#yeah I'm like that with my dad some people say it's disrespectful but he doesn't care and neither do I

[azulock]

Day eleven, almost at the end, now all that's left is to check up on the oh so flammable Gävle Goat! Yall know I'm very much in the give Reo therapy club, so here we are, come on, he deserves love and support. Also, yes, I have a very casual relationship with my father, why you ask?

summary. when take the holiday to finally bring Reo to meet your father, he is overjoyed - but at the same time, he is just as anxious. A part of him insists that your father won't like him, despite your assurance that everything will be just fine. Still, he worries, but maybe he just has to accept that some things are worse in his head than they are in reality.

pairing. Reo Mikage x Fem!Reader

wordcount. 739 words

11. Family Christmas Dinner - Reo Mikage

"But what if he doesn't like me?" Reo whined as you pulled him down the snowy street. "I mean, I'm sure he knows you c-"

"Reo," you cut him off, turning to him and taking his hands in yours, "love, you are getting caught up in your thoughts. What did your therapist say about that?"

"Ah," he paused, sighing before looking up at you. "That I should focus on what is real."

"Right," you assured him, squeezing his hand in support, "and in this moment, what is real?"

"The birds in that tree, the snow on the ground, you," Reo looked around, counting the things surrounding him until his eyes met yours again, his hands returning your gentle squeeze.

"Good, good," you soothed him, taking one step closer so your faces almost touched. "Besides, if my father decides he doesn't like you, he can take that up with me. This is my life, he doesn't get to make the choices, and I love you."

You were right, he knew it, and despite doubts still swimming in his mind, Reo felt safer by your side. When you'd first brought up the idea of spending Christmas with your father - since this year his wife would be spending the holiday with her daughters - he was equal amounts excited and terrified.

Since you lived far from your father, and you were always so busy, he hadn't had the chance to reach this milestone in your relationship yet. So he was happy, overjoyed, but he still couldn't help the fear that he would cause a bad impression.

"I know, but," he grumbled, biting his lip as you came to the front door, "you should have let me buy a better gift at least."

"Reo," you laughed, shaking your head as you pushed the key in the door, "that would make my dad think you believe you can buy people with money. That wouldn't have helped your case. Now, we are going in."

You waited for him to nod before opening the door, calling out for your father once safely inside. From the stairs to your side came your father, poking fun at the both of you for dressing so nicely when you'd just be spending the day indoors with him.

You rolled your eyes and snapped back, telling him he should dress a bit better for the holiday, before coming up to him for a hug. It was shocking to see the casualty of your relationship, but at the same time it was soothing, the type of easy affection Reo had never known in his family.

But before the thoughts of his family could dominate his mind, Reo felt himself being pulled back to earth, pulled by your father into a hug that he awkwardly tried to reciprocate as you scolded the old man for not respecting people's spaces. When your father pulled back and rolled his eyes, Reo could clearly see how you two resembled each other in more than just appearances. Quickly, you stepped in, getting the introductions out of the way.

In all truth, Reo had come ready to have to try his best to impress your father, he'd come ready to try and charm his way out of a judgmental stare. What he didn't expect - despite your how you'd told him before - was to find a laid back man who poked fun at Reo whenever he'd be at a loss for words and who acted as if he was of as little importance as any other person on the street. In a way, that made him feel more at home than he could ever have imagined.

"And here I thought she was ashamed of me or something, 'cause she never brought you around," your father laughed as you shook your head with a groan.

There was a moment of pause, as the words spoken as a joke resonated deep within Reo. But quickly he laughed along, a genuine, true laugh. He could still remember the difficult nights, where he sat alone thinking the same thing - that he hadn't met your family yet, because you felt ashamed of him.

But now he could see it wasn't true. Where he'd come anxious, expecting a protective father who knew Reo wasn't good enough, he found a man who trusted his daughter's choices, and welcomed him like family. Yeah, maybe you - and his therapist - were right, some disasters really only exist in his mind.

shout out to: @fivenightsatwhoreville @minarinnn @loser-vxbez @pinksodacan

[rboooks]

Child Support Part 2

Tim watched the other young heroes as they tried to look around the watch tower without seeming like they were. He's been here plenty of times, but the rest of the Teen Titans and a few of the Young Justice hasn't.

Much was due to the older heroes leaving the younger ones alone. Some not taking them seriously enough to welcome them at the big HQ as much as that made his blood boil.

They were taking the same risks. They were fighting the same good fights. Why was their age the main reason they weren't treated equally?

Some teenage heroes weren't part of a team per see, but they always answered when a call was sent. For example, Cass and Steph were present, speaking softly to Static Shock. Damian was standing next to Jon and his little friend Colin who was just getting into the swing of the hero business.

Bruce almost bit through his tongue when Damian told him Abuse would be joining Robin on parol, and he could do nothing to stop them. (Tim felt like he was watching Damian tell Bruce a paraphrased version of "But Daddy, I love him!" and it kept him smiling for weeks)

It was wild to see almost every young hero in one place. He doesn't think this happened since the last time Justice Leauge got mind controlled and almost destroyed the whole world.

"Any idea why we're here?" Kon asks to his right, lowering his shade to stare at the Outlaws. Jason's team stood to the side chatting iddly while cleaning over thier weapons.

Kon's always like their punk point of view, and he knows his best friend wants to go over there to talk to them. If it wasn't for the issue of the clone still being mad about what Jason did at the Teen Titans tower. Almost murder was hard to forgive for people outside the Bats.

"None. All I know is that John Constantine sent out a message to every teenage superhero group calling for a meet-up," Tim responds.

Bart whistles with a grimace on his right. "Must be bad if that guy is asking."

"I heard Hawkwoman tell Superman that she was worried and wasn't sure she wanted anyone of us mixed up in Constantine's mistakes." Cassie chimes in from where she leans on the couch. The three turn to her as she lowers her voice, attempting to keep the others from hearing. "Batman told her off for it."

"Batman did?" Tim asks, surprised.

Cassie shrugs, throwing a bit of her blond hair over her shoulder. "As much Batman can emote anyway."

Yeah, that sounded about right. Though it must have been something Bruce found disrespectful. His dad usually never reprimanded strangers unless they were saying something or doing something that sounded far too much like bigotry to him.

But to apply that to Constantine? Someone, Bruce generally disliked communicating with because the man tended to backstab his contacts? Yes, Constantine wasn't evil, but he wasn't pleasant either.

If Bruce had magical issues, he tended to contact Zatanna first.

Just then, the watch tower's zeta beams activate. Everyone who gathered turns to the teleporting pads where Constantine appears looking, for lack of a better word, absolutely exhausted. Even Tim knows that his eye bags aren't that bad, and he's usually going hours without sleep.

"Oh good, you all made it," Constantine says, sipping from a mug and wearing nothing but sweatpants and what looks like a nightgown. His signature trench coat was nowhere in sight. "I'm going to be quick about this. I need a team of young heroes willing to accept my son into their fold."

The room is dead silent. Constantine sighs. "Look, I've tried everything, but it's like Danny is allergic to laying low. He fought with a demon the other day over a child's doll- which you all know happens. People get haunted! But Danny refused to do it the right way, and now I had to beat off the demon's marriage proposal at least ten times. Not to mention his lack of social skills! No matter which one I stick him in, he can't seem to make friends in school. He got shoved into a locker on his first day! I thought that was an American exaggeration of the telly!"

