#there are parents who have gone through hell and a lot worse and still end up being a hundred times better and kinder

[celestial-sapphicss]

it's good that i already don't like jim as a guardian so i am not affected by wheather jim being homophobic in the previews is accurate or out of context, i do worry for little li ming though 😭

"but vi he's tryin-" no i have ZERO empathy and understanding for any bad guardian/parent. i don't care if you have trauma, i don't care if you're poor, i don't care about how difficult your like is, i don't care how much you love the kid but struggle to show it.

if you have to take care of a kid, you do so with love and affection and care regardless or your circumstances, which jim is not the best at, which automatically makes me dislike him as a character, no greys, only black & white.

yes you make mistakes as a parent, but you can always make it up to them, and it costs literally nothing to be kind. stop projecting your problems on your children

[gabessquishytum]

Dubcon mating with alpha dream except hob knows EXACTLY what hes doing:) hob has been all but throwing himself at dream all semester all "ohh wow i would NEVER leave MY alpha like that.. too bad i dont even have one :(" hell cut it as close as possible going to class through his pre heat just to hopefully give dream a wiff of how slick and fertile he is. Dream does not seem to notice. But hob is one of the few omegas in the school this year so hob thinks his chances are pretty good to be able to get him in rut. He follows dream to his office all smug and confident. But he wasnt prepared for how overwhelming getting held down and rut fucked was!! Hes trying to crawl away despite himself but only gets hornier when dream physically drags him back. Hob has fooled around before but never done more than some over the clothes stuff with an actual alpha.. dream gives him his first knot and latches his teeth to the back of his neck to mate him as well. Hob is a bit teary and dream still hasnt come back to himself.. his pants were ripped off his body along with his underwear but dream lays on top of him so hes not cold. Hob is determined to keep his alpha though. Hes got his gym clothes in his bag and he drags dream off to his own room, planning to hide long enough that the bond solidifies and an emergency break wouldn't be possible anymore :) good thing dream isnt awake to make hob see someone for that!! Hes got a weird sense of honor and hob is doing all he can to make the bond permanent before dream can get in his way :)

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Oh YES. Sneaky, sneaky Hob. This is excellent.

Hob is ambitious, ok? He’s been told all his life that he’ll never get anywhere or be anything. He sees it as his job to prove people wrong. So he has a plan: put himself through uni, get a fantastic fucking job, and get himself the most eligible alpha he can find.

Not necessarily in that order.

Dream is just perfect. Clever, rich, handsome. Hob can’t understand why anyone would leave him, but he’s not complaining. With Dream’s previous mating bond gone, Hob is free to make his move. He’s a little scared of how it will work out, but Dream has been nice to him and shown an interest in Hob! Not in a sexual way, but that’s only because he’s too professional. Hob is sure that Dream won’t object to them being mated. Hob isn’t the perfect omega, but he’ll do his best. He’s (mostly) a virgin, and he plans to take good care of his alpha. What more could Dream want?

And once he becomes lucid again, Dream is surprisingly compliant. He doesn’t seem angry. He panics at first, but once Hob assures him that he wanted Dream to fuck him and mate him, he just kind of… accepts it. He takes Hob home to his big empty house. He just seems pleased to have an omega around the place!

Hob gets his comeuppance for his sneakiness, because the house isn’t entirely empty. Dream soon introduces Hob to… his son. Orpheus is preschool aged and spends his time split between Dream and Calliope’s homes. Hob is suddenly thrust into the role of step-parent to a child who could conceivably be his sibling, while Dream breathes a sigh of relief because he really needs all the help he can get with Orpheus.

But Hob doesn’t believe in giving up! He rolls up his sleeves (figuratively and literally), speedily reads a couple of websites about blended families, and decides that he’s going to be the best fucking step-parent anyone has ever seen. He does regret his underhanded behaviour a tiny bit, but he’s made his bed and now he’s going to lie in it.

And he still gets to ride Dream’s dick at the end of the day, so… it could be a lot worse. Every time Dream grabs him at the waist and pulls him back onto his cock, shoving his knot more firmly into his hole, Hob remembers how it all started… and he’s honestly really looking forward to his next heat. Dream fucked him so good in his rut, so Hob is pretty sure that spending a pheromone loaded heat with him is going to be amazing. And maybe they’ll even make a little sibling for Orpheus :D

[stevesbipanic]

Season 1 Steve meets season 4 steve

And boy does he have questions

This is weird. Steve was almost 100% sure he fell asleep at Eddie's last night. They'd gone to a bar with Robin and Nancy and he had crashed with Eddie which he'd done almost every night these days. So how did he end up in his room at his parents house?

He can hear someone downstairs, so maybe Steve had gotten confused and they'd gone to Steve's? Steve didn't think he'd been that drunk to forget that. Maybe Eddie was making him breakfast? That was sweet of him, with a smile he got out of bed and trudged downstairs to the kitchen.

"What the fuck!"

Steve had barely rubbed the sleep from his eyes before his eardrums were assaulted by a very familiar voice. Wait a minute, he can't possibly be hearing the voice.

He looks up and there in the kitchen, looking very alarmed and holding a knife, is him, at 16 years old.

"I shouldn't even be surprised at this point," Steve's grumbles as he moves past a very confused young Steve and pours himself some coffee.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"C'mon Steve you haven't had all those concussions yet, can't you recognise this pretty face?"

"You're me?"

"The one and only!"

"But but how!?"

Steve sighs, "Well what's today's date?"

"December 2nd 1983."

"Oh good so you've seen the crazy shit, that'll make this easier. Look stuff gets worse, a lot worse before it gets better, and either this is a brain bleed from all my concussions or another weird Upside Down thing, hell maybe you're Vecna back from the dead I don't know, Dustin probably would know,"

"Who's Dustin? Who's Vecna? You mean there's more of those fucking monsters around? Am I safe? Is Nance safe?"

"Oh right you're still with Nancy. Yeah yeah she's safe don't worry, well I assume her and Robin got home safe. Dustin is your little brother, no not biologically thank god our parents don't need more kids to fuck up, but he's super smart, a brat but you're gonna love him. Vecna is like a super creepy dude that's kinda causing everything but he should be dead, I think, probably."

"I break up with Nancy?"

"That's what you take from that? Look Nancy breaks up with you, it's rough, it's going to fuck you up for awhile but you'll be ok, just stop being bullshit ok? Like seriously drop the King Steve stuff it's so tiring."

"Ok um fuck, FUCK. What are you even wearing dude? Is this really what I become?"

Steve looks down at what he'd slept in last night, ah that's going to be a bit rough to take in.

"So um, Steve, kiddo, me.... Do you know Eddie Munson?"

"That freak senior yeah?"

"Well. This is his shirt."

Young Steve's eyes widen, "Why are you wearing Munson's shirt."

"Ok so you know those times you've looked at the guys in the locker room, turns out that's not what straight guys generally do..."

"What the fuck do you mean! I'm not gay dude!"

"I know that. You're bisexual, don't worry there's tears but Robin explains everything. Oh Robin you're going to love her, she's your best friend, an actual best friend this time."

"So what I'm dating Eddie the Freak?"

"Yep, and let me te you he lives up to that name, fucks you real nice,"

"I LET HIM FUCK ME!?"

"Total bottom, but don't worry you'll have all these revaluations in time."

Young Steve looks like he's going through the five stages of grief all at once.

"Look all this is very tiring for me, so I'm going to go back to bed, if you're not here when I wake up, just remember what I said alright?"

Young Steve nods slightly and Steve takes this as enough before heading back up to his room. He lays down and closes his eyes before waking up to a much better sight.

"Hey sweetheart, get a good sleep?"

"I had the weirdest dream..."

