#this was supposed to be about them adopting a kid but i don't think ive ever actually written any of This part of story out

[bitchfitch]

Thinking of Arlo and Conall. Years and years into the future. They've settled together, Arlo is still very much who he always would be but he's calmer now, happier and more willing to see joy and accept change.

Conall is still very much cursed. Still wholly reliant on Arlo and his magic to keep any piece of his own mind from being overcomed by the lycanthropy. But they've found their balance at last. They still fight and bicker, but they never go to bed angry or allow their tempers to get in the way of their happiness.

Arlo keeps expecting it all to end. For it all to just crash down around his ears like every good thing in his life always does. He loves Conall so so much, and the world loves taking from more than anything else.

And it does.

Asena, Conall's little sister whos curse he took on himself to spare her a lifetime as Arlo's daughter. She's grown now. A woman trained by the same witches who oversaw Arlo's and his family's execution. She doesn't see her brother's joy, only a monster who's destroyed everything he's ever touched holding his heart captive. Asena trained and trained, studied herself into something more than her predecessors would have ever dreamed possible. The witches saw the same brew in her that they saw in the queen they helped dethrone those years ago.

But her goals were more focussed, single minded was she in her quest to save her only living family. The night she was turned was a blur of blood and red, but the sun had come up, and she could still remember Conall clutching her to his chest, Risking everything to himself between a gnashing monster and a hunter come to lay her to rest.

It was time she repaid that favor.

Her spell work wrenched away Arlo's control. She sought every path he could take and blocked him from ever controlling Conall again. Her rage at that long standing injustice blurring the truth till it all looked like lies. Arlo wasn't keeping the wolf at bay, he was the source of it. Conall didn't Willfully put himself between her and him out of the same love he'd shown the day their family slaughtered eachother, it was all just a demented puppeteers work. Conall would be free to live as himself once more if he was free of Arlo's influence.

She broke the spells binding the two. Ripped and ripped until Arlo would never be able to control Conall again.

When it was done a beast with deep black fur and an animal's eyes looked back at her. There was no recognition in them. No love for her or acknowledgement of what had been done. Asena called his name, held out a hand to him. Hoping.

He turned in that slow uncanny way, from her to the stark white beast on the other side of the room, his fur stained scarlet, the thinner patches mottled with bruising and burns the blistered from within him. Their fight having been more than enough to push him to nearly destroy the stolen body he pranced around in.

Conall was still, his breathing coming in even pants, the fur along his back and shoulders rippling as Arlo pushed up to brace on his scorched hands. Coughing up something that smelled acrid from far accross the room.

Asena thought that this was it. Conall would get his revenge. She was exhausted, just as burnt as her defeated foe, but hope, foolish hope that came from only ever considering one way this moment could go, overwhelmed her.

Conall whimpered, Conall, her brother, whined and fought and fought a battle she could not see before it was lost, and only the wolf remained.

He moved fast, barking as he pounced to maul her with decades of repressed and redirected violent intent pouring out all at once.

Time felt sluggish, she tried to dodge, but there was no escaping a monster that size from this close.

A blur of black fur, a sickening crash and crack, an agonized wail, And Asena was left shaking but alive. Conall pinned to the wall under shimmering bounds that could barely hold him. His ribs were cracking with the force of his struggling. His mind gone and only the instinct to protect the unicorns and destroy all that might do them harm was left.

She had done the last of them so, so much harm. Asena looked to where Arlo was barely holding himself up, one hand raised to keep the spell as he burned and burned what little he had left.

He called for her to run. Shouted Conall wouldn't forgive him if he let what should happen now occur.

Asena promised Conall she would save him, She would be back. He would be free soon.

and ran as fast as her legs could carry her. The maze beneath that hill unwinding to allow her an escape before collapsing behind her. Trapping her brother with the two monsters once more.

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Within the hill, Arlo dropped his spell as soon as she was safely away. Let himself collapse. He couldn't lose this body. All the years he'd dreamt of his freedom and return to his death where he would be with his family once more didn't matter. Because Conall was family, and he needed Arlo more than any of them.

His eyes had burned away early into the fight. He saw nothing, he felt agony when a wet tongue attempted to clean the blood from his face but dislodged sloughing skin instead. He just needed to rest.

Conall whined, his mind was less than that of a dog's, but still he knew to stop, and to lie down beside Arlo in a mockery of their nights spent sleeping beside one and another, and wait for him to come back.

[forffax]

returning the favor with oc asks since i always wanna hear about yours !! if you had to pick like your top 5 favorite characters who would they be and why 👀 bonus if you want to pick your favorite like settings/worlds/universes youve made for ocs too!

OOOUH thank u chase!!!

I'm gonna list out my favs then talk abt my main oc universe a bit ^_^

This got ridiculously long so it's going under a readmore <3

1. Tos Family (sorry this is going to be. the whole family bc I cannot possibly choose between them)

i. Lux Tos (he/him)

(realizing now i haven't drawn him in a hot fuckin minute)

MY DAD. guy of all time ever. everyone's favorite half-human time traveling alien war vet. it always feels weird referring 2 him as part alien even if it's technically true sdjfgs. fun lore fact: he was the Dead Older Brother in original iteration Zephyr's Sad Backstory but I liked him too much so I decided he got to live <3

Lux is one of my older ocs that I still actively draw and think abt (late middle school...) and he's changed a LOT over the years but he's so so so dear to me. my guy who has Seen the Horrors and is now happily gay married with a kid :') sdfkjsk most things abt his story is just me being So Incredibly Self Indulgent (cool powers, complicated sibling relationships, gay) but it makes me happy and I love sharing it with ppl! Someday Voided 2 will be real and ready to share with the world...

ii. Ferdinand Tos (he/him)

Dad....2!!!!!! I don't remember when exactly I thought him up but it was probably around when Lux's backstory was getting a major overhaul... He's a man out of time he's training to be a doctor and his will to live is so strong he spent the better part of nearly two decades building himself a new body! Guys who died but got better <3. I think I literally got brain blasted one day and decided he's a non-op trans man and it was the best thing ever for him actually. He's a southern californian stuck in the cold northwest (probably. either that or the northeast im not settled on that aspect yet skdjfs). He's been super fun to write from a worldbuilding perspective too bc his main goal is to pioneer a new branch of medicine using his powers! His relationship with Lux and the rest of the family (and his reconciliation with his sister) is sooooo important 2 me :]

iii. Athanasius Tos (she/her)

THANAAAAA most normal sibling (lie). She was adopted formally right after Lux "died" and had a bit of a complex about just being a "replacement" for a good while, and she THOUGHT she had worked through that when Lux suddenly re-appeared... they're on great terms now but it was Tense. She's a biochemist and probably makes the most out of the household (she shares an apartment with Zeph!) It's very important 2 me that she can let herself be vulnerable with her family and close friends after years of bottling everything up... Epic nerdy autistic butches in your area <3 Fun fact she is the only full human of the main cast!

iv. Zephyr Tos (she/him)

My fuckign auncle. Within the story she only recently realized he was bigender and is much happier for it, even if you couldn't tell by her permanent scowl skjdfgs. Zeph was the original protag (along with Thana) of the short story I wrote in middle school that turned into Voided 2! In-universe he was very clearly supposed to be the protag but missed/ignored the "call to action" phase and just got a shitton of Issues and Traumas instead <3 She's so everything 2 me he's a freelance writer/artist she's kinda cringe and he is trying only as hard as she absolutely needs to in order to get by. While his relationship with Lux is MUCH better than it was when Lux first came back, she's completely inseparable from Thana and would do anything for her (I feel like they spent equal times protecting each other from bullies as kids...) He's changed so much from her original incarnation but developing him has been SO much fun <3 Since Voided 2 runs on real-world time (in that I have specific real-world dates for most major events) she turned 50 fairly recently and that's fucked but also funny. old.

v. Alan Tos (any)

Alan! Love this kiddo. He's Lux and Ferdinand's adoptive kid! Xe doesn't learn about it for a while but she was a government secret experiment test-tube baby (they were trying to artificially fuse souls together, distantly related to the later Child Soldier School ze was placed into) (kid cannot catch a break). He's a good kid, if not a little clueless and naive... someone who would hold no ill-will if you had to cut their leg off (this is not a hypothetical GJSKDS). Somehow, despite all this, she is by far the most Normal out of xer family <3 His fashion sense is some kind of spectrum between 60s businesswoman and scene and tbh? Very fun to draw! Her friends and family are very very dear to them and at the moment xe's just kind of letting life take zem wherever.

2. Vague (it/they)

unauthorized fucking thing kill it with hammers NOW!!!!!

Vague started as I think just a proxy for myself in vent art I drew in like early high school sdhjfgds they have since become. something. my mascot I guess? (I still end up using it for vent art sometimes bc it's functionally unkillable and it's fun 2 get narsty sometimes.)

originally it was just the weird cat-shaped angel thing but a couple years ago I gave them a human design that I really love too <3 vague technically has a place in Niko and my other cat furry ocs' story but their human form exists in the real world and is just Like That i think. vague is just a little guy okay? they're sorry about crying and bleeding all over the place (not bc it sees any issue with this they just noticed you looked upsetskjdfhs)

3. Niko (he/they)

Baby's first fursona! Niko was always mostly his own character but now that I have new This is Just Me sona(s), they've been officially retired from that front <3 Niko's story is mostly planned out, I just desperately need to write it somewhere skjdbfs but the gist is that Niko works a shitty minimum wage call center job and finds meaning and love through forming a band with people he happens to meet... also there's some whistleblowing and betrayal and vague slams down out of the sky at some point <3 Niko's band doesn't have a name but they're the lead vocalist! (Niko 🤝 Blue (is blue and sings in their band)) This is a universe where everyone is cat furries simply bc I wanted to design lots of cat furries but also I haven't drawn like half of his bandmates/friends.... orz

Fun fact I found my original doodles of him in an old math notebook and apparently I seriously considered the name "chandler" for them. Help,

4. Larkspur (they/them)

Laaark my friend lark :] they're my player character for a friend's tabletop campaign! *hands you a bug* *hands you a bug* *hands-

Their design was super fun to come up with and they're fun to play as :] They were raised on a farm and have a deep love for animals (insects in particular), but they have a hard time connecting with others and understanding why people act the way they do.. They wear an eyepatch to cover their multiple other eyes bc it gives them bad sensory overload to see with them! They also spent quite a bit of time as a bounty hunter before they were blacklisted from further work bc they let a target escape on purpose... Lark is a ranger/bard and they play the hurdy-gurdy! They're dear to me and I really need to draw them more sjdfhgs

5. Chungy Fresh (she/he/they)

Chungy my belungy.... she's a mimic who spent most of his life being a chest in the temple of a forgotten goddess until they gained sentience and saw a fursuit from far away and decided yep! I'm gonna look like that Now <3 She didn't get all the details right but he's never been happier! I think Chungy spawned from me drawing a weird fox thing and simultaneously thinking "hey wouldn't it be funny if a character had a verbal text/forum signature and it was also their name" skdjfgjskdfls. Chungy is def up there with "most fun ocs of mine to draw" bc she's so Noodly and Malleable... I started playing as him in a friend group's tabletop oneshot thingy (where multiple ppl write different unrelated oneshots but we use the same characters for each session) and it has been a lot of fun!

OKAY OC UNIVERSE TIME. I call my main oc story "Voided 2" bc it takes place in the same universe as my v personal self insert oc story "Voided" that I have been working on/writing/thinking abt since late middle school... It's kinda vaguely modern fantasy/sci-fi? Main things are that there are beings born at the beginning of the universe made of pure energy called Lunoirs. There are countless universes, and each universe has Lunoirs in some capacity. They mainly exist to "keep the balance," but if you ask any specific Lunoir what that means you'll get a million different answers. Mainly they gravitate towards any life within their universe and integrate with them, observing them and protecting them from Shadows and Vacares. Shadows are the unliving souls that will eventually be reborn and reformed into a living soul inside any given universe-- they exist in the space between universes, called the Void. the Void looks different to any being that crosses into it, and it's hard to say what its "true" nature is. Vacares are Lunoirs that have had their souls corrupted and eaten, usually by other Vacares. While Shadows, being amalgamations of soul energy, are strictly neutral, Vacares seek to cause chaos and eat more Lunoir souls, increasing their numbers in a vain attempt to satisfy their endless hunger.

The Lunoir population on Earth is fairly numerous, and since Lunoirs can take on whatever form they choose, many of them live and love and have children with humans, making partial-lunoir children (physically they are nearly indistinguishable from full humans, save for longer lifespans, odd hair and eye colors, and sharper teeth. also they have semi-physical wings, but these have to be manually brought out and often ppl don't even know they have them (*cough* zephyr *cough*)

Lunoirs aren't fully immortal, but they have a different life cycle to most other forms of life. When a non-lunoir dies, their soul disintegrates and is amalgamated with the souls of others in the Void to become Shadows. When a Lunoir dies (outside of having their soul completely corrupted/destroyed), they instead go into a sort of stasis and are reborn later; they have no memories of their previous life (the ones on Earth don't, at least) and they can take on wildly different appearances.

