#Mama Trauma (Wednesday)

[tumblingxelian]

Wednesday Fanfic Concept - The Nevermore Affair

Summary:

When Wednesday Addams was forced to attend Nevermore Academy she was confident about two things.

1: She would be escaping in short order. 2: She would in no way follow her mothers matrimonial footsteps.

Which begs the question of how she managed to find herself engaged twice over within the first twenty four hours!?

Worse still, it is to the two most vexing people at Nevermore, Enid Sinclair and Bianca Barclay.

Concept:

Nevermore is quite literally a magical place.

One suffused with the power of oath and ritual, so much so that it requires a specialized rulebook to make sure you don't accidentally invoke a binding spell on accident.

Nevermore's Guide to the Magical and Mundane. This was a guidebook that Wednesday did not read because she had no intention of staying.

This becomes a problem on the first night when her argument with Enid is not interrupted and spills over into an actual fight after Wednesday ignored Enid's physical "Back off" warning.

This is a fight Wednesday loses due to not knowing Enid knew martial arts, underestimating her Lycan strength and generally assuming Enid posed no real threat and would become afraid the moment she gave her a slight scare.

Instead said fight ended with Enid's fangs buried in her neck, fangs Enid normally doesn't have access to.

Enid freaks out, apologies and flees while Wednesday is left annoyed, confused, a touch disappointed in several ways but dismissed it as "I miscalculated, won't happen again."

Long story short, the pose Enid adopted was actually a Lycan custom, saying "If you step forward to battle, you place your life in my hands"

So when she wins & doesn't kill Wednesday… Yeah you get it.

The very next morning, Wednesday arrives at fencing all kitted up in her suit from home, mask on her face and neck markings covered.

As is custom she picks a fight with Bianca and after a win, a loss with the final round being a tie breaker, she demands either military rules or something with similar principles much to the tittering of the crowed.

Wednesday herself ignores it, simply having defaulted to something she knows will make the fight more dangerous cos her parents always did it and she is excited but also wants to know Bianca off balance.

Duel of Dominion perhaps? Duel of Blood perhaps? Not sure.

Bianca, is incredibly vexed and not a little bit scared. Interpreting this as Wednesday trying to either 'claim' her or intimidate her into surrendering, but she is not about to back down.

Enid's efforts to subtly intervene are ignored by all and while normally the coach would intervene. Due to a mix of Wednesday's background and the fact Bianca can just refuse he doesn't.

They duel, Bianca wins.

"I suppose I will get to see you in white," She intones, before licking Wednesday's blood off the blade and sealing the pact.

"Its barely a scratch" Wednesday dismissed, taking off her helmet and revealing Enid's mark.

Much to the crowds surprise; the act itself may even have been encouraged by Enid.

Xavier starts losing his shit and is sent away.

It is worth noting that the binding can be broken, but that is an expensive and drawn out process and requires the victors permission.

Bianca intended to just hold onto it to keep Wednesday until she could extract a major debt from the Addams for breaking it.

Enid has no idea if the bond can be broken or even happened given her own issues, but was hoping to find a solution in secret.

Wednesday is sent to the nurses office for the cut but also to ensure she is physically well and also not been siren songed or anything else. This is also where she finds out about... All this and reacts as you'd expect.

Meanwhile, Coach Vlad drags Enid & Bianca to Weems to explain how Wednesday somehow got herself engaged by ancient rights of Lycan culture and Nevermore dueling culture within 24 hours!

Fun fact, but because both of these happened and in such quick succession, breaking the bindings will be much harder than normal.

Weems: I have the sneaking suspicion this is going to be about Miss Addams somehow. Enid (Trying to ease the tension) Well its Misses Addams now isn't it? Bianca (Exhausted with this) If you think I'm taking her name you're insane. Weems:... I trust... I pray that you two are merely telling a poor joke. Vlad: No Madame, I am afraid not.

Somewhere in Nevermore a scream of outrage echoed through the stone halls.

Notes:

This is very much a "Crack taken seriously" style story. It begins as a comedy of errors and becomes much more messy and complicated as the three have to navigate the bonds, trying to break them, live with them, other people's perceptions of them and so on. Let alone the murder mystery.

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[ohtobeleah]

I need to see that blurb about Fe screaming and waking up Dot like now. I think you owe us a little fluff at this point.

This video had me dying and I couldn’t not think of Terms of Endearment Bradley: Here’s a little 2k Blurb to break up to copious amounts of angst and whump I’ve been throwing your way.

Warnings: Smut.

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Midnight. Usually a time where people would be sleeping soundly and drooling into their favourite pillow after taking one too many melatonin gummies. But not you and Bradley Bradshaw. 

“Oh my god baby you’re so fucking beautiful.” Bradley’s so deep inside you, rocking his hips against yours ever so gently as he coaxes you closer and closer towards your high. “Come on, just one more mama—I wanna see how pretty you look when you cum.” 

“Rooster—“ It’s music to Bradley’s ears as you whine below him, he’s holding himself above you on strong, muscular, fucking tanned to perfection arms. “Baby—!” It was the Wednesday night before your wedding on Saturday. The entire week prior you and Bradley had been buzzing with glee and excitement to finally have the happy ending everyone knew you deserved. “Oh god yes—just keep doing that!” 

Throwing your head back, Bradley moved a hand to cup over your mouth gently, muffling your moans that made his cock twitch inside your pretty core. If he didn’t? He knew at the volume you were currently whimpering at would wake up Odette just down the hall. She had ears like a Hawk. 

“Gonna have to use your inside voice baby.” Bradley lowers his lips to kiss the junction of your neck and shoulder as he moves, fucking you deep and slow while you turn the vibrator your holding against your sensitive bundle of nerves up just one more setting. “Ohh shit— I can feel your vibrator against my shaft baby fuck—“ Sending you closer and closer towards your high as the all too familiar sensation of your stomach tightening, your toes tingling and the coil winding and winding and winding, building to an unimaginable degree. 

“Ohhh—“ Against Bradley’s palm, you moan at the sensation. You feel like your floating with your soon to be husband fucking you like this. It’s damn near pornographic the sounds you're letting out and Bradley can’t take it. “Ohhhh—yes! Oh my gosh—Bradley, baby—“ 

“Fuck, you gotta cum for me mama I can’t hold it—“ For the longest time you were always on top. You needed to be for your own sanity. Bradley didn’t mind, not one bit, he wanted you to feel as comfortable and as safe as possible while you were being intimate together. There was still a lot to unpack, a lot of built up trauma and therapy to sit through—but when you’d asked Bradley Bradshaw to fuck you missionary style while you got yourself off? He couldn’t resist. “Fe I’m not kidding I’m gonna have an aneurysm if I don’t cum in your pretty little pussy right this second.” 

Bradley, with all his manners and good graces, always had you finishing first. But something about tonight had him gunning for a third time before he’d even come once. But for the gentleman he was, he was growing far too desperate. 

“Just a few more seconds Roo I’m there! I’m there I’m so fucking—ahhhhh! Yes!!—“ Your sex toys were Bradley’s best friend. They helped you find your sexual side once more after you’d fallen into a rut. Bradley wasn’t jealous, he loved your pink vibrator with all his heart. He’d sanitise and charge it whenever he was changing the linen on the bed. It was his favourite thing—because it made you feral and he had no problem playing second fiddle to a sex toy so long as he got to see you cum. 

