#~listen to your children Dame

[feraecor]

"Okay, Axsyl, Arinya, what do we say when Damian is being an uncontrollable horn dog?"

Cue sweet baby giggles!

"No, bad , no, Dame!"

"Daddy! Perwert!!"

/@soraeia

[microwavesaferat]

So Bruce now has several adult children that could very easily take up the cowl (and already have in some cases) but he doesn't seem to be retiring any time soon. So let's say he gets injured in the field, like Bane back-breaking stuff, and he is forced to retire. He wants one of his kids to take up the mantle. Not necessarily pretending to be him, but as the new Batman (like Terry McGinnus in Batman Beyond).

Issue is he doesn't know who the cowl should go to, so he calls a meeting. Everyone is sitting at a long table in the manor when Bruce discusses his sudden, but overdue, retirement.

Bruce: So now we come to the splitting of assets.

He places the cowl on the table in front of him.

Bruce: Figure it out yourself.

He gets up and leaves.

Expecting a fight to break out, he waits to listen at the door in case things get out of hand, lord knows he doesn't want a physical brawl over the cowl. He doesn't expect what happens next.

*silence*

Stephanie: Not it!

Tim: No way!

Dick: Been there, done that.

Damian: No.

Cass: no.

Babs: Already got a job.

Duke: Uh, I think I'm busy that day.

The only person who hasn't said anything is Jason

Dick: Looks like it's you Jay.

Jason: Fuck no, I figured killing people made me exempt already.

Bruce happily sheds a tear, knowing his raised his kids so that none of them want to follow in his footsteps.

After an all nighter where the kids argue over who should take the role

(notable points include:

Tim: I thought you were the 'Blood Son's Dames, it's your 'birthright' and all.

Damian: I plan to donate blood tomorrow.

Jason: Dick, you're the oldest, you take it.

Dick: No! Have you seen how good my ass looks in my current suit? A cape is gonna ruin that silhouette!

Stephanie: Why don't you want it Tim, you're already CEO of WE, why not become full Bruce?

Tim: *shudders* Ra's already is obsessed with me, if I become Batman, he won't leave me the fuck alone.

Eventually they call Bruce back in, having come to a decision. Bruce walks in, not sure who has taken it, but his bets are on either Cass, Dick or Damian. He looks up at the table to see:

Sitting at the head of the table, with the cowl over their face...

Bruce: Um... Alfred?

Dick: Yeah! He has the most experience out of all of us!

Duke: This also means we can keep doing our own things as well.

Jason can't stop laughing at Bruce's face.

Bruce: You're really playing along with this Alfred?

Alfred: I am the night Master Bruce.

Bruce: Real fun-

Alfred: I think you'll find that I am vengeance sir.

Bruce: Okay, I ge-

Alfred: I, young Master, Am Batman.

Bruce phones Kate who laughs in his face.

[reallyromealone]

Title: free days

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x male reader

Fandom: batman

Warnings: male reader, omegaverse, omega male reader, fluff, no heroes au, bat children are children, implied that they are (name)s bio kids

☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️

It was the ideal.

Giant alpha with a brooding expression and cold demeanour and peppy Omega who had enough conversation of six people, Bruce reading the morning paper as (name) enjoyed his breakfast sleepily in one of Bruce's shirts and a pair of boxers, both periodically taking sips of their drinks; Bruce a hot cup of black coffee and (name) a cup of (drink). "The zoo's snow leopards had cubs" Bruce mentioned casually, following the family "no bad news till after ten am" rule, (name) humming as he glanced to see the photo of the tiny cub "we should take the pups to see it" (name) mentioned, the Wayne family having donated a few million to help the conservation efforts the zoo was focused on.

"We can make arrangements, my darling" Bruce said to the other who beamed sleepily to his mate, Bruce feeling his heart warm at this.

The pups slowly piled in one by one, the smaller less formal dining area filled with sleepy littles, tweens and teens "Cassandra, stop stealing your brother's bacon" (name) said calmly as he stared off slightly, finally waking up a bit more as the pups ate their breakfast and Damian tried to copy how bruce are clumsily, the toddler absolutely fixated on Bruce these days "your lunches are on the counter in the kitchen, Dick remember that you are going to be accompanying your father today after school, Jason you are going out with your friends yes? I want you back home by 9:45--""ten?" "Get a good score on that test today and I'll consider it" "deal"

(Name) gave his kids their iteneraries as everyone ate and got ready for the day, little Damien and Helana letting their parents carry them to the nursery to be dressed for the day "alrighty little doves, let's get you in your outfits!" (Name) said to the two toddlers who let their parents dress them in clothes that they weren't worried would get messy, Damien in an adorable pair of shorts and a little shirt with a dog on it and Helena in a skort and a shirt that had Carmen Sandiego on it "you two ready?"

Today was their first class in martial arts, something all the children took as Bruce was consistently worried for their safety "they need to be able to defend themselves, what if we aren't there?!" He fretted behind closed doors, Damien looking excited and Helena bouncing as they and the rest of the family went to driveway "Tim, Jason behave or you drive with Alfred" and Alfred didn't get McDonald's before class, the two immediately stopping their nonsense as they followed Dick to his car and the others into the main family car, a town limo where the driver was ready for them. (Name) was thankful Damien kept his shoes on, sitting in his car seat separated from his sister with Cass between them "mama!" He yelled seriously "what is it dames?" "Oweo?" He asked almost confused and (name) tried not to laugh at the boys question "we can get Oreos after your lesson, yes"

Toddler martial arts was mainly just getting the little ones used to it, very clumsy and often times the little ones were more interested in their own feet than actually doing the lesson but it was a start "remember when dick was this little? He would only do anything if you held his hand?" (Name) said as they watched from the glass, little Damien and Helena practicing listening with the instructor and even learning the absolute basic stances, both excited to make noises and give wobbly little stances.

Bruce was happy when he could make time for his family, the tots passed out in their arms as they went to the limo "I'll be going to the office, prepare for the shadowing" Bruce gently kissed (name)s forehead and then lips as they smiled at one another "good luck" and with that they parted.

When night came, (name) was in bed reading a book when Bruce came in "how did it go?" (Name) asked as he blatantly watched Bruce undress into his boxers "it went well, he has been preparing for this since he was 11" Bruce walked to the bed and got in, moving (name) so he layed his chest against Bruce's as they smiled fondly at one another and gently kissed, (name)s hands gently holding into Bruce's sharp jaw as they enjoyed their time alone.

