yananegemmalovefighters

[onlyonewoman]

I'm have a real difficult time reckognizing faces, especially when I see someone in a different situation than where I usually see them. Well, today, since I work with horses and the guy who owns the shop at the corner has told me about his old friend who likes to play on horse games, I knew the guy he meant and he was watching a race in the shop on a couch. So I decided to be, you know, social, and said "Winning any money?" Well, from there he recalled I work with horses and then, out of the blue, he said: "You're with MIL's lad, right?" I was like... yeah, thinking it was some neighbor, but it turned out the old man was MIL's new hubby (NH) - I knew she re-married barely a year after FIL (lovely man) died, and so I was like, "yep, that's me, we got married last summer". NH went on with "Why don't you never come and visit when you're living this close? You should be able to." There I stand, with my "bribing myself to clean chocolate", regretting ever opening my mouth, realising that OF COURSE MIL hasn't told her hubby ANYTHING about the reasons why we don't plan on seeing her voluntarily ever again. We haven't spoken to her in YEARS, because she's a self-absorbed, immature person who is incapable of looking past her own wants and wishes. She destroyed whatever she could of the relationship between my husband and FIL, used emotional blackmail to get her way all through life - even in childhood, relatives have confirmed - and it's taken a long time for my hubby, who's a single child, to come to terms with this. There's a special kind of "what the fuck am I hearing?" moment when you hear the lies of someone you've managed to cut out from your life, from someone who OF COURSE doesn't know the true story. I just said: "Well, sometimes it's just not that simple", then I added: "I hope you're doing good together" and he said: "Oh, we do! We really do!", clearly aiming at making me look surprised or something. Instead I smiled and said: "I'm glad you do. That's the important thing." Hubby hates even catching a mere glimpse of his mother and any mention of her makes his day at least a bit shitty, so I'm thinking of keeping this unfortunate convo to myself. It seems to me, that a caring spouse wouldn't tell their spouse about something that doesn't impact their life at all if they're not told, when being told would make them feel bad.

Remember: YOU DO NOT OWE AGING PARENTS A RELATIONSHIP, NO MATTER HOW CLOSE YOU LIVE, IF THE PARENT IN QUESTION, MAKES YOU FEEL BAD EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU SEE THEM, AND IS INCAPABLE OF CHANGING OR CARING ABOUT YOU.

[miss0atae]

What love can do in Meet You at the Blossom and how it can shape your life (after Ep 3 & 4):

It took me a while to write this post because I changed its title so many times. I wasn't sure I was conveying my thoughts properly. I wanted to write about the healing power of love between Huai En and Xiao Bao, but I had so much to say before so this title didn't work anymore.

[gif by khunkinn] @khunkinn

It's not a coincidence you can find the same pattern in some of the characters from My Stand In and Meet You at the Blossom since they were written by the same writer. Huai En and Ming, both had shitty parenting when they were young and it mostly came from their father. More than Ming, Huai En was shaped by his relationship with his father. His mother and his father were childhood sweetheart who never got the chance to be together because she was taken away by Huai En's uncle and he made her as his concubine. We also learned Huai En was born out of wedlock. His uncle's legitimate wife was jealous and tried to kill Huai En and his mother. His father wanted to save them (mostly his mother I think) but failed and Huai En's mother died trying to save the father. Huai En and his father found a way to escape and he was raised to seek revenge for the death of his mother. However, it didn't make them close. Huai En's father seems to consider that his son is also partly responsible for the death of his mother. It's not yet explain why… but because of his bias Huai En's father unfairly treated his son. In episode 4, Huai En explains to Xiao Bao how his father beat and scold him during his childhood. Huai En had no other choice but to obey him “unconditionally” or he would suffer physical pain. We can also assume he suffered mentally too.

[gif by omgtheregoesthefuckidontgive] @omgtheregoesthefuckidontgive

Huai En has been having recurring nightmares about the mistreatment of his father. He seems to remember vividly trying to avoid falling from a cliff and found no help from his father. Quite the opposite, he was also mocked by his father. It is likely something he had experience while he was young and that became so traumatic that he can't forget it. We could say that Huai En is suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder since this event. A father is supposed to care about his children. That's what we naturally expect from any “good” parents. It's hard to understand why his father thought his son should be responsible for his mother's death. We haven't had enough insight on what his going on in Huai En's father head. However, we know he is very controlling and don't let his son do what he wants in life. Huai En only purpose is to help him get the revenge he wants. Anything outside this is considered useless and unimportant. I don't think Huai En even got the chance to really know what he wants or dreams for outside this purpose. He doesn't get to voice his opinion or to have something just for him. He must live for his father's desire. It was shown during episode 4, when Huai En had a vision of his father telling me:

“Remember, you were born to redeem yourself for your mother’s sake. Don’t harbor unworthy thoughts for anyone of anything. Understand? Don’t even think of trying to escape. No matter where on Earth, you can’t escape from my grasp”.

I’m still trying to wrap my head over this fact. When Huai En told the story of how he was born, his mother was still alive. So I don’t get why his father would be so hard on him when he is supposed to be the love fruit of the love he had for his mother. I wonder if his father is the kind of man who would value his spouse over his child. We know his father has an obsessive love for his mother. It wasn’t just the “I want to avenge her” it feels more like “she was supposed to be mine and I lost her so I will enact my revenge”. Huai En’s father appears to have an overwhelming obsessive desire to possess and protect his lover and he has an inability to accept failure of keeping her alive. It doesn’t matter if to get his revenge he has to hurt his own son. I believe this type of love is the only one Huai En had ever experience so he doesn’t understand it’s not a normal or healthy way of loving someone. He must have avoided to be with anyone because the only love he knows is the one his father has for his mother. Love is a painful affair. It can lead to obsession and physical pain. That’s why he is so startled by Xiao Bao regular love confessions.

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Xiao Bao had an entirely different childhood. His parents seem to have a healthy relationship and to love each other. Xiao Bao is their only son so they spoiled him and made sure he had a good life where he wants for nothing. You can see how they care for him and wants him to be happy. Since he was loved and taking care of, Xiao Bao grew up to be a nice person who is not shy to show his love. He never had to experience the “dark side” of love. For him, this is only a positive thing. He is also a very charming man; very genuine so when he fell in love with Huai En, he didn't dither and decided to pursue him. It didn't matter to him if Huai En wasn't the woman he thought he was. As long as there is love, it's enough for him. Compared to what Huai En is used to know about love, Xiao Bao's vision seems quite refreshing. Especially as they are in a time period where queer love was frown upon, Xiao Bao's view of love, gender and norms is fairly modern. He claims he will find a way of making their relationship being accepted by his parents. Why is he not afraid of claiming his love for Huai En, despite him being a man? It's because Xiao Bao is sure of his parents' love for him. This trust exists because he was raised this way.

[gif by guzhufuren] @guzhufuren

Xiao Bao may appear to be a fool, but he is more than what he seems. He isn't a great tactician or a skilled warrior, but he is knowledgeable when it comes to emotions. It was shown when he had a conversation about love and death with Xiao Bao. He admits that humans lives for emotions and desires and that you can be sad when you lose a loved one. However you can't be miserable all your life because of this. This vision of life is in opposition with everything Huai En has been taught from childhood. I would even say he was stunned. Xiao Bao understood that Huai En because of his past can't really understand what love is supposed to be and he is ready to teach him. I think he does have strong feelings for Huai En. He may pout or act silly sometimes, but when Huai En conceded if they were someone he truly wants to love, it would be Xiao Bao, it truly delighted him. He is not the kind of person to sulk for too long. He is so genuine and overjoyed. I'm not going to say it'll be easy for them. Even if Huai En despises his father's love for his mom and really wants to experience a healthy relationship, the way this love shaped his vision of life will have an impact on his relationship with Xiao Bao. You can quite see it when he is adamant about Xiao Bao having “no thought about others” or to never lie to him. This idea that Xiao Bao wants to be with him “forever” and not just be with him, kinda shows that his past will have an impact. However, I believe Xiao Bao's good nature may soften him.

[gif by ruanbaijie] @ruanbaijie

As he said himself to Huai En, his lover is “tough on outside, but soft inside”.

PS: I edited this post with better credits for the gif creators. I tagged all of you, I hope it's alright. If you prefer that I stopped using your gifs, don't hesitate to tell me. I'll do better with the credits on gif from now on.

[yuricin]

any parent who knows that their spouse/partner is abusing their kid and still defends the abuse and chooses them over their own kid should just get buried in a ditch, honestly.

you had a job as a parent to fucking protect your kid, but you betrayed them by siding with the person who hurt them, when your kid came to you for COMFORT, HELP, AND SUPPORT. you see a child being abused, and your first reaction is, "my partner is doing it, so it's fine."

you chose a shitty person over your kid's safety. this shit makes kids grow up to have trust issues, fear of abandonment, and a shit ton of other issues because their development got fucked up at a young age. all because of YOU. fuck you. you failed as a parent, and you shouldn't even be around kids in general.

[digenerate-trash]

Haha your friendly neighbor and great misspeller and probably high on crack [REDACTED]

Just kinda bored and was wondering on a what if scenario, so a broken PC would Yan DoB bailey be worried? And would normal Yan bailey also be concerned? (For the normal Yan bailey PC already gets raped and kinda got traumatized and for the DOB I guess PC’s parents were abusive? Idk how these works anyways you can pick I guess)

There are so many ways to get traumatized in brutality. And having shitty parents could be one of them what kind of parents saddle you with their debt in a town full of killers cannibals and freaks???

But also Kylar takes off your limbs if you're not a good pet and forces you to drink his cum out of a dog bowl and you become like a sex slave for him.