Constantine pauses and takes a large gulp of whatever he's drinking before continuing his rant. A hand runs through his already messy hair, leaving it in bigger disarray as he speaks. "He's behind in terms of trends and technology cause his other father raised him outside of the typical timelines, so sometimes it's like talking to someone from the early two thousand, and other times it's like he's a modern Victorian era lad. His powers are also all over the place because the ectoplasm in our world is thicker, so when he breathes it in, he losses his control. Just the other day he accidentally made himself fly through our ceiling and almost reach the atmosphere before I was able to bring him back down."

A few of the fliers in the room wince. Jon nods and whispers under his breath, though his voice carries in the silence. "Yeah, been there before. Flying can be scary if you don't know how to come down."

Johns glances around at all the young people, eyes showing a tad bit of desperation. "He's sad all the time now, and I don't know how to help. If working with you could help him make friends, I would be grateful. He's a great kid. He just needs to adjust."

Tim had no idea what to do with this information; how do you respond to arguably one of the strongest Justice League Darks' heroes asking for a play date for his son?

"How old is the child?" Damian's voice rings out. Colin's hand is attached to his sleeve, a slightly nervous smile on the boy's face as he attempts to hide from the staring heroes behind his brother. Tim bets that if he wasn't wearing the domino mask, they would be able to see slight tears in Colin's eyes.

Damian's other hand goes across his body to cover Colin's hand, and Tim fights a shit-eating grin. His eyes lock with Jason, and the two send each other knowing grins. Looks like Bruce did have to worry about Damian having a secret boyfriend.

He can't wait to tease Damian later.

"He's fourteen....or well, physically?" Constantine answers eagerly.

"What does that mean?" Kon asks this time.

"Okay, so he's half human, half ecto-being. He sired him with his other father, Clockwork, which was only four years ago in this dimension, but since he was raised in the Infinite Relemas, times move differently there? " The British man says, and Raven goes rigid.

"Clockwork, as in the most powerful Ancient?" She asks, looking horror-struck when Constantine nods.

Before anyone asked what that meant, the zeta tubes activated again without permission. Someone had hacked into their systems which were ten levels bad. Everyone naturally fell into a fighting stance, only to blink when a teenage boy stepped out with a loud excited screech.

"We're in space!" The teenager runs to one of the windows, pressing his hands and face up against the glass. "This is amazing!"

Tim only relaxes his muscles once Constantine clears his throat. "Chum...what are you doing here?"

"Oh. One of your curse rocks things started proposing to me again, so I ran out of the House of Mysteries. Thought I see what you were up to." The teenager says, turning around with a smile and utterly freezing at the sight of the gathered heroes.

He had dark hair, wide blue eyes, and the most adorable face Tim had ever seen. Not as sexy as Bernard, of course, but darn close. Judging by the looks of anyone attractive to males, most heroes thought the same.

"Um...hi?" He says, offering the Godsmack teenagers a helpless little shrug. "I'm Danny Constantine."

"It is a pleasure, Constantine." Damian marches over to him with all his little twelve-year-old authority. He barely reaches Danny's chest. "I shall look forward to working with you. Are you formally trained in combat or strictly magic?"

"Um...oh, I can throw a punch or two? I'm mostly self taught. I rely on my powers a lot?" Danny fumbles to answer throwing a desperate look at his presumed father.

"No matter. I shall have you begin training. My Beloved also needs to work on his form. There is no shame in this" Damian nods, and Constantine lets out a large sigh of relief. He jogs over to place a hand on his son's shoulder, giving him a one-sided hug

"Yes, Danny, you will join Robin, Superboy, and Abuse on missions. They agree to help you settle and get used to your ghost powers." Constantine smiles. "I'll give me time to discourage all those idiots from trying to trick you into marriage."

"Oh...okay. It's nice to meet you all. Please call me Phantom on the field. Um, are you the team leader?" He asks Damian as the three youngest boys lead him further into the watch tower.

Constantine watches them go with the brightest smile he's ever seen on the man's face. He looks back to the group, who were barely starting to pick their jaws off the floor and makes a shooing motion with his hand. "You lot are dismissed."

Then the man vanishes in a green portal.

There is a ringing silence until Barts blurts out. "I'm pretty sure this is where the Phantom Fan Club first formed. A historical moment."

Tim wants to take a nap.

( Part 1 )

[idyllcy]

I'm so impulsive, got a flight to the east coast already

word count: 1.5k

summary: As Tim sits on the plane, he can only— shit. You're cute.

Three days, four hours, two minutes, and eleven seconds counting.

That's how long Tim's been awake.

Sure, he should do something that isn't flying out for personal business last minute in economy class— but he should also really not be allowed to stay awake for so long. He needs to fly back to Gotham from Jump City, and somehow, for some wretched, cruel twist of fate, he's stuck flying economy class because Bruce is using the private plane for WE business. First class is somehow, cruelly, awfully booked full, and even business class was not let up. Tim Drake, for the first time since birth, is stuck sitting in economy class, cramming with others. He's sure this is payback for being awake for three days without a single nap.

Maybe he'd get kidnapped for ransom on top of it.

"Here's your ticket. You'll be at gate 20." The lady at the register smiles.

Tim has no carry-ons other than his messenger bag, and for the first time in ages, TSA is hell to go through. He waits in line with the rest of the people, hands them his ID, gets a plethora of questions asked to him about why he was flying economy, and finally makes it to the gate. He wonders if he should use his card to check into the VIP lounge, but he has barely any time to think about it, noticing his flight's already about to board.

He ends up being one of the last ones to board, running to his gate and handing them his ticket before entering. God, he needs to get a plane of his own with his inheritance sometime. Flying in economy sounds like the worst experience yet, and sure, he's privileged to say it— but he'd much rather stick to first class or even business at worse.

Though, as he meets eyes with the person he's sitting next to, he pauses.

Oh. Shit. You're cute.

"Awh..." You pout playfully. "And here I thought I'd be able to get three whole seats to myself."

Tim laughs to the best of his ability, sitting next to you and tucking his bag under his seat, yawning as he slouches back.

"Long day?"

"Long week." He mumbles.

"Yeah? Tell me about it." You yawn too, slouching back into your seat. Tim glances at you as you tilt your head at him, curious to see what was his problem. Maybe it would pique your interest. A six-hour flight really doesn't sound that bad, but then again, Tim needs some sort of sleep before he knocks out. Right. Shit. He forgot his neck pillow.

"Call me privileged, but this is my first time flying economy." He blinks. "God, I'm tired."

"Want my pillow?" You pull it from your neck, holding it out for Tim.

"Are you an angel?"

"Erm, not quite." You smile awkwardly, shrugging. "But I don't sleep on domestic flights."

"What are you flying for?" Tim clips the pillow around his neck, moaning quietly at the comfort.

"Family. I heard one of my parents got hurt. I bought the only ticket left."

"Funny. I'm going back for family business too." Tim snorts.

How you have not yet called Tim out for being a Wayne is beyond him. He's too tired to analyze you, sinking into his seat as he closes his eyes, humming as you continue rambling.

"So? Why this flight?"

"Got a call from my old man this morning about how I needed to attend a meeting for him." Tim mumbles. "God do I hate him sometimes."

"Business meeting?"

"Yeah. The worst part is that those old geezers weren't willing to host it on Zoom like a normal person." Tim sighs. "They made me buy my own ticket too. The disrespect is wild."

"Do they do this to your dad?"

"Never." Tim groans. "If I fall asleep while you talk, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Sounds rough." You smile. "Any drink orders?"

"Zesti." He mumbles. "But a can, please."

"I'll let them know." You hum.