[hyperfixation-symposium]

I'm a q!Bad defender to my soul, and I want to talk about why I am frustrated with a lot of the (characters) responses to his current lore!!!

I am not talking about the cc!s only the characters!! I don't think anyone intentionally broke into his lore or broken anything lorewise this is just about the characters!

Bad has been on a downwards spiral for a while now, and it has been clear to everyone in his life. However, so few people have acted in this need to help him, and now, they seem shocked that he didn't get better! And that he got worse!

Instead of channeling anything into helping him, they're only pushing him farther away.

When the vacation arc started, it didn't seem to take long for people to realize it was less of a vacation and more a way to excuse his more unhealthy behaviors he was indulging in. However, instead of reaching out, the people in his life told him he needed help, but didn't offer any. They told him he should take a break, but still pushed their responsibilities and expectations on him.

They watched as he got worse, all insisting it was fine with a smile on. But you know who knew, who understood, who tried to do the most for him?

The eggs.

Bad's kids, as well as the other eggs, love their tio Bad. Tio Bad visiting is like Christmas, but for the best armour and supplies. Tio Bad visiting is comfort and dedication, it's safety.

The eggs knew the most about how much he was suffering, and took the most action to help. Because they could tell he wouldn't push anyone to act for him. They were grounding but also incredibly supportive.

Bad could argue about politics with Forever, he could fight and get no credit, he could leave gifts unrecognized and never repaid, all was okay if he had his kids.

Then the furniture gets stolen.

Everyone was quick to jump on him. In a moment all the work he had ever done didn't seem to matter. He was imprisoned unfairly, questioned, hell the way he ran from the place you could tell it bothered him. And he only got 1 apology from Cellbit for that damned day.

It seemed as if everything he did disappeared into the background of Bad taking a (frankly, easy to get) resource. It wasn't right of him to do, but all the sudden he was evil for it. He didn't even do it this time.

If there was one easy thing to push his mistrust of others over the edge, it was that. But it was okay, because he still had his family.

And then the eggs disappeared.

Bad was already low. He had dealt with everything Dapper was hiding from him, Pomme admitting she wasn't well either, but they could get through it together. Family.

And then they were gone. Without a trace, without an indication of where they might have gone.

And everyone goes a bit insane. Forever, one of Bad's closest and most trusted friends, ends up on Cucurucho meds, and then in a coma. While trying to help him, trying to keep the other parents spirits up, no one is doing the same for him. He's alone in his house, talking to a statue of his best friend. Never so far away.

And then finally, when everything is falling apart, he accepts who he is. A demon, an ancient creature capable of terrible things, and a father. A father who will do anything for his children.

Including hurting an innocent.

And now, as people are finding out about this, they're getting upset at him. How could he, reach such a low! But they're not recognizing that they never helped him. They never refused to let him go until he got proper help, hell, the room Forever made for him was so so late in Bad's cry for help. Which is not to minimize it, hell, Bad himself said it was the first time in a long time that it felt like everything was going to be okay. It was the first time he didn't antagonize Ron openly, even gave him gifts. And I feel like that's a show of just how much Bad needed someone, anyone, to be the person he was for them to him.

And now he could loose all of that again.

It all feels like it was doomed to fall. When a person who gives others their everything never gets anything in return, what happens when they run out of things to give? When everything they worked for is gone?

Maybe move away. Where no one can find you. Take whatever is left and go.

Bad's family is shattered. Bad is shattered.

And while I don't blame anyone for being upset at him, I wish it was recognized how much they didn't help him before, how much effort they put towards their own things disregarding him in a way he never did them.

The one major expection?

q!Foolish.

In this essay I will shot for talking too much

Anyways. No proof reading we die like Juanaflippa! Ofc this is all roleplay and Bad's cries for help could be put off or overlooked for many reasons and I don't blame the CC!s for anything I love all the characters. Back to real life I go

[sucrosette]

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For Day 14 of Carry on Countdown 23, Blade. @carryon-countdown

Basil's gone and done it. Poor lad's gotten himself stabbed, and it's only taken 3 years out of law school. At the very least, his nurse seems nice enough.

Rated T for near-death experiences, excessive cussing, and Basil checking out his nurse too blatantly.

This is part 1 of the Nurse/Lawyer AU I started on Day 8.

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‘Oh, bloody hell–’

I need an ambulance. There is a gaping wound in my gut. I am losing a lot of blood. I have enough presence of mind to shrug off my jacket and ball it up to press over the wound. Vaguely, as if from very far away, I think about how I should call for an ambulance. I don’t think I’ve got consciousness enough in me to make the call.

I should really make the fucking call.

I keep fumbling over the keys to my phone as I stumble my way through the alley and out onto the pavement. 999 should not be this hard to dial. My fingers should not be this bad at dialing three whole numbers. Especially not if they’re just the same number repeated thrice over. If I can manage to make it to the pavement I can dial bloody emergency. I’d never seen a blade go so deep past skin before. I don’t think I have enough strength to keep standing.

I shortly find out that I do not.

I am flat on the ground. Did I pass out? Maybe for a moment. Apparently, I’ve managed to get through to emergency though, because someone is asking me to answer on the other end of the line. Someone is Asking my name and situation. Vaguely, I pull my phone closer to me, close enough so the operator can hear.

“Stabbed…” is about all I can mutter out, but she asks for my name and location, so at least I know she heard me. I sigh out, laying flat on my back and staring up at the moon in the sky above.

I manage my location. The moon is blinking at me, blurred morse code messages I can’t quite decipher. Or my eyes are closing and my consciousness is slipping. I can’t really tell which it is, but the latter seems more likely.

I repeat the intersection one more time into the phone. I think the operator is talking me through keeping consciousness, but I don’t think she’s going to succeed. Somehow, I give my name, or at least part of it. The operator sounds really worried for me. What was her name? Crystal? Maybe Krystal. Krystal with a K is such a choice of a name– Kardashian fodder stuff. Not that I’m judging my only link to potentially surviving this whole situation. I will judge her parents though.

“Is your name Crystal with a C or with a K?” The operator stops talking for a whole two seconds, and I cough out a laugh in the moment of silence. I am not doing well, but at least she confirms her name starts with a C. “That’s good Crystal, your parents aren’t shite people.”

The moon is still flashing its blurred morse code at me. Probably, it’s also trying to tell me how to stay conscious. The moon is worse at this than Crystal is.

“I’m sorry, darling, but I think my capacity for staying alive might be a touch dodgy at the moment–”

Crystal keeps talking, telling me to keep pressure on the wound, not to move, ect ect. I don’t register all of it. Distantly I hear sirens.

The world goes dark.

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I wake up in a hospital bed and for a moment I’m surprised enough that I woke up at all that I fail to see the pretty nurse next to me. I apparently managed to skip the whole ambulance ride and repair process too. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. I’m also starving. I also really need a drink. I also really need to take a piss.

Alright, body, calm the fuck down, one step at a bloody time.

I start sitting myself up, groaning the whole while, and the nurse who had been diligently taking my vitals drops everything to stop me in my tracks. “Hey, there, Handsome,” the nurse says with her hands on my shoulder, gently keeping me in place, and I can’t help but notice that they’re stronger than they look at a glance. Either that or I’m especially weak in my freshly stabbed state. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Bathroom?” My voice cracks on the word. Lovely. I’m making a lovely first impression. Fuck.

“Well, let’s get you into a chair. You’re not quite standing ready just yet.” Their voice is terribly gentle despite the seriousness of their tone, sweet and steady, a comforting thing, and in my probably still somewhat drugged state I almost say as much.

Instead, I keep my head enough to respond in a very smart and on topic way, “That bad?”