“Ah fuck! fuck fuck! Y/n baby yesss—“ Bradley came the hardest he thought he ever had as he watched on in ore from above how your eyes rolled into the back of your head. How you clenched around his length like a vice, felt how your back arched off the bed you shared every night, how you babbled against the palm of his hand which at this point wasn’t doing anything to muffle your whimpers. 

Jutting his hips against yours as Braldey milked himself dry into your fluttering pussy. Spilling his load deep inside you, hoping just one of his boys would charge ahead and get the party started inside your uterus. You wanted another baby—wanted to grow your family with Bradley and fuck was he determined to make that dream a reality. 

“I love you so much.” Bradley cooed as he smirked against your lips, taking your mouth hostage with his as you threw the vibrator out from between you and your fiancé and wrapped your arms around his neck. Pulling him down on top of you. “Soon to be Mrs Bradshaw.” 

“Have I told you how much I love the sound of that, Mrs Bradshaw—Lieutenant Felix Bradshaw.” 

“Doesn’t sound as hot as Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw, now does it.” Bradley teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you as he pushed himself up and off of you. Holding his junk so whatever cum still coated his cock didn’t drip onto the sheets. “Stay put—imma get a towel.” 

“MAMA!!” Dot is screaming out from her room. She was in absolute hysterics. There was something that little three year old of yours was good at and it was screaming at the top of her lungs from her bed whenever she needed someone. Either too lazy or too scared to investigate the problem herself. Screaming out into the void of darkness that consumed the entire household after the sun went down and the three of you had gone to bed. “MAMA!!” 

“Holy shit—“ Bradley gripped at his exposed chest when the sound of Odette's cries came barrelling out of her room, down the hall, and into your room. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest cavity at the sound that ripped through the silence of the middle of the night. “Fuck!” He groaned. “I knew she was gonna wake up.” 

“You’re the one who started it, Lieutenant Commander.” You watched all the while you laughed behind your own hand from the middle of the bed as your soon to be husband made his way into the en-sutie to clean himself off and throw a pair of sweats on. “For all we know it could be something completely unrelated to us.” 

“She has the hearing of a bat Fe–” 

“Just go see what she's upset about Roo.” You sighed, following Bradleys footsteps as you made your way off the bed and into the en-suite, sitting on the toilet while he watched your naked self. “Take a picture, it'll last longer.” 

“Geez, sorry, can I not enjoy the sight of my–” Before Braldey could finish his taunting remarks, Odette was once again screaming her lungs out through fearful sobs. 

“MAMMA!!” You raised your eyebrows in absolute shock at how loud she was, watching as Bradley sighed and padded out of your room, down the hall and into Dot's room. 

“Oh Dotty.” Bradley cooed as Dot sat up in the middle of her bed crying her heart out. She looked so small in her new big girl bed. “What’s wrong darling?” Bradley’s cooing, he’s trying so fucking hard not to laugh because the idea of the two of you waking your little girl with the noises he had you making while making love, made him feral. He just had to tell Jake, but he knew he couldn’t. He’d get the shit best out of him if he did. 

“I want mama, where’s mama?” 

“Mama’s sleeping baby.” Lies, Dot had just heard you screaming, she was three not stupid. “Here, why don’t I sit with you for a little while and—“ As Bradley ducked to fit himself under the post of Dot's bed, he’s met with an even louder, even more enthusiastic scream. It makes him pause and raise his brow because they certainly were not lungs she was passed down from him. 

“MAMA!!” Holy fuck this kid was loud Rooster thought to himself as he tried to soothe Dot, nothing he did seemed to work this time. All his usual tips and tricks were failing left and right and as it seemed? The only thing that was going to get Odette to stop whaling like someone was slitting her throat was to get you in here. “I want mamma I want mama!” 

“Okay—“ Bradley held his hands up near his head in self surrender as he stood up from kneeling on Dot's small toddler house bed. “Alright Dot I’ll get mama.” Which is exactly what Rooster does knowing that if you went into Odette's room at this hour? He’d be spending the rest of the night alone in a bed far too big for one person. 

Shaking his head, Rooster made his way back to your bedroom, he looked at you all guilty like. Rubbing that back of his head when you could still hear Dots cry’s echoing from down the hall. 

“Why’s she still crying hun?” 

“Okay—so our daughter is crying right now because she heard you screaming and she wants to make sure that you’re okay.” Bradley watched as you threw one of his shirts over your head that you’d grabbed from his dresser. 

“I was screaming?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. Fixing the shirt up as Bradley smirked to himself with a little nod. Damn fucking straight he had you screaming. 

“Oh yeah, yeah you were screaming.” He chuckled, there’s a slight tint creeping across his cheeks as you deadpan him. He knows you know that he knows you love him, every inch of him that is. “Yeah, so I think you should go talk to her.” He laughs out a huff at how ridiculous this is. “And let her know that, you’re okay.” 

You pause for a moment. You know if you go in there then that’s it. You’re trapped for the rest of the night. But when you hear Odette scream again your heart breaks for your daughter. 

“Alright, fine—“ You point at your soon to be husband who is far too proud of himself. “This is your fault.” 

“Hey!” Bradley’s holding his hands up in his own defence. “You asked me to be on top, the consequences of that request are on you mama.” 

You don’t stick around to argue about it much longer, instead you pad on down to your darling daughter’s room which had once been Bradley Bradshaw's spare bedroom. He’d painted the walls and hung curtains and made it any little girl's dream oasis. Bradley loved Odette as much as he loved you. So he couldn’t help but to follow. Needing to see how you handled this. 

It was always so crazy seeing you switch back into protective mum mode. 

“Oh darlin’ what’s wrong?” At the sound of your voice Dot was whaling louder than she was before. “Dot, oh my gosh sweetheart it’s okay—“ You tried not to laugh as you climbed into her little toddler bed. 

“I heard you scweaming and I wanted to know s’wrong but no one was answewing me.” Pulling her close, you kissed Dot's cheek and lingered against her skin as you muffled out a small laugh. Fucking Bradley Bradshaw and his stupid dick. 

“Oh our door was closed, I’m so sorry—“ You were gonna have to remind yourself that Odette was all seeing and all hearing. Maybe Rooster was right, she did have the hearing of a bat.

“It was like you were huwt or someting.” 

“Oh no I’m not hurt darlin, I’m so sorry that I scared you—I thought you were so asleep.” You left your explanation at that as Bradley stood with his arms crossed over his exposed chest in the doorway. Just drinking in the sight of the best mum in the world. 

You’d done so much to protect Dot, so much to make sure she had a happy life. Unbeknownst to you or Bradley at the time but you were already pregnant. You just hadn’t caught onto the signs yet and with your small bench elopement style wedding on the weekend it was hardly something you were truly looking out for. 

“I’m gonna stay here till you fall asleep okay baby?” You kissed your daughter’s cheek as she clung to you. She was getting big but she’d never not be your baby girl. “I love you so much.” 

Bradley just smiled to himself as he shut the door, padding down the hall back to the room he shared with you every night. The one that had the bed too big for just him. 

Wondering how he got so damn lucky to fall in love with you and your daughter.