Tim knocks out cold. It's the quickest he's slept in ages, and the neck pillow feels so good he thinks he's going to heaven. He wouldn't mind dying on this plane— Not when he's sleeping so well. God, maybe he'd actually have a better flight experience on economy. (it would, however, NOT be a more than once experience. Economy was a nightmare. That was his sleep deprivation speaking, not him.)

You open your laptop, go back to your document, and join the free internet as you continue typing on the document. You text the server for advice, bouncing ideas off of each other as you go on a tangent about the cute boy next to you at the airport. The chat goes insane as you try to explain that there is no way you are going to meet him again; the universe simply would not allow it, but they ignore you, spilling story prompts and stirring the worms in your brain. Fuck.

You grumble quietly as you start a new document for the idea.

Halfway through the flight, Tim leans onto your side, head meeting your shoulder, his lips parted as he drools a little, eyes still closed. You blink at him slowly, making sure he was still asleep before going back to typing. You order him a can of Zesti when the flight attendants come by before typing on your laptop again. You wonder if he knows anything about the vigilantes of Gotham. Maybe you'll ask him when he wakes up. Though, as you write fanfiction for a meet-cute with a vigilante on a plane, you think you'd rather die than ask him a question about vigilantism. Your boldness could only go so far.

When you finish your drink and doc, you glance at the time. You had another two hours to kill before descent, and you were kind of starting to regret not bringing another neck pillow. Listen. He's cute. You'd give your neck pillow to him any day if it meant he would call you an angel. His voice? His face? God, he was so hot it was kind of daunting. Maybe you'd ask him for his number later. Then again, he'd probably say no. What kind of a Gotham elite would give his number to a random person?

Hell, it's not as if you even went to school in Gotham either. You try and put your finger on which Gotham elite he is, but you come to no fruit as you think of the big ones. There's no way he's Bruce Wayne despite the uncanny blue eyes and black hair combo. Maybe one of his sons? But then again, Dick Grayson was much taller than the boy next to you. You don't actually recall what his other two sons look like. Two? Three? You don't remember if his second son is alive. Last you checked, he is. So it'd be three, huh? It's also definitely not his Asian daughter.

You give up on figuring out who he is and settle for closing your laptop and putting it back in your bag, closing your eyes as you rest your head on his, racing heart only calming when you fall asleep.

The two of you stay that way until a flight attendant wakes you up to put your tray back, waking Tim too on accident, the boy blinking slowly as you close the tray, tilting his head at you.

"God, maybe I am in heaven." He mumbles.

You laugh much brighter this time, warmth flushing your skin and blood rushing to your neck, embarrassed as Tim registers his own words, horrified at his boldness.

"I'm so sorry—"

"No, no." You continue laughing, the joy still in your voice as you continue. "I'm touched. I don't get called angel often."

"Really?" Tim mumbles. "How long until landing?"

"Thirty minutes." You smile. "They had me put my tray back. You can go back to sleep if you want—"

"Can I have your number?" Tim blurts.

"A-ah?" You stare at him wide-eyed.

"Oh, is that too much? I just really wanted to go out with you for coffee, you see. You can say no if you're uncomfortable, really. You're allowed to do that. Actually, please do that. I don't know if I'll be able to—"

"Yes!" You cut him off. "Yeah. Yeah. You can have my number."

The two of you exchange numbers the last thirty minutes of the flight, names and information exchanged, a light flush on your cheeks, and a visible one on Tim's face.

Tim thinks this is his reward for flying economy for once. (And maybe, just maybe, he'd fly economy back if it meant he would be with you again.)

[tetsumie]

𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋

pairing: kuroo x gen!neutral reader

genre: angst

a/n: slightly self indulgent :( but anyways this is my first fic on this blog and i'm trying to get back into writing again which feels really nice <3 also i miss my boy kuroo :(

god, how you wish you wouldn't have to do what you're about to do.

sitting on the bench in front of the lake, you fiddle with your fingers waiting for your boyfriend, kuroo, to show.

it wasn't a date or anything and he told you he was coming from a study group with some friends to meet you. the whole thing was an incredibly sporadic meetup.

"y/n!" you hear his voice and you turn your neck to see him slightly jogging towards you with his messy hair.

"hi tetsu," you reply with a small smile on his face.

he slows down his pace as he reaches you and his lips turn upwards into that smirk that you've grown to love in the months of your relationship with him.

his stupid little smirk.

"did i keep you waiting for too long?" he asks you.

you shook your head. "no no no! i was just looking at the lake for a bit and listening to some music. don't worry about it."

"sorry... study group kind of got carried away. organic chem is kicking our asses," he replies with a chuckle and you let out one as well.

"but... i did get you flowers!" he pulls out a bouquet of white carnations and your heart flutters but the feeling is immediately retracted when you remind yourself why you called him over.

"t-tetsu, you really didn't have to," you begin to stammer.

"sure i didn't have to but i wanted to," he kisses your cheek. "anything for my pretty."

he puts the bouquet in your hands and sits with you on the bench, viewing the lake with you. you're unusually quiet and kuroo feels something is off.

as he's about to ask you what's wrong, you intervene with, "tetsu can we walk for a bit?"

"y-yeah sure."

the both of you stand up and begin to walk around the sidewalk surrounding the lake. people of all kinds are here. some are walking their dogs, some with their kids, others out on a jog, some riding their skateboards, and more. even couples just like you and kuroo are present.

you still aren't saying anything and any topic kuroo brings up, you're giving curt responses and it's worrying him. what's going on?

"y/n," kuroo's upbeat voice turns to one with a bit of a more stern tone. "stop."

you stop moving and you turn to meet his honey golden brown eyes.

those honey golden brown eyes filled with love and affection just for you.

looking him in the eye was still intimidating to you even after all this time and you felt the goosebumps form on your arm.

"what's going on?" he tilts his head. "you haven't said much the entire time we've been here."

you break eye contact and you're looking everywhere else on his face other than his eyes now. you know the moment you look into his eyes, he's going to read you like an open book and you're going to burst into tears.

"my mom and dad want us to break up."

the world around kuroo silences. he can't hear the dogs barking anymore or the sound of the skateboard wheels riding along the cement or the laughter from the children walking around with their families. the only thing he can hear are your words.

"oh."

you can see the heartbreak take over his handsome facial features and you can't help but feel at fault for all of it. it's your fault now that he's upset.

"but why? i didn't do anything! i mean, we haven't formally met, but we've said hello and stuff on call! i don't think i was disrespectful? right, i wasn't disrespectful?" he begins to ramble.

"no, tetsu, you were never disrespectful to them." you reply in a low voice.

"then why do they want us to break up? it doesn't make sense.. we haven't done anything wrong?" he asks.

"they just... they think me in a relationship with you is all too soon. us being in such a committed relationship is too soon."

you bit your lip waiting for his response and his gaze refused to leave your face. "y/n, there must be something more to this. tell me the entirety of their reasoning."

goddammit, he would always be able to read you like an open book.

"they were talking about how... well.. they don't think you're good for me.." you mumble.

he doesn't say anything for a moment and you feel your heart drop. you look at him and now his face is unreadable. you can't seem to figure out what's going through his mind.

"i'll talk to them," determination laced with his voice. "i'll change their mind."

"tetsuro, please..." you grab his wrist and you refuse to look back up at him knowing if you do, the tears will unconventionally fall. "it's not... it's not worth it."

"our relationship is worth it to me!" he says, his voice growing louder. "your parents are trying to pull us apart and you're just letting them! don't you want to try?"

"don't you think i did?!" you reply.

"i told them you're different! i told them how much i love you and how much you care about me and how i'm willing to spend the rest of my life with you if you asked me to! i would do it in a heartbeat! i told them that you, you, are my first love."

he hears the pain in your voice as you begin to tell him.

