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fantomette22 · 1 year

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Headcanons about the Cainhurst portraits

@heraldofcrow wanted me to share some of my thoughts on it (but I will only talk about 3-4 of them because I have no idea who are this other people...and we will never know... it's making me crazy at times) So, here's all the ideas/theory about the potato baby especially 👀

First, we need to establish that is painting below, represents Annalise. Ok? I'm not gonna explained it but if you lore dig + look at the concept arts I add. I really think it's her. (Short ver : She lost her melanine like Arianna (yep her hair turned white not blonde after the birth of the celestial larvae. Probably because of the failed birth of the child of Blood).

Now, about this one there's 2 possibilities for the woman.

it's an older/more recent Annalise painting.

It's Annalise's mother, the precedent Queen of Cainhurst.

I tend more on the mother idea but I need to take into account it could still be Annalise. The big problem is that we don't know if all the painting have been made around the same time or not... so who knows...And I'm really bad at telling if it's the same person or not... But anyway I'm here to discuss more about the infant in her arms (so I will take into account both possibilities + The woman might/ might not be the mother of the child too);

If the Queen holding the child is Annalise :

The Child of Blood : I heard this idea on one on Sinclair lore podcast. (I don't remember which one). They said it could be a representation of the child of blood of the Vileblood before it's birth (the one Annalise tried to have and highly didn't make it). They explained that at the time, people didn't do painting everyday and sometimes children were painted to look older than what they actually looked like.

Arianna / Alfred ? : If the cainhurst massacre happened a few decades ago + Arianna age that could fit. Same with Alfred if you believe in the Alfred=Vileblood theory. But why would Annalise hold them in there ?? I don't know

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Others : I can only think of 2 others (3 with the next speculation below) on who that could represents. I don't think it's him but Vileblood hunter Leo (a cut npc? chalice dungeon enemy) have white/blond hair so.... and an idea of mine is that it would be another known character from the game linked with Cainhurst you might have seen pass... and fight.... Yes, I have HUGE thoughts about Baby Crow !!!!! but I don't want to develop it too much because it's for a fic idea!!!!

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If it's the late Queen

I can only see one character in that case... but who know maybe the baby is really someone we don't know... (I mean it's a baby it's complicated to figured who it would look like later) So... in that case I wouldn't be surprised if this is in fact Lady Maria. That would be the most hilarious and angsty thing ever. If Mr Miyazaki came to tell us that, I would believe him in one instant.

Now 2 more possibilities if it's Maria, because why would she have the Queen hold her as a baby in an official portrait ??

We know Maria is a "collateral" relative of Annalise (closer and correct translation from the Japanese). A collateral relative means there's no descendance link between the two (not parent/child/grandparent links) so it could be : cousins (of different degrees, could be 1st, 2nd...) uncle/aunt & nephew or... siblings... yep. wouldn't that be fun ?! extremely drama if her and Annalise are actually freaking sisters (or half sisters I dunno). And maybe it's just me but I feel the clothes the woman wear are more practical to nurse too.

In that interpretation pretty sure this is the the dad then XD I mean come on they're both blond and have the same red clothes. Don't they share a similar vibes ? (there's lot of interpretations/theories on this guy too but I won't dig into that today).

Personal headcanon of mine : her and Annalise are just cousins or smt but Maria is like really not far behind in line of succession/ or well a human pyromancer (like the pthumerians) (if she could really do her fire blade before dying and getting trap in the nightmare) and it could have been seen as a sort of miracle. So she's special.

Bonus :

I believed that guy is the cut king of Cainhurst / Annalise's husband too (I have some headcanaons about him but it will be for another day. Mr royal guard too + maybe a few other paintings as well...)

#bloodborne #cainhurst #cainhurst potato infant #annalise queen of the vilebloods #bloodborne thoughts #bloodborne headcanons #bloodborne theories #thank you for coming to my ted talks about the cainhurst paintings #hope I haven't forget anything

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mbti-notes · 8 months

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Anon wrote: INFJ here, I am 14 years old so I am unsure of how to deal with someone who's unhealthy Se dom, can you help me out?

I have an 19 years old ESFP brother who's unhealthy, he tends to shift the blame on everyone else in his life, he is selfish with others sometimes, and if not selfish with me. He lies on me and would always say I am selfish or cold if I don't let him take something or share food with him, I can't handle his problems or behaviors anymore as he keeps making many mistakes and problems in one day, no 24 is passed without 1-4 mistakes in the same day.

He is easily angered and very sensitive, he raises his voice at anyone in the house even if we argue in a normal voice , even tell us we are raising our voice on him. My sister tried to warn him once about something he bought, told him it's gonna affect his health and he started yelling at her and telling her she always wants to point out if he is doing something wrong , when she is very worried for his health. He doesn't think about the consequences of his actions at all , always does what he wants and thinks that things may come to him on a golden plate, I can't handle his actions anymore and I am trying to find a way to deal with him, I know I can't fix someone if they don't collaborate but I want to know how to fix some behaviors and how to deal with it. I want to put him in his place but he is very aggressive and blunt.

He can be sometimes kind but that doesn't mean he will be fully kind or helpful and I can't handle the arguments he makes between everyone in the family and him.

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Unfortunately, the best way to deal with a toxic person is to distance from them, if not physically, then at least emotionally. Yes, everyone is a mixture of good and bad qualities, and everyone's got some problems dragging them down. However, some people's bad qualities/behaviors are so bad that they mostly just spread negativity, upset, pain, and harm to others. When that's the case, the most urgent thing for you to do is take care of your well-being by removing yourself from their destructiveness in any way possible.

Generally speaking, when faced with a genuine threat to your well-being in relationships, you don't have many options, so weigh the pros/cons based on your capabilities and preferences, for example:

- Option "Fight": You say you want to put him in his place, which is an invitation to fight. If you're gonna fight someone, you'd better be confident of winning. This means you need energy, STAMINA, strength, power, and the ability to continually dominate both physically and psychologically. If you don't have these capabilities or your capabilities do not surpass his, then you won't win the fight. If you can't win, you'll get very hurt, and the relationship problem gets worse. If you can win, there will be a wall between you, but he'll likely leave you alone and go after someone weaker.

If you're not a dominating sort of person, a more intelligent way to fight is to appeal to an impartial authority/power greater than the both of you who can help mediate the conflicts and restore peace as necessary. The natural choice would be the elders of your family like parents, aunts, uncles, or grandparents. This is more of a short-term strategy because elders won't be around forever and you'll eventually have to learn how to handle him yourself. However, if he's so out-of-control that even the elders can't make a difference, then you're out of luck on this front.

Big Picture Result: Fighting isn't likely to change him, his thinking, or his behavior. At best, it just pushes him to hide it better. But what does it do to you? It brings you down to his level, doesn't it? Can you live with yourself being like that? Can you feel good about life when you're constantly in fight mode?

- Option "Fawn": In the context of relationships, fawning is like saying, "if you can't beat'em, join'em". Instead of treating him like an enemy and worsening the conflict, you give in, cave, take it, swallow it, etc. Why do people fawn? The hope is that, if you are nice and always accede to his needs and demands, he will like you, so you will not be the main target of his blame and anger. Unfortunately, the reality is, the more you try to appease a bully, the less they respect you, and the more they feel it's okay to abuse you. Even if he decides to spare you because you worked so hard to save your own butt, it won't be pleasant to watch him target other family members.

Big Picture Result: Fawning basically rewards the bully for their bullying behavior, so there is absolutely no incentive for them to change. If anything, the negative behavior will get worse over time.

- Option "Freeze": In the context of relationships, freeze usually means resignation to the status quo. You try to blend into the background and hope for the best or pray for a miracle. This is not really a strategy but rather what happens when you have no strategy. It's the strategy of the truly powerless.

Big Picture Result: Freezing usually means the cycle of violence just continues indefinitely until someone finally decides to do something different.

- Option "Flight": In relationships you can't easily get out of, flight often means drawing and enforcing boundaries that strictly limit or end contact with the toxic person (see previous posts on the topic). Toxic people are game-players in the sense that they constantly want to draw you into their machinations. Their ego drama makes them seek out "enemies" to fight so that they can feel like the "hero". One way they do this is to keep baiting you until you react the way they want, so that they can prove some stupid point they imagine needs to be made. When you take the bait, you become the supporting character in their play with no real existence of your own, i.e., they control you.

The advantage of boundaries is you no longer play his game, because you are actively setting the rules for how to conduct the relationship in a way that honors everyone's well-being. Boundaries aren't about trying to blame, change, and control others in retaliation. Boundaries are there to protect you from harm by removing you from the relationship equation as necessary. Boundaries help you avoid taking the bait and getting entangled, but only if you are able to abide by the rules you set and carry out the consequences to anyone who breaks your rules.