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[lisenberry]

A little early for WIP Wednesday, but I've been thinking about this one for a while and it had me in a chokehold this morning. Snippet from something longer.

Alpha Bountyhunter!Price x Omega Saloon Madam!Reader

Western in the vein of Deadwood, Godless, and Silverado (thank you @thecoziestbean)

Title: I was born to run, you were born to stay (so hold me close)

CW: Violence, murder, sex work, ABO/Omegaverse, past trauma

“Are you the madam?”  The timbre of his voice spoke to a memory you’ll never forget.

If you had a doubt before, thinking your eyes and your olfactory deceived you, you were sure as shit now.

“I am.  And don’t bother, I know who you are.  A lawman in Chicago, before the war?”

“Yeah, I was there.” As if he got the question all the time. As if he was famous or something.

“Sergeant John Price?  You gunned down my daddy like he was a mad dog in the street.”

“I've killed a lot of daddies. Did he deserve it?”  He licked at the foamy bubbles of beer clinging to his thick, dark mustache before wiping it with the back of his hand.

His glacial eyes fixed on yours, assessing.

“Maybe.  But I sure as hell didn’t.” 

His gaze slipped down to the scarf around your neck, strategically placed to muddy your scent and disguise your bitten gland. 

“It's Captain now. Never met a mated whore before.”  He finished his drink with a long, thirsty pull.  Simultaneously changing the subject of his culpability in the wayward trajectory of your life, and daring to insult you for it.

“Widowed.”  You challenged his derision with a light tone, as you replaced his empty mug with a fresh fill.

“I’m sorry, and for the offense as well.  What happened to him?”  He didn’t seem very sorry.  In fact, you imagined it was a disposition as foreign to him as couth.  

“He was shot in the face.  Very tragic.”  A sweet, satisfied smile graced your lips.

“You sound real tore up about it.”

“I was.  The recoil on that rifle nearly dislocated my shoulder.”  Your boldness was rewarded with a surprised, choking snort.

“Is there a warrant out for your arrest anywhere?”  he asked, recovering with an inquisitive grin.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.  Truss me up and drag me in?”  You were playing with fire, judging by the flare of hot blue light that accompanied the sharp huff of air into his nose.  Like a bull chuffing at the dirt.

But you were too long in the tooth to be simpering for ornery old alphas.  After what he’d done to you, it seemed only right to give him a bit of trouble.

“No, I imagine you’d just put me down all swift and quiet like, not wanting the fight.”  If he was going to insult your honor, you’d give it right back.

But he didn’t rise to the bait.  Not as quick to anger as that last lingering impression you had of him from years ago.  Shame, it was a sight.

“Do I have to worry about you, darling?” An unsettling warmth displaced any suspicion in his words.

You glanced down at the bar top, to see just how close his hand was to yours.  A tingle of electricity drawing you in against your will.

Can’t fight your nature, child.  It’d been the last thing your grieving mama said to you before you were loaded onto that stock car filled with young, first heat omegas.  Alongside the cattle slated for auction.  Each one moaning and crying a different tune.

“Reckon you’d be a fool not to, Captain.” 

#call of duty #captain price #john price #price x reader #alpha omega #omegaverse #abo #western au #cod #cod 141

[qalbtalk]

Casper 🐾♥️ 2010–2024

These past few months have altered the trajectory of my life indelibly. Things you were always scared of can happen, and so can those that you never imagined. I have now lived through both.

Casper in kaffan | Casper's body being escorted away | Casper's grave is beyond that fence

Casper passed away on Wednesday evening after two weeks of rapidly deteriorating health. He had been fussy with food and was losing weight for a while now--my brother thought it was a sign of aging, mama thought it was his dental issues again but none of us imagined that he was fighting for his life. Last Saturday his vet said that he may be suffering from FIP (Feline Infectious Peritonitis), also known as cat coronavirus. Cats are exposed to it sometime in their life and when the virus mutates, there is nothing you can do. Casper was a perfectly healthy, indoor cat. His first blood test came back normal. The vet put him on IV fluids and it felt like he would be okay because after that visit he ate a bit, groomed himself and even seemed playful. I was hopeful he would recover from whatever was ailing him. However, things deteriorated over the weekend when he threw up blood and wasn't able to use his litter box. We were back to see the vet on Monday to have fluid drained from his abdomen as his x-rays showed a steady build-up. The vet kept the fluid in case we chose to have it tested but told us it wasn't a good sign and the prognosis was not good. I prayed so much that he would somehow survive, that if he was in pain, it would end and he would be blessed with complete shifa—we all did. Between Hasan and I, we read all we could about FIP and the experimental drug that exists but is not FDA-approved. I asked the doctor to send the fluid for analysis so we can know if we might be able to do something for him but he left us before his results came back. The report showed early signs of liver failure and heart disease. We don't really know his official diagnosis.

His last few nights with us were so painful to watch. I came back home and slept in the living room with him so I could be there in case he got sick. He drank so much water and threw up a lot. Casper was super picky about cleanliness—he refused to eat in a bowl that hadn't been washed. I cried a lot when I had to wash his paws because he was too weak to do so himself. He chose to go on his own terms and didn't burden us with having to euthanize him. We always thought Casper would live for 18-20 years like an indoor cat is supposed to, in fact I planned for it. He was my baby, but we plan and Allah plans and His plans are better.

If you don't have a pet, you will not understand any of it. People can treat animals very poorly. I remember stories from back home of dogs being kicked and shot; cats being shooed away or mishandled. Casper taught us what loving an animal really means. It's been three days since he passed away. I know what I'm supposed to believe. I know what Islam says but my heart is shattered. The irony is that even on the day he passed, I attended a workshop on grief and adjustment through a trauma informed lens for an entirely different reason. I just didn't know that I would need to apply it to something else too. My manager told me to take the next two days to focus on Casper because I broke down in his office. I texted the family group chat all day checking on him, asking if he ate, used the litter box, if he was okay. I kept telling Hasan and papa not to talk hopelessly because he would sense it if we were giving up on him. We had to remain positive for him. 

Casper was my heart. He was a regular feature on my old blog. From his cute habits to his antics, he kept us all entertained for 13.5 years. He was the 3rd child, or as I liked to call him, baby 2.5. He came to live with us when he was only 8-weeks old. We used to joke that he doesn't live in our house, we live in his. He was so spoiled. He used to nap in front of the fireplace. We would leave it on for him in the winter. Mama used to heat up his food for 8-seconds before giving it to him and would say bismillah three times and pet his head before he would eat. Papa would clean his litter box every two-days because he would not use it otherwise. From his four different cat beds, he still preferred to sleep on mine even though I wasn't there. He spent the majority of his time in my room during his last two weeks with us. Leaving him behind was the hardest decision I had to make and I missed him everyday. I came over every weekend to see him. Now that he is gone, I can't sleep in that room or on that bed. It's too painful without him purring and cuddling with me. The whole house feels empty. We all feel as if he'll come around the corner anytime and ask us to pick him up or feed him. 