"I think I want another pup"

"Darling we have six children already"

"But baby?"

"Darling, the youngest two are just getting out of potty training"

"Fine" (name) playfully pouted as they cuddled, anyone outside the family would be intimidated by Bruce, though for his mate he was putty.

They weren't the perfect ideal of an alpha and omega but they were their ideal and that's all that mattered.

[mariacallous]

You seem wise. Any advice for avoiding doom scrolling and terrible coping mechanisms?

Yes - avoid most social media, first of all. I keep my accounts on places like facebook, twitter, instagram, bluesky but don't post hardly anything and at this point I only use the dm function for some people, and even then it's mostly memes and occasional updates. I don't read or repost anything on them from people I follow anymore, and I unfollowed a lot of accounts. I use tumblr primarily for a number of reasons, one of which is that I can do other fun stuff on here and see other fun stuff.

Disable push notifications for most of your apps, particularly news apps - choose a few that you really trust or rely on if you feel you need to, but otherwise limit the onslaught coming towards you.

Remember the stuff you do like and enjoy and re-embrace them. You like playing pokemon? Get back in and catch 'em all again. You're a fan of the Inspector Alleyn mysteries by Dame Nagio Marsh? Remember your favorites and re-read them, or see if there's new stories or series similar. Walking with children in nature? Go back out there and breathe the outdoors air, selecting your favorite walks or finding new paths.

Don't neglect yourself - make sure you eat enough as you're able to, sleep enough as you can, brush your teeth and shower regularly enough, listen to your favorite music. Spend time with your favorite people, and rebuild those connections if you need to.

Focus on what you can do - there are always some level of practical contribution anyone and everyone can make, and you can always level up to the next one if you're able and confident enough.

Don't think of yourself as being alone in this - don't isolate and separate.

[moviestarmartini]

comfort. - jude bellingham x reader

pairing: jude bellingham x latina!reader

wc: 747

summary: your boyfriend needs comforting after such a hard loss.

warnings: pre-established relationship, pure fluff, clingy!jude, both reader and jude are sad, spanish but! translation will be added at the end

A/N: LISTEN this is MY way of coping with this loss, i bawled my eyes out on thursday unfortunately but it is what it is. also this is for MI GENTE LATINO for the second time let's fucking go (i have two wips with regular readers but this one came out faster rip)

now playing . . . día de enero by shakira

The sound of the door made you stop everything you’d been doing in the kitchen so you could greet Jude at his arrival. The door closed silently, and just from watching the game in your living room, you knew what mood your boyfriend was going to arrive in.

“Mi amor,” You sighed, stretching your arms out to pull him in a hug. “You played spectacularly.” You praised quietly, a kiss pressed to his temple as he seemed to place his entire weight on top of you. He held onto you like a lifeline, stumbling back onto the couch and pulling you to his lap.

“It wasn’t enough.” His voice was filled with shame, and the sentiment was enough to not want to look you in the eyes. “I’m so tired, love. We all are. It’s hard.”

“I know.” You masked the pain, trying to avoid him noticing it in your tone. The love he had for the club was something you truly admired, and you understood his frustrations whenever things didn’t exactly go according to plan.

You two sat there for what seemed hours, holding each other close as consolation. “I was just making dinner, hm? Your favorite?” You tenderly brushed his brows into place, your hands staying in his cheekbones. But his reply was silence.

“You know what? Get ready for bed, I’ll make us some tea.” You noticed how he perked up at the mention of self-care, and you knew what you had to do. You practically had to shove him off to make your way to the kitchen, coming to realize he’d followed you like a wounded puppy searching for its owner.

“Ay pero Jude,” You whined with a laugh, his insistence to cling onto you made tasks difficult. “Dame dos minutitos, eh? I have to prepare everything.” With a hum, you took the kettle and served it on your respective mugs, letting the bags steep before adding milk.

Tea time went by as planned, slow sips being the only thing filling the air in the bedroom. You felt the soothing effects, so comfortable and cozy that you placed your mug away with a bit left at the bottom. “What’s on your mind?” You asked, upon finding Jude staring at you.

He set his now empty cup on the nightstand, turned off the lamp, and wiggled to get under the pink duvet, pushing a Snoopy pillow out of the way. You usually reprimand him for mistreating your ‘children’, but you knew it wasn’t the time. “Can you…” The question edged from the tip of his tongue. “…sing? That one Shakira song…” He breathed out, and you couldn’t help but smile. Your voice wasn’t the best, but it was enough to soothe a baby with a soft lullaby.

You nodded, lying down. It didn’t take Jude long to lay on your chest, an arm wrapping across your torso and pulling you close. You hummed the beginning, skipping over the first verses, as the next one expressed what you felt within the depths of your heart; what you knew he needed to hear.

“Y todo va a pasar, pronto verás el sol brillar.” You sang quietly, in almost a whisper. He’d heard you blasting that song a while ago, hearing you gush about the lyrics before he asked for a translation. Now, he listened to it every time he sought comfort. Your comfort. “Tu, más que nadie, mereces ser feliz.”

You sang that sentence with your whole chest, and you could feel him holding onto you for dear life. “Ya vas a ver, como van sanando poco a poco tus heridas. Ya vas a ver, como va la misma vida a decantar la sal que sobra en el mar.”

You hummed along the interlude, and you could feel the way his shoulders relaxed. “I love you, babe. Te amo.” He muttered, voice slightly muffled by his face buried in your torso.

You prayed he would hear your heart drumming, the only way you could truly communicate how he made you feel.

“I love you too.” You muttered, snuggling closer to him. “And I meant every single thing that song says. You deserve happiness more than anyone.” Your voice was low, intimate; just like the moment you were going through. Lights out, no noise; just the two of you seemed to occupy this plane of existence.

“You’re my happiness,” Jude muttered, and before you realized it, he’d fallen asleep– lulled by the rhythmic beating of your heart.

A/N: this song is so beautiful y'all :,) ALSO!! the "salt" here is not a literal translation; in latino cultures it's often a word used for bad luck.

[dragonbadgerbooks]

May Music Book Photo Challenge

As promised! Another book photo prompt challenge! This time, based around song titles!

The titles of the songs serve as the prompt. You are welcome to interpret them using just the title without knowing the song, using the lyrics, or using whatever your heart tells you will be best. If you'd like to listen to each song, I have compiled them into a Playlist on Spotify and each song is listed under the cut with its artist if you would prefer to look them up on another platform.

