry that the guy got away.

but most of all, he's angry at himself because it should've been him, and now you were going to be powerless, for who knows how long.

you can see the guilt in his eyes, so you console him. or rather, you say:

"it wasn't your fault, kai. don't blame yourself for a villains actions."

and with that, he tries his best to do so.

gets upset at anyone who asks if you're still a ninja even with your lack of power. ( "of course they're still a ninja, they've protected ninjago countless times!" )

and when they finally run into the said bad guy again?

he's so happy to write his wrong ong

but even whilst being powerless, you managed to deal the final hit!

thankfully, defeating them seemed to return your powers. but overwhelmed with giddiness, you're quick to hug kai.

he squeezes back, exclaiming the great news like an excited toddler.

plus a free kai hug™? so lucky oml

jay walker

jay's afraid that he'll say something completely stupid or insensitive, so he's simply quiet when it first happened.

but he's there for you, ready for you to lean on him whenever you please.

he even offers you to go on patrol with him sometimes ー perhaps trying to prove nothings different, that you're still a part of the team.

"we've all lost our powers at some point; i'm sure you'll get yours back, too."

jay doesn't use his powers as frequently around you unless necessary. poor guy is doing it without being aware :(

you're both in the middle of playing video games when the villain decides to strike.

jay ends up fumbling with his remote; taken off guard by the alarms going off in the monastery.

"i'm going" "absolutely notー" ( the others have to tell you to hurry up otherwise they'd escape )

needless to say, you were victorious and the blue ninja simply decided he'd have to protect you if anything happened.

the last hit came down to you while everyone was trying to fend for themselves due to the enemy activating your powers for themself.

you straight up uppercutted them and everyone was in shoCK.

jay whooped and babbled about how cool you were during the said moment

"oh my first spinjitzu master. [name], you should've seen yourselfー!!"

in that moment of excitement, he hugs you super tight ( "did it work? did it work?" "do you have them back?" )

and when you activate them with a grin, he nearly cries

[harrysmimi]

Penguin Walk

Synopsis: One where Harry's got two more girls obsessing over him. Plot twist is: he loves it!

More of my work

Harry had just gotten home from tour.

Two months away from his girls was dreading for him. Little Tara and Roza came into his and his girlfriend's life unexpectedly but has he been obsessed with his girls. They were both just a week after his birthday.

He had to postpone his tour for a year announcing the actual reason behind him wanting to take a break, to be there for his family. His fans were very respective of his decision and it felt even more rewarding to go perform again.

Though he never thought he'd say it but he was very grateful to off tour not to just write new music but to be there with his family. He'd already missed his babies taking their first steps but YN made sure to take videos for him. They take that from their mother, who according to grandma  started walking when she was their age. Harry was a late bloomer as a baby. The twins are about eleven months old now.

Today as he walked through the door with all his luggage, all tired and run down, he was met by two girls making their way to him doing their penguin walk he's been obsessed with. Each of them clung to his legs squealing and giggling.

"Papa! Papa!" They both chanted raising their chubby arms up so he can pick them up. He'd managed to pick up both of them in his arms and give them a big cuddle.

"Papa missed you two so much!" He gave each of them kisses.

Both the girls were identical but Tara wasn't a big fan of him but her mum's, she still loves him. Not as much as her mum though. Little Roza never likes to leave him alone.

They've grown so much since he's last seen them two months ago. They're chunkier (even though they both were the smallest and most delicate creatures when they were just born), their hair is longer and fuller and a little darker blonde. Their cheeks has red pillow marks from probably just taking a greatest afternoon nap, their faces puffy from good sleep.

"Where is Mumma?" He asked and Tara pointed to the kitchen. "Hello my darling!"

"Hi!" YN exclaimed seeing him.

Harry placed the twins down carefully on the floor to greet the mother of his children with a hug. "I missed you as well!"

"Oh how lucky I am!" She sighed hugging him back, "I missed you."

"I know, I'm never leaving any of you alone." He squeezed her tightly, "what are you making?"

"Your favourite." She pulled her head away from his chest to look at the food cooking up on the stove.

YN had just gotten off work before she started on dinner. She works from home so it was easier on her to look after the girls as well. They never troubled her, usually they're playing in harmony. Until someone wants the same toy the other one is playing with and end up in hair pulling fights and cries and screams. But mostly they were good for her.