Yes, being estranged from someone you love is hard and it hurts, but does it hurt more or less than being their victim? Only you can answer that. Keep in mind, when you set strict rules and boundaries or cut someone out of your life, it doesn't have to be forever. You can make it clear that you love him and you'll allow him back into your life on the condition that he changes the negative behavior. Sometimes, the best way to battle a childish person is to be the "adult" and walk away. It's hard to do this in a sibling relationship when you're the much younger sibling, but it's possible. You can look at it as an opportunity to build strength of character. There are lots of bullies in this world, so it's good for you to learn how to stand up for yourself sooner rather than later.

Big Picture Result: Limiting contact may or may not change his behavior depending on how badly he wants to resume the relationship with you. If he chooses not to change, you'll lose the relationship for good. If he decides to change, you can meet him halfway. In any case, you've put a cap on the amount of pain and damage he can inflict.

I hope this has given you some ideas about how to approach the situation. It should also help you have a better understanding of the various relationship dynamics he might have with the other people in your family. It's very unfortunate that you have to deal with a toxic family member. Family should be a place of safety, support, and love. You're not alone, though, since many people are forced to grow up in a dysfunctional family. The most important thing is you learn how to make things safe for yourself when others can't/won't.

If the situation with him ever deteriorates to the point where you really feel as though you can't bear it anymore, reach out for help. It's hard to make good decisions when you're in the middle of a very stressful situation. It might be a good idea to have someone in mind you can escape to, someone who can provide a safe space for you to calm down, talk things out, and think things through at your own pace. This person can be any adult you trust such as: aunts, uncles, grandparents, neighbors, your friend's parents, teachers, mentors, spiritual counselors, mental health professionals, etc. If you don't have anyone right now, then maybe get to know more of the adults in your orbit and cultivate a trusting relationship with at least one of them. Or, if you think it's enough to go some place quiet to catch your breath now and then, maybe try a friend's house, a local cafe or mall, or a public library or park, etc.

#infj #infj relationships #boundaries #abuse #ask

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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Hiiiiii!!! How are you luv bug?? I hope you're doing well ♡

I was hoping to request something specific-

Mixed chubby trans!m reader- half mexican (dad) and half white (mom) - who invites Steve Harrington to see his family and apologizes profusely to him about how loud and chaotic it is, maybe overwhelming, especially with a lot people in one house. However many you want to make is fine, I just have a really loud and big family, 15 people so far most of the time in a small house so there is like no escaping it unless you go to the upstairs rooms.

Maybe they escape away for a bit and Steve explains that it's fine and he likes it because he never has this at home, parents never there and never had any siblings. Maybe they talk for a bit and some fluff?

Whether they are together or get together is totally up to you !! This is more of just a comfort on both ends for Steve and the reader.

i got this request and knew immediately what i wanted to do so thank you for such an inspiring ask :') <3

You're not sure how you managed to yank your little sister off of Steve's leg, but you're mortified that she'd clung to him. He was a good sport about it, because of course he was, damn Steve Harrington and his infuriatingly unending patience towards young kids. You're even more surprised that you managed to escape upstairs without one of your aunts stopping you, eager to hear the ins and outs of your relationship you don't want to tell her.

Closing the door is relieving, cutting out most of the sound that comes from downstairs. Now it's the quiet whir of the fan in the corner that you hear, not the constant stream of chatter from your dad.

"Steve," You groan, leaning your back against the door as your head thunks back against the wood, "I'm so sorry."

Your words confuse him, and he glances away from where he's smiling softly at a family portrait braced on the dresser, "Hm?"

"That was terrible," You insist, almost unsure if you're allowed to touch him as you step forward, hesitating before him.

"Terrible-?" Steve frowns, "What do you mean?"

"I mean," You huff, "My sister almost permanently attached herself to you," At this, Steve's smile returns, and he fishes a wooden block out of his pocket that she'd stowed in there, "My uncle patted you on the back so hard I think he left a bruise," You trace your hand over Steve's back, which he'll never admit, is a little sore, "And my brother just sat there and glared at you the entire time."

Steve doesn't have any optimism for that one, he'll admit, but he's hellbent on winning your brother over. He's a teenager, very into his 'fuck-everybody-but-me' phase, but he's friends with Max, he'll figure it out.

"Okay, well your brother was kind of scary," Steve surges forward, grabbing your hand where it rests at your side, "But you have no idea what you've got, do you?"

"Hm?"

"You have a family," Steve gushes, and you can practically see the sunshine and puppies and rainbows and unicorns in his eyes, "Y/N, That's- that's like a real family! Parents, and siblings, and uncles, and aunts, and cousins, and grandparents. I've never- I mean.. my parents aren't even home most of the time," He chuckles sheepishly, "I've never seen a house be more of a home."

"Steve," You gush, face-planting into his chest, "You can't say things like that!"

"What? Why?" He stiffens, thinks he may have broken some unspoken rule of your big household, "What did I say?"

"You're getting all sappy," You groan, pulling your face out of his shirt and glaring at him, "Don't you dare make me cry, they'll eat me alive down there."

"Sorry," Steve grins sheepishly, "Seriously, though. This is.." He pauses, brain whirring as he tries figuring out what he wants to say. He comes up short, he wishes he had the words, but you know what he means by the genuine smile curved into his lips, "Wow."

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington scenario #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington one-shot #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington headcanons #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington hc #steve harrington hcs #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington dialogue #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader fanfiction

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blackorwhitethoughts · 9 months

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Becomes an immigrant 19 years old and how it feels so fucked?

Today I want to share a story about how I become an immigrant at 19 and how it screws my mental health so badly.

So the story is when I was 19, still learning Uni, in an Asian country. My mom decided to marry a foreigner and move there with me so we / I can have a better future.

So 19 yo me, I left the country, left my uni, left my big family including grandparents, aunts and uncles, step brothers and sisters, left all my friends that I have known, and most importantly my first love and moved to a rural area in a first-world country.

Many people would blame me for doing it even though at that point. Honestly, I don't really want it. But the pressure is there, my family keeps pushing me and with a 19 yo kid still depending on his parents to live, that is quite daunting and I can say I have no other choice if you don't consider creating a war with your own family and try to be here in an Asian country don't go to Uni no more because my parent won't pay for it. So I go.

For anyone who decides to immigrate to another country, this is my advice for you. Don't expect to have much in many years to come. The older you are the more fucked you will be.

I can already name a few problems :

Away from your family. Like if you have never lived in a big family you will never understand this. It isn't like you can't see your aunt or uncle every year for a day. It is you usually see them every week or month and now you won't be able to see your aunts, uncles, step brothers and sisters, your grandparents, your nephews forever. Probably a few years you can see them once. I mean if you never get to experience that kind of close relationship ever you won't understand it.

You will lose all your friends. Maybe lose is the wrong word, you can still text them I guess. But over a period of time, when you can't hang around your friend group you will lose more and more friends. That is just how it works. You may be able to text some of them once every few weeks, that will fill in your void maybe ?

If you have a lover, time to say goodbye to all your good memories and also know that somebody else would love the person you love on your behalf. That feels quite shit.

You are young, you just left your university in your old country. You are probably more clueless than ever, wondering why you worked so hard many years before to get into this uni so now you have to leave. The best scenario ever you can attend a new university and start making friends again. Worst case you like me, you can't pay for them and you can't also borrow the money because even though you move to another country, your visa is temporary because certain immigrant paths require some challenging time, you have to wait for a few years until you are a citizen of that country before you can borrow money to attend university like their citizens.

Language is also another barrier. But for me, that is not the case because I'm a hard-working person. I've learned and be sufficient enough in that language to feel not being left behind.

I mean every single problem has a solution. I'm not being pushed to death to be fair. It's just the reality is hard for an immigrant. And if you are one I want you to understand that reality as well, and also want to spread how immigrants usually feel and what they have been through.

If you accept to work hard for a few years. At one point, you will be able to make more friends and colleagues, and you may find a lover, you will just start way later compared to other people.

Most people will never understand how hard it would be to be an immigrant. Especially the people in a thrid-world country, they think you can just move to a first-world country and all problems would be solved. The reality is you will have to endure a harder life if you are a middle-class in your third-world country.

Having gone through it myself, I can see why many people in third-world countries would still do it. I can name also many benefits of doing so. After moving back to my old country, I can say my mental health improve a lot, thou finance will have to take a step down I guess.

