#Mother-Son Relationship

[sillysistersusi]

Not the Son You Remember, but the Man the World made Me

My fanfic for the @feanorianweek day 1: Maedhros

A/N: I am so sorry that this is late, but I couldn't manage to finish it sooner.

Enjoy!

Characters: Maedhros, Nerdanel & Celebrimbor

"You have changed the most." His Ammë's voice still rang in Maitimo's ears.

She hadn't meant any harm, he knew that, but it still affected him. Because he knew that Nerdanel's greatest wish had been for everything to be good again. That everything would go back to the way it used to be. And even if his brothers had changed a little, they didn't seem to have changed as much as Maitimo did.

He no longer had any scars from his torture, the only injury that remained was his missing hand and that was only because it always reminded him that he was no longer there, but there were still scars. But the kind of scars you couldn't see. The kind that was invisible eceryone and yet noticed by anyone who knew you.

Maitimo knew that he smiled less than he did back then, that he no longer radiated the same lightness and kindness as he did back then.

He was not the son his mother remembered, and that was painful.

Sometimes he felt strange, as if he was seeing the world through someone else's eyes and wasn't really there.

"Uncle Maitimo?"

Tyelpë.

Maitimo had completely forgotten his presence. Telperinquar came around once a week, usually Maitimo tried to help him deal with difficult thoughts related to the torture by Sauron, but today neither of them had felt like talking, so Maitimo had made tea while Tyelpë told him about his trip to the forest with Tyelkormo and Írissë last week.

"You are not well." Tyelpë said and put down his teacup to gently reach for Maitimo's hand. "Normally- normally we talk about my feelings, but maybe this time we should talk about yours?"

Maitimo sighed. "I am fine, Tyelpë. No need to worry."

But Telperinquar was not convinced. After all, he had inherited Curufin's acumen.

"Please, Uncle Maitimo, I would like to help you, but I so not know how. You helped me so much and I would like to give you something in return."

Maitimo sighed. He would have preferred to continue saying that he didn't need any help, but he could understand Tyelpë all too well. After Findékano had rescued him, he had felt the same way. He knew how overwhelming the feeling of wanting to give back help could be. On the other hand, Maitimo now knew how Findékano had felt back then and he could understand now why Findékano had been so reluctant to let Maitimo give him something back. It wasn't Tyelpë's Faust that he needed help to deal with these memories.

"Tyelpë, how is your relationship with Curufinwë?"

"Uncle Maitimo, do not change the subject- "

"I am not, trust me." he said a little more quietly than usual, which made Telperinquar falter.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Atya and I are- well. Not like we used to be, but of course we have changed a lot. But we are still a family, so everything's normal between us I guess. Why?"

Maitimo took his hand out of Tyelpë's to rub his forehead. "I think- Well- I am not who I was, you know?"

"Certainly not, how could you?" Then Tyelpë paused and scrutinised his uncle insistently, furrowing his brow and sticking the tip of his tongue between his lips in contemplation, looking incredibly like Curufin. This almost elicited a smile from Maitimo. "Did someone say that to you? You know our family would do anything for you."

"It is not, ah, Telperinquar," he sighed. "Ammë said I have changed the most."

"Is that really so bad." Tyelpë looked down at his hands and out of the corner of his eye Maitimo could see tears in his eyes. "I mean yes, we were hurt, but in the end you have to grow from things like this, do you not? We cannot let that bring us down."

Maitimo looked at his nephew now. He was really incredibly proud of all the progress he had made.

At first, Tyelpë had barely managed to look him in the eye, let alone utter a sentence that wasn't so stuttered that Maitimo had difficulty understanding its content when they talked about sensitive topics.

But he also had to realise that Telperinquar was right in some way. He shouldn't be ashamed of what had happened to him at the hands of others and should concentrate on healing and being happy again.

"Atya felt the same way, you know?" Tyelpë said quietly. "I do not know if you noticed, but in the Halls of Mandos Tyelkormo and he were always avoiding each other. Uncle Tyelko was ashamed that he let his little brother die when he was right there and should have been protecting him, he felt the same way about Uncle Carnistir. However, Atya thought he would avoid him because he had changed so much. That is why he was very sad until they talked about it and came to the conclusion that they still loved each other the same. I would suggest that you talk to Grandmother about it."