We all cried so much, Casper. You don't know what you meant to us or maybe you did, which is why you tried to make everyone happy on the last day you were with us. Cats tend to isolate completely when they’re close to passing but you let us remain close to you because you knew we needed it—maybe you did too. You went to see papa upstairs in his bedroom before he left for work because you knew it was the last time he'd see you alive. We all wonder how you made it upstairs at all because you could barely walk. You slow-blinked at mama to let her know it was okay when you almost slipped from her grasp coming down the stairs because you were so weak. You let Hasan pet you. And most of all you waited for me to come see you after work…  I had barely taken off my jacket and come to you before I realized you weren't breathing right. Your pupils had dilated and your tongue was sticking out as you tried to breathe. We called your vet who told us to take you to the emergency pet hospital. I quickly wrapped you in your favourite blanket. I know you didn't like going outside and it was -30°C that evening. But before we had even turned the corner of our street, you took your last breath in my arms. Hasan ran upstairs to cry when we came back inside. I called papa who was on his way home. Mama was crying. We laid you down in front of the fireplace in your favourite bed. Your heart was still beating even though you weren't breathing. The Isha azaan started and your heart stopped too… along with a huge part of mine. 

You were with me for 40% of my life, Casper, and knew everything. You were my best friend, the one who stayed with me when I was sick, the one who cuddled with me as I cried, the one who kept my secrets, the one who witnessed every phase of my life, helped write my thesis, mend my broken heart, gave me hope and strengthened my faith. After losing X a few months ago, I had given up on everything. The state of the world with Gaza on fire didn't help either. Everywhere I looked, I saw devastation. Nothing felt good or right. I was living on auto-pilot. I deleted my blog too. My only comfort was you and now you're gone too. 

Everywhere I look now, I see you. We keep finding your fur everywhere, your old toys, the name tag you never wore, your whole medical file, your food bowls and beds. I have 10,000+ photos of you because you’re all I took photos of. You didn't talk but your love was unconditional. Love between humans can hurt with words or actions but your love only came with goodness and without reproach. We had so many names for you—Casper, Capu, Capi, Chowdhury saab (papa's favourite)—you responded to all of them. You were a bit cross eyed and your white paws, nose spot and ear cut made you truly adorable. You loved creamy dairy treats, ras malai and mango-flavoured desserts though you were not interested in any other human food. You prayed with mama and I, listened to the Qur'an, and fasted with us for 13 years in Ramadan. I don't care what anyone says; you were a Muslim cat. I couldn't imagine cremating you even though that's common for pets here. If it was summer, we would have buried you in our backyard but Allah heard me and you found a place in the ground. The workers were so kind when they heard we had brought our pet. You got a special escort in the back of a service truck. The night before we buried you was the hardest to get through because we wrapped you in a white pillowcase and laid you outside in your favourite bed to preserve your body in the cold. At -23°C, it was colder than the freezer. You didn't like the cold. I visit your grave every day because I miss you so much. I haven't slept properly in days and my right eye hurts constantly. If given a choice on any of my prayers being accepted, I would choose to bring you back. Please know that you were truly loved. So many people miss you, even those that only met you once or twice. So many have sent flowers that our house may as well be a garden. I imagine even better for you in jannah.    I know you're in jannah in the largest kitty palace Allah made for you, with an all-you-can-eat treat buffet. I hope you're happy and I pray I reunite with you soon, inshaAllah. Please forgive us if we ever hurt you and made you unhappy in any way. Thank you for loving me so much that you waited for me even on your last day. I will never forget you.

#my photos #casper #i didn't know hasan took a photo of him after death but im thankful for it now

[streaminn]

Okie, so I was in bed, totally about to turn off my phone in a few minutes and get them eepies, but then I made the mistake of opening up your Ortegaverse tag and doom-scrolled... oopsies

Anyway, while scrolling, I came across an old comment from our good friend @theogm-art from a few days ago. Unfortunately, I don't have a screenshot but basically, it was about Wednesday finding Enid with May and taking them back to the Addams Mansion. And of course, my brain took it as a challenge lol.

And so, blah blah my interpretation blah blah blah (forgive me, I'm tired lol)

"You live here?" Wednesday asked, trying not to sound disgusted. The apartment that Enid took the trio to wasn't too awful, but it certainly wasn't going in any magazines. The whole place was small and as far as Wednesday could tell, the was only one bedroom, definitely far too small for an entire family to live in.

"Yeah, it isn't a mansion but... it's home," Enid sighed before turning to her daughter, "Hey pup! Whataya want for lunch?"

"PB&J PWEASE! And in twiangles!" May shouted, making Enid chuckle fondly. Her daughter, just like Enid at seven, is still unable to pronounce her L's and R's. "Alright, pup! One PB&J in triangles, coming up!" Enid turned back to the raven standing dumbfounded by the front door, "You want anything, Wends? I don't have much, but I'm told I make a mean PB&J?"

Wednesday finds herself about to make some remark about the gluttonous nature of the sandwich, but quickly bites her tongue, "I suppose I stomach a single sandwich."

(idk, time skip 30 mins)

"Enid."

"Yeah? What's up Wends?"

"I couldn't help but notice, this apartment is incredibly small. I assume you aren't doing well financially?"

Enid sighs in response and instead looks to May, "Hey pup? Mama needs to talk with her friend, can you go play in our room?" May nods happily and runs off to their bedroom, leaving the adults alone. "No, I'm honestly just barely keeping up with the bills. It's surprisingly hard raising a seven-year-old all on your own," the wolf jokes, but receives no sign of humor from the other woman.

Instead, Wednesday's eyes widen in shock, "On your own?" The dark-haired woman stares in disbelief for another moment before finding her voice again, though lightly laced with anger, "Where is her other mother? Is she absentee?"

Enid laughs flatly, but her face quickly turns dark as the trauma from seven years ago returns with a vengeance, "No, she um... She's not with us anymore. She was a normie and... well," Enid doesn't finish her sentence but she doesn't need to, Wednesday quickly connects the dots.

"Oh, I am sorry for your loss..." Wednesday pauses before adding, "And I apologize for jumping to conclusions. I'm left to assume she was quite the attentive partner, seeing as she bore your child."

Enid snorted out a laugh, "Yeah... yeah, she was amazing." Enid fidgets helplessly with the ring adorning her left-hand finger. A silence settles over the room for a while. It's not tense, but it's not exactly comfortable either. Wednesday's mind churns through all the new information she's been given over the last hour.

Eventually, Wednesday breaks the silence, "Come back with me to the mansion."

"Wh- what? Why?"

"Your daughter deserves a safe and loving environment to grow up. And you too deserve the same, Enid. I must admit, I do not know much about taking care of a child, but I'm sure my parents would be honored to help you," Wednesday speaks plainly as if she isn't offering everything, "You'd be given a well-deserved break."

Enid, for her part, is left shocked. Finally, she picks her jaw back up from the floor to speak. "Wednesday," the wolf whispers in awe, "You'd really take me back there? After what I did?"

"Of course, Enid. As I said, I have already forgiven you. I..." An uneasiness overwhelms the raven as the need to offer vulnerability to Enid crashes over her, but she quickly powers through, "I searched for you everywhere. I never once stopped looking. I- I couldn't bear being so far away for so long, Enid."

Enid is once again taken aback. For so long, Enid thought herself to be unforgivable as the endless traumas and heartbreak throughout the last two decades tore her soul apart, time and again until all she was left with was broken memories and a little girl who relied on her for everything. But now, she's not only been so easily forgiven by one of the only people she's ever sought it from but she's also being given a second chance at life. It feels like another ploy by the universe. Surely, this is just another in a long line of tricks to lead her into that dreaded false sense of security.