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albonium · 1 year

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tw health issues being old and poop

my grandma is fully bed ridden, she didn't want to go to a retirement home when it started being necessary yeaaaars ago and now she's too dependant to be accepted in one so she's stuck at home. she doesn't want a "stranger" in her house, my mom has done more than she should have ever done these past 15 years or so caring for her my grandpa and my uncle (he had parkinson she took care of him until he died it was awful). so rn my aunt accepted to help but only if she was being paid, so my grandma took her to be the state funded helper and she should do a certain amount of hours per week and come several times a day to help her wash and pee/poo but she doesn't. so my grandma sits in her dirty diapers all day. today my mom went there and my grandma had somehow gone off the bed a bit and pooped on the floor and on her slippers.... she cleaned it all + our grandma. my mom is disabled and is physically limited she shouldn't be doing this. it's so unfair that all of this still ends up on her when it shouldn't.

we saw the social worker the other day and she said that the amount of money allocated to my grandparents will increase when my grandpa comes back from the hospital bc he'll be bed ridden too now. the thing is that nurses refuse to take care of people for showers and diapers these days and companies don't do it on the weekends. she said well it looks like you won't get any help on the weekends and then looked at me and my mom. it's awful to know that once again we're gonna have to do this. i hate it. my mom probably won't let me do it anymore too. i hate it. my mom is ill she doesn't have a lot of years with a relatively ok health (meaning she can breath without an oxygen tank) and she'll have tk dedicate them to my grandparents when my aunt and uncle don't give a fuck???? also as i said before around here our neighbourhood is getting bulldozed over so my parents sold the house and will be moving, my grandparents are supposed to sell too bc the house is too big and impractical for them. the money they get could finance all the care they need and even a retirement home (if we find one that would accept them). it costs about 4 to 5k A MONTHS. the thing is my aunt and my uncle are already taking a lot of money from my grandparents, money that's supposed to be used for their funerals. my uncle was left by his wife bc he was a violent asshole that couldn't not spend every single euro he had (or didn't have tbh). he tells my grandma he's gonna kill himself every month so that she paya his rent while he stays at home and doesn't do anything to get unemployment money or a job. when they get the money from the house they're going to take everything from them. and if they don't have money anymore to take care of themselves guess who has to help? their children and grandchildren. exept my uncle and aunt aren't financially abled to so my parents' money would dissapear in it, my sister and i would have to pay too. we'd be financing my aunt and uncle's fucking lifestyle. i wouldn't care if it was bc my grandlarents actually needed it. i love them i will pay if needed. but not like this. we asked if we could put them in a state protection financial guardianship thing and the social worker said no bc they're still mentally sound. it angers me so much i left the room crying the other day lol.

isn't life fun lol

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toournextadventure · 1 year

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So the general thought of having siblings to me:

As I said I have a single mum so even when I was little and friends would say their getting a little brother or sister it never felt like something that could or would happen so I never thought about it as everyone who did have siblings had 2 parents if that makes sense.

It was never something I wanted either, I was more then comfortable with it just wing me and my mum and I would hate to have a sibling. I've literally had nightmares about it in the past (ik it sounds silly but a few times I have) where there's been a younger child and I've been forgotten about. Even if everything else was the same I would dislike it cause I (no offence to anyone) hate babies and toddlers, like I babysit kids sometimes but only ones older then like 4 or 5 cause babies just annoying me, all they do is cry, look weird and the idea of changing nappies is disgusting.

Also as u mentioned cousins, I have 2 cousins one is literally a day older then me, same year. I feel like we would've been really close considering age if it weren't for their parents. When we were little they would never let anyone but them hold him and he went round our grandparents and nannys(great grandmother) house way less often then me even tho we both lived pretty close. Therefore I would only see him if we happend to go round grandparents house on the same day and at Christmas, he didn't even have birthday parties. He has autism which my aunt and uncle denied until he was about 6ish even though all of the family could tell and told them to get Jim diagnosed so they could manage it better and help him since we were toddlers (part of the reason they could tell was our age meant they could see I was learning to walk, talk ect earlier then him and the general way he would act compare to other kids) he is in a autism specific school now and it has definitely helped him alot, were not super close and he doesn't talk much when we see them (we moved to the other side of the country so only see when visiting grandparents) but you can tell he is fond of us(why does that sound weird) he just shows affection a different way. It's just that even without his autism he was very closed off by his parents and we aren't as close as we could've been.

Sorry that's quite long

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No, but that makes perfect sense though. Like, that's all so totally valid and makes total sense

And see, I'm Southern, we always have big families. My mom has 3 siblings, my grandmother had 7 siblings and 3 step-siblings. Like, we have huge families

But total honesty, that's still so interesting to me to hear from small family people. And I don't mean in a condescending way, it's just genuinely fascinating to me because it's hard to imagine not having literal dozens of cousins and family members, so it's just so foreign to hear it from people with small families

#answered #🗡️

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icehockeytennisfilmsandmusic · 9 months

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Yikes! If i saw everything people have said or written about me. Like exaggerating a kerfuffle... an altercation.... Like... I really have the mindset of like a tennis player.. where I am not possibly violent ... I rarely throw a COLD beverage ... and/or a light object that won't critically injure someone...I NEVER phone the police.. ONLY BECAUSE WHOM IS HIRED IS JUST AS BAD IF NOT WORSE BEHAVED (usually) THAN THE "criminal" AT HAND. Literally... I'm not a hitter. (Hey maybe in some cases I should have hit... when no one was looking... Maybe I should have sat on people... or taken people's wallets over the yrs... that unfairly heckle or ... that I outrank in background/money/smarts...overall behaviour...). I assume people hate me or are dangerous... I don't think most people are a match to me. Because life is too complicated. At least in the english west... it's a very diverse... divided states of america. It's a conglomeration of so much going on. It's not people thinking the same. It's not people living the same. It's not a uniform gov. ... You know... i don't kick people. I don't lol rape people. I don't molest people. I never punch people. I rarely yell/scream. I entertain / humour people.. i'm not entirely anti social.. but i like being alone... at times... if it means i can protect myself... more than some stranger or "friend" or "relative" can protect me... I have a private "relationship" or "superstition" ... a "ritual"... or "prayer life"... I hang out with some Christians.... Protestant and / or Catholic. I also understand atheism... Or I'm always "in the real world" trying to be close to science... the "truth".... I don't hurt people. I don't manipulate people... I can't go out and arrest people in large numbers... or correct... people. I don't have that title. Or I think a lot of people can't be correctional officers.. .or coaches.. or doctors... proper at this time. There's a huge social taboo... around teaching.. coaching.. parenting... mentoring... lol.

It's a jarring moment indeed... when one does not have a history of abusing or regularly using alcohol or substances... it's a day off... I'm drinking liquor.. beer.. and someone comes up to me and snaps.. "are you an alcoholic? you drink every day... all day .. all night?"

You know I think it's really rude... eh... to say I that I'm a full on mental alcoholic or coke addict... or that I stole cigs... from my mum Cathie's purse... that I used to beat my grandparents... my sister... On file in the usa especially theybasically combined ... my obese aunt's (that married my uncle) healthcare file and like.. my dad's police record... It's pathetic... traumatising but also funny... at the same time.

Some rambling/journaling.

-kelley

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darisu-chan · 2 years

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About the Pepa discourse, I just want to say most Latin Americans have about 50% European DNA, even if it isn't noticeable in their physical characteristics (white skin, blonde hair and blue/green eyes are recessive genes), which is why some people are pretty pale/look "white." This happens even inside families with the same set of parents. My grandma has 3 siblings who are blond and have green eyes, while the rest have varying degrees of "brown" skin. My blonde great aunts didn't have light-skinned children. My grandma and one of her sisters, who aren't light-skinned, have light-skinned children (my aunt and uncle are both blonde).

My mom isn't light-skinned, and yet I'm super pale. I'm paler than my cousins, even when my aunt and uncle (mom's siblings) are blonde. Three out of my four biological grandparents have brown skin. I turned out light-skinned because genes are funny that way.

It isn't strange within Latin American families to have member of various skin tones and combos. I've talked about this before, but we are heavily mixed. From the moment our countries were colonies, we got mixed pretty heavily. Not everyone is born with the same shade of brown/same facial features. Encanto did a good job showing this diversity. There are people with more native features, others look more European, and others have more African features (there were African slaves in Latin America too). Others are pretty mixed: blonde people with afros, people with darker skin and green/blue eyes, etc.