Lunoirs and partial Lunoirs have powers in the form of energy manipulation, particularly when it comes to the energy of their own souls... They can use their souls to form weapons, mainly to fight against Vacares that tend to be immune to physical weapons. Most people have one weapon that they specialize in, but in a pinch nearly everyone can form a knife. Humans can manipulate their own soul energy in this way too, but this ability must be taught/"unlocked" by a Lunoir or a partial Lunoir first (Zephyr, at some point, did this for Thana without either of them realizing it). Lunoirs can also manipulate the energy of the very universe to create Rifts in time and space, sometimes leading between separate universes... These rifts also open of their own accord from time to time, and there's a good number of people who have been displaced from their time or even their universe by unwittingly falling into one.

Every living being has a "soul" (a collection of their life energy), and through a kind of "reaching out," one can feel/taste/smell/hear/see another's soul... every soul is a bit different, so this is an easy way to identify people even from a distance!

The Earth Lunoirs once had a country where they congregated called Saluria, which was the site of a brutal multi-year war against an army of Vacares that wanted reign over Earth... Many Lunoirs and partial Lunoirs across all of Earth's history felt drawn to Saluria, often willingly or unwillingly being rifted to the time of the war to go fight in it... Some partial Lunoirs especially believed it was their sacred duty, while others believed it was a curse leading them to inevitable death... there's even whispers that Saluria itself is alive, luring in young partial and full Lunoirs out of self-preservation.. who's to say. Ultimately, the Salurian War was a victory, but not an easy one.

Lux and Zephyr are half Lunoirs (their mom being full), and Ferdinand is 3/4ths Lunoir! Alan is a bit of a weird case but functionally he's also half Lunoir :]

This is v much simplifying Years of worldbuilding ssjhdfgjks and I can FEEL I missed a bunch of stuff but it's all very very dear 2 me :]

[i-have-a-sideblog-problem]

Let's World Build: Obey Me RAD Headcanons

These are just a few random headcanons about how I think RAD works, and how everyone fits into the school. (Don't mind the grammar and spelling mistakes💙)

The reason that all the characters are still in school, even though they're each several thousand years old, is because school years last longer for demons than humans. Humans on the low end will be in school for 12-ish yrs, and if you go onto higher education it could be another 4-6 yrs or longer. Since demons live longer it makes sense that school would take up more of their life.

Why is Luke going to RAD, if RAD is a college (at least to older players it is)? For the same reason high schoolers are seen in college classes. He's one of those young high schoolers that get to take low-level college classes for credits. (If I wrote a human college AU, Luke would be a 14-year-old who gets adopted by Simon and Solomon after they took one look at him, and went 'damn this kid is going to get eaten alive at this place'.)

All the boys are in different grades. And goes as followed: (from the lowest grade to the highest)

i) Beel, Belphie, and Mammon are in the lowest grade together. Mammon is with them because he doesn't try in class and has had to repeat a grade or two. Though I am 100% team Mammon is a genius, but also so fucking stupid. Also, he's in advanced math.

ii) Simone and Luke are in the same grade level as Mammon, Beel, and Belphie, but don't take classes with them. They were put in different periods to force Luke help them meet other demons aside from the brothers. But everyone has lunch together.

iii) Next is Amso, (mostly) on his own. He's in the grade level he's supposed to be at. He does well in his class and may or may not charm someone for extra points.

iv) Levi is technically also in a grade on his own, but takes (almost only online) classes with all of his brothers. His anxiety really fucked him over when he tried to go to class in person. Once he fully quit trying to go in person, Lucifer worked with Diavolo to have a personal schedule to work out what different levels Levi is actually at so he won't flunk out of school.

v) Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos are in the same grade, along with Satan. Though Satan is only with them for half of those classes. For the other half, Satan is actually at the grade level Mammon should be at (so I guess a grade lower than Lucifer). And Satan hates it. Sure he's proud to have skipped grades and he's even in advanced classes, but having to share the same space as Lucifer, awful!

vi) I honestly don't believe Diavolo and Barbatos need/have to go to school. But Diavolo does go to RAD because he thinks it's fun, and that it will help with making him seem more personable to his citizens. And since his lord wants to go to school Barbatos will stick by Diavolo's side.

vii) Solomon also doesn't need to be at RAD because he's a witty little sorcerer. He works as a teacher's assistant in several classes for credit, and chargers for private tutoring on occasion. Though for extracurricular classes like art, writing, etc. he takes them with Asmo.

viiii) MC takes classes with all the boys. The original plan was to have MC just be in the same classes with Mammon but the professors realized quickly that this human needs a special schedule else they'd be the third member of HOL that would almost fail out of school.

x) Don't ask me about the new undateables I'm not that far in the game yet. But, to guess Thirteen and Raphael are in a grade lower then the group that's with Mammon. And Mesphisto is in the same classes as Lucifer and he also hates it.

RAD is not the only school in the Devildom, but is the most prestigious and sought after school to attend.

An academy level school is more prestigious then a human world Ivy League college. That being said RAD is filled with high-end rich kid demons. Not saying every demon is stuck up though.

Diavolo picked RAD for the exchange program not only because the school is in his name sake. But, also due to the students of RAD being a toughter group to convince of his plan for unity. A lot of the students grew up believing/following old guard thoughts about humans and angels. In Diavolo's mind, if he can convince the students of RAD then it will be easier to convince the rest of the Devildom's citizens.

Demons graduate with degrees in leadership or in soul collecting. (ie.: working in one of the rings of Hell, being sent to the human world to make packs, or learning how to be apart of the Demon's Lord court)

There are other trade schools in the Devildom the teach skill like art, sewing, high level magic, etc.

That's all I got for now hope you enjoyed my ramblings 💙🐏

[fengshenjunlang]

Hello, i just wanna ask what do you think of the manhua JC? dont get me wrong but there scenes that i haven't read in the novel that were shown in manhua even briefly. For example, that JC hugging his puppies. While it was outrightly said that he did have dogs that were sent out after WWX came to lotus cove, I don't really think he was that emotionally attached to them considering how fast he changed his mind. Those little panels of things that were probably implied makes a lot JC delulu stans make him more uwu. While i dont think that child JC is that bad, he is a child for one thet throw tantrums. Even teenage JC is redeemable probably since he was not that bad yet, but i just dont get how they justify him being secretly uwu kind etc whatever it is a positive trait because of his innocent? past self. isn't it ironic how WWX said that JC didn't change at all in the 13 years he was dead, implying he is still immature and the same as ever. I also dont get the part where somehow someone who has such personality is becoming likable to many people, changing his character to fit their description. A few others, i dont really remember but im sure ive seen some, who have evidence of their claim that are too weak to support and does not give the whole picture. As someone who likes JC's patheticness, this is so bizarre to me that i dont really want to involve myself in tiktok or twt. sorry for the long rant, have a great day!

Hello there, Anon.

To be honest, I don't particularly pay any attention to mdzs manhua aside from simping its WangXian moments, lol. Like, my only basis is the original, mdzs novel, whereas other adaptations are just entertainment. And for entertainment, obviously I will only focus on WangXian.

So far, among the other adaptations, mdzs manhua is the closest to canon. Even then, there are things that were changed due to various factors, such as to shorten the lengthy original content or to add more humor, which is common in comic, manga, or manhua.

I mean, things about softening the characters in the manhua was not only done toward JC as far as I know. We saw how Lan Qiren being pretty much drawn like a comedic relief. Even Su She moments in the Second Siege was also drawn in quite a funny way, that makes us the readers find it hard to really immerse ourselves in the severity of the incident, in fact.

Is that a good or bad thing? That depends. For entertainment, mdzs manhua is really good, both from content and arts. Just don't take them as canon material or meta material, since there has been changes due to various consideration. And when things change, it's not Original anymore🙃

The fact I have Twitter just to use the username to login on other websites, and the fact that I don't own TikTok at all, makes me unqualified to say things about mdzs fandom on Twitter or TikTok, lol. I'm sorry, Anon. Honestly, aside from Tumblr and Lofter, I don't really engage in mdzs fandom on other platform...?

But characters with pet attribute generally spark more interest with fans. Just like how WangXian and rabbits and Lil Apple are. Canonically, kid-JC is indeed fond of dogs (puppies or adult dogs I don't know).

Though, whether this fondness is a long lasting fondness is a question. Because after Wei Wuxian left YMJ he didn't try to own any dog. Some fans take it as JC being loyal to WWX, like, he was waiting for him to come back, etc. But, another fact is that, if he is still fond of dog but didn't want to own it due to WWX, then why wasn't he the one who give the dog to Jin Ling? Isn't he supposed to be the best Uncle for Jin Ling?

My headcanon is that, the adult JC likes dog, but not particularly fond of it like how other Dog lovers are. It's like how most people are enthusiastic when they saw stray cats, but that's it, most people won't dedicate themselves to adopt them, gave them foods, or help them. Most people just "like" But not fond enough to dedicate their life for pets. And so is Jiang Cheng toward Dogs.

[juni-ravenhall]

a story or small book or a poem about stuff i thought about

i didnt have any responsible adults in my entire life. i dont have any still now, when im a disabled adult living in poverty. i think a lot about how nice it would be to find some lonely old middle class people who take a liking to me and adopt me as their kid or grandkid since theirs doesnt talk to them much. how much it would help me to have support from anyone.

i was the most bullied kid in my entire elementary school. i never thought of it that way until recently when i randomly said it out loud during a convo on some related topic. after elementary school i was still bullied and isolated and judged, but not always the no.1 victim. i have a lot of damage from how bullied and alone ive always been, including how isolated i am now. i had friends sometimes, but i lost them.

i live in poverty and cant afford a dishwasher or a good bed. my back hurts a lot on top of my other illnesses. i have to wash a lot of dishes and cook a lot of food alone. the bed is uncomfortable. it hurts my back. when my back hurts, it makes it harder to focus, or rest. it makes everything harder than it already is. i cant really think at all on the days when the pain is worst. i stretch. i try. but im also stuck without money inside a small apartment in a bad neighbourhood, and its hard to feel the motivation to do anything.

the wellfare system and the healthcare system doesn't care to help me get healthy. i'm supposed to simply "find a job", even though my resumé is empty with an unexplainable gap of a decade. i dropped out of uni maybe 3 or 5 times. i dont have a degree. i barely made it through highschool. i didnt know that it was mental illness and symptoms of the abuse. i didnt understand that until i was over 20. i still didnt understand that when i tried to do uni, over and over. i kept trying because i am a hopeful person. i tried to learn alone and create alone, too, because i had hope. but hope doesn't get you anywhere if you don't have any support. i know that now.

i think about that im smarter and more knowledgeable and more effective than most people ive ever met who earn 30k sek a month. like the people who yell at me from the wellfare office for asking questions. or the doctors who conclude that i require no treatment despite my obvious disability. or the people making videogames who dont understand anything about game design. i do understand it and i could teach them so much in one hour, if they talked to me. i could make someone a master artist if i taught them for a few weeks. i am fluent in english on top of my native language and understand linguistics and etymology really well. i can read and write in 4 different alphabets at least. one time i composed an original piece of music for my sibling's school project in the span of a few hours of a night, and they told me everyone in their group was amazed that i made something unique for them, from scratch, that quickly.

i don't think that i'm less capable or less skilled or less intelligent or less rational or less efficient, than middle class people. i don't have any proof that this would be the case. the thing i do have proof of is that i have a lot of struggles that come from being a childhood and adulthood abuse victim and bully victim with no support network, with no help, with no money to ask for help. maybe i wouldn't be this damaged today if i had had 15k sek a month for a few years.

i wouldnt even know how to spend 30k sek a month. well, that's not true. i would save it for the future, to stay safe, while also donating to people in my communities, like my tumblr dashboard. that person that often struggles with rent and meds. that person that does emergency commissions. that person with a sick cat. those people, i would give 1000kr each of my 30.000kr salary. if i gave 1000kr to three different poor people every month, i would still have 27.000kr. if my rent and bills were around 10000kr (in a nicer place than now), and i eat food and use hygiene products for around 3000kr, and i buy meds and clothes and bus tickets and small things for around 2000kr, i would still have 12.000kr left. thats pretty much just completely insane. if i saved 12k sek every month, i would have saved more than 100.000kr in one year from my salary, and still given away 1000kr every month to three poor people, and still been able to live happily with food, medicine, bus tickets and cinema visits, and warm clothes in my size.

i could save 12k sek a month, or i could use 2000kr more, to give 1000kr more to two more poor people. for a total of 5 different struggling humans who i could give 1000kr each month. and still save 10.000kr for my future safety. every month. more than 100.000kr savings a year.

the people who earn 30k sek a month in sweden are earning relatively small salaries. there are many who earn 35k, or even 40k, or even more than that. they don't usually give 1000kr a month to 5 different poor people. they also don't usually get therapy, which they can afford, although some do. if i had 10.000kr left just for savings every month, i would get horse therapy, every week. but i might not even have to use the 10k for that. i might be able to cover that partially with the 2000kr i calculated for other spendings. i would be really happy if i could get horse therapy every week.

if you are middle class, you don't live in the same world we do, i don't think. i don't really understand how it works anymore. if you could give 1000kr to 3 or 5 starving people every month, and still save 10.000kr every month, and still live freely and happily and healthily yourself every month. why would you not do that? i think that's why they say "poor people stay poor because we give money away". when we have it, we share it, because we understand how valuable even the smallest sums are. but it's still hard for me to understand how people earning 30k+ sek every month are the majority of this country and how the majority of people are not doing anything similar with their money as what i would do.

my skills, logic or knowledge don't earn me anything. because if you don't have a network, if you don't have support, if you don't have anything, you can't get anything, either.

my only way out is to keep having hope even though i've learnt that hope doesn't actually help me at all, beyond keeping me from killing myself, sometimes. mostly it's the fact that yasmin would be alone that keeps me from it though. because she also has no support, she also doesn't have anything. at least we are together, in the cold without proper winter clothes. at least we are together, when the drug addicts are banging on our window at 4am. at least we are together, wondering how to ever find any means of employment, in a system that's built against us. how to find support in a society where middle class people will tell you that you aren't trying hard enough, while they don't know even how much 100kr is.