If you are curious where the songs came from, it's a combination of my most listened to songs over the last 12 months and the last 4 weeks, with a few newer favorites thrown in, then all shuffled together to create something new. I tried to use songs that I thought would also make good prompts and avoid songs that were just letters or seemed like bad prompts. But as always, they are open to interpretation and there's no wrong way to interpret them. You can also skip days or take multiple pictures if you want. I'm not your mom.

Note that several of these songs are explicit and some may be sad.

Looking forward to seeing what y'all do!

May 1: Crystalline by The Midnight May 2: Friends We Won't Forget by Brent Morgan May 3: Take the Reins by Vinny Marchi May 4: Green Green Grass by George Ezra May 5: Save You a Seat by Alex Warren May 6: Live Long Enough to become the Hero NateWantsToBattle May 7: Seasons of Love from Rent May 8: Out There from Hunchback of Notre Dame May 9: Wake Up by Llunr May 10: What We Live For by American Authors May 11: The Prophecy by Taylor Swift May 12: Labour by Paris Paloma May 13: Highland Girl by Nathan Evans May 14: Dandelions by Ruth B. May 15: Loser Baby from Hazbin Hotel May 16: Pulp Fiction by Motion City Soundtrack May 17: StopRewind by NateWantsToBattle May 18: Soldier Poet King by The Oh Hellos May 19: Dead on Arrival by Fall Out Boy May 20: Too Sweet by Hozier May 21: two by bbno$ May 22: Come Clean by Hilary Duff May 23: Uptown Girl by Billy Joel May 24: Everything is Alright by Motion City Soundtrack May 25: Caramel by Sleep Token May 26: Heather on the Hill by Nathan Evans May 27: I'm Just Ken from the Barbie Movie May 28: Would That I by Hozier May 29: No Children by the Mountain Goats May 30: Plead the Fifth by Cooper Alan May 31: Go Big or Go Home by American Authors

[best-movie-ever-tournament]

The Hunchback:

This whole production is amazing. But the musical aspects are so mind blowing. Every song goes harder than it needs to. Every character feels so flushed out despite the movie being marketed as a children's movie. Is it perfect? no, not as the most faithful adaptation or politically, but it does have very important and passionate messages

Not a perfect film but some of those songs some of those moments are absolutely splendid. It's the best opening song of the Disney Renaissance it goes so flipping hard

Newsies:

The one where Disney?? was on the side of striking workers?? An absolute gem and essential viewing for any red diaper babies in your life <3

You know it's good when your teacher plays it during the industrial revolution unit

do you hate capitalism and enjoy fun group numbers? then this is the show for you! featuring a flawed protagonist that is allowed to make mistakes and grow from them!

Listen to these freaking songs tell me I'm wrong look at young Christian Bale the freaking theater kid!

[rose-greenhouse]

Phoebus laughed at her dramatic entrance, loud, delighted, like he hadn't laughed like that in days.

“Not fashionably late, no. Just alarmingly efficient. Someone’s been reading too many ‘How to impress a captain’ scrolls.”

He raised an eyebrow, amused, but his gaze lingered on her just a little longer than teasing demanded. The way her borrowed clothes hung naturally on her frame, the quiet confidence in her stride - it was strange how quickly she was starting to feel like she belonged here.

He led her up the winding interior steps of Notre-Dame, arm brushing hers occasionally in the narrow stairwell. The higher they went, the louder the world fell away - just the sound of boots on stone and Phoebus occasionally pointing out the names etched into the walls.

They emerged onto the rooftop where the full stretch of Paris unfolded in the light of late afternoon. The breeze was soft, warm.

“Here,” he said, stepping aside with a dramatic sweep of his hand, “your first official welcome to the clouds. Don’t let the gargoyles bite.”

Several of the stone figures perched along the edges seemed to leer knowingly, tongues sticking out or eyes bulging. One had a chipped nose that Phoebus tapped fondly.

“This one’s my favorite. I named him Troublemaker. Looks like he’s judging me constantly.”

Below them, the plaza was alive. Children running, merchants shouting, doves scattering into the air. But inside the cathedral, candlelight flickered through the stained-glass windows.

“They’re preparing a sermon,” he said, glancing toward the rose window. “Nothing unusual. Just the usual pageantry. Choirs warming up, some clergymen scurrying about. Could be for a visiting bishop or… something.” He frowned briefly. “Though I haven’t heard any official announcement.”

Behind them, unseen by the pair, a figure stood tucked within a shadowed arch, partially obscured by the stonework and bells. It was the woman Phoebus had mentioned days ago. She wore black still, her hands folded, expression unreadable. Her eyes tracked them silently for a moment before she disappeared back into the stairwell like mist withdrawing from sun-warmed stone.

Phoebus turned back to Ariana, smiling again, but with a curious look in his eyes.

“You know… I’m starting to think you’re good luck. Every time I talk to you, the world seems a little less heavy.”

He offered her a seat near the edge, where the warm stone made a good resting place. He lowered himself beside her.

“And for the record, you wear historically accurate incredibly well. I was going to say something when you walked up, but you distracted me by not tripping over your own feet. That was impressive too.”

He leaned back on his hands, letting the breeze tousle his hair.

“So tell me. What does a scholar do, when she’s not sleeping in libraries or speed-walking through time?”

His tone was playful, but there was genuine interest tucked beneath it. He wanted to know.

aria's notes: i honest to god don't know how to feel about phoebus doubles so if any phoebus doubles see this, please don't interact for your peace of mind. okay.. now alex, please the show under cut

ariana let out a short laugh at phoebus's attempt at a flirt ("was it a flirt?" she thought with an inward shrug) and followed him into the building. up the winding staircase by his side, she took the time to examine, more like admire, the historic building and its unspoken tales woven in the walls. she would sometimes nod at phoebus's small lessons about the names etched into the walls, a hum of interested acknowledgment escaping her lips.

when they emerged onto the rooftop, a soft, warm breeze zipped past her, bringing her a light sense of relief. she chuckled with amusement at phoebus's dramatic introduction to one of the gargoyles. honestly, she's more entertained than him at this point, which is saying a lot. a nod occurred when she listened to phoebus explain what was happening inside the cathedral, her gaze lingering on the chaos longer than she intended before meeting his gaze with a smile of her own.

and somehow, in the back of her mind, she felt a pair of eyes on the two of them but by the time she looked back, that person was gone... she just turned her attention back to phoebus.