“Not as bad as it could’ve been,” they answer lightheartedly. And then I see their name tag and pronouns neatly displayed on their chest. Simon.

Alright, Simon.

I roll the name around in my head while she fetches my chair. It’s not a bad name, a bit simple though. Mother wouldn’t have picked it, but then again her chosen husband had an equally boring name, so I suppose that doesn’t really matter, does it?

Crowley, my mind’s all over the place. Where the bloody hell do I get off on comparing Simon to my father right off? I mean clearly he wouldn’t be a homophobe given he was at minimum an out part of the community. That didn’t outright exclude bigots or internalized homophobia but, you know—

I should probably stop thinking so much. My head’s starting to hurt with the liberties it’s taking about someone I’d exchanged a whole five lines of dialogue with.

Oh, thank fuck the chair is here. I start sitting myself up again, but Simon’s quicker, already there to guide me up and over.

…It’s a process.

I feel so bloody betrayed by my body, but Simon talks me through it and I suppose that’s help enough. Embarrassing still, though. Even more embarrassing how I can’t stop myself from noticing how soft his sun-streaked hair looks, how striking his eyes.

As if meeting someone via stabbing was a great way to start a relationship or form an attachment. Fuck’s sake, she’s a nurse, Basil! This is her place of work, I literally know better. I’m just asking to catch a harassment case at this rate.

I just sit for a while in my chair after the whole affair’s done with, my head leaning probably too far back and my gaze intent on the ceiling.

“Do you want to stay there a while?” Simon interrupts my fugue and I realise I’ve probably been holding him up from the rest of her patients.

I shake my head, “No, I’m bloody starving though. Thirsty too.”

“Well,” she starts, not stuttering a second while she’s helping me back into bed, “Technically it’s past supper, but I’ll see what I can manage for you, Tyrannus.”

“Baz,” I correct, even though I’m never this informal with strangers, “Baz or Basil, please.”

“Baz,” Simon repeats, taking a moment to note it on my chart, “I’ll see what I can do.”

“And water?”

“Already done,” she gestures to the bedside table and there it is, already poured in glass for me and everything.

“Delightful,” I manage without an ounce of sarcasm. It’s an achievement, actually.

“Press the button if you need me,” Simon says with a warm smile.

My heart does a stupid flip-flop despite the risk such a thing would be to my life, what with the whole recently stabbed and nearly bleeding out bit. Really inadvisable, heart, let’s just kill us after just barely managing to survive a direct attempt on our life. Don’t be such a numpty, heart, I’d like to live a good while longer.

I manage a nod despite my internal argument with my circulatory system. “I’ll see you back then?”

“More than probably,” Simon answers, “Don’t forget your water.

My heart does another flip-flop when he gives me another smile full of sunshine. Rather against my earlier advice. The idiotic bloody muscle’s practically trying to kill me.

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I don’t see Simon back for a while, but I also haven’t bothered to press the button. I’d finished my water and my phone was right there next to it, and I’m not sharing the room so I can have the tv on if I like even despite the late hour. I’ve plenty to entertain myself with, or at the very least plenty to distract myself from the pretty nurse trying to invade my mind with his skin painted in freckle constellations and copper curls.

It’s not enough, somehow, and I find myself having to actively resist the urge to push the button for no reason. I’ve not needed much for the painkillers, I’m not popping stitches or going anywhere, and I’m not exactly dying of hunger, so there’s no reason to call Simon unnecessarily.

Still.

I want to.

Thankfully I don’t have to. Simon shows up sometime near three o’clock in the morning with a sandwich in hand and a side of apple slices. I’m pretty sure it’s her lunch.

“Are you allergic to anything?” He asks as he plops himself in the chair next to my bed.

When I shake my head Simon proves me right by keeping half the sandwich for herself. I bite in without thinking about what might be in it. I’m too hungry to be particular right now, and I polish off the sandwich before I can even properly figure it out, washed down with a fresh glass of water and a sigh.

“Fuck…” I sink back against my pillow and let my eyes close, tenderly poking around the stitched up wound in my gut.

“Stop that,” Simon scolds with a swat in my direction, “Just because it’s not that bad doesn’t mean you can just poke at it.”

“How bad is not that bad?” I still stop, even if I ask the question as if I wasn’t going to.

“Not bad enough to need surgery,” Simon answers between bites, “You’re lucky enough your assailant didn’t knick any arteries or organs, but bad enough that if you put too much strain on it or pop a stitch the doctor will be Very upset with you.”

I can hear the capital in his voice. I don’t press further, letting my eyes slip closed in the moments following.

“So who’d you piss off enough to end up in this state anyway?”

“Is that normally the sort of question you ask a patient, Simon?” I can’t help cracking my eyes back open to serve them an incredulous look. At least I hope that’s what it comes across looking like. Who’s to say what I actually looked like, between the tiredness seeping into my bones and the ache in my gut.

Simon snorts out an amused laugh at me and my look only turns more sour. Or, again, I hope that’s what comes across. “Maybe if I were on the clock I’d be more tactful.”

“You’re spending your off hours with me? How unprofessional. I’m a lawyer, you know, I know how that could come across.” Even as I say it, there’s no threat behind the words. I’m leaning up to look at her more properly and she’s still smiling that sunshine smile and I can’t help but smirk back.

“It’s just my lunch, we’ll see about off hours later,” Simon’s being coy, but I can’t help but notice that he looks good doing it.

“You’re really toeing the lines of respectability, I’ll have you know.” Even I think I sound pompous at that, but Simon just keeps grinning over at me, so maybe she likes pompous sorts anyway.

“Is that how you got stabbed? Pissed off a client? Got on the wrong side of the mafia then?” He asks it like a flirt, tone all low and sultry, and I can’t help but laugh.

This is definitely not how one normally flirts. “Not exactly,” I answer as I settle back down in my bed, letting myself relax before carrying on, “A client’s ex-husband. I’m a divorce lawyer, and some men don’t handle that too well, it seems.”

Simon lets out a whistle of surprising length as he starts at his apple slices, “I was thinking criminal lawyer would be hotter, but I think I could be into a family court kind of guy.”

I shift as carefully as I can onto my side and perk a brow at this too pretty nurse ineloquently munching her lunch beside me. I’m still unreasonably attracted to him. “That’s incredibly unsubtle, Simon.”

“I know, Basil, but you’re not too subtle yourself.”

“What gave me away?”

“Heart palpitations,” Simon answers simply, “And I caught you staring at my bum when I left the room.”

“I was not!” I have to deny it, even if I had been.

“Sure you weren’t,” Simon hums, head quirked to the side and watching the guilty flush that was surely on my cheeks spread, “But how do you feel about the idea of shared off time? When you’re not such a vulnerable stabbing victim at some point even.”

“Is that how you’re asking me on a date, Simon?”

“Is that how you say yes, Basil?”

I purse my lips at him, a little bit of dramatic flair showing while I stretch out the moment in unnecessary anticipation. We both well know I’d already agreed. “That depends on your taste in the theatre. Are you a musical sort of person at all?”

“I could learn to be,” Simon answers, almost too earnestly.

I like that earnesty too much. “Well, I can appreciate someone who’s willing to learn for me. Give me your number and I’ll call you when I’m less recently stabbed. I’d like to be able to walk properly if I’m going to take such a pretty thing out on the town.”

“You’re really pushing for that lawsuit now, aren’t you?” Simon teases.

I’m a little too proud of the fact that I still managed to get his number programmed into my phone by the end of her shift though. I know full well I’m going to call him before I’m done healing though, even if I try and tell myself to not rush into things.

When I do call, a mere two days after I’m discharged from the hospital, Simon doesn’t seem to mind my blatant approach in the least.