Maitimo smiled gently, but then something caught his eye. "You are calling Curufinwë Atya again."

Tyelpë tucked a few strands of hair behind his ears. "We are making progress I guess."

"I think I will try to talk to Ammë about it. "Maitimo sighed heavily. "Thank you for your open ear Tyelpë."

Telperinquar gently wrapped his arms around him. "We are family after all."

~•~

Maitimo found Nerdanel in the dining room, sitting over a sketch for a new sculpture. For a while, he just stood in the doorway and looked at her. The way her red hair shone in the light of the setting sun and the scratching sound the pen in her hand made in the silence around her.

A lump had formed in his throat and his eyes had stung the whole way here.

He didn't know how to start this conversation. His mother and him had never really had serious conversations.

Then his knees began to shake and he had to support himself with one hand on the doorframe. Nerdanel seemed to have seen this movement out of the corner of her eye, because she turned her head towards him and promptly dropped the pen. "Maitimo?" she asked in horror.

He obviously looked more sad and tired than he had thought. His mother sounded so worried and almost sad that tears escaped his eyes.

"I am sorry, Amya. I never wanted you to be sad because of me."

Nerdanel carefully took his arms and led him to the chair where she had been sitting a few moments ago and helped him to sit down. She carefully knelt down in front of him and stroked his cheek with the palm of her hand. "What are you talking about?" she asked quietly and worriedly. "You are one of the reasons why I am happy. Just as all my children make me happy, you make me happy too, Maitimo."

"Oh- " he took a shaky breath. "Even though we have changed? Even though we are no longer the boys you knew as your children?"

He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, but more and more tears came.

"Oh Maitimo." she whispered and gently stroked her thumbs under his eyes. "My dear, good Maitimo. That's not what I meant. Change does not always mean something bad."

Her voice was trembling now and Maitimo thought he saw tears glistening in her eyes.

"I would be lying if I said I did not miss the old days, but all that matters to me is that you are here again," Nerdanel continued gently. "I still love you just the same, but it hurts to know that you were hurt so much and there was nothing I could do to help you."

Maitimo lowered his head onto his mother's shoulder and sobbed quietly. "It is all right," whispered Nerdanel. "Everything is all right now. I am here now and I will never let anyone hurt you like that again. Never."

And so Maitimo understood. Nerdanel had hated his change, not because he had changed, but because she believed it meant she had let her children down by not coming with them. She hated why he changed not that he changed. Because it was a part of him, and she still seemed to love him.

"You are a wonderful mother, Amya," he whispered and kissed her gently on the cheek.

Nerdanel laughed wetly and buried her face in his red hair. "You are back home, so we can make sure everything is good from now on."

"Yes." Maitimo nodded. He felt much lighter now. "Yes, we can do that."

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

it's all just the way (that we cope with our lives) (Chase Davenport missing scene)

After Chase's first day of school, the lost football game and the blank memories, they all trudge home.  Tasha finds Chase late that night, after dinner’s been all cleaned up and everyone's gone to their rooms or in the case of Adam and Bree, their capsules. “You okay, Chase?” She asks, a bit awkward, a bit hesitant. He understands. That's how he feels after today. Earlier, he had his life ripped from his hands by an anxiety-triggered mechanism designed by his father. He missed out on a day he’s been dreaming of his entire life, and experience that he never thought he would actually get.

He can feel the tears burn at the back of his eyes. He doesn't know Tasha all that well, but she cares. She's his stepmom. He can trust her.

“No,” he says, “I'm not okay.”

Tasha scoots over on the sofa and wraps him in a hug. He stiffens at the strange feeling. He rarely ever gets hugs. He thinks he can count on one hand the number of hugs he's gotten in his entire life.

“Tell me about the problem,” Tasha says, and he looks at her. Her expression is earnest, just like Leo’s when he called Chase his friend and promised to get him to school.

“I don't remember anything that happened today,” he begins, and he explains Spike. He explains how he's always wanted to learn, how he's dreamed of school his entire life. Explains how the first day he got was wiped away from him by an app that was supposed to be for his own protection, not his own destruction.

(He doesn't explain how he's jealous of Bree, how he's always wanted to be able to run but never had the option. He can only think or fight, and when his brain chooses to fight he doesn't get a say.