There's no one way to be Latin American. There's no correct way to be Latin American. There are stereotypes and, obviously, darker skin, brown eyes and dark hair are the norm because they are dominant genes. That doesn't mean they don't exist. And seeing a light-skinned person doesn't mean they're 100% white/European-descent. And of course, there are people like that who live in Latin America too! Just as they are people from Japanese, Chinese, Korean, Indian, Lebanese, Egyptian-descent people in Latin American (and from other countries in Asia and Africa).

Let's stop pretending Latin American isn't just as multicultural as the USA/Canada. The difference is that while mixing wasn't the norm in colony times, it was pretty damn common in our countries and it still is. Being Mexican, Colombian, Venezuelan, Argentinian, Peruvian, Cuban, etc. aren't ethnicities, they're nationalities!

Honestly, bitching about white-washing in Encanto heavily ignores the reality of diversity in Colombia and other countries. And no, being light-skinned doesn't necessarily mean you're rich or middle class. There are light-skinned people in the country-side/poor communities too.

#encanto #pepa madrigal

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jungwookjins · 3 years

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Hi! I'm introducing some friends to the untamed and making some notes on where the netflix subs don't give enough information/good translations, according to the fandom. I saw your translation of the 'to die by your hand' scene and it KILLED me, so I was wondering if there are any other particular scenes you think it's important to note a different translation? Thank you so much if you can!

ooh so there aren't any scenes i can think of where the translation falls so so short of the actual emotion and meaning as much as that one, however there are definitely some less dramatic instances.

in general, i would say that mandarin (and a lot of other languages from what i've heard) has a lot more inherent emotional depth than english, so in translation, a lot of the subtitles sound very emotionally neutral or ambivalent when they really aren't.

the instance of this that sticks out to me the most is during the confrontation between wei wuxian and jiang cheng at the guanyin temple (ep 48, ~9 minutes in) where wuxian says to jiang cheng「都不要放在心上了」(dou bu yao fang zai xin shang), which the subtitles translate as "please don't keep it in your heart," which i'm actually not really mad at as a translation, but it's just not a phrase used much in english, so it sounds slightly awkward/doesnt convey the emotional context of that phrase.

so for context, mandarin has multiple ways of saying, loosely, "don't worry." there's「不要擔心」(bu yao dan xin), which is probably the most common and versatile to say it, and there's「不要放在心上」(bu yao fang zai xin shang), which is the one wuxian says to jiang cheng. (there's other ways too, they're just not rly relevant here) the literal translation of it is "do not put it on your heart," which the netflix is pretty close to, but ofc that doesn't tell u much abt usage. the way i've explained it in the past was, say u made a mistake at work and were beating urself up over it.「不要擔心」is something your coworker or boss might say to you to essentially say "hey it's no big deal, don't worry about it, ur fine;" it can be very casual. whereas, once you get home and start talking abt ur bad day at work,「不要放在心上」is more likely something your parent/sibling/partner/other loved one would say to you as they put a bowl of ur favorite soup in front of u. it has a level of inherent familiarity and deeper desire to comfort the person ur talking to than「不要擔心」. (note: i say inherent bc「不要擔心」doesnt have to always be casual/relatively emotionally neutral, it can be said w emotion ofc but the words themselves do not carry as much emotion as「不要放在心上」.

other than that, i’m not remembering any other specific scenes rn (if i remember smth, i’ll rb w the addition and @ you), but one thing that happens throughout the show is translation discrepancy when characters are addressing each other. for example, when wuxian and jiang cheng talk to yanli, the subtitles always have them both addressing her by name, but in chinese, family members often dont address each other by name, like my younger brothers both call me 姐 (jie), which means older sister. jiang cheng calls yanli 阿姐 (a-jie) most of the time (the 阿 at the beginning is just a prefix used in front of names and other forms of address to express familiarity, it’s the same character used in a-yuan). wuxian calls yanli 師姐 (shijie), which is what you call a senior female fellow student studying under the same master/in the same school/etc.

(rest under the cut bc this got rly long)

nie huaisang calls mingjue 大哥 (dage)/哥 (ge); 哥 means older brother and 大 means big, so 大哥 is often used for the eldest brother (esp common if there are multiple brothers). an interesting thing is that wangji does not call xichen 哥 or any variation of it, rather he calls him 兄長 (xiong zhang), which also means older brother but is a term of respect and much more formal, so that’s also a reflection of their characters and upbringing. 兄長 is not in common use nowadays but 哥 very much still is.

after nie mingjue, lan xichen, and jin guangyao take their oath of sworn brotherhood, they also change their forms of address with each other. for example, guangyao calls xichen 二哥 (er ge), which means second older brother (since xichen is the second oldest) and calls mingjue 大哥 (like huaisang does). (i feel like i vaguely remember guangyao being called 三弟 (san di), which means third younger brother, by someone but don’t remember if it was xichen or mingjue.)

(also impt to note that in chinese culture, familial terms as forms of address aren’t strictly reserved for family (whether that be blood or found). for example, in a casual setting, you can address any woman who is your parents’ age or between their age and your grandparents age as 阿姨 (a-yi) (or name + 阿姨), which is the term for your maternal aunt, and you can address any man of the same age range as 叔叔 (shu shu), which is what you’d call your paternal uncle. similarly in a familiar/casual setting, you can call women older than you but younger than your parents 姐姐/name + 姐, like the daughters, who are all younger than me, of my parents’ friends call me jessie jie-jie. and you can call men in the same age range 哥哥/name + 哥, like how wang yibo calls xiao zhan, zhan-ge. the same applies for people younger than you, with which you would use 妹妹, younger sister, and 弟弟, younger brother.)

another example is that jin guangshan calls jiang fengmian 江兄 (jiang xiong), 江being his family name ofc and 兄 meaning brother (same character as in 兄長, which wangji calls xichen), since they’re of the same age and status and their wives are sworn sisters. xichen, on the other hand, calls fengmian 江宗主 (jiang zong zhu), which means sect leader jiang. in the subtitles, these are often just translated as “you,” when they’re talking directly to him.

so in general, there is a lot of information abt characters’ relationships, level of familiarity with each other, age, etc that is contained in their forms of address that just doesn’t come across in the netflix subs, since those default to their names like 80% of the time.

hope this helps!! if u (or anyone else) have other questions/scenes ur wondering abt, feel free to ask, i’m always down to talk translations. and if you want to see more of my beef w netflix subs a;lskjdf, all of my cql gifsets with dialogue on them have either been translated from scratch by me or i’ve edited the netflix translations, and i usually put some notes abt my translation in the tags. any sets that i’ve translated from scratch are under my translations tag, though most of these are actually for word of honor/shan he ling and not cql.

edit: check my reblog in the notes for some more additions!!

#sorry this got so long ;lakjsdf but this was legit rly fun to answer #ive been meaning to make a gifset w my translation for the guanyin temple scene for so long but havent gotten around to it #mayhaps i will this weekend #(also as a disclaimer: like with any part of a language the forms of address used can differ regionally #for example ik some chinese people use 姨媽 (yi ma) instead of 阿姨 for their maternal aunts #my family is taiwanese-chinese and i was born and raised in the us so that's the background/region my knowledge is coming from)#u kno what i'll put this in some main tags too bc i feel like this is good to know #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #answered #nbvagabond #mine #okay to rb #my translation #<--i dont have a better tag for this rn so

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we-dragons · 3 years

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I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 8 Damian x reader

The school is shut down for a week ironically because of an attack by The Joker and Two-Face, that Robin and his team took down. The teachers sent out a notice with homework attached and told us to stay inside. Nightmare came back somewhere in the morning I couldn't tell the time because I apparently fell asleep along with Boy Wonder before the end of season 1 of The Highlander. I gently placed him down on the couch, gotten dressed, and made some breakfast, I only had eggs so I made some scrambled and put them on a plate for him and me. Nightmare got the last of the bacon. I put a plate over Robins while I ate mine sitting at the small table in the kitchen going over my homework. Sadly I finished my homework before my eggs and they have gone cold. I silently morn my eggs eating the cold carcass. "You stare any harder at that screen and you might break it." I jump, my head shoots upwards and I sigh, but then my eyes drop on my cat. My jaw drops the furball is purring in the arms of a masked stranger who is petting his head. Robin was petting my cat holding him like a baby and the demon is purring. Robin still had his eyes, and limbs not even a bite mark was seen on his skin.

"You traitor, you barely know him." I playful scold the feline, he meows nuzzling his face in Robin's chest.

"Your monster seems friendly."

"Nightmare looks like he's been introduced to catnip."

"Just a few scratches here and there." He smirks taking a seat next to me."Thank you for breakfast."

"Mhm." I turn back to the screen, "Will you be going back today Robin?"

"I might."