112kr is bus tickets back and forth to downtown for two people. that means we can go windowshopping together, or to the library, but we can't buy anything. 200kr means we can go downtown *and* buy a small trinket or a snack. 500kr, means we can go downtown and buy a piece of second hand clothing, or go to the cinema together, or eat a restaurant meal together, one of those things.

1000kr to a poor person every month can help them buy their meds. pay their rent. or to go to the cinema to cheer up, because sitting in a cold small apartment in a bad neighbourhood can make you feel really bad. it doesn't make it easier to work, or easier to study, or easier to get healthier and move up in society. it's really hard to make a "class journey upwards". middle class people seem to not realise that they've been fed propaganda about poor people. i can understand that the upper classes don't know and don't care, because they are horrible unempathetic people all throughout. if you have that much money and don't help the ones less fortunate, or fight the system for us and with us, there is no redemption.

but middle class people, for some reason, it feels as if you should know. as if you should understand how much 100kr is, or how much 1000kr is, or how much 10.000kr is. because you are only one car accident or one severe health problem away from starting to trickle down in class. well, that wouldn't be enough if you have a support network, or if you have a lot of savings, or if you have a loaded family. but over time, with long-term disability, you might lose your middle class. or maybe your sibling does, or your best friend.

it feels as if it shouldn't be that far away from you, that you can't imagine, that you can't understand that some of us right here around you, in your communities, would have our lives changed by having even half of your money every month. the fact that you don't even have to donate a few 100s "instead of" saving it, or "instead of" spending it on games, or on netflix, or on restaurants. you can spend 1000kr on 5 different poor people each month and still have 10.000kr left over just for savings, or for as many gacha tickets as you want, or for trips to spain, if you prefer.

middle class and upper class people's ability to be patrons to those stuck in lower classes without losing any of their own priviledges is just very interesting. i've seen middle class people tell lower class people that their commissions are too expensive. but if you earn 30k sek a month, paying 1000kr for one single commission is actually more or less nothing to you, on average. the same goes for buying products not made in sweatshops. if you have 10.000sek left to save every month, i think you can afford to not support fast fashion, or fast food. poor people are being exploited, ruined and killed to create those products. not for any fault of their own, but because they were born unfortunate. and poor people on your dashboard are unable to pick up their medicines or pay their rents or buy food and warm clothes, not for any fault of their own, but because they were born unfortunate.

we were born without support networks, without responsible and healthy adults around us. we were bullied and isolated in school. we didn't have the opportunity to make "class journeys upward", because we didn't get healthcare or wellfare or other support to help us get through school, or to help pay for it. we didn't have any energy or ability to "network" and lick boots and kiss ass to get special treatment from richer people, even if we wanted to. the bullying and the abuse gave us PTSD, social phobias. reclusiveness. somehow they really don't understand how hard it is to create a network out of nothing, if you have damage from abuse and bullying. how it's not actually your fault that you don't have support. how it's not your fault you didn't just "get better", when the systems are built against you.

i've been a "free psychologist" to many people online for many years. people tell me "nobody understood me that well before", or "wow, that really changed my life". but i'm actually very tired of being a good therapist for no rewards other than seeing people feel better. no payment. and every time i play a videogame, i imagine i could have a sit-down with the developers and outline to them every single thing they could do to improve the game and sell more copies and have happier players. it comes very easy to me. but there is no way to just become a paid psychologist or a videogame fixer out of an empty resumé. i am not able to try to get a uni degree again, because then i would have no money at all for food and rent. so i am here with my empty resumé, without any support, without warm winter clothes in my size. without 1000kr to give to 3 or 5 poor people every month, and 10.000 for savings, for a safe future.

i really don't know what to do anymore, and i don't know how i will ever be able to take a middle class person seriously ever again, either. not if they earn more than 25k sek a month. below that, maybe they still know what 100kr is worth. i'm not sure. but the majority of sweden's working population earns a lot more than that, and has a university degree, because they weren't fucked up so bad that they couldn't finish school. nowadays, i side-eye everyone i see outside, and wonder if they know how much 100kr is worth. i don't think the drug dealers and users in this neighbourhood know how much 100kr is worth. i wish i could have gone into drug dealing, or into drug using. even just drinking. that's what everyone else does in this social class, for a reason. i just had hope that things could be different some day. that if i was responsible and kept trying, things could get better. it doesn't. i don't know if it matters if i spent my wellfare allowance on food or on drugs, or videogames. i don't know if my life will ever get any better regardless. but i spend it on food and medicine and hygiene products, because i have always been responsible, even though it has gotten me nowhere.

another job i could do would be to give middle class and rich people advice on how to spend their money. i would help them both save and invest properly with my knowledge and logic, as well as spending on a healthy mature life for themselves, and investing in their own happiness as well as their family and community's happiness. i could do all of that. it comes easy to me. i think i could be a counsellor. i could be a game designer. i could teach people how to be great artists. i could teach people how to improve themselves. or i could make music and some people would enjoy it enough to pay me for it. there are really many jobs that would come easy to me. everywhere around me that i look, i see people who don't understand as much about the world as i do. who don't know how to improve or how to move forward, when i can see it easily. i don't think that i'm lesser than people who earn 30.000kr a month. i heard that they take coffee breaks and smoking breaks. i heard that they go get sushi for lunch. i heard that you actually even get extra money for healthcare and other things through benefits of your work. i don't know why they don't know how much 100kr is worth.

the doctors told me that there is nothing they can do to help me, but if i pretend that i have autism, i might be able to get more help. because there are systems in place in sweden for people who have autism, and there might be ways for me to get more support and more different kinds of help that way. but i am a responsible person, and i felt that it would be wrong to pretend to have autism if i don't. the help that they said might be possible is also just a "might" or a "maybe". i think i would pretend to have autism if they told me that i would get 30.000kr a month by getting a job through a special programme for autistic people. but i don't know if anything like that would ever happen, so i don't feel comfortable taking a gamble on it. i also feel really angry that the system is like this, and that well-meaning psychologists at the city hospital feel pressured to tell me that the only way they can help me is if i say i have autism.

the only idea i really have for how to not die is to eventually be able to finish making a serious videogame, all alone or with the help of yasmin, or my sibling, or someone i havent met yet. there are people like me, who are creative and analytical, who made very successful videogames alone or almost alone. and i think im a very good game designer, because it comes easy to me. i always know how to fix other people's games, even though nobody asks me to. i know what's wrong: it's usually the same few things. they lack clear direction, in gameplay, art, story, or in everything. they lack a clear sense of their target audience and their desires. they lack understanding of the fundamentals of good game design and what makes games fun and enjoyable and satisfying to play. they lack focus on making the core of the game strong and solid and focus too much on unnecessary things outside of the core gameplay and other pillars of the game. they lack skills in design, or skills in art, or skills in writing. which again comes back to lacking focus, because almost everything is about focus. it's about understanding what the most core things are, what is the most important, both to you and to your audience. it's about pushing design into interesting unique places, or about pushing boundaries for realism, or about limiting your scope to your resources and goals.

when i said i could make someone a master artist by teaching them for a few weeks, it's more or less the same thing. i would teach them that they need to find a core and find focus. they need to push the limits of their art and their ideas, and maybe the limits of the world and society. to focus on shapes and colours and feelings and pushing extremes, while also learning fundamentals of anatomies and perspectives and layouts just to back up the important parts. or if they just want to make ugly vectors for a boring company for 30.000sek each month, i would teach them to focus only on improving those skills necessary for that and to have a full understanding of what their niche means and what the market is like for them. i would also teach them that they can still push their personal limits and make interesting work even if they have a job making ugly art for a boring company, if they wanted to. i would teach them how to market and advertise their art. most of everything is just about focus and about cores and about disregarding useless things. those kinds of things come easy to me. i think it doesn't come easy to most people i see that earn 30.000kr a month. i could even be their therapist to help them stop feeling inferior about their art or stop having impostor syndrome. i understand how the world works and i'm able to teach others about it, if they want to listen.

the biggest evil in the world is expansion, the concept of expansion. our planet and our societies are going to be destroyed because of expansion, and we are hurting today, especially those of us in lower classes, because of expansion. the opposite of expansion is to make smaller and make less. the balanced version is to sustain. if the rich people stopped expanding, the planet and its poor people would do so much better. if we started sustaining instead of expanding, we would be good on our way, and if we started lessening, we could reverse most problems we have.

expanding comes in many forms, everywhere, all the time. when you want to have more money even though you already have enough to live a healthy, safe and happy life, that's expansion. when a company wants to make more money this month than last month, even though its owners have enough money to live a happy life, that's expansion (unless their only purpose in making more money is to help society in some way). when a government wants more land, that's expansion. i could really go on, but almost every evil in the world is expansion at its core. it's about someone wanting to get richer, someone wanting more priviledges, and that someone is someone who doesn't need it, someone who already has it. a company who already has it. a billionaire who already has it. a government who already has it.

i understand a lot about fixing the world. i understand that solving homelessness is possible and would logically be a good investment for societies. i understand that keeping people poor and exploiting them is a way for powerful people to stay powerful. i understand that nobody who has power or money actually wants to help fix the world, because it wouldn't benefit them personally. i understand that those of us who do want to fix the world never get the resources to do so, and won't receive funding from the people who don't want it fixed. i also understand that if i became a politician, i would get death threats. my life would be even harder than it is now. i don't have the option to gamble with my safety like that, when i can't even afford warm winter clothes in my size. it's also not the very easiest job for me. the very easiest would be game designer. the second easiest would be counsellor. politician comes a bit later. i think it would be nice to perform a job that's easy for me and earn 30.000kr every month.

i have a hard time focusing on creating things these days, or focusing on learning things that would help me, like programming. i know a bit of programming, and i know the logic of it very well. i could map out the way the code should work on paper. but learning all the phrases and exact ways of putting it together takes a lot of effort from me, and with my disability it's difficult to do that. i used to draw a lot, and i studied animation very deeply for some years. i read everything about the history of animation that i came across, and about all the fundamentals, the ideas, the ways to make good animation. different mindsets, some that i agree with and some that i don't. i don't think that good animation has to be smooth, or anatomically correct, or correct in perspective. i think anything can be great if it's done with a lot of feeling and honesty and genuinity. you have to have focus. you have to know what your core is, and what the core of your animation is, what the core of each movement, each action, and each scene is. the core of each character. the core of the story, and the colour palettes. the feelings and the motifs. i don't agree that it matters if its two frames or thirty frames. the part that's going to blow people away is the feeling and the extremes. the wild bold colours, or the extremely minimal colours. the massive movements, or the nuanced tiny ones. the ones that tell a story, or the ones that give you a feeling and a sensation without a story. the ones that are anatomically correct and twenty-four frames per second are never going to matter to anyone if they don't feel like anything. that's what i think.

most things are about focus and cores and about not wasting resources on the wrong things. it's about not expanding in the wrong direction. things that come easy to me. if i had the energy, if my back didn't hurt so much, if i could buy sushi for lunch, i would make the best horse videogame in the entire history of the world. i would get more than 30.000kr per month for it, and i would give 1000kr each to 3 or 5 poor people every month to help them with their rent, or their meds, or their sick cat. i would be the responsible adult in my life who has got my back, who can support me, who can help me, and i would be that adult for others. i would pay to go to horse therapy every week, and i would still be able to save 100.000kr every year, and i would be safe, and i would be happy.

