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artistheworld · 6 months
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@qeelovestea @diona-98 @ofthefrogs @kredena-dark @buny1
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dlea203 · 1 year
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Family Chaos for the wip tag game👀👀
Good choice @coraphoenix ☺️💗! It's a story trope that I've been meaning to explore for a while and there are already quite a few paragraphs written, but it's nowhere near finished yet😅! And there's another (big) problem... it's not translated😬😔😅!
BUT luckily, I tried to translate a section of the story with Deepl once, to test out how good it works, so I can give you that. I hope you enjoy☺️!
Inevitably, her eyes wandered down to her belly.
She had always wanted a family of her own, even if you might not expect it from her at first. After all, she had become an aviator for the Navy, which was not exactly a very "family-friendly" job. But Natasha had always dreamed of having her own family one day, already as a young girl.
One day…
Not at the age of 32, after a six-month relationship and on her way to the zenith of her career…
But that was exactly the situation she found herself in. Her mind wandered to the same place it had in the bathroom a few hours ago. She and Jake had been together for six months. Whether this relationship would even last was just beginning to emerge. Natasha knew she loved him very much. More than all the men combined she had ever been in a relationship with before. He had stolen her heart with his Texas charm and hadn't given it back since. But charm and physical attraction were not enough for a relationship. Especially not for a responsibility of the magnitude of a common child.
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Because this is a translation of the original text, I'll add the original text too. I know most of you won't understand it, but maybe you have a better translation program than Deepl, so I'll give you the chance to translate it yourself☺️ God, it sucks so much when English is not your first language😫! If someone out there in the TopGun community is willing to serve as my translator, please shoot me a message🥰!
Anyway, here's the original text:
Unweigerlich wanderte ihr Blick an sich hinunter, zu ihrem Bauch.
Eine eigene Familie hatte sie schon immer gewollt, auch wenn man das bei ihr im ersten Moment vielleicht nicht erwarten würde. Immerhin war sie Kampfjetpilotin geworden, das war nicht gerade ein sehr «familienfreundlicher» Job. Aber Natasha hatte schon als junges Mädchen davon geträumt, eines Tages eine eigene Familie zu gründen.
Eines Tages…
Nicht im Alter von 32 Jahren, nach einer halbjährigen Beziehung und auf dem Weg zum Zenit ihrer Karriere…
Doch das war genau die Situation, in der sie sich befand. Ihre Gedanken wanderten an denselben Ort wie vor einigen Stunden im Badezimmer. Sie und Jake waren ein halbes Jahr zusammen. Ob diese Beziehung überhaupt halten würde, zeichnete sich gerade erst ab. Natasha wusste, dass sie ihn sehr liebte. Mehr als alle Männer zusammen, mit denen sie je zuvor eine Beziehung geführt hatte. Er hatte mit seinem texanischen Charme ihr Herz gestohlen und es seither nicht wieder hergegeben. Aber Charme und physische Attraktivität reichten nun mal für eine Beziehung nicht aus. Schon gar nicht für eine Verantwortung der Grössenordnung gemeinsames Kind.
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[Meanehile, when Hell began] Alastair: Okay, one, two, three... Azazel, Dagon, & Asmodeus: HAIL SATAN! Ramiel: *screams in agony* Lilith: What are you doing?
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menopause-diary · 4 days
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The Art of Disappearing: Seeking Solitude in Unconventional Spaces
Sometimes, the quest for a sliver of solitude turns us into amateur escapologists, finding refuge in the least likely places. For me, this often involves a tactical retreat to the bathroom or the sudden, pressing need to run an “errand.” And yes, occasionally, I become a master of silence, blending into the background with the stealth of a ninja. Here’s the twist: I never signed up for a…
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onewizardgirl · 10 days
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Love of my life.
The story of a redhead quidditch player falling for a peculiar blonde that didn’t care about fitting in.