"Thank you so much, baby." He placed a long awaited kiss on her mouth. "Were the girls nice to you?"

"Mhmm. Coco here was a big pain in the bum." YN looked at the cat roaming around like she owns the place. She shot her mother a judging look.

Harry just chuckled, "I'll go take a quick shower and come down to help you, yeah?" He suggested pressing a kiss to back on YN's head.

"Mhmm." YN nodded.

Well, least to say Harry got distracted after his shower having a good play time with his little girls. One moment they were having play time at the play area, the girls making him pretend food in their little kitchen set and the other moment they were chasing each other.

"I'm gonna get you!" He cooed walking behind Tara and Roza doing thier little penguin run, until Roza fell straight on her bum and started laughing her heart out.

"Gotcha!" He exclaimed getting on his knees to attack Roza with gentle tickles. "Oh, no!" He pretend screamed watching Tara come to her twin's rescue, giving him sloppy wet kisses all over his face.

Now Harry was being attacked by two babies and also a cat lying on the floor. All his tiredness seem to disappear.

"Help! No!" He squealed. "YN help!"

"Don't drag me into it." YN laughed filming her husband, on the carpet.

The girls gasped when their dad picked them up and plopped them on the sofa with a tickle attack. The calmness was long gone as the house was filled with giggles and squeals and screams. He finally stopped, so they can breathe watching them belly laugh.

Harry was very happy to be back with his girls. Just in time for the holidays.

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[throttlegainwell]

Finally cracked open some of the older pdwm WIPs, and one of them predates the later stories by quite a bit, so I'm now wondering if it feels out of continuity with what I've established.

Spoilers below.

Warning for implied sexual assault.

So the Argyle one (out of breath but not alone) has been partially-written for, like, a long time. Almost since when there's fire on the ground.

In this installment, Argyle and Jonathan are getting high together. They've been friends for a bit and they clearly vibe really hard. There's a TV playing, and Jonathan--who by this point has thought he's recognized Linda a couple of times but was mistaken, like in our future foe scenarios--actually does finally see her. Because she wasn't lying about her modeling career, and she briefly has a very underwhelming career as, like, a Z-list actress in California (and also a slightly more successful porn career, though not much more successful). So by this point, she's managed to land, like, the tiniest, most nothing bit part on some show that happens to be playing while Jonathan and Argyle are toking up. And he recognizes her.

And he's high, so the effect is a bit blunted and he's got his guard down and less of a filter, so in sort of a neutral, non-dramatic way, he's just like, hey, I know her. She took my virginity. She didn't ask. And he doesn't use the word we know he still can't say at this point in his life, but the way he says it makes it pretty clear how he feels about what happened, and Argyle very much realizes that Jonathan is pretty fucked up about it. He actually talks somewhat frankly about it, sharing some details (more of the aftermath with Lonnie than anything about what Linda did).

It comes up, a little, when Argyle visits him during memorized your smile lines. Jonathan is like "my mom thinks I should see someone about what happened" and he's also just grateful for how kind Argyle was about what he'd said. (It's not important that you know this, but this conversation is had while they're cuddling, stoned, in Jonathan's bed.)

But like... what this means is that he has, technically, talked to someone about what happened. And I like that. I like that someone knows. I feel bad about this kid suffering alone under the weight of this terrible secret for so long. (I mean, it takes him until he's thirty to tell Nancy about it. Like, he's clearly trying to talk about it, in think i'm crossing wires, but he's not there yet.) So that's why I wanted to have this moment. I wanted someone to know. I wanted to give him that release valve, even though it doesn't really go anywhere. Argyle is kind about it, nothing changes between them, Jonathan doesn't talk about it again to him or anyone else until Joyce corners him in Iconoclast and then basically not again Nancy until asks years later, and that's that.

But I am wondering if this feels in line with everything I've set up, since then. Like, Iconoclast and release what's broken underneath really make it seem like he's basically never told anyone about this before. I think it still makes sense for him to have kind of broached the subject with Argyle, because he trusts him so deeply and bares his soul to this guy and Argyle is such a good listener and such a compassionate person, and they're pretty stoned. But like. I dunno. I guess I'm also wondering if it's just repeating myself? Iconoclast originally went pretty differently; Jonathan didn't originally reveal quite so much to Joyce as he ended up sharing.