"kuroo, i never wanted to hurt you but i... i'm in a tough spot where i don't want to hurt my parents but i don't want to hurt you either."

he feels the wet tear droplets on his wrist and he realizes you're crying. and it hits him.

"how long have you been keeping this in?"

"..."

"how long, y/n?"

"about a month now..."

you've known for so long and yet you couldn't tell him. were you that horrified to tell him about it? he sighs. he hates the fact that you're crying.

and a part of him feels responsible for your tears.

"so what now?" he asks. "what do you want to do?"

you begin to wipe your tears, still refusing to look him in the face. you can't bare to see the expression on his face after everything that's been said.

"i... i don't know."

silence fills the space between you too and neither one of you know what to say. you refuse to look at him and he won't stop looking at your figure in front of him, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you'll look up at him.

"y/n," he says with a strength that you weren't expecting from him. "look at me... please?"

it comes out as more of a request and you can't not look up at him. your heart breaks even more at the sight. there are tear stains on his face and his eyes are stained light red.

his eyes. his honey golden brown eyes. the ones that would hold a soft gaze reserved just for you have now turned erratic and empty altogether.

he looks so vulnerable right now and you feel that it's your fault that your relationship is crumbling so quickly.

"let's break up kuroo," you tell him before he can say anything to sway your heart and mind. "i've been thinking about this for too long and i need to accept my parents' wishes."

his heart chips even more when you call him by his last name. his body screams to stop you from making this decision. he wants to believe this is all some horrifying prank but with the way your eyes are looking at him, he knows it's not.

"okay," he says.

"okay," you reply back.

he bends down a little and takes your face in his palms and you resist the urge to rub your cheek along his familiar palm like you used to. he rubs his thumb along your cheek and you feel the hot tears forming in your eyes.

right as a tear slip pasts your eye, kuroo's lips meet your cheeks and he begins to kiss away every tear that seems to slip away from your eyes.

you're never going to be able to feel his touch on your face again.

you're never going to feel the warmth of his skin on yours again.

you're never going to be able to feel the way his calloused hand fits into yours.

you're never going to be able to feel him again.

his last kiss ends on your lips and you don't have it in you to kiss him back, scared of making a decision you would regret. as he pulls away from you, you open his palm and place the bouquet of flowers back in his hands.

"don't give this back to me; it's yours," he tells you.

"please take it back... i don't want them."

with much hesitation, he takes back the flowers he picked out for you and his arms drop to his sides.

"i love you, you know that right?" you begin to say. "i love you. so fucking much."

he pulls you in for a hug, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"i love you, always," he speaks it into the air and places a chaste kiss on the top of your head.

"i always will."

© tetsumie 2023 all rights reserved 

[brbzonedout]

Earth 42 Miles Headcanons/Observations??

-Before the death of his dad, Mr. Morales would take Miles on patrols and the occasional pursuit when something suddenly went down, and watching that he learned how cops operate so now he uses that information to avoid them while doing prowler work.

-I know some of y’all think he’s a hood nigga but in my mind, I just can’t see it all that much. Like yeah, he knows the streets very well he has no choice but to but, he's still Miles, and EVERY Miles is some form of a nerd and lowkey sensitive.

-Speaking of being a complete nerd every little nerdy black boy got their anime to start with Naruto so he's no different. He could probably also get behind death note because it's dramatic and suspenseful.

-He's not straight-up disrespectful. Although sometime the way he words things or his tone could come off as rude he doesn't necessarily mean for it to come out that way…usually. He was raised by a widowed single mom Rio Morales to be specific and just from her minimal screen time in both movies we know she doesn't play.

-But don't get it twisted if he has to pop a mfer in the mouth he will no doubt.

-I feel like he's into different music genres that somehow fall under the category of calm/chill ness(???). His life is chaotic and dramatic enough as it is so the things that he can control, he keeps chill. For instance, the song “Fantasy” by Bazzi seems like his vibe. (I'm not self-projecting I promise!!).

-Definitely feels like he has to grow up and be more mature than his peers due to all of his responsibility. I imagine one day he's just in his room thinking and contemplating life then looks around at how his room is decorated with toys, action figures, and old drawings.

-So he gathers it up getting ready to give everything away until Rio sees and stops him reminding Miles that even during all of this he’s still a kid and deserves to be able to enjoy life like one.

-With that being said, Mrs.Morales tries to get Miles to put himself out there again, asking him to join different clubs and things of the sort, and after a while, he finally lands on two robotics/computer club and baseball (I had to add this because of that one piece of fanart ITS SO GOOD). He even makes some acquaintances in these. Once he gets comfortable with speaking semi-freely people find him likable. 

-I would love to say he joined the art club but I feel like he keeps his art private.

-He’s 100% a mamas’ boy but not a toxic weird incesty type, he just really loves her and looks up to the way she operates. The way she's able to hold herself together and support his needs and even Aarons’ if he needs it.

-He looks up to Aaron in the same way too just doesn't express it as much, not saying that he verbally expressed love all that much with Rio but they both know he loves them and accepts his nonchalantness knowing he's just scared to really express his feelings casually.

Ok that's it!! Thank you for reading I enjoyed making this and I do want to write more things so if y'all have any request feel free to submit!!<3

[seriouslysam8]

A Little Ramble - Probably a Rant

I feel the need to say something for a very small percentage of people. Because most of my readers and reviewers are wonderful and I love them so much and I want to give you big, big, big hugs. You guys are amazing and you're the reason I can update consistently.

I get there are people upset with the way I write Hermione out of stories and how I cast her into the background. If you love Hermione, then my stories are not for you. She will never be a main character or even a side character. I will never write her POV. If that upsets you, there is an x in the corner. Utilize it.

I'll only talk about Brumous. This story is really a story about Harry and Sirius. It's about them finding the family they desperately needed for the past fourteen years. It's about Sirius learning to overcome his demons and step up as the godfather he was always supposed to be. It's about Harry learning to rely and accept help from others and learn what a family truly is. The main relationship, the main characters in this story are really Harry and Sirius.

This is not a story about Hermione. This isn't really even a story about Hinny or Remadora or Ron or anybody else. Yes, Hinny and Remadora are the main pairings in this story but Ginny and Remus are really the side POVs in this story. They do not always have a POV every chapter they do not drive the main plot forward, nor are they the center of it. That belongs to Harry and Sirius.

There is really no reason Hermione needs to be in the story. She holds no value, to be quite honest, as she doesn't have a purpose in this story like she does in the books. I'm not writing a character for the sake of writing them, especially when I dislike the character. I don't bash her, I don't make her look bad, I just push her into the background because she's not important to the storyline.

There are plenty of stories where Hermione is a main character, where she gets a POV, where she saves the day with her Mary Sue intellect. That's GREAT! I'm glad there's a bunch of stories people can read about what they like. But there also needs to be stories for people who don't want to read about her. THAT'S GREAT TOO.

The beauty of fandom is that we can find stories for whatever we want. Hinny, Remadora, Jily, Drarry, Wolfstar, Dramoine, Romione, Panville, the list goes on and on and on! There's so many stories that have a wide variety of main characters too! You want to read about Harry: yep, there's that! You want to read about Remus: oh, yeah, there's a bunch of those too. You want Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Neville, James, Lily, Sirius, whoever the fuck you want, YEP THERE ARE THOSE STORIES OUT THERE. HP is a massive fandom with so many talented authors and art and just people in general. You can legit find whatever you want to read. If you don't, you write it yourself!

