#Both of my parents are history majors and my mom is a history teacher

[floralcavern]

My opinion on the IDF

(Because, yes, despite me being Pro-Israel, I still have ✨thoughts✨)

People need to stop comparing the I/P conflict to the Holocaust. It is nothing like the Holocaust and Israel is nothing like Germany. And you making that comparison really shows how little you actually know about WW2. Read any history book. Read Anne Frank, or Night. In fact, the closest thing to the Holocaust that is happening in this war is what is happening to the Israeli hostages. They are under way more of those conditions. 

No. If we are to ever compare this to any other war, it is more similar to the Vietnam War. 

The IDF is very similar to US soldiers in Vietnam.

Look. We can all agree that US was on the right side of Vietnam. They were helping the Southern Vietnamese from the Northern Vietnamese. So when you hear “They were on the right side/good side” you automatically think they were the good guys. Wonderful heroes. And, yes, Vietnam veterans were heroes. But they did some fucked up shit. 

For example, according to one veteran, one time when one of his friends had been murdered, out of anger, they all burned an entire town down. US soldiers took out a lot of their frustrations and anger onto the Vietnamese. So while we all agree that they are on the right side and are the good guys, they did some fucked up shit. Stuff that cannot be excused at all. 

Another example is in WW2! We all think of the allies as the good guys! They fought against the terrible Nazis and yadada. America was on the good side, they were one of the main sides that took down Germany! So while we acknowledge that America was the right side the be on, we cannot forget the horrible things they did. For example..

They had Japanese concentration camps. 

Bet you didn’t know that. 

The reason for this was because the amount of violence they saw and experienced was involved with Japan. They were traumatized but it is no excuse to do something like that!

America was the right side, but they weren’t the perfect military. 

No military is perfect!!!!!!!!!!!

That includes the IDF. 

But here’s the thing, on the side of the ‘good guys’, usually when there’s extremely violent people in the military, there are usually two reasons for this. 

They have experienced horrors beyond comprehension while fighting on the battlefield, causing them to become jaded and bitter

Or 

2. They were always a violent person and they joined the war to take that out onto others. 

It is the tragic reality that every single military has people like this. It is history. The historical ‘good guys’ did horrible things as well. 

That brings me back to the Vietnam War. 

The soldiers saw so many horrible things that could actually compare very well to what the IDF has seen. 

US soldiers had no way to tell if a citizen was Northern Vietnamese or Southern Vietnamese. 

Usually by the time they learned, it was too late. 

There are stories of US soldiers having a Vietnamese child come up to them, holding something. About to give them a gift! But when they opened their hand, they were holding a grenade. 

That is so similar to what Hamas is doing. They use suicide bombers and child soldiers. Things like that will create an idea of they can’t trust anyone. Anyone could be out to hurt them and there’s the idea of almost animalistic fighting for survival. How can you trust when Hamas could literally send a child out to kill you?!

So, really, if you think about it, the US soldiers of the Vietnam War are very similar to the IDF. 

That sense of they can’t trust anyone, violence due to the trauma and being surrounded by enemies trying to do the same fucking thing (hell, Hamas has been committing terrorist attacks on Israel for years now). Even what the two sides fight for are somewhat similar! 

The US fought to help the Southern Vietnamese and gain freedom from their Northern neighbors. Israel is fighting for freedom from their neighbors who are constantly attacking them and freeing Palestinians from their oppressive government. 

It starts out virtuous and those ideas do carry on for the most part, but it also dissolves into animalistic violence and anger because of the shit they have seen.

Also, the way US Vietnam soldiers were treated in America is actually really similar to how Americans treat the IDF. 

Nowadays when we meet a Vietnam veteran, we comment on how brave they are and how they’re a hero. Back then, though? Ohhhhh boy. Americans hated them. When soldiers would come home, Americans would yell at them, spit on them, etc. Now, doesn’t that sound familiar?

So, TLDR;

I support Israel and I support the IDF in the same way I support America in WW2 and the Vietnam War. They’re on the right side and have virtuous intent, but they sure as hell aren’t perfect and have done some fucked up shit. Yknow. Like every other military in the world. The sad reality we live in. Not everything is black and white.

#I was actually going off on this rant to my parents and when I had finished #My dad leaned over and said #“You deserve a cookie dough” #And handed me a piece #Both of my parents are history majors and my mom is a history teacher #So they were all like #“We raised you so well” #I/p #i/p conflict #the idf #current events #Vietnam war #israel #palestine #hamas #fuck hamas #free Palestine from hamas #ww2 #world war 2 #Soldier and veteran psychology is not something any normal person can understand #That’s why it’s important to actually think about it and not think of everything as black and white #The point of history is to learn from past mistakes and see things as a bigger picture #israel palestine conflict #israel palestine war

[blackcat419]

Thanks to @2rats1gogh for the tag!

1. were you named after anyone? My name is my mom’s middle name. I want to make it a tradition and name my daughter with my middle name.

2. when was the last time you cried? I don’t remember when exactly I last cried but I know it was probably about my dad and him changing to a person I don’t really recognize anymore. We’re on better terms now but his actions have really hurt me and my family.

3. do you have kids? Unless you count my cat then no. I really like kids and do think I want one but only when I’m financially able to have one and know that they’re not being born into a hellscape world :/

4. what sports do you play/have you played? I played basketball and volleyball as a kid but dropped out due to mental health issues and also coaches being toxic af

5. do you use sarcasm? No absolutely not. Stone face serious all the time. Hehe yeah I do but I can’t keep a straight face for long before breaking.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people? I notice people’s styles first. What kind of clothes they wear, how they accessorize, and if they fit into a sub culture.

7. what’s your eye color? Pale blue almost grey.

8. scary movies or happy endings? I really like scary movies but I think I enjoy stories with happy endings a lot more. Scary movies are good short fun while happy endings can stick with you a lot longer.

9. any talents? Im double jointed in both thumbs and my left pointed finger! I would bend my thumb back as a kid and freak my parents out and I thought it was hilarious! For talents I’ve cultivated, I design clothes, I draw, and sometimes I can write!

10. where were you born? Pacific Northwest United States , won’t get more specific (hehe sound like pacific) than that.

11. what are your hobbies? I love playing video games and board games!

12. any pets? Currently have 4 cats and 1 pug. My profile pic is modeled after my oldest cat Molly who is almost 15 years old.

13. how tall are you? Im 5’8” which is 1.72 meters

14. favorite subject in high school? My favorite subject was any art class from drawing, painting, jewelry making, and glass art! My favorite teacher taught American history and politics and he made them really fun to study!

15. dream job? Current dream job that I’m working towards is becoming the Creative Director of a major fashion brand like Alexander McQueens or Schiaparelli.

Some people I’ll tag if they want to participate! @esther-dot @ceoofhelaegon @maryonaccross and @gurlbye-1

#tag game!

[emc2beans]

Okay, here we go, I have thought about this way too much. The premise for my modern au is that Llewellyn + friends are taking a gap year after graduating high school. It still takes place in Eorzea (Gridania specifically), but with modern stuff.

Gwynedd and Llewellyn would both work at their family's open-late gym The Shipyard. Gwyn works full-time and Llewellyn works part-time. Gwyn is a qualified personal trainer who spends her free time hanging out with her friends from community college, playing ttrpgs and stuff. Llewellyn isn't sure what he wants to do for college or if he even wants to go at all, which is why he's taking a gap year to figure things out.

Isolde is a freelance artist and recently started as an art teacher at a local private school. She loves her students but hates their parents. There is also a rumor that she's dating one of the young history teachers.

As for Llewellyn's friends:

Riveaux is working at his dad's mechanic shop/hardware store to save up money for college. He really wants to go to a prestigious performing arts school (think Juilliard) for both drama and music, but he knows his dad can't afford it and he REFUSES to ask his mother for money. It's 50% his pride and 50% because he knows she'll want a say in where he goes to school.

Syden isn't working per se but he does help his botanist parents out with field work sometimes, or he just watches his little brothers for them. He's not super picky about where he goes for his undergraduate degree, just so long as it's near Riveaux.

A'mina and Dire also work for The Shipyard, but specifically in the daycare area. A'mina wants to become a music teacher or something, but she also wants to explore her options.

Dire wants to go to medical school like their mom, but also double major in music. Doctor is the most impressive, gender-neutral title out there and Dr. Saxophone sounds like a really cool stage name (to them, at least).

@boileddogchicken thank you for the ask!

#If anyone wants to hear about the canon ffxiv characters in this au i will ramble again lol #ffxiv oc stuff #answered stuff

[in-my-feels-probably]

Can I get a HOTD or GOT match up? I’m cool with whichever. Romantic ship, please. For physical appearance, I’m 5’4 and while I don’t have a *lot* of upper body strength, I have pretty strong legs (thanks to fencing). I have slightly longer than shoulder length reddish brown hair that, when not in a braid or ponytail, somehow manages to expand and make me look like some kind of witch. I have grey blue eyes and big ol glasses. My pronouns are She/Her and bi, so any gender is good with me.

Personality wise, I’m nerdy, the *mom* friend, quote and observant when I first meet people until I get to know them, but once I get to know someone I let loose and like to have fun. I’m more on the introverted side, but am pretty good at navigating and dealing with/in social situations. I tend to put others needs and wants before my own and am a slightly chronic people pleaser. I’m the friend everyone’s parents love and I’m a bit of a teachers pet. I like doing things for others and I think I’m kind of touch starved.

Hobbies and Likes: I love cats, tea, and reading. As I mentioned above, I do fencing and am the Vice President (soon to be president) of my colleges Fencing Club. I play DnD with my friends and am a part time theatre kid. I love curling up with a cup of tea and a good book (preferably fantasy) and getting lost in the world. I’m a psych major with an interest in social psychology/epidemiology and health psychology and I’m getting a minor in history. I LOVE learning random facts about any and everything and doing trivia. If not stopped, I could go on for hours describing the history of different diseases. As for music, I like musicals/showtunes, songs that sound like something a bard would sing, Jack White, foreign language songs (i.e. Shum by Go_A). I love going to renfests and creating outfits/costumes.

Congrats on the followers and I love your work! ❤️❤️

hi! thank you for participating :)

i know you said both GOT and HOTD, so i’m gonna do GOT for this, but also tell you who id ship you with from HOTD too. i ship you with alicent :)

i ship you with jon!

jon would think it’s so cool that you fence. he wouldn’t know very many ladies who know their way around a sword, and he’d think it’s really cool you know how to use one. i don’t think he has much of a physical type, he just likes people for people. but it would help that he thought you were really cool, on top of being pretty.

jon needs a mom friend/girlfriend. as we’ve seen, he’s not the best in social situations. he’d be comfortable around you, but rely on you a little bit to help him every once in a while. but knowing that you’re both a little introverted, he’d probably be content to just stick with you on your own together. you’d bring out the more lively and carefree side of him, you’d make him smile. people would notice he wasn’t brooding around you as much as he normally did. i think he’d recognize how much you do to make him and other people comfortable. he’d appreciate all that you do to make people happy, but he wouldn’t let anyone walk all over you.

overall, i think he’d love you because of how much you remind him of home. your fencing would remind him of arya, and something about you liking the theater and creating costumes would remind him of sansa. random things you did or liked would remind him of home, and he’d associate you with good memories. and you’d create new memories together.

i think he’d love listening to you talk. i don’t think he reads much, but after a long day, he’d ask you to read to him. he’d never understand why it interested you so much, but it still made him smile to see you so passionate.

“you do realize you’ve been telling me about grayscale for ten minutes, right?”

you’d quirk a brow, grinning at him. “are you not entertained?”

he’d smile, grabbing and squeezing your hand. “i am, love. please, continue.”

#game of thrones x reader #game of thrones #game of thrones imagine #jon snow x reader #jon snow imagine #jon snow #ships #600 followers celebration #600 followers #followers celebration

[mariacallous]

maybe of interest to you

Because this newsletter has a national(-ish) audience, I wanted to share some broad observations that might be helpful as conservatives put all of our schools in their crosshairs.