But no. As Enid stares into those dark eyes, she sees nothing but truth. It's a breath of fresh air and Enid takes it in greedily. "Okay, I'll go with you. Thank you, Wends," Enid accepts, then speaks softly, "We really do work, don't we?"

And for the first time Enid's ever seen it, Wednesday smiles. Just barely, but it's there. "We shouldn't," the brunette replies, "But we do."

Okie, time to pass out lol

However Enid's face turns cold, a steel of ice in those blue eyes as her smile falls.

"but I won't accept charity."

Wednesday stares. "this isn't charity-"

Enid waves her hand in a no no gesture as she sighs. It's then that Wednesday begins to be too aware of the lines of stress that lines her past roommates face. There's eyebags lying under her eyes, not so noticeable when she's smiling but all too seen when not.

"it is to me," Enid says before she gives a smile, shaky and not as true. It looks like a compromise. "so please let me help out around the house."

Wednesday swallow the No that was so ready to spill from her lips. She grits back the words of you deserve so much more, deserve to be pampered and cared for.

Wednesday nods and she stares at the way Enid smiles, her finger playing with the ring on her hand.

#Writing #Rachelsfavqueer #Enid x Wednesday #Ortegaverse #AAAAAA WE GOT SO MUCH TALENTED AND SKILLED PEOPLE HOLY SHIT #THANKS RACHEL!!!!

[diudiudiu]

Ok but I am just now realizing that Wednesday will come face to face (after the initial shock and pain and trauma of finding one has a child and missed a good half of IO’s childhood development (aka the baby years) Wednesday will be able to see Enid as a mother, in all her mama wolf glory😭😭

will she? 🤔😁😊😇

#oittb

[murderedbyhomework]

The Tragedy of Tyler Galpin

So I watched Wednesday, and now I have feelings. Maybe I’ll do Xavier later if I have time, I like him too, and character studies are my love language.

Tyler is established as someone with a distant father and a dead mother he was presumably close to, more so than his father. So obviously, his mommy issues appears to be something Laurel Gates played into. We don’t really hear the dialogue of then Laurel first invites him to her car, and the outline of how Tyler truly became the Hyde is very vague, so here’s my theory. Of course, this is just a theory, and my own interpretation, so yeah please don’t come for me? 

So basically, I believe Laurel played on his love of his mother. Presumably, she grabs his hand at the coffee shop, and probably says something along the lines of either “I was a friend of your mother’s, you look exactly like her.” or just an invitation to her car, maybe both. Tyler, intrigued by the mention of his mother, would then go to her car, where she shows him the files of his mother, and reveals to him a twisted version of the truth. Obviously, Tyler would be quite angry at his father for keeping this from him, quite rightfully actually, and given that he regards Laurel as someone who has revealed the truth to him and has valuable information about his mother, he would probably be much more trusting towards her. I believe she would then invite him to meet with her later at night to ‘discuss his mother and his heritage more’, something he would probably agree to. Obviously, she ends up knocking him out, and taking him to the cave, which is where the scene where he’s chained up takes place. I think she knocked him around a little, which of course resulted in the injuries we saw on screen. However, as Tyler does have the Sheriff as his father, she probably got impatient, and simply injected the chemicals into him while he was unbalanced by the events that just happened. After all, in the span of a day, he’d found out about his mother, been kidnapped, and tortured in order to unlock his Hyde, and honestly with that kind of emotional upheaval, it would not take much to unlock the Hyde. Furthermore, Laurel is probably on a rather tight schedule, given that she does not want to spark suspicion, so she probably didn’t keep him for long, probably a few hours at most. 

They would later then meet in the night for a few hours at a time, and Tyler would perform the killings under her control. Some people in the fandom interpret their relationship with non-consensual sexual undertones, and honestly I think it’s plausible. However, I personally think that it was more of a very twisted maternal relationship going on. After all, Laurel is smart, very smart, and she would have done her research accurately. Therefore, there’s a large possibility she played on Tyler’s desire for a mother after he’d just lost his, and therefore she’d be physically affectionate like a mother would to her small child, and use more childish words with him such as “mama” with him, something that we see in the show. Personally I see Hydes as something that is a very cruel existence, given how they are unlocked, and I see similarities with Bruce Banner’s Hulk in marvel. They both are so called monstrous manifestations of the carrier’s trauma and perhaps pent up anger,and I assume their mental and emotional age to be that of a small child, which is messed up when you think about it. Anyway, I believe that’s how Laurel would control him. 

As for the “enjoying it” thing, I don’t really buy it. Of course, we do see Tyler having a dark streak, seeing how he used to hang out with bullies, and was probably enough of a delinquent to result in having court-ordered therapy sessions, something I personally theorize to be linked with when he assaulted Xavier, maybe a condition in order for Xavier not to press charges. Honestly, I wish the show writers had explained that a little more, and hopefully it gets explored in the 2nd season. Obviously, I’m not completely absolving him of blame, losing a family member does not excuse his behaviour, but it does explain it, just a little. I do not,however, believe his dark streak to extend to enjoying murder. I believe it was the Hyde’s influence, perhaps the psychic link with Laurel affecting how he perceived the murders, a built in defense mechanism of the Hyde in order to protect him.

Honestly, what I think is most tragic about him is how easily his situation could have been prevented. I’m not talking about his father, but just the concept of stranger danger. As a girl, if someone of the opposite sex, or even just a random woman, came up to me, grabbed my hand, and told me to meet them in a private place, I would panic. That’s because as a girl, I was taught by my mom to never trust a stranger who asks me to meet them in a private place. However, Tyler was either too blinded by his emotions to register that, or as a boy, he never considered it, and that’s just really sad for me. Honestly, if he’d told someone that this random mysterious older woman had grabbed his hand, told him she knew his mom, and asked him to go meet her privately later, Laurel could have been arrested, and maybe the entire thing wouldn’t have happened, I guess that’s what fix-it fics are for. So yeah, it’s not Tyler’s fault, of course not, but it is sad that a concept of stranger danger could have prevented the tragedy befalling him. Honestly, I do think his father tried. Obviously, it wasn’t very well, he is depicted as old school and doesn’t believe in therapy or working through emotions a lot, but I do see him as the tough love, subtle gestures of care as silent declarations of love kind of father, something that Tyler potentially missed. From how Tyler suggested a movie night, even if it was half sarcastic, I honestly think Tyler and his father probably had a closer relationship before his mom died, but when she did, he got too scared about the trauma of losing his mom unlocking the Hyde, and they drifted apart. Obviously, terrible parenting right there, but I do think he wasn’t as bad as some may interpret him. Honestly, if Tyler had even just told him about Laurel inviting him out, and how she’d revealed something about his mom, they might have eventually worked it out. It’s not Tyler’s fault,obviously not, but it’s tragic in the what ifs and what could have been.