"Hmm." I finish the last problem for today closing the device, "Well I have to go to work, your welcome to stay if you want." I smooth out my clothes tossing one last look at the melting ball of fur. I quirk an eyebrow but move out to the door. I stop Halfway through the doorway and look back putting on my meanest face. "If you break a single window in my home I will find where ever you are and break you. Bye Nightmare, love you, I'll be back in a few hours."

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"Nightmare! I'm back!" my keys skitter across the floor but no black fur is seen. He's still in the arms of Robin though it's not Robin, Green eyes. My stomach sinks and my mouth goes dry. "Damian?" His is just as much shock as me, he puts down Nightmare and rushes to me the door slams behind me. And I'm being dragged then forced to sit, his hands grip my shoulders. "Your early, why did you arrive early, you not supposed to be back for another half hour." I hardly heard him, I scold myself now realizing the obvious. Why else would Nightmare feel comfortable around him he had been here before multiple times noticed how I treated Damian and that's why he was a purring mess in his arms. I said be nice to him when he was over not Robin, but of course, they smell the same Nightmare associated with both people. I should have spotted it sooner, the voice, the height, the tone of his speech. Dear God, I can mom telling how oblivious, like she did when she won Clue. It was right there, he asked the right question and baited me for answers. I don't know why this is a shock to me. Now that I think of it I have to stop myself from laughing

"What the hell," my voice quivers. "Damian, Damian Wayne. You help Gotham." I start snickering, pulling my hand over my face. I throw my head back laughing then fall over to the side. "Nightmare you knew didn't you! Haha, that's why you were you were melting like butter."

"Your laughing!"

"Did you assume I wouldn't!" I wheeze, my breath nearly coming out to form words. "I can imagine you fighting, but saving people that's something else entirely."

"Do you think so little of me?" He sounds disappointed.

"I don't mean it to offend you but what else can I say. I didn't expect this." I sit up, clearing my throat and looking him dead in the eye. "Can I just call you Damian now, or do I still have to you different names."

"Why aren't you more surprised?"I Smile sadly.

"I thought you would have read up on me, do you know who killed my parents that day at home." He stiffens, he opens his mouth but continues. "My Father's sister, my aunt, killed them both during dinner. All because my mother wouldn't let her see those journals you asked about. After that it many people took off their masks."

"That's all it took?"

"What should it take, she killed her own brother because she didn't get confidential knowledge. To be honest, I don't really care anymore."

"You need professional help." I shrug.

"Probably, but getting sessions is expensive and I don't enjoy answering "and how are you feeling?" questions. I had enough of that already from everyone else."

"Where's your brother, Emil?" I feel myself frown.

"He's with someone I trust, I can't tell you who, sorry."

"The file says you died, you also made a miraculous recovery, recovery from what?"

"I prefer not to answer that question, It's rather personal." I don't want to explain that either, I know the doctor was shocked to see me come back. They had to call the professor to have him take me and my brother. After that this entire fiasco.

"You know I'll find out either way."

"Listen, I don't know how I made it, I was tortured by my she who will not be named and left for dead. I prayed for anyone and everyone who would hear me, someone did, the police found me and I was rushed to the hospital. I decided to take a nap, and I woke up to the sound of Emil crying. He cried, even more, when I woke up, screaming even, the good doctor nearly fainted. I was plugged into wires of all sorts, and my uncle was holding a plug, I assume he pulled, tackled me. My body lit up in pain and felt like I was run over, the next I am separated from my family and rushed into a place where they check on me every three months. At least I got to choose the place, they pay for the school, and I cover everything else." I give in, it feels nice to tell someone, something even if it's not the whole truth. But it seems to shut him up. "Please don't go looking for Emil, they haven't caught my aunt yet. I don't know if she's looking for them next, I would prefer not to stand over another grave knowing she got them too." I stare at him gauging his reaction, his face is still stone, unmoving in the uncomfortable silence. I pick up Nightmare, who has been rubbing against my leg for a bit, and scratch his head as he wants.

"Fine, I won't push further but I have terms."

"Really?" What would he need terms for?

"1, you don't reveal my identity to anyone. 2, you will not acknowledge that you know my family’s identities. 3, I come whenever I like as Robin or as Damian. 4, I add terms whenever I please."

"Why would I agree to any of that? I'm the one who has your identity." He smiles.

"Because I will tell Batman this information, and he doesn't talk as kindly to people hiding something. You obviously still are, but for now, I'll let it slide I'm sure by now you've decided to watch the news, so you know what he does." I gulp, I did see his more recent victim and he looked traumatized.

"Alright fine, but I binge so if you fall asleep tough luck, I'm not going back."

"Fine," he reaches back and pulls out his mask which he puts back on, walking out to the kitchen. "I back in a bit, pull out your couch bed while I'm gone. I will be staying here a while." I get up after him.

"Hey, that offer is for when I thought you were some homeless bums who fights crime, gets money from villain's wallets. You have a perfectly good bed at home!" He turns back one foot on the railing and a grappling hook in hand. "Term 6, I will stay as long as I like." he jumps off like before, not giving me a chance to speak.

"Bastard! I need my alone time!" He's gone I don't even know if he heard me. I grumble pulling out the spare sheets and blankets to set up the bed. "He better be paying rent, smug rich kid."

"Meow." Nightmare looks over at the window Robin left of.

"Yes, he's coming back."

"Meow"

"No, I'm not going tell him, not until I have to."

"Merrow"

"Shut up." I kick the side of the couch holding the two large cushions that lay on it, the bed springs out and makes a satisfying thud on the floor. "Go and see if the data has finished downloading, then put it back in the box I'll make you something in a how you feel about tuna our downstairs grandparents gave me a can."

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The sheets are made, the cat is fed and now I am going over how I was going to cover for another person. How much would he eat, can he survive on pastries, ramen, and eggs. How long was he staying, would his family come asking about him seeing as he was here before. At both times, when he broke my window, and when they came for coffee.

"Hey, open the door." The voice is cold but still recognizable. I get up slowly taking my time getting there along with opening the door. He hurries in, dressed in some normal-ish clothes that still look expensive, but he still dressed like he came out of a photo shoot. He not only has a suitcase but some grocery bags, I frown at those. He seems to notice because he forgets his suitcase and charges into the kitchen. "Hey!"

"Y/N I am not eating ramen and eggs for god knows how long. I will cook a decent meal and you will have something healthy."

"How did you know I only had eggs and ramen?"

"I went through your fridge," He places a bag of tomatoes in the bottom drawer where I see green onions and various other veggies.

"I make stir-fry once a month, you have bought enough greens and reds to make that for two weeks. I don't even have rice."

"You don't like it when people spend money on you, do you?"

"I don't need other people's money," He opens his mouth, but I stop him raising a finger cutting him off. "And before you mention Molly, she remains the exception. Not that me telling her not to stops her."

"And why is that." He stops putting the food in the fridge.

"Because I've been friends with her longer," I look back at his bags and frown. "How long do you plan on staying again."

"For as long as I please."

"Won't they come looking for you? Your family I mean, the Detective stops by almost every day."

"Grayson won't be a problem, I left them a trail that leads to several other places." He stuffs the last of the food in the fridge, getting up and looking out the balcony window. "Should take a long while." I can hear the smugness in his voice.

"Your happy you tricked your brothers aren't you." He turns around forcing himself to frown but the corners of his lips twitch.

"Ho, you're a bastard Wayne."

"You're really gonna curse me?"

"You didn't tell me I couldn't Damian." I grab my computer and open Hulu putting on Star Trek; Next-generation where I left off. "Hope you enjoy space adventure, because I'm not starting this over its seven seasons and 4 movies. I'm halfway through season 3, if you want context just ask." I glance up signaling that I am waiting for a response, he leans on the wall in front of my kitchen. I can't read his face, but his face of neutral displeasure wasn't much better. "So, your done feeling good about yourself, or is there something else you need."

"It's been something I've been wondering for a while now, those iridescent pieces you fed me."

"Part of my mother's work." Not a complete lie,

"Was that what those missing journals about?"

"No." More of a lie but not wrong. He groans anyway, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Man, you really like to cut in deep and waste time. Just come here and watch some Star Trek with me I need someone else to groan in pain about Counselor Troy's and Will Riker's on and off slow burn romance." Begrudgingly he walks over plopping down next to me.

"Your tastes in tv are odd."

"You have no idea, my tastes in something go everywhere, after this and Highlander I have several old cartoons next. First, I might have to gather what you know about the Quack pack, Goof troop, Ducktales, and all that pizazz. Though I have a feeling that you would like Darkwing Duck more, or it could possibly be too relatable." He gives me a look.