He doesn't explain how he always has to be calm, to pop anxiety pills in order to try and keep Spike down. He doesn't explain all the things that make him want to scream, but knowing that the moment he starts to scream Spike will emerge keeps everything locked way, way down.)

Tasha hugs him, and promises him that she's going to take care of him, because he's her stepson and she loves him and-

Chase's never heard that before. He's never been told that someone loves him. He didn’t even realize that such words could come so easily when in reference to him.

“Thank you, Tasha,” Chase says, fifteen and hurt and full of bitter hope.

She ruffles his hair. “No problem, kid,” she says, smile wide, and he thinks that maybe, just maybe, this whole family thing might work out pretty well.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16954359

[nancygillianmvp]

mothers always know

1,416 words. rated t. summary: Andrea supports TK through his grief during wedding planning.

As a child, TK Strand struggled with his parent’s divorce. The family he’d always known coming apart during a time when the once safe world he knew had been thrown into utter turmoil in the fallout from 9/11 was a lot for an eight-year-old to handle. 

Knowing how much her son was struggling with the new family dynamics and changing world he was facing, Gwyneth appointed TK chief planner of her wedding to her new partner, Enzo. He’d sit on the floor as she covered the coffee table of her Brooklyn apartment with flower samples, bridal magazines and fabric swatches, and he’d mark down notes in a binder of her choices.

While he relished the job of cake taster, he didn’t find the same joy in choosing flowers or put the same importance on deciding between all the different but alike swatches for the bridesmaids' gowns as his mother did.

“You’ll understand one day. When we’re planning your wedding, you’ll spend two hours deciding between three near-identical shades of blue, too, Tyler.” 

And it’s not until he’s here in Andrea’s dining room pouring over colour swatches—for what he can’t quite remember, he thinks maybe for pocket squares, but he’s not certain—with Carlos and his soon-to-be mother-in-law that he realises. Oh . He can’t tell her he understands now. He doesn’t get to share this with his mom.

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[lemurarchive]

Fic #2 911

Title: A Family To Cling To

Author: soft_satan

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,620 (reference - The Hunger Games has 99,750)

Summary:

“What happened?” Bobby demands, feeling Athena’s hand settle on his shoulder. “Where are my men?” “There was a sniper. Diaz was shot.” All the air leaves Bobby’s lungs. ... Athena and Bobby put their problems aside to take care of Buck coda for 4x13

My notes: I love parental Bobby. I love parental Bobby and adopted-son Buck SO MUCH. This fic does such a nice job of comfort and the current relationship between the two along with their pasts. The line about Bobby not knowing if Eddie is alive based on Buck's reaction while he's cleaning him up is easily my favorite as it's so skillfully written and just heartbreaking.

[trashyswitch]

A Wolf's Motherly Love

Roxanne and Gregory have a special mother-son bond. They understand each other like best friends, they love each other like family, and they act almost like siblings sometimes. But, Roxanne is going to get the surprise of her life on this starry, starry night.

This fanfic was suggested by Roxylover on AO3. I hope you enjoy!

Roxy was sitting outside of the entrance of the Pizzaplex, looking at the beautiful stars with Gregory. It was a clear sky tonight with no clouds, meaning the stars were visible and bright. It was incredible to see, especially to Roxy who is almost never out of the Pizzaplex. 

“I’ve always heard stories of the stars, but I’ve never actually…seen them before.” Roxy told Gregory. 

“Really? You’ve never looked out the window to see the stars before?” Gregory asked. 

“No…There aren’t any windows big enough to show me the whole sky…not like this.” Roxy replied. 

Gregory smiled and rested the back of his head against Roxy’s chest. “It’s really pretty.” Gregory told her. 

“I can see that now.” Roxanne reacted. 

Gregory looked at the different stars, and noticed how some of the stars were brighter than the others. Though Gregory has seen the stars hundreds of times before, seeing Roxy react to the stars for the first time made this moment extra special. It made him appreciate the stars even more. 

Gregory looked down at Roxy’s hand, and wrapped his own hand around her hand. He spent some time holding her hand and rubbing his thumb on the smooth metal. He spent some time studying the top of Roxy’s hand. 