#damn that got long #this is just my personal opinion feel free to disagree #character study #character analysis #tyler galpin #sheriff galpin #wednesday addams #xavier thorpe #wednesday #laurel gates #marilyn thornhill #stranger danger #tw mentions of torture #tw mentions of kidnapping #tw manipulation #i won't talk about wednesday and tyler because honestly it was kinda out of the blue #well no but it was in very weird territory i do not want to talk about' #so

[the-whumpening]

Worldbuilding Wednesday #2

Today’s Topic: More on Ash’s Family

Last week, we talked a little about Ash’s siblings and how they all got their names from Tybalt, the Prince of Cats. This week, I’d like to touch on his parents and upbringing. (Pretty text-heavy this week, no pictures unfortunately.) (Content warnings for animal death, family trauma, and dehumanizing language)

Ash’s father is a human . . . Sort of. He’s a human who was somehow infected with lycanthropy, which turned him into a weretiger. Weretigers in this universe can sort of run the spectrum between “just a large, powerful tiger” and “bipedal muscular humanoid with tiger features and a human brain.” Gregor (or, his full name: Theodin Gregor) has experienced both during his life. When Ash’s litter was conceived, he was transformed for one of the first times, and he was fully feral and almost fully tiger; however, by the time he and Ash reconnected when Ash was an adult, he was much more of the in-control, bipedal kind.

And boy was that reconnection a lot. See, Gregor had left the litter before they were even named (though he’d heard about it through the catnip-vine); Ash never forgave him for abandoning them. (It’s actually quite typical for male tigers to stay with their mate and cubs until they reach adulthood.)

But Gregor was ashamed and disgusted by his actions, even though he had practically no control over it. He lashed out at Ash when they met again; Ash only reminded him of his past and everything he’d rather forget. He said some really hurtful things—calling Ash a beast, a half-breed, an abomination, saying he wished he’d killed him when he had the chance. Kane was his only saving grace. If they hadn’t stepped in and stopped Ash, he would’ve killed Gregor on the spot. Instead, he agreed they’d go their separate ways, but swore if they ever crossed paths again, it would be their last.

Mama Tiger, to her credit, tried her best. She had three healthy cubs that thrived and easily took to their ecological niche . . . and one weak, hairless, helpless little cub that she feared might never be able to care for himself. She loved him fiercely, though, and protected him as any mother would. She was patient and loving and tried to teach him everything she could, but she only had so much time. By the time he was 12, she was old and getting weaker. Too weak to protect herself when another tiger started a fight for territory. Ash couldn’t save her. He hauled her injured body to safety and stayed with her as she died.

He wore a necklace with her tooth on it every day until he reunited with his siblings. Before leaving, he gifted it to them as a promise that they’d find one another again.

When Ash was around 16, he’d been living on his own in the wild for a few years. That’s when Kane (Nekane Catteau) stumbled across him. They were one of the first humanoids Ash ever encountered, and he was understandably wary. But Kane felt a familial bond immediately, and they had to make sure this feral boy would be safe. They gained Ash’s trust over several months of quietly inserting themself into his life: bringing food, demonstrating survival techniques, lounging by a fire and playing their pan-flute. Over time, Ash warmed up to them and they started spending time together.

Ash’s first barbarian rage came as a result of protecting Kane, but that’s a story for another day ;)

#the caged tiger #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #writeblr #not whump #ash and evius #dnd whump #dnd fanfiction #worldbuilding #worldbuilding wednesday #sorry this is long and just text #couldn't think of a way to organize it nicely to make it more engaging honestly

[rebel-girl-queen-of-my-world]

Gomez, having suffered a head trauma and experiencing a total reversal of personality, is horrified by Wednesday’s pet.

Wednesday: That’s Lucifer, my pet. He’s nice and slippery.

Gomez: I’m going to get you a lovely, golden-haired doll that says “mama”!

Wednesday: But what have I done??

Honestly that’d be my response too.

#wednsday addams #lisa loring #the addams family #gomez addams #john astin

[heymrspatel]

Hi Juilssa! How are you today? ✨✨

Hope you don’t mind answering some headcanons (:

Have Mickey and Ian ever try to contact Svetlana /Yevgeny? Does Ian eventually grow beard/ facial hair? How does mickey react? Does Mickey reconnects with his brothers after Terry died?

Have a great weekend(:

anon xx, hi!! first of all, i'm so sorry it's taken me so long to answer this! every time i started i would ramble off the rails and lose the plot haha so let's try this again hopefully in a sensible manner 😅

ok... starting this one off by saying that my opinions on this may be unpopular? but, i'm of the belief that mickey closed that door and doesn't have any desire to reopen it. i personally don't think he should feel any type of guilt or responsibility about this. there is so much trauma for him there and i don't think this is necessarily unresolved for him when it comes to svetlana or yevgeny. (i actually don't even think yev is his asldkfj) i would love for him and ian to talk about this though. to get closure and understanding on those years for THEM as partners and for their future, but not because mickey feels he needs to get in touch with either svet or yev. *sweats*

HELL YES!!!! i simply will never forgive john wells for this (well, for many things 😒 i'm still coming for you bitch!) i think ian would totally be into growing it and getting really into it. getting beard oils and such. and mickey? oooof that boy just loses his entire mind! i imagine him being like those enamored cartoon characters? heart eyes popping out, tongue flapping "AAAOOOGGAAA" sound. imagine? getting to feel that beard on his skin? tickling his neck and trailing down his body and on his thighs WOWEE MAMA!

i would love mickey to get in touch with all his siblings after a while! i think there was true love there. a comradery. only they know how it was to grow up in that house and i think they have a real bond because of it. all those milkovich kids deserve the world.

thank you for dropping by! sorry it took me forever, it's just that i can't stop rambling! 💙

it is... no longer the weekend lmao have a great wednesday/time zone!

#i love headcanons but i'm always terrified someone will come at me like 'WOOOW BAD TAKE' 😅😅 #anyway anon xx i love what you're doing here! #anon xx #asks

[tumblingxelian]

If the Wednesday fandom did ship names like RWBY, then Bianca/Enid would probably be be "Mommy Issues" or "Mama Trauma".

#wednesday netflix #wednesday series #wednesday 2022 #Enid Sinclair #Bianca Barclay #Fight fight fight #Kiss kiss kiss #XD #Wednesday #The moms would probably be 'Trauma Mamas'

[jehovahhthickness]

Hova, I am freaking out. I am an emotional wreck. I hope that you & your followers don’t judge me for what I’m about to share.. I just really need someone to listen & somewhere safe to express my feelings/concerns. I’m having a very difficult time processing all of this alone.

I found out Wednesday that I have HSV 1 & 2. I’m positive I know exactly who gave it to me..

A few months ago, I traveled to my home state to visit friends & family over the summer.. Well, I ended up meeting someone through a good friend of mine. He was very kind, funny & handsome so I started really liking him. We talked a lot, went on dates & had a lot of fun out & about. It felt like such a solid & magnetic connection.. We started to spend a lot of time together. It had been almost 2 years of no sex, so I figured I would have some fun.. Which now has turned into a nightmare for me.. I wish I had never gotten involved with this man.. Had I known this outcome would bring me sexual trauma for the rest of my life… Mentally & physically.

I never experienced any cold sores, genital sores, tingling, burning or any symptoms of HSV.. So I never would have thought I had it if I hadn’t gone to my routine woman’s well check earlier this week, got tested & found out. The only thing I noticed recently that makes me suspect it was him was a cluster of small fluid filled bumps on the side of my left middle finger not long after we were intimate. I’ve been on google reading about HSV & I read something called “herpetic whitlow.” It says it’s usually by the nail bed, but I saw some pics towards the middle of the finger that looked similar to what I had going on. I brushed it off thinking maybe it was a burn or something else. I had no clue it could be HSV so I didn’t think much of it at the time.