[karrenseely]

A Letter to my bio mother.

A few years ago my mother wrote me out of the blue, after having not spoken to me for 20 years. She ignored me when I finally managed to graduate college despite all she'd done to me, she (and the rest of the family) ignored me at my father's funeral, she ignored me when I graduated from medical school. That first year after she and dad disowned me I wrote to them about once a month. I never got a response. That Christmas I stopped by our house and dropped off Christmas presents for everyone (Mom, Dad, Sister). Mom wouldn't even look at me and retreated into the house. Dad basically told me to go away, I didn't belong there anymore. It hurt, a lot. Then a few weeks went by, and I got a box in the mail, I was excited because the return address was my old home, I thought maybe, they've finally accepted me and come to their senses. I opened the box and was immediately crushed, they had sent back all the gifts I'd worked so hard to find for them, unopened, still in there wrapping paper. So needless to say, I was very surprised to see she had messaged me on FB, and that old hope resurfaced once again. I opened the message and was crushed... once again. She had sent me a message to yell at me. This is the letter I would have liked to send back. Instead, I blocked her because it hurt so much, even now I second guess that decision because a part of me still wishes she could have loved the daughter she had.

The message I am responding to: "I just saw your go fund me page. Our hope in "cutting you off" was to leave enough time and space for you to grow up and really think about the huge step you were wanting to take. It didn't help that YOU told us it was our fault and then demanded that we pay all your medical expenses to have the surgery. You are as much to blame for the family separation as your Dad and I are. I will accept my part of that blame. I knew when we did it that we might never see you again but it was a risk both of us were willing to take because we were hoping you would not choose to take such a difficult path through life. It was a gamble and we lost, but so did you. You have a wonderful, intelligent, funny, sweet, smart family members you have never even met. Erin's kids, Paul and Kayla. Your loss, believe me. They are great great kids and that is not a comment just from their grandmother. We hear it all the time from other adults that get to know them. When you left I lost my only son, then I lost him again when you had the operation. Not having children you can not begin to comprehend the depth of that pain. Losing a parent doesn't even come close. God gave me a second chance to have a son in my stepson, Karl, and now that has been snatched away from me as well because he committed suicide in April. Do not underestimate the amount of pain and loss your family has gone through because of your choices. Your Dad, Mother, Grandma Seely, Grandpa Seely, and all your aunts and uncles grieved for you and the person we all knew and loved named [Deadname]. Fortunately, your Grandfathers never knew what you were doing as it would have destroyed both of them. Life changes ALWAYS leave huge ripples in the pond. I wish you well in your chosen life but don't place all the blame on the family YOU chose to leave behind."

Dear Mom,

I do not understand you. I am your daughter. I have always been your daughter. On some level I'm sure you've always known this. I'm sure as a toddler I said I was a girl. I remember doing lots of things that were not typical for a little boy, but certainly were for a little girl. So I'm sure you knew, though you denied it. You denied me.

I will always be grateful to you for letting me play dolls and barbie with my sister, for letting me get a doll instead of a transformer, for teaching me how to cross stitch, knit, and encouraging me to read. For teaching me how to do household chores and how to cook. For making sure I took my medicine and staying up with me at night when my asthma was bad, for sending me to camp Not-A-Wheeze, for not letting me die on those horrid nights when I couldn't breathe. For saving my ankle and my ability to walk. For going to bat for me when that teacher really didn't like me because I had such a hard time acting like a boy.

But this is also why you hurt me so deeply. Because I mistook you loving the son you thought you had, that you wanted, for loving me. I was hurting so much. By the time I came to you, I was desperate. I was already self harming, though you never knew. I had already gone through the process of accepting I was trans, not that I liked it, but it was the only way I knew of to find any relief from the torment of not being allowed to be me. I was dying. I was already fighting the shame I'd been taught. I'd already learned it was bad to be a girl, and that it was doubly bad to be girl that everyone insisted was a boy. I had desperately tried to hide it, I was terrified of being friends with girls, because I thought if I was, someone would learn my horrible shameful secret. I had been dealing with these feelings for years before I came out to you. And I knew, if I didn't get help, I wasn't going to survive. So I came to you. But you denied my feelings and called it a phase... except this phase had lasted for years, when I look back, it lasted as long as I could remember, though I didn't understand that at the time.