Harper (along with helping Kylar with the limb thing) takes your blood becomes obsessed with your body and blood and dissects and cuts you open multiple times he will also rape and confine you if you try to escape him when he confesses his love to you

Whitney gives you a glasco smile if you refuse to smoke cigarettes by the pack and fucks you in a dirty alley. He's big on beating you if your late (and is kinda implied to be an enforcer for the loan sharks.)

And even Bailey can traumatize you. But it immediately leads to death so he gets a pass I guess.

But yeah I think regular yan bailey tries to keep you as safe as he can but he knows freaks are out there and if you look fucked he'll go easy on you bath you and try and make you stop crying (he's not good at it.)

But I feel like yan dob Bailey would be out for blood. You're his spouse! Of course, he'd try and coo and hold you tight. He'd want you to feel safe and keep you warm. He'd offer his home and life to you so you can feel protected and happy away from the freaks of this town. He'd try to convince you to let your parents go. They're not valuable or important like you are. They made their bed and let them die in it.

But he'd want to keep you very close. Keeping you away from your main source of trauma ever that may be. He'd feed you and keep you safe. You'd spend your time with the orphans and Bailey would treat you like family. (He'd also fuck you stupid but that's a given he deserves a little reward after all he's been such a good husband)

Bailey would want to keep you out of harm's way. He'd make sure your life with him is better than anything else you could make yourself and if you think about leaving he's got a heavy chain and some rope that will keep you a happy compliant little spouse until all those bad impulses are trained out of you

[gingersnap2010]

Yandere Papa Inuyasha ( fit some: kagome)  x child reader

Name: Inuyasha

Type: parental yandere, platonic yandere, delusional yandere, obsessive yandere, protective yandere, and most of all  a massive POSSESSIVE YANDERE

Nickname: runt, kid, little one, pup, sweetie, etc

The reason is that pretty much his whole life he’s had nothing but the clothes he wears and the memories of his late mother.  People have treated him shitty due to him not really fitting in being a half-demon. When your mother gave birth to you his whole world changed. ( this is if he married someone other than kagome, if he didn’t he is very much yandere for her as well a very disturbing amount.) Most likely if kagome is your mother she will be yandere for you as well but not as much as your father, as she was raised in a loving family and does believe in freedom.

Inuyasha on the other hand wasn’t raised in this environment he was raised in a dangerous environment by himself. It does not matter the gender he will be equally dangerous on both ends. His way of showing it may differ though, for example, if you are male he’s showing away the thirsty girls from as young as 5 years old. He’s having you learn how to fight as soon as possible and he will continue to the end of time, perfecting your skills as much as he will be allowed. You will be spoiled, but he will be strict.

 You have a curfew even when you're an adult, since demons age differently you are still a pup even if you are 20. Thus Inuyasha wants to avoid what he went through, acting like an adult when he’s not. If you are female he’s raising you like kagome was raised which makes many eyebrows rise, but he brainwashes you from the age of 2 that all men are pigs until proven otherwise and women are the same way, just in case your team is home. This goes for a male kid as well, however, he will not be able to find a way to convince you of this until your 5, and actually have an incident. 

Either way, you grow up believing only family and close friends are good people and stay close to daddy and mommy. Kagome feels Inuyasha is wrong for being so brash with his words, though she doesn’t mind you won’t be leaving her anytime soon, she does want you to find love and give her grandkids as does Inuyasha. Which is impossible if both of them block any potential suitor. Most likely you're getting hooked up with a friend of their’s kid for marriage. 

His other qualities don’t come out to you unless you have been away from him for a while, you didn’t think it was odd families took baths together. Even when you're 16 years old. It’s normal for demons so he isn’t being creepy, as demons age differently, however, he won’t stop just cause it embarrassed you. What if you slip? What if a yokai known for the water appears? How will you fight in a bathrobe? He’s a hypocrite because he wants you to be safe but thinks not teaching you those kinds of things is fine as long as you live with him. 

The kid you marry ain’t sleeping with you unless one of them or both of your parents are sleeping there too, so good luck getting kids on the way. Inuyasha is so obsessive he or kagome dresses you, feeds you, and combs your hair, let alone helps you bathe. Your spouse finds it odd but you’ve hardly been away to understand this level of crazy ain’t normal. However, if the wifey or hubby gets too complaining daddy is there to send them to where spouses of yours have gone before and you think that it’s a long vacation and job. ( their dead, he killed them and you will never know not even when you die.) You're basically sending your lovers to their doom so much so people think your evil, and eat them after you grow bored.

They talk shit though and they're gone too so everyone keeps up the friendly facade if they happen to see you. If they want to live that is. Kagome will get sad if daddy keeps killing ones that would be a good carriers of your children. He promises that if it comes down to it. He gets you’re uncle to do a demon thing and get you pregnant without the need for a mate ( baby ritual). That or have you birth a baby one day and be a parent yourself, not that you would be any better than daddy. 

After all,  father like son, and mother like  daughter.

You and your children are doomed to become what others already know and you and them will never be the wiser, but it doesn’t matter, after all. Why wouldn’t you want to be just like mommy and daddy?

[msfbgraves]

Let me get this off my chest: when I did read that Terry had slipped up and cheated on Daniel, I was pretty disappointed that the story had gone in that direction. Terry’s a bad man—hell, he commits murder over and over again for crying out loud!—but I truly loved that he was good to Daniel, and for Daniel (for the most part), and adored that boy like there was no tomorrow. Like he would die if anything happened to him by another hand or his own. That fierce love and devotion he had for this little omega who was bartered away to him was intensely romantic. Two very different sides of the same story—Mob!Terry and family man!Terry, and I loved the disparity between them. Two very different sides of the same man. 

But the cheating threw me, and I did seriously dislike it, but it didn’t make me want to stop reading, or dislike the overall story—just really dislike that one part of it. Anyway I thought, this is your story and you can do whatever you want! We can choose to stay and read or leave. 

But then the reveal of what happened “that night”, the full extent of Terry’s revolting behavior was shown and. UGH. See, when you first wrote that part, from what I recall, the way it was worded just sounded like rough, but not unwanted sex—that Daniel was furious and hurt that Terry had taken his anger at Michael out on him and used him like that. It didn’t read as rape to me.

But recent things you’ve posted have shown that indeed it was. The part where Daniel was so scared and sad that he sought protection even from his little Alpha babies was heartbreaking and this, more than anything, proved how violent and painful and disgusting what Terry did to him was. The same person who said he’d treat him like a Queen, but also bought him jewelry when he fucked him like a whore. Maybe I should have seen it coming, in a way. 

Just…anything good Terry does from now on is always going to be stained by the rape, as well as the cheating—but especially the former. Nothing he does now—buying Daniel flowers, playfully teasing him, being wonderfully affectionate with him, tenderly making love to him—is going to change the fact that Terry came home one night and fucked him so brutally that their own babies covered Daniel with their own bodies without even knowing the full extent of what happened between their parents. They just sensed that Daniel was broken in some way and acted upon that instinct. 

It just makes all the good times ring hollow, all the sweet gesture and declarations of love from Terry seem like ash. It makes me wonder just how Daniel can stand to have this man touch him again after this, and how he can stay in a marriage where these things happen by the hand of his own spouse. One time is one time too many, that’s what. It reminds me of those Shoujo mangas that use rape as a vehicle for drama and conflict, but the girl always forgives and stays with the guy who never really changes. 

Do I still love your fic? Sure. I’m still grateful for your writing and these fills even if I don’t like the ones like this. 

But…Terry’s character is totally done for me in this fic. He’s absolutely irredeemable at this point. This is a line you don’t ever cross and he crossed it with a vengeance. It’s infuriating that he’ll never face any real consequences because we all know Daniel won’t leave him ever because of the pups, to avoid bloodshed between the factions, and because he still deeply loves this monster. Terry Silver truly gets his cake and eats it too and it’s awful. Daniel is pretty much a love martyr at this point. Problem is he’s always been too good for Terry. It’s just that now we’re really seeing it. Always surrounded by truly shitty men—his father who bartered him away while being creepily close to him, his sociopathic brother Michael who thought the trade off was for the best, and now his own spouse who thinks he can do whatever because sweet, pretty, darling Danny-boy will still love him. Yikes. 

Anyway, just one question, don’t feel pressured to answer it, but—

What made you write what happened between them as rape? 

Nonnie, this is in response to your ask, so I'm writing it down here, but not all of it is in response to you being the only one asking this or instigating what may come across as a somewhat strong reaction. I am not addressing you alone or specifically. These two days I have been sent so many asks and reactions, some of which I frankly think are upsetting. So I am taking the opportunity to get something off my chest myself, because, well, evidently that seems appropriate to people. You have laid the reactions of many asks out very eloquently, so I am answering here. You are definitely not being singled out, though!

When I started the first minifill of Knights and Pawns, between me, my word processor and God, I had watched that other Terry, the "good" version of Terry Silver as laid out by the big man himself, Thomas Ian Griffith. And even that guy, though handsome, athletic, loyal and insanely protective of his girlfriend, who could have passed for a female, omega version of Ralph Macchio, had problems the film did not want to address. Again, we're supposed to like this dude who does not take no for an answer. His girlfriend breaks up with him, and when he feels this has gone on long enough, he simply breaks into her home and stays. But he's vulnerable! He brings a kitten! And she... goes along with it. A male audience may take this as "See? Sometimes you have to take control and your sweetheart will stop being silly." And why not? He's hot. Strong. Tender. Very affectionate. And he broke into her home and could kill her with his pinkie and track her down as she runs, plus, in the whole film his main problem is that he 'snaps' and seriously hurts people. But he plays the piano! And he cuddles!