They came prepared

The temptation is to think of our political opponents as stupid or insane. They might in fact be both, but we can’t think strategically about defeating them without assuming a base level of cunning on their part.

The Berkeley County Republican Party is a well-oiled machine. From the moment the newly elected conservative super-majority members took their seats in the boardroom last night, it was obvious they had a plan and they were sticking to it.

The new members didn’t deliver any flashy soundbites. They hardly discussed their policy proposals at all, aside from a running narrative by their newly installed board chair, Mac McQuillin. McQuilin is one of the longer-serving board members and knows Robert’s Rules of Order. He knew when to call a vote, and his allies on the board dutifully cast their votes in a 6-member bloc. On a 9-member board, they didn’t need to bother with persuading the other side.

This is called party discipline, and Democrats are terrible at it. Progressive activists and politicians could learn a thing or two about tactics here.

They take cues from the national level

Two rallying cries of conservative activists in this country right now are banning uncomfortable discussions of history under the guise of “critical race theory” and forbidding students from learning about the existence of trans people. The messaging is clear and consistent from Tucker Carlson’s mouth to your racist cousin’s ears.

Unlike with Statehouse-level legislation, where watchdog groups like ALEC Exposed track the spread of “model legislation” from the American Legislative Exchange Council, we don’t have a robust way of tracking the spread of billionaires’ pet projects at the level of local school boards (Or maybe we do! Let me know if you have a good resource).

Read enough local news and you start to see the patterns, though. Conservative county council and school board members have no qualms about copying and pasting policies from each other.

Earlier this month in South Carolina, the Horry County School Board set aside a “restricted access” section of school libraries where students can’t read books without parental permission. Book bans and “library consideration policies” were on the agenda in Lexington 3 and Beaufort County school districts this week too, borrowing ideas from Florida’s latest book ban laws.

Following the template, Berkeley County’s school board voted last night to approve a similar book-banning regime, effectively overriding policies that were written by the district’s own school librarians last year.

Aside from conservative media outlets, a vector for the spread of these policies is faux-grassroots organizations like Moms for Liberty, which now boasts 16 chapters in my state alone according to the Post and Courier. M4L-endorsed candidates just won 6 of 9 school board seats in Berkeley County and 5 of 9 seats in Charleston County where I live.

Media Matters had a pretty good summary of their tactics here:

Moms for Liberty is run by Tina Descovich and Tiffany Justice, two former school board members serving in neighboring Florida counties. The group was incorporated on January 1 and has since “grown to 135 chapters in 35 states, with 56,000 members and supporters, according to the organization’s founders,” per the [Washington] Post. Moms for Liberty has county-specific chapters across the country that target local school board meetings, school board members, administrators, and teachers. The group advocates to strip districts of protective COVID-19 measures and modify classroom curriculum to exclude the teaching of “critical race theory” (CRT) and sex education, all in the name of “parental rights.”

If this doesn’t sound familiar yet, it will soon.

Partisanship is out in the open now

School board seats in most school districts are non-partisan positions, meaning that candidates don’t display an (R) or a (D) beside their name on a ballot. Their members are often deeply enmeshed in local party machines, though, and they’re starting to be more brazen about it.

Berkeley County, in the growing inland suburbs of Charleston, underwent a sort of out-in-the-open Republican surge already in 2016. Back then, the county Republican Party gave money and support to 4 candidates who won their races, bringing the number of Republicans on the board to at least 5 out of the 9 seats. The focus at the time was on slashing taxes, which they did while handing out more corporate tax subsidies than all but 2 districts in the United States.

This year saw a subtle shift as the party openly endorsed candidates and put up huge signs advertising their slate of candidates on roadsides across the county. So the Berkeley County School Board is still technically a nonpartisan body, but that’s a distinction without a difference. In local races where candidates traditionally run on shoestring budgets with very little local news coverage, the name recognition from a splashy advertising campaign is often enough to sway the voters.

What we saw last night was the fulfillment of an entire Republican wishlist condensed into 3-and-a-half hours. The conservative board members had more or less broadcast their plans in advance for anyone who was paying attention. We have to contend with the possibility that, beyond cynical ad buys and low-information voting patterns, the majority of Berkeley County voters actually wanted all of this to happen.

They don’t care about losing teachers

I initially went to the board meeting last night to speak against the teacher censorship and book banning proposals — but when I got there, half the room was buzzing with a rumor that the newly elected board would vote to terminate the widely liked superintendent, Dr. Deon Jackson.

The rumors were true. The board apparently discussed the matter behind closed doors during an executive session, but they didn’t explain their reasoning in public. They fired Dr. Jackson in a 6-3 vote along party lines as he sat beside them on the dais, and as he stood to leave, so did nearly all of the teachers in the boardroom. There was jeering and booing, and plenty of people (myself included) warned the school board they were about to worsen their already critical teacher shortage. More and more teachers are ready to walk out for good. The 6-member supermajority did not appear to care at all.

Open theocrats are back

This is a matter of degrees, as religious spectacles and performative prayer never left public meetings in the South, but there was a lot of Bible quoting at last night’s school board meeting.

Ann Conder, a conservative former school board member, used her portion of the public comment period to read from Ephesians 6, in which the Apostle Paul exhorts Christian believers to “put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes.” Based on context, I can only assume the devil’s schemes involve the teaching of American history and human sexuality.

At another time during the meeting, one pro-censorship pastor said he had been meeting regularly with the 6 new school board members in what he described as “more like prayer requests and Bible study” than political organizing. One public commenter said they were glad to know the new board members would be guided by the Holy Spirit to make correct decisions.

In this as in so many other arenas of public life in the United States, the mask is all the way off.

They are immune to shame

According to my notes during the public comment session last night, the Berkeley County School Board heard passionate opposition to their proposals from current teachers, school librarians, and representatives of the Goose Creek NAACP, Charleston Black Lives Matter, Charleston Jewish Federation, Pro Truth SC, and South Carolina Association of School Librarians. Some of us were measured with our words, some of us were not, but together we clearly outnumbered the handful of Moms for Liberty members and Republican operatives in the crowd.

Here’s the thing: It is good to tell them the truth. It is good to confront them. But they don’t care. They won an election and they are going to run roughshod over the schools until we defeat them.

What do we do when our political enemies can’t be persuaded by reason or by shame? What is our plan now that the incoming state superintendent of education, anti-CRT zealot and school privatization activist Ellen Weaver, has gone on camera for an interview with a Proud Boy-adjacent right-wing media mogul to openly brag about her plans to censor teachers and attack public funding of education?

I attended the meeting last night not because my kids are directly affected (we live one county over), but because the attacks on teachers and librarians follow a pattern that I know the Moms for Liberty crowd will try to replicate in all of our schools soon. To the extent that I can fight, speak out, and organize across South Carolina with Freedom to Read SC, I am going to do so. We have to get organized between now and the next election, and we have to do it better than they do.

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The Cloisters

*Lies on the floor*

So I decided to start working on reading some of my non-warhammer books (There are many...) and started with The Cloisters. Dark Academia and occultism mixed in with thriller? Sounds great!

In the premise anyway, in the execution it was... lacking.

Before I go any further I would to once again like to summon a horde of flies to whoever the hell decides to prints stickers onto book covers AH.

More details and spoilers under the read-more:

Buckle up, there’s a lot to talk about.

Ok so let’s start off with the good stuff:

The author nailed the atmosphere, it shifts between dreariness of Ann (our protag) and her view on everything around her, only brightening when at the Cloisters (A real museum so that’s cool) and when around Leo (her love interest) and Rachel (co-worker and person she’s kind of crushing on). There’s also a lot of love towards museums, art and history (fitting given the author’s background as an art history major and teacher).

I also did like the few times the author touched upon the idea that some sections of history are more ‘popular’ than others. How some are more well researched, competition for internships is cut-throat and how people in the field find their ‘spot’ and just stick with it for their whole career.

Negatives... oh boi, there are plenty.

Starting off with the cast, they all suck (and I think that’s the point, which I was fine with). At first I thought Ann’s hollowness was due to the fact she’s dealing with some trauma (Her father has recently died, she was in the accident with him, her mom is grieving hard as well, she’s very introverted) but no she really is just... boring. Like she has no hobbies, she can speak several languages but it’s never a big deal unless she’s translating (and we only we see her using that skill for one scene). She has no common sense and she’s also a terrible daughter (She knows this too).

Leo is her love interest and the museum gardener, he knows a lot about medieval plants and medicine, he’s also a playwright/plays for a band once and a while. Sounds like a decent guy right? Nope, he sells trimmings/bits of those plants (which some are also poisonous in high amounts) illegally in a street market (he doesn’t believe in natural medicine, he just wants the money). And he also steals artifacts from the museum storage and sells them illegally, even views it as a good thing and again, just wants the money. Oh and when he gets caught, he views going to jail as a good thing because it means he can focus on his plays entirely. Yeah, a real catch that one. He’s also a murderer.

Patrick, the murdered guy! He was the curator of the Cloisters, extremely interested in tarot both as a form of occultism and historical practice. Obsessed with it really (fitting for a dark academia book) to the point of losing his temper over it. Also he was sleeping with Rachel so there’s that abuse of power and authority. And he died for it (and for discovering the secret Rachel and Ann were trying to keep secret: aka some cards were way older than they thought and had fake covers).

Rachel: Is the one that convinced Leo to poison Patrick with a higher amount of belladonna, was also sleeping with Leo and using Ann. She also murdered her parents (no idea why), her college roommate (no idea why) and was helping Leo steal artifacts, but never took the money from it because she’s filthy stinking rich. She’s also well respected, popular (despite the open knowledge that she’s got a shady past and is known to be ‘difficult’ to work with) and pretty. Ok girlboss, do your thing I guess. She also dies in the end.

So Ann gets credit for the discovery of older tarot cards, a nice curator job, respect in the community and wealth from selling a tarot deck secretly to the point she can live in NYC comfortably. Also she helped Rachel lie about Patrick’s murder yet snitches on Leo to the police for stealing.

That’s it, that’s the plot of the book. The plot that doesn’t appear until by half way though and Patrick’s death doesn’t happen until the last 3rd. I know thrillers tend to amp up the plot towards the second part but this was ridiculous.

Shout-out to the minor cast: Louis, Moira, Aruna (despite being just a bit shady) and Laure, they deserved better co-workers and a better book. Louis and Moira were just doing their jobs, Laure was one of Ann’s friends (her only one from college apparently) and Aruna constantly warned Ann not to get involved with Rachel and Patrick.

Especially Moira for getting so rudely treated by her co-workers for doing her damn job and being rightfully pissed about them smoking where they shouldn’t be.

As a side note, I wish there had been more conversation about academia and museums as well. It probably wasn’t part of the plan for the book but still one worth noting at least.

#scribe's scribbles #scribe shouts about books #Next non-warhammer book will be my first King novel: Carrie #The other book cover version is also really pretty so credit to the designers of both

[teacherintransition]

A Unique and New Experience

Circumstances and Life Changes Introduced A New Sensation

… may the new never stop!

As I’ve referenced in other articles and anecdotes, it’s been my personal experience that my circle of friends has gotten smaller as I entered this new stage of life. Is it because I have a tendency to be a smart ass? Ttthhhhaaats possible. The fact that the majority of humanity have an equal tendency to be arses is to also be considered. Consider also the possibility that not being in a work situation daily has a lot do with a reduced social circle. If you, like me, detest chitchat, I HATE chitchat, but this you know. I dare say gentle reader that with wisdom and the accumulation of years, you just want to avoid the mindless bullshit of conformed socializing and surround yourself with people of a like mind. Breaking the no Covid mentioning rule in my writing, I gotta say that the pandemic probably altered all of our social practices forever. Besides immediate family, a lot of …uh …family can often take each other for granted; with all of this taken into account, what are you left with? For the teacher in transition, I got six friends…I lost two in recent months and three came along with joining our cigar lounge. Only three from the ancient days of high school. With this …I got no problem.