I was so lost and confused, my parents didn't believe me. I didn't know what to do, so I tried to last a little bit longer. I think I came out to you again. This time you denied I was your daughter again. Things were bad, really really bad. By that time, puberty had already started and was destroying what little comfort I could find in my body, worse, to my horror, my voice started to drop. I knew there was treatment to stop this from happening, and I so desperately needed it. But everytime I asked for help I was denied. Worse, anytime I couldn't hide the fact that I was your daughter you yelled at me, shamed me, made me believe I was freak, a pervert, a monster. I felt so helpless, so hopeless, and so very very alone. I broke. I know I stopped growing mentally at that point. I dissociated so much, that what memories I have are fragmented, and I got stuck at age 15/16 for years. I couldn't cope with the world anymore. Somewhere in there you sent me to a counselor. I didn't know you were hoping he would erase me. And he hurt me, he hurt me so much. I thank the gods and the universe that you didn't force me to continue seeing him, and instead sent me to the only female psychologist in that office... but it was in that office, it was impossible to fully trust her, I never was able to talk about how I was really feeling, because I never felt safe in that office.

I stopped feeling safe at home too, after I came out to you. My parents who were supposed to love, accept, and support me, instead turned on me. Demanded I explain why I existed, why I knew I was a girl. Adult's can't even explain this, and you demanded this of me, a child. And no matter what explanation I managed to draw up, it was never enough for you. Instead you twisted it, and used it to dismantle any self worth I had, any sense of safety I had with you. For some reason, looking back I have no idea why, I trusted you right up to the day you disowned me. I thought I deserved everything you did to me. I thought that if you didn't love me, then no one could. I never even tried talking to my only two real friends I had after you disowned, as I was convinced they would hate me too if I came out to them. Thankfully, I was wrong about that.

Sometime later, I began to learn that what you did to me was wrong, I began to understand it was abuse, but it didn't really sink in, until I was at a queer youth retreat and one of the sessions was about the power and control wheel. It was then that I really saw what you had done to me, that what you were doing to me was abuse. You gaslit me from the day I was born, and everytime I tried to tell you otherwise, you told me I was crazy, I was shameful, I was broken, I sick, I was wrong, I was sin incarnate. You did everything you could to try to control and erase me short of outright murder. Worse, you actually told me you wanted me dead. What kind of mother tells her daughter she wants her daughter dead?

At some point, my maternal grandmother got a hold of me. I think it was a letter via snail mail. I learned that she still wanted to have a relationship with me. She didn't understand, and she constantly misgendered me and dead-named me, but she at least talked to me and welcomed me into her home. Then a few years later after she moved into assisted living for awhile, she disappeared. There was no forwarding address, I had no way to contact her, you stole her away from me. By that time she didn't have the cognitive faculty to get a hold of me on her own. I never saw her again. You took away the only living relative that still wanted a relationship with me... Then years later, you dangled her contact information in front of me, like I had done something wrong by not talking to her all that time. And you told me she was dying. But by that time I had already grieved for her, I couldn't go through that heart break again, and she was so far into her dementia that she wouldn't remember me anyway... why reopen those old wounds. Today I understand that was my CPTSD (from you, my peers, and society's abuse) telling me to avoid anything that would hurt.

Then, seven years ago... gods has it been seven years? It still hurts so much. Seven years ago, you apparently found out about my project to try and create a halfway house for homeless LGBT+ kids. You decided to write me the last message I ever got from you. You blamed me for what you did. That somehow it was my fault that you disowned me. You know, that day that you cut me out of your life, out of our entire family, you showed me your love was conditional. I remember you telling me that you'd take me back if I only would continue to pretend to be a boy for you, but you would be monitoring me to make sure I wasn't letting the real me out. You shattered the love and trust I had in you.

Even if I figured out somehow that I was wrong and I was a boy, how could I go back to you? To parents who never really loved me enough to let me figure everything out, to parents whose love was so conditional. And yet you say you did it for me. That is a lie. You did it for yourselves in a last ditch effort to try and continue to control me to be your imaginary son. You didn't do this to help me understand "what a huge step [I} was wanting to take." I was already well aware, I had spent years figuring that shit out even before the first time I came to you looking for help. I knew what I was in for, I'd had flashes of it for years in the abuse I suffered from my peers when they saw the girl I was trying to hide. I knew it from all the research I had done, from the fellow trans people I knew online by that time.