"How could I relate to a duck?"

"We are a long way from that now, at the moment we must bear witness to Captain Picard and his adventures commanding the USS Enterprise."

"Has anyone told you how unbelievably weird you are?"

"Sir, you have entered my life for what looks to be the long run. You will experience the kind of weirdness only Molly has ever seen. But now that you are basically my roommate you might see more." I pat his shoulder. "So, buckle up, because this is now you've got a seat on this roller-coaster, and you can't get off till the car reaches a complete stop. Now can we please get back to the show I want to see some cosmic action?"

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"Was that a statement or a question?"

"He can achieve the perception of feeling with a chip that goes into his hyper-advanced brain, lets his brother take it but can't make his own."

"I lent you my computer to catch up to where I left off for one night and that's what you're hung upon."

"Yes," his eyes look serious while he shoves some oatmeal in his mouth. "You are the one who can't stand the slow burn."

"Touche."

Before we got to the last season, Damian had asked he could see the rest of the show before the finally. I didn't expect that he would binge because it was a weekend, he even made extensive notes on character weakness. He still went out on patrol every night but came back with no one tailing him. That's what he says at least. He looks tired, with bags under his eyes and just lacking energy altogether.

"While I'm at work please go to sleep, you look like you fought an energy vampire and lost."

"I wouldn’t have lost to a vampire, they’re not that hard to kill.”

“But they drink blood they need to get close; energy vampires are more psychic they don’t even have to be a real monster.” He stops eating/

“How so?”

“They could be emotionally, physically, and mentally draining people. You know like Deity Skimmer, the girl in our science class. You can’t kill the energy-sucking vibes she gives off, can you.” He snorts behind his hand.” I mean it, even creatures of the night need sleep.” I drop my dishes off in the sink. I walk off to the door putting on my boots, I hear the chair slide and I feel his judging eyes digging holes in the back of my skull.

“Once again your conditions said nothing about teasing you, suck it up.” He scoffs. “I’ll be back around 5, don’t break any more windows while I’m gone.” I close the door before I hear any remarks once more about the incident. Though I laugh to myself, I straighten out my outfit and head down to the wonderful smells of the coffee shop. I walk slowly down the stairs looking out to the crowd that had been seated in the lounge. My managers were out by the couches talking to one of the regulars. Pull me behind the counter and relieve my coworker Meg, she looks exhausted and excuses herself. She takes what I assume is her coffee and puts away her apron and rushes out the door. I finish out what she didn’t clean and wait for anyone to come up to the counter. *Ring* though it is loud I hear the bell for the door ring.

“I’ll be with you in just a moment, I need to clean the nozzle here.”

“That’s fine, I can wait.” I flinch but catch myself, so it looks like I flicked something. I turn around with the best smile I can pull off. The sleep-deprived brother of Damian, peers at me from under his hair a frown tugging on his face.

“Oh hey! You came here with detective Grayson last time. Is there anything you would like?”

“Coffee.”

“Any particular kind?”

“Anything that will keep me from sleeping on this counter.” He knocks on the surface twice.

“I Can recommend our D&D potion bottle, it’s a personal favorite of the owners.”

“Why not, how much?” He fumbles around for his pockets, I stop him.

“How about, I make get it for you, and then you pay.” He brings his hands back on the counter and nods.

“I will only be a few minutes, please make yourself comfortable.” I pull out the ingredients for our powerful concoction, the pho fried ice cream, a large potion bottle with a straw, and 20-sided dice. I place the potion bottle in front of him and the ice cream but hand him the dice. He stares at the shiny plastic unmoving.

“I would roll that.” He does what I say and lands on a nine. “Well, sir after this one you can either have another potion or chose two desserts of any kind from our display or menu.” He takes a sip from the straw rather slow; his eyes perk up a bit.

“How Much did you say this was?”

“Oh! That will be $9.23?” He pulls out the exact amount, and I put it away in the register, placing it in the compartment marked D&D.

“And I would like another one of these to go.”

“Sure, would you like it now or before you go?”

“Well now should be nice, I’m leaving in just a bit.” I pull out a cup that is relatively the same size as the potion bottle. I go to give him his cup and notice that he finished the bottle and ice cream. Confusion hits me, but I don’t stare too long to turn to clean the mess. “Have you seen Damian at all?” And there it was.

“No, not since the Gala? Did something happen?”

“There was a…disagreement so he ran out, but if you see him,” He handed me a piece of paper with a string of numbers and an email. “Tell me. That is my number and email.” He does not say anymore and walks out the door, the bell signaling his departure.

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When I got back, I told Damian what happened, he isn’t pleased and is currently pacing the floor.

“My guess is that he knows.” I sigh over my tea and stare sadly at the replaced window.

“No doubt.”

“You know I was rather hoping not to be having another visit from the Batman. What will happen when they find out that I know about the caped crusader thing.”

“He’ll either force into secrecy, turn you into a child crusader, or confine you to the manor.”

“So in other words no privacy.”

“None.”

“As lovely as that would be you told me this was temporary, so why can’t you go back?”

“At the Gala I was supposed to keep you entertained at the table so that we could trap you into to talking about those journals.” I knew it.

“So, you lied to me.” I look at him, faking shock and betrayal.

“It was for the sake of the investigation; I didn’t think that I would end up-.” He examines my expression and face palms. “What’s wrong with you.”

“I like to call it “I laugh in the face of danger” Syndrome, in a moment of despair I crave comedy.”

“You're worse than Grayson.”

“I like him, so I’ll let this one slide.” I sip the warm liquid feeling soothed at the pumpkin spice. “What are you going to do now?” Nightmare jumps on the table noticing my concern and waiting for his answer from me. He walks to the corner where he put his bag then went to the closet pulling out my suitcase. He then grabs his outfit Robin outfit from the coat rack and his other materials. “Get packed, we’re leaving. I’ll grab Nightmare’s things gab whatever you need. And I mean need, don’t pick it up unless it’s necessary.”

“What? I can’t just leave, what about my job? School?!” He Pulls out my backpack and puts some food in it. “Damian!”

“Just trust me, I’ll take care of it! I don’t want you tangled up in my family’s nonsense.” He looks at me something odd swirling in his eyes. “Please.”

“Fine,” I grab my suitcase and pack my box and my compiece which hasn’t gotten back to me on its progress. I throw a few sets of clothes. I open the box to make sure the journals, the scales, and everything else, then I hide it under the clothing and my laptop in the front pocket. I thank myself for making sure to get a suitcase that has a double use as a backpack. In the living room, Damian is all packed the bag is strapped across his chest and he’s holding Nightmare.

“Let’s go.” He hands me Nightmare and pulls me to the balcony. He pulls out and belts with a ring pultruded out on one side swiftly put it around me connecting the loop to his belt. “Hold on tight, and don’t let go till I tell you.” I Sling an arm around him and grip on to Nightmare, he doesn’t hesitate and shoots across the balcony with his grappling gun. I screw my eyes shut. And wait to stop, my heart beats wildly in my chest Nightmare begins purring maybe in hopes to soothe me. I feel something wrong, but it would mean I was away from the Crows. I’m running again, even if it’s not me who chose this it still feels wrong. Because in the direction he’s going it seems that we were leaving Gotham. And for some reason, I feel like it would be a while before I returned.

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kingarmorking · 3 years

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any more thoughts to share about the extended family in the hon au? do any of them live nearby? does anyone notice when danny starts acting strangely? what do they think of dani/how is she introduced?

OK I REALLY HAD TO THINK ABOUT THIS

Danny's the only one in his family that lives in amity park! hes got a few aunts/uncles/cousins that live relatively close by (driving distance at least! though some are longer drives than others see maddie's sister) they get together on the Lunar New Year and talk with the rest of his family over (…fuck whats relevant now. zoom? facetime?? discord??? yall know what i mean) in Korea, which include other aunts/uncles/cousins and his grandparents!