"me? good luck?" she asked, her tone lighthearted and with friendly warmth. "you flatter me, captain. but i suppose i have this charm if you feel that relaxed with me."

she took her seat beside him, her gaze warm and stead. she knew the question of "what do you do in your spare time" would come up. and she knew she had to lie (which, she had no choice but whatever.)

"well, i spent my first-ish day at the library so i didn't get the chance to explore yet," she responded thoughtfully.

[blackcatsandlockets]

About me (last updated: July 2025) 🐈

Coucou! My name is Bianca (she/they), and I'm 22 years old.

I am:

🥀 daughter of Hades

🥀 French, Italian and Korean

🥀 genderfluid

🥀 history student

🥀 Horned Serpent

🥀 INTJ 4w5

🥀 neurodivergent (ADHD, ARFID, autism, C-PTSD and OCD)

🥀 Ombrelune

🥀 Slytherin

🥀 star girl

Kins:

🌑 Félix Fathom

🌑 Nico di Angelo

🌑 Regulus Black

Fandoms:

🪐 Disney

🪐 Harry Potter

🪐 Les Misérables

🪐 Marauders

🪐 Miraculous

🪐 Percy Jackson

🪐 Wednesday

My favourites:

☕️ animal: black cat

☕️ author: Victor Hugo

☕️ book: Les Misérables

☕️ classical piece: Salut d'Amour

☕️ colour: black

☕️ Disney characters: Alice and Marie

☕️ dog breed: corgi

☕️ drink: black tea

☕️ films: The Collini Case, Darkest Hour and The King's Speech

☕️ flower: lily of the valley

☕️ food: sushi

☕️ gemstone: amethyst

☕️ Golden Trio era character: Luna Lovegood

☕️ Harry Potter next gen character: Scorpius Malfoy

☕️ historical figure: Winston Churchill

☕️ kwami: cat

☕️ planet: Uranus

☕️ Sanrio character: Kuromi

☕️ season: winter

Q&A:

Q: What's your sexuality?

A: I'm aroace, with little romantic attraction to men and little sexual attraction to men and women, so I also identify as bisexual.

Q: What are your hobbies?

A: I listen to music, play the piano, read, sing, write, and obviously create content for social media. I would love to re-learn ballet and figure skating though, I did them when I was a kid but would love to explore them again.

Q: What kind of music do you listen to?

A: Mostly either Disney or musicals - I know the Les Misérables and The Hunchback of Notre-Dame soundtracks by heart. I also listen to classical, opera/operatic pop, and old pop (like ABBA or The Beatles, I literally know most of their songs, I'm not joking).

Q: What kind of weather do you like?

A: Sunny when I'm outdoors but cloudy/rainy when I'm indoors. Snow is always good. In general, I prefer the cold over the heat.

Q: How do you take your tea?

A: English breakfast tea with one sugar packet.

Q: What do you see yourself doing in the future?

A: I'm a history major with a political science minor, so I'll most likely work at a museum or become a writer, since I have experience in writing. But it would also be really fun to be a voice actress or work at the Harry Potter studio.

Q: What's on your wish list?

A: A dollhouse for my calico critters, a Duusu plushie, a Marie charm from Pandora, and platinum blonde skunk streaks in my hair.

Q: What superpower would you want to have?

A: Teleportation. So that I could transport to classes from home and travel whenever and wherever I want.

Q: If you had to be sorted into a Hogwarts house other than Slytherin, where would you be sorted into?

A: Gryffindor or Ravenclaw.

Q: What's your fatal flaw?

A: Pride.

Q: If you merged the ladybug and cat miraculouses, what would you wish for?

A: In the words of Argos: "a better world, a free world, where no one will be under anyone's control anymore, where no one will be excluded like I was."

Q: Who is a woman you admire?

A: Princess Alice of Battenberg. She was deaf but learned to speak several languages, and helped Jewish refugees escape during the Holocaust.

Q: Favourite country that's not France, Italy or South Korea?

A: The United Kingdom. I especially love London - I'll be there for a week later this month and I'm hoping to live there after I graduate.

Q: What would you want to be named if you were a man?

A: Adrien. It means "dark," which I feel like suits me.

Q: Would you like to have any children in the future? Do you have a gender preference? If so, what would you like to name them?

A: I would love to, even though I'm still in the process of healing from some of my parents' abuse and neglect. I also don't want to get pregnant, so I hope to end up with a female/AFAB partner who's willing to get pregnant or consider adoption or surrogacy.

I want a daughter AND a son: I picked out the names Amélie Estelle and Félix Marius. Actually, I'm okay with my partner naming our daughter, but I REFUSE to give up on the name Félix for our son. But of course, I'll support my children if they end up identifying as transgender and/or choose to go by another name.

Q: What do you look for in a significant other?

A: I'd prefer someone who's more different from me than similar: Gryffindor or Hufflepuff, Cabin 7, with Alice Fortescue/James Potter/Will Solace vibes.

I also think that having the same hobbies/interests is nice, but I wouldn't mind someone who likes different things, as long as they also like some of the other things I like. After all, I would still want some alone time even when I'm in a relationship.

I do, however, think that having the same values is very important for a lasting relationship, especially since I care a lot about human rights.

Hypothetically, I think blondes are gorgeous, but I usually fall for brunettes (especially men who look like Barty Crouch Jr.). But I'm honestly not picky about looks - I care more about overall vibes, personality, and values.

DNI:

⚔️ ableists

⚔️ antisemites

⚔️ Chloé Bourgeois apologists

⚔️ conservatives/Trump supporters

⚔️ creeps

⚔️ Félix Fathom haters

⚔️ homophobes

⚔️ misogynists

⚔️ racists

⚔️ Regulus Black haters

⚔️ TERFs/transphobes

Social media:

♟️ Instagram

♟️ TikTok

[pulpman2]

Ellen’s New Acquaintance

The bald man was filled with a homicidal fury. He had already flung Ellen Harvey, PI, against the wall of the dingy apartment to where she had tracked him as she cautiously entered the room. Ellen, no shrinking violet and an expert in jiu-jitsu, was nonetheless completely unprepared for the ferocity of the burly man’s attack. As she felt blood begin to flow from the slight cut on her forehead, Kane followed up his surprise assault and seized Ellen by the neck and forced her entire body against the wall. Desperately, the brunette clawed at her attacker’s muscular arm with her right hand, grabbing his wrist but nothing could restrain the strength of the enraged man’s fury. Through the corner of her eye the alarmed woman could see Kane also had a lethal-looking screwdriver clutched in his fist, aimed directly at Ellen’s face. “Who sent you, b***h?” the fugitive gangster demanded.