[missezri]

Small Defence of Kristina in Young Royals

So, I felt it was about time to do a bit of a defence for Queen Kristina of Sweden. Who I feel, while still unlikely to win any “Mother of the Year” awards anytime soon, is not the villain of Young Royals. In Season 1 however, she does end up as the personification of the villain, the Monarchy.

The first time we are introduced to Kristina, she is pissed. Her son has been in a fight that has gone viral. We see the whole machine that is the Royal Court and PR of the Royal Family at work trying to manage the situation. I am sure media personalities are saying that Wilhelm should be charged with assault or something, given that 15 is the age of criminal responsibility in Sweden. There could be lawsuits coming from the victim. There is also the fact that he is a 16-year-old caught in a club drinking, well under the legal age.

Kristina has every right to be pissed off at her son. Her options are limited as to what she can do. Her options probably come down to, sending him aboard or sending him to boarding school in Sweden. So, she decides to send him to Hillserka. It gets the media/public opinion off of everyone’s backs, keeps Wilhelm out of trouble (or so she hoped) and maybe he can learn how to get into the role he was born into like Erik brings up himself.

And then Erik dies and Kristina has to say those words to Wilhelm. She (or someone on her team at least) is trying to call Wilhelm multiple times so that he receives the news rather than find out through the media. Wilhelm never picks up, resulting in the school getting called to pull Wilhelm into the headmistress’s office to tell him over the phone. I think that gets missed. If Kristina was that horrible of a mother, why not have her husband make the call or another member of the palace staff?

The next time we see Kristina, she is again not in a good place. She has just lost her first son in a sudden and tragic car accident. She is a mother grieving. She holds onto Wilhelm’s hand as the coffin is lifted to be carried out of the church. There is a bit of weight as she leans into him. She is struggling as much as he is.

Kristina cannot even stomach her food when she comments on Wilhelm having to take over Erik’s role and Wilhelm’s response is, everyone already compares him to me. Now, could Kristina have waited longer to bring the subject up? Of course! She isn’t a perfect parent, but she isn’t the worst either. However, there is this running machine known as the Crown that doesn’t stop just because someone has died. We saw a real-world example with the passing of Queen Elizabeth II. The notice that even states she has died, refers to The King now.

And the rest of Season 1, I think can be seen in this view of a grieving mother, just trying to protect her son. Does Kristina react in the best way when the video is leaked? Hell no. But, she could of also had a lot worse reactions.

But when she arrives at Hillserka, yes the cars dramatically drive in, but Kristina is pretty calm herself walking into Wilhelm’s room to stoke his hair. That doesn’t read to be as a mother who doesn’t love her son.

And yes, she does tell him the video will have consequences, but she never yells at Wilhelm. She doesn’t snap at him like Kristina does back in episode 1. This will have consequences, there is no denying that fact,  between being outed, the future of the monarchy. There is something genuine in how Kristina talks with her son. The only way she, and the Monarchy know to protect themselves is to bury the story. Wait for the next news cycle. She never raises her voice though, Kristina is stern, but she never yells at Wilhelm despite the situation and any frustrations she has.

Is this the best way? No, while Wilhelm is young, he is also 16 years old. He should get some say in the situation. Kristina should have also told Wilhelm about who really filmed the video, rather than him finding out through some sleuthing of a friend. I can however, see her perspective how it is her attempts to protect Wilhelm from the media/public that might not be so kind to having a queer prince. You see how the tabloids are already gossiping, and how Simon gets followed.

In season 1, the enemy is the Monarchy. As has been stated, the problem is never Wilhelm liking another boy, it is the fact he is a prince that is the issue at hand. In Season 1 the only representative of the Monarchy is Queen Kristina. This shifts, I feel, in Season 2 when Jan-Oalf is introduced and he becomes the representation of the Monarchy/Royal Court more than Kristina.

But I leave that for a part 2.

[fruitjedi]

I'd do anything to be her

Buck realized he was in love with Eddie when Hen told him so. It was late after a shift, Eddie was talking about his new girlfriend Marisol, and Buck was just so angry. He wanted Eddie to be happy he indeed did. But he couldn’t shake this burning feeling whenever Eddie talked about his love life—this raging desire for it to be him instead.

He only learned that that feeling was jealousy after Hen asked him if it was while they were washing dishes.

“Buck honey” she had said “Are you perhaps jealous about Eddie’s new girlfriend?”

Buck sputtered in protest and dropped what he was washing “Uh um uh uh,... No?”

Hen sighed “Buck. You know it’s ok if you like him”

Buck had tried to protest more after that but eventually, Hen had coaxed it out of him that yes he was jealous and yes he was in love with his best friend.

What resulted subsequently was Buck breaking things off with Natalia and then relentlessly pining for his best friend.

It started off simply being (not so quietly) jealous over Eddie and Marisol and repeatedly insisting to Hen he was fine.

Then it got worse. Like dodging questions to Eddie on why Buck and Natalia broke up or avoiding movie night with Eddie and Chris because his heart couldn’t take it.

And then by the third week in a row, Buck missed movie night Eddie was waiting for him by his car.

“Buck” Eddie stated, “You missed movie night again,  have you been avoiding me?”

Buck sighed and ran his hands through his hair. Well, Buck thought if I’m going to ruin the friendship one of these days better get it over with, and then Buck grabbed Eddie’s face with both his hands and kissed him, hard. Eddie put his hands around Buck's waist and drew him in closer. After a thrilling moment, Buck pulled away, Got in his car, and drove off...

For the days following Buck repeatedly avoided Eddie. He muted his phone and when he did check it, would swipe away the texts from Eddie.

The only times Buck would even accept contact from Eddie was when Chris initiated a conversation and wanted to hang out. For about a week Buck and Eddie basically acted like divorced parents passing Chris around like a drug deal.

Buck’s avoidance of his closest friend continued to go on for about two more weeks until eventually, Maddie ambushed Buck after a shift when Chim promised him fast food and Maddie was there waiting. Prepared to talk about Buck’s situation with Eddie. Chim quickly made an excuse to leave. Leaving the two siblings alone.

“So I hear from Howie you’ve been avoiding Eddie?” Maddie asked as a question “What’s going on? You haven't been answering any of my texts either”

Buck sighed and put his head in his hands “ I kissed him Mads, I messed it all up spectacularly “

Maddie looked at him confused “Evan. Isn’t that a good thing?”

Buck sighed again “Maybe, But he has Marisol,” He said her name like a curse or a swear, Like a word he couldn’t stand to have on his tongue

“But have you actually talked to him about it?” Maddie asked gently

“It’s too late Mads, If I didn’t mess it up by kissing him I sure as hell did by avoiding him for three weeks and passing Chris around like a kid of divorced parents”

“Maybe” Maddie replied “But you’ll never know if you don’t talk to him”

Even after the talk with Maddie it still took a tough call to get Buck to talk to Eddie again. Buck had gone into a fire after a little girl who ran back inside after her dog. While in there Bucks's mask broke and even though he was able to rescue the girl (and her dog) he still inhaled a lot of smoke. He ended up being taken to the hospital after he passed out and woke up in a hospital room with the best friend he’d been avoiding for weeks staring at him.

“We need to talk Buck” Eddie stated annoyed “You almost died again you almost died and you are still avoiding me and I don’t know if I could take it because you died thinking- whatever your thinking” 

Eddie sighed “You know even before the kiss you were avoiding me. The only answer I got to that was you kissing me and then acting for weeks like we’re divorced. That’s kinda difficult when we’re partners at work.” Eddie took a breath “Do you know how scared I was when you came out with your mask broken? Buck, I was petrified”

Buck looked at Eddie “Eds” He said softly “ I didn’t mean to hurt you it’s just I like you I’m in love with you and you have a girlfriend and I kissed you and I just thought it would be best if I kept my distance after I let my impulses get the better of me”

Eddie sat down on the “Buck, Buck, Evan. Mi Amor. I Broke up with Marisol ages ago because I’m in love with you. I’ve been trying to tell you that since you kissed me” 

Buck’s eyes widened “You love me?”