What a dreamboat, huh. And well, canon Terry Silver we have all seen in action. And canon Terry Silver too can absolutely tone it down. Cheyenne may really not have a clue. I am sure he really is a great hugger.

And I have always been fascinated by arranged marriages, political marriages. So often, another war between France and England was ended by: "after the young King of England slew the Dauphin, to broker peace, a marriage was arranged between the King and the Dauphin's sister." Just imagine that on a human level, please. Just try to get your head around it! This guy killed your brother and now you need to have sex with him.

Nonnies, please - that is the setup of the fic.

A guy like Terry Silver - whose good guy version also gets scary if he wants to - and you have to marry him. (Or you stop dating and he simply won't leave, which is scarily similar.)

Now Terry is an emotionally smart guy, plus he really needs tenderness. He's not going to batter his spouse, that's no way to build a home. And he wants one, and many children too.

And readers kept asking for sweet situations and I am a writer who has to run things by my character. And Terry was like "sure, I would do that." And then people were asking well, how spicy is the sex? Very spicy, thank you. But I had already established he doesn't take no for an answer.

As for Michael, he just happened. Do we really think mob families have no scary people in them? Uh, I don't. And I'm not a puppeteer. Michael happened without my planning him, because he is the son of a father who rose to power because he was so good at stabbing people to death it became his family name. That has to go somewhere.

And now, somewhere in the background, Michael and Terry would interact. And clash, because Terry would want to take over the whole operation and Michael wouldn't let him, and I think they're intellectually very well matched, and power wise too. Michael is a beta and Terry is an outsider and son-in-law so welcome to immovable object vs unstoppable force.

And please also don't pretend that women in history were not supposed to bear the brunt of a man's anger during sex. Men keep putting it in their own story: "He was angry, and things got a bit rough. She was upset, not gonna lie, and he felt he went too far too. Gotta watch out with that, it doesn't feel good." But that is often followed by: "She then straight up and left! Wtf? Baby, it wasn't like that!"

Terry and Daniel would both - especially in that culture- rationalise it as "spicy sex that got out of hand."

Why did I write that? Because that's how it felt to me. That scene with the puppies? Always there, I simply didn't put it in, at first. Because people were not gonna like it. Well, story doesn't care. Story is boss, not me. And if that feels trite, it's how it works. Once, I wanted Draco Malfoy to rise above a situation. Well, he didn't. He couldn't. Then, I wanted Sansa Stark to lose to Tywin Lannister. But she was like, "seven hells, you can fuck right off with that." I was curious whether or not the wedding night sex between Terry and Daniel would be scary and nasty. But there, Terry was like "No."

But it already happened weeks ago. And people were willing to go "Yikes, but let's not get into it." And that is exactly what Daniel and Terry would have done. And the cheating Terry simply wouldn't have mentioned. He was angry at Daniel for not accepting his apology. He used to fuck kitties all the time (which I mentioned more than once). He knew he was wrong the night before, frustrated, he fucked that out yesterday, and since this kitty offered (he did not seek her out), why not do that again? He doesn't want to be around his pups like this, anyway. Maybe it helps?

It didn't. In fact it finally made the penny drop.

In many gangster films, the penny never drops. And when a whole film is about the penny having dropped, as in Godfather III, people hate that too. You cannot win.

But anyway. Terry finally realised he literally fucked up spectacularly.

And then: nothing came of it, he never does it again, it could only hurt Daniel so why should he tell?

But ah! That detail people were not willing to overlook! The real damage had already been done but apparently this is easier to glance over. Remember, nonnies. This happened before Anthony was born and people did not react as strongly.

Which is everyone's right.

But now. They first kept asking for details. Which I supplied. Then. The anger. The disappointment. At me, personally. Why could I not keep giving people the good stuff? Why did I put that in?

Because I'm trying to be true to what I feel. Because I feel that it is a canon part of Terry, whether Silver, McCain or this amalgation. Because I never promised anyone anything. Because this isn't a genre novel. Because people ask? It was supposed to be a one shot! I did not submit an outline and collect an advance. But the anger! The absolute moral righteousness with which people come into my house and say, "you upset my moral values, you had no right to ruin my enjoyment, and I want you to know" - no, people did not perceive or chose to ignore a darker undertone, and now feel betrayed when I, in response to yet another audience question, am not playing along... and they feel it is perfectly OK making their feelings known.

Well.

Neil Gaiman is on here. Suppose I was upset with a storyline turn in Sandman (which I am not. I have no opinion on it as I haven't seen it), and I went into his askbox to make my opinions, my heartbreak, my disappointment known. Would that be OK? We all know it's not. We know it's rude.

I am glad of the passion the story provokes. But please, people, can you remember this is the equivalent of saying: you gave me more than twenty gifts, and kept giving while I and others kept asking for more. But this gift I do not like. In fact, it ruined all the enjoyment of the other gifts. And rather than be grateful for the other gifts and deal with my disappointment in my own time, I want you to know. Because you hurt me, and you should feel bad about it."

Who. Do these people think. They are. What gives them the right? Why do they need to get it off their chest.... at me?

Look I hate Bridgerton. I hated the conclusion of Game of Thrones. But I do not think the writers are morally obliged to write things that align with my values or are consistent with a previous tone and I am not going to write to them personally to make my feelings of dislike known. Because that, in my view, shows a profound lack of respect. Btw, it is exactly what Terry did: he was so full of feelings he needed to get out, he did not care what getting his feelings out meant to the person he was engaging with. And everybody hates him for it.

Then don't do it yourself. The severity of actions of course one can't compare. But the underlying mechanism is the same.

Rather ironic.

[bowiebond]

I entirely believe Jonathan has anger issues like Billy; but he’s a bottler. It’s what happens to a lot of teens who become parentified (unfortunately most poor kids with single parents get parentified/become a stand in for a spouse, and Jonathan definitely has had to take on that role so Will can grow up like he has two parents even if he only has one).

Where Billy lashed out because he got sacked with Max who wasn’t related to him/hadn’t been around long - Jonathan has always had Will. Probably always looked out for him, especially during Lonnie’s abuse. I’m sure when Jonathan lived with Lonnie he did pick fights to steer him away from Joyce or Will. Jonathan has all the indicators of being the protector, of knowing when to shut up and shut down, and when to fight. He knows how to. Likely got taught by his dad during the ‘good times’ when Lonnie was just being ‘dad’ and not ‘asshole’.

From the framing of the show, we can estimate that they got away from Lonnie a year or two before the show began. Seeing as Jonathan shows Will the song ‘should I stay or should I go’ when he was about 11. Jonathan would have been about 14/15 when they got out seeing as the brothers have a 3-4 year difference like Max and Billy. (If my math is wrong I apologise).

Jonathan was lucky. He had a support system, lived with Will his whole life and already knew he had to protect him above all else. When Will goes missing and ‘dies’, both Jonathan and Joyce act like they’ve lost a child. Their son almost. Jonathan blames himself like most parents do for ‘not being home on time’ the night he disappeared, and Joyce goes on about him still being alive, in the walls, and the bottle bursts for Jonathan on the street where people watch him scream at his mother. He cries himself to sleep because of the guilt and mourning, the pressure of Wills funeral on him because his mother is going ‘crazy’.

Jonathan only allows himself to lash out when people target his family (not even really Nancy, as much as they tried to push that in the police station scene 🙄). Steve calls him a queer, a perv, a freak, breaks his camera, shoved him around, and he’s obvious angry but he doesn’t lash out. He chooses to walk away and you can see him slowly drawing in and up, containing himself, and it isn’t until Steve digs at his dead brother that he punches him.

If he just wanted to win that fight, he probably could have instead of practically wrestling with Steve. He’s not happy about the fight, he looks downright miserable, like he wants to cry, and he’s not really hitting Steve because he insulted him. He’s hitting Steve because he insulted his family. The brother that’s possibly dead, that is still missing, his mother who’s going insane and leaving everything to him, even prodding at how he was a ‘screw up’ like Lonnie.

In this moment, Jonathan is very much like Billy. Billy taunts and picks fights, but he doesn’t like them. He’s easing the lid on his own bottle, his own anger, and it eases the anger sure but then you just feel shitty, your hands hurt, your face hurts, you get backed into corners and panic, you lash out because you’re angry and you’re scared if you don’t stop fighting, your opponent will win. Your abuser will win. You’ll fear being seen as weak.

Jonathan’s lucky. He did get out. Steve provoked their fight, and he got his brother back, so it was okay. He got to focus on being a protector instead of on surviving. Billy had to focus on surviving and protecting the kid that’s been thrown into his lap.

Jonathan and Billy are very alike. Jonathan was just forced to grow a longer fuse and already had a heavy attachment to Will. Billy’s fuse is as short as the chain around his neck that Neil holds.

Maybe once, Jonathan was like Billy in some ways outside of the house. The ‘freak’ loner kid who punched other kids for calling him a pussy because his father already did at home. Because it made him manly even if he cried alone right after. Would explain why he had no friends, why people avoided him, why he didn’t seem to want friends until someone (Nancy) needed him to help them. Because he was a quiet kid with a fuse ready to blow at any second if someone said the wrong thing about him or Will. Maybe he got labelled a queer too because he brawled with the older kids who made fun of Will for being one too.

Who knows? We don’t know a lot about Jonathan pre-series outside of implications. The show relies on a lot of those when it comes to their abuse victims…

[furiousgoldfish]

I'm sorry if this is long and rambling I just needed to vent you can delete this on sight if you want :)

I struggle really hard with understanding wether I've been abused/neglected.