Ellen began a choking reply. Kane frowned, the red hatred of his anger seeming to dissipate slightly and he loosened his grip a little on the woman’s neck. “No one sent me,” she gasped, “I came to warn you…” Kane’s frown deepened. “Warn me?” he repeated. “A dame wants to warn me? Warn me about what?” Ellen gazed appealingly at the man, her green/brown eyes shining, “Mr Kane,” she told him huskily, “you are in danger…” Suddenly the grip on her neck tightened again. “Stop playing games!” he yelled at her. “Danger from who? Big Louie? Those crooked downtown cops? Who?” Ellen, smiling weakly replied faintly: “Not who, but what…” Kane’s brows furrowed dimly.

At that moment Ellen’s nyloned right knee shot out and connected as hard as the female detective could manage with Kane’s groin. The man doubled up immediately with a grunt, the screwdriver falling from his hand allowing Ellen to follow up with a hard punch to her assailant’s nose. He collapsed to the ground, choking in shock and pain. Ellen, breathing hard, stepped over the gangster’s writhing form, strode to his wardrobe and pulled out a shirt which she began to tear into strips. “I was trying to warn you you would be in danger of never being able to have children again if you didn’t let go of me pronto.” she told him matter-of-factly. “Why don’t men ever listen?” Then Ellen knelt next to the stricken man and pulled his arms behind his back in order to tie him up. “Ellen Harvey, private investigator and honorary police detective with the Chicago PD, Mr Kane,” she said as she bound the still gasping man, “pleased to make your acquaintance.”

My interpretation of the story behind the cover to The Dame Dies Twice by Robert Leslie Bellem, Speed Detective #2 (February 1943)

[khr-guilded-cage]

Yuka made it a point to publicly, and loudly, deny Reborn the credit or authority he sought as her supposed "tutor." Whether speaking to allies, subordinates, or even enemies, she refused to acknowledge him as anything more than an unwanted handler.

“Satsuki-sensei is my real teacher,” she would declare with a sharp smirk, every word cutting into Reborn’s pride. “The hitman? He’s a pathetic excuse for a tutor. Abusing children isn’t teaching—it’s just sadism with a fancy title.”

Reborn’s reputation as the famed tutor of the Decimo began to crumble. No matter how many tests he orchestrated or plans he devised, Yuka would always give the credit to her countless victory to Satsuki. Her allies quickly fell in line with her narrative, seeing Reborn not as a trusted mentor, but as an arrogant outsider clinging to a role he’d already lost.

Even when Dino, once Reborn’s own student, attempted to bridge the gap, Yuka shut him down with a sneer:

“Reborn isn’t my teacher, and he never was. Satsuki-sensei earned that title, not by force, but by respect. The hitman can keep his guns and ego—he’s not worth acknowledging.”

When Reborn tried to insist otherwise, Yuka’s defiance only sharpened.

“Dame-Sawada, don’t correct me,” he said, gun cocking loudly.

Yuka shrugged, her tone light but mocking. “I’ll talk to you however I want, little bastard. You’re not someone I respect, let alone listen to. Satsuki-sensei teaches me everything I need to know. You? You’re just a pest I’ll deal with when the time comes.”

Every time Yuka introduced herself or spoke to allies, she reinforced the narrative: Satsuki was her mentor, her guide, and the one she trusted. Reborn, in her eyes, was nothing but a nuisance, an obstacle she would eventually crush.

“I was taught by the best,” she declared before a crowd of underbosses and allies, her voice carrying with unwavering conviction. “My real teacher, Kuroi Yami no Satsuki, is the reason I’ll rise to power. The hitman Reborn? He’s small as a parasite, clinging to a title that doesn’t belong to him.”

Reborn, with all his pride and persistence, couldn’t overpower her words. The credit, control and prestige he sought as the tutor of the future Decimo slipped further out of reach with every insult, every claim Yuka made in Satsuki’s favor. His smirks grew tighter, his patience thinner, as Yuka’s rebellion chipped away at his authority.

The title of “Decimo’s Tutor” was meaningless if said Decimo denied it so much even the Allied Dons are demanding Nono's answers for his lies.

Soon, Yuka regained her title of Red-Blooded-Eyed Demon, a name whispered in fear and awe across the underworld. Her power grew, and with it, the rumors about her "tutor" spread like wildfire.

It wasn’t long before word spread that Yuka had been trained not by Reborn, as the Vongola had claimed, but by someone far more dangerous, far more skilled. She wasn’t some civilian lost cause Tsuna had once been; but a skilled fighter. The whispers of this mysterious master 'Kuroi Yami no Satsuki' grew louder, and Yuka’s status as a powerful and talented Sky was cemented, while Reborn’s position as her tutor crumbled.

The future Donna herself made it clear. With every encounter, she dismissed Reborn’s efforts to claim any credit for her abilities, while introducing Satsuki as her "real teacher," mocking Reborn’s failed attempts at tutoring her.

Yuka smiled at the hitman with coldness and bitterness. "You abused a child and used him as toy, put my friend in danger for your own amusement, threatend innocent people...if you genuine think our relationship will be anything but hostile, if you believe I wont have you killed the moment I get any power....you are delusional as any of the Vongola Guardians."

When people mocked him, they learned quickly that mocking Reborn came with consequences. His anger was swift and deadly. But deep down, the humiliation stung. Uchiha Yuka’s rise to glory only pushed him further into the background.

Reborn was left angry and petty.

His pride wouldn’t let it go.

[baggebythesea]

Princess Glimmer and the Day of Many Choices: Perfuma falls victim to hubris (31/?)

"Now we can finally get things done," Perfuma said with a content smile

"You have access to the power of the Heart of Etheria?" Shadow Weaver asked, a hungry edge to her voice.

"I do indeed," Perfumas said, and for a short moment First One's writing could be seen in her skin.

"And now you will destroy the Archnidian princess?" Shadow Weaver hopefully asked.

"Destroy?" Perfuma sniffed. "Why would I ever want to do that."