Ginny Weasley knew when she got to Hogwarts she was not straight. Even at 11 years old she knew she felt something more for girls than she did for the guys her mother kept trying to set her up with. She was so scared to say anything about being a lesbian that she made her crushes her best friends, because that’s better than not having them at all. But one girl in particular made Ginny’s head spin and that was looney Luna Lovegood. Everyone called her looney because she talked about the creatures no one saw and only theorized about.
Luna Lovegood, an oddity even at Hogwarts, thought she’d find love by her 3rd year, not even a chance. All of the boys were garbage and she was so deep in the closet she was basically bordering on Narnia. She’d rather keep her friends, just that, friends, even though she had her heart set on one ginger in particular. Ginny Weasley was a broody redhead with a love for quidditch, joining the team when she was in her 3rd year after one of the chasers graduated. Luna made it a point to attend every Gryffindor match and cheer her friend on even if the thought of her muscular body made Luna’s head spin out fantasies she had to shove into the depths of her brain.
It was their 7th year, the war was done, Voldemort was dead. And they were not only helping rebuild the school, but trying to finish their education. Harry had run off to Romania with Draco to study dragons, those two were madly in love just like how Ginny wished she could be. For a short time during the war she fancied Harry; they even dated for a short time. But Harry confessed that he and Draco were falling in love and that he was gay. This didn’t bother Ginny as much as it should have but she had her heart in other places besides Harry. She was still scared but she needed to tell her love how she felt before it was too late.
Throughout the year the girls grew closer than they had ever been, they helped rebuild the castle and add charms they wished they had to help future students through their time boarding at Hogwarts. By the end of the year Ginny had sent her parents an owl telling them she was spending the summer at luna’s to help her rebuild her home after her father’s death. She got an owl back on the day they were supposed to leave telling her to bring Luna to the Burrow for the summer and she’d get Arthur to put a team together to rebuild in the fall.
“Cmon Luna, let’s go.” Ginny said ushering Luna out of the school toward the cairrages that were towed by thesterals to the Hogsmeade station.
"Are you sure Gin? I don't want to impose on your family." Luna worried
"it's no problem Luna, really. My mum would have never offered you a place to stay while we help rebuild if she didn't want you there." Ginny told.
"ok Ginny, I trust you." Luna said. She suddenly realized that she would being close proximity to her crush all summer long and even after that because of the rebuilding process.
It was going to be a long summer.
Ginny was excited, nervous, scared, and panicking all at he same time. She was about to host her crush for the summer, in her bedroom. She was going to share a bed with her crush and pray she didn't do anything stupid to ruin their friendship. She knew a relationship wouldn't work with Luna because said blonde was simply uninterested. Luna had her own loves to follow and Ginny wanted so hard to respect that. Little did she know.
A month into her stay at the burrow Luna almost blew her cover when she was watching Ginny work out. Her face had a bright red tint to it that contrasted greatly with her pale skin and Fred noticed Luna's look.
"oi Luna, you alright? Your face is awfully red," he asked approaching the blonde.
"oh it's nothing Fred, but thank you for asking." Luna smiled embarrassed.
As soon as the ginger man was out of sight she sighed frustratedly. She just wanted Ginny to love her the way she loved Ginny. She was tired of this game of chicken she was playing. She found herself walking outside to the workout bench Ginny was perched on without even thinking twice.
"Ginny, can you come in for a bit, I need to talk to you." Luna said trying to avoid looking at Ginny anywhere other than her face. She wore a sports bra that was dark green that accentuated her ample breasts and matching shorts that hugged the curve of her hip and rounded the swell of her bum. Her toned stomach was shiny with sweat and her hair was tied into a messy bun to keep it out of the way from the bar.
"course Luna," Ginny said. Upon entering the house she followed Luna to the bedroom and sat on her bed looking up at the blonde.
"Ginny, I'm tired of playing chicken with myself. I'm sorry if I ruin our friendship by saying this but it needs to be said. I love you, not like a friend, but like a partner," Luna told avoiding Ginny's eyes.