My mom was always inconsistent with her behavior afaik, but I don't remember any real instances of neglect from her. She was (is) being abused by her mother (who we lived with), and my dad was (is) a drug addict who I have gone low contact with. My mom has also been improving in her behavior which makes it so much harder to put any label on her.

I feel like my family doesn't quite match any defined abuse structure, and my early (and current) situation are too nebulous and shifting to clearly define them as abuse or not.

It honestly makes me feel so shitty to have trauma responses in the way I do without having any clear definition of what happened.

If you're having trauma responses, it's likely you've been put thru something traumatic, these responses would not form out of nothing, or for no reason. Your family situation sounds extremely chaotic, you already have an abusive grandmother, and your mother is only 'improving', which tells me she has done awful things to you in the past, and your father is not someone you could count on to be a consistent parental figure for you.

I believe it's the parental duty to protect your children from any abusers, and that includes abusive grandparents and even their own spouse, if they're unsafe and a threat to the children. I can tell you were not protected, that you were led to doubt yourself instead, to forgive and give everyone multiple chances, to wait and see if people improve and immediately accept their improved version and not question what they did in the past. Your situation now is very unstable and it feels like you can't rely on much, don't have much stability or certainty in anything, and that in itself, is not a healthy or safe environment for you to be in, you're not getting a safe home, a family, a place where you're loved and sure in yourself, a place where nobody has, or would ever do you any harm. You have been robbed of your home.

I don't know what else has happened to you, but your experience sounds traumatic, just from reading this one ask I can tell you didn't receive what you were meant to have as a child. And living without stability, structure and safety, is traumatic, and you were owed that much. Your responses are logical, if anything then because you were likely the one who always had to worry, make things work, adjust so you're not asking for too much, and anticipate unsafety and danger. That would be enough to give anyone trauma responses, having to deal with such an environment from a young age. You're not guilty for this, there is no shame. You've had it tough and it wasn't okay.

[cupcakestreets]

Touching base and flinging some ideas at you. What of Gateau's parents? Alive or dead? (If they're ghosts that must be awkward, mom nagging you to eat your vegetables from the afterlife.)

And did they know their son was a ghost whisperer with totally rad hair?

While Sweet is making the best of his time in Hisui, there's got to be times where he's homesick, right? What does he miss? Other than indoor plumbing and video games of course.

Just finished a couple pages of the project today. Paneling is a bitch. I will upload when I have more done. I currently don't know how many pages this is going to be. It got way bigger than I was expecting.

-- Warden Anon

Alright I've actually been stuing on this ask for a bit because I got the biggest brainworms about Gateau's tragic backstory. So TW mentions of: Abuse, and death ahead.

Gateau's parents were shitty. They started to shun their child as soon as their powers developed. Not only was he seen as a freak by his parents but also by the people in his village. The only one who treated Gateau (which btw is a name he chose for himself later on in life) was his older sister. His older sister had these powers as well but hers could be hidden easily as her hair did not float. When his powers developed she was there for them. His sister would offer guide lost souls and speak to spirits to put them to rest. Shortly after he developed his powers his sister was murdered and her body was never recovered. People believe it was a pokemon that got to them however Gataeu knew it was her abusive spouse, he died before he ever confessed. With no one there to protect him Gateau was once again shunned and ostracized by the village especially when he started protecting pokemon. Seen as a freak and only gained comfort from the kind ghost and pokemon he ran away. Sometimes he will hear his sister's song when he walked in a certain area of the forest. He will sing along and that song helps guide the ghost and lost spirits that have tragically lost their lives in the forest. When ever he hears her song he instinctively follows it and he will usually find shrine for him to rest at. Her voice also guides him to safety. He will sing her song quietly to himself when he works sometimes.

If you're curious about how I imagine their singing voices would be and the song I was listening to when I was thinking of them. Also this song gives me big Gateau energy! Listen to it.

To the light hearted part of this post: Sweet misses certain foods he knows he won't be able to make in the past... Like the Baja blast. He also does not miss his home too much as his life before was ... unfulfilling to say the least. He was a neet, and had a really shit roommate. Him getting isekaied was a warm welcome. He won't deny he misses the luxuries of the future though. Oh the convenience! How he misses the. He has to make his own oil paints now and they're hard to get! He misses art stores.

I hope these facts help hehe good luck on the project~

[salty-ironstrange-shipper]

I know we all agree that Howard was a shitty father but what’s your thoughts on Maria as a mother? I know we’ve seen nothing from her/her parenting but doesn’t it say a lot that she stayed in a marriage even tho her child was abused and neglected. I think she stayed for money reasons and that sucks

I was gonna let this sit for a hot minute to work on homework, but I am not gonna be able to think about anything else. SO. Thinking with the MCU because that's the canon I'm familiar with; comic and cartoon fans, feel free to have thoughts in the notes.

Firstly, important to point out that, like you said, we know very little about Maria as a mother and as a person. What we do know is indirect; we don't really see her parenting Tony, we just see bits and snippets of Tony's opinions and memories of her; she exists almost entirely in the negative space of her son. So there are probably a hundred different interpretations of her one can get from canon, and not be strictly more or less wrong than anyone else.

I do think it's unfair to immediately conclude that she stayed with her husband for money. We don't know about her personal financial situation, whether or not she had any money or her own, and what her perspectives on finances and divorce were. So while I won't say it wasn't a possibility, I don't think we can cleanly conclude this is what happened based on canon.

Second, we know more about Howard - we know that he was at best neglectful towards Tony (particularly emotionally), at worst physically abusive (based on a comic directly related to and inspired by the movies, which, admittedly, I have not read in full). We know also that Tony had a lot of complicated emotions towards his father, which is not strange or uncommon in abusive relationships. Abusive people aren't abusive all the time because they know no one would put up with them forever otherwise. "The cycle of abuse" exists for a reason. Add to that Howard's death, and I think as the movies get on (*cough* and as the writers showed less and less of an understanding of Tony and his relationships *cough*) Tony gains more of a rosy view of Howard that Howard himself does not earn, which also complicates things.

Third - On the other hand, I don't think Tony ever really says anything negative about Maria, even in the earlier movies when the writers didn't romanticize abusers. In fact, given his memories of her in Civil War and his line "He [Bucky] killed my mom", I would say he probably had a pretty close relationship with his mom, or at least better than he had with Howard. So I don't think she was abusive towards Tony.

So, fourth: why did Maria stay with Howard? Sadly, there are a lot of reasons people stay with abusers even when it becomes clear what they are, and one of those reasons is that it is often more dangerous to leave. Abusers are likely to become violent, even deadly; they stalk their victims, make it so they feel like there's no safe place to go, and often there isn't. Situations are further complicated by children - now, they have to try to protect another, defenseless person as well as themselves. Keep in mind also that an abused partner is likely to not have close relationships outside of their spouse precisely because an abuser will do everything they can to isolate their victim. (This is also one of the reasons why victims often are not believed - the only people they can tell are those who've been hand-selected by their abuser, who are friendly with them, who see that abuser as a "good guy" who would never do the things you said!)

Even if we assume Howard was never physically abusive towards Tony and Maria - even if he was never directly abusive to Maria herself - he was extremely rich, with close ties to SHIELD, making him a VERY powerful man. If she tried to leave, what power would she have to protect her son? With his resources, it would probably not have been difficult for him to get complete custody, even if just to punish her for leaving, or to keep as much control as he could over his son. I interpret Maria as someone who was likely a victim of abuse herself, and truly loved her son, and tried to protect and care him. Whether or not she was able to do so was not a reflection on the victim, but the abuser.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂! 𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛: 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝑾𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, supporting, justifying or encouraging mafia activities or lifestyle. This is all fictional and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

❅𝐾𝑖𝑚 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔

You huffed as you tried to zip up your dress but to no avail. It would not budge because of the baby bump that was growing. In one last attempt to zip it up, you actually ended up ripping the zipper, causing you to gasp in horror.

"Oh no." Your hand covered your mouth as you stared in shock at yourself in the mirror.

"Honey are you ready to go?" Hongjoong asked, as he came into the room.

Hongjoong noticed how you kept staring at your reflection in the mirror, immobile and not responding to him.

"Hey baby? What is it?" He came up behind you, his arms sliding down protectively around your stomach.

Unwillingly, you let out tears and started sobbing.

"I'm....fat." You whined as you wiped some tears off your face, effectively making some of your eye makeup smudge.

Hongjoong pouted and shook his head cutely at you.

"Baby no. You're not fat. You're carrying a baby, our baby. Our beautiful little bundle of joy that we created together and that I can't wait to bring into this world with you."

You smiled softly at his words. Placing a kiss to your cheek, he continued:

"You're absolutely beautiful love. And if I must admit, I think you look more lovely with the baby bump." He sent a wink to you through the mirror, causing you to burst out giggling.

"Tell you what? Let's skip the dinner date and just stay home and cuddle. Ok?"

❅𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎

Sitting on your bed, waiting for Seonghwa to come out of the bathroom, you kept replaying your mother in law's words in your head.

"I remember when I gave birth to Seonghwa. He came a little earlier than expected while his father was away on a business trip. So I had to go through the birth process all alone. You can imagine how scared I was."

Her story shook you to your core. Seonghwa often had to go away. What if the same thing happened to you? What if he misses the birth of your child? And you had to endure all of it alone?

You were so immersed in your worries, you failed to notice that Seonghwa was standing next to you and were woken up when his hand touched your shoulder.

"What is it my dear?" He asked, knowing something was troubling you.