[roobylavender]

ive been scouring through your old specifically batman related posts and you mentioned how you were reading batgirl 2000 but havent finished it and i would genuinely love to know your thoughts because personally i feel like it genuinely establishes cass as such an interesting character and i think you would find her fascinating . however i find myself disliking bruce more often than not like i feel like nearly everything he teaches her is unhealthy lol like yes cass you should throw your life away for others and dedicate yourself solely to the mission. he definitely has a fondness for her but i dont know. and i feel like that one issue, #50 or around that, i just dont know how to feel with bruce wanting to physically fight her and i feel crazy for taking a bit of an issue with that considering everyone glosses over it? like yes the end of that is about has cass accepting his love which is nice and him giving it to her in a way she understands but i think some things he does are a bit. idk idk

[in tears] i think it was more than a year ago i picked up the preliminary dc issues part of no man's land to start reading about her and then for some reason i never continued like i think i got busy.. i really need to like sit down properly sometime this summer if i can and start from knightfall and proceed onward so i can get in the right headspace for re-evaluating bruce's progression again. bc i am definitely interested in what i have heard of bruce's more unorthodox parenting methods in batgirl and much as i am loath to portrayals of bruce as an outright hostile parent i am not entirely opposed to him embodying a parenting style that is simply.. very weird and maybe questionable as an extension of how crazy the phenomena of the robins and batgirls is in the first place. like yes it's a reflection of his deep empathy and compassion that he adopts dick and jason and then allows them to use robin as a conduit through which to channel their angers and fears so they don't turn out as emotionally isolated or obsessive as he thinks he did but it's also obv not really a normal thing to do! and you could def argue it's something that sets bruce's relationships with his sidekicks apart from that of his peers and their sidekicks (although i suppose some people might want to compare with arthur/garth or ollie/roy, but my answer to that would be that at least from what little of aquaman canon i have read i don't think arthur had any particular motive in taking on garth as a sidekick beyond it simply being convenient after the adoption; and with ollie i think that's even more true bc it's the lack of motive that leads to his temporary rift with roy bc ollie hasn't put quite enough thought into what he wants roy to be and that is something that hurts roy in turn). no normal parent is going to tell their kid to fight them in order to ascertain if they're truly committed to the cause. but a bruce who has by now had experiences with a handful of children whom he believes he imposed a duty onto rather than allowing them to come to the conclusion of wanting to uphold that duty themselves, may very well think asking his adopted daughter to fight him to prove her intent is logical and a means of ensuring he is not making the same mistakes all over again. doesn't make it any less crazy a thing to do! but it's certainly bruce to the core. interestingly i am curious if that is something barbara calls him out on bc if anyone were to do it i feel like she would. i like that she's the person who gets to poke at him for being a bit of a paranoid weirdo

[sab-carpenters]

I don't completely hate the Sylvie wants to save the baby storyline, what makes me furious is that it's an almost like for like reuse of Gabby & Louie. Can't they come up with new storylines?

Also, they are supposed to be doing well with Dylan, but then she ignores him for a week and now she is planning to adopt the baby alone?

I used to love Sylvie's character, even when she first came on and some people hated her for "replacing" Shay, but they are slowly killing all growth for her this season 😥

okay i agree that maybe they could’ve come up with something else, especially if this is the way they’re going to write her out. i’ve been saying idk how i feel about this storyline bc they just did it with cruz this season. ive come to a point in this fandom where not everyone is going to view some things in this show the same way i do and that’s okay. the way i see this whole thing is that sylvie’s connection with the baby has to do with her own experience with adoption. she feels connected to this baby because her story reminds her of her own. she just wants to make sure that the baby ends up in a loving home the same way she did. every character that had an adoption sl in these shows have had different connections with these kids. i just wish people would look at this from her perspective and realize why this whole thing makes sense for her character. i get not everyone is going to like this storyline and i respect that some people think that the storyline is just being reused (which is the writers fault if i’m being honest, i do wish they came up with something else kinda) but my only issue which everything is the fact that everyone is calling sylvie a creep and obsessive over this and it’s pissing me off. also about dylan — we all knew things weren’t going well with dylan lol hes someone we knew who wouldn’t stick around (literally no one cares about him lmao). one thing i will say is that the writing for sylvie this season has not been the best (it’s literally why i want them to write her out before they make things worse) but no matter what, nobody can make me hate her 🤷🏽‍♀️

[midnapanda]

(drill sergeant voice) You there! Person in the notes of that one post where, in the tags, you said you wanted to care about your OCs more! Drop and give me 5 or more things you like about your OCs!!!

(OR NOT. No pressure if you don't want to!)

-someone whose OCs are their hyperfixation and is trying to give you an opportunity to think about your OCs again + just really likes hearing about other people's OCs as well :]

You are the nicest drill sergeant ive ever met wowie...

I might not have 5 concrete things, but everyone knows i can ramble a Ton if you ask the right question (which. I, in a spur of the moment, have decided, you have. sorry in advance <3).

I was originally planning to "write" a story and build a world for these 2 characters I drew up one day. Their "placeholder" names (by that i mean theyre kinda stuck with these names forever lol) were Vivian and Raphael. They originally had design elements with locks and zippers, Vivian with a locked choker, and Raphael with a zipper cheek piercing. I tried to make those design elements sorta magical, like Raphael could literally zip his lips shut.

Then i completely scrapped those design elements in favor of giving them tangible weapons or powers. Vivian with these magic hoop earrings that could expand, and she could do hulahoop tricks/combat with. Raphael basically just had lightning powers.

THEN then, I think I kinda staved off giving Raphael much to stand out with..? My most recent focus (from maybe a year or so ago lol) was on Vivian and her backstory, of growing up in this sorta cultish palace where girls are raised to conform to traditional western ideals of femininity and beauty. The head of the palace acts like this sort of controlling mother figure for the girls, telling them how they should look and act, and shunning them should they disobey or retaliate.

I had Vivian find herself trapped in this place, not raised in it, but basically getting adopted into it. She rebels against a couple of things as a kid, but is mostly ok with following "the rules" until things start getting harder for her. Eventually, the "graduation" (or rather, the only way to escape) from this palace is through marriage to a man, and this is Vivian's breaking point. She runs away somehow, or she gets exiled idk, and that's where her story is supposed to begin.

OH and uh. There was gonna be flower theming with the palace. I think I called it the Perennial Palace because the lady running it was basically attempting to achieve eternal youth or something. Also alliteration lol.

And on your wedding day, you get a big flowery, petaly dress to wear. Cause y'know full blossom or bloom or whatever.

[miraculous-trinity-leo]

Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Chapter 5: Then Let The Games Begin

•—–—–·†·–—–—•

Soooo, the Batfam is panicking, Gotham's confused as to why Iron Man is flying over Gotham like a madman, and Maria is with two of Gotham's Sirens (but only Ivy and Harley know this) having a wonderful time playing with Bud and Lou.

Let's start with the Sirens.

Harley is watching over Maria and Tikki as they sleep with Bud and Lou, Ivy walkes over to sit next to Harley, handing her a cup of tea.

"So, what's the diagnosis?" - Ivy

"She has some sort of trauma, has class issues... and handles more than she should, but still does everythin', on top of bein' a hero. She's been through some sh-t Pam." Yeah Harley may have found out Maria's a hero (if the tiny god and magic were anything to go by).

"Is she alone?" - Ivy

"No, thankfully, she has supportive parents, and friends that aren't little sh-ts. I think they're also heroes, she also has a lot, and I a mean A LOT of pent up emotions, she doesn't show anythin' negative, only positive things. She seems to shrink in on herself if she thinks she does somethin' wrong. Pam, we both know there's a limit to how much crap a person can take before they snap, and she's such a sweet kid. There has to be somethin' we can do to help her Ives." Ok she found out alot, but in Marias' defense, they have trustworthy souls, and they were the only other people (besides her friends) that she talked to about it, yes she had her Maman and Uncle to talk about hero stuff, but for the stuff her class does, she only ever vented (without being negative) to her friends.

"Her class is visiting the Botanical Gardens in three days, and it's a 2 part tour, so we can see just what's going on. If it's bad then we scare them a bit, if it's bad bad... they can handle a few slightly poisonous plants right?" - Ivy

"God I love the way ya think Ives, do ya think she can stay with us? I mean look at how cute she is with Bud and Lou... Oh my god, she's cuddlin' dem, and ya gave her a flower crown, how'd I miss that?! Where's the camera?"

Harley took a picture to remind her of this wonderful moment. As Ivy and Harley looked at the picture, they both promised to keep Maria safe, and maybe become sorta kinda-ish parents to her while she's in Gotham.

•—–·Now back to the Bat-Chaos Bat-Cave·–—•

Tim took over the chair and was now searching the possible locations with Jarvis, Damian was sitting on a different chair, trying to act cool, but he wouldn't stop looking over at Tim, to see his progress. Bruce was talking over the comms with Tony. Dick and Jason, weren't helping (they kept feeding each other worse and worse ideas of what could have happened to Maria). Then they heard Jarvis speak.

"I have found the most likely area Ms. Dupain-Cheng would be in. Her phone died about 56 blocks away from her hotel, if we don't count kidnapping, or murder, she would have thought about asking for directions, but may have decided not to considering the city she is in. So that leaves us with a possible 15-25 mile radius from her last known location. I think it best to divide into groups of two, have Oracle stay and update you if anything on security, and or traffic cameras happens. Bruce will be with Tony, Dick will go with Tim, and Jason will go with Damain to search within the area. Stephanie and Cassandra will search around a 5 mile radius near Wayne hotel." as Jarvis continued to explain the other details, the Batfam began to suit up, Batman met up with Iron Man, and they took the North area, Nightwing and Red Robin took the East area, while Red Hood and Robin searched the South. Steph and Cass were on foot in civilian clothes, searching the West area they were assigned.

They searched for the whole day, and came up with nothing. Until Oracle saw a video from a traffic cam around 9pm, 15 blocks away from where her phone died. She called it in and everyone went back to the cave. Once everyone was at the Bat-Computer, Oracle pressed play, the cameras didn't have sound, and it wasn't close enough to see if she was ok.

They watched as she went to an overgrown parking lot and sat down. She was looking down at the ground, and that's when they spotted two figures round the corner and spot her. They watched as the two figures approach Maria, and saw the startled reaction she had. They realized it was Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy that were talking to her, then they saw Maria collapse. They watched as Harley made sure she was ok, looking over to Ivy before looking back to Maria and picking her up. The last thing they saw, was Maria being carried away by two of Gothams' most dangerous rouges, but now they knew where to look next.

•—–· Back to Ivy and Harley ·–—•

Harley continued to take adorable pictures of the children.

"God, they're so f-ckin' cute!" - Harley for the 20th time

As Ivy continued to watch while caring for her plants, Catwoman walked in.

"Hey girls, got the stuff for movie night, so what are we- Holy mother of cats! He adopted another f-cking child didn't he! Where the hell does he keep finding them?! 7 was ment to be the god DAMN LIMIT!!!" - Catwoman

Maria jumped at the sudden shouting and may have accidentally summoned a yo-yo (one made useing creation magic and protection magic) before saying.

"Tikki where's the akuma?! How long was I out?! Forget it Tikki spot-" she then realized she wasn't in Paris, and seeing a new face, she also realized she just spilled her secret to another person within the same day... kinda

"Fffffffffffudge sunday that fell on the pavement!" - Maria shouted in baker profanities

"That's not how ya curse sweetheart. It should go more like-" Harley was cut off by a vine Ivy had summoned.

"Harley, cursing makes the plants sad, you know this." - Ivy said removing the vine

Harley just walked over to Maria and whipsered it in her ear.

"You're supposed to say it more like this, ' ..... .... ... .. ....... .. ... .....' ok?" - Harley ended with a big smile

"... I will never see this world in the same frickin' light ever again." - Maria

"ehh close enough." - Harley

"Can someone please tell me, WTH is going on here, on our special girls day off?!" - Catwoman

"She is a new member of the Sirens as of today, and as a member, she's unda our protection, so effective immediately." - Harley

"Cool." - Maria

"Harley." - Ivy

"Wut... first things first, if she is going to join, she needs to be very flexible, know how to fight, and be incredibly intelligent." - Catwoman

"She beat Ed's @ss with a gun pointed at her, and solved every riddle with ease, so I'm positive she'll be an amazin' addition to the team." - Harley

'God she sounds like a new mother now' "But we don't know how good her flexibility is." - Catwoman

"I know, hey Maria, ya wanna do some tricks with me, of course we need to stretch first, but do ya wanna give it a go?" - Harley

"Sure." - Maria

Ivy and Catwoman sat down on a couch a few feet away from where Maria and Harley stood in the empty part of the building. They started out with stretches, and to Catwoman's surprise (and Harley's delight) Maria copied Harleys streches perfectly.