The previously mentioned “Great Quadrumvirate,” are old friends from ancient days that I text and or call several times weekly and a couple almost daily. This line up of scholarly rucksack bums consists of Rudolpho (MH), Radolpho (SD) and Lonnie Ramone (LW); and with only two exceptions with Rudolpho, I’ve not seen them face to face since Covid. This has been a lonely circumstance, but in the immortal words of Tony Soprano, “What are yuh gonna do?” The unique experience of which I’m referring to in the title involves Radolpho. Radolpho and I have a unique history which involves a friendship of forty five years, membership in a disreputable (but fun) high school group of n’er do wells, we’re both early retiring educators, cigar and scotch aficionados, lovers of travel, we’re both artists, our families spent dinners and drinks together often when our kids were young, comforted each other when we have both lost parents, and are philosophical in nature, but with different perspectives. These differing perspectives have had us butt heads at times, but nothing worthwhile goes smoothly. We text almost daily and some have some lengthy exchanges; with August of 2020 being the last time we were in each other’s physical presence. Radolpho sat with us in our front yard all properly social distanced with the obligatory six feet. Sweet Baby Jeebus…do you remember those terrible days.

Since retiring and the diminished Covid crisis, we both have traveled to various places and have both abandoned (literally and figuratively) East Texas as our primary abode. Radolpho hit the road in his van (my smart assness is fighting to resist the urge to go to a Chris Farley bit…I shall be strong) and Kim and I have visited several states and Europe while living in new locations every three months as Kim travel nurses. As mentioned, we keep in almost daily contact recommending locations to visit, books to read, sharing new tunes and just general stuff. Events unfolded to where there was a chance that we would all get together over the holidays, but Rudolpho’s father had a turn of bad health so that became a cluster****, but on a random whim I asked Radolpho to run by our cigar lounge last week. He was in town visiting his mom. I didn’t even consider the fact that it had been over two years since we’d been face to face when I opened the speakeasy door to the lounge and saw a slightly older Radolpho. But it was the same old friend who had been only an electronic communication. With an enlightened mindset that I’ve tried hard to cultivate since “transitioning,” I immediately became aware of the significance of the moment. People and acquaintances come in and out of our lives all the damn time, but it was uncommon as hell to not see a good friend for two years. Living fully in the moment has been a dedicated practice of mine of late, and the emotional sensation was powerful. Radolpho, a self described stoic, surprised the hell out of me, with a joyous embrace…out of character. The rest of the evening was spent smoking high end cigars, drinking quality whiskey, laughing and trying desperately to catch up with two years of life…face to face. It was a great evening that went into the wee hours of the morning. Good stuff…

This was a completely new sensation that was truly magnificent. I don’t recommend being away from old, close friends if you can, but again, “What are yuh gonna do?” Lessons learned? Don’t take friends and family for granted…these last two years have taken so many away from us. Love them. Be there for those you love…even if they aren’t for you. Immerse yourself in every moment. Smaller social circles are damn fine especially if they are made up of quality friends who are interesting, of a like mind and a wee bit eccentric. My quadrumvirate … wouldn’t trade them for anything. Beannachtai daoibh a chairde maithe anois agus sa chéad saol eile daoibh a chairde maithe anois agus sa chéad saol eile!

#open mind #retirement #coffetime #stress #change #teacher #i need friends #health #writing #education #europe #self actualization #self discovery #self improvement #socialmedia #self healing #social circle #social anxiety #writer #social media #growing older #old friendships

[cc-tinslebee]

Okay, so, about a month ago, my brain just conjured up probably the most random au possible: Legally Blonde Adam Banks/banksway au.

Believe me, it's as chaotic as it sounds, but lowkey, I'm kind of in love with it.

Adam never joins the Ducks because there aren't any Ducks to join. Bombay never had to do community service with District Five so there was no one to realise that Adam was on the wrong team all along. He continues to play for the Hawks and, eventually, the Eden Hall Warriors, never getting the chance to become the well-rounded individual we know him as because he's never known anything other than his rich privilege and the "win at all costs" mentality. He ends up going to college on a hockey scholarship and not straight to the NHL or the AHL (shocking, I know). While he's unsure of his major and where his life is heading, he finds solace in the fraternity he joins, which, by some sheer twist of fate, Jesse and Guy have also miraculously joined.

And his life is perfect for a while. He's the star player on yet another school's hockey team, all of his fraternity brothers adore him (though, it took a bit for Jesse to warm up to him), and his secret, not-really-official thing with his former teammate is going swimmingly. (Not to slander my boy, but I was picturing Larson for the role of Warner, purely because the alternative seems to be Rick Riley and that's kind of an unsettling image-- though, maybe that's the point?)

But then his secret boyfriend breaks up with him because, with his high aspirations in life, he needs to be "more serious." And dating Adam Banks, a guy in a stereotypical fraternity who only really knows hockey, in 2001 isn't exactly the white-picket-fence life he's looking for if he's going to be a politician.

And since this non-Duck Adam clearly doesn't have the braincells that canon Adam does, in his devastation, he decides it's a brilliant idea to prove that he is serious by applying to Harvard Law. His parents try to talk him out of it, since they want him to pursue his dreams of hockey, but being a lawyer is a respectable career so they can't exactly argue with him.

He gets accepted thanks to Jesse, Guy, and the rest of his fraternity helping him study for the LSAT and keeping him on track. He's trying his darndest when he gets to Harvard, but (despite his struggle not being as significant as Elle Woods'), not a lot of people take him seriously as an aspiring lawyer, considering him a meathead jock who only got in because of daddy's money.

And that's about the time he meets Linda, who he vaguely remembers from his time at Eden Hall. What he doesn't remember is her being so competitive, because she's deliberately beating him at every turn, just trying (and kind of succeeding) at making him look like a fool. To make matters worse, all of the sudden, she's engaged to his ex-boyfriend, who is very adamant about never telling anyone that he and Adam were more than friends (because, you know, early 2000s homophobia and such).

But things get a little brighter for Adam when he meets Charlie, an undergrad teacher's assistant who gives him all sorts of advice about surviving the school. He introduces him to Professor Bombay, who Charlie claims is the only reason he survived his first year and quickly becomes Adam's favourite teacher, and Charlie's childhood friend Connie, who aspires to be a state senator one day. Charlie's charismatic and even if he's not the most well-liked person at Harvard, Adam feels a weight lifted off his shoulders once he becomes friends with him and Connie. Things become a little easier.

Just before he and Charlie start getting really close, Adam meets Casey at a local diner on a day he's feeling particularly upset and alone, and the two start bonding almost immediately. (He bullshits his way into scaring an ex-husband of hers with legal repercussions he has no idea about and she basically adopts him in return.) It takes him an embarrassing amount of time to realise that it's not just a coincidence that Casey and Charlie share the same last name, which results in poor Adam feeling extremely embarrassed for not connecting the dots sooner while Charlie's having the time of his life teasing him for it. Eventually, when the dust of that settles, Charlie and Adam join forces to set Casey and Bombay up, their schemes borderline ridiculous at times, but they'rere not exactly failing.

And after realising he isn't the Warriors moron she thought he was for going on five years, Linda starts warming up to Adam, which is surprisingly nice? She figures out on her own that there used to be something between him and her fiancé, and is more understanding of Adam than she is mad. Linda actually spills to him the lengths Adam's ex had to go through to actually get into Harvard, aligning more with the rumours about Adam's acceptance being bought than having the aptitude for the law that Linda and Adam share. (This may be me saying Linda and Adam friendship rights, what of it-- /lh)

To make things all the better, Bombay chooses Adam, Linda, Connie, Charlie, and Adam's ex to be on his legal team for a murder case he's responsible for (and while he knows about Adam and Charlie's ploys to hook him up with Charlie's mom, they're his favourites, so he doesn't say anything).

And this is just so much better than anything he had before. After all the initial unpleasantness, Linda and Connie become some of the most genuine friends he's ever had. He misses Guy and Jesse, of course, and he'd never take them for granted, but back when he was with them at the fraternity, a part of him was still being as superficial as he had been in middle and high school. Being authentic for once in his life is liberating.

And Charlie's just about the most considerate person Adam's ever met. Adam doesn't even mind when Charlie teases him over his absurd and juvenile insults because he's just this source of light for Adam, supporting him and always pushing him to be the best version of himself. His ex hardly even exists when Charlie's around because his energy is just so contagious that Adam starts falling for him long before he even realises it. (And when Jesse and Guy come to visit, there's a moment where it all clicks and the four of them realise their history together, however brief. I strongly maintain that they'd be that Starkid meme: "Fucking Hawks? We hated you guys!" "We hated ourselves!" But it does make Adam realise how much better off he would've been if he had Charlie and his team when he was little instead of the Hawks, and it just further makes him understand that people like Larson and Rick Riley just aren't worth it.)

But there's also another revelation Adam goes through. Between helping Casey, his rigorous studies, and his position working with/for Bombay, something just clicks for Adam. He likes being able to help people, fighting for the good guys who may not have the resources they need to be properly defended. Practicing law calls to him in the same way hockey did; it's the feeling of knowing this is what he's meant to do. He still loves hockey, he always will, but it helps him finally grasp that there's a world for him outside of it; when hockey ends for him, there's something equally as rewarding that he can pursue, which was something he never thought he would have.

I haven't a single coherent thought about this au past that point except for these little inklings of an ending--

There's absolutely no SA scene like the movie had; Bombay's just Adam and Charlie's favourite teacher and those are his boys, so he's going to make sure they succeed as if his life depends on it.

With that said, Bombay believes in them both enough to let them finish the case because with their joined determination/stubbornness (and Adam's in with the defendant), Adam and Charlie are a force to be reckoned with and he knows it.

After a handful of comedic failures, they do end up succeeding at their attempts to set Casey and Bombay up, and they start living together sometime during the kids' Junior year :) (All I'm asking is for one (1) story with a Casey/Gordon endgame-- I just think they're neat--)

Linda dumps her fiancé (as she should) and goes on to live her best wlw life as a successful lawyer. (If I'm not mistaken, Linda's actress actually is a lawyer, which is a pretty cool fun fact!!)

Adam and Linda's ex gets the Warner ending because, man, screw that guy /lh (rip to Larson if this is him, I'm sure you'll get a nice endgame in some other universe, king)

Honorary mention for Connie, who was going long distance with Guy this entire time to everyone but Jesse's shock, and they get their Game Changers endgame of State Senator Connie Moreau and stay-at-home dad Guy Germaine with their seven -- sorry, three -- children :)

Adam's an absolute bundle of nerves after graduation, which definitely concerns Charlie. So, when he asks if he's okay, Adam starts nervously monologuing about their time together until he runs out of breath. He ends it by proposing to him, and Charlie smiles so surely at him when he says yes. They both become damn good public defenders and stay engaged until the point they can legally get married, but they're practically husbands long before that happens.

Also, if I did my math right (which I should’ve, it’s my entire basis for my Share Your Address series), the Ducks’ would have the same graduating class year as Elle Woods anyway (2004), which is pretty neat!

Thank you once again for listening to me ramble :)

#i just think they're neat that's all-- #full disclosure: i have not listened to/seen the musical yet but I have heard very good things about it #adam banks #charlie conway #gordon bombay #linda the mighty ducks #connie moreau #banksway #charlie x adam #the mighty ducks #casey x gordon

[pinoy-culture]

before I ask my question, I just wanted to say thank you so so so much for keeping up your blog and consistently giving out information where its readily accessible!!!

maybe this will make me sound like an idiot but to preface, I’m a mixed filipino american. My mom is filipino and some chinese and my dad is some sort of european and puerto rican. i was wondering, in your opinion, do you think it’d be okay for me (eventually) work with diwata and anitos? And how can I start? Ive been trying to communicate with my ancestors and I’ve been looking for books to one day buy (im extremely broke so your blog and any filipino witches i come across is all the info i can get) but i honestly have no clue where to start other than with my ancestors (weird dreams lately but nothing ancestor related i think). i took a DNA test as a gift and it pointed, predominantly, to the Western Visayas so im assuming i should study more on pre-colonial Bisayan culture (my lolas from iloilo so it makes sense i guess) but i also know that “blood quantum” is a colonizer concept so i dont wanna rely on it too much :/ sorry to ramble but pls help lol

First, I'd like to say thank you for following the blog! It really does mean a lot to me to hear from others over the years on how much my blogs have helped them learn about our history and culture.