"oh thank God. I was about to die keeping that secret, now come here my little star and give me a kiss." Ginny said reaching for the blonde.
"wait... What?" Luna asked shocked
"I was too scared to say but I've liked you since second year and i made friends with you just so I could have you in my life even if I couldn't truly express my love for you like I wanted to." Ginny said "I'm so glad you said something because it was quite literally eating me up inside spending so much time with you and not saying I love yoy or calling you gushy pet names."
"that's a relief," Luna said, she took her opportunity and grabbed the gingers chin and crashed her lips to Ginny's.
Ginny quickly took over and grabbed Luna by the back of her neck while the blonde moved her hands to grasp Ginny's hips.
When they pulled away there was feeling of relief in the air between the two.
"I'm so fucking glad we did that." Ginny sighed.
"Me too," Luna smiled.
After everything they've been through this has to have been the hardest for both girls to admit.
Upon entering the house after their first kiss and official beginning of their relationship Molly approached the two.
"Mum, before you say anything; Luna's my girlfriend now and I plan on one day if she'll let me putting a ring on her finger. She deserves everything and more and I could not be a happier woman than I am with her by my side." Ginny told
"it's about time you two, I was wondering how long it'd take." Molly smiled at the pair.
"What?" Ginny said confused "you knew? I was so deep in the closet I was in Narnia. how could you know?"
"I'm your mother, I have a sixth sense for this type of thing. I knew you were gonna turn out gay the first time you picked up a broom. It's genetic, I'm bisexual and I played quidditch, Charlie is genderfluid, and he played quidditch. Fred and George are both asexual panromantic they played. Then Ron turned out to be pansexual and he played. Then you started playing quidditch an it was only a matter of time. I'm surprised it took you this long." Molly explained
"it didn't really take me this long to realize, it just took me this long to work up enough gall to admit it to the low of my life," Ginny told wrapping a protective arm around Luna.
"go on and do lesbian things, I have to make dinner for everyone, Harry, Ron, Draco, Hermione, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, and George are coming to spend some time together before the summer bustle." Molly said, basically permitting the two to do as they pleased.
"ok mum," Ginny smiled dragging Luna off to a nearby broom cupboard.
"Ginerva Molly, don't you dare even think about defiling my broom cupboard especially not for your first time. Go to your room and cast some silencing charms, I'll send a patronus when dinner's done," Molly scolded. "Nonsense I swear, your brothers already defiled that broom cupboard enough."
"eww mum!" Ginny grimaced.
"it's the truth though," Molly responded.
Ginny took Luna and hauled her over her shoulder and took off for the stairs.
"don't do anything dumb" Molly called after the two.
Finally a happy ending for the two longing lovers.
Hope you enjoy ❤️
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prankprincess123 · 21 days
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I adore how flexible with deadlines some uni profs are!
Like yeah, some profs still absolutely suck. But others are so absolutely phenomenal.
I had it in my head that my final paper for this one class was due tomorrow at midnight rather than today at midnight. So when my aunt had to take 2 of my cousins to the ER today (one right after the other. Literally dropped one daughter off at school with a fresh cast on her wrist and had to pick up another because she sprained her ankle🤦) and needed someone to watch her youngest I didn't hesitate to volunteer. And then of course at 4pm realized that I only had 8h to finish writing it and it had to be 1k words longer than I thought, while still being a 30min drive from home even if I could have left at that moment. So I emailed my prof explaining the situation, and within 10min her response was that even without a family emergency as well, just having mistaken the deadline was a totally valid reason to request an extension from her, and asked if I'm sure 24h more is enough. Like she was already by FAR my favorite uni prof I've ever had, but after this I absolutely love this woman.