Her hand was so detailed. It had joints and nails, and different colors for the middle versus the fingers. The palm was a lighter gray, while her fingers were white and curved like one of those old Apple mouses. The nails were a lime green, that greatly contrasted compared to the white and gray hand. They looked like something a city girl would get. And to his surprise, they were not sharp. They were curved as well, so her nails don’t cut a child in the process. It was so intricate…So detailed. 

“See something you like, kid?” Roxy asked. 

Gregory nodded. “I do.” Gregory replied. “I like your nails. They’re really pretty.” Gregory told her. 

“Thank you. I like them too. My toes have green nails as well.” Roxy added. 

Gregory smiled. “I know that.” 

Roxy looked back up at the stars while Gregory observed the palm of the hand. Her palm didn’t have any lines on it like he had. But she did have a slightly curved, vertical line surrounding the thumb joint and ending between the index and middle finger. Though Gregory and Roxy’s hands had one clear difference: Roxy didn’t have a pinky finger. She had only 3 fingers and a thumb, while Gregory had 4 fingers and a thumb. 

“If you have only 3 fingers and a thumb, then how do you play the keyboard?” Gregory asked. 

Roxy chuckled. “Well, you only need 3 fingers to make a chord, don’t you?” Roxy asked. 

“I don’t know. I’ve never played piano.” Gregory admitted. 

Roxy smiled and picked up her keyboard guitar from beside her. She placed it down on Gregory’s lap like a regular keyboard, and placed her hand on 3 lower piano keys. “This is a chord.” Roxy told him. “Three piano keys together, will usually make a pretty tune. The left hand is what plays the chords. And the chords are the background tunes for the melody, which is what the right hand plays.” Roxy explained. 

Gregory nodded and placed his own hand on top of Roxy’s fingers, replicating her fingers. But because Gregory had 4 fingers, he had to improvise. Gregory placed his index finger on her index finger, his pinky finger on her third finger, and his middle and ring finger together on her middle finger. Lastly, he placed his thumb on Roxy’s thumb. 

Roxy placed her right hand on the keyboard, and started playing one of the scales. She started off with playing A G and F, before moving her left hand to play the first chord: an E major. E, G# and B. With her right hand, she played F, G, A, A#, C, D, E, F…then, she played it backwards: E, D, C, A#, A, G, F. 

“Whoa…You know that without looking at a book?!” Gregory reacted. 

“For humans, it takes years of practice to get good at remembering scales.” Roxy told him. “But for an animatronic like me, it just takes a few minutes to process the coding.” Roxy admitted. “But I do know this:” Roxy looked at Gregory with a smile. “The person who wrote the coding, had to also know music theory in order to know what they were doing.” 

Gregory smiled brightly at her. “Do you know other scales?” Gregory asked. “Or other chords?” 

Roxy nodded. “Yes to both. I know all 48 musical scales. I also know the 12 major chords, and the 12 minor chords.” Roxy told him. “Though I can’t play all of the chords or scales here. A normal piano or keyboard has 88 chords, while my keyboard has only 36 keys.” Roxy added. 

“Your keyboard only has 36 keys?” Gregory clarified. 

“That’s right.” Roxy replied. “36 keys in all. 36-49 keys is typical for a keytar.” Roxy added. 

“Keytar…is that what this is called?” Gregory asked. 

“Yes. This is called a Keytar.” Roxy replied. “A KEY-board Gui-TAR.” Roxy sounded it out. 

“Interesting…” Gregory replied. 

Gregory picked up the surprisingly light keytar, and placed it down onto the ground beside him. Gregory then grabbed Roxy’s left hand, and decided to study it next. 

“This hand is identical to my right hand. So…I don’t know why you want to see the other one.” Roxy told him. “I know…Just curious.” Gregory replied. 

Roxy felt as Gregory continued to examine her hand. The touch was starting to make her tired a little bit. She was starting to realize how…surprisingly relaxing getting examined can be. SHe began to remember some of the parents' conversations about massages and how it was supposed to help their aching muscles and help them relax for a while. Is this what a massage is supposed to feel like? Just…soft? And calming? And- “EEEEP!” 

Roxy could’ve easily jumped about 5 feet into the air! What was THAT?! Roxanne covered her snout as she recognized the squealing voice to be her own. 

“Whoa! I’m sorry! Did I hurt you? Did I tickle you? What happened?” Gregory asked, looking up at her with slight worry, but mostly curiosity. 