"I don't want to go through this by myself..." You admitted, one of your hands going to your bump to get your point across.

Seonghwa understood what you were talking about, the way you kept quiet and became pensive when his mom told her story did not go unnoticed by him. Seonghwa kneeled in front of you. Taking your hands in his, he promised you:

"And you won't. I'm not going to leave you or our child alone during this time. My father missed my birth and it's something that he regrets to this day. I don't want to do the same. I want to be there for you and our baby. I'm going to be there every step of the way. I promise."

Leaning in, he sealed his promise with a kiss, and you were now much calmer with his reassuring words.

❅𝐽𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑢𝑛ℎ𝑜

You took a deep breath as soon as you stepped inside the house, relieved to finally be back in the comfort of your own home. It's not that you hated your in laws, but to have them constantly tell you how to take care of their future grandson, because apparently you don't know what you're doing, irritated you.

If you were honest, at times you felt like they just saw you as an incubator instead of what you really were: Yunho's wife and mother of his child. It was horrible.

You went to the kitchen and decided to prepare yourself a little snack. You opted for something on the spicier side since you were craving it really badly. Right at that moment, Yunho came in and when he saw what you were eating he quickly took it away.

"Hey!" You exclaimed, trying to get your food back.

"You can't eat spicy food. Mom said it increases the risk of a miscarriage. " Yunho said while holding the plate high above your head.

"No it doesn't! Now give it back." You desperately tried to jump and take it away from him.

"Y/N stop doing that. It could hurt the baby or-"

"Oh for fuck's sake Yunho will you shut up and stop repeating everything your parents say?! I'm sick and tired of them basically tell me I'm not a good mother. I already feel shitty enough as it is with the mood swings and pregnancy pains, and I don't need you or anyone else making me feel worse than I already do!"

You finally snapped. You turned around and began crying tears of pain, fear, rage and frustration. Yunho felt horrible. He realized now he should have protected you more but he didn't. Carefully, he hugged you from behind.

"Baby, you're doing an amazing job. You'll see, you're going to be the best mom in the whole world. I'm proud of you. And.... I'm sorry about my parents. I promise I won't let them have a say in how we raise our baby anymore. Ok?"

He turned you around and began wiping your tears away.

"Don't cry anymore love. I hate to see you cry. Could you please smile for me?"

❅𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔

It was already difficult for Yeosang and you to get pregnant. You spent almost 3 years trying, about to give up hope, when it finally happened. You were pregnant and Yeosang was elated with the news.

Although you and him were extremely careful, being your first child and everything, you still felt uneasy at times. It didn't help when you went to visit your family and ended up finding out all of your aunts have had at least 1 miscarriage before.

"Don't be so surprised dear. All women in our family have had a miscarriage."

You looked over at your own mother, who unfortunately had to confirm their allegations and tell you about the older sister you were supposed to have.

Since then you became paranoid. It was already a struggle to get pregnant, what if you were to actually lose the baby. One night, you had a terrible nightmare that had you shaking and bawling your eyes out. It was so intense, Yeosang had to wake you up and hold you for 10 minutes until you calmed down.

You then told him about what your aunts said, about your dream and your fear of something happening to your baby. Although Yeosang was scared as well, he had to be strong for both of you.

"Honey, please don't think such things. So far we've been very careful about this and the doctor says everything is fine. If you worry too much about this, it could be harmful."

"I know, I know Yeosang.....but what if I do have a miscarriage? What will we do then? How do we know we won't have one?" You asked him.

Yeosang held back the tears threatening to spill out. He refused to imagine that scenario in his head.

"We don't know Y/N, no one ever knows these things....but I do know that I love you and our baby. And I know we're doing our best. I can't promise you that nothing will happen....but whatever happens, I want you to know you're not alone. I'm here with you, by your side and we're going to get through all this together. No matter what comes."

Yeosang kissed your forehead reassuringly. Although he was scared, he had hope that both of you would be able to bring your baby into this world safely and unharmed.

❅𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖 𝑆𝑎𝑛

You immediately turned off the TV. You internally cursed yourself for watching another drama therapist show. You usually rolled your eyes when it turnt out someone cheated on their spouse, but this recent one made you paranoid. Because the husband had cheated on his pregnant wife because 'he had needs she couldn't fulfill'.

It got you paranoid. You immediately started wondering if San would ever cheat on you, that is if he hadn't already. It had been 5 months since you last had sex. For all you knew, he could be seeing someone else. As if on cue, San walked into the house.

"Hi honey. How's my lovely-"

"Who are you seeing?" You immediately accused him.

San looked at you as if you were crazy.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, genuinely confused.

"Don't lie to me! Who are you cheating on me with?" Maybe you were jumping to conclusions too hastily, but you were so anxious to think rationally.

"Who am I cheating on you with? What has gotten into you woman?" San could not believe what he was hearing.

That's when you broke down and confessed rather embarrassingly the whole situation. San listened to you patiently, without judgment and you felt worse.

"I'm sorry." You apologized.

"Baby it's fine, I get why you'd get worried, but trust me. I'm not some asshole that's going to cheat on my wife, who by the way is carrying my child. I mean seriously, who does that?" San actually cringed at the thought, making you laugh a little.

"Baby I love you and only you. And why would I want anyone else when I'm lucky enough to have all this?" San smiled as he pulled you close to him.

"So you still find me attractive?" You asked with doe eyes.

San chuckled.

"Baby I think you're the most beautiful person in the world. And besides....."

Carefully, he picked you up and began taking you to your bedroom.

"Who says we can't make love while you're pregnant?"

❅𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖

Mingi came into the house all happy. Wanting to surprise you with a date in a fancy restaurant, he waltzed into the room and hugged you tightly.

"Hi love!" He screeched loudly as he pecked your lips.

"And hello to you as well." He gently rubbed your belly, cooing softly.

He looked back at you, noticing that you loved out of sorts.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

"I'm just not in a good mood." You replied, your voice had a cold tone to it.

Mingi smiled. "Perfect! I know just how to cheer you up! I made reservations for a date! So why don't you make yourself look even more beautiful so we can go?"

"I don't want to." You said, sitting on the bed.

Mingi pouted at you.

"But baby. I really want to take you and our baby out. So please-"

"No Mingi! I told you, I'm not in a good mood! I'm cranky and this pregnancy is killing me, I'm sore all over my body and I'm carrying an extra 40 pounds that I'm not used to and it's all your fault!"

Mingi stood there, shook at your sudden outburst.

"My fault?"

"Yes! You were the one who wanted to have a baby, it was your idea yet you're not the one having to go through all this! It's me! You selfish idiot!" You crossed your arms and glared at him.

Usually Mingi would have been hurt by your words, but after months of dealing with your raging hormones, he knew you didn't actually mean what you said. Sitting next to you, he wrapped an arm around you.

"Come on Y/N, you know you don't mean that..."

Chuckling, he teased:

"And if I remember correctly, you were thrilled and wanted to immediately start trying when I brought up the idea of having a baby."

You poked your bottom lip out in annoyance, not wanting to admit he was right. Mingi laughed softly and kissed your pouty lips.

"Did you know you're even more adorable when you get all feisty and angry?" He said as he pinched your cheeks.

"Stop." You swatted his arm away, unable to contain the smile that soon spread on your face.

Mingi may be your annoying husband at times, but he always knew how to make you soft.

❅𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑊𝑜𝑜𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔

"Must you go?"

You held onto Wooyoung's arm, refusing to let him go.

"I'm sorry about canceling movie night darling, but it's important and the guys need me."

Wooyoung sighed as he put on his jacket and began loading his revolver.

"It's not that it's just..."

You stopped yourself and looked down. Wooyoung stopped what he was doing and caressed your arms.

"What is it babe?" He urged you to tell him.

You looked at him and told him:

"I'm scared ok? You've been doing this for years, but now I'm scared. Scared of something happening to you...or someone breaking in and hurting me or our baby..."

You couldn't form any more words, getting choked up with your emotions. You began thinking about all the worst case scenarios that could possibly happen. For all you knew, you could end up being a young widow and single mother for the rest of your life.

Wooyoung pulled you against him, his hand stroking your hair. That was all it took for you to start crying as you held onto him like your life or his depended on it.

"Sweetheart, I promised I'd protect you and I'm not breaking my promise. Nothing will happen to you or our child." He whispered softly.

"What about you? What if something happens to you while on a mission?"

Wooyoung actually let out a laugh at that.

"Babygirl, nothing can kill me. I'm practically bulletproof."

You hit his chest.

"What? It's true. Come on Y/N. I'm not about to let anything happen to me. I need to stay alive to be there and hold our precious daughter when she arrives."

You rolled your eyes.

"We don't know if it's a girl yet-"

"She's a girl! And that's final! We're having a girl!" He exclaimed, refusing to believe he was wrong.

❅𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖 𝐽𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑜

"What's on your mind honey bunch?"

Jongho knew you well enough to know something was troubling you.

"Do you think this was a good idea?" You asked him.

"Ordering food from this place? Definitely not. This is why I say we don't try new places." Jongho let out a tiny 'bleh' when he tried something that was a little too spicy for his liking.

"No....I mean...the baby."

Jongho dropped his fork and looked at you in shock.

"You're....you're not actually regretting this..are you?" He was afraid to hear your answer.

"No, not the baby .... but me." You said.

"You? Why?" Jongho got up and went immediately went to your side.

"I mean....what if I end up being a bad mother? What if I don't know what to do? I'm scared Jongho." You looked at him, face full of worry.

"Pumpkin, listen. I'm scared too. I mean.... it is our first time."

You both chuckled at that .