Eddie nodded “ Of course I do Cariño”

Buck smiled and leaned forwards and kissed him.

ao3-

[showtoonzfan]

This is a random thing to ask you, but what do you think of Moxxie's Mom? Imo she's the best character that was released in the new episode, but I feel like they could've done more with her. Like giving her an actual name lol.

Yeah I agree. I’m gong to get into nitpick territory with her, but they could have done a WHOLE lot more with Moxxie’s mother. For starters, it feels like her entire existence was just used for drama, like they literally dangle her corpse for shock value to the audience, and this wouldn’t be so bad if there was more to her. We don’t even see her face in the flashback for seemingly no reason, and like…we get to meet Crimson and his impact on Moxxie but not her? Sure, she’s nice, she was caring towards him while Crimson was a jerk and she didn’t want her son to get involved with him, but that’s it. We literally blink and then she’s gone. What’s worse is that like some other critic blogs have been saying, Viv CLEARY didn’t plan all of this out from the beginning. I’m going to nitpick again, but Moxxie never came across to me as someone who went through something THAT dark during childhood, especially since he was the one who killed his own mother, yes…Crim MADE him do it, but Moxxie was a child when it happened, for all we know he could have blamed himself. It’s just…kinda hard to acknowledge the impact Moxxie’s mother had on him when the first time we meet her IS ALSO the same time we see her killed, which is why I call Viv too impatient and too ambitious as a writer, cause if you’ve read my constructive criticism post, you’ll know that I wished this episode would keep her in the shadows but acknowledge that she existed, show Moxxie uncomfortable by her mere presence, and have Millie point out in the beginning that Moxxie NEVER brought up BOTH of his parents. Keep Crimson’s mask on until the end of the episode, and either introduce more about Moxxie’s mother in a later episode through MOXXIE’S perspective, or Crimson’s perspective, or maybe even both, anything to get to know her more. But unfortunately that’s not what we got, and guess what? After that flashback, she’s never brought up or acknowledged, she wasn’t even acknowledged in the entire episode, even by Moxxie.

I could be speaking too early, maybe they have more planned for her, but I doubt we’ll be able to see her on her own with Moxxie or even be mentioned without Crimson being attached to her so Vivzie can soak up how Uwu bad he is. Still, even if she does come up later, this episode should have been different regarding her. It already sucks that Moxxie never brought her up in the past or even seems to be scarred for killing her, again, none of this felt planned, they couldn’t even give this bitch a name. Knowing how Viv writes these episodes, she’s probably brainstorming as we speak how to bring Moxxie’s mother back into the picture, since she doesn’t plan ahead with these things, and the upcoming episodes from the trailer sure as hell don’t follow the events of Ex’s and Ooh’s so……..god Moxxie and his mother deserved better effort and writing. Feel like Viv poured more effort into freaking Crimson because she wants to have dark moments for this silly demon show so badly but never thinks the rest through or know where to go from there, and that’s a problem. That’s why I get so ticked, I feel like these dark themes feel so cheap, they feel like a desperate attempt to seem deep, even though the person writing this has NO idea how to handle these themes with respect or knows what they’re doing.

[cartoonbabbles]

Ok so I know this is technically "Cartoonbabbles" BUT it's also my general fandom account soooooooo fuck it. I just finished the entirety of The Office.

What the fuck do I do with my life now? List out my thoughts on Tumblr while listening to pop songs covered by Hatsune Miku of course.

dear lord season 8 was hard to get through

Why'd they have to do Andy like that like- I appreciate a good snarky guy x secretary ship but come on, Erin and Pete are cute but they're just Jim and Pam to the point where the writers actually poked fun at that.

Andy learning to be okay with himself was actually pretty nice, and you don't need to have a partner to be happy. And I really liked that.

Oscar being the gay uncle to Phillip was fun, I love how he's a fashion icon

Daryll was such a real one throughout the entire series, and I wish him the absolute best

The Farm was. Odd. I don't think I could have stomached it so I'm lowkey glad it didn't happen. It was fun but like- Dwight might be strong enough to shoulder an entire series but I did NOT care for any of his family. Like part of the appeal of The Office for me was that they're a family that found each other, not a family who was placed into a situation they have to make the best of (I understand the irony here but still)

Jim and Pam falling in love again was really sweet

Holly x Michael forever

I loved when Michael kinda just accidentally became Erin's dad.

AND ERIN FOUND HER PARENTS AT THE END MY HEARTTTTTTTTTTTT

And Dwight got to be regional manager

Honestly though I think if they needed Andy to not be regional manager, it would have been as simple as giving him his "aha" moment that he was being stretched too thin when he realized he had a passion for acting and resigned voluntarily, letting Dwight step up without interrupting something that obviously had momentum with Erin (also the two of them emotionally maturing together would have been amazing, because again as much as I love Pete and Erin, Erin choosing and wanting Andy was a lot more organic imo than just. Andy leaves on a boat. Like if you need him gone just say he gets really badly sick bc Erin's brother gives him a nasty cough. Or have Erin leave with him for the Bahamas or something and have her be the one calling in as Andy is captaining.)

But I digress

Michael Michael Michael. Where to begin

I keep saying this but I feel like the reason why the show got so rough after his departure was because everyone associates Michael with being bombastic, inappropriate, and spontaneous, but never with anything positive. And the writers saw his bad sides and just amplified them in the initial versions of Nellie, Robert, and DeAngelo.

Vickers was funny bc he's Will Ferrel and I like Will Ferrel, but he started overstaying his welcome bc the writers couldn't commit to him being any one thing, then the writers unceremoniously kill him off

Jo was fine bc she had both the hardass and vulnerable sides.

Robert California, boy what I could say about him. The writing got tangibly worse whenever he was onscreen bc like- it wasn't even that his actor wasn't familiar with comedy, it's that sex jokes get OLD SO FUCKING QUICKLY. AND ROBERT IS ONE GIANT SEX JOKE. It doesn't help that his behavior stems from his selfishness and he fails to recognize it whereas with Michael at least he tries to own up to things. Robert is just Elon Musk the person.

I'm glad Jan was able to get away and improve herself, she seemed to really love her kid. And then that final interaction kinda bucked that away

Uhhh let's see. Nellie. Initially SUPER annoying bc there is no way in hell anyone like that makes it through business. Like there were initially ZERO redeeming qualities to her. Until Andy decided to be an A-hole to her.

Honestly Andy was just mini-Michael but handled less well bc people were afraid he wouldn't be as cool as him, but that's because he's ANDY. Not MICHAEL. And he could have learned from Michael. But I guess not.

Somehow I really liked the overall queer vibes. The show's writing is old (see any time they talk about trans people) but the writers in general seemed to know trans people aren't demons.

Oh my goodness I am so glad Pam and Roy split. Roy was NOT healthy to be around back when they were together and Jim was TOTALLY good for her.

I'm gonna really miss being able to watch the show from the beginning again.

Something I am very critical of however (or like, just aware of) is how much of the humor is built on sexual harassment and assault like- beyond looney tunes or other cartoons the amount of workplace harassment, while on average likely accurate to any workplace, is genuinely disturbing at times.

Damn. Gotta find something positive

I loved Val, wished they were able to do more with her, her thing with Daryll was really cute

Oh my god Erin is pretty

Basically. Women. God it's 3 and I'm simping over office workers

I don't know why they tried to pitch Andy as this unattractive guy. He's DORKY, not REPULISVE. And I may have accidentally developed a celebrity crush on him

Honestly I kinda feel bad for him, like he's being stretched so thin but he doesn't know any response other than to go 100% in the other direction

Also he was pretty bad to Erin

God positives, come on Sasha.