Now as for working with our diwata and the anito, that is completely ok. The whole blood quantum thing among some Filipinos I honestly don't agree with. As long as you have a family member who is Filipino, you are Filipino regardless of your "percentage" and of how you look. If you have Filipino blood in you, the ancestors are there with you. Even if you weren't raised within Filipino culture or a Filipino household because your parents never brought you up in it, or you are an adoptee like some I've met over the years. Your ancestors are your ancestors regardless. They see you and know you and that is all that matters.

Now there really isn't any book focused specifically on reviving our precolonial beliefs and practices. Yes, some did survive and some even blended in with a form of Folk Christianity in the Philippines. You can see many of the older practices and beliefs still alive, but they have been replaced with Catholic imagery and Saints.

But, in regards actually believing in and worshiping our old deities, doing rituals dedicated to the deity, or even some rites of passage like the Tagalog first menstruation rite of passage, or making carved figures dedicated to the diwata and anito, or performing maganito/paganito or atang to the diwata and anito, majority of Filipinos don't do this, or even know it.

So for being an Anito Reconstructionist, which is a label I personally use for my spiritual beliefs and others have adopted, there really isn't a book for it. A Reconstructionist in other ethnic spiritual paths, such as the Celtic, Roman, Aztec, Kemetic, Greek, Norse, etc., are those who look at historical records to try and piece together what was once practiced and believed in prior to Christianity. Over many years, these different spiritual paths have eventually come together, formed a community, and have resources like books and teachers. They have had the time to do all the research and put together a more formal spirituality based on those Pre-Christian beliefs and bringing it to the modern day where they have hundreds to thousands of people who have gone back to those beliefs. With some, they have even created temples, shrines to their deities, and even have celebrations.

Unfortunately that is not the case for us. However, due to the growing interest in our precolonial beliefs and practices over the years, I can see Anito Reconstructionism growing within the next several years. It already has, with many people actually trying to learn more about these beliefs and our old deities. The amount of people of people I've seen and talked to who have expressed their interest to reclaim these precolonial beliefs and practices is nothing compared to 10 years ago when it was hard to even find one or two people who did.

It is why I've been writing this book for a few years now dedicated to helping others in wanting to reclaim our precolonial beliefs and practices as a starting point in their research. For now though, I always recommend those who are starting to simply just read the historical texts. Grab a notebook and write down notes. Organize your notes into deities, rituals, how to make an offering, any prayers to a specific deity, how to set up an altar, etc.

Seeing as your family is from the island of Panay in the Western Bisayas, like my moms side are from, I would start with looking at the Bisayan precolonial beliefs and practices. A really good reference is reading Francisco Alcina's History of the Bisayans (1668). Volume 3 is available online in English which you can find here. Volume 3 goes into a lot of detail in the beliefs and practices. The Boxer Codex, if you are able to get a copy of the English translation, is also really good reading material.

Getting Started:

In terms of getting started, keep in mind that there is no one monolithic belief system or practice in the Philippines. Before there ever was a Philippines, we were different nations with different beliefs and practices. It is important to know your ethnic groups beliefs and practices and know their history. For example, I am Bisaya (Akeanon specifically) and Tagalog and that is what I work with. Others who I know follow the Bikolano, Kapampangan, or Ilokano beliefs. Though there are some similarities, each ethnic group had their own set beliefs and practices.

I often tell people that you can't just mix and match between them. For example, though I work with both the Tagalog and Bisayan pantheons, I wouldn't dare do a ritual offering to both a Tagalog or Bisayan deity at the same time. It's always separate. You also can't combine 2 similar deities together from different ethnic groups just because they share similar attributes. It's just rude and disrespectful.

Start out small. Set up an altar dedicated to your ancestors. If you have any family members who have passed, put a photo of them on the altar. Leave offerings of rice cakes such as suman, food like chicken adobo, or even a cup of drink such as tuba, lambanog, or even Red Horse beer. But if you can't get access to an alcoholic drink either because one you are a minor or 2 it's not available where you live, you can simply replace it with a non-alcoholic drinks like coconut juice. Get a coconut shell or a seashell to either place these offerings as bowls/plates or even use them to put your kamangyan or incense.

Then start researching how our Bisayan ancestors worshiped and practiced. Study the history and read historical accounts, books, and articles about them. Write down what you have learned on these precolonial beliefs and practices and reconstruct or revive them. This is what Polytheistic Recinstructionists do. I have listed links to these texts here.

Ask questions to your family, particularly your elders. See if they know of anything or if they can share some traditional practices and beliefs they know of have heard of. You would be surprised how, despite some families being really religious, many still believe in the spirits, do some form of ancestor veneration, believe in omens that are being told to you by the ancestors or spirits, etc.

If you can, try to go back to the Philippines and see your family's ancestral home, see where they grew up, etc. Ask about family stories and folk stories. For example, my mom grew up in Aklan and has always told me stories of the aswang and certain omens. She also constantly talks about the mischievous "little people" who play tricks on you (for example putting something down like your keys and then it goes missing, until you find it again somewhere else). In the Western Bisayas, they are known as kama-kama. There is also a story of how her grandmother's cat visited her during her wake. The cat was missing for years, but it came back and stayed sleeping on top of the casket for days before it left. My mom told me that it was the cat paying their respects to her grandmother.

Keep in mind also and acknowledge our indigenous communities who have kept their beliefs and practices. Don't try to take them into your own. I have seen people cherry pick things from the Manobo of Mindanao or the Kalinga in the Cordillera, which is just disrespectful. Many of the IP, though some still have kept their beliefs, it isn't the most important aspect to them. What they are most concerned about are other issues such as losing their homes due to occupation by oil or logging companies, other settlers such as the Tagalog and Bisayans (especially in Mindanao), getting targeted as "rebels" by the Philippine military and often getting killed. But, by cherry picking beliefs especially of the IP groups, it's just disrespectful.

I will be teaching classes on Anito Reconstructionism soon and will have my first class possibly at the end of the month or next month. I decided to do these classes seeing as there is a growing community who are interested, but don't know where to start. I'll be doing a proper announcement on these classes real soon so look out for the announcement and hopefully you will be able to join!

#filipino #diwata #anito #anito reconstructionist #polytheist #polytheism #precolonial philippines #faq #question #long post

[viclct]

VIOLET HANSEN ( SHE/HER ) is a CIS FEMALE, TWENTY-FOUR year old REAL ESTATE AGENT who has been living in Moorbrooke for TWO YEARS. They were born on MARCH 22ND and right now, they are currently residing in OAKLEY COURT. It has been said that they look suspiciously like ALISHA BOE and if they had to choose a song to describe themselves, they would choose TRANSPARENT SOUL by WILLOW. ( kacie, 23, est, she/her )

hey guys, it’s nice to meet you all!! this is late af lmao but!! i’m kacie, & this is my lil tough bug vi!! i still need to update some links on her page & such, but for now, here is a little bit about her:

VIOLET THEN

violet simone hansen was born in seattle, washington, which is about 3,000 miles away from moorbrooke, and lived there for the majority of her life. she was born to a young mother ( 16 ) and a young father ( 17 ), who were both not financially ( nor emotionally ) ready for a child. due to this, she did not receive the attention or love as a young child should.

when vi was two, her parents got married, though it was very obviously because they had her. they were not very affectionate towards one another, and they argued a lot. as time went on, violet rarely saw them get along, mainly doing so when around friends or family ( or drunk ). violet’s parents did not hide much of their feelings about each other ( or her ), and they vented often to her. the older she got, the meaner they talked of each other. violet was eight when they divorced, her staying with her mother while her father married a woman he’d been having an affair with, having children of his own with her.

violet was a good child in school; she was very intelligent and did very well in her classes. her best subjects were history and math, and she enjoyed joining clubs in school, especially committees, soccer, and dance. she was a teacher’s favorite, and though she was never one of the more “popular” kids with many friends, she did have a couple best friends to grow up with. she followed a career path to be involved in marketing.

she did not date much in school, mainly because her idea of relationships was poor due to her upbringing; she was more into “flings” rather than full on connections. she became labeled as a “slut” by some in high school followed by random rumors, but she didn’t pay mind.

her mother was very emotionally distant from violet her entire life, and though she never says it, violet believes her mom thinks she ruined her life. this was confirmed in a drunken rant by her mom one night when violet was a senior in high school. it started a huge argument, with things being said that couldn’t be taken back, and violet packing her bags.

she moved in with her best friend, roxy, for her senior year. this is when she met her first boyfriend, an older man named joshua, a friend of roxy’s, who she connected with on a level she never had with anyone else. they fell in love, she gets into her dream school, and vi felt as if her life was falling into place. that is, until she gets pregnant right after turning eighteen. immediately, things crumbled.

she and josh’s relationship started to decay quickly after her becoming pregnant. violet realizes her child might grow in an environment much like the one she had to grow up in, and she got an abortion a few months into the pregnancy, not telling anyone and instead saying she had miscarried. after graduating high school, violet discovers josh and roxy had been messing around behind her back. it’s this last straw that causes violet to pack her bags yet again and move away from seattle to maine.

it’s in maine that violet gains her real estate license at the age of twenty, and after couple years in the state, at the age of twenty-two, she moved to moorbrooke, mainly for the cheaper cost of living. she hopes to still go to college one day, though at the moment, she’s content with her current gig.

VIOLET NOW

violet has trouble fully trusting a lot of people in her life due to her past connections, but she does like to hang out and do things with her friends ( who she’d ride or die for ). she just keeps most of her seattle past a mystery.

she does not like being vulnerable; she doesn’t let people see her cry ever ever ever. she also gets uncomfortable at the idea of dating anyone bc of her parents and the only guy she ever loved sucking. she can get a lil lonely tho so she will sleep w someone when she wants to feel something ( friends w benefits anyone?? ).

violet is very good at her job; she’s affable with clients and knows how to get what she wants. she doesn’t know if she’ll stick with this profession forever, but she’s enjoying it for now.

she’s fun and enjoys being the center of attention ( most of the time ). she can be a lil fiesty and will say the truth to your face ( or behind your back ). vi doesn’t forgive easily, either. mostly, though, she’s pretty cool!! just doesn’t want to be taken advantage of.

she’s a p good dancer and takes dance classes in her free time!! she enjoys mainly hip hop and has done some amateur pole dancing classes. it’s her way of getting exercise plus unwinding.

this is so long i ramble i’m so sorry omg but!! that’s the basics of violet!! if anyone wants to plot, my dms are open!! i’m going to be putting a few plots i want in my connections page soon, or if you have any idea of what you want your character’s relation to be w vi, just hmu!! <333

#this is late i'm sorry!! #here's violet :o) #mbintro #drinking tw #abortion tw #pregnancy tw

[n0wornever]

Alex in High School - Circa 1995

Here is what I think my fave fanny pack loving, socially anxious fave would have been like in high school. 

(I didn’t add anything about the possible underground gay scene in the 1990s because I don’t know enough about it and didn’t want to misrepresent or fetishize)

See Luke and Reggie’s High School Profiles

Alex would have been a total people person pre-coming out. He was known by a lot of people in the school, took part in drama productions, helped on dance committees and did literally all he could to be around people.

He was also in the choir, something that Reggie and Luke both gave him a ton of crap for. They always told him that he didn’t need it because of the band, but the boy never quit. 

After he came out, people started talking and rumors started spiraling and so he quit a lot of the things that he loved to do. He put his focus on the band and the boys. 