"But the thing is, we're both going to try our best to give our baby a good life and to protect it as best we can. And I can assure you that I think you'll be a wonderful mother."

Your eyes lit up at his comment.

"You really think so?"

Jongho nodded and pulled you onto his lap.

"I do. I mean, you take good care of Mingi. I'd say you already know the basics of taking care of a baby." He snorted.

You laughed despite not wanting to.

"You're so mean to him!"

"If you want extra practice, I can ask him to come."

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[mythiccheroacademia]

My Vow to You

A/N: Dragon King!Bakugo has my heart and so I wrote a little something based off a dream I had awhile ago. I like writing Bakugo with a spouse that’s just as much of a hardass as he is :’) I’m not sure if I’ll make a part two. This could stand alone butttt we’ll see. 

Important things to note: ~*Aurea: It means golden in Latin. This is your family name that is used in public. Even though you’re married to Bakugo, I made it tradition that you keep your last name for distincition purposes, but you’re a Bakugo when I addressed elswhere. That’s based off something from my own culture. Also, it’d be kind of weird if Bakugo said his own name lmao. You’ll get it as you read.  ~*You and Bakugo have dragon-like traits? Idk man. I just thought the red eyes and fangs added flare.

Word Count: 1.6k Pairing: Bakugo x Fem!Reader Warnings: blood, injury, death, there’s a severed head in there but the description isn’t gory, cursing

All Characters are 18+

My Vow to You:

You remembered the day you were wedded to your husband. It was one of the most treasured days between both the Crimson and Golden Tribes. A day so powerful and glorious in meaning that it was named the Holy Matrimony of the era.

That day, two of the most powerful tribes in the nation joined in hand to rule. Their people prospered, their land grew rich, their army went by the hundreds, and best of all, this would happen out of true love.

There was no contract—no arrangement. The only reason the two tribes had encountered was to trade. When you and Katsuki had first met during the primary meeting, the next day, he brought you his most precious stone to begin courting. From then on, it was like destiny took ahold of the reigns. At the wedding, you wore it proudly upon the crest of your head.

The dress, the decorations, and the gifts were all beautiful, but nothing could compare to the sight of your groom. When the warriors parted, revealing his path to the alter, you almost forgot how to walk.

Matching ceremonial tattoos were painted across his bare arms and chest. He stood tall under the weight of precious stones of ruby and gold and led the length of his white fur coat across the floor. And despite his heavenly appearance, his crimson eyes, full of love, regard, and dignity were what led your feet to stand before him.

Katsuki was as gorgeous as he was powerful. There was a moment of reverie between the two of you before you both kneeled, bowing your heads when the past Kings and Queens walked to the alter.

You remembered when you shared your vows, words of strength to affirm the sacred bond the two of you would never break. When you both spoke, each word was a threaded swear into the other’s heart. From that moment, you were not two, but one. You were no longer just a couple, but a union. Once the religious leaders had said their prayer, you two shared a kiss, anointing the other with the love you were ready to boundlessly give.  

That promise was seared into your heart. You would act on it every second you were married.

So, even as your guards worriedly rushed you into the infirmary, blood dripping from the open wounds on your body, you wickedly grinned in triumph. No one would be able to take this away from you.

Not that foreign king. Not his weak ass army. Not your worried parents.

And certainly not your raging husband.

“What the hell were you thinking? Damn it, Aurea*! You could’ve been killed!” he roared.

Honestly, he looked worse for wear. If it wasn’t the dark circles underneath his eyes, it was the obvious stiffness in his neck. Apparently, he had been at your bedside every minute during your three-day coma. He was worried to say the least. Bless his heart.

You tried to lighten the mood with a smile. “Aww, you do care. How kind of you, my beau~”

Evidently, the joke wasn’t appreciated. Katsuki’s face soured into an expression only a mother could love. His eye twitched and the guards winced.

“You want me to put you back in your shitty coma?”

“Bakugo, I’m fine,” you sighed, relenting to the seriousness of the situation. “I know you’re worried, but I made it out. I’m here, aren’t I?”

“That’s beside the point!” he snapped. Perhaps you wouldn’t have felt so attacked if it weren’t for the harsh glare he gave you. “I told you the Black Fleet was dangerous and yet you still acted foolishly! If Kirishima hadn’t found you—“

“I endangered no one—“

“No one but yourself, and that’s what you fail to understand!”

Despite your conscious telling you to calm down, his scolding got the better of you. And your temper rose like an ugly beast. “And if it were for the safety of you and any one of our people, I’d do it again; because when they threatened to put your head on a platter, it was personal! I won’t be scolded like a child for doing my duties as Queen!”

In better circumstances, Bakugo would’ve treaded lightly. He would’ve empathized with your sentiment. However, he had done nothing but stare at your bloody bandages and bruises for the past three days and his patience with just about everything ran thin.

“And I’m doing mine as King! If I tell you to stay away, what I fucking say goes!”

“I don’t know what kind of women you dealt with before me, but if you think that you can just order me around like some bitch, you’ve chosen the wrong woman to marry,” you seethed.

Bakugo’s furious scream thundered the hall and the guards jumped as his fist hit the wall. “ARGH! FUCK Y/N! WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME!?”

The use of your personal name in the presence of guards made you reel. Now he was just being disrespectful.

“YOU ARE NOT MY MASTER!” you shouted.

His eyes glowed with rage as he grew in size, a feat that would’ve sent anyone running. “NO, BUT I AM YOUR HUSBAND!” he boomed.

Your eyes turned to blood and fangs shot out from your lips as you roared, “AND I AM YOUR WIFE!”

Katsuki tried to subdue you with an intimidating growl, abnormally large canines bared towards you. However, you only matched it with your own. There was an intense moment between you two as your energies nearly bubbled over. However, one of the nurses at your bedside reminded you of your injuries.

“Please, my queen. If you’re not careful, you could reopen your wounds,” they softly spoke.

The gentle hand on your abdomen reminded you of the ache. You winced and sighed away the sizzling anger as you were led back into the comfort of the cot. The weight of your husband’s glare fell upon you for a moment more before he frustratingly blew out of his nose and turned on his heel, out the door.

Once the door slammed shut, you rolled your eyes. If he wanted to throw a tantrum, then so be it.

“Ungrateful brat,” you muttered. Just then, a sharp pain shot up your leg from one of the nurses changing your bandages. “Ow!”

They shrunk back and gave you a shy smile. “My apologies, your highness,” they giggled.

Despite your sour attitude, you just huffed a laugh from your nostrils. “Careful there,” you sighed. They ducked their head again in slight embarrassment and went back to tending to your wound with a softer hand.

The silence gently settled in the air as the atmosphere returned to its once lax state. When the nurses had finished patching you up and left you and the guards stationed in your room, you found yourself finally able to process the harsh exchange of words between you and your husband.

You couldn’t believe he would just order you around like that! Talking to you as if he didn’t know the type of woman he had been married to for the last five years. And to use your first name in the presence of non-family members? Mitsuki would have his head if she knew!

Regardless of that, you thought back to when you two truly lost your cool and frowned. You hated acting out of character, especially in front of a crowd, but you couldn’t help it. His words were an insult to your pride and abilities.

He was being ridiculous. You were the Dragon King and Queen, damn it. The fiercest rulers the earth would know, governing over two tribes with armies that sent shivers down their enemy’s spines at the mention of your name. And just as their people stood strong, their leaders were stronger, and that meant protecting their honors to no bounds.  

When the enemy sent your kingdom a severed head of a deceased warrior as a threat to have Bakugo’s next, there was nothing left to be said. You saw your chance to humble your foe and took it. And you succeeded. That should’ve garnered celebration, not a dispute.

You carefully turned on your side and noted your crown with the lone jewel he gifted you before you courted. Memories of your spoken vows ran across your mind and reinforced the stubbornness in your heart. You remembered the way his eyes, brighter than any precious stone, glowed with pride and love as he swore his life over to protect you by any means necessary.

You could still feel the warm squeeze he gave your hands when you repeated those same words back to him.

So if it was an apology he wanted, then tough luck. You wouldn’t apologize for defending his honor.

Not when you knew he’d do the same for you.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

So serious question albeit random. Advice on quitting a job with no back up plan? Or just thoughts? I’m seriously dreading going back to work tomorrow. I audibly gasped when I saw tuxedo cat drabble and it has been the only shining beacon of my day. 🥴🥴🥴

Financial independence is important, both in order to have the necessities and/or disposable income. Planning for and having reasonable financial independence relieves a lot of stress in life. It should not come at the expense of your physical / mental health.

I would not advise quitting your job without some sort of plan. If you are at a point that you have saved enough money to last you about 3-6 months (covering everything, rent, utilities, food, etc), then that is the best scenario to quit cold turkey. However, depending on the economy and where you live, such a thing might be impossible. Heck, even saving money in it of itself might be impossible right now. If you have someone in your life (parent(s), spouse, friend(s), etc) willing to front your cost of living while you are looking for a new job, then that could be an option. However, such is a privilege, and not everyone is lucky enough to be in that situation.

A job could be but does not have to be your passion. That being said, I do understand there are many factors that could make your job unbearable: bad management, shitty co-workers and/or customers, poor working conditions, etc. Some money is better than no money. It really depends on how bad it is. If your life / health is being compromised, then those are reasons to leave ASAP.

You can do the bare minimum at your current job while looking for other options (did I just say that? *whistles*). You might get lucky and find a better opportunity elsewhere. You may have to take something of lower pay for a while if only to protect your mental / physical health. Personally, a good work atmosphere is more important to me than how much money I make. Still, I would have some sort of back-up plan if I wanted to change careers, either pursuing further education to get a better job or having another job lined up so I don't have a gap in income.