Openings were always nice.

Jim and Karen were genuinely a good healthy couple for their run

I just wish the show hadn't pitted Pam and Karen against each other cuz like- Karen was in the right most of the time, if not all of the time???

I had no idea Idris Elba was on the show. He indeed is quite hot.

Gabe. Nobody likes Gabe. Tobey is appealing in the wet cat pathetic kinda way, Gabe is just kinda. Creepy. Like jesus dude.

This is a positive because I hate Gabe.

ALSO ERIN BEING MORE ASSERTIVE TOWARDS THE END???

PAM GETTING AWAY WITH BEING OFFICE ADMINISTRATOR???

gosh I love it.

[10moonymhrivertam]

💥, 🎁, 🏷️, for the ask game. :3

💥 What is one canon thing you wish you could change?

Oh, with the brain on Hazbin, this is actually a difficult one. I personally didn't have a problem with the pacing except during Dad Beat Dad and that was fixed on a rewatch by realizing Hell's Greatest Dad was just (or, at least, largely) manipulation.

*Looks through fandoms we share*

Oh, I've got Doctor Who opinions.

Uhhhhhhh personally I dislike Clara, though that eased up a bit once I actually watched her episodes/got to Twelve. I'd probably take out her initial 'she's in his whole timeline' plot line? I know that throws some jank into her plot line as a whole but I honestly don't think I'd have disliked her so hard without that. I know that's controversial, though, 'cause lots of folks like Clara.

Hopefully an uncontroversial opinion is to be able to edit River's CAL-world so it's got her family instead of her archaeology team? Like maybe CAL and the TARDIS shared some data on the way out and so there's a facsimile of Amy and Rory and maybe Eleven specifically so CAL doesn't overwhelm herself. Or the Doctor put all that info in the screwdriver before Darillium.

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

Okay, so, I haven't worked on the third part of Adam's a Worse Sport in a couple days (speaking of which there's a 75% chance I change the series name to Because...I'm Collecting EVERYONE'S Heavenbound Parents!) and I was planning to dump this draft last time I worked on it, but I still like the character work so y'all can have this :3

Crystal found herself staring at the ceiling, each pair of hands folded against her stomach. She’d hardly slept the last three nights, memories of Henry and Nicholas and Anthony circling her mind. She’d love to see Nick and Tony again, to give them the sort of hugs that only came from having four arms. Feed them like they hadn’t eaten the last three or four or eight or nine decades. But Henry… Yeah, she’d known who she was marrying. She hadn’t cared at the time. He hadn’t always stayed sweet to her, but he’d never turned anything on her she hadn’t gone looking for. Granted, she’d gone looking for a lot of fights after Tony had passed. And they’d been vicious as all hell. On top of that, she’d second-guessed more than once over the years whether the car that had driven by while she’d been out shopping had been one of theirs. Every time, she ended up deciding it hadn’t been. It had been one of the other families. But the doubts and the fights had festered over the years, and in the end, she was content to take up her Queen-sized mattress all by herself. What would she do if Henry showed up?

🏷 Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfic to read?

Off the top of my head, I suspect the tags I usually filter for are specific to any given fandom, but I did remember one I love no matter the fandom! Soulmate Identifying Marks! I often end up looking at them for specific pairings but I find it really tasty when found family or poly groups are marked for each other. I've got at least one rec for AtLA's Gaang being marked for each other, and I don't remember if I've read any of BBC Merlin's Knights of the Round Table being marked, but I've thought about writing one real hard :P

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Can I get a continuation of the amnesia prompt? Joel meets Lenny for the first time…Again.

The amnesia lasts longer than Mei thought it would, into the next evening, which sees the family gathered for dinner at his parents' place in Queens.

"I just don't understand!" Joel grouses as he paces the back porch.

Moishe shrugs. "What's there not to understand, son? You lost your memories."

"No one will explain how Midge and I wound up divorced and she wound up with-with-"

"Everyone has explained it to you," Abe points out. "I've explained. Mei has explained. Your father has explained. Miriam has explained. Joel, we have done nothing but explain."

"It still makes no sense!"

Abe sighs heavily. "Fine. I'll try again. Yom Kippur eve, 1958, you and Miriam left the children with us and went out on what was supposed to be a nice date to a horrible little club in the Village so you could do some comedy routine."

Joel nods, paying rapt attention.

"You did poorly. You blamed Miriam for it. You admitted you were having an affair with your secretary, and then you left," Abe finishes.

"You slept on Archie's couch for a little while," Moishe adds. "You made a half-assed attempt to get Miriam back-"

"Without a single apology," Abe adds.

"And then moved in with the secretary," Moishe goes on. "Who was not it."

"Not it? Penny wasn't it?"

"Of course not!" Moishe cries. "She was practically a teenager and a shiksa to boot!"

Joel rolls his eyes.

"You and Miriam almost got back together, but you found out that she'd been doing stand-up comedy on her own," Moishe goes on. "And you were pissed an hurt so you rejected her, and as far as I'm aware, that was the end of it."

"And how does Lenny Bruce play into this?" Joel asks, still bewildered.

"They met through the comedy," Abe shrugs. "And they very slowly..." he pauses awkwardly. "Fell in love."

"In love," Joel scoffs. "He's not in love with her, I can tell you that."

"The very pretty engagement ring says otherwise," Moishe points out. "Joel, son, I know that all of this is a lot to take in because of the memory thing, but you have to leave Miriam and Lenny alone. You've put her through enough."

"Like she didn't put me through hell," Joel snaps. "She rejected getting back together me that first time!"

"Because you weren't sorry," Abe comments bitterly on behalf of his daughter.

"I can't believe you're on Lenny Bruce's side!" Joel cries, looking at Abe.

Abe rolls his eyes. "Lenny has been very good for Miriam. Miriam is very happy. And if Miriam is happy, that generally means that Rose is happy and if Rose is happy that means I get to be happy. So for the sake of my happiness and my sanity, you will stay away from Miriam and Lenny, and you, Joel, will be very unhappy."

Joel stares at him in surprise.

"Also, you have a new wife and an infant," Moishe reminds him. "So making some kind of play for Miriam while you're still married to someone else who has your baby looks very, very bad. Probably worse than cheating on your wife of four years who had your other two children. Well. Maybe not. It's all bad. Look. Just. Calm down. Wait for the memories to come back. Don't do anything rash. It will all be fine."

"It's not fine."

"You were already shtupping someone else!" Abe cries. "You clearly weren't as in love with Miriam as you claim to be, otherwise you wouldn't have gone looking elsewhere."

"It was a phase!"

"It clearly wasn't."

[certified-anakinfucker]

For the family headcanon ask game thingy!

👍💜💕👌

family headcanon ask game, mostly to harass my imperial agent!

👍🏾 - Does your muse think they’re a good child and/or sibling? Ohhhh he thinks he is a terrible son, and a worse brother.

He watched his father die, and basically says he killed him - he let his brother watch. He knew the whole time, from the first time that galaxy-wide transmission came through and the Eagle showed his face, that it was his father. But what was he supposed to do? Defy Imperial Intelligence AND Darth Jadus and say no? Hell, as far as he's concerned, that's the whole reason they sent him against the Eagle at all.

Imagine the type of crushing blow dealt when the terrorist's killer is his own son. The son he did all of this for, the son he turned planets into revolutionary hotbeds and assassinated a Dark Council member for. Knowing that he did all this, and it was that son who killed him.