Now I am very worried because my toddler developed a rash shortly after. He had a few bumps similar to mine on his arm like 3 fluid filled bumps. Then another rash on his groin. (Not his genitals, but on one side of his inner thigh/groin area.) It says whitlow is very contagious & now I’m very very afraid that I could have passed this onto him. Especially changing diapers since it was on my finger & I did not have a band aid on.. Even holding him, a kiss or sharing a cup? It did clear up fairly quickly. He didn’t seem to experience any sort of discomfort. No fever, irritability, crying. It went away on its own & hasn’t returned since I noticed it around September. Although, I’m thinking the worst & also worried it may come back. I am so scared & upset. I just want to make sure that he is okay, but I’m nervous about taking him into the doctor because what if they accuse me of sexual abuse? Then I risk legal problems because of a possible virus on my finger. Maybe I’m just paranoid & overthinking & he’s fine? Google feels more unreliable than ever. Each website has different information & I don’t know what’s true & what’s not.

I wish this never happened. I’m so stressed, depressed, embarrassed, ashamed & angry. My anxiety won’t let me relax thinking I’ve passed this on without meaning to. I feel fucking awful.

Thank you for listening.

Please, please, please use protection guys :(

- Sincerely, one devastated mama..

I want to reassure you that herpes is so fricking common and not lethal to the point that the stigma that’s attached to it is worse than the actual condition itself.

Literally most folks have either both herpes 1 & 2 and have NO idea that they do.

Just me kissing a dude on the mouth and letting him giving me head will give me genital herpes. It is what it is tbh.

Or you could suck on your own finger and masturbate right afterwards can lead to you getting it as well.

You didn’t do anything wrong. This could’ve happened to anyone.

Also, just go to the doctor and explain exactly what you just said to me, CALMLY and it will be fine.

I know you’re pissed, upset and very disappointed in yourself. But you are doing okay, babe.

I can reassure you that you have nothing to panic about. If it was something else, I would be more concern. But it’s just herpes.

As far as your future sexual partners … anyone that’s educated with functioning brain cells won’t trip over it.

[hislittleraincloud]

No hate at all but please tell me what's up with your deep hatred for Jenna. What did she say about Miller's girl that was so bad??

"Deep hatred"? I wouldn't say it's deep hatred. I've always said it was/is a love/hate. I can't truly hate something/someone who brought me back into writing. (So if she out there readin' (LOL), I don't hate you, Mama...you just annoy the crap out of me sometimes.)

Regarding Miller's Girl, that post I clipped of her talking about it annoys me, since she says she'd never read any character like Cairo before. You know, Cairo being a brilliant, ahead-of-everyone-around-her teen writer with a bigger vocabulary than her peers who lives in a big haunted mansion and who hates crowds.

Nah, she never read any character like that before.

I get it, she isn't about to compare the two roles because press promo for MG could never. But some of the stuff that comes out of her mouth is vapid as all Hell, like talking as if college/education prospects are a million miles behind her ("I really wanted to go, I tried for a minute!" both Elle and Jenna acting like Jenna's 50 years old and the capability to go to college just eludes her...she was 20 when she gave that interview 💀). I have very low level of respect for those who don't think they can go get an education while they're living the celebrity life; if Emma Watson could do it, so can she, if she really wants to. But she doesn't, so 🤷🏽‍♂️

The bar goes even lower when I read how strongly of a Jesus Beater she is from her book. The indoctrination is thick with this one, but that's how it typically is with the religious Mexicans (I know, because I have them in my family) and you have to be sharp to escape the cultural programming. My 81yo father broke away 70 years ago after discovering science, and after thinking for himself (and after witnessing the priests going after the Pretty Choir Boys in his church). I could talk a long time about this aspect, but it's a touchy subject for me and one that involves lots of fucking [religious] trauma, none of which has anything to do with my parents/family (just girls who were so frighteningly indoctrinated that common sense was non-existent in their brains, and it upended my life for the worse each time). However, she was 18 and still relatively insulated when she published that book. So maybe time will tell. Doubtful, given how ingrained it is w/her fam, but one never knows, esp. in Hollyweird. Something in her changed though, I've noticed, from 18 to now. 😕 Now that I've kind of sort of 'caught up' some on her as an actress, because prior to me hearing of her casting for Wednesday, I didn't know who she was. I still didn't know after I watched the show in January '23 (I was convinced to, by the friend I have who is now missing). And when I found out she was that chick from the Babysitter 2, I was all, "No way, I thought she was the worst!" I kept hoping her character would get dispatched 💀🤣. I had to see if I was missing something, since her fanbase is a really weird soup of young lesbians and old cishet guys sharing half-naked AI pics of her using her 15-year-old face on Facebook. It fascinates me that those are her biggest, drooliest fans. I like "weird" shit, and this is def weird shit to me.)

I will give her this: She did admit that her accent work is bad. But when Elle Fanning said it wouldn't be if she had a dialogue coach, she didn't have much of a response. I have much more respect for the Fannings. Hell, I just watched Elle in Benjamin Button again (I love that movie). That...was a child star. He accent was on point, she was adorable in it as Young Daisy 🥰🤩. But anyway.

No deep hatred. Deep annoyance. Disney has been annoying me since before its broad integration into regular households, so it makes sense. I don't care for Disney, celebrity, or religious culture, all things she's deeply steeped in, and yes, it's very irritating to have a muse that's the complete opposite of what you stand for.

But inspiration does not have a type. She's a cunning shapeshifter, and she can still sit on your shoulder some moreso than others, ha and whisper sweet nothings in your ear until you've got no choice but to write them down. I suppose I was conditioned in a way to be able to keep separate the actor from the role, so if you ask me, "Hey, are you attracted to her?" the answer would be, "No, I'm attracted to her characters." Except for that stupid bitch in X. God what a dumbass. And not in a mere sexual sense, but in more of a self-identification, since I was always (and still am, apparently) the outcast.

I've also always been a huge fan of Ricci's Wednesday, so of course I'd be interested in this iteration. I might have been interested to see any young actress try to tackle Wednesday. We just happened to get her. I'm too curious/too invested in this shit now that I want to see what she's going to do in S2.

And why do I feel like that movie with Percy is also going to be, like Miller's Girl, a flop? If she really wants to stretch her acting, she needs a period piece of some sort. Get her out of her human form and into something completely alien to her, force her to act. Even if it meant a 'soft'/unserious 'period piece' like say...Pirates.

Does that make sense? If not, remember what day it is, kids...Happy 4/20🌿

#anon #anon ask #neutral anon #answering asks #i don't have a deep hatred #4/20 #when we're high

[teenmomcentral]

Chris Lopez says he can’t get any respect from his oldest son Lux— and his baby mama Kail Lowry and her Cornucopia ‘o’ Gentleman Callers is to blame!

During a rant on Instagram Live on Wednesday, the former Teen Mom 2 baby daddy— who shares sons Lux and Creed with Kail— reportedly blasted Kail for bringing so many men “in and out of” his sons’ lives. He also stated that his oldest son Lux views him as “replaceable” due to him having so many daddy figures in his life over the years.