He often came to band practice angry after school, especially if one of the guys had said some less than friendly things to him during the day. Alex took all of his anger out on his drums when he could. 

Alex was well loved by female teachers though. He quickly made friends with the librarians, along with his English and History teachers. He’d often go visit them before and after school just to talk and be around someone if not with Luke Bobby and Reggie.

He often kept his head down in the hallway, only really making small talk with those in his classes, and spending the majority of his time outside of school with the boys.

Alex loved running. It gave him a chance to cancel out the rest of the world and just focus on the present. He would go on runs before school or after band practice. 

If he’s having an extra stressful day, he’ll do sprints out on the track during his free period. If the boys can’t find him at any time, they normally know that he’s out there and will go search for him.

Alex spends a lot of time on homework. It kept his mind off of everything happening at home. He’d spend late nights in Bobby’s garage doing work with Luke so that they both could get out of their houses. 

He volunteers a lot. He goes to nursing homes to sit with the residents and keep them company on the weekends. He likes that they see him for who he is and know nothing about his sexuality to judge him on it. 

He LOVES cats. I get the biggest vibe that Alex would be exhausted by dogs or any animal that needs a large amount of attention all the time. However with cats??? Alex will hold a kitten in his arms until it falls asleep, refusing to put it down. 

He is the obvious moral compass of the group, and this was no different in high school. He often stopped Luke and Reggie from skipping class. He’d remind them how many days left they had until senior year every day, explaining that they were “so close” to graduating, even though they had a couple years left. 

He would often be the one to let the boys know when they were drinking too much at parties. He’d always be the designated driver and make sure that all the boys got home safe. 

Alex would force the boys to go to art and indie events. He would make them go to gallery shows and musicals, even if they didn’t want to. Even though Luke, Bobby and Reggie would complain or sleep the whole time, Alex was wide-eyed and smiling because at least someone would go with him to these events. 

Alex would have venting sessions with Reggie, Bobby and Luke when fights with his parents would get really bad. Luke didn’t really know what to say all the time, but he would help Alex put his feelings into lyrics and help him write songs about it (I just know Luke couldn’t be the only songwriter in the group?!)

Alex had trouble sleeping often. He would spend a lot of nights staring at the ceiling and overthinking, especially after fights with his mom and dad. His lack of sleep ended in more turning into more of an insomnia kind of thing that really impacted him. The boys would force him to take naps when they saw him start to really daze during rehearsals. 

#alex #alex nolastname #alex jatp #jatp #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #reggie nolastname #reggie jatp #luke patterson x reader #julie molina

[kimsaidhii]

Siblings, siblings, siblings, siblings!! (Older brother! Sukuna & younger brother! Yuji) (non-Jujutsu)

Sometimes, a rapid growing fandom needs more AU content between canon characters for some fun! What’s my excuse? I just want to see some relationship (not in that way) between Yuji and Sukuna. Of course, I’m going to be placing Sukuna as the older brother in this AU whilst Yuji is going to be the younger brother (it makes more sense since in canon, Sukuna is 1000+ older than Yuji)

Warning: mention of drugs, child neglectance and violence

-Since Sukuna was 12, he’s been taking care of Yuji. Because of the lack of involvement his parents had in his and Yuji’s life, he was able to  develop skills and learned how to take care of himself at a very young age; allowing him to also take care of Yuji but also left Sukuna with some emotional needs 

-Their grandpa isn’t a part of their lives until Yuji turned 3 and Sukuna turned 15, being officially under custody of his grandpa because of child neglectance

-Is it really Sukuna when he’s not a delinquent during his teens? 

-Sadly when he’s outside of Yuji’s world, he’s a troubled teen with bad participation in violence and drugs

-Doesn’t carry them when he’s home because Yuji is there and the last thing Sukuna wants Yuji to become is a gangsta 

-Whenever Sukuna was about to leave for school, Yuji would not hesitate for a second to cling onto his leg like a leech. “Nooo don’t go, Big brother!” Yuji’s loud crying would give Sukuna a bad headache which results in his sour mood in the morning (not much of a change since he was never a morning person) “Let go of my leg, brat.” 

-Fortunately, in the end Sukuna made a deal that he will take Yuji to the park if he behaves. Unfortunately, Sukuna was late to school

-Present time: Yuji Itadori is now 13 years old while his attractive older brother is 25, working as a chef at a fancy restaurant but still lives under the same roof as Yuji

- (Don’t worry, Sukuna abandoned the bad lifestyle he once had during middle school)

-His grandpa is now sick (like in the anime/manga) so they both try to visit when they can. Majority of the visits are from Yuji and his flowers, when Sukuna visits he probably made some good food for his grandpa and the nurses as a thank you gift

-Yuji’s bento is always made by Sukuna. If they both get in a fight the night before school, Sukuna would slap cooked rice, place nori in the middle of the bento with no side dishes and toss it into Yuji’s arms. With a note that is written in a scratchy handwriting: “Bon appetit, bitch”

-”woah, Yuji-kun...You’re bento looks...interesting..”  “Thanks, my brother made it. Isn’t he nice?...Can we please swap bentos?”

-Normally, Yuji’s lunch would look mouth-watering. Pros and cons on having a brother who’s an excellent chef but has a short-temper

-Yuji doesn’t judge his brother painting his nails at the dinner table, in fact, it’s normal for him ever since he was small

-Once, Sukuna allowed him to paint his nails out of curiosity and laziness but Yuji being a beginner messed it up. Yuji ate plain rice the next day for lunch

-Sukuna attends all of Yuji’s plays, even if Yuji is a minor character in the play. This is all because of blackmail when actually he just want to watch Yuji mess up

-Whenever Yuji is struggling with a subject, he will never ask Sukuna for help. Yeah! Sukuna might be bad at literature and writing but when it comes to science, history and maths, this man is suddenly an expert at those subjects

-”What’s the difference between the two numbers in x and y?”

“I don’t know”

“WE JUST WENT OVER THIS, BRAT!  HOW DO U STILL NOT KNOW?!” 

“I DON’T KNOW! JUST TELL ME THE ANSWER SO I CAN GO TO SLEEP” 

-Sukuna is an extremely proud brother whenever sports day comes along because he KNOWS that his younger brother will beat anyone in every sport 

-”Listen to me, Yuji. You need to beat that son of a bitch, Haruka, from next door.

“But why? He seems like a nice guy-”

“Because Yuji, I had his mom visit once and that crazed lady had the audacity to call my culinary art skills as average. I ain’t raise no sore loser” 

-If Yuji does what he says, Yuji will be rewarded with all of his favourite dishes served for dinner. Yuji asks, Sukuna cooks

-Once, Sukuna was mistaken as Yuji’s dad and it was an annoying experience for him. Moms would be giving him a pitiful look while whispering “At such a young age…” 

-At a parent-teacher conference, Sukuna will not care what Yuji does as long as he’s behaving and isn’t doing any shady stuff

-Yuji learnt from Sukuna to never close Sukuna’s door after leaving because he does that to him a lot. Both at each other’s nerves whenever they both do that

-Yuji forget his keys 15 times, had to call his older brother to drop the keys off but Sukuna being Sukuna told Yuji to wait until he finishes work, which is at 9 or 10pm

-Both spoil movie endings so they always have a little challenge at who will watch the movie first to spoil the ending

-”Hey, Suku-nii”

“...”

“Hey”

“...”

“HEY!”

“OH MY GOD, WHAT”

“You look ugly today, did you forget to wash your face before sleeping?”

“Brat, I’m giving you at least 6 seconds to dash out of my room before I dash your fingers between the door frames…”

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[heartshvped]

MARCH 7, 2022. 10:42 AM.

i honestly hate our philosophy class. similar to our psychology class last semester, all the teacher (we have the same one for both subjects) talks about is god, god, god. i understand it's because my school is a christian school which makes sense why she tries to correlate the lesson with the bible a lot. but as someone who is interested in both subjects, i genuinely wish she could focus more on the lesson itself rather than trying to turn the whole thing into another one of our daily devotions. it's annoying and sometimes i think she doesn't really even know what she's explaining to us.

last monday and tuesday, i was so close to quitting from attending my chemistry tutor. i have the same one as D and every time i attend a session, it's so obvious that the tutor is comparing us to each other. like it's some sort of competition for us to earn their validation. the truth is that D and i have a bit of history on that: for a couple months, i had this feeling that she was continuously trying to one-up me at everything. although she denied it after i confronted her about it, i still get the same feeling until today (and yes, it might just be a "me thing" but unfortunately, acknowledging that possibility doesn't make the feeling any easier to get rid of). and now that we're possibly being compared to each other by our tutor, it's doing nothing but increase my competitive instincts and temper even more.

i planned to have a productive time last weekend and finish everything i had for school but i only managed to finish my statistics project which was really difficult since it'll make up fifty percent of my grade for this quarter, but i still wish i could've accomplished more.

instead, i cried my eyes out at night after realizing the time i have left. i was looking through my bucket-list and wondered if i could accomplish all of them right before i graduate next year. at the same time, it occurred to me that i can't even celebrate my eighteenth birthday since majority of my friends will be heading off to college in different places by that time. technically, i can still celebrate it. it just won't be the same as how i've always wanted it to be like.

is this what growing feels like? feeling as if you're slowly running out of time to live the life you've always wanted to have?

Z will be in canada, J might move to the states soon if her mom ends up getting serious with that man she met, C will most probably earn a scholarship to study somewhere in the states as well, and D might really head to australia if she's truly determined to push through with the plan she has in mind.

and as for me, where will i be? the dream i had of studying in nyc (or anywhere else in the world for that matter) is slowly fading into nothing, seeing as my parents would most likely not support it. i can only hope that those things would eventually become real for a few months more.

as always, n.

#heartshvped #diary

[kookie-doughs]

Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS

Percy Jackson X Reader -Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything was now ruined.