Sadly, living costs money... TㅅT

There is a saying, "Choose a job you love and you'll never have to work a day in your life". I call bullshit. Even people who love their jobs have days where they are tired and just wanna go home. XD There will be days that feel like work and that's okay. That's life. It all depends on how you look at it. Work-life balance is different for everyone. Some things that may be your deal-breakers are simply minor inconveniences for others. It is important to find a job where you are comfortable and where it doesn't constantly stress you out.

But don't stress yourself out either, dreaming for an ideal rather than keeping your options open. Many people stumble upon their jobs / careers by accident, giving something "random" a chance. You never know, right?

Here's what I think. Work doesn't feel like work when you find people that you love working with. If the actual job itself becomes stressful, having people who understand and help you shoulder that turns a shitty situation into a funny story later. Keep an eye out for those that you want to work with during your next job hunt.

You will feel much better when you have a plan on what you want to do - learn a trade, go back to higher education, switch jobs, etc. If you need a temporary solution to get out of your current situation, look for a seasonal / temp job. There are many options available and, although they might not be desirable at the moment, it may be better than your current experience.

Cat-man Yoongi is always here to help, right?

... RIght?

*pokes tuxedo!Yoongi*

He grunts and rolls over, ignoring me.

Well.

I think that means yes. XD

[ironmandeficiency]

rain clouds

pairing: maxwell lord / reader

word count: 2813

summary: i don’t even know what to say abt this one except it’s filled with yearning

a/n: this was gonna be super soft and happy but then it got soft and sad and then soft and happy again. posting from mobile yet again. tbh idek if this makes a lick of sense, we will see

warnings: mentions of shitty parents (maxwell’s dad & alistair’s mom), hints at child neglect & cps, anxious max, don't worry it gets fluffy

maxwell lord hasn’t had a day off since he founded black gold cooperative. that business was his baby long before he had a living baby with his ex wife, and loved both just as much. there was no such thing as a “sick day” to max; any day spent sleeping or healing is a day lost in the pursuit of greatness, the pilgrimage to the top of the corporate food chain. the only one he would ever make an exception for is alistair, and even then work would sometimes interrupt.

there was a time, almost too long ago for him to vividly remember, where maxwell did more than work. when he actually got his hands dirty in something that didn’t have anything to do with corporate schemes, and laughed with genuine glee more often than scowled. it was a long time ago now, and no one would ever believe it if they were told that maxwell lord ever got dirty with, well, dirt.

“come on! you gotta try this, it’s great!” the memories of his only friend have become worn with constant reminiscing, his mind unsure as to what’s real and what he imagined to fill in the gaps left by age and new priorities.

maxwell had found a secluded section of the park down the street from the apartment you both lived in, one safe from the eyes of bullies and adults alike. his feet were bare as the day he was born while making leaps and bounds in the abundant mud puddles from yesterday’s rain. he did his best to not let what little joy he found be dwindled by circumstance — his shitty father and reticent mother and the lingering ghost of poverty — the way others lost theirs. max believed himself different than that and carried himself as such no matter what others said.

you were still on the sidewalk, watching your best friend with awe and curiosity. the idea of traipsing through mud barefooted was exhilarating, but you knew that if your clothes got dirty, your mother would hang you out to dry alongside the clothes you were wearing. how did it feel to have the mud between your toes, the rainwater soaking into your skin? you didn’t remember, but you would like to.

to be honest, maxwell didn’t expect you to join him. he didn’t think you would ever try to break out of the box of propriety your family shoved you in, not now or ever. but the next thing he knew, he heard another set of feet splashing around in the puddles he had just vacated, making a path to where he stood. a playful shriek he knew as yours rang through the air and he immediately turned to you, wanting to see your face as you enjoyed yourself for the first time in a long time. “maxwell, this is wonderful! why didn’t you get me to do this earlier?”

you never looked more beautiful to him than when the afternoon sun shone on you, your smile bright and laughter clear and joyous. you were free as lady liberty, splashing around like there wasn’t a single other thing you had to do. then you take his hand and max swears that he’s seeing stars. before you know it, you’re dancing in the mud to the song of the birds in the trees. is it just max’s imagination, or do you tell him you love him?

your lips are on his and it’s magic. his shirt is being gripped in tight fists and his hands are magnetized to your waist, holding each other tight enough to need a crowbar to separate you. there’s nowhere he would rather be than back there with you…

but it’s been far too many years since he’s seen or heard from you, there’s no telling if you’re even in the country still at this point. it took a long time for him to not dolefully gaze at every door you could walk through once he left for college, hoping to see that radiant smile and hear you say his name so reverently.

but these days, reverence is the last thing maxwell thinks he deserves, not after the dreamstone debacle. hell, he isn’t even completely convinced that he can adequately take care of alistair despite the low standards his father and his ex-wife have presented him with. despite these doubts (and the perplexing way that everyone acted as if he never almost took over the world), he was just given full custody of alistair when the school called cps on his ex-wife for neglect. it was a terrible way to get a second chance at doing right by his son, but it’s a second chance nonetheless.

after seeing sense and liquidating black gold while he still could get something to survive with, he and alistair found a two bedroom apartment in a nice part of town. it was miniscule compared to what he had but it was a sight more than what he could have ended up with. besides, max had no time to be frivolous when he had his son to protect.

back to the grindstone he went. he knew that people would recognize him if he kept his current appearance and name, so he retired the lord name and decided on another fresh start. he slowly adjusted to using lorenzano after so many years rejecting it, got the blond removed from his hair. he found a job in financial advisory, and ironically enough, he was damn good at it. he knows what he’s doing when it comes to money that isn’t his, who’d have thought?

he actually knew a couple people from work that he almost considered friends. honestly he wasn’t sure what that word meant anymore, didn’t remember the feelings that were supposed to be associated with having them. but it was enough, truly more than enough; because this progress meant that he was dragging himself out of the grave he dug, because he was taking care of his son first and foremost.

alistair was put into a new school; nothing fancy, just the nicer public school that was a pleasing midpoint between work and their apartment. the first day he attended, alistair came home with so many good stories about the friends he made and the games they played at recess. within a few months he had been contacted by his teacher who had nothing but praise for little alistair lorenzano. his little boy was excelling and max couldn’t have been more proud than he was during that phone call. seconds after he hung up, he found alistair in his bedroom and wrapped him in a massive hug, making sure to emphasize the fact that max was proud of his son.

and then there was his neighbor. they lived across the hall from him and max would only catch the tail end of their arrivals and departures to their apartment. he did think it was rather odd, their strangely adept ability at avoiding him. if he didn’t know any better he’d think it was on purpose.

it wasn't intentional — not quite.

you had been avoiding your neighbor, but it had nothing to do with the oil commercials or dreamstone debacle — your new neighbor made you sad. the feeling would hit every time you saw him. his mere presence dusted off long-worn and cherished memories of a time where the sun felt warmer on your skin, where smiles came easier than heartache.

it took a long while before you realized why: it was because this mystery man reminded you of a love long lost to the dagger of circumstance. something about his walk, or maybe his hands during the times you’d see him open his apartment door, reminded you of what an older maxwell lorenzano could have been. the section of your heart that housed your thoughts of maxwell had been wrapped in caution tape with every hazard sign known to man flashing around it for many years, not wanting to venture there for more than a few moments in fear of hurting yourself even more.

if only you realized it was really max that you were so adamantly avoiding.

three months went by of max wondering why he still has yet to meet his neighbor. not that it was imperative to his daily survival, but his curiosity was all but tearing him apart at the seams. he didn’t know what else to do; yes he wanted to know his neighbor, but how did he go about that when they never saw each other?

“just knock on their door, daddy. be their friend, like you tell me to do when i go to school.” the childlike innocence alistair speaks with betrays the actual feasibility of the idea. maxwell was overthinking everything! people talked to their neighbors all the time! this could just be a simple “hey are you doing okay?” and the chips would fall where they may.

maxwell ruffles his son’s hair affectionately, pulling him into a small hug. “you know what? that’s exactly what i’m gonna do. thanks buddy, i’ll be right back.” it’s only across the hall, max isn’t gonna be gone long.

it’s been years since he’s done anything this casually daring. everything he did for decades was all high risk yielding high reward. talking to his neighbor should seem simple in comparison — it presented no drastic consequence if it went belly up, he almost never saw his neighbor anyway. that wouldn’t change after he finally sated his curiosity, certainly not.

once alistair’s homework is finished and is entranced by the television, maxwell decides to head next door, being sure that the house keys are in his pocket before shutting the door. he probably should have thought it out more than he did — he had no idea about his neighbor’s work schedule or if they had kids or a spouse, if they were a serial killer or an introvert. or even worse, if they happened to be someone who remembers everything he’s done. that would be his luck, his first true attempt at making a friend being thwarted with the magnitude of his past sins.

he doesn’t hear his own front door open, alistair’s head poking out to watch his dad. “knock, daddy!” he whisper-shouts and nearly shakes maxwell out of his skin. the little boy laughs at his dad’s startled expression before nodding and shutting the door back.

max went to knock but realized with his knuckles only an inch from the wood that his hands were peculiarly slippery. when did maxwell’s hands get so clammy? there was nothing to be nervous about. he was just going to attempt to make a friend, like his son simplified.

but the thing is, maxwell knows that it’s been decades since he’s had a friend. the last time someone outside of his son was kind to him not for the zeroes he wrote in checkbooks was you, and sometimes he even doubted that you were real. there are hazy memories of him as a teen that splashed in mud puddles and kissed a being of pure sunshine with the innocence of youth. he hopes they’re real, for his sake and for the sunshine he romped around the park with. maybe memories of him are keeping you sane the way your memory did for him.

as his thoughts spiraled, maxwell lost his nerve. with a heaping dose of irrationality, he didn’t want to disappoint whoever was on the other side of the door. turns out, there was no one on the other side.