"Ok, now that that's done, we'll start with some cartwheels, then move on to flips, then handsprings and so on." - Harley

Maria gave Harley a nod... and they were off... literally, Harley did a cartwheel into a handspring, and a few backflips, Maria executed it flawlessly. Harley did some more complicated gymnastics tricks, and Maria did it, Harley did triple backflips going into a cartwheel, into a summersault, and Maria did that perfectly as well. This went on until both Harley and Maria were slightly out of breath, both having massive smiles on their faces.

"Ives, please let her join, she's like a mini me." - Harley then hugged Maria and they somehow both tripled in cuteness as they both did puppy (or Puss In Boots style) eyes at Catwoman and Ivy.

"Sure Harley." - Ivy said walking over to give Harley a small kiss on the cheek.

"Okay... but she doesn't have a costume yet, and she still has to think of a name for herself." - Catwoman

"Is a mouse good, like a mouse themed costume, that or a Turtle themed one. What do you think Harley?" - Maria

"Mmmm, I like that with the mouse you can always toy with Cat, ya know, cat an' mouse stuff, turtle seems... weird even fawh Gotham, so personally I would pick mouse, just because of the cheesy jokes you could do." - Harley

"Very funny, ok then, give me a moment."  Maria then reached out her hand, her eyes then started to glow an icy blue, and a small portal opened in front of her, she reached in and pulled out a small pendant necklace. After she put it on a small mouce appeared and greated itself, Marias' eyes going back to normal after closing the portal.

"Hello I'm Mullo, nice to meet you all."

"Omg omg omg, It's soooo f-ckin' CUTE!" - Harley

"Best to assume all of them are extremely cute Harls." - Ivy

"What the Hell did I miss in the week I was gone?!" - Catwoman

"Ehh, not much, oh but Iron Man did fly aroun' Gotham a few times earlier this mornin' like a madman." - Harley

"Oh sh-t." - Maria

"Maria are ya ok? That was ya first official proper curse in my presence." Harley said looking over to the girl.

"He's gonna kill me." - Maria

"Wait, what do you mean Marigold?" - Ivy

"... He's my Uncle, and I never got to text him I was ok, since my phone died before I met you." - Maria

"Hey, I'm sure he'll understand, now what are we watchin'?" - Harley

"I think we have more important matters other than movies at the moment!" - Catwoman

"Ok, Me Myself and Irene it is." - Harley

"No! You basically kidnapped Iron Mans' NIECE!!!" - Catwoman

"Technically, she fainted and us bein' the good Gothamites we are, decided to take her with us, to make sure she was a-okay." - Harley

"I'm ganna need more than just a six pack of soda to get me through this... Just put the movie on already." - Catwoman

Catwoman sat at the far left end of the couch, next to her sat Ivy, then Maria, and then Harley, Bud and Lou by their feet. All of them sharing one big blanket (Becuase if Iron Man did show up, or any of the birds, then Maria was in a protective burrito and they may not see her right away) and they started the movie.

•—–·–—•

"Oh god, the poor cow." - Maria

.........

"Hahahaha, he stuck a whole f-ckin' chicken head in that guys @ss" - Harley

"The poor chicken." - Maria

"Maria you don't want to see this part." - Ivy then lightly covered her eyes for the ehem, chicken extraction.

.........

"Anyone up for another movie?" - Harley

"That depends." - Ivy

"Any suggestions Cat?" - Harley looked across to the other end of the couch to see Catwoman already sleeping.

"She took her cat-nap already? Seriously?" - Harley

"... What about Pirates of The Caribbean?" - Maria

"I'm good with that." - Ivy

And they started the next movie, Maria was happy, it felt like when her maman and papa would sleep with her when she made a pillow fort. It was a loving atmosphere, it felt safe, and nothing could ruin it. Marias' eyes became heavy, and she leaned her head on Harleys' shoulder, falling asleep after a few minutes.

Ivy paused the move looking over to see both Harley and Maria sleeping, soon Ivy also fell asleep in the comfortable silence.

…………………………

Around an hour later Maria woke up in a panic, she had a nightmare, and kept looking around frantically for someone with tears running down her face.

"What's the matter hun?" - Harley said looking around to see if someone had gotten in. When she looked back at Maria she saw that she was crying.

"What happened?" Harley asked in a kind voice that was filled with motherly love.

"I, just *hic* had a bad dream that's *hic* all, I'm fine." - Maira said trying to wipe the tears away.

"You're ok, I promise nothin's goin' to happen to ya as long as Ivy and I are here, ok hun?" - Harley hugged Maria, and she could feel the girl let out a few more sobs, and quick breathes.

"Thanks Maman." Maria didn't even realize what she had said, it just felt natural for her to say it.

"You're welcome hun." 'Omg I'm gonna cry, she called me maman!' Harley rubbed small circles over Marias' back, and began humming until she fell asleep, she continued to hug Maria until she also fell asleep.

•—–· Back to the Chaos Bat-Cave ·–—•

"What do you mean she's with two of Gotham City's Sirens?!" - Tony

"Tony, calm down, I'll call Selina, she can talk to them and get this all sorted out." - Bruce

"Your fiancee is a Gotham Siren too?! Why didn't you tell me?!" - Tony

"Why isn't she picking up? And unlike some people, this family doesn't like outing our secret identities... on live TV." - Bruce

"Oh well excuse me for not keeping my secret identity a SECRET!" - Tony

"I'll try calling her one more time." - Bruce

"Bruce, it's 3am. Who in their right mind ever stays up this late.... aside from this family." - Tim with a giant coffee mug in hand.

"... I'll just call her one more time." Bruce then connected it to the Bat-Computer so everyone could hear.

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Catwoman's phone is ringing like crazy, waking everyone up, including a tired, annoyed, and confused Selina.

"Wth does he want at 3 in the morning?!" - Selina

"Just answer it so we can keep sleepin'." - Harley still hugging Maria

"I'm putting it on speaker, so you lot can testify against his @ss in court, for disturbing the peace."

•—–· Over to Batsy ·–—•

"Selina I need to ask-"

"WHAT THE F-CKING HELL DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT A GOOD NIGHTS REST!" - Selina

"Oooooh, she sounds pissed Bruce." - Jason

"I'm sorry to call you at this hour, but we need to find a girl that looks just like every single one of my other kids." - Bruce

"Bruce... I thought we agreed that 7 kids was. the. f-cking. limit." - Selina

•—–· Back to the Sirens ·–—•

Selina looked over to Maria before muting the speaker.

"Do you want them to know you're here Kitten?" - Selina

"... I'm tired, I haven't had coffee, I have no filter, so f-ck it, act like you never saw me today, and let them drown in chaos. " - Maria

"I think I like filter less Maria." - Harley

"Okay." Selina shrugged her shoulders and then un-muted her phone, putting it back on speaker mode.

"Where was she last seen?" - Selina

"She was last seen with Harley and Poison Ivy, I want you to see if she's still with them." - Bruce

Selina looked over to Maria and Harley, both of them shook their heads with mischievous grins.

"I've been with them all day, and I haven't once seen a girl that looks like your kids. Now can I go back to sleep, and forget this ever happened?" - Selina

"WHERE IS MY NIECE!!!" - Tony

"Oh, hey Tony, didn't know you were there, don't know who, or where your niece is, but good luck trying to find her. Oh and Bruce, I'm shutting my phone off so you don't keep calling till the butt crack of dawn. And congrats it's now 4am. you owe me a lunch date, uh-ba-bye." Selina then hung up her phone and turned it off.

"That went pretty well if you ask me, now I'm going back to sleep." - Selina

•—–· Back to Batsy ·–—•

The room was silent for a few minutes before Jason spoke up.

"Does that mean that Pixiepop ran away and is even more lost now?!" - Jason

"Oh god, what do we do, what if she got hurt?!" - Dick

"What if she got kidnapped?!" - Jason

"What if she's with a big time Gotham Villain?!" - Dick

"... What if she got more coffee?" - Tim

"Oh Hell No" - Jason/Dick

"... Lets all go to sleep, and when we wake up, we'll head over to their base and double check. She could've just said that because I called her at 3am." - Bruce

"But my niece is still out there!" - Tony

"You're going to sleep Tony." - Pepper then dragged Tony to his room.

•—–· Back to Maria ·–—•

Selina went to a different part of the building, where Maria assumed the bedrooms were. Ivy had gone to the greenhouse to be with the plants, and now it was just her and Harley left on the couch, and she couldn't sleep.

"... Harley?" - Maria

"Yeah hun?" - Harley

"I can't sleep." - Maria

"Well, watcha wanna do till ya get tired?" Harley asked sitting up a little straighter to get a better look at Maria.

Maria gave a sly smile, and looked Harley in the eyes "Want to go free-running on the rooftops?"

"... Alright, but lets get some coffee, and a snack in us first." - Harley gave her a side hug, before getting up to go make the coffee, and grab some snacks.

After they had their coffee, they climbed to the roof of the base. Harley was in her outfit, bat in hand and ready to do some bonding.

"So, how does ya outfit work?" - Harley

"Like so, ready Mullo?" - Maria

"Yes Maria" - Mullo

"Ok, Mullo, Get Squeaky!" A bright light flashes, and when Harley could see again, Maria was in a dark gray suit, wearing black knee high boots, with a strip of pink at the knee, and black elbow length gloves with the same pink strip at her elbow. Her mask was a slightly lighter gray on the top part, and pink on the bottom. Her hair was pulled into two buns with pink ribbons that faded to gray, and to black at the very tip. Her jump rope around her waist forming a tail going just below the back of her knees.

"Just when I think ya can't get any more adorable. So what should I call ya?" - Harley

"You can call me Multimouse." - Maria

Soon they were racing and doing tricks off different roofs, they were really enjoying themselves. From one of the roofs they heard a commotion in one of the alleys, when they looked down they saw a man holding a woman at gunpoint.

"Not good, seems like he's got issues, probably lost his lover, most likely has additions to drugs and alcohol, and seems to be a little tipsy." - Harley

"I've got a plan." - Multimouse

…………

Multimouse droped a little way behind the guy, grabbing his attention while Harley got the lady to safety.

"You know there's a help center two blocks from here that would be more than willing to help you." - Multimouse

The crook just raised his gun to her trying to keep it steady as he spoke.

"Give me all your money little girl, or else I'll hurt you."

"1. That's not how you hold a gun. 2. That is no way to treat any girl. and 3. Instead of money, I'll give you my jump rope." - Multimouse

"Why the hell would I want your jump rope, that thing looks worthless." the crook lowered his guard enough as Multimouse pretended to hand over her jump rope, only to use it in a quick motion to dismarm the man, as Harley promptly knocked him out with one swing.

"Lets neva have ya at gunpoint again, okay hun? I'm afraid my heart can't take it." - Harley said while tying the crook to a lamppost.

"Sorry, but it was the best idea I could come up with at the moment, besides, any guy with a gun would feel like they have the upper hand if they're facing a random little girl with a jump rope, rather than Gothams' Harley Quinn with a bat." - Multimouse

"Sadly I'm just too popular with the kiddos on the street." - Harley

…………

They continued to stop a few more muggers on the way back to the base, and when they got back they peaked around the corner to see the whole Batfam plus Iron Man talking with Ivy and Selina.

"How much you want to bet we can get back out before they see us?" - Whispering Multimouse

"... Lets try hidin' in the kitchen." - Whispering Harley

As they tried to sneak by (still in their costumes) Selina just walks over and draggs them to the group.

"Here, now let me sleep!" - Selina

"Dang it Selina we wanted tah see just how long we could hide out in the kitchen!" - Harley

Selina did a double take now realizing they both went out.

"... You didn't." - Selina

"We wanted tah go free-runnin'! So what?" - Harley

"She could've gotten hurt Harls." - Ivy

"My suits magic, I am invulnerable to bullets, normal magic, swords, knifes, anything staby staby, and I can withstand any temperature in it." Multimouse said with a slight pout.

"Hold up, is she a magical girl?" - Red Hood in the background

When Selina let go both Harley and Multimouse went behind Ivy for protection.

"We can still make a run for it." - Harley whispered to Multimouse

"... Ok, I'll meet you on the roof." - Whispering Multimouse

Harley gave a nod as she slowly inched her wasy closer to the door that lead to the roof, as she saw Iron Man approach Multimouse.

"Please get out of your suit, we need to talk about why you're here-" - Iron Man

"Multitute!" - Multimouse

Harley then saw Multimouse shrink into dozens of tiny little versions of herself as her clones spread out in all directions, one of which was heading right for her.

"Wth, you never told us she could use magic!" - Red Robin

Harley picked her up, and slipped through the door without anyone noticing.

"That was great, but how do ya get back tuh normal size?" - Harley

"Simple, I just merge back with my clones." As she said this, all her clones came back, and she merged with herself, becoming normal sized again.