I didn't choose to be disowned. You chose to not love me, accept me, or support me. You chose to disown me. I didn't have any say in the matter. And yes, how you chose to respond to my distress, my suffering IS your fault. Shaming me for being your daughter when you wanted your imaginary son. Shaming me for being a girl, for teaching me that I was something that needed to be hidden, something horrible, something icky, for forbidding me from talking to my sister about it, the only other person I had ever considered talking to about it after coming out to you, why? The only conclusion I could reach at that age is that I was so sick, so horrible, I would somehow corrupt her too. So I obeyed you and no, I never told her. She learned some of it on her own, but because I wasn't allowed to talk to her about it, she considered me a pervert. I never discussed any of it with her... not until after you disowned me.

So yes it is your fault. I WAS A CHILD! Worse, I was your child! Of Course I thought you would help me! It's why I came to you in the first place, it's why I kept coming to you. Because I WAS YOUR CHILD! I was your daughter and I was suffering so much. The only two paths I could see, that I could ever see was death or finally getting to be me, in a body that didn't constantly hurt me so much. But you denied me all of that. You denied me. You chose to do all of that to me. For what? For an imaginary son that never existed? You broke me. Of Course I blame you for that. I blame you for all the emotional abuse, neglect, and medical neglect you did to me. You were my mother, you were supposed to love ME, not some imaginary person you wanted instead, but ME. It is beyond twisted to me that you think I am as much to blame for what you chose to do to me. I didn't have a say in the matter. I had two options: live and be myself (while apparently losing everyone I ever loved) or dying. I chose to live. I refused to die for you. You haven't accepted any blame at all. You never did. All you do is try to gaslight me into believing that my being your daughter is somehow my fault. I didn't get the choice. You decided to create me. You decided to give birth to me. You decided to accept the responsibility of raising me. And then when I refused to be what you wanted... you threw me away like garbage. The only reason you never saw me again is because you never accepted that you had a daughter instead of a son. You never loved me. You wanted me dead and told me so yourself. With everything I went through growing up, it's a miracle I survived. To this day, I don't know how I did. Not with how much you tried to destroy me. You gambled with my life, hoping I would choose to continue to pretend to be your son, that I would continue to endure the constant torture of not being me. I would not have survived that. I barely survived at all.

Thank you for reminding me how much you took away from me. You took away my parents, my sister, my extended family. You took away everyone I ever loved. Thank you for reminding me that I have never been allowed to meet my niece and nephew, who by now are adults living their own lives. I pray to this day that neither of them were LGBT+, given the family they grew up in... it would have been a nightmare for them. I still grieve that they never tried to get in touch with me, that my sister never allowed me to be part of their lives.

You said when you disowned me you "lost [your] only son." But that's the whole problem. You never had a son. And you refuse to see this. To this day, you deny my existence, and blame me for it. And you assume I don't have kids. I have 3 wonderful kids who are becoming adults as we speak, or are approaching adulthood far to rapidly for my liking. They are amazing. And unlike my niece, nephew, and step brother, you chose to never have them be a part of your life. I am so proud of them. So please don't presume to know how I would understand the pain if I were to lose them. And please don't presume to think that the pain of losing a child is the same as losing everyone you ever loved, of knowing your parents hate you, of knowing your mom wanted you dead. The pain of knowing this when I was still just a child. These are two entirely different traumas. Please don't equate them. And please don't presume that it wasn't you who chose to throw your child away like she was garbage.

When father died, you ignored me, you tried to keep me away from his funeral. If my sister hadn't called me, I would never have known. And then at the funeral you never acknowledged my presence, no one from our family did. Instead you had your church lackeys try to push me out the door while I sat in that chair weeping, grieving. Did you know, that it was then that I finally understood you were not ever going to love me, accept me, or ever be a positive part of my life.

My grandfathers never knew the real me, because you made me believe telling them would kill them. I remember I tried reaching out to one of my uncles once, but it was such a hard conversation, and it only felt like they wanted to get off the phone. They never called me back or tried to reach out to me. No one except my maternal grandmother ever reached out to me in any positive way. So please don't tell me they all grieved for me, they chose to never talk to me again. They chose to cut me out of their lives as much as you did. I have very little sympathy for them, given when you disowned me I was homeless. I couch surfed throughout that summer. I really needed their help, since you refused to help me. Had it not been for some amazing friends letting me stay with them, and helping me get back on my feet, I would have ended up on the streets, like so many homeless LGBT+ kids. They chose to do that to me, just as you did. So no, I won't cry any tears for them choosing to throw me away too.