CHAPTER 7: FIRST DAY OF CAMP

Word of the bathroom incident spread immediately. Wherever we went, campers pointed at us and murmured something about toilet water. Or maybe they were just staring at Annabeth, who was still pretty much dripping wet. She showed me a few more places: the metal shop (where kids were forging their own swords), the arts-and-crafts room (where satyrs were sandblasting a giant marble statue of a goat-man), and the climbing wall, which actually consisted of two facing walls that shook violently, dropped boulders, sprayed lava, and clashed together if you didn't get to the top fast enough. Finally we returned to the canoeing lake, where the trail led back to the cabins. "I've got training to do," Annabeth said flatly. "Dinner's at seven-thirty. Just follow your cabin to the mess hall." "Annabeth, I'm sorry about the toilets." "Whatever." "It wasn't my fault." She looked at us skeptically, and I realized it might've been my fault. I may have made water shoot out of the bathroom fixtures and made the ground shake. I didn't understand how. "You need to talk to the Oracle, both of you." Annabeth said. "Who?" "Not who. What. The Oracle. I'll ask Chiron." Percy stared into the lake, I rested my head on his shoulder wishing somebody would give me a straight answer for once. I wasn't expecting anybody to be looking back at me from the bottom, so my heart skipped a beat when I noticed two teenage girls sitting cross-legged at the base of the pier, about twenty feet below. They wore blue jeans and shimmering green T-shirts, and their brown hair floated loose around their shoulders as minnows darted in and out. They smiled and waved as if I were a long-lost friend. I didn't know what else to do. I waved back. "Don't encourage them," Annabeth warned. "Naiads are terrible flirts." "Naiads," Percy repeated, feeling completely overwhelmed. "That's it. I want to go home now." Annabeth frowned. "Don't you get it, Percy? You are home. This is the only safe place on earth for kids like us." "You mean, mentally disturbed kids?" "I mean not human. Not totally human, anyway. Half-human." "Half-human and half-what?" "I think you know." "God," I said. "Half-god." Annabeth nodded. "Your father isn't dead, Percy. And one of your parent isn't your parent, Y/N. You are both a child of one of the Olympians. " "That's... crazy." "Is it? What's the most common thing gods did in the old stories? They ran around falling in love with humans and having kids with them. Do you think they've changed their habits in the last few millennia?" "But those are just— But if all the kids here are half-gods—" "Demigods," Annabeth said. "That's the official term. Or half-bloods." "Then who's your dad?" Her hands tightened around the pier railing. I got the feeling we'd just trespassed on a sensitive subject. "My dad is a professor at West Point," she said. "I haven't seen him since I was very small. He teaches American history." "He's human." "What? You assume it has to be a male god who finds a human female attractive? How sexist is that?" "Who's your mom, then?" "Cabin six." "Meaning?" Annabeth straightened. "Athena. Goddess of wisdom and battle." Okay, I thought. Why not? "And who's mine?" "You grew up with both a mother and a father. So only your Olympian parent knows." "And my dad?" "Undetermined," Annabeth said, "like I told you before. Nobody knows." "Except my mother. She knew." "Maybe not, Percy. Gods don't always reveal their identities." "My dad would have. He loved her." Annabeth gave me a cautious look. She didn't want to burst my bubble. "Maybe you're right. Maybe he'll send a sign. That's the only way to know for sure: your father has to send you a sign claiming you as his son. Sometimes it happens." "You mean sometimes it doesn't?" Annabeth ran her palm along the rail. "The gods are busy. They have a lot of kids and they don't always... Well, sometimes they don't care about us, Percy. They ignore us." I thought about some of the kids I'd seen in the Hermes cabin, teenagers who looked sullen and depressed, as if they were waiting for a call that would never come. But gods should behave better. Whoever my Olympian parent better suck up and claim me or I will show him. "So I'm stuck here," Percy said. "That's it? For the rest of my life?" "It depends," Annabeth said. "Some campers only stay the summer. If you're a child of Aphrodite or Demeter, you're probably not a real powerful force. The monsters might ignore you, so you can get by with a few months of summer training and live in the mortal world the rest of the year. But for some of us, it's too dangerous to leave. We're year-rounders. In the mortal world, we attract monsters. They sense us. They come to challenge us. Most of the time, they'll ignore us until we're old enough to cause trouble—about ten or eleven years old, but after that, most demigods either make their way here, or they get killed off. A few manage to survive in the outside world and become famous. Believe me, if I told you the names, you'd know them. Some don't even realize they're demigods. But very, very few are like that." "So monsters can't get in here?" Annabeth shook her head. "Not unless they're intentionally stocked in the woods or specially summoned by somebody on the inside." "Why would anybody want to summon a monster?" "Practice fights. Practical jokes." "Practical jokes?" "The point is, the borders are sealed to keep mortals and monsters out. From the outside, mortals look into the valley and see nothing unusual, just a strawberry farm." "So... you're a year-rounder?" Annabeth nodded. From under the collar of her T-shirt she pulled a leather necklace with five clay beads of different colors. It was just like Luke's, except Annabeth's also had a big gold ring strung on it, like a college ring. "I've been here since I was seven," she said. "Every August, on the last day of summer session, you get a bead for surviving another year. I've been here longer than most of the counselors, and they're all in college." "Why did you come so young?" She twisted the ring on her necklace. "None of your business." "Oh." I stood there for a minute in uncomfortable silence. "So... I could just walk out of here right now if I wanted to?" "It would be suicide, but you could, with Mr. D's or Chiron's permission." "I've never had anything weird going on. I had a perfectly normal life." "It's because you don't give much of a half-blood scent. Even Grover didn't knew you were one of us until you came here. Even now they still don't smell you." "I just... want to go somewhere... else." I could see that Percy was guilty. "They wouldn't give permission until the end of the summer session unless..." "Unless?" "You were granted a quest. But that hardly ever happens. The last time..."

Her voice trailed off. I could tell from her tone that the last time hadn't gone well. "Back in the sick room," Percy said, "when you were feeding me that stuff—" "Ambrosia." "Yeah. You asked me something about the summer solstice." Annabeth's shoulders tensed. "So you do know something?" "Well... no. Back at my old school, I overheard Grover and Chiron talking about it. Grover mentioned the summer solstice. He said something like we didn't have much time, because of the deadline. What did that mean?" She clenched her fists. "I wish I knew. Chiron and the satyrs, they know, but they won't tell me. Something is wrong in Olympus, something pretty major. Last time I was there, everything seemed so normal." "You've been to Olympus?" "Some of us year-rounders—Luke and Clarisse and I and a few others—we took a field trip during winter solstice. That's when the gods have their big annual council." "But... how did you get there?" "The Long Island Railroad, of course. You get off at Penn Station. Empire State Building, special elevator to the six hundredth floor." She looked at us like she was sure I must know this already. "You are a New Yorker, right?" "Oh, sure." As far as I knew, there were only a hundred and two floors in the Empire State Building, but I decided not to point that out. "Right after we visited," Annabeth continued, "the weather got weird, as if the gods had started fighting. A couple of times since, I've overheard satyrs talking. The best I can figure out is that something important was stolen. And if it isn't returned by summer solstice, there's going to be trouble. When you came, I was hoping... I mean— Athena can get along with just about anybody, except for Ares. And of course she's got the rivalry with Poseidon. But, I mean, aside from that, I thought we could work together. I thought you might know something." I shook my head. I wished I could help her, but I felt too hungry and tired and mentally overloaded to ask any more questions. "I've got to get a quest," Annabeth muttered to herself. "I'm not too young. If they would just tell me the problem..." I could smell barbecue smoke coming from somewhere nearby. Annabeth must've heard my stomach growl. She told me to go on, she'd catch me later. I left her on the pier, tracing her finger across the rail as if drawing a battle plan. Back at cabin eleven, everybody was talking and horsing around, waiting for dinner. For the first time, I noticed that a lot of the campers had similar features: sharp noses, upturned eyebrows, mischievous smiles. They were the kind of kids that teachers would peg as troublemakers. Thankfully, nobody paid much attention to us as we walked in. Percy left me to settle at his spot while I sat at mine. Luke, came over. He had the Hermes family resemblance, too. It was marred by that scar on his right cheek, but his smile was intact. "I hope you settle in just fine," he said. "And here, I stole you some toiletries from the camp store." He had a very friendly and welcoming aura around him, I couldn't help but giggle, "Thanks." "No prob." Luke sat next to me. "Tough first day?" "I don't belong here," I said. "From what I've heard about other campers. I had a perfectly normal life. Nothing weird... I-I don't even believe in Gods..." "Yeah," he said. "That's how we all started. Once you start believing in them? It doesn't get any easier." The bitterness in his voice surprised me, because Luke seemed like a pretty easygoing guy. He looked like he could handle just about anything. "So your dad is Hermes?" I asked. He pulled a switchblade out of his back pocket, but he just scraped the mud off the sole of his sandal. "Yeah. Hermes." "The wing-footed messenger guy." "That's him. Messengers. Medicine. Travelers, merchants, thieves. Anybody who uses the roads. That's why you're here, enjoying cabin eleven's hospitality. Hermes isn't picky about who he sponsors." I figured Luke didn't mean to call me a nobody. He just had a lot on his mind. "You ever meet your dad?" I asked. "Once." I waited, thinking that if he wanted to tell me, he'd tell me. Apparently, he didn't. I wondered if the story had anything to do with how he got his scar. Luke looked up and managed a smile. "Don't worry about it, Y/N. The campers here, they're mostly good people. After all, we're extended family, right? We take care of each other." He seemed to understand how lost I felt, and I was grateful for that, because an older guy like him—even if he was a counselor—should've steered clear of an uncool middle-schooler like me. But Luke had welcomed me into the cabin. He'd even stolen me some toiletries, which was the nicest thing anybody had done for me all day keeping Percy's works. I decided to ask him my last big question, the one that had been bothering me all afternoon. "Clarisse, from Ares, was joking about me and Percy being 'Big Three' material. Then Annabeth... twice, she said I might be 'the one.' She said I should talk to the Oracle. What was that all about?" Luke folded his knife. "I hate prophecies." "What do you mean?" His face twitched around the scar. "Let's just say I messed things up for everybody else. The last two years, ever since my trip to the Garden of the Hesperides went sour, Chiron hasn't allowed any more quests. Annabeth's been dying to get out into the world. She pestered Chiron so much he finally told her he already knew her fate. He'd had a prophecy from the Oracle. He wouldn't tell her the whole thing, but he said Annabeth wasn't destined to go on a quest yet. She had to wait until... somebody special came to the camp." "Somebody special?" "Don't worry about it, kid," Luke said. "Annabeth wants to think every new camper who comes through here is the omen she's been waiting for." I didn't know why... but I grabbed his hand, he turned to me surprised. "I-I... Uhm, I want to get to know you better... I... I'm here if you want to talk. A-As a thank you for helping me since I got here! I-I..." He gave a warm smile and ruffled my hair. "Thank you. Now, come on, it's dinnertime." The moment he said it, a horn blew in the distance. Luke yelled, "Eleven, fall in!" The whole cabin, about twenty of us, filed into the commons yard. We lined up in order of seniority, so of course I was dead last with Percy. Campers came from the other cabins, too, except for the three empty cabins at the end, and cabin eight, which had looked normal in the daytime, but was now starting to glow silver as the sun went down. "Percy," "Hmm?" "Are you okay?" I was about to grip his sleeve when he moved away. "I'm sorry... I'll tell you after dinner." I looked at him sadly while he thought to himself. We marched up the hill to the mess hall pavilion. Satyrs joined us from the meadow. Naiads emerged from the canoeing lake. A few other girls came out of the woods— and when I say out of the woods, I mean straight out of the woods. I saw one girl, about nine or ten years old, melt from the side of a maple tree and come skipping up the hill. In all, there were maybe a hundred campers, a few dozen satyrs, and a dozen assorted wood nymphs and naiads. At the pavilion, torches blazed around the marble columns. A central fire burned in a bronze brazier the size of a bathtub. Each cabin had its own table, covered in white cloth trimmed in purple. Four of the tables were empty, but cabin eleven's was way overcrowded. I had to squeeze on to the edge of a bench with half my butt hanging off. I saw Grover sitting at table twelve with Mr. D, a few satyrs, and a couple of plump blond boys who looked just like Mr. D. Chiron stood to one side, the picnic table being way too small for a centaur. Annabeth sat at table six with a bunch of serious-looking athletic kids, all with her gray eyes and honey-blond hair. Clarisse sat behind me at Ares's table. She'd apparently gotten over being hosed down, because she was laughing and belching right alongside her friends. Finally, Chiron pounded his hoof against the marble floor of the pavilion, and everybody fell silent. He raised a glass. "To the gods!" Everybody else raised their glasses. "To the gods!" Wood nymphs came forward with platters of food: grapes, apples, strawberries, cheese, fresh bread, and yes, barbecue! Percy sat beside other kids of the Hermes cabin. My glass was empty, but Luke said, "Speak to it. Whatever you want—nonalcoholic, of course." I said, "(Favorite Drink; F/D)." The glass filled with sparkling caramel liquid. Then I had an idea. "F/C F/D." The drink turned a violent shade of F/C. I took a cautious sip. Perfect.. . . . . I drank a toast to my loved ones. They're not gone, I told myself. I felt like I was forgetting something. Like I know I will get too them all soon. "Here you go," Luke said, handing me a platter of smoked brisket. I loaded my plate and was about to take a big bite when I noticed everybody getting up, carrying their plates toward the fire in the center of the pavilion. I wondered if they were going for dessert or something. "Come on," Luke told me. As I got closer, I saw that everyone was taking a portion of their meal and dropping it into the fire, the ripest strawberry, the juiciest slice of beef, the warmest, most buttery roll. Luke murmured in my ear, "Burnt offerings for the gods. They like the smell." "You're kidding." His look warned me not to take this lightly, but I couldn't help wondering why an immortal, all-powerful being would like the smell of burning food. Luke approached the fire, bowed his head, and tossed in a cluster of fat red grapes. "Hermes." I was next. I wished I knew what god's name to say. Finally, I made a silent plea. Whoever you better claim me, or I will come for you and you won't like what I'll do. I scraped a big slice of brisket into the flames. When I caught a whiff of the smoke, I didn't gag. It smelled nothing like burning food. It smelled of hot chocolate and fresh-baked brownies, hamburgers on the grill and wildflowers, and a hundred other good things that shouldn't have gone well together, but did. I could almost believe the gods could live off that smoke. When everybody had returned to their seats and finished eating their meals, Chiron pounded his hoof again for our attention. Mr. D got up with a huge sigh. "Yes, I suppose I'd better say hello to all you brats. Well, hello. Our activities director, Chiron, says the next capture the flag is Friday. Cabin five presently holds the laurels." A bunch of ugly cheering rose from the Ares table. "Personally," Mr. D continued, "I couldn't care less, but congratulations. Also, I should tell you that we have a new campers today. Peter Johnson and (Wrong Name)." Chiron murmured something. "Er, Percy Jackson and Y/N L/N," Mr. D corrected. "That's right. Hurrah, and all that. Now run along to your silly campfire. Go on." Everybody cheered. We all headed down toward the amphitheater, where Apollo's cabin led a sing-along. We sang camp songs about the gods and ate s'mores and joked around, and the funny thing was, I didn't feel that anyone was staring at me anymore. I went up to Percy. "What's wrong?" He sighed. "I... I feel like everything... All of this," He signaled at everything, "happened because you met me. When you told Annabeth about your life and how nothing had been going wrong, while I had trouble following me every step... I couldn't help but feel guilty." I knew it... He felt at fault. Taking his hand I looked at him, "I chose to be with you at the beach. I wanted to follow you. I wanted to stay with you. Yeah, troubles came and I lost everything... I would rather have you with me through that. Please?" He rested his head on my shoulder, "Yeah..." Later in the evening, when the sparks from the campfire were curling into a starry sky, the conch horn blew again, and we all filed back to our cabins. It was late at night some were asleep, while some were screaming around. I stayed up looking out the window since Luke had warned me about going out. "Long day, how was it?" Luke greeted taking the spot beside me. "Almost had my face flushed down on smelly toilets, so real fun I guess." Luke rested his back against the window and looked at the two boys wrestling each other few feet away. "You know how you told me you wanted to get to know me more?" "Yeah... I mean it. You're the first person I met here. From what I heard you helped me after getting here." "So you feel obligated to get closer to me?" He raised a brow at me with a smirk. "No, I think you're interesting. I want us to be friends. I want to be a person you can trust." "Why?" "I... don't know. I guess I just want to. I mean yeah I also low-key kinda have a crush on you but oh well." I joked. Hearing his laugh I was relieved he was a cool guy. "I'll keep you in mind." "Really now? Okay dream of me I guess." "For a 12 year old you're a flirt." He shook his head with a smile. "It's my mom, she told me the best way to make friends is by flirting. If they're cool with you flirting they're perfect candidate for a friend, if they aren't, you'll have an awkward friendship." "I don't know about that." "I know right? Imagine teaching a 5 year old how to flirt." We laughed. We continued to chat about little things until it got quiet in the cabin. Most of them were now asleep. Percy slept as soon as he lied down, after all. "Good night." Luke smiled. "Yeah, good night." I didn't realize how exhausted I was until I collapsed on the bed. When I closed my eyes, I fell asleep instantly. That was my first day at Camp Half-Blood. I already felt like I belong. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all...