Roxy looked at Gregory out of the corner of her eyes, and looked down. “Uhhh…” She removed her hand from her snout. “No…you didn’t hurt me.” Roxy replied. 

Gregory looked down. “Oh…Then, did I tickle you?” Gregory asked next. 

Roxy stuttered. “I-What?! Uh-no! No way! Why would that…ya know…” Roxy struggled to say the word.

“...Tickle?” Gregory repeated. 

“Yeah, that.” Roxy replied, pointing to him. 

“If it didn’t tickle, then why are you stuttering?” Gregory asked. “And why can’t you say the word ‘Tickle’?” Gregory asked next. 

Roxy groaned and covered her face. “Shuuuuush…” 

“Why? Are you bluuuuushing?” Gregory asked with a smirk. “Blushing like a girl who blushes?” Gregory teased. 

Roxy grabbed Gregory’s sides and started tickling him. “I can say tickle quite well, thank you. Now shut up, and laugh like your life depends on it.” Roxy ordered. 

Gregory quickly gripped the outside of her hands as he threw his head back in uncontrollable laughter. “HEHEHEHEHEY! WAHAHAIT, NOHOHOHO! IHIHIHI’M SOHOHORRYHYHYHY!” Gregory told her. 

“Awww, poor Gregory. So ticklish! And nowhere to go.” She teased. “How will he ever get free?” She asked next. 

“IHIHI KNOHOW YOHOHOU’RE BLUHUHUSHING RIHIHIGHT NOHOHOW!” Gregory told him. 

“Am not! Since when does a girl like me blush?!” Roxy asked. 

“YOHOHOU HAHAVE TICKLIHIHISH PAHAHALMS!” Gregory argued. 

“So? It looks like you’re more ticklish than me. And all I’m doing is squeezing!” Roxy reminded him. 

“AHAHAHAM NOHOHOHOT!” Gregory yelled. 

“Are too!” Roxy then let go of Gregory and grabbed his palm. “Now let’s see if you’re ticklish on your palm.” Roxy decided. 

“I’m not ticklish there. Why would I be ticklish there?” Gregory asked. 

Ready to know the answer, Roxy started skittering her nail on Gregory’s palm. And Roxy dropped her jaw in surprise when he heard it: 

“Pfft…Pffft-” 

Gregory was holding his laughter in! “Well would you look at that, Mr. I’m-Not-Ticklish-There?” Roxy teased. 

“Pfffft-Hehehehehe! Ihihihi- Ihihi-” Gregory reacted. 

“You didn’t know? Is that what you’re about to say?” Roxy teased. 

“Ihihi dihihidn’t knohohohow! Ihihi swehehehear!” Gregory admitted. 

Roxy chuckled. “Are you lying to me?” Roxy asked. 

“Ihihihi-” Gregory tried to say. 

“Are you really lying to your mother?” Roxy teased with a smirk on her face. 

“Ihihi’m nohohot!” Gregory told her. 

Roxy sighed and shook her head, before skittering her 3 fingers all over Gregory’s palm. 

“eeEEEEHEHEhehehehehe!” Gregory giggled. “Ohohohokahahay, mahahaybe Ihi dihihid.” Gregory finally admitted. 

Roxy nodded and removed her tickling hand. “I knew it. I knew it the whole time. Now do you know what happens to liars?” Roxy asked. 

“Ihihi…Yeah…I do.” Gregory replied. 

“What happens?” Roxy asked, smirking before she wiggled her fingers. “This is your hint. What happens?” Roxy asked again. 

“Ihihi gehet tickled?” Gregory replied. 

Roxy nodded and started tickling his belly and sides right away. “Bingo! Now laugh it up, little liar!” Roxy declared. 

Gregory doubled over and bursted out cackling right away. Roxy tickled and scratched at his belly first, before scribbling up to his ribs, and up to the armpits. “Try to keep your arms up!” Roxy encouraged as she scritched in his armpits. 

Gregory squealed and shook his head back and forth as laughter completely took over. He was trying so hard to keep his arms up, but already he could feel them slipping down very slowly. 

“Oooooh! You’re struggling!” Roxy teased. “Would you like some help?” She asked next. 

Gregory giggled and nodded his head. “Yehess plehehehehease.” he replied. 