You want to know what I want to read but couldn't really find so I started to write myself? A story where Sirius lives and he's like a dad to Harry. A story where Hinny had more time together before shit hit the fan. A story where Harry and Ron have an amazing bromance. A story where Harry dealt with his childhood trauma and started trusting adults around him to help him. Finally, a story where Hermione wasn't the focal point and always solving all the issues.

So, please, don't call me disrespectful for pushing Hermione in the background. Don't tell me I ignore Ginny's faults while highlighting Hermione's. Don't tell me that you're disappointed in my writing because Hermione isn't a focal point. Because at the end of the day, this is my story. This is what I want to write. I'm not pandering to what you want. Just because you're disappointed in me or whatever doesn't mean I'm going to change my entire story to make you happy. Because I won't. I don't care. I especially don't care if you're some anonymous person leaving a review since I'm just going to delete your review and move on. Yes, I do delete guest reviews that annoy me. Yes, I block people on Tumblr who want to hound me on my stance with Hermione. I do it because I can and I want to and that's my choice in order to make the fandom experience I want to have.

So, while you're annoyed with my representation of Hermione in MY stories, I'm equally annoyed with you when you can't just let me write MY STORIES the way I want to. I write for free. You want me to write Hermione in some great positive light, then fucking pay me. Otherwise, just leave me alone. Nobody is forcing you to read my stories.

At the end of the day, people can read and write what they want to. If you don't like my opinions on my Tumblr, block me. I'm fine with that. If you don't like the way I portray characters, don't read my stories. I'm okay with that. I found my little niche and I'm happy. I make it very clear what I like and don't like so you know exactly what to expect in stories from me. So, find your niche and the authors who write exactly what you like and be happy.

I am tired of people constantly trying to convince me Hermione is a great character (save your breath because you won't change my mind) or people being rude and telling me my opinion about her is wrong (it's not since we're all allowed to have opinions because they're OPINIONS and not FACTS) or people calling me a Hermione basher (I'm not bashing anyone in my stories - except maybe, maybe Snape a teeny tiny bit but he's a fucking cockwombling asshole and I will not apologize for that. I cannot stop from constantly portraying him in a negative light. Okay, I'm guilty of that.) I'm really tired of answering asks about Hermione or having to explain my reasoning on why I don't like her. I just don't, okay? There's nothing wrong with that. People can like whoever they want to. I shouldn't have to constantly justify my opinion.

I dislike Wolfstar because I don't think it makes sense with canon and I hate the fandom versions of their characters. I do not read Wolfstar stories, I do not follow Wolfstar blogs, I do not bother people who love Wolfstar. They can read and love whatever they like. Good for you! That's amazing. I'll never argue with you about Wolfstar. Because that's your opinion and what you like.

So, I guess what I'm saying is, you don't need to read my stories or follow my Tumblr or bother me if my stance on Hermione bothers you that much. In words of Elsa, let it go!

I've ranted enough but it's just been something that's bothering me for awhile and I'm tired of deleting reviews, asks, or blocking tumblrs.

Anyway, thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[nattikay]

Kaltxì!! i'm just here to say how much i adore your art & your content!!! it brings me so much joy to see you draw the sully family, they're just so cute :") especially the newest art of jake, neytiri, neteyam and kiri - it's just so nice to see them happy together like this <33 your ocs are amazing too, btw!

this question is kinda random but i'm still going to ask, do you have any sully family headcanons (or na'vi headcanons in general)? i'm just curious, my brainrot is way too strong i can't stop thinking about them fsjdjdh

have a nice day! :] Eywa ngahu!

Aww, thank you!

Headcanons? hmmm.....I don't think I have many at the moment, but perhaps a few:

A silly one is that Balto is Lo'ak's favorite movie no I do not take constructive criticism. How did he watch the movie, dunno, the kids seem to hang around the scientists often enough, perhaps Norm introduced them to a few cartoons one day idk

The whole family is of course bilingual but stick mostly to Na'vi by default. On that note, none of the Metkayina know any English at all; everything we hear from them is translated from Na'vi for the audience.

I know it's a fairly popular headcanon in the fandom right now that Kiri is autistic; as for me I'm a little on the fence about it. On the one hand I highly doubt that she was intentionally written to be autistic. On the other, though, as an autistic person myself who also grew up as the awkward weird kid (a tearful "why am I different?" to Grace's spirit hit kinda hard)....I can definitely understand where the theory's coming from. I know people who dislike this headcanon say that just because an autistic person relates to a character it doesn't mean that character is autistic, and yes I absolutely agree with that--I relate for many reasons to many characters that I don't view as autistic--but I can see where people are getting those vibes with Kiri and can sympathize with wanting to view her that way. So.....maybe? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Speaking of Kiri, based on what we've seen in the movie and until we get further evidence to contradict it, my theory on her origins is that she has no biological father--she's a genetic clone of Grace's avatar somehow spurred into existence by Eywa. How, exactly, we don't know, but given what we know thus far it seems to be the most likely possibility imo.

...on that note, though, can we please stop calling her "space Jesus"? I get why people draw the comparison, apparent immaculate conception and divine abilities and whatnot, but unless her purpose on Pandora is secretly somehow to sacrifice her life to atone for the Na'vi's sins (which I very much doubt is the case), the connection doesn't quite work, and feels a tad disrespectful. ^^;

Lastly, I don't think Jake became a "military dad" until after the RDA returned. I hesitate to even call this one a "headcanon" so much as simple analysis given what we saw in the opening montage, where he is shown to be very warm and playful with his kids. The military side only emerged out of necessity when suddenly the family was at very real risk of one wrong move getting them killed in the reignited war. (also there's nothing wrong with Neteyam and Lo'ak calling him "sir". Like, if Jake was strictly enforcing that they only ever call him "sir" at all times then yeah I would agree, that's kinda cold and harsh, but he doesn't, they call him "Dad" most of the time; an occasional respectful "sir" when they are in trouble is nowhere near the big issue some of y'all are treating it as).

[artzychic27]

Some static shock quotes with miraculous characters especially the science kids?

Ismael: Mutant? Now that's degrading.

Simon: You have a better word for it?

Ismael: I kind of like... meta-human.

-

Doctor: Do these changes involve another person?

Zoé: A lot of them.

Doctor: ... Does your father know what you've been doing?!

Zoé: What?! Whoa, Doc, we're talking about two totally different things here.

-

Akuma: You're that freak from TV!

Wyvern: You say freak, I say unique!

-

Wyvern: Lucky that water main was

Minnie: Uh, Wyern...? That wasn't a water main. It was a sewer line.

-

Nathaniel: What's that guy got that I don't have?

Alix: Let's make a list. Looks, height, all-state in track and field - shall I quit while you're behind?

Nathaniel: I thought we were tight, Alix.

Alix: We are bro, just keeping it real.

-

Nathaniel: Do you know what hanging with Marc Anciel is going to do to my rep?

Alix: Uh... Start it?

-

Simon: Where're you taking us, Aurore?

Aurore: Patience, we're almost there. It'll be easier when we're old enough to drive.

Denise: Hey, we could have gotten on my shield and flown.

Reshma: Well, no disrespect, but I've seen you fall off that thing.

Denise: One time, and they were shooting at me!

-

Ismael: You gotta be kidding me. You'd have to renovate before this place could even qualify as a dump.

Aurore Oh, come on, use your imagination; right now this place might be a broken down, rat-infested...

Jean: (interrupts) Rat-infested?!

Aurore: We'll get some traps. The point is, with a little work, this could be the nerve center of our entire superhero operation.

Simon: And what would we call it, the Abandoned Gas Station of Solitude?

Aurore: Ahh, that's funny.