You mentioned that I had a step brother, whom I was never able to meet. You seemed to think you could replace me with him. I feel so bad for him, that you would put that burden on him. And then before I even knew I had a step-brother, he took his own life. I wonder every day if it was because he was LGBT+ and the abuse he suffered killed him. I wonder all the time if you abused him like you abused me. I wonder, what if he had been able to talk to me, get support from me, if he'd still be here. It hurts to know he died by suicide, because I wonder if it was for the same reason I almost died. I will always wonder...

You wrote this letter hoping to hurt me I think. You succeeded. You hurt me again. I had managed to live my life, find a family for myself. A family that actually loves me for me. Whom I can share all the joys and sorrows of life with. Whom got to see the joy I experienced when I finally got to be myself. When I didn't have to hide anymore. Who got to see me graduate college, who got to see me go to medical school, who saw me graduate and flourish. With three wonderful children that I helped to raise, and 6 others that are like nieces and nephews to me. But out of the blue, you wrote to me, to try to hurt me again. For what? Because I wanted to help other LGBT+ kids who went through what I went through? How petty is that? And yet despite everything I had accomplished, everyone I loved currently. You still managed to find me and hurt me again.

The day I got that message from you, was the day I was finally able to make a choice about our relationship. I'd never been able to before. It was the day blocked you from contacting me on FB ever again. Please don't try to contact me again. You made your choice, and it is apparent to me that you will never acknowledge what you did to me. How much you hurt me. How 27 years later I'm still in therapy over what you did to me. I've long since lost hope that you'll ever tell me you love ME and that you're sorry.

Sincerely, your daughter, always,

Karren

[kate-m-art]

Gosh it's late, I shouldn't be up and might change my mind in the morning but brain just won't let it go tonight sjdjfk

I just,, I've been going back and forth about sharing these cause on the one hand I'm very emotional about them right now and happy with how the sketches turned out but on the other ajsjfk I'm Very Emotional About Them right now and harder to put stuff out I'm attached to and feel a little self conscious sharing anything heavy but sjdjkf for now I guess

Putting below the cut because,, well, dealing with grief (and also partial nudity I guess)

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First set I was just rambling about it to Arin a lot but I don't know, haircuts have been getting me emotional this week. Theres a few scenarios in our different stories w emotional or significant haircuts, but Maggie's has been on my mind a lot.

Any pics I've shared with modern au Link and Maggie's family you'd see 5 kids, but they actually had 6. Their second oldest son Aster's twin (think we decided her name was Autumn, before Autumn Link was ever a thing) passed away at only a few days old. The loss was awful for both of them, even harder to navigate while still having a toddler and newborn to take care of. Maggie especially struggled with her body still trying to recover from twins. She'd usually be the one between them both to be able to stay hopeful but,, I kinda think she already had a tendency towards PPD and following months really were some of the darkest moments of the lady's life. Grateful that Link was right there for her the whole time.

And yeah, at the point she's just trying to survive, her princess-length hair isn't manageable anymore. Link's been something of a hobby stylist since his teen years, so he helps her with it. Hurts him too though, not because she isn't beautiful in his eyes, he just knows how much it used to mean to her. For as long as they've known eachother, she wouldn't let him dye or cut it and always took extra special care to keep it healthy and pretty.

It took a long time, and the pain never goes away but the two did manage to find peace eventually and keep going (bigger age gap between Aster and Ivy than any of the other kids though.)

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And I guess haircuts got me thinking about visible changes and lots of feelings about these two aging together. Link doesn't always look like a rockstar, chronic illness leaves him pretty weak and frail at times. And then Maggie, I mean the lady had 6 kids, she doesn't keep the same petite pixie figure she had when they met- softer, stretchmarks and scars but- I mean just get really emotional I guess about how none of it is a turnoff for either of them. Just love each other even more deeply as time goes on. Knowing the story and sacrifice their partner's gone through for every "blemish" just makes them find each other even more beautiful then when they met