"Where to?" - Multimouse

………… So now The Batfam is trying to find many long gone Mini-Multimouses, and Harley seems to have disappeared with her. Harley and Multimouse are now running over the roofs, heading for Wayne Manor.

"So why are we going to Wayne Manor?" - Multimouse

"Because, Batsy will neva think of lookin' for us at his own home, at least not fawh a little while." - Harley

When they arrived at the Manor, Multimouse de-transformed as Harley knocked on the door.

"Ms. Quinn, Ms. Maria, pleasure to see you here, please come in." - Alfred

"Are any of the bat-birds here?" - Harley

"Ms. Barbara, Ms. Stephanie, and Ms. Cassandra are the only ones here at the moment." - Alfred

"Do ya think you can keep us bein' here a secret from Batsy?" - Harley

"Harley? What are you doing here with Maria?" - Barbara

"It seems that Ms. Harley and Ms. Maria are now playing hide and seek with the rest of the family." - Alfred

"Did someone say hide and seek?" - Steph

"Yes, so could we maybe try and keep this a secret from everyone else, please?" - Maria

"Sure, it was starting to get boring around here. We can all hide in the living room no one ever use. Barbara you show them the way, I'll get the food/drinks and boardgames." - Steph

"Is this alright with you Alfred?" Maria

"It's all right Ms. Maria, you can hide out in the old living room." - Alfred

"Thanks Alfie, ya the best." - Harley

"Thank you Alfred." - Maria

"Ok then, follow me." - Barbara

…………

In the old living room, Harley, Maria, Barbara, Steph, and Cass began to formulate a plan.

"Ok, so the best way for them to never find you is to have your phone off, stay away from any and all cameras, and show your face to no one." - Steph

"So, do you have anything in mind that you might want to do?" - Barbara

"Can we put them on a wild goose chase?" - Maria

Cass nodded to Marias' suggestion approvingly.

"I can hack a few traffic cams to help with that." - Barbara

"We can also throw in some useless hints, to throw dem even further off our scent." - Harley

"Good idea Harley." - Barbara

"Thanks, but how long do ya think we should make it last?" - Harley

"As long as Maria wants it to." - Barbara

"Then let the games begin." - Maria.

•—–—–·†·–—–—•

Chapter 5 complete. Hope everyone is stayin' safe, Rockin' those Positive Vibes, and havin' an absolutely wonderful day. BUG-OUT 🐞💮🐞

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[northoftheroad]

Just wondering how is Dick Grayson relationship with Jason before and after Superboy's punch?

I don't think the punch (in Infinite Crisis) made any difference to their relationship...? Except Jason was dead, and then he wasn't... 🤷🏼‍♀️

Dick and Jason had an all right but not close relationship before Jason was killed. (I'm going to ignore the original version, where Dick wanted to adopt Jason before Bruce called dibs because Jason as the street kid stealing Batman's tires is firmly established. These two continuities are called pre- and post-Crisis, after the comic Crisis on Infinite Earths.) 

I say that they were not close because they never lived together – regardless of whether you prefer your canon to be that Dick and Bruce hardly had any contact when Jason was Robin so they only met when Dick gave him a Robin suit and his phone number, or if you want to imagine that Dick came along for some Sunday dinners and helped Jason to train. I guess it's like if your parent gets married and have a new stepchild once you've moved away from home – you can still become close with time, but it's not going to be the same as if you've grown up together. And Dick and Jason didn’t have a lot of time before Jason was killed, though you can make cases for that Jason worked with the Titans for a mission or two, and that the two went skiing once. 

Then Jason came back from the dead, all set on fighting with his "family"/Batman & Co.

When Dick and Jason were written together after that and before Flashpoint, it was mostly antagonistic. In Nightwing vol 2, we have "Brothers in Blood", which is extremely weird and pretty bad, if you ask me. Jason dressed up as Nightwing in New York and killed criminals, while Dick had been away with Bruce and Tim, retracing Bruce's journey to become Batman. They clashed when Dick came back, but Dick did save Jason in the end. The only redeeming quality in that story, in my opinion, is the end when Jason wrote Dick a letter about that he wanted to see if they still could be family. (Kind of an adopted brother's equivalent to pulling someone's piggytail as a sign you like them, I suppose.)

Nightwing vol 2 # 119 and 122.

When Dick became Batman, Jason was written as murderous and fighting his "brothers" over the cowl. Dick tried to get Jason to accept help, but he preferred to fall from a high building – of course not to his death, because he was soon back, being a violent criminal again. Dick eventually defeated him, so he was locked up.

I'm not generally a fan of things that have happened after Flashpoint, but Dick and Jason seem to be on okay terms now? As usual these days, different writers write it differently, but they’ve for instance been hanging out on a roof.

Nightwing vol 4 # 15

I've written or reblogged about Dick and Jason before, so you can read a lot more here: 

https://northoftheroad.tumblr.com/post/185766023550/the-post-crisis-of-infinite-earths-version-of-how

https://northoftheroad.tumblr.com/post/182997516785/the-two-jason-todds

https://northoftheroad.tumblr.com/post/651604968062746625/nightwing-ing-it-you-this-is-why-ive-always

https://northoftheroad.tumblr.com/post/625633846743957504/dick-put-jason-in-arkham

https://northoftheroad.tumblr.com/post/188273504215/do-dick-and-jason-get-along-in-comics-im-kinda

https://northoftheroad.tumblr.com/post/187440054225/jason-has-literally-no-reason-to-be-mad-at-dick

[dontcare77ghj]

Don’t Touch Them

Steve x reader x Bucky x Tony

"You stay by one of our sides at all times." You said, strapping a gun to your thigh.

"Absolutely no running off." Tony agreed.

"You have to tell us if you get hurt," Bucky added, pulling on his gloves.

"And you answer your coms no matter what," Steve told him.

"I know the rules, guys," Peter whined. "I'm not a kid."

"You are a kid, our kid. You're fifteen, Pete." Steve reminded him.

"I've been only plenty of missions before. I know what I'm doing." Peter insisted. "You don't have to worry about me."

"They're always going to worry, malen'kiy pauk," Natasha said, standing at your side. "It's their job."

"Well said, Natty." You smiled, taking your sister's hand.

"Though that being said, Peter has shown he is capable of these kinds of missions. Maybe tone down the pre-mission rule recitation." Natasha suggested.

"We'll take it under advisement." Bucky nodded as Tony muttered 'Fat chance.'

"Steve, it's time to brief everyone." Natasha reminded him. 

Steve nodded in affirmation before leading the five of you over to the others. Clint, Wanda, Sam, and Bruce were all standing around the table, waiting for the six of you.

"We've gone over this a hundred times this week alone, so I trust you all remember the plan." Steve began. "But we'll go over it one more time.

Natasha, Bucky, and I are going to infiltrate the base. Our job is to get the information as well as anything else that could be seen as useful. 

Wanda, Clint, and Sam are going to provide our back up. Make sure we get into the base, get the information, and get out.

Y/N, Tony, and Peter, you are going to take care of any agents you come across. Keep them out of the way, and make sure they don't get in ours.

Bruce, you'll be staying back here, manning the coms. We don't want you to let Hulk out if he's not needed. Is everyone clear on what they're doing?"

Murmurs of confirmation rang out through the jet.

"Right. And remember, no unnecessary risks." Steve reminded everyone. "I don't want anyone coming back injured. Alright, let's go." Steve said, picking up his shield.

"Make sure he doesn't do anything rash." You murmured to Bucky.

"Always, doll." Bucky smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you all left the jet.

"We're up, you two," Tony said, bringing Peter with him.

"Right. Let's go."

You, Tony, and Peter were the first to leave. You would be the distraction to lure the guards out of the base, and hopefully, keep them distracted enough to not see the group of six entering the station.

"Alright, Tony, let's announce our arrival." You said, causing the man to chuckle.

"You got it, babe," Tony said before firing a repulsor at the front entrance.

The greeting worked just as you'd all planned, and before you knew it, agents were swarming out of the front entrance.

"Bet I can take out more agents than you." Tony bet as he shot a blast at a group.

"Bring it on, old man." Peter quipped, sticking people to the ground.

"Old man? Is this how children treat their parents nowadays? Y/N tell your son I am not an old man."

"When you say things like nowadays, even I think you're an old man." You said, shooting a man who came up behind Peter. "Pay attention, you two."

"Tony started it."

"Blasphemy."

"What did I do to be paired with the two of you?" You groaned.

"You love us." Tony teased.

"Unfortunately."

More agents were rushing out of the building, and at this point, you weren't sure if the others had made it into the base.

"How many more people can there possibly be?" Peter asked, webbing a man behind you. "The base is tiny."

"It's like the TARDIS, Spidey." Tony supplied. "Small on the outside, massive on the inside."

"I can't believe you just made a pop culture reference," Peter said, grin clear in his voice.

"I hate myself," Tony grumbled after a minute, causing you to smile.

Before anyone could say anything, there was a loud bang. Your head snapped back towards the base to see it was still standing. It was when Peter let out a shout that you knew what happened. 

"Tony!" 

You turned so fast you nearly fell over. But you turned just in time to see Tony falling out of the sky.

"Spider-man get over there and check on Tony." You ordered, taking out all the agents around you. 

"He's not responding, Y/N!" Peter cried. 

"Give me a minute." You told him. You raced over to where Peter was kneeling next to an unmoving Tony.

"Tony, Tony, come on, wake up, Tony." You demanded, hands hovering above his chest, unsure of if you could touch him. "Spider-man, contact the others. Let them know Tony needs help." You said, pulling out a pager-like device that was supposed to connect you to Tony's suit.

"Karen's offline," Peter informed you. "I can't reach anyone." He said as you cursed.

"JARVIS isn't working either. Help me lift him." You said, standing and pulling an arm over your shoulder. "We have to get him out of here."

"What about the others?" Peter asked.

"Okay new plan, you take Tony back to the jet. I'll go in and help the others." You said. "Wait, that doesn't work. You need back up. I'll get you to the jet and then get the others." 

"Great plan." Peter nodded, helping lift Tony. The two of you began to half run, half-speed walk Tony back to the jet. You were moving through the trees, trying to stay out of sight when you felt a burning pain in your knee.

You let go of Tony as you collapsed to the ground.

"Y/N!" Peter shouted, holding tight to Tony as his eyes widened at the sight of you. 

"Run! Get out! Go!" You shouted, one hand flying to your bleeding knee and the other raising your gun.

"I'm not leaving you," Peter said as men began to surround the three of you.

"Spider-man, get out of here." You ordered, shooting at the men advancing.

"I am not leaving you." Peter ground out, webbing people while still holding Tony up.

Before you could aim at another person, the remaining men had rushed forward and grabbed you and Peter.

You were struggling in the hold of three men, watching in horror as they took Tony out of Peter's grasp and pushed a needle into the spider's neck.

"Don't touch them." You snarled, attempting to wrench yourself away from the agents. "Don't you fucking touch them!"

The only response you received was a sharp blow to the temple before the world went dark.

The world came trickling back in slowly. Your head was pounding as you began to wake up. You let out a quiet groan as you forced your eyes open to the dimly lit room.

Looking down, you saw the situation you were. Clearly, your captors knew what you were capable of as they had bound you to the chair with metal bands.

Raising your head, you noticed you weren't alone. Across from you, Peter was bound similarly to you. His mask was missing, there was a streak of blood on his forehead, which you would be sure to question him about later, and an iv attached to his arm.

Tony lay on a table adjacent to the two of you, suit entirely stripped off and still unconscious. The only reason you knew he was still alive was his chest moving up and down rhythmically.

"Peter. Peter." You attempted to wake the boy. There was no point in trying to hide his identity anymore, everyone knew you'd adopted him. "Peter, wake up."

After several more minutes of prompting, Peter let out a low whine.

"Come on, Pete, I need you to wake up." You begged. "Peter, please." 

It took Peter a couple more minutes before he could open his eyes. His eyes were unfocused as his gaze drifted around the room before stopping on you.

"Mom?" Peter mumbled.

"It's me, Pete. I need you to try and get us out, med. You're the only one strong enough to get out of this." You told him.

"I don't know." The boy grumbled. "Don't know what I'm doing."

"I can help you, med." You assured him. "But it has to be you. I can't get out on my own, and I don't know where we've been taken or if the others know."

"We were in a truck. Woke up twice." Peter said. "'M scared, mom."

"I know you are, but you can do this, Pete. Do you trust me?" You asked, receiving a nod from him. "Then trust me with this. I need you to try and pull the iv out."

Peter gave you a jerky nod before trying to follow your instructions. Peter was having a difficult time trying to pull the iv out while still bound and under the effects of the drugs being pumped into his system.

He had almost pulled it out when the metal door slammed open. Light filled the room as three men strode into the room.

"Good morning. Were your accommodations to your likings?" A burly man asked with a grin.

"Not the worst I've experienced." You shrugged.