“Alright. But remember that you agreed to this.” Roxy reminded him as she grabbed Gregory’s right arm, held it up into the air, and started tickling his right armpit. 

Gregory threw his head back and cackled in big bursts all over again. “WAHAHAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHAIT- THAHAHAT’S NOHOT WHAHAT IHI MEHEHEANT!” Gregory protested. 

“I know.” Roxy replied. “Are you gonna call me a cheater next?” Roxy asked. 

“CHEHEHEHEATEHERRR!” Gregory shouted. 

Roxy guffawed. “I KNEW you would say that!” she reacted, proud of herself. 

Gregory was tickled for only a few more minutes until Roxy deemed it time to stop. She removed her fingers from his armpit, lowered Gregory’s hand down, and picked up Gregory like a mother would pick up her child. “What do you say we head inside and warm you up?” Roxy asked. 

“Yeah…maybe.” Gregory replied, shivering as a gust of wind blew by him. “But how can I be this cold if I was just tickled?” Gregory asked. 

“Sometimes the chill of the night is too cold for the body to regulate. So, the body gets overwhelmed with cold.” Roxy explained. “And even though tickling burns the same amount of calories as a swift half-mile walk, it may not have been enough to regulate your body heat.” Roxy added. 

Gregory nodded and rested his chin on Roxy’s shoulder. “Okay.” 

Roxy took Gregory into the pizzaplex and felt as though the slight warmth of the pizzaplex covered Gregory like a blanket…Then Gregory looked down and realized that there was actually a fuzzy blanket wrapped around him. It was a dark blue blanket with white stars on it, suggesting it was the Daycare Attendant’s blanket. Specifically, Moon’s blanket. 

“Gregory looks sleepy.” Another familiar female voice said. 

“Yeah…You’re right, Chica. it’s going to be bedtime for him soon.” Roxy told her. 

“That makes sense. Humans need to sleep. Especially growing kids.” Chica added. “What do you say we set him up on your purple couch?” Chica asked. 

Roxy smiled. “That sounds like a great idea.” She told her. 

“Okay. I’ll grab that Freddy Fazbear pillow pet and bring it to your room.” Chica told her. 

Roxy nodded and rubbed Gregory’s back as she started to walk to her own room. She opened the door to her room, walked up to her purple couch and placed Gregory onto the couch. She wrapped the blanket around him a little bit better, and watched as Gregory hummed sleepily. Chica walked into the room with the unfolded pillow pet, and placed the pillow pet under Gregory’s head. Gregory was growing more and more sleepy by the second. And he didn’t mind. Not at all. 

Roxy gave Gregory a little kiss on his forehead, and moved his bangs behind his ear. “Good night, Gregory.” She said softly. 

Gregory smiled and opened his eyes. He lifted himself up and planted a kiss right on her black nose. “Good night, Mom.” Gregory replied. 

Roxy smiled brightly and cooed upon hearing him call her ‘Mom’. It was so sweet she could’ve easily bursted! What did she do to deserve this kid?! She truly had no idea. 

A few seconds later, Roxy finally got up onto her feet and walked to the door. She turned off the lights in her room, and gave him one last sincere look as she closed the door as quietly as she could. And to the left of the door, Roxy sat herself down and kept guard. With the boy now considering her a mother, she now felt the need to protect that role ーand that boyー with every ounce of her being. 

And she was determined to do just that. 

[ace-din-djarin]

this past week has been *incredibly* productive in terms of writing (almost 5k between four wips, woo!) so have the first little ficlet!!! part two is being worked on! This one is Luke & Padme!

[sapphire11]

I’ve been working on another Andrea & TK fic and was also inspired by the episode this week, here’s a little snippet :) 

“Tyler” TK’s voice is so quiet she barely catches it.

“What was that mi amor?” 

He pauses, she can see the shifting emotions on his face. He’s clearly warring with himself on whether to repeat what he said or to pretend it was nothing. She waits patiently giving him the choice. 

“My name, it’s Tyler. My mom was the only one to ever call me that, usually when it was just her and I. It’s weird, I’ve been TK for a long time and I like TK, but I guess I just miss Tyler and I .. well I don’t know, I wanted you to know.” 

Andrea is a bit shocked at the confession, aside from some teasing remarks  about TK’s name from Gabriel to Carlos when they met TK as Carlos’ boyfriend they haven’t pried. She understands what a deeply personal thing a name can be and she has always respected that “TK” is the man in front of her.