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sparkygurly227 · 2 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Descendants (Disney Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: OMC/OFC, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Original Child(ren) of Ben and Mal, Original Child(ren) of Aziz, Li Lonnie, Original Child(ren) of Doug and Evie, Evie (Disney), Original Child(ren) of Jay and Li Lonnie, Doug (Disney: Descendants), Original Child(ren) of Jane and Carlos de Vil, Carlos de Vil, Ben (Disney: Descendants), Jay (Disney), Jane (Disney: Descendants), Mal (Disney) Additional Tags: Birthday Party, Family, Chaos, The Core Four as Parents, The Core Four are siblings, Not literally but they don't care Series: Part 3 of Are We Really Strangers? Summary:
Over a month after Lia's crazy birthday ball, another birthday rolls around in the family, and a party with everyone there has been planned. Naturally, Lia decided that the best time to introduce her new boyfriend, Andrew, to her family was at this party, where she knew they would be having their usual chaos and craziness. She can't wait.
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smol-robo · 4 months
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Saturday of January 13th 2024 on a Saturday
Me and my mom were going to Kroger and we decided to pull up into the gas station and her favorite (Bohemian Rhapsody) she leaves me in the car to make me listen to it while she gets the gas (yes she turned off the engine) I myself am not a fond of this song, so I slowly turned it down before getting the idea to embarrasse my mom, in which I crack the window down abit and turn the song up 25 decibels loud! Not only was she embarrassed but I was practically cackling like the joker, in she promptly turned the radio off.
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zylev-blog · 26 days
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The bats had no idea what they were looking at. A very large vehicle that looked like it shouldn’t possibly be able to run was speeding around Gotham in no particular order. Almost as if it was looking for something. It took all of the bats over an hour to chase it down and contain it to question the driver.
A man with black hair and blue eyes that remind Bruce of his late father looks out the window, and says, “We’re looking for our son.”
A woman in the passenger seat that looks like Bruce’s mother adds, “The self sacrificial idiot jumped through a portal into another dimension trying to save a cat.”
The man nodded along, “It’s not really a cat though.”
“Well, what is it?” Tim asked, genuinely confused.
“It’s the alternate version of our son from a timeline where he went evil.” The woman responds.
“But don’t worry, he’s not evil anymore!” The man grins.
Bruce had questions. “But why would your son be a cat?”
“Because our daughter—the girl cloned from the current version of our son, that is—decided to shapeshift into a dog and chase him through the multiverse.” The man replied.
“So our other daughter, the older one, she decided to alert us, but she couldn’t wait, so now she shapeshifted ito a bird to try and catch them that way.” The woman continued.
“Are all of your children shapeshifters?” Bruce asked.
“Yep.” The man said proudly.
“Are you?” Bruce asked.
“It’s complicated.” The woman shrugged, “Using the GAV is faster.”
Bruce was very thankful that the cowl covered most of his face. Everything the people said just made his brain hurt worse.
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mokeonn · 1 year
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I am trying to decide what I want to draw today so I think I'm gonna make the Mane 6 in the sims and see where it goes from there
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tokyo-chainsaw-dragon · 5 months
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Don't ask what happened, Aki. Don't ask.
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greenglowinspooks · 3 months
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Thinkin about a DCxDP where Danny’s helping ghosts find peace while he’s laying low in Gotham.
Like, he moved away from Amity for whatever reason. Maybe the reveal went badly, maybe he just couldn’t stand staying any longer. For whatever reason, he’s in Gotham, because the rent is cheap and he’s nowhere near the strangest thing there so no one looks at him twice.
However, this city is cursed. Like, cursed beyond cursed. It’s actively alive with how many curses there are, and the ghosts there are extremely unhappy about it.
(Of course, that’s not a problem for Danny. His ghost side filters out the toxic smog and the chemicals in the water, and his human side gives a resistance to the rank ecto and the hexes that are actively trying to devour him.)
He doesn’t really want to do anything about it, to be honest.
He’s sick of playing hero, considering how it went last time, and he’s busy working at Waffle House or Walmart or whatever other store doesn’t bother doing a background check (in Gotham, that’s probably all of them), and maybe trying to find a way to get highschool credits that don’t immediately disqualify him from every college in existence.