"Excellent to hear, Miss Romanova." He said, moving to stand behind Peter. "Your team has caused quite the discord towards mine."

"I could say the same thing about you."

"Unfortunately for you, our hospitality can only extend the course of one night. So here's our deal, you answer our questions, and the three of you can go home." The man bargained. 

"And if we don't?" You asked, raising a brow.

"As I said, our hospitality can only extend one night. Your stay here can, and will, become very uncomfortable for all three of you." He said, putting his hands on Peter's shoulders. "It seems like an inconvenience for everyone when all we want is a couple questions answered."

"Let me guess you want to know about SHIELD? The Avengers? No dice." You shook your head.

"Miss Romanova, I was under the impression you were a reasonable woman." The burly man sighed as the other two began to move towards Tony.

"Impressions can be misleading." You murmured, eyes drifting between the three men.

"That is true." He nodded, picking up a lead pipe from the ground. "Just like how I am not a nice man."

The man began to move in front of Peter as the other two picked up their tools of torture.

"Cowards." You loudly proclaimed. "You're all cowards if the best you can do is beat a child and an unconscious man."

"I'd watch my words if I were you." The burly man glowered.

"I'm not wrong. The best you can do is hurt a kid and a man who is already injured. The three of you are pathetic, weak, cowards." You said slowly with a smirk.

"I believe Miss Romanova is asking to see the extent of our skills." The man chuckled dryly. "Let's show her what exactly the kind of men we are." He said, moving away from Peter and towards you with the lead pipe.

You did not take your eyes off the men before you. Watching the three of them with a steely gaze, you made sure to keep your face blank.

The red room had trained you for these kinds of things.

The first blow came to your ribs, and despite the pain, you did not make a noise. The torture continued for what felt like hours, all three switching their methods at random intervals. 

"I'm sorry we had to hurt that pretty face to prove our point." The burly man said, not sounding at all apologetic.

"You didn't prove anything." You told him, spitting out the blood filling your mouth. "All you showed me is how pathetic you really are." You said, sitting up straight despite your ribs feeling as if they were nothing more than tiny shards. 

"Would you like to say that again?" The man snapped, picking up a crowbar from the ground. Without taking your eyes off the man, you caught movement behind him.

"I won't have to." You smirked, leaning back in your chair.

Peter suddenly appeared in front of you, having flipped over one man's head.

Peter made quick work of dealing with each of the men, knocking them all out before webbing them to the ceiling. 

Peter turned to help you out when you shook your head.

"Check on Tony." You told him. "Is he okay?"

"I think he's okay. He's got a bump on his head but that's probably from before." Peter told you, pulling away Tony's bonds.

"That's good." You nodded, looking around the room to find Tony's suit in the corner. "JARVIS? Are you functioning?"

"Yes, Miss." Came the A.I.'s voice after a second. Tony had fully integrated the A.I. into the suit about a year ago, allowing the suit to work without him inside.

"Can you form around Tony and give us a full medical review?" You asked as Peter came over to you.

"Of course, Miss," JARVIS responded as the suit began to move.

"Oh God, mom.” Peter whispered, looking you over. 

“I’m okay.” You assured him, concealing a wince as you sat up.”I’m okay, Pete. Can you get me out, med?” You asked him.

Peter nodded quickly and got to work on getting you out. As soon as your bonds were broken you pulled him into a hug.

“You did so well, Petey. I’m so proud of you.” You whispered. Peter had to help you stand as you looked over to where Tony was now fully inside his suit. “How are we looking, J?”

“Mr. Stark’s injuries do not bypass a moderate concussion and a sprained wrist. He is otherwise fine.” JARVIS informed you both.

“Think you can help us get out of here, J?” 

 “I most certainly can.” JARVIS responded, turning towards a wall and sending a repulsor beam at it.

“Thank you, JARVIS.” Peter said, helping you out of the newly created door.

“Any time, Peter. I should mention that there is a group rushing towards your location.” The A.I. informed you. “I would suggest you climb on, Peter.” JARVIS suggested as you were pulled into the suits arms.

Peter did as he was asked and climbed onto the back of the suit. The suit had just taken off as loud crashes sounded behind you. JARVIS piloted the three of you away from your temporary prison.

The three of you flew for several minutes before landing safely away on a nearby mountain. Peter had made sure you were laying down before kneeling next to Tony.

“Can you take the helmet off and call Steve, please, J?” You asked, barely raising your head.

“Of course, Miss.” JARVIS told you before removing the helmet. Peter began trying to wake Tony as you waited for Steve to answer.

“Hello? Tony? Tony is that you? Are you okay? Are Y/N and Peter with you?” Steve’s frantic voice came through.

“Stevie, we’re okay.” You attempted to soothe him. 

“Y/N, oh God, doll. Where are you?” Bucky asked. “Are Peter and Tony with you?”

“They’re here. We’re safe. Can you guys track the call and pick us up? I think we could all use a shower. And some medical assistance.”

“Why did you stop them?”

Tony had woken up five minutes before the jet had arrived. As JARVIS said Tony was fine for the most part, he had a massive headache and felt battered and bruised, but he would be up and running within the week.

Peter’s advanced healing had worked in his favor. The drugs were fully out of his system by the time you made it back to the tower and there was no lingering pain from being hit in the head.

You were a little more injured than the two. Several broken ribs, the gunshot to the knee, three broken fingers, broken nose, many cuts and more bruises than you could count. 

The team had arrived in under an hour. Natasha, Steve, and Bucky were the first out of the jet, smothering the three of you instantly. After hugging you, Natasha had moved Peter onto the jet while Steve and Bucky attended to you and Tony.

“I’m fine, Stevie.” You said as the blonde helped you stand.

“And I’m the Queen of England.” Tony snorted, leaning against Bucky. 

“Kitten, we’re not going to be fooled by that.” Steve shook his head. “It’s okay to admit you’re injured you know.”

“I’m going to remember that and say the exact same thing net time you do it.” You told him, causing Bucky to laugh.

You, Tony, and Peter had all been bundled into the medbay upon arriving back to the Tower. You’d needed some surgery for your leg and your ribs but otherwise the three of you had just been sentenced to bed rest.

After everyone else had left the three of you, Steve, and Bucky had pushed the beds together and all laid next to each other. It was nearing one in the morning and only you and Peter were awake.

“What do you mean, med?” You looked to the teen.

“Why did you stop them from hurting me? If you’d just let them hurt me you wouldn’t be like this.” Peter elaborated, playing with the hem of his shirt.

“Pete, I would go through years of pain, if it meant you didn’t have to feel it.” You said, taking his hand. “I will always keep you and your dads safe, no matter the cost. If I can help it, I’m never going to let anyone hurt you.”

“But you can’t heal like I can. You can actually get seriously hurt.”

“And I will take that pain. Every time. No matter what it means for me. I love you, and I love your dads. I will always protect you, detka.” You said, pulling Peter closer and kissing his head of curls.

“I love you too, mom.” Peter told you, curling into your side.

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[its-m3-g0lly]

dear golly,

its been awhile, friend. your friends and family miss you (me included). i hope youre doing better now that you're out of that situation. you did the right thing for you, keeping yourself safe.

i see people have been talking... its true. luke is my partner now. he feels so comfortable, like ive known him forever already. and the old_data? they're their own person now, and healing. their name is ollie. ive adopted them, and im trying to show them a better way to live.

i think i finally got through to p03. i finally got some stuff through his thick skull and it seems like hes finally stepping up. about time, right?

its peaceful times here for the moment... we miss you, though. no pressure to come back! just know you're loved. youre thought about.

just wanted to give you a quick update.

love,

alix (red)

Hello Alix,

Thank you very much for your thoughtful letter. Congratulations on your relationship with Luke! I'm very happy for you both. As for the OLD_DATA, I've personally never seen the appeal. But if you say it's in a stable state, I believe you.

I'm sorry for not being more in-touch during our separation. I've missed you, as well as the rest of the family, but I think the time apart was beneficial for me. I took some time to re-sort my internal data and I found a lot of memories that weren't there last time I looked.

I've had time to go through them all. I wish I had better news, but unfortunately, most of them were incredibly distressing. For a long time, I couldn't even look at your letter, even though I wanted to. I just didn't know how I could be the person you expect me to be, now that I've seen what I have.

After a long period of deliberation, I've decided that I've done all I can on my own, and even though I can't give you what you might need from me, I need some support in order to fully recover. I don't think I'm ready to see the kids yet, so I don't plan on returning to the factory. I don't exactly know where I'll go, but I'm sure I'll figure it out.

As for P03, I'm very glad he seems to have found a support system. Unfortunately, I don't think I'm able to be a part of it right now. I'm open to seeing him, as long as he can respect that I'm not in a position to give him comfort or advice. Honestly, I've spent a lot of time feeling very angry at him, but I'm not angry anymore. Now I just feel tired. And, I suppose, a little bit scared. I hope you understand.

I have the feeling I have a lot of catching up to do, and to be honest, I'm dreading it a little bit. I don't think I have the energy to be a part of everyone's lives the way I used to be. I'm not the G0lly you remember, so please try to be patient with me. I promise I'm doing the best I can.

Sincerely,

G0lly

P.S. Did Grimora ever get my response to her letter?

[baddyzarc]

.........

it always fascinated me whether, either by accident or on purpose, the Arclights seemed to have a connection to the Barians Emperors (bar Nasch and Merag due to plot reasons) via the color they glow when they become—for the lack of a better word—aroused.

I might be stretching for some of these and the glows could be like, stock-image stuff, but eh, I've been creatively-drained lately due to skool and I wanna write

I found some fun connections between the groups, and it could work especially since the Emperors were the ones who gifted the Arclights with the crests, therefore it could be possible that by giving them the crests, the Arclights "adopted" or inherited parts of the donor's personalities. The show doesnt explicitly state what happened here (although the dub attributed this whole scheme to vector which is,,, hella funny for unintentional reasons,,,) but through fearsome foursome dialogue, we can assume that the Arclights are known to Barian World so the kids must've been slightly more involved in Barian World.

The most obvious connection to me is Trey because you know

This whole thing.

I'm 99% sure this isn't historically accurate, but let's pretend. At first I thought the gladiator garb was random (since Trey was the only one who did this, we can't gauge what the writers were going for) but it makes a lot of sense if he were to inherite his powers from Alito, who was a gladiator in his past life. When his powers was enchanced through Tron, it revealed the depths of what Alito gave him. Just, gladiator vibes but it's cool though.

Michael's crest is orange but when he gets hella angery, he glows the same reddish tint as Alito, so this still falls in line with my theory. They also share a lot of things in-common, including being the first of their group to befriend Yuma. Both originally came on as kind and devoted to Yuma and not evil, then went full evil for a good chunk of time, both due to circumstances—either through Don Thousand or the enchanced crest. They were also the first of their group to help Yuma after snapping out of their rage state: Trey when he came back to fight Erazor and Alito deciding they should team up to fight Don Thousand. (They also fell into a coma after being defeated by Yuma for different reasons but I don't think this counts for anything). The gladiator stuff sells it for me though.

Then there's Christopher. He glows the same color as Durbe, who is the leader of the Emperors in the absence of Nasch.

The likeness isn't as clear as Michael aside from certain traits. They're both smart (this is up for debate don't @ me) and take on the leader role of their group (after Tron skedaddled for season 2). They're stoic, calm, hot, have intimacy with certain spaceships and a book, etc...

Something I found kinda interesting is this

Durbe was the first we see to wear a bracelet to control his Barian powers on Earth, and according to Michael, Quinton made the bracelets in order to control their crests. I thought this was a neat tie-in since Durbe gave the rest of the Emperors the Barian Sphere Field cubes to use while Christopher ultilized the Crest Sphere Field during the duel with the barians.

Chris and Durbe has the least relation though, so that's all I have to say.

Tron is weird because he has two glows, which corresponds to both Vector and Mizael. This makes sense since he does have properties from both. If my memory is correct, the purple one only appeared during duel against Yuma (maybe the one before it during a dream sequence but idk), while most scenes gave him a yellowish outline.

The show portrays Vetrix as sadistic but sly like a fox. This half came from Vector, from how he tortured Hart and Kaito and Droite and his kids mentally. He's heartless, and he isn't afraid to let the world know this. Like Vector. On the other hand, what I think he inherited from Mizael is that "Barian Superiority" complex. Tron said he only trusts barians because they saved him (unrelated, but I think it's funny that he desired Shark, a barian, to fight for him like no tomorrow but then straight-up hospitalized Rio, also a barian), and the only other Emperor who bears this trait is Mizael. Most of the others are like "cool, we barians" but Mizael is proud of the fact and despises humans because of it.

I like to think that Mizael was supposed to give Tron the crest in order to ensure he stays loyal to the Barians, but then Vector shimmied in and infected him with his own powers, thus amplifying his lust for revenge and destruction because Vector would.