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[secret-ssociety]

Let me down pt.3

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Reader (platonically), Reader x oc

Warnings: I mean, in my eyes this is pure fluff, but who knows if it will hurt you

Summary: Peter and May have dinner with Y/N’s family, prompting a lot of questions to get an answer.

A/N: oKAY, I know that what happened wasn’t exactly what you expected and and it has taken me so long to write this but it's finally here. I want to thank you all, I never meant for this blow up like it did or to even become a series, honestly when I wrote the first part I was just in a really bad mood and I felt like writing something sad and that came out, but then people started to ask for a second part and well the rest is history. So yeah, I actually want to write even more parts to this so let me know if you would like it. Also, I tagged everyone who asked me to write more to this, but let me know if you want to be removed from the taglist

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Peter couldn't help but feel like his head was spinning as he walked back home from the metro that night. Claire had sat him down in her bed for almost an hour showing off all of her Avengers stuff. She had a replica of Thor's Mjolnir (and she knew how to pronounce it, which was even more impressing), she had the Spider-Man's Uno she had mentioned (it did make him kind of emotional to see a drawing of him on the package) and she had Iron Man's full suit.

Yeah, he did his best not to cry with the last one.

Even if she hadn’t ran up to you screaming ‘mommy’, he would’ve known that she was your daughter. Claire had your hair, your eyes, your nose, even when the rest of her tiny face was more like Mark’s. The corners of her eyes wrinkled the same way yours did when you smiled and she was as energetic as you, she got lost in her own thoughts just like her you used to do.

He had been counting the seconds to be out of your house and be able to break down on the guardianship of his loneliness, but when he found himself walking down the street after dinner... he just didn't.

Peter had gone to school that day being sure that as soon as he saw you, something would be okay, and even if it hadn't gone according to the plan, he hadn't been wrong. Something was okay: you were okay. You had a career, a good job, a loving husband, a perfect daughter, a beautiful family.

You had a great life and, most importantly, you were willing to welcome him in it, so yeah, maybe things were going to be okay.

So when Claire asked him to dinner with them again at the end of the week, and you said you wanted to say hi to May, he just couldn't refuse. That's how he ended up standing in front of your house again, with May by his side this time, holding a cherry pie they had placed and decorated on a plate as if to pretend they hadn't bought it from the grocery store.

As soon as the door opened, Peter handed the dessert to May, because he was prepared for the moment Claire jumped to his arms to greet him. You smiled openly at May, trying to blink away the tears in your eyes at the sight of the woman who had given you a place to call home everytime you felt like your own house was not it.

Both Peter and Mark noticed how you tried to keep your composure when her arms wrapped you in a warm embrace.

"Sorry, I'm a mess," you muttered in apology, trying to wipe your eyes without messing up your mascara.

"You look beautiful," May corrected, making your eyes wet all over again. "It smells amazing," she said suddenly, changing the subject to give you a chance to calm down, "what are you cooking?"

"Oh, I'm not cooking," you clarified rushing them inside, Peter still carrying the little girl in his arms, "Mark is. I somehow manage to burn the water."

"You could always make PB and jelly sandwiches," Peter said with an amused smile, earning a fond laugh from your lips, as if you shared an inside joke.

Only when Mark received the pie from May's hands did Peter notice that he was wearing a purple apron over his white unbuttoned shirt, and he couldn't help the sting in his heart at how perfect he was. He kindly apologized at the fact that the meat still needed a few more minutes on the oven, because he had been held back a little longer than expected at the office.

"What's that smell?" You asked, frowning.

"Daddy, the aspargaroos!" Claire exclaimed instantly, clearly unaware of how to pronounce asparagus, as she wiggled to let Peter know she wanted to be back on the ground. The tiny human ran behind her father into the kitchen, ready to do the damage control.

You decided to grab a bottle of white wine (and another Capri Sun for Peter) while her husband and daughter tried to resolve the asparagus crisis. He tried to pay attention to the conversation the two women in front of him were maintaining, but it was like they were talking in some foreign, alien, grown up language he couldn't understand.

This time, you took a little longer to finish your glass of wine than the last bottle you had opened, which had been a week ago when Peter had showed up in your doorstep. You were trying your best to hide your excitement talking to May, but you couldn't help the profound feeling of pride that took over your chest when you saw her eyes glimmer with amazement as they explored around the living room, where the pictures and prices of all of your family's accomplishments were displayed.

Peter was the first to notice Mark come out of the kitchen with a sheepish smile, "alright, so, the asparagus isn't salvageable, er, how do you feel about KFC salad?"

That's how they found themselves sitting at the round dinner table eating steak with a mushroom sauce Claired had been the one to think about, roasted potatoes and KFC salad, because apparently the always ordered some extra salad on their takeaways and stuffed them in the fridge.

"So..." May started, eyeing the young couple nervously. "There is so much to talk about. How... you... well..."

"How did I end married and with a kid at twenty three?" You finished for her, saving a sigh to yourself although you felt your husband tense a little beside you. The more you two heard that question, the more annoying it got, even when you knew May didn't mean to offend you.

Of course you knew you were young, and that many people your age couldn't handle such commitments, you didn't need people telling you that constantly. You had heard the same discourse from teachers, employers, even neighbors you had never talked to, it quickly got old and you tried not to become aggressive everytime you heard it.

Mark and you had a happy, healthy marriage, with a wonderful daughter that had brought light into a world as dark as yours was since the blip. You had good jobs that allowed you to have a stable economy and also take care of your family. You were happy, what else mattered? If you wanted opinions or needed help, you would certainly ask for it.

You never once had.

Still, you responded kindly, "well, we met in college, Princeton," you mentioned, earning two proud looks from your guests. "We were in different programs, so we met specifically through a praying group."

"That had never really been my thing," Mark picked up, "praying and all that God related talk bored me, but most of family and friends had been blipped... I was lonely. So I thought maybe I should give it a try."

"I honestly thought he had gone for the food, because when the meeting was over he looked like he hadn't understood a single word."

"Because I hadn't."

"A friend and I decided to come and talk to him, but after she left we hung out a little longer," you tried to hide the cheesy smile that took over your lips, but you looked over at Mark, who hasn't trying to hid his, and couldn't. "I don't know how to explain it, something about that moment just felt" you shrugged shyly "right."

The memories of you staying on the library, hiding behind the stacks of books so that no one would notice you trying to stay inside after it closed and talking the whole night long never failed to raise goosebumps along your skin. He would offer to read for you when your eyes got tired of working with the dim light that entered through the window, even when he was a law major and didn't understand a single word on the neuroscience and robotic books you were always studying.

It was soon after getting to know him, you just knew Mark had been made for you. There was something in the way you could see in his eyes that crowds freaked him out and that he tried not to cry after talking to his mom in the phone, something in the way he understood your whimpers in the days where anything above a mutter was just too much, that you knew this awkwardly tall curious guy was meant to cross your path.

"Things moved pretty fast after that," you continued, hoping you hadn't zoomed out for too long, "like 'we got married eight months after' fast."

May did her best to hide her surprise, while Peter choked on the salad. Was listening to your loving tone as you told the story easy? No, not at all. He wanted to throw up. Peter was still hopelessly in love with you, even when you were now five years older, even when you had a husband and a child, even when it was ridiculous and impossible, because for him it hadn't been years, it just had been months.

"Claire came soon after that," Mark concluded after pouring some more juice on Peter's glass and asking him if he was okay. "And all of this happened throughout college?"

"We had a really good support system," he nodded, smiling down at Claire, who had made a mess over her chicken sandwich. "A really good amount of friends willing to babysit whenever we had to work, understanding teachers who let us bring Claire to our lectures. My mom and Y/N's parents were also a great help."

"We were both on scholarships that gave us some allowances to support ourselves each month, too," you added. "It wasn't much, but it helped."

"And what are you working on now?" May switched to a conversation that would probably be easier on her nephew.

"Well, Mark is an associate on a buffet in Manhattan," you said grabbing your husband's hand. "What's your approach?" Peter asked, somewhat genuinely curious.

"Environmental law," he replied proudly.

"And I-"

"Mommy builds robot limbs!" Claire exclaimed excitedly, prompting a laugh on the others.

"Before I graduated, I got a job as lab assistant on a research for neuro prosthetics," you explained, "and after graduating, they hired me as researcher. Basically what we're trying to do is to create a non-invasive implant we can connect to the brain and spinal cord that controls robotic prosthetics for people who have lost limbs or return movement to paralyzed body sections."

Peter's skin prickled at the description of the research, for it was one he had known before it all went crumbling down. A memory flashed through his eyes, Tony helping his friend walk after he had been injured in Germany, on his first mission.