Cosette: Hey, I'd have built us a tree house if I had a tree.

Lacey: I wish I could just go out and rent a decent headquarters, but that takes money.

Reshma: Nobody ever said the superhero gig would be a profit center.

Marc: Yeah, but it's costing me; I keep tearing my costume, melting my shoes.

-

Nora: *banging her hand on the locked bathroom door* Alya Ovid Césaire, get your ashy butt out here right this minute!

Alya: *unlocks the door and sticks her head out* Nora! My middle name is never to be spoken aloud, you know that! *sticks his bed back into the bathroom and slams the door closed*

-

Yvette: Don't you ever go home?

Zoé: *Cuddling with Cosette on the couch* I smell an insinuation.

-

Lapin: He even had purple skin and orange hair!

Rooster Bold: Ugh, Akumas. They just have no fashion sense.

-

Leonardo: You ok, sir?

Driver: You almost threw me into orbit! I was scared to death!

Leonardo: I'm sorry, but something's happened to my powers. They're way stronger than they used to be.

Driver: That so? Well, can you drop me off at 44th and 3rd?

Leonardo: Didn't you just say you were scared to death?

Driver: Yeah. But the traffic in this town is even scarier.

-

Lacey: This looks like a job for...

Jean: Don't finish that sentence, Lacey. Superman already owns the rights.

-

Reshma: You told them we were doing homework? On a Friday night?

Ismael: Think they won't believe me?

Reshma: No, they will, which doesn't say much for our social lives.

-

Fennec: Look, can we just talk for a sec'?

Evillustrator: No! Give it back! It's mine!

Fennec: Give what back? *Evillustrator prepares to attack* Wait?! Is this about that photo? HEY, you can have it back! Come on, Nathaniel. Chill out!

Evillustrator: You... You know my name?

Fennec: I found out from some people!.. People who care about you.

Evillustrator: Nobody cares about me!! *He hits her with some of his ink*

Fennec: Whoah! Come on slow down! I care... And I wanna help you... I know what you've gone through...

Evillustrator: How could you know...?

Fennec: Because... I lost my dad, too. *Evillustrator stops attacking. She returns his picture of Nathaniel and his father* I know how hard it is, how the pain never really goes away...

-

Zoé: That doesn't make any sense! Why am I changing now?! You all got your powers the day the lab exploded!

Simon: I don't know. Late boomer, maybe? I mean, others had delayed reactions.

-

Pluto: *admires herself in the mirror in her new uniform* Well? What do ya think?

King Cobra: I think you spend too much time in front of the mirror than Lemon Bee and Rooster Bold do! And that worries me.

Pluto: Now I just need to come up with a superhero handle. How about, Fido?

Minnie: Nope!

Pluto: Fluffy?

*Hamlet rolls his eyes*

Pluto: All I've got left is Pluto!

Minnie: Hey, as long as your costume doesn't match the character, you're good.

-

Caprikid: What? Afraid I'm gonna show you up again, rooster boy? Well, you can relax.

Rooster Bold: I am relaxed. You're the one jumpin' around like a demented cheerleader.

-

Pluto: Time we used Plan "B".

Bronco: Okay. What's Plan "B"?

Pluto: Stop using Plan "A".

-

Wyvern: Look at this; it’s a review of your debut.

Roi Singe: I don’t read reviews.

Wyvern: Don’t or can’t?

Roi Singe: Look I’m dyslexic all right. They put me in a special learning program. They showed me techniques.

Wyvern: Like what?

Roi Singe: A lot of stuff. You change words into something you can feel instead of looking at, but it takes patience. I could never sit still as a kid.

Wyvern: So you dropped out of the program?

Roi Singe: I felt dumb! Don’t tell anyone about this ok?

Wyvern: You’re not dumb! Look what you made of yourself. A hero. An athlete. But…

Roi Singe: But I messed up.

Wyvern: I was gonna say ‘But you can’t give in’. You said you can read, it just takes some work. Do the work.

-

Hamlet: Austin Tomassian, I'm glad to see you're ok.

Austin T: You can drop the act, Songbird.

Hamlet: You know?

Austin T: Wasn't hard to figure out. Why else kidnap me to get to Hamlet? And maybe, just maybe, in the back of my mind, I've always known.

-

Marinette: Is that... Marc?

Rooster Bold: Uh... You have to understand the most secret part of a superhero is their secret identity and, well, uh-

Lapin: Yeah, that's Marc.

Rooster Bold: Hi.

-

Alya: Look! It's the Miracle Squad!

Nino: And as usual, Mme. Mendeleieve's class is nowhere in sight... You don't think?

Alya: Nah. It couldn't be.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Hey Dani, I was wondering if you or others who read this could give me some advice?

I sent an ask about a month ago about learning to drive and things have progressed since then (not necessarily positively 😅)

I'm experiencing severe anxiety before every lesson, often days beforehand, and the night before a lesson, I have a fretful sleep or wake up at 5am and not being able to go back to sleep. I haven't felt this type of anxiety for years, since I was 17.

Then yesterday, my instructor shouted at me 'for fuck's sake!' When I didn't slow down enough when turning left (I was below 20mph, probably closer to 15) and there were no hazards so it wasn't an unconscious reaction to something dangerous. I told my dad about it, who can drive, and he agreed it seemed extreme. And then I realised the instructor would make comments like 'I'm dreading doing the emergency stop with you' and 'do you only stir the car when I tell you?'. So I'm thinking now, has his reactions to me driving made me feel anxious more than I normally would?

I know the obvious solution is to change instructor but the things putting me off doing that is:

Pure awkwardness of saying I don't want to do lessons with him anymore

It took me 3-4 months to find this instructor to begin with

Fear that most instructors are going to be like this with me

What advice would you give? X

Hello darling,

Glad to hear from you again and I'm sorry you are going through this.

I agree with your dad that the instructor's reaction is extreme - also extremely disrespectful.

I've always noticed that educators - and people in supervisory capacity - sometimes have a tendency to be casually rude because they feel like it's warranted.

It's really not.

There is a difference between giving criticism and being a dick. Your instructor is being a dick.

I remember you talking about your driving anxiety before, but now it feels like this person is adding to it and you don't deserve that. I'm sure it's not making it any easier for you.

I would personally get a new instructor because often we don't have the luxury of getting a new teacher if our current one is a dick. We just have to put up with them. But in this case, if you can find a better one, please do. I get that it's hard to find these people, but do give it a try if you can.

If you are feeling awkward about saying you don't want to practice with him anymore, perhaps ask your parents to do it for you. You can simply say 'she is taking a break from her lessons' or something. Remember that he is providing you a service and you are paying for it. If you are not satisfied with this service, you have the right to terminate his services. There is nothing wrong with it.

I understand your hesitation about other instructors also being rude to you. I would ask around for someone who is patient and understanding - referrals would be very useful here.

Also, I want to remind you that (unless getting your license is a requirement for a job or any other personal reason) don't push yourself too much. You can always take a break from driving, come back later, and try again with a different instructor. When something is making you anxious, do not think of it has something that needs to be conquered. Anxiety is something we learn to live and manage with time. It doesn't go away, we just become better at handling it. You need time and space to do that. If you are in an environment that is unsupportive and if you repeatedly push yourself knowing it will make you more anxious, it's gonna be difficult for you to learn how to manage it. So, take your time, yeah? There is no rush.

PS - I don't have a license myself and never went for classes and therefore cannot give you any practical tips about that. If anyone wants to chime in, please do x

Sending love 💙

[tim-hoe-wan]

In your honest opinion, why do so many people dislike Meghan Markle? I'm not even talking about the disgusting far right and the monarchist, just in general a lot of people find her unlikeable. Even my friends who I think are pretty level headed don't hate her but did say they don't exactly like her.