Still, the ghosts know he can hear them. They know, and they keep coming for help.
So, hey, why not? He definitely can’t put this as experience in any sort of job application, but he really doesn’t have much else to do.
So, he becomes errand boy for a bunch of ghosts.
Sometimes he’s finding objects that are important to them, sometimes he’s giving evidence they collected together of their murders to the police, sometimes he’s getting them the last meal they never had, sometimes he’s just spending time with them like they’re not dead.
The ghosts don’t always move on, but they’re always more at peace. Occasionally they pay him back in charms and blessings and the locations of valuables that he can keep or pawn for cash.
Eventually, a new ghost shows up.
She looks like a shadow, like all the ghosts of Gotham, but she seems stronger than usual. She asks him for a favor that those who came before him were never able to fulfill.
She asks him to find her engagement ring, and give it to her son.
Easy enough, he thinks. It’s a bit of a pain to buy the ring from the seedy pawn shop it’s in (he would usually just steal it, but he doesn’t want to implicate her kid in anything, which she seems grateful for), but everything’s going mostly alright.
Then, she tells him who her son is, and wow, no wonder no one’s helped her yet.
He’s Red Hood. The guy who is(/was) the crime lord in charge of crime alley. The title sounds a bit stupid to Danny, but he’s still a genuine threat to a living person.
Good thing he’s not one of those.
And so, the next time he sees Red Hood out and about, he goes right up to him. The man seems mostly unbothered, but Danny does notice how his hand slightly drifts towards one of his many weapons.
He tells Red Hood outright that he’s there on behalf of the man’s mother, then just holds out his hand with the ring inside, dropping it into Red Hood’s open palm.
Then he leaves, not waiting for a response.
Jason has a mystery on his hands, and he might just cash in some favors from Babs and Tim to figure it out.
He’s got to find the guy who gave him his mother’s ring, and find out everything he knows.
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pepirfecin · 1 year
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Team dark being normal
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lazycranberrydoodles · 4 months
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sibling bonding moment!
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menopause-diary · 6 days
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The Quest for Patience: Adventures in Being a Bonus-Mom
If anyone finds my patience, please return it. It seems I’ve misplaced it somewhere between “Do I really have to?” and “But I did that last year!” As the bonus mom to my boyfriend’s kids, my days often feel like navigating a minefield of whining, dramatic sighs, and the occasional eye-roll symphony. My beautiful “bonus” family ♥️ Take, for example, the simple task of doing dishes. You’d think…
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zizi-the-blogger · 1 year
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I need to rant for a bit, which I normally never do.
Back in 2017, I was 18 and had closed heart surgery, an ablation, for SVT. I have been having something similar and am working with heart doctors. This morning, I wake up and my heart feels like it's trying to wake me. Granny yells at me to get out of bed. I rest for 20 minutes and she yells again. I still don't feel better but I get up.
She says I just "need good rest and good food", which I'm trying. Right now I'm on antibiotics every six hours so can't get my usual eight.
Anyway, I go to make eggs and they explode. I'm left cleaning up and, guess what? I'm not neurotypical. Unlike you so-called normals, I'm a fucking mess!
Most people have 3 batteries that are nicely hooked up and can run anything. They work smoothly, and don't drain each other. My batteries on the other hand are a fucking car wreck. On a good day II have no idea what they connect to beyond each other, they constantly drain each other, and, the more stressed I am, the more they fray until, bam, I have no energy from one or more batteries. I'm drained against all common sense, and it's worse with a heart issue.
Dear ol gran is yelling about the cat and the Christmas tree, yelling about cleaning out the under sink where the garbage can goes, and more, and now she's saying I have an attitude because I had to be loud so she could hear me from my bedroom. And when I got up to talk to her? I nearly fainted. But if I say anything? "You're young, it's fine."
FUCK.
I don't know what to do besides pray I don't faint or force myself to finish fainting. Something has to give though.
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