“excuse me, did you need something?”

your first instinct when seeing a man almost knocking on your apartment door, on a normal day, was not to be so polite. but you were having a strangely good day and there was no reason to bring down the positive energy with an abrasive attitude. plus, the man looked so conflicted. he seemed to need a friend.

“i, uh, live across the hall, have been for a few months and never got to meet you.” a small gesture to the side shifted your attention to the door across from yours — and the little boy who had the door cracked just enough to see the interaction between you and who you think must be his dad.

this man’s voice, something about it was familiar. he moved from in front of your door and extended his hand towards you in an effort for a decent introduction. “i’m maxwell lor-lorenzano.”

maxwell lorenzano. you never would have thought that out of all the people to have graced this apartment building, he would be one. his hands were still softly strong and shoulders still broad. his eyes were still the same striking shade of brown, but there was a lot more pain there, a lot of experience that was clearly pushing him down by his shoulders and into the depths of anguish. yet there he was, keeping his head above water and still being kind. this truly was your max.

you take his hand with a soft smile, squeezing it gently as you give your name. “it’s been a long time, max.”

max couldn’t believe it. after all these years, it was you.

you had moved in across the street from him in his early teenage years and had become acquainted when walking to school and home. the two of you trekked through high school together, ignoring the cruelty of classmates and focusing on getting to the future, to freedom. hope of being friends after high school was abundant in the beginning, but soon your paths sent you further and further away from each other and towards a future neither of you were sure you wanted without the other.

“it really has been a while. i- i uh,” he could barely string a sentence together anymore. his shock and joy of seeing you again had his brain melting into goo and his tongue an almost immovable weight. “i missed you.” the blood rushed to your face the way it always did when you were with max. even when stuttering over his words and a hand rubbing at the back of his neck, he was still charming.

max noticed your attire and the wet umbrella in hand and was immediately taken back to that day spent in the park after it rained, when he . the sunshine on his skin, your smile that never failed to take his breath away…

a soft smile was on max’s lips but his eyes were somewhere else. “max? is everything okay?”

“do you remember the day we went to the park, when we splashed in the puddles and-“

“and when i kissed you? i could never forget if i tried.”

you really did kiss him! it made him want to do it again, as many times as you would let him. but that brought one little stipulation with it: alistair.

what would you say when you found out he had a son?

before max’s thoughts could dampen your reunion, you continued, and with every word, you solidified your place in his heart. “maybe we could do that again some time, just like we used to. and you could bring your son too, if you’d like.” you were jumping out on a limb by assuming that the little boy was his son, but with the apparent protectiveness max displayed around him when you see them together, what else could he be?

“that sounds so fun! can we, dad?” alistair made his presence known by pummeling into max’s legs, nearly knocking him over with an excited hug. you grinned at the affection, watching max’s eyes fill with warmth as he gazed at his son. “i don’t see why not. just change into some play clothes and get your raincoat from the hall closet.”

alistair shoots with glee and is immediately running back to the apartment, excited to change clothes and play in the rain. you watch max’s eyes as they light up at alistair’s happiness, that flicker reminding of you of when you were younger and the world was kinder to you both.

here was your second chance with max, another opportunity to be with someone who never stopped loving you even as the seasons changed and the zeroes increased. “i’ll let you guys get changed, come knock when you’re ready to go.”

feeling an uptick in bravery, max placed a quick peck to your cheek before he turned toward his apartment. “will do, see you in a few.” the risk he took was well worth seeing you grow bashful at the affection, eyes flitting to your shoes before back at him, a soft smile across your lips. you watched him walk away before going back into your apartment, waiting for the rest of your life to begin at the rapping of knuckles on solid oak.

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[captnjacksparrow]

Hi! Been reading your blog for a while now and I'm just wondering: what do you think about Sasuke and Naruto as parents or spouses (to their respective wives, because to each other we all know they are the best). Because with both of them, I would like to think that they'd do all they can to be the best parents they can to their kids, and yet... They seem to be such shitty parents? (Boruto is an abomination of an series I know, but I keep an eye out for all the sns scenes here and there because IT'S WHAT WE DESERVE I mean dilf Sasuke and Naruto are top tier.)

Well, they can be the best parents if Naruto's dream was not to become a Hokage and Sasuke's goal was not to maintain the peace they fought so hard for.

It's as simple as that.

Ask Naruto and Sasuke to work as a simple Jounin who carry out different missions and come back to home regularly playing home with their wives. If they do, then they can be the best parents to their kids.

As far as I remember, considering all the previous Hokages, Tobirama was never married... Hiruzen was married but he had a strained relationship with his son Asuma... Minato was married but he died protecting the village and left his son alone (which is not Minato's fault), Tsunade wasn't married, Kakashi too.

All the previous Hokage's life screams one thing. If you are going to be a Hokage, Don't marry. If you want to marry, Don't have kids.

And yet when it comes to Naruto, people expect him to marry, have kids, be a good father. How is it humanly possible????

As far as Sasuke is concerned, he was never designed to be a person suitable for marriage. He is like a lone ranger who likes to do stuff on his own accords. He is just like Madara in that aspect. Totally Goal Oriented. And his current goals are just like Naruto. But he was forced to get married and have a kid. How can he be a good father?

People who shoulder heavy responsibilities cannot play a parental role similar to a common citizen's parents. Their kids have to deal with this fact and come to an understanding as soon as possible.

[thegeminisage]

I'm so sorry if this is rude or disrespectful, I just wondered if you think Mary Winchester was a bad parent too?

WELL first of all i don’t think mary has ever done anything wrong in her entire life even when she did so jot that down

by which i mean i AM a mary winchester apologist. if she ever did do anything wrong no she didn’t. if she does have shitty taste in men no she doesn’t. you see what i’m saying? and by the way like fuck the audience for not loving to her just because she had her own agenda and wasn’t always bending over backwards to take care of dean’s pwecious wittle feewings. like he’s a grown-ass man. why were we STILL expecting the women in his life to do that kind of emotional labor for him in 2016 smh this is why she got refridged i’ll be bitter about it until i die

but to actually attempt to put all of that down and answer your question: i think she just wasn’t a parent. like i don’t mean in the deadbeat way i mean she LITERALLY wasn’t there to do any parenting. by the time your kids become adults 95% of your parenting duties are finished - mostly older parents of adult children offer wisdom and emotional support/a financial safety net in trying times, right? but when mary came back, she was YOUNGER than them; what wisdom did she have to offer? same on the other two fronts - finances mean nothing in supernatural, and as for emotional support, she had just lost her entire life and gotten captain america’d 33 years forward into the future to, again i stress this, HER CHILDREN BEING OLDER THAN HER. she couldn’t offer any emotional support because she was the one needing it...and dean kind of screwed the pooch on that one, because he needed some serious emotional support himself, and he threw a tantrum about not getting it from her, about her not being the mom he remembered.

and as an aside: speaking on the mary dean remembered, i DO think she was a good parent for the first four years of dean’s life. she tried to keep her voice down on the phone when she fought with john, and tried to convince john to come home to their kids - even when she disappeared for a few days to go on werewolf hunts, there’s no evidence that she didn’t believe she was leaving her kids in capable hands (because i also prefer to think that john was a decent parent/person before the fire; it’s more fun and fucked up that way). we know she fed dean and made him feel safe because he has fond memories of both. and she REALLY wanted to be a mother - this mothering urge never really left her (look how she throws longing glances at children and parents in public, look how she is with jack - she never totally stopped missing her little boys). there’s no reason to assume she didn’t give it her all. 

but again, once she’s back, there’s not much parenting left to be done, and what there is left to do is all stuff she’s incapable of. even after mary and dean made their peace and formed a stronger, more honest relationship after the end of s12, i’d argue that it’s not a mother and son relationship. she’s a little motherly with him sometimes as a treat to them both; she wants to mother, and he wants to be mothered. but they’re sort of just tacitly agreeing to play pretend because it makes them both happy - she’s still younger than him, and he’s still as protective of her as ever, just the same way he’s protective of john and sam. 

so if they’re not mother/son, what are they? well, mary and dean both functionally filled the gap as john’s spouse, so instead i think they act as peers/equals/maybe even siblings? even though we don’t see as much of mary and sam’s relationship (which is a SHAAAME) i’d argue that the two of THEM have a more traditional mother/son dynamic. mary is one of the people who falls in next to dean as sam’s co-parent (along with cas, who DEFINITELY doesn’t have a parental dynamic with sam, but functionally protects him at all costs like a parent would because that’s what dean does and dean is his life partner).

so all of that is to say: no, i don’t think mary was a bad parent simply because she never got to BE a parent. we don’t really know what kind of parent she would have been - when your kids are that young it’s hard to fuck it up as long as you keep them fed and cared for and don’t neglect or abuse them. we never got to see her do the hard childhood/teenhood stuff and we never will! like she simply was not there because she was like, dead. i guess some people might blame her for being dead (like john...) but one could also argue she’d have never made the deal if she had known how it would have turned out. 

but i think what matters most in the end, to both mary and her boys, is that she’s there and they’re not on the outs with each other. the winchesters have such fucked up and complicated family dynamics that that’s pretty much the best you can possibly expect, so it makes me happy that they got there for a little while <3 even if it got ruined later :/

[spn masterpost]