There's not one single all encompassing answer to this question. She doesn't deserve the level of hatred and vitriol she receives, but she's completely harmless. Even if you do have valid reasons to dislike her, it isn't worth it to dwell on it. I also can't believe she gets the vitriol and Harry barely gets any considering how genuinely stupid and entitled he is. That said from what I can observe here are some reasons:

Misogyny and racism. Internalized misogyny is real. But what's even worst is misogynoir. God forbid a black woman ever tries to step up or defend herself, cause people will be unforgiving, just take a look at Meg. Even if you have valid reasons to dislike her, you can't deny she is a victim of relentless bullying and misogynoir.

She's an enemy of the royal family but not the monarch itself. This is genuinely one of my gripes about them. They are obviously monarchist and have no issues with the royals who treated them nicely. Like ok, so you are willing to criticize the monarch now but let's save Lizzie cause she's nice to you? You still want your kids to have titles?

Lying or plain ignorance? From the Oprah interview onwards, there's just a lot of things easily debunked that you don't know anymore if these two are liars. Why their children won't get the titles, Charles supporting them, the Mandela comment etc. I mean, surely at least Harry knows these things could easily be explained or debunked, but it really doesn't help to give them sympathy.

The Cut Interview. This was actually the one that made me annoyed with them cause she chose the journalist, there was nothing wrong with the interview, yet Meghan threw the journalist under the bus for some reason. Same goes with the netflic doc. Even before it was released, they threw the creators they handpicked under the bus. These two seem to want all praise and everything about them glowing cause The Cut interview was handpicked and was a very good piece.

Those two are truly lacking in self-awareness and have a high opinion of themselves. In this era you'd find it very hard to sympathize with rich people. Especially when these two complain about things that make them sound plain entitled. Just get a regular job Harry. My dad also mentioned recently that Harry's gripes kinda remind him of Andrew trying to assert him and his children as part of the royal budget.

Speaking of which, those two or maybe just Harry, are close to Andrew. By default of course a lot of people would find that an issue. They're willing to talk against Willy, but nothing on Lizzie and Andrew? Come on Harry if William was the one who made a racist comment just say it. You'd look less ridiculous.

Tax payers money. My grandparents favorite gripe. Again you just don't know if they're lying or ignorant. Of course the people don't want to pay for your security if you're no longer "working" royals. Not even giving your children titles will save you as exhibited by Lizzie's less favored children and grandchildren.

She really is an ugly American. You know how everyone hated Emily's attitude in Emily in Paris? Like how Americans act like they're better? Like how Americans can find other culture and other people's rules as ridiculous? Yeah Meghan is like that. Even if I don't mind her disrespecting royal protocol, I mean sometimes her response come off as she has some messiah complex meant to change to system and it does seem she really believes that. But again, we don't want to change the system. We want to abolish it altogether.

My friends really love mocking how she still signs herself as the Duchess of Sussex. From my British friends, it's ironic and hypocritical and just shows in the end they're not your allies. From my American friends, it's ridiculous cause Hamilton is right there to remind you George Washington kicked them out so we don't have to care about these titles anymore.

It's a play of narrative. A lot of their words and actions seem to be they're the protagonist and Willy and Kate, not Lizzie or Charles, are the antagonist. I have no doubt the royal family is an antagonist. I just don't think Meghan and Harry are worthy protagonist at all. Sometimes I'm just waiting for Harry to say he should be heir instead.

Those are what I can think off. In the end I think it's valid to dislike or get annoyed with any person or celebrity. But I do not think Meghan has done anything to receive the level of vitriol and hatred that she is receiving in the daily. They're so easy to ignore and overall way too harmless that if you spend time getting so riled up at Meghan (not Harry, I won't defend his ass), I personally think that's a you problem.

[yew--berries]

I hope this doesn't come off as "edgy" or just some sort of disrespect for disrespect's sake at anything, because while i certianly have a lot of that that i could say, this is not the place for it. There's a lot of conversation now about how kids lack reading comprehension, critical thinking, etc... but honestly i've felt like a part of the discussion has been missing, at least for me.

Because the people i see in my life that lack the most critical thinking, that push the hardest against open ended discussion that doesn't always come to a complete and definite answer, that really refuse to see anything differently to what they believe, is adults. In the people who raised me and the people who raised all the kids around me.

Now obviously, my opinion may be swayed by the fact that most of those people i am talking about, have been raised *ridiculously conservative*, and so *of course* they're going to be Like That™️. But legitimately. That is the point. That's what I'm trying to get at. That is what i am saying. I have seen over and over and over in religious people what i can only describe as a fundamental lack of critical thinking and like it makes sense! Yeah it fucking makes sense that if you go to a building every week to listen to one guy yell about how you need to live your life and base your entire world view off the idea that there is one single book that was written without flaw **maybe you're going to be missing out on some critical thinking skills that would have benefitted you otherwise.

I have had numerous conversations with my dad trying to talk about art but being met with nothing but him trying to prematurely come to conclusion i don't intend to draw him to but he finds anyways because he is trying to find the simple and objective correct answer in a conversation that does not have one. And this isn't just with him either, and it doesn't stop there either. It's in my uncle hating pop music as much as it is in his kids parroting him. It's in my Grandfather speaking highly of a government official who has gone on record trying to keep conversion therapy a thing in my area simply because the guy was nice to him specifically as much as it is in his daughter (my 30 year old aunt) getting upset at the word "communism" because that's how much she doesn't want to hear people talk about it. It's in my friend and coworker and even my younger self who forfiet important aspects of music and art and MEANING simply because the people who raised us were so hellbent on following the crowd they were in they never noticed how we were being swept up by the current as well.

Yes there are a lot of people on the internet with piss poor reading comprehension. Yes there are people out there who fully cannot discern what other people say from their own preconceived notions. But it is so important to remember that they did not gain those ideas in a vaccum. It is because of their teachers ignorance that they are ignorant too.

I don't expect anyone to read all this and also This is all been written at too late at night and under the added stress of "i have to go to work tomorrow" but i feel like this is important to say. It may bot all be right and i fully acknowledge that, i still have a long way to go but i really needed to get this out there, the frustration i have with people like this and the fact that a lot of the internet tends to blanket poor critical thinking onto younger people from what I've seen but i really feel like That’s doing a disservice to the basically systemic ways it has been purposefully made to be shit throught a lot of recent history. Nothing kills creative thought and exploration like the bible.

[metalorphan420]

My Dream/ Nightmare

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ This story is fiction!!! There are mentions of animal abuse and death. All the names in this story have been edited to protect their identities and I am anonymous.

I cut my BLT sandwich I made myself into halves with a serrated knife from storage block in the kitchen. For some reason I bring it into the living room with me and set in on the coffee table as I eat my sandwich.

Hank (Great Dane dog) comes in and pick up the knife with his doggy jowls and teeth, then tries to stab me with it. For some reason there are two more kitchen knives that appear on the coffee table and I drop my sandwich to the floor and pick up the knives with each of my hands. Me and Hank start sword fighting and it is the weirdest most terrifying thing. Trevor (my bf) comes and and takes the knife out of Hank's mouth and gives it to me. 

For some reason, I switch from holding the knives from the handles to the blades as I run them back to the kitchen. I hand them to Christine (Trevor's mom) as she is doing the dishes. She puts them back into the storage block and locks them away in a cabinet as Trevor takes Hank outside and tells him he is a bad dog. I say we need to get rid of the big scary dog or give him to someone else.