"That's..."

"A Stark Industries' research, yes," you nodded solemnly.

"Y/N told me you had an internship with Tony Stark before... it all happened," Mark commented carefully. Peter's head practically snapped in his direction, then, more subtly, in yours. You shook head slightly, almost imperceptibly, but clearly enough to let Peter know you hadn't told his secret.

"You met Tony Stark?" Claire asked him with a bright light in her eyes, one that Peter had seen thousands of times on other kids that, very much like himself, dreamt every night of robots and technologies that could change the world.

"Yes."

"How was he?"

Peter thought for a few seconds about his answer. What was Tony Stark? He was charming, sure, but he wasn't exactly friendly. He was a genius, yet he had never let that cloud his judgement. He had trouble expressing himself, but he always made sure the people around knew how much they meant to him. Suddenly Peter understood why Shakespeare was always making up words, there were just some things, some people, the english language wasn't extensive enough to describe, so he said the best he could come up with.

"He was the most amazing guy I ever met."

You smiled down at your nearly empty plate, it was impossible to forget how much had mr. Stark meant for Peter. Even when you guys broke up and cut off all communication, you still prayed for him to always be under the wing of his mentor. You couldn’t imagen what it was like for Peter to live in a world where Tony Stark was no longer there to help him walk through life.

Hopefully, you would be able to do that in his absence.

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[prinxlyart]

I will say, I am hungry again and I have a few ask for your Willumity/Vinira headcannons. HOWEVER to be fair to you. This time I will restrain myself and simply ask for you to share any headcanons you want to share as of now!

You can ALWAYS ask for more Willumity.

A L W A Y S

But!! Since you’ve given me free reign to just play in this sandbox, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do

We all agree that Luz is hella ADHD. This girl will talk for HOURS about the shit she likes. If something grabs her attention, she wants to know everything about it. She doesn’t like being told to do things, but she loves being asked to do things. For example: if someone tells her she needs to do a thing her brain will immediately click into the “No” position and will refuse to budge. If someone asks her to do something, her brain clicks to “help? I can help? I can help with a thing for this person? Yes! I’ll help this person with this task because it will make them happy! Yes! I can help!” This is why acts of service resonate so strongly with her.

I don’t know what mental diversity looks like on the Boiling Isles considering how just. Horror-based everything is? But I’m 100% on that autistic Amity train. She has to do things a Certain Way or she’ll teeter on the edge of a meltdown. She refuses to touch/eat certain textures. She usually doesn’t know what the appropriate response/reaction is to a given conversation, especially with her socialite friends, which is why she just remains a cool mask of indifference. She’ll inspect every detail of anything that’s handed to her. She’s incredibly smart, but doesn’t always know how to convey what she knows and understands into words other people can understand. The only people allowed in her personal space are her siblings. Eventually that also stems to Luz and Willow, maybe more as she grows more comfortable with herself? But usually anyone getting in her space is overwhelming and alarming. Defo has a hard time regulating/processing her emotions.

I need to make an entire post dedicated to Augustus Porter because my boy deserves it, but I’ll toss some random things here. He has a signed poster from the head of the Illusionist Coven framed on his bedroom wall. He and his dad have bi-weekly after-dinner standup comedy sessions with each other (Perry has kept a secret journal of all of Gus’s best jokes he’s done over the years that he reads whenever he needs a pick-me-up).

Perry and Eda knew each other in school in passing. Their social circles overlapped but they were never hanging out in the same groups. When Gus is very little (like, maybe 3 or 4?), Perry takes him to the market to just wander around and they find Eda’s Human Collectibles Stand. She and Perry catch up, he introduces her to his son, and Eda (ever the saleswoman) pulls out some shiny human thing that Gus is immediately taken with. In between her and Perry catching up, Gus asks her a million questions about the thing he’s been given and then even more questions about other stuff at her stand. She actually finds it really fun to show off her human shit to someone so enthralled by it. She makes some stuff up here and there just to mess with him, but he’s too young to realize it’s a joke or not true, and takes everything at face value. We all know Eda likes to get a little theatrical with her sales pitches; she does the Salesperson act with everything Gus asks her about. She lets Gus take a couple items home just because he was such a riot and Perry insists he pay for something, but Eda just waves them off and tells him that this is just an investment in a lifelong customer. She had no idea how right she was because Gus defo became obsessed with human culture from that point on. He also picked up on Eda’s super theatrical sales pitches (because he thought it was funny and because he thought that’s just how you’re supposed to show human stuff to people) and began showing off his own “human collectibles museum” to his dad with the same theatrical voice. Perry plays along with this too (as a news anchor he’s got a great announcer voice) and ta-da! That’s how we get the boy we all know and love today. It’s 100% Eda’s fault, but Perry definitely encouraged it because it made his son so happy. That’s also why Gus doesn’t seem especially perturbed at meeting Eda for the first time in ep 3. Or for interjecting his new Human Knowledge in the moment she was patting Luz’s head. He’s used to having conversations with her about human junk whenever she has her stand up. Eda’s secretly relieved that one of Luz’s new friends is actually someone she kinda knows. It’s Perry’s kid, and Perry’s a good guy. His little squirt seems to be growing up to be pretty good too.

Eda scoffs at “nerdy” shit as if she hasn’t owned the Clawthorne Braincell her entire life. “She worked twice as hard” “-that just made me work harder than you!”. Eda’s extremely smart and extremely talented. She likely created the secret room of shortcuts entirely on her own. She probably studied in the school library constantly, but under the guise of causing mischief. And like. She probably did both. She was a potions track kid so she probably knew all the best ways to make stink bombs that she could leave hidden in the shelves. She hated school because she was so limited and stifled; she only wanted to learn magic and was told no at every turn. So when she learned magic on her own, yknow, without the guidance of a teacher, there’s bound to be some major fuck ups. Once she’s fine-tuned her mistakes though, she absolutely turns them into pranks. You say I’m not allowed to study multiple tracks, bumpikins?? Well how��s THIS!!! How’s THAT for focus??? (Half of her pranks were also just her showing off and desperately hoping to prove that she could learn any type of magic and couldn’t be constrained to just the one. Bump recognized this of course, but he had strict guidelines to follow and no Luz Noceda to call him out for it.)

Camila treasures her daughter more than life itself. I personally refuse to headcanon anything to do with her extended family or why she’s a single parent (too many variables and options that could be addressed in the show), but I do know that she loves Luz more than anything. It’s exhausting being a single mom, working as a nurse, and trying to be there for her ADHD daughter when the rest of the world doesn’t seem to want her. It hurts her so much to see her baby, the light of her life, her Luz, be brushed aside and written off as “the weirdo”, or bullied, or even outright hated by some people just because she’s a little different. She’s had to have some words with the school staff for how they treat her on occasion. Did you see that Principal’s death glare in the first ep?? He hates her. Camila’s there not just because she’s Luz’s parent, but also to act as a barrier between the principal and Luz. She would move Heaven and Earth for Luz, but it can be a lot when you’re the only adult around. I truly believe she wanted Luz to go to that camp to learn how to be friends with kids that didn’t already know her or her quirks. Even she sounded unsure of what they would do at that camp, but she had full faith that this would be Luz’s opportunity to make friends with other kids that could teach her to like....more mainstream stuff. So she could learn how to mimic their (hopefully, toned down) behaviors. She just wants her baby to be accepted by others.

This next one’s a doozy so hold on to your butts

Lilith is technically smart. And I mean that in a literal sense - she can read and understand the fundamentals of magic, the concepts and execution of complex spells, recite entire chapters of Boiling Isles history, you name it. Many adults in her youth called her gifted because of it. All she actually did was absorb the information and regurgitate it when asked. She thrived on the praise she received. What made her different from her sister is that she never wanted anything more than to do as she was told. Her biggest goal? Her dream job? Was to just be given orders by the Emperor. I’m sure there’s all sorts of flowery propaganda surrounding that, advertising how incredible it is to be in the Emperor’s Coven, what an honor it is to work alongside the witch that can speak to the Titan. But it’s literally just. Taking orders. And knowing you’re somehow better than everyone else because you’ve been selected to be among the elite. She never strived for anything more; she never wanted to do anything else but enforce the Emperor’s will because that was “the highest honor” a witch could have. As a result (or in conjunction rather) she lacks literally any amount of foresight. There’s only one braincell in the Clawthorne Family and her sister has it because this dumbass doesn’t think about anyone but herself. Instead of talking with Eda about what they should do when they were told there was only one spot left in the Emperor’s Coven, she walked away. Only thinking of how she could secure her victory. She didn’t ask Eda how she felt about the situation, she didn’t let Eda speak her mind about what her own desires were; Eda made it clear enough that she just wanted to be by Lilith’s side, she didn’t care what that meant. She just wanted to be with her big sister. Eda tried to reach out to her to discuss their cirumstances, but Lilith just walked away like the broody, self-centered teenager that she was and resolved to cheat her way to victory. When Eda knew this was her dream. Why would she think Eda would take away her dream???? She could’ve asked Eda to throw the duel? She could’ve asked her to fake the match? Or even fake sick? Or just not even shown up! If she didn’t show up it could’ve counted as a forfeit and Lilith would’ve earned the spot by default! But no, she had to ruin her sister’s entire life in an act of cowardice and dishonor because she’s so full of herself and didn’t read the fine print. She loves her sister, of course she does, but she’s so self-absorbed that she’s never seen Eda for who she actually is and wasted both of their lives as a result. And this is all just analysis of her character and that flashback, this isn’t even headcanons. I think if she has any amount of respect for her sister (she doesn’t), her redemption will have to go far far beyond an apology and taking on half the curse. When I say Lilith is a dumbass, this is specifically what I mean. She doesn’t think about how her actions will affect those around her. She was the Head of the Emperor’s Coven, literally one of the most powerful positions she could possibly be in on the Boiling Isles and still sacrificed Amity’s dignity and years of hard work just so she could be ensured that she could one-up her sister. She did this in front of everyone in attendance of that Witches Duel. She risked Amity’s credibility as a witch, as a Blight, and as a person just to fuel her own ego. It’s no wonder Amity was so upset; the witch she’s been idolizing her whole life didn’t think she had what it took to best a human that couldn’t do magic in a witches duel. That can fuck up your self esteem something fierce. And Lilith hardly seemed to give a shit!!!! She didn’t care that she just trashed Amity’s reputation in front of dozens of spectators!!!! I’m v bitter about Lilith as a character in case you couldn’t tell.

If I had to throw a headcanon in, I’ll toss one in that sterling and I have discussed: Lilith literally doesn’t know how to live her life as an independent adult. Sure, she knows how to like. Make herself some easy dinners? But that’s literally only because she used to make herself and Eda dinners when they were kids. Beyond that, she has no fucking idea. She can do the basic household chores any teenager knows how to do, but she’s lived in the Emperor’s Castle with the rest of the Coven since she joined. It’s kind of like living in a college dorm; food and a room is provided, there’s maybe a laundry service, she’s never had to pay taxes in her life (not that Eda does, but yknow). The only things she buys for herself (if she doesn’t make it herself) is her hair dye and books. When she first moves in to the Owl House, she has no idea how the household chores are done. She’s on House Cleaning Duty Eternally and the first......I’ll say year. Eda will wake her up by banging pots and pans over her head once every month and scream-singing about how it’s House Cleaning Day, pull out her lawn chairs and some lemonade, and she and Luz (and sometimes King) will just sit back and relax and watch the show that is Lilith trying to clean Hooty. Hooty does not like to cooperate with her (partially because Lilith is a special friend and partially because he knows how much joy it brings Eda and Luz to watch her struggle).

Oof I could go on but this is already one hell of a post huh? Sorry (not really) for dragging Lilith so hard; not a joke, tumblr made me split hers up into two bullet points because it couldn’t comprehend my ranting for so long in one bullet point. I do love sharing these with y’all though, they’re so much fun and I’m so glad you guys like my rambling. <3333

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