"Because she's currently attacking your romantic partner," Shadow Weaver pointed out. "Isn't that usually something that gets you princesses a bit miffed?"

"It's a tragedy when parents try to keep their children down," Perfuma agreed. She smiled, a confident smile. "Fortunately, it's a tragedy I can do something about, now."

"Mooooom," Scorpia wined, barely ducking a bolt of electricity from the older scorpion woman.

"Useless brat!" Scorptra yelled at her daughter. "I will teach you as lesson…"

Her voice trailed off as a gloved hand blocked the lighting bolt, as easily as if it had been a jet of water from a squirt gun.

"Violence is not a good motivator for children," Perfuma said with cold voice. "And Scorpia is a grown woman who is allowed to live her life as she please."

"BEGONE!" Scorpa's mother yelled. "Go back to Plumeria, little princess. Once I've beaten my daughter in shape, I'll make sure she conquers your home once and for all."Perfuma dressed in her noir dame evening wear from the episode Perils of Peekablue,

"But mom," Scorpia mumbled, looking at her claws. "I don't want to conquer anything. I just want everyone to be happy."

"SILENCE!" Scorptra yelled and unleashed another bolt of electricity, causing Scorpia to flinch.

"D'awwww, I'm just an old softie," Shadow Weaver lied. "Good parenting always makes me cry."

"Silence," Perfuma said over her shoulder. She returned her attention to the Scorpion women. "You can't coerce your daughter, least of all with violence."

"Yes I can," Scorptra said in surprise. "Why wouldn't I."

"You can't punish your child just because she doesn't conform to your perfect idea of her" Perfuma said, tone of voice more sharp.

"Of course I can," Scorptra said with Shadow Weaver nodding agree. "And I will do so until she does as she's told."

"Um, I won't do that, actually," Scorpia shyly said. "I know you're my mom and all, but I love Perfuma and I want to…"

"NO DAUGHTER OF MINE DATES A PLUMERIAN!" Scorptra yelled and threw a piece of debris large as a tank towards her daughter, causing Scorpia to hind behind her claws.

A plant tendril grew out of nowhere and grabbed the projectile, harmlessly putting it down.

"No," Perfuma said.

"YOU DON'T TELL ME HOW TO…" Scorptra begun, picking up another piece and throwing it right towards Perfuma. Again it was plucked from the air by a plant tendril, leaving Perfuma unharmed.

"No," she said again, cold and collected, walking closer.

"I'LL…" Scorptra begun, but before she had time to finish the sentence, she was wrapped in plant tendrils, completely unable to move as Perfuma closed the distance between them.

"You will listen," Perfuma said. "You may think your actions are justified by the potential good them will do your child, but that sort of thinking is actively harming the real foundation for a good mother/daughter relationship."

"I DON'T…" Scorptra begun, but a plant tendril clamped her mouth shut.

"I am not done," Perfuma went on. "Your child is not your property or investment to manage - it's a person. One of the most important persons in your life. And you are - potentially - one of the most important in her. You are not a manager. You are not an owner. You are a parent. Your job is not to coerce or control, even for what you think is Scorpia's best. Your job is to support. To encourage. To support growth." She smiled. "To love."

Scorptra had stopped struggling and was staring at Perfuma with wide eyes. Scorpia was also watching, mouth open.

"That you have been denied to be part of Scorpia's upbringing is cruel," Perfuma went on, giving Shadow Weaver a hard look. "But you have been given a chance now to reconnect. To forge a new kind of bond. That chance is entirely contingent on you approaching your daughter with respect. With an ironclad acceptance of her integrity. Then, and only then, can you build bridges. Then, and only then, can you and your daughter get the loving relationship you deserve."

Perfuma did a little gesture, and the vines that held Scorptra shrunk away. She looked Scorpia's mother in the eyes.

"Also, if you ever as much as think of hurting Scorpia, I will use you as fertiliser," she hissed.

"Scorpia!" Scorptra said, voice brimming with emotions. "Here I thought you were weak and useless, but then I found that you have submitted to a partner of superior strength. I can't imagine anything more romantic than that."

"Um, gosh, thanks, I guess…" Scorpia said, obviously very conflicted about how to feel.

"It's a start," Perfuma smugly said - body language and tone of voice not in any way denying the 'superior in strength' label. "I will leave the two of you to catch up while I sort out any other little hiccup that might need a helping hand."

She walked towards the door where Shadow Weaver watched her in silence, arms crossed.

"What?" Perfuma said, eyebrow raised.

"You can't be serious," Shadow Weaver said, clearly rolling her eyes behind her mask.

"And why wouldn't I be?" Perfuma primly asked, while behind them Scorpia and her mother awkwardly hugged.

"Because 'love' is a story told to little girls," Shadow Weaver said. "And you are a queen now. High time to leave the stories behind."

Perfuma gave her a disgruntled look, but quickly collected herself.

"I should not be surprised that you think of love in that way," she said in a superior manner.

"Meaning?" Shadow Weaver said.

"Meaning that love is built on the foundation of trust," Perfuma said. "Something you have shown preciously little of."

"'Trust'" is just another word for 'power balance'," Shadow Weaver replied, "something you'll find I have plenty of experience with.

"Trust is the opposite of power balance, actually" Perfuma shot back. "It's about moving outside of your zone of control. It's about willingly giving up power to others."

"Every time I've done so, it's ended badly," Shadow Weaver said, not completely able to hide her voice growing sharper. "Fatally, most of the time."

"Yes," Perfuma said with serene voice. "Trust and love takes work. Sometimes you get burned. Sometimes you have to build yourself up again. But here's the thing, Shadow Weaver."

"Yes?" Shadow Weaver said, despite herself listening carefully to every word.

"It's still worth it," Perfuma serenely said.

"Really?" Shadow Weaver asked, scorn dripping from her voice.

"Really," Perfuma confirmed.

"You think the 'power of love' could have defeated someone like Horde Prime?" Shadow Weaver scoffed.

"It did, quite famously," Perfuma retorted with a mischievous smile.

"I think you will find it was the magic of the Heart of Etheria that did the trick," Shadow Weaver drily commented.

"Unlocked, directed, facilitated and ultimately created by love," Perfuma immediately answered.

"You are really sure of this little thesis of yours," Shadow Weaver said, voice intrigued.

"Is there any reason I shouldn't be?" Perfuma asked.

"Care to put your conviction to the test?" Shadow Weaver hissed.