He almost got his brother hurt, with the encrypted holomessage he took from the Tytun Rings. Not that he had any clue - luckily Johkel wasn't genetically engineered and thus wasn't incapacitated - about that conditioning glitch but despite him coming out fine ... he still almost got him hurt. Almost killed him.

He didn't look hard enough for his sister, who was on Corellia all along. He could have found her, but she was his little easter egg for the very end. And that almost hurt more to see she was a devout loyalist of Imperial Intelligence - essentially everything Intelligence tried to make out of him, they made out of her. Ooops.

He lost his found siblings from Hutta, and it took pain and fire to find them again all praying for one another to be in one piece. One of which turned out as a Sith, another in the Republic military, and a handful of them scattered as privateers or .. dead.

And don't even get him started on how he feels about Tylado, the man who started it all. Who's still like a father to him.

💜 - What children does your muse have, do they want anymore/any at all? Somehow he doesn't have kids! BUT he loves being around them. It takes a lot away from that cold life of lying and assassinating as a career when some kid's face lights up when he comes around, and he's more than happy to go frolic somewhere with them. Forget about all of it for a little while. Lay down, kid flops over, take a nap out in the outside air.

He doesn't think he deserves any kids of his own, but he wouldn't mind adopting!

💕 - What are your muse’s thoughts on parenting and being a parent even if they aren’t one? Like above he doesn’t think he's good enough or deserves to be a father. But he would absolutely love it someday. It's really down to Vector, Tika, Raina.. his loved ones reminding him that he's not all bad, especially considering all that he's gone through. And moreso that he won't be doing this alone.

👌🏾 - Does your muse thing they are/would be a good parent? NOPE! He thinks he would be too much of a danger. Mostly because of the lingering Castellans, despite no one else being able to access them without killing him in the process.

[memoriesofthecircularroom]

We’re reading a wonderful book as a class right now. 6th grade ELA. It’s called Benefits of Being an Octopus. Spoilers under the cut, but I wanted to explain something that happens in the book that I think more people need to hear. It might not be syscourse related, necessarily, but… I still think a lot of syscoursers could grow from hearing this. And in general? It was words I wish I had heard at a much younger age (even if I wouldn’t have understood them immediately).

In chapter 11, a teacher pulls the student aside after class. Gives her food, let’s her sit at her desk, and tries to have a heart to heart with her. Mind you, this student has gone through HELL in this book. Her mom is failing at everything lately, she is the parent for her three younger siblings, she can’t talk to her friends, and she’s in deep poverty. The teacher has been pushing her to do work, to do better - but particularly, to be confident.

The teacher tries to convince her to join debate club after school. She insists she can drive the student herself. She explains how similar the student is to how she used to be. And then, she says words that shocked me the first time I read them, and that struck me to my core.

The entire passage builds up for a full page. The teacher says, essentially, “there was something someone told me when I was your age that I needed to hear if anything was going to change. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t easy. But it’s what was needed.”

After a full page of the student trying to get the words out, and suspense, the teacher agrees to tell her. And the words?

“Suck it up.”

The teacher leaves her alone after that. And the student goes ballistic; she rants to her friend briefly about how horrible the teacher is, daydreams about making the teacher cry, and is only comforted by food and jokes later. But here’s the thing…

Her life keeps getting worse. And she doesn’t change anything. She doesn’t do anything to cause change. She just continues to exist like this - until she realizes JUST how bad her life is. And now she HAS to change. She HAS to be confident. And the only way to start that is to suck it up.

This is applicable to so many things in life. I’ve noticed as a system, a traumatized person (just like the main character), it gets easy to wallow in things. “This sucks! I can’t do this! I need a break.” It’s so so easy to fall back into trauma cycles, because it’s so so easy to just… stagnate. To just keep the peace, stay nice, it’ll be fine, you’ve handled it up until now. That’s what sucking it up means, right? Handling it?

But “handling a problem” and “living with the problem” are two very different things. And I think more people need to recognize that the first step to actually fixing a problem? Is to suck it up and stop bitching. Put yourself in someone else’s shoes - understand that your actions impact those around you. Understand that, whether you like it or not, you matter.

I can’t say the following to my students, but there’s a meme I wish I could show them daily while we read this book. It’s a shame but… that’s why I love tumblr. Because there’s one thing that this reminds me of.

(Image ID: two pictures. The first is a picture of icy stairs outside. The caption is “My steps to recovery, psychological health and emotional stability.” The second is a picture of boots with steel spikes chained around them. The caption is “boot up, Bitch.” /End ID)

To everyone out there struggling tonight? I empathize with you. I have sympathy. I was struggling tonight myself - and still am. So, from one person who’s struggling to another…

Suck it up. Boot up, bitch. It’s the only way you can change.

[sncwbored]

♡ hi & hello! it’s peach again ( s/h, 21+ ) & here’s my second cutie cho hari, who recently & miraculously clinched a silver at the olympics for slopestyle & her life’s gone all topsy-turvy with the attention! she’s finally got a precious off-season break, so she’s just chilling here in maehwa... or trying her best to! my pages are still barebones but here ( about, wanted, bio ) & there’s some info on hari under the cut! please drop a like or an im if you wanna plot, or lmk if you’d like my discord!

have you seen CHO HARI around? i heard they moved here because SHE’S ON HER OFF-SEASON BREAK. their tenant agreement says they are 22 YEARS OLD and a PROFESSIONAL SNOWBOARDER. i always see them SNEAKING AROUND THE KITCHEN FOR SNACKS and they kind of remind me of SUNSHINE YELLOW YOLKS AND CRISPY EDGES ON A FRESH SUNNY SIDE UP…

TIMELINE

her parents had her on all the extracurriculars as a kid, trying to find the one thing that’d put their kid on the map. as with any good kid, she went with it & all those lessons

it took a while, but hari finally took to skiing first, then snowboarding, which was expensive as all hell but worth it when it scored her comfortable scholarships & a usually guaranteed spot given how small the snowboarding circuit was

always middle of the pack, 4th place tops—comfortably good, sometimes better, but never the best

& perfectly fine by her! she isn’t uncompetitive, but she also isn’t killing herself for a medal. she’s having fun & happy with where she’s at. snowboarding doesn’t have to be medal winning to be a long term career, she’s got a steady scholarship at snu with it, & it feels like she’s all set for life! she’s good at what she does & trains hard to be there

most importantly, hari’s perfectly content with the status quo. at least, when the expectations on her shoulders are only those of her own & her parents

but south korea’s snowboarding team is small. small enough that she, somehow, slides into the national team too. to the olympics

hari’s never won a medal, mostly unknown, & this is the biggest wave she’s made in her career as a snowboarder. now there are eyes on her. not many, for sure, snowboarding isn’t that popular a sport, but the weight of expectations that weren’t there before start to feel heavy

so she practices like crazy. way harder than she ever did, a schedule of jumps & flips & tricks through courses that have her speeding down slopes even in her dreams

& she doesn’t quite understand how, but—she wins silver in women’s slopestyle. a spot on the podium, for the first time ever, & she’s so excited until the expectations are replaced with a whole lot of attention she’s entirely unequipped to deal with

the first press conference goes by uncomfortably. it gets worse when she ends up on a tour for medalists, like going down a slope without her board & no practice runs. interviews go sideways the moment she opens her mouth & puts her foot in it

it’s so silly to complain when winning a medal is a good thing actually. she doesn’t run away, but its a close call. when everything’s done, it’s off-season & she gets a break, packing her bags so she can finally chill & relax in maehwa

( haha! )