Vetrix and Mizael also have big roles in the growth of Kaito's character, where in one it allows us to Kaito's vulnerable side (Hart plots) and the other his compassionate (Galaxy-Eyes Master plots).

And although this has to do more with Thomas than Tron himself, Vetrix's Vector half made him torment and chase Shark around for seemingly no reason (as far as the audience knows at that point in the show).

And this dood. Quattto, I think it's obvious what he got from Vector. The sadism, the cruelty, whatever that was idk it freaks me out I have a phobia of death by machinery I don't like thinking about this.

Most likely Thomas was the one who inherited Vector's nastier traits, and his hatred for Shark. He's shown to be cruel because he finds it fun, and for both Thomas and Vector, they hurt people solely for entertainment. They also have the whole "Ray Shadows" and "Fanservice" thing going on, where they hide their monstrous personalities under a positive mask. Might be a bit of stretch, but both were shown to be kinder when they were young. Circumstance and the crest made Thomas cruel, while Vector became and stayed cruel because of Don Thousand (this is weird bc Vector knows he was brainwashed but prefers being evil anyways). Thomas hurt Rio to get to Shark, Vector killed Merag to get to Nasch. There's a lot if we compare their relationships with Shark.

Furthermore, and this may also be one of those stretches, but the flags on Vector's ships feature a cracked skull with a jagged streak running across the eye. To me, it reminds me of IV's scar (which he acquired after hurting Rio (merag) for Tron (also vector) this is a big circle I have something here but I can't, connect, it,,,) Plus Japanese "4" = death and death = skull

Furthermore, Thomas was used to awaken the Barian Rage within Shark, and if Thomas had parts of his personality as Vector, it could be said that Shark's inner Barian could be responding to the negativity of Vector through Thomas, hence why Tron used Tombo as bait. Or maybe it just worked out like that.

Lastly, I like to brush up on something else. It's safe to say that the Barians are loyal to Barian World regardless of whether they were originally meant for Astral World or not. After acquiring their true memories, they still fought for Barian World and straight up stated this multiple times, particularly Mizar and Alito. Likewise, the Arclights bore these loyal traits. Trey, Quattro, and Quinton were loyal to Tron even after all the shit he gave them. They were also loyal to their counterpart in the second season (Yuma, Shark, Kite) and defended them with their life. During the Barian Onslaught, Quattro died because he was super loyal to Shark and believed he existed in Nasch despite the evidence. Trey and Quinton died in order to make sure Kaito and Yuma got to their destinations safely, and they knew that would be the outcome. Tron was loyal to his cause of revenge, then to Earth during the final boss duel.

OK.

But something's missing. Not Merag and Nasch because they weren't there during the Tron-Emperor fiasco.

Oh, yes GilRag

If the Arclights and Barian have a 1:1 matchup, who does Gilag represent

Obviously it's

the dog

See, the dog is obviously the best Arclight (this is NOT up for debate) and if you take out Nasch, the best Emperor is Gilag for reasons. This aligns. Checkmate.

Also the raccoon. The dog is furry, the raccoon is furry, gilag is furry, it makes sense okay.

So there we have it, each Arclight corresponds to an Emperor after inheritancing the crest, good night

[telebisou]

I wasn't treated well as a child, by children or adults, and I didn't feel at home in my body until well into my thirties, in the late 90s. I'd gone through several versions of myself by then, activist, professional, lesbian, man, genderless, ambiently gendered, urgent voter, disillusioned former voter, churchgoer, disillusioned former churchgoer. Very few people cared about my choices or search. To put it mildly I'm not considered attractive and my doings aren't of consequence to most people. I did very much for a short time get involved with PLs, due to my hatred of males, and the semblance of community I was offered, that is what moved me eventually toward therapy. I was lucky in therapists, and always grateful for the little corners of my mother's family and church that gave me affection and stuck by me through difficult trials.

I'm writing this because I thought about how I don't really like to be around children. I am in synch with someone that posted, maybe last year, about how they don't like kids but treat them with a lot of care and love and affection when they are around kids, which they'd prefer not to be. I get that so well, and that's exactly how I try to do as well.

It's not that I don't like your child, it's that I don't like to be around children! If I am, I am going to make very sure, if I can remember to, to prevent them from having the experiences I had, when I was a child. The world changed a lot since then - but then it changed right back! I got reinstated involuntarily I suppose.

I don't have a very strong ability to care what others think, it is not my experience that people are going to be thinking good things about me, regardless of what they say, irrespective of their demographics. Ive never been part of the Black family because of my asian eyes, weight, skin darkness, and white adoptive mother. Autism cancels other relationships that might have otherwise been fostered. Staunch anarchist values cancel the rest.

I am often amused by a common naive perception of community that tumblr engages in, but I never want to interfere with it, because it's like listening to my parents shoot the shit in the 1970s. I long for that optimism and general good will, but I also know its limits, and all too familiar with the words that come before the actions. I know the damage that people who only say they are allies can cause.

I don't like the people here on tumblr by and large but I will try to learn to be affectionate and nice to them in future. It's for a good cause.

[kamalkizehr]

Thoughts i wanted to unload xp

I understand the view points of many of those in america at the moment republicans and liberal alike but how is having trump any way helpful and is an actual ban on people from different countries or a wall between one neighbour actually that helpful i mean illegal immigrants arent good but a fucking ban a wall loud public statements That are controversial questionable can be taken offensively (dude come on if shoe was on the other foot a lot of republicans would have been offended and go on a gaint Facebook comment section war

Again )

But another question why has the rise of triggerers risen like

There are more republicans who would post or say something offensive just to plain see people react and act like a troll rather than defend their stance on the politcal matters

Which in my opinion the clashes wouldn't have happened if more people (democrats ) went forward with ideas and stances after making sure everyone was on the same page though because frankly if they did i think not everyone would be having so many disagreements

Sure its not offensive, illegal or bad for a guy to wear make up many men have been employed in cosmetics for years eventually they we're gonna wanna show off the skills on themselves for once instead of models or maybe a lot of people are coming out have every right to and but why not try and keep it pg or at least understand not every parent wants their children exposed to something thats hard to explain for a certain amount of time and later when the child is mature or adult enough to understand the topic give more info and allow that freedom so he or she can decide for them selves but at the appropriate age because frankly does anyone else not find 12 year old bisexuals weird

Dude come on this stuff needs a limit everything needs a limit and more education thats key but get on the same page and teach kids math and let them graduate at least before he or she decides to become a weed addicted demi sexual pan romantic traveling artist in Nebraska i mean like

YOU DONT NEED THAT SHIT TO BE SPECIAL

NOR TO BE AN ARTIST

OR ANOTHER SEXUALITY

AND IT DOENST MAKE YOU SUPERIOR OVER ANYONE NOR DOES TRYING TO BECOME A MINORITY

THE MINORITIES WILL ALWAYS NEED TO BE IMPORTANT SO THAT THINGS REMAIN FAIR

BUT MENTAL, PHYSICAL DEASES NEW SEXUALITIES AND GENDER IDENTITIES GIANT ARGUMENTS OVER WHOS WORSE WHOS BETTER AND WHY PEOPLE OF A RELIGION OR A RACE OR CAST SHOULD OR SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED IN A COUNTRY

for one sorry i was shouting but like

I am gonna bring up the stupid over used facts all Americans are immigrants and that not all of them had great lives back in europe which is why they moved isn't there hypocrisy in saying middle eastern people don't get to do that

But again some should stay but why not give elderly, parents and children a pass sure europe has many other options aswell but is it so awful some people choose America fine if its a ban And no dont we dont want more immigrants

Fine just be nice to the ones you have than frankly is that so hard

And dont start Ohhh but feminism is just bitchs wanting to be better

It isnt like that man i mean like moms should get maternal leave

And dads should have time off too to help out

If a woman hits a man or falsely accuses him of abuse or rape should get punished obviously but for God's sake if there weren't so many perverted idiots and guys who think its ok to just go invading a woman's personal space isn't cool and the fear of it is something that is a main reason that's basically help create the giant following

Is it unfair and used extremistly at times ofcourse everything and anything will be misused this is humanity we're talking about not saints or prophets those A**holes left a while ago

(Getting to religion)

But is it so bad to be a feminist really man

Come on for gods sake it isnt its just wrong when it turns biased and in the favour of the other gender which is basically just sexism not feminism

(Can we please agree on the fact there might be a fucking difference!)

And true western countries dont need it as much as middle eastern or south Asian African or south American even might need it but feminism isnt a bad thing (PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE IT NEVER STARTED AS A BAD THING IT WAS FAIR THEN AND THOSE WOMEN STARTED IT OUT OF JUSTIFIED REASONS AND IT DID BENEFIT BOTH GENDERS LOOK IT UP DO SOME RESEARCH MALE RAPE CASES WERE FINALLY OPEN BY THE FBI THANKS TO THE MOVEMENT IN THE 60'S ITS A THING THAT CAN BE BOTH GOOD AND BAD JUST LIKE REPUBLICAN IDEALS OR LIBERAL AND NEITHER STARTED AS BAD THINGS! )

As well for religion why must everyone use the term not all Muslims are terrorist but all terrorists are Muslims like the liberals have points for that thatsoffensive man seriously AND THAT IS SO NOT HELPFUL AT ALL MAN LIKE

I swear the amount of adults ive seen and met who think their religion is being destroyed and their customs as well because their children have become internet addicted assholes (like myself inculded ) who want to disrespect them their Morals and values and become foreigners and American ofcourse because theyre so cool blah blah blah

(Personally fuck it i kinda like being Pakistani but i do enjoy the internet ) which for some reason has become a the main reason why I get lectured more than i think i really need man i mean my language can turn vulgar and i can be socially a little awkward if uncomfortable but like why is me liking rock music and youtube and having a accent a reason to assume i would rather be American i do love my home and where i am from i am proud of my family and where we come from but why enjoy every thing else in the world aswell and not be considered a traitor or something

(Ok too personal )

Alright maybe what i am trying to get is how come no one can just elect a decent a leader or agree to disagree about things but still respect each other stay open minded but have your morals close by and principles uncompromised biasness is human but why no agree to disagree and leave it at that

The insecurity increasing and old facade of wanting to be rich and famous and not work for it has come back

Help me on patrion, like my video post photo blah blah blah dude just get a job why is it so necessary to work in entertainment for hells sake

I mean its valid you wanna sure go ahead maybe you are worthy but like stolen content and fake stories and new sexualities for gods sake please

(No longer about politics i suppose )

Here's my mind on it i guess

LGBTQA community has every right a straight white male or female would have no more no less but gender and sexuality identification maybe kept a simple (memorable and easier to define on fine paper and print during adoptions divorce marriage leavint the country or not etc ) and that being hetreo, homo, bi, A and pan because that makes sense

Its simple

And works

And as well for gender identification

On fine paper

if you are Male to female m to f

Female to male f to m

Something less explainable just keep it trans

Because frankly leave it at that why not just like why not?

Its simple makes sense justified fair and but isnt over done for some petty individuals looking for attention to take advantage of (ofcourse no guarantees but why not just keep some faith ? )

And no one gets to chose all on paper until after 18 because thats fucking fair

(Come on its not like its illegal to come out say it in public )

And yes none of that would be applied in most countries especially not mine but it would be a good start in my opinion

Any way i think i am done venting my thoughts anyone who is annoyed can ignore (why did you read this much of it and not justgo three lines and decide nah boring lets bail )

Anyone who has an opinion or would just like to talk is welcomed BUT CAN WE PLEASE KEEP THIS CIVIL I MEAN NO DISRESPECT TO ANYONE OR ANYTHING BY THESE STATEMENTS

i was just venting some thoughts

And not trying to force them on anyone or anything but i just wanted this out of my head and see if others agree or not (no not for the purpose to be right or wrong ) but because i can't be the only one who thinks all the political maddness right now was all avoidable and that people are becoming

Weirder

Not in a good sense

Not because of religion race or anything like that just like

Mind sets

I feel like its like the key to harmony and at least balance or peace is right there no one wants to take it

I am probably going to regret posting this but i am gonna anyway not like people actual read my blog or anything

[alice-the-wonder]

I wish i could be as string and brave as my partner. He came out to his family letting them know hes trans, but me? Im to afraid to say anything and it kills me every day. Ive tried and failed so man times because I look at them and think how much they jave done for me. They adopted me instead of leting me stay with a druggy. They loved me every stepnof the way growing up. They stepted in when they found out i was being used to trade sex for drugs. They are stiill uncomfortable with me being gay, but trans. They would be the last straw. I've heard them talk about it before. They have no problem with my partner, but one of their kids... Thats a no go. First time i came out of the closet it wasnt met well and everyone just forgot about it except my brother whos always just made jojes about me being a faggot. I don't have a backbone. I'm just a scared child i suppose. My partner is one odd the strongest people i know and i idolize him in every way.