Danny's family (everyone who lives in America anyway) have an annual trip to go to Korea around Chuuseok and they spend about a month there or so to spend time with his entire family ("My, my look at how you've grown young man!" "Thanks halmoni but I really haven't grown much since last year")

OK SO THIS. DO ANYONE NOTICE DANNY ACTING STRANGELY. I'm of the belief that Danny was pretty quiet and didn't interact a lot with his extended family at first (lots of people who youre just suddenly thrust into meeting can be A Lot) but they let him keep to himself and when he felt comfortable enough is when he would seek out the rest of the kids his age to talk to (though maddie's side of the family don't quite approve of jack and his obsession with ghosts) so if he avoided them for a little bit no they didn't really notice

HOWEVER. on jack's side of the family he's got two older twin cousins (i literally just made them up as i type this and i really like the idea so ill draw them later) who straight up know that he's Phantom ("Wait you two know!?" "Your alias's name is Danny Phantom. That's not exactly subtle.") they don't really care though, they keep his secret and while they like learning about ghosts similar to the rest of the family, actually keeping tradition? eh theyre indifferent. theyre about 18-19

hes got a younger cousin on Maddie's side of the family (who lives in Korea) and thinks that Danny's side of the family is one of the coolest things on the planet but her parents do not share the same opinion unfortunately

theres an uncle on Maddie's side that thinks Jack is hilarious, the two drink during family gatherings while jack spouts all the stories hes got about fighting ghosts in amity park. in that same vein hes got an aunt on Jack's side that's always competing with him and Maddie about how much progress shes made in terms of inventions or studies regarding ghosts of differing cultures

when it comes to Ellie… theyre all understandably confused ("You had another child and didn't ever tell us?? Let alone bring them to meet us??") after an abridged version of what happened with Ellie (and subsequently with Danny) there's… a lot of mixed feelings at first.

the two twin cousins are angry at Jack and Maddie on Danny's behalf ("You tried to kill your son so you could dissect him!" "Did you not ever think about why they look so damn similar?!") honestly a majority of the family (esp on Maddie's side) feel that way but are more subdued, the cousins are the ones who are most vocal about it

Danny's younger cousin isn't allowed to interact with his family that year and his uncle doesn't drink with Jack. Chuuseok is… awkward that year, everyone actually leaves earlier than the month. they spend the 3 days and then go back their separate ways to take in everything that happened

things don't go back to normal right away, not even for the Lunar New Year a few months after. Ellie feels bad cause she thinks she may have caused the shift so Danny and Jazz take it into their own hands to orchestrate Chuuseok the following year with their grandparents

when everyone goes back to Korea the next year (cause it's still tradition, they don't want to miss out on it) they all basically say that what's done is done, they can't change it but are taking the steps to heal and get better. their grandparents agree and say that through it all they have a new member of the family who should get the chance to learn about everything she missed

things start getting better; the twins still avoid Jack and Maddie but they talk with Ellie and help her get more relaxed being amongst so many new people, the younger cousin ends up being super close to Ellie and they talk over messengers. His uncle starts to drink with Jack again and his aunt brings up her inventions again

Danny and Jazz are happy, things are still awkward but it's getting better at least

#danny phantom #danny phantom au #danny hon au #king talks

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jingersnosescrunch · 3 years

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I completely agree with your comment that people's virulent criticism of Jessa making do with a small house is rooted in classism. They act like she has her kids locked in cages just because things can get a little cramped at times. They have a nice bedroom and they're all sleeping in real beds. Some people don't understand that sometimes when a family is lower income they simply have to share rooms. My mother had to share a room with her younger sister for many years, and their two older brothers also shared a room. That doesn't make my grandparents abusive or neglectful, and it doesn't mean they were broke either. They just didn't have enough money to get a house big enough for four children to each have their own room. The Duggars and other fundies obviously have awful views and have done terrible things that are rightfully criticized. But unfortunately I think a lot of snarkers use that as an excuse to shit on poor southerners and "white trash." They seem to associate things like sharing bedrooms, hand-me-down clothes, and canned/cheap food with abusive behavior.

Yes you’re totally right! My parents shared a two bedroom apartment when I was born with my aunt uncle and baby cousin. We did eventually move when they got more money but then my brother came and I shared a room until I was about 12. My parents were far from perfect but none of the bad things had anything to do with sharing a room!

It’s also super socially acceptable to look down on things that are poor. Most people who are upper middle class won’t interact with people who share rooms, eat canned food, or have hand me downs. You rarely see poor people on tv either.

Obviously I’m all about snarking on fundies! Hence my tumblr but it’s important to be mindful of our prejudices.

#seewald family #jessa seewald

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clintonmadrid · 4 years

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Shrinking Violet

I grew up as a person who believed that I'm not good at things I absolutely love to do. My hobby was to degrade myself, my physical appearance and abilities. I do that in order for me to feel less upset when people give their judgements about me. Whenever I want to try and do something, I don't really ask for help even if I don't know how to start. Or if i'm just really curious to know what something is all about. I discover how it works by myself, little by little. I believe, being shy is one of the effects of my thoughts of being a weakling. I am surrounded by talented people. My relatives are good in sports, cooking, running a business, singing or dancing, sometimes both. And some lucky enough to be good at everything. There are also some relatives that are only good at pulling others down, judging and degrading them. But I'm not one of them.

I admire my great grandparents; mamang and papang, mom and dad. I swear, they are all good looking. I'm not saying this to brag or anything, but I'm sure my father's brothers and sister are talented enough to be artists. That also goes to my mom, dad and my cousins. It's a good thing I have my family who always believes in me. They believe that I can do better, without making someone else feel inferior. They taught me that being kind to others is an astounding way to spend a life and give back to the Almighty. I am also grateful because I am close to my aunts and uncles (my dad's siblings). They helped and are still helping us to be better. When I say better, I mean at everything. Starting from the smallest thing up to the biggest. Because of them, I started to believe in my physical ability and started building my confidence.It is through their guidance that made me the man I am now. I have been taught that despite of other people's religion, ethnicity, race and even sexual orientation, it is not moral to judge them. To be honest, I respect people a lot. Especially those whom I know comes from a different ethnicity as mine. We will never know what hardships others had to face, what battles they have to win just to be themselves. We have our own challenges, our ups and downs in life. I stand with people who are bullied and who are experiencing criticism because of their race, gender or their physical appearance and abilities. I may be not strong as I look, but I can fight for what I know and believe is right. I only fear God and my parents. I don't have time to deal with people who are arrogant and disrespectful. But if they choose to be in my way or in the way of people that I respect and love, I am ready to fight. My father once told me, "Awan serbim nga tau nu pangas ka" (You are useless when you're arrogant.) I have respect for people who, in return respects me and the people I truly care about. But if someone is being arrogant and degrading other people is labeled as their hobby, then I can't respect them. I know that it's how they live their life but I know that it is not moral. I believe that it's truly a shame if someone continues to live like that. I know God made a way for me to share a part of who I truly am.

This blog can serve as an eye opener for other people and the youth after my generation, to always remind them to be kind. Our purpose is to spread love and positivity, even in the simplest and smallest ways and to stand up for our rights and for others as well. Aight, Peace!

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 5 years

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Everything’s Gonna Be Alright

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC Stark

Rating: PG

Warning(s): Mentions of Character Death, Fluff & Angst

Word Count: 2,235

Info: I entered @littledarlinhavefaithinme Sebastian Stan Summer Song Writing Challenge. I choose to do it based off of Lullaby by Shawn Mullins. So I loosely and I mean loosely based it off the song, where she grew up with Tony, and Bucky does quote my favorite line of the song at the end. Also big thanks to @coffeebucko for making my moodboard!

Synopsis: Bruce snaps everyone back into existence and Thanos is gone. 5 years have passed and many things have changed for Remedy Stark, she’s an older sister, her dads gotten married to her mother figure and she isn't sure where she fits in it all.

Remedy Stark was born at the tail end of the ’80s, her father couldn't tell her much about how she was born but he could tell her about her mother and the story of how she was brought to him. Remedy could recount the story of being dropped off at her dad, Tony’s front doorstep by her mothers grieving friend. How Tony took one look at six-year-old her and cursed under his breath.

Remedy started showing her mutant abilities just a few months after she had moved in with her father. Tony had been working with some tools when he cut his finger open, feeling bad Remedy walked over grabbed her father's finger and kissed it. After telling him it was all better Tony looked down to find it healed with not even a scar left behind. That night they sat at the breakfast nook where Tony made Remedy promise she would keep her powers to them, and she did till she fixed Uncle Rhodey’s broken arm.

Tom Cruise, Johnny Depp, Bono, Mariah Carey, 2Pac, Elon Musk, Madonna, Michael J. Fox, Kevin Costner, Liv Tyler, Whitney Houston, Richard Branson, Steven Tyler, Bruce Springsteen, Celine Dion, and Leonardo DiCaprio were among the few who partied at the Stark mansion, getting to see Remedy Stark grow up. She learned to speak many languages, her best friend was an artificial intelligence named Just A Rather Very Intelligent System, or Jarvis for short, her father created, till she went to a private charter school.