“Tyler, that’s a nice name, strong, yet peaceful.” TK smiles ruefully at her.

“Ha, not sure I’d call myself peaceful, my mom used to mostly say my full name when she was exasperated with me.” 

“Sounds like a typical mother.” Andrea chuckles softly, “Carlos has always hated it when I pull out the full name.” 

TK perks up at that, glancing at her curiously. She’s surprised that TK may not know Carlos’ full name, she was sure her boys shared everything. Then again, what is a name, but who you want to be.

[wikluk]

Chapter 4 is here and it’s only getting worse... Poor Juli, she’s really trying.

[the-corey-lynxx]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - Suzanne Collins, Hunger Games Series - All Media Types, The Hunger Games (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Coriolanus Snow & Coriolanus Snow’s Mother Characters: Coriolanus Snow, Coriolanus Snow's Mother, Coriolanus Snow's Sister (mentioned) Additional Tags: Mother-Son Relationship, Canon Compliant, Pre-Canon, Fluff, Domestic Fluff Series: Part 1 of Welcome To The Family Jewels Summary:

“That song that I just sang, that’s our special song, ok?” His mother said, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen over them after she had finished singing and they moved around.

“Our song?” He questioned. “What does that mean?”

“It means that it is a song only for the two of us, nobody will ever hear it other than us.” She confirmed. “I won’t sing it to anybody else, ever. Not even your little sister.”

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Coryo's Mother sings to him before bed

[demigods-posts]

i love thinking about percy and sally being each other's best friends before gabe and the other bullshit. like you can't convince me they didn't cuddle on the couch and watch movies. or ate cupcakes at ten o'clock on a friday night. or sang their heart out to disney movies at nine in the morning. like, they were each other's person.

[wibblyowzah]

You were seared onto my hearts, Amelia Pond. You always will be.

[think-flamian]

some talia and damian positivity <3

[waterwizardcat]

are you listening sukuna?

[jaeheecloset]

My sacrifice for your tainted mind and your pure heart

[markanddebbie-protectionprogram]

Debbie might have cried over Nolan in the season 1 finale. But the way they made her lose it is such an important thing for the writers to show. She's sad, she's devastated, and she's also angry.

This is a woman has repressed such immense sadness and anger. She held herself together and yet the moment she broke, her son immediately witnessed her breakdown.

The way she immediately turned away from Mark when it sunk to her that he's really there. In the flesh. It breaks my heart, because she doesn't want him to see her that way.

She didn't even want him to be near her at first. She could barely speak at all that she had to hold her hand out to stop him. And even though she did that, she let her other hand stay on her face to keep the tears covered from him.

And Mark sees her. He's sad too. And he knows that his mom is tired as well. He knows she needs him.

I love how much he loves his mom and that he knows her enough to understand what she needs.

He didn't stay standing up then put a comforting hand on her shoulder. He kneeled at her side and waited for her.

Debbie didn't need space.

Debbie didn't need words of reassurance.

She just needed someone to be with her, to be held and given a space where she can just be.

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Talia likes to gaslight people into believing she's Jason's birth mother.

"You had him really young then?" Yes, I was young and really in love with his father.

"He doesn't look arab tho'. " And? His father is white and I'm sino arab, he may look a little white passing, but I have the stretch marks to prove.

"Usually mixed kids have more..." We have the same completely natural green bright eyes I don't know what you're trying to point here.

"So... both of your sons are from the same father?" Yes, the older got his lack of melanin and the younger his face.

And if you let her, she'll go hours blatantly lying about everything, she once convinced a poor cashier that when Jason was a baby and learning how to walk, he got all the way to the family's garden and she found him sleeping with a tigress and her cubs. Talia says she was scared for her life when that happened and the fact he could sleep so peacefully with such dangerous animals proves that Jason was a born warrior.

She even carries around photos of Jason as a kid on her wallet and makes sure to show them with the biggest grin on her face to anyone who's fool enough to fall into her silver tongue.

When Damian is feeling like a little shit he likes to tell people his mom had a psychological pregnancy and adopted his brother and is conviced she's the one who birthed him, so it's better to agree with her and he always makes sure to sound like hes pitying her

Jason tells people Damian is the adopted one