"What did you have in mind?" Perfuma asked.

"A little wager…" Shadow Weaver answered. "That whatever we find in Hordak's inner sanctum can't be solved by love."

"And what are we betting?" Perfuma confidently asked.

"If I win, you will grant me your powers," Shadow Weaver hissed.

"And if I win?" Perfuma asked, voice shivering slightly.

"I will admit that I was wrong," Shadow Weaver smoothly said. "That your philosophy is surperior to mine. That love really is the stronger force."

"Deal," Perfuma smirked.

They shook hands.

They entered Hordak's inner sanctum, where Glimmer, Adora and Catra had gone before them.

Perfuma drew in a sharp breath.

The portal was active, flickering with cold light. Catra and Adora huddled together, trembling in fear, with Glimmer standing protectively in front of them, both hands holding a pink force shield, her face a frozen mask of terror.

Framed by the portal stood a single person. A woman.

"Ah," Shadow Weaver said, not entirely able to keep the fear out of her voice. "That's who opened the portal. If you insist on solving this issue with 'the power of love', I suggest you do so quickly."

"Why, hello mommy," the woman by the portal hissed. "Į̶̢͈͎͖͌̊̊̍͐'̸̤̘̞̜̉̅̎͑̀ͅm̸̧̛͓̭̼̲̋̓͑͂ ̶̡̘̩̠̠̈͊͐̃͌ʜ̸̧͈̜̮͓̔̔̊̂̓ỏ̷̧̺̩͇̾̀͗͘ͅm̶̧̻̖̼̩̀̋̔̀̊ǝ̸̞̤̩̳̲̃́͊̈́̕.̸̝̯̪̮̔͆̿͆̕͜ "

Part 30 is here: https://www.tumblr.com/baggebythesea/726417163488018432/princess-glimmer-and-the-day-of-many-choices

[merthwyn]

The God of the outcasts

I would like to talk a bit about the song "God help the outcasts" from the movie "The Hunchback of Notre Dame". I loved this song since I was a child. The music, the graphics, the emotion that Esmeralda showed while singing it touched my heart. However, I never actually paid attention to the lyrics up until now. And the lyrics of a secular song talk about an issue that the majority of Christians either avoid to talk about, or ignore it's existence, or worse, despise it. If they talk about any outcast, it will either be generalisations about the needy of this world or about "certain groups" promoted by the regime and only for their own merit (a.k.a. to be admired by others).

But, who talks about the outcasts that live next door or sit right next to them at church? Who cares about those crying silently at the back of their church because they suffer from mental illnesses or fight with cancer or recently lost a child? Especially if their grief and agony is expressed in an "unacceptable way" or "lasts for too long"? They only say some Christianese to them and deep inside they wish they didn't express their pain because "they are not a good example of witnessing to visitors" and they destroy the whole happy clappy and positive example of a Christian that is preached and promoted at our church. "In our church I only see happy, positive and smiling people. Don't you think that you ruin the character of the church community with your misery? Maybe it's better for you to stay home and stop and think of whether it's your weak faith that causes this misery to you. I'll pray for you brother/sister". And then the happy faces "glorify God" for their wealth and achievements and the influence they have to non-Christians, and "thank Him" for not making them weak and miserable like those second rate Christians at the back of their church. Exactly like the Pharisee from the parable of the Pharisee and the tax collector.

Now, let's see the actual lyrics of the song:

I don't know if You can hear me Or if You're even there

How many people, even Christians reach a point where they cry to God wondering whether He's still here or He has abandoned them like everyone else?

I don't know if You would listen To a gypsy's prayer

The "church family" and the preachers said it themselves after all. God doesn't bother with the weak ones. They are defective products to Him.

Yes, I know I'm just an outcast I shouldn't speak to You

Having internalised all these "loving" sermons and advices from the Christian "family", they now believe it themselves that they have no right to talk to God and burden Him with their abominative weakness.

Still, I see Your face and wonder Were You once an outcast, too?

And yet, in all this misery and agony, in all these certainty that God is indeed what the Church "family" preaches, they still have the "audacity" to remind God that Jesus was also an outcast and a "troublemaker" who ruined the spotless character of the Church.

God help the outcasts Hungry from birth Show them the mercy They don't find on earth God help my people We look to You, still God help the outcasts Or nobody will

The outcasts of the Church, the Christians of dispersion, the lonely, the sick the mentally ill, the "not-good-enoughs" cry to God asking Him to not hide His face from them like everyone else did. They cry for help. Actually, they DARE to cry for help.

Parishioners: I ask for wealth I ask for fame I ask for glory to shine on my name I ask for love I can possess I ask for God and His angels to bless me

Esmeralda: I ask for nothing I can get by But I know so many Less lucky than I Please help my people The poor and downtrod I thought we all were The children of God God help the outcasts Children of God

And then you have the above dialogue.

On one side, the church "family". The happy people, the successful ones, those who are doing great things for themselves in the name of God and fill the church with butts of new believers. Those who ask for glory in Jesus name. The Pharisees.

One the other hand, the outcasts. The abominations. Those who not only have achieved nothing but they even "block" the expansion of the Kingdom by daring to be "miserable". Those who don't care for fame or materials or glory. Those who only ask for the love and the mercy they never had. Those who dare to call themselves "children of God". The tax collectors.

This secular song written for children manages to expose the Church's hypocrisy, spiritual abuse and false doctrines. This secular song written for children manages to preach what the Church repetitively and triumphantly fails to preach. That God is indeed the God of the outcasts and hears their cries and despair.

[m34gs]

You asked me earlier and now I want to aks you! What are your top five favourite scenes (main plot, event, etc) from Twisted Wonderland?

Hi friend! Thank you so much for this ask, I'm happy to share my answers as well 🥰💜 Sorry I took so long, I was waiting for my day off and then I had to think about it quite a bit because there's some really really good scenes that I love in a lot of the game! But I think I have it narrowed down! (for the sake of simplicity, I did NOT include vignettes, and I haven't played all that is available for Book 7 yet so I didn't include it either)

Let's count it down!!!

5: Book 6, when Crewel is helping manage the infirmary after STYX attacks the campus. For obvious reasons, you know. (And for those who don't know, it's because I'm crushing on Crewel real hard and I find a man taking care of others, especially when he's taking care of kids, incredibly hot)

4: Book 3, when Jade and Floyd go to comfort Azul after his overblot. I just love those three so much. Book 3 is my second-favourite (current fave being book 6 because IDIA MY SON) and their friendship just makes my heart melt so much. Also, one of the major scenes that cemented me shipping Jade and Azul together, because of the level of concern that seemed to come across from Jade in that scene. I just loved it.