PERSONALITY / OTHER

a bit of a people pleaser, has grown a tiny lil backbone since but is still easily steamrolled into agreeing to things before she can think them through

hasty talker, fast to start a sentence & cut herself off halfway. gets worse & more stilted in front of cameras. her failed interviews have probably been remixed & stitched to hell & back 

also has mad stage fright / camera shyness! on the slopes, she gets to be all goggled up & a suit of aerodynamic warmth from head to toe, so pictures then are fine, but taking her picture off the slopes is 😭

has a secret reckless adrenaline junkie side to her, at odds with how awkward she is. she’s always down for something wild & stupid & possibly maiming hehe

really hardworking, but easily content. believes in the whole, the journey is the reward stuff, which means she’s not particularly ambitious either

gets in her head a lot, unless she’s on the slopes. prone to replaying conversations where she could’ve done so much better, & getting embarrassed over them out of nowhere

arrived in maehwa like yesterday & is finding her way around! she’s gonna be here til the end of summer

also got dumped right before the olympics & never processed it so now she’s gotta... if u see her crying pls just give her a tissue or something 🤧

ramble over thank u for ur attention hehe pls come plot with me!! ♡

[enneamage]

when tommy and billzo first met, the latter made a comment, obviously dripping with sarcasm, that tommy, being an only child who always got what he wanted, must have gone through a lot of struggles in his life. i think that sentiment runs through a lot of their interactions and can make banter that should be lighthearted hit harder than either recognizes. i also think there's some truth to tommy being raised to expect to get his way and that this might bleed over into what's going on with ranboo

This adds to the question of what the hell Billzo went through at home, because he keeps alluding to some pretty out-there behavior as being normal. If my memory is working right he talked about handcuffing Wilbur to the railing and throwing away the key as being brother stuff, so who knows how much resentment he holds by default to people who seem ‘spoiled.’ It seems to be a big unspoken sore spot for him that others don’t have to be as ‘tough’ as he has been.

Personally I think that Birth Order is a bit of a meme because it implies that all parents and siblings are made equal otherwise, which isn’t often the case. Only child syndrome hits different when your parents expect you to take care of them, for example. Tommy might have been an only child but the joke with him was that he still had a mundane upbringing even when he was blowing up—it doesn’t seem like he got ‘his way’ by being unreasonable at home, that might have been a part of him that flowered online. (He was, above most things, a baby troll, and I would caution confusing overcompensation with self-esteem. Tommy’s disintegration point is Three, he gets more defensively narcissistic the worse he feels.) He might have avoided lessons in resource sharing from being the only child, but that’s a socioeconomic status thing as well as a sibling thing.  

He might often try to get his way, but on the other end of the spectrum he seems to be out for himself in a way that suggests scarcity and a fear of neglect; he’s a very animal-brain boy. He’s got a mild empathy problem either way, so he has a complicated relationship to perspective-taking at this point in his life.

My fixation is personality psych, so I’m less likely to chalk up people’s traits to being strictly caused by outside factors. The one thing I can offer is that Sixes Hold On For Dear Life when they want to. When they really like someone, they are the ride-or-dies, the obsessives, the dreamwastakens. Tommy wanting to spend as much time as possible with his favorite people was a bit predestined, it was just a question of who it was. It probably comes off as more reasonable to him because he just wants to hang out with his friend Ranboo, and why should that be a problem for Bill? The details don’t matter as much if he doesn’t scrutinize them too hard.

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Dayyyy you should get a ‘bless this mess’ sign fir ur house

Day huffs out a surprised laugh. “My horrible gremlin kids are ahead of you on that one.”

He gestures at the two signs on the wall of the library. One says in a blocky font, I’d say bless this mess if I needed the approval of a deity to find peace. But I don’t, so I won’t.

The other is in an elegant cursive states simply, Damn This Fam.

“Christmas, two years ago, from Theo and Dee. Dee was very smug when his was opened. Theo, on the other hand…looked ready to start a brawl. Again. I learned my lesson the first Christmas here, and have started demanding a ceasefire. No fights and no pranks for the entire week, and anyone who goes against that gets stuck with their least favorite chores for a month. It’s my gift to myself.”

And what a gift it is. He might love them, but his kids are all unholy terrors who squabble, prank, and attempt to kill each other on a near daily basis.

Some call it a "probably unhealthy" amount, but Phil is the last person who can comment on his parenting. Just look at how his kids ended up.

He stretches his wings out, the question having made him pause his work long enough to notice the way they’ve begun to cramp. His newest project had devoured most of his focus, as they often do.

Is it maybe a little mean to write a message in a long dead language that’s yet to be deciphered in a certain reality, the contents of which is just a meme? And then plan to release it to that version of the internet and then sit back to watch the absolute wave of chaos that would follow?

Probably. Day would feel worse if he weren’t also more or less gift wrapping some of the missing keys to understanding said language by using this particular meme.

It’s the only world he knows of with that particular version of an old text, and he needs to see the inevitable discussions and research its content will spark.

So, really, he’s doing them a favor. Sure there might be a lot of academics who lose sleep over how and why the meme was made in the first place, but life can’t be perfect.

Which reminds him, he should probably say a little more. “I get exactly three breaks a year. The first is my birthday, the second is father’s day, and the third is Christmas week. I treasure every second of precious, precious peace. I’ll only treasure it more as Lee gets older.”

His youngest has gone from a wholesome ball of sunshine to a wholesome ball of sunshine who will have unfathomable power at his fingertips.

It had never crossed his mind that someone who could be the same type of admin might have come back with them. Even if it had, he doubts he would have suspected Lee and Daz of being the only two with that spark.

The latter of them only seems more odd with that knowledge. It’s thrown a lot of things Day had assumed about him into question.

Hell, it’s thrown things he had assumed about himself into question. The knowledge that he has about how admins–at least the type like he had been–actually function is still shaky at best. Most of it is guesswork, up to and including if it’s just normal that admins can’t leave for long.

There’s virtually no information out there on admins, not that he hasn’t tried his damnedest to find something.

All that has turned up are rumors, accounts of odd things passed around through untold numbers of hands, and four myths associated with deities that hold tiny kernels of truth in them.

That, and a whole lot of frustration.

It's oddly reassuring that in this reality, information about admins is so infuriatingly rare. It means that it's virtually impossible that anyone acted the way they did despite knowing what it would look like to him.

Day glances at the clock, heaves a long sigh, and gets up.

Pondering the nature of the universe can wait. Starting dinner so he can demand his sons all sit down and eat together is far more important. They get absorbed in their various hobbies, duties, and general lives. All of them but Lee are adults and he won't insult them by trying to micromanage their lives.

That said, the family dinners are somewhere between a bribe, a trade, and a demand. Having them all gather regularly is important to Day. He’s seen the effects of not putting effort into making sure all of a parent's kids know they're loved and supported, as well as not feeling supported by those who matter to a person.

He knows what it's like to feel alone. He knows what it's like to have to claw and scrape his way out of miserable situations with nobody but himself to rely on.

Death is preferable to letting his kids know that kind of pain.

Then there’s how easily they lose track of time. He knows for a fact that most if not all of them would eat significantly less actual meals if he wasn't cooking for them.

Hunger is another thing he knows all too well. His own eating habits and mentalities surrounding it are still fucked up from his time in the Vault…not that they were ever good to begin with.

More than once, his kids have threatened a hunger strike if he didn’t eat with them.

Not for the first time, and far from the last, he feels a surge of exasperated pride and love at the memory of those four small faces twisted in outrage over him having just forgotten to eat despite having made food for them.

They had told him it was hypocrisy that he nagged them over eating while neglecting his own need for food. It had been in nearly that exact phrasing, too; Orph had gotten his hands on a new book and by Prime was he going to use his literary comprehension to make everyone else suffer.

He knows a warm, fond smile creeps up at that train of thought. It always does, and he’s long since stopped trying to hide how much he cares about his kids.