Now Remedy, wasn’t as smart as her father, but she did skip a few grades here and there, graduating at the age of 14 in 2001. The same year Pepper Potts entered both her and her father's life, she watched them dance around each other in fawning, praying for the day when either her dad grew mature or one of them made a move. That was also the year her second mutation activated, all Remedy had to do was think of a place she wanted to be and she would end up there, unfortunately, it happened in front of both Pepper and her father. It became a family secret.

Years went by, she watched the only woman she ever saw as a mother figure dive in love with her father, while he became a superhero. Aliens it turned out were real, a frozen super-soldier her father spent his entire existence in the shadow was alive, assassins could have their own family and be a damn good friend, also Nazis it turned out were still around.

Being called an Avenger was pretty amazing, but what felt even more amazing to Remedy was saving lives. Fixing the wrongs in the world that you could. Remedy found a family in the Avengers. Wanda was someone who was her own and that could relate to the pressures of being someone with powers. Steve soon after the battle New York, became her best friend, a brother she never she wanted, along with Clint and Sam. Natasha, well she was another Aunt and another mother figure of sorts who brought along Bey. Bey was Natasha’s child, her pride and joy, but also Remedy’s best friend.

Turns out when you get shocked by Thor when trying to save a small nation, well it can awaken hidden powers where you can open portals. Soon everyone knows your secrets and governments well they don't care that you are a Stark, or that you save lives, they notice the fallout you leave behind.

Remedy knew Steve and her father Tony getting along was never going to last, they always had a fallout but they always came together in the end. This time Remedy wasn't able to foretell the destruction, Thunderbolt Ross would have on the group. Remedy left to go bury her Godmother Peggy Carter, then the next thing she knew she was a wanted fugitive.

Tony wanted her to hate Bucky, for killing her grandparents she barely knew, but she couldn't find it in her. It wasn't Bucky’s fault it was the men behind the controls. She could be angry at Steve for not telling her father but she could easily forgive him attempting to protect his best friend, she would do the same for Wanda and Bey.

When it was all over, said and done, T’Challa welcomed Remedy along Bey to lay low in Wakanda when they weren't trying to be vigilantes. Pepper would meet up with Remedy behind Tony’s back, updating her on her father as well as her godfather. Always going their separate ways with a hug and tears in their eyes.

Than Thanos happened and one moment she was assisting Natasha to get up after healing her broken arm, getting ready to open a portal, next she saw her body turning to ash before her very eyes. Next, she was standing between Sam Wilson, Bucky with Bey who was transformed into a Mammoth with both Princess Shuri and Spiderman on their back, as they were being portalled back to New York.

Remedy fought long and hard, the burning feeling in lungs, long since came a constant reminder she was alive. Working back to back with Wanda most of the fight, sending people her way, or defending Spider-Man, or well Peter, he had stopped to introduce himself and to apologize for the black eye back in Germany. Yeah, she could grow to like the kid and could see why her dad did too.

Seeing her dad again for the first time in what felt like forever, was crazy, especially when Remedy half expected him to yell at her, instead he hugged her. Remedy honestly couldn't remember the last time her father had hugged her. He held her tightly to the metal suit he had long lost his helmet it seemed, Remedy could have sworn she felt tears hit her scalp.

“You are so grounded young lady, I don’t care if you are 30 years old, you are grounded! No television, phone, no boys, we are going to have a long talk about what it means to be a vigilante and not talk to our parents.” Tony broke the silence that surrounded them, trying to make his daughter laugh, while she tugged him down to dodge a laser beam heading their way.

Remedy wasn't sure how long the fight even lasted but for her, it ended with her on Bey’s Polar Bear form a few yards away from Bruce Banner who was in possession of the gauntlet. Bruce snapped and the next thing she noticed was the aliens they had been fighting were turning to dust. Thanos was defeated and all of a sudden it felt like a weight was lifted off their shoulders. Exhaustion hit Remedy hard and it was expected so the last thing she remembered was the white fur, hitting her face before she was caught by Clint.

The drive to wherever they were going seemed to drag on as Remedy got stuck between the two super soldiers, a guy named Frank Castle was driving and he wouldn't let anyone touch for stereo. Somehow Sam had won a coin toss and got to ride shotgun, while in the very back Bey was sharing their iPod with Wanda and Karen Page, was snoring.

When Remedy came to in the back of a truck that belonged to Castle, Pepper had been pushing her hair back. Tears had been cascading down her face even though she was smiling, Remedy had tried to smile but everything in her body has hurt. Pepper was in her suit of armor, Remedy remembered choking out the colors were far better than Dad’s, making Pepper laugh. Tony had leaned over the side of the truck kissing the crown of her head, reminding her favoritism sucked.

Soon they were invited back to Stark-Potts household because of course they got married, but it turns out they no longer lived in the city but out by Lake George. The two-hour drive listening to classic rock and alternative rock, barley any legroom, the constant sniff, and cough was starting to get to Remedy. Almost making her wish she had taken up the Peter Quill guy, or even Scott Lang offers up for a lift.

As Hozier’s voice crooned about how he should have taken better care of his lover, the road Frank had turned on to suddenly became bumpy. Steve sat up straighter, suddenly elbowing Remedy in the ribs with his sharp elbow, causing her to take a deep intake of breath. Bucky reached around Remedy smacking his best friend on the back of the skull, getting a laugh out of Wanda and Bey in the back. Steve gave her an apologetic look as they drew closer to a cabin that looked almost luxurious, right away Remedy knew this was one of her Dad’s places.

As the Range Rover came to a slow stop, Remedy noticed Happy, Pepper, and Rhodey standing on the porch together, with drinks in their hands. Remedy followed Bucky out of the car and saw the lake to her left, it's beauty was serene, she could see why Pepper and her Dad would settle here. Suddenly arms were around Remedy’s legs and holding on tightly to her, with no foreseeable plan to let go it seemed.

“Remy, Daddy said he would bring you home and he did! Mom said you would teach me how to play guitar and you’d Dutch braid. I’m so happy your home.” Remedy stared down at the little girl at her legs in confusion before she heard footsteps nearing, and a hand was placed on top of the little girls head. That hand is turned our belonged to her father and beside him was Pepper, both of which were smiling at her.

“Remedy, this is Morgan, we had her shortly after the snap. Morgan this is your older sister Remedy.” Tony was now holding Morgan in his arms, who continued to stare at Remedy was adoration.

“I know who Remedy is Daddy, I have her picture at my bedside, I tell her goodnight every night and I read to her. Well not her, the picture of her, but now I can read to her because you brought her home to us, as you promised!” Remedy felt her heart rate skyrocket, she had a sister, she had been gone five years and so much has changed. To the right, she could hear Bey screaming no, as Clint was saying sorry, everything felt louder, her breathing more shallow.

“Remy?” Pepper put her hand on her shoulder like she used to do when she was a teenager, and she felt the world was out to get her, but Pepper always reassured her, she was stronger than those who brought her down. Remy tried her hardest to smile at Morgan, but she felt perhaps it still came out more like a grimace than anything else.

“Morgan, it's so good to meet you. If you don't mind, I just need a second to catch my breath.” Remedy had reached over and squeezed her little sister soft delicate hand in a loving gesture before she turned away from her family. Her legs taking her out towards the edge of the dock of the lake, hands-on her hips she found herself struggling to breathe as her mind raced.

Where did she belong now? Why did she have to leave all those years ago, she should have come home with the tail tucked between her legs and signed the accords, they could have been a family. She had missed out on the wedding, the one she had wished for since she was a pre-teen, on her birthday cakes and falling stars. Tony had taken in Peter Parker, Spider-Man who was a pretty cool kid, but still, she missed out on seeing them interact. Here she was a big sister and she missed five years of bed life and yet she seemed to know everything about her, acted like she was the best thing in the world. What would Morgan think when she found out that she wasn't all that great?

An arm around her shoulder, the scent of metal, tea tree, sandalwood, amber, leather, and moss hit her nose, indicating Bucky was the one at her side. He ran his flesh hand up and down her arm, as he put his face in her hair shushing her as she began to cry. Remedy didn't need to be told that Natasha was also gone, along with Vision, people they lost in the war. Her family was falling apart and she felt so broken, yet here was a man she spent weeks on the run, months in Wakanda with, comforting her.

“I’m not sure about you, but I feel a little lost right now, but that's because we are in a strange place, but I promise you Remedy, you got me. You aren’t alone and we’ve got Sam and Bey as well as Steve.” Remedy kept her head in the crook of Bucky’s neck as the vibrations of his voice soothed her along with the smoothing up and down motions of him rubbing her back.

“Everything’s going to be alright.” Bucky kissed the crown of her forehead and looked out at the water while he just held Remedy in his. He vowed to keep her safe and maybe they could help each other piece themselves back together in this messed up world.

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