My ex-step-father enters the room and it is assumed he lives with us for some reason... he calls us crazy bitches and tells Christine that she deserves to be kicked out onto the street and that she is a squatter before going out to "comfort" the "poor dog." I remind him that Christine always pays her portion of the rent and sometimes he doesn't on his way out. 

My ex-mother (momster) comes in who is also assumed to live with us for some reason... and 

this is how the conversation goes.

Momster: "Don't ever disrespect your dad like that or he'll beat your ass!"

Me: "I'm an adult and you cannot threaten me or tell me how to live! You guys don't deserve to live here and you two are the ones who are the leeches because you suck all of the happiness out of everyone."

Momster: "Do you ever wonder why you haven't seen the chihuahuas or kitties today?"

Me: "Yeah! What happened to them? Did Amy (my sister) take them somewhere?"

Momster: "We took care of those annoying moochers and fed them to Hank! *she laughs maniacally* Your dad has been training Hank to fight and protect this family and we can only afford to have one pet now."

Me: "OMG!!! have you lost your fucking minds?!?! You're no longer my mother and you guys are no longer my parents. You're a heartless monster and I will never see you again, not even at your funeral!"

Momster: "If you push me and your dad away this means you no longer love us! We did this to protect the family and I thought you would understand. I did this because I love you... do you not love me anymore?"

Me: "WTF!!! No! I don't love you and I will hate you forever now... that's the consequences of your actions. I don't fuck with people that hurt others for selfish and evil reasons! You're a psychopath and deserve to be in prison! Why did you do this?!?! For money? Are you on some crazy drugs?"

Momster: "No you're wrong! *crying alligator tears for sympathy* We did this to protect our family from crazy people that want to hurt us! We'd all be dead if we didn't do this!!! I don't fuck with ungrateful brats for daughters either!"

Me: "I don't fuck with unsympathetic and psychotic murderers!!! You're a bitch! *I scream and cry as my heart breaks and I walk away forever*"

Momster: "*talking as I leave to get the last word* We're not murderers; we just got rid of the dogs and cats and it would've died before us anyways... I see where you get being a bitch from and I will always love you even if you don't love me!"

THE END 🖤💔

This story is fiction and did not actually happen IRL! However it is based on true traumatic events that have happened in my life. My ex-parents actually did try to pimp me out and stole thousands of dollars from me during 2020 when I was modeling and dancing at gentlemen's clubs. They are also partially responsible for the early and accidental deaths of our 3 beautiful chihuahuas. RIP Princess, Paco, and Phoebe 🐕👼🌈🐾

[temporary-cute-username]

Phones/online life and actual life.

I saw a post saying how people are getting more depressed and lonely. Yes, the world has so many issues that make people feel that way.

But loneliness when you do have a family or whatever but everyone doesn't actually spend time with each other, For example, my dad basically sleeps while listening to some videos and wakes up with them, even a second he has he'll do that. And I'm not talking just about their generation, ours too. Or maybe even especially ours.

I get that we feel that need to escape and when you're in environments you don't like it's even fine to just be on your phone or maybe even when you have nothing else to do.

But if you're with someone, literally sitting in front of them just like that and they're on their phone doing that it's disrespectful to you but also the relationship you have.

Phone timeouts to keep any kind of group be it family or friends nicely functioning is deff important. Because you can just do so much other stuff around people without using phones yk, just be there together.

Usually, if someone's on their phone they won't even pay much attention to what you say.

It feels like you are actively sabotaging bonding time or time in general with your groups on something that stupid. Because often times even if I ask, people don't keep their phones down and want to spend time like that but ofc they'll spend hours online.

For sure I spend hours online too, I really don't do it much when I'm with people though. When I'm alone or in situations I don't like etc. yeah but not with my people.

[lewishamil10n]

Personally the only blogs I'm seeing get shit for it are the ones that are being disrespectful with the post (not saying anyone has not gotten sent stuff for reblogging it on a more accidental level just that I haven't seen it).

Quite a few people who've reblogged it think it's okay to post it simply because they showed up to the race in the first place, and think that it's okay for them to post it because for them personally it isn't a moral issue to do so, or they... "Don't want to succumb to peer pressure" and a few other things too.

It's overall just a really fucked up situation. Being in public doesn't mean that you consent to being posted on social media. The original clip is one thing, it was a live clip and Ted got shocked, but they did end up editing it for the reupload. Lots of people had the ability to see it was edited, and have been long time fans of Seb, and have been told that their family likes to keep private life stuff private, but continue to keep it up just because they can or want to. It really does show the lack of respect that some people have for the drivers they like.

no yeah it's gross as fuck to pretend it isn't a big deal, or that they consented by being in public. they're literal children, they're there to see their father for the last few races of his career. their father, who has not consented to videos n pics of them being aired or posted online. that absolutely should be respected. if anyone is out here acting like "oh they shouldn't have gone if they didn't want to be seen" like come on have some respect. that's their dad he is retiring soon!! he deserves to have his family there without having to worry about this shit.

(i made the og post because a couple of my mutuals were getting anon hate for rbing it even though they deleted it the moment they realized seb didn't want it online. i myself only came across it once but scrolled past the second i realized it's seb's kids. i didn't see them, and i can't remember who reblogged it. i do know they took it down, though.)

bottom line is, you can love your fav driver without invading the privacy of his family. it absolutely IS a big deal, it's what he wants for his kids and he has every right to it. why are some blogs so insistent on their right to have a video clip of someone else's kids? that's weird. fuckin respect that he doesn't want this.

[imalsohisheartguard]

I'm gonna make a super angry post and then I'm gonna delete it, because I think, I'm not sure I'm a bit past my breaking point, and here no one knows me and no one will read so I'm gonna fuck shit up 😂 or I fucking swear I'm gonna fucking blow

My boss is a bitchy ass cunt and I don't know how to get away because I've got not mental support whatsoever and shit here are violent and toxic, and on top of it I have to go with her and the kids on holiday bc the husband can't take time off (well, he can, he just doesn't want to go on vacation with her and the kids)

My mom, she's alright but fuck me, she does have her own way to stress me the fuck out, the other day I said to her, that even tho when I was in school maths and physics and shit weren't my thing, when I'm watching scientists and astronomers I do actually understand what's happening. Her response was 'yeah very funny, buy you're not that smart' and then I was talking about something else and I couldn't remember Socrates for some reason and she goes 'but you're a genius, how could you forget that' ironically. I know she might be joking but, well, still.

My dad, ahh, stopped talking to him for four years, started talking to him last year, and he's starting the same shit that made me stop talking to him in the first place.

My brother, what a twat, backstabber, opportunist, just, fucking, yknow they say blood is thicker than water, what a load of bullshit.

And then friends, okay I can't say much on that, I really can't. But there's a specific one, who ruined friendship and the whole concept of trust and, like, I should have seen this coming when she started talking about gaslighting. But I was a needy idiot back then. Never too late kids. I respect people's issues, especially mental ones, but when they disrespect mine, they can fuck off. It works both fucking ways.

I can feel myself going, I can feel like, I'm more disconnected from reality bit by bit every day, and it's shitty because I actually enjoy it. Living in the world I made up. It's chaos there too, but it's because I chose it.

Like, this stupid gay vampires and the pirates and the single mom of six kids, and those dead idiots, are just, literally my escape, when I'm watching I'm in there, if I'm sad I forget it, if I'm upset angry, while the thing that's upsetting me is happening, all I can thing is when I can go on my phone and just see these to calm down

(sidenote, I live in a different country)