3: Glorious Masquerade event, when Idia confronts Rollo Flamme. Ugh, it hurt my heart so much. And I could feel Idia reliving his own pain while he was talking to Rollo. I just about started crying. It was so emotional. Also, I just adored that entire event because, as you know friend, The Hunchback of Notre Dame is one of my absolute favourite Disney films. The art and the music are amazing. I really think this event did justice to both the animation and the soundtrack of the original film. I truly loved it so much.

2: Book 4, when Yuu and Grim fall into the Octavinelle dorm while running from Scarabia. Listen, I absolutely *love* when a character goes to someone they helped in the past, desperate and scared, and that person reacts like "who scared you :) I just wanna *talk*". And that is *exactly* what happened in that scene. You cannot convince me otherwise. It was so beautiful. I was giggling so much.

Honourable mentions: Book 5 Malleus reveal for Yuu (and the reveal to the other cast of Yuu's nickname for him); Book 6 Rook, Epel, and Yuu finding the Island of Woe and confusing the shit out of Idia; Book 3 finding out Yuu and Grim stayed up all night to scream outside Leona's door until he caved in and agreed to help them; Book 3 reveal of the twins' eel forms; Phantom Bride event Idia getting fucking kidnapped; Book 6 Rook and Vil revealing how they met and sounding exactly like a married couple telling their children how they fell in love; Wish Upon a Star event Idia showing up because he wants Ortho to be happy.

1: And the number one spot goes to: BOOK 6 IDIA'S OVERBLOT. Ok, I know, this scene isn't happy. And his overblot extends for more than just a scene, it's a pretty significant chunk of the story in Book 6, but still. If it isn't fucking cathartic. I live for that shit. I could feel his heartache. I find I identify a lot with Idia's desire to protect and care for his younger brother. Finding out what happened to him, and finding out where his brother was tugged at my heart so much. Seeing him basically descend into madness for the sake of his brother? Relatable. 10/10 I would do the same for either of my siblings. If they were trapped in basically hell and wanted to unleash destruction on the world? Who am I to say no??? So I get it. Plus, I really enjoy the overblot designs. I think they're so pretty, and I love Idia's. Also, I just love the imagery of him opening Tartarus. Of him falling into it. This is my personal bias but I think the inky overblot style looks the best on his colour palette 💜

Hope my answers satisfied your curiousity, my friend!

[donotbelasagne]

14, 16, 19, 20, 21, 22, 26, 30, 39, 48 💐 ya know, just a few questions I chose :3

Just a few 😭

14. Something I like about my body

I like my hands. They do useful things (write, play piano, squeeze the life out of my enemies, draw) and they look quite cool :)

16. Something I like about my personality

I've recently learned to care less about what people think and I think it's made me a more pleasant person to be around (less socially anxious, still socially awkward though)

19. My favorite book

Damn, a year ago I would've said Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman, but now it just makes me feel bad whenever I think about it >:(

I really liked The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune (and also other books he's written), so I'll go with that for now :)

20. My favorite movie

I'm so bad at favourites, cause I either have no strong opinion about things or love lots of things, it also depends heavily on my mood.

Today I'm feeling... Nightmare Before Christmas.

21. My favorite food

Answered before, have some more:

Lentils (not like, uncooked naked lentils... A meal I've come to call Lentils)

Spanakopita (occasionally my work does it for lunch and it's always a good day when they do)

Banana bread (:

22. My favorite drink

Im a simple guy. I love a black current squash. Rarely a day I don't want a nice black current squash.

Hot drink of choice: hot chocolate :)

26. A fictional character I relate to

Your mother :))

(Already answered)

30. My best birthday

I... Don't know. All my birthdays feel a bit bleak in my memory. Every year since I was about ?? 16 I think, I've had a panick attack on or around my birthday because I hate being reminded I'm getting older without achieving anything important, and every year it gets worse because every year I get older and still haven't achieved anything and aaaaaaaa

39. My favorite song.

Hehehe let's do some more shameless self promotion

All jokes aside, this is - again - fucking difficult because it depends so much in my mood.

Currently I'm listening a lot to:

Inertia - AJR

Notre Dame - Paris Paloma

Dead Man Walking (Overture II) - Black Veil Brides

48. Something I want to do before I die

Live lmao

I'd love to do more acting and more making music and taking pictures and making friends and living life how I want it

And make a difference to the world.

[damelucyjo]

Thanks for the tag @modern-day-classic 💛

rules: shuffle your “on repeat" playlist & post the first 10 tracks and tag 10 people

This is my 'every day' playlist (59hr 13m) that has a bit of everything in it, so this should be fun!

Leather and Lace - Stevie Nicks & Don Henley

Drift Away - Dobie Gray

Love Is A Battlefield - Pat Benatar

Take Another Little Piece Of My Heart - Dusty Springfield

Let's Face The Music - Ella Fitzgerald

bitches broken hearts - Billie Eilish

Slipping Through My Fingers - Mazz Murray

Work Song - Hozier

Fantasy - Mariah Carey

You Send Me - Sam Cooke

And I decided to do my 'musical' playlist (15hr 31m) as it's another one I listen to most;

Cabaret - Natasha Richardson & Alan Cumming (Cabaret)

Bad Idea - Sara Bareilles & Jason Mraz (Waitress)

The Sady Dame From Saville - Julie Andrews (Victor/Victoria)

Show Yourself - Idina Menzel & Evan Rachel Wood (Frozen 2)

What A Dog/He's A Tramp - Peggy Lee (Lady & The Tramp)

Memory - Hannah Waddingham (Cats)

Revolting Children - Matilda the Musical Original Cast (Matilda)

Hundreds of Stories - Olga Merediz & Lin Manuel Miranda (In The Heights)

Big Girls Don't Cry - Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons (Jersey Boys)

Legal Assassin - Anthony Stewart Head (Repo! The Genetic Opera)

Tagging (if you want to, that is): @waddingham @broadwayfreak5357 @chainofclovers @rahleeyah @kinkbycandlelight-blog @writtenndust @sunflowerromcom @chiefofmilfs @sarahtarth @owlsie-hoot