According to The Sun, Chris admitted that he was struggling to parent Lux.

“I was having one of the hardest times recently. Just like I said one of my weakest moments was just recently because I’m struggling with my son,” Chris said, adding that he has addressed the situation with Kail already.

“I even expressed this concern to his mama and of course they don’t see it that way and I don’t have no shame in sharing that,” Chris said.

“I felt like my son didn’t –- or doesn’t –- appreciate me. You know what I’m saying? I felt like, as a dad I’ve been, for six years, going hard for my kids and s**t like that. My oldest son don’t appreciate me. It just feels like that.”

Chris went on to explain why he feels like six-year-old Lux doesn’t respect him.

“I feel like he feels like I’m replaceable [because] of all the men in and out of his life and that’s a fact,” Chris stated. “���People have noticed that, I’ve noticed that and you say that s**t.

 “To feel like you’re not enough for your own son is a low feeling in life,” he added.

Chris went on to state that he often feels like he has to be “the bad guy” when it comes to parenting Lux and Creed, in order to make sure they stay on-track. 

As The Ashley previously reported, Kail recently welcomed twins—her sixth and seventh children— with her live-in lover Elijah Scott. (She also shares an almost-one-year-old son, Rio, with Elijah). Kail is also mom to Isaac (whom she shares with Jo Rivera) and Lincoln (whose dad is Kail’s ex-husband Javi Marroquin.) 

Kail has acknowledged in the past that her frequent long-term–- and sometimes live-in—- relationships (which, in the past, have been with her baby daddies Jo, Javi and Chris, as well as semi-recent relationships with Malik Montgomery and Elijah) have caused trauma to her kids.

“I will go to the ends of the earth to try to help them heal from it,” Kail said earlier this year on her podcast. 

During a July episode of her Barely Famous podcast, Kail stated that she sees herself making many of the same mistakes her own mother, Suzi, made in regard to having lots of men around while Kail was growing up. 

“I very much did what she did, 100 percent, and I can’t deny that,” Kail said on the podcast. “It’s heartbreaking to see it, and know it and acknowledge it, and to know that at this point, the only thing I can do is acknowledge it, apologize, and try to help [my kids] heal through it.”

“I think that I did perpetuate the cycle of a lot,” Kail said.

That same month on her Coffee Convos podcast, Kail addressed the topic of her having so many lovers around her kids, and admitted that she’s aware it has hurt them.

“If men [coming] in and out of my kids’ lives is the biggest form of trauma [they have], I feel like I can live with that,” she said.

Kail has not yet addressed Chris’ latest Instagram Live comments.

#teen mom 2 #mtv #news #chris lopez #kailyn lowry

[july-28-2022]

Hung out with Bryan again this past Wednesday, Sep 20,23 at 1 around 2 am.. why am I still doing this? I can’t make sense of it.. why do I crave/ want his attention? What is it about him that just, I can’t resist? We didn’t do anything obviously tho bc I’m not doing that anymore. But we did talk. Till like 5am.. and he told me around 4 that he has a son!!!!! A 4 yo. A beautiful baby boy.. I always knew he had something, a secret of some kind.. or a trauma he couldn’t understand or something.. I just feel like he’s not completely there. His baby mama is Russian! His son literally has blonde hair and blue eyes.. I never never in a million years thought, he would have a kid already. He said it was an accident.. that she was on the IUD but still got pregnant. Guess they were doing it a lot.. idk.. what I don’t understand is, why did he tell me? What’s the reason? I thought I meant nothing to him? I thought our friendship was just superficial. I really don’t understand him. But If I understand him at least a little, him telling me this wasn’t a big deal to him. Just a fact he’s never told me before. Like just so you know. But this means nothing, just telling people now? I really need to cut him off soon. I really do.. he’s like a kind of kryptonite or something.. am I a type of kryptonite for him too? I don’t think I’ll ever get a true sincere answer for these questions. He really doesn’t seem that deep.. he has a son.. wow. I’m literally still mind blown.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 423, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, blood, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage)

WORDS: 1152

“Hihi there now, mama!” Ken Anderson greeted me as the three of us- Peter, Baby Tommy and myself- walked into the Saint Petersburg Theater for rehearsals for Wednesday Addams: A Dark New Spooktacular Broadway Musical. “How was Katie’s IEP meeting?”

“Ugh,” I made an ugly face as I recalled how disgusted Margaret Cleevers acted upon Baby Tommy’s body having a normal function. “Well, Katie has an insufferable IEP case worker. I’m inclined to wait her out and see if she’ll continue being a bitch.”

“Mamamamamamama…” gurgled Baby Tommy as Peter set him down onto the floor to toddle around some while his father and I ran through our parts in the show. The little man wandered about the rehearsal room, just being adorable as the two of us watched him out of the corner of our eyes. “Mamamamamamama…”

“… me… down!” I belted out the final note before everyone erupted into cheers as we all moved to gather up our stuff to leave.

“Okay, that was glorious!” Ken Anderson said. “Let’s recoup back tomorrow to run through everything- Mary Claire, Peter, do you think the girls can come with the two of you?”

“We’ll ask them and then get back to you via text, alright?” I laughed as an ensemble member held Baby Tommy, bursting out into laughter when the chubby little man grabbed their eyeglasses. “Baby Tommy…!”

He only just giggled, flapping his hands as I made him let go of the eyeglasses.

“Baby Tommy, Baby Tommy, little chubby tummy,” I sang as Peter led the way to the family station wagon for the drive home. “Baby Tommy, Baby Tommy, kiss kiss kiss.”

“Kiss kiss!” he squealed happily, hugging his dollie close to his chest. “Kiss kiss? Mommy kiss kiss?”

I smiled as I kissed his little button nose.

“You’re mommy’s chubby little man!” I declared, handing him over to his father to be buckled into her car seat before scooting to the passenger seat, pulling out my cell phone to look at the barrage of messages and texts that had showed up while I was busy.

369 unread emails

97 unread text messages

61 Instagram notifications

I frowned when I saw that a majority of the texts were from Isabelle. My frown only deepened as I quickly scanned through her messages to me.

“Jesus fuck,” I swore softly, turning to face my husband. “Margaret Cleevers pulled Katie out of class and made her cry. I swear, I will kill that bitch, and I will make it long and painful.”

“Let’s just wait until we get home first, alright sweetheart?” Peter placated me as he smoothly merged onto the freeway. “Like, I don’t like Mrs. Cleaveson or whatever her name is either, but if you go all physical mama bear at her, I’m going to need to bail you out from behind bars. Can you please calm down sweetheart?”

I sucked in a sharp inhale of breath in through my mouth before pushing out through my nose.

In, two, three, four…

Hold, two, three, four…

Out, two, three, four…

~xoXox~

“Guess who!” I yodeled as I came up the steps and entered the deserted kitchen. I frowned at the lack of dinnertime activities that I had long since been associating with the Ratajczyk sisters.

WOOF Daisy sounded out from the upper levels, so I went up to the master bedroom, where I found all five girls- Elizabeth and Elle, Isabelle and Jing- curled up around the Asian American girl.

“Mommy!” wept Katie as I joined the girls on the bed. “Mrs. Cleevers called me stupid because of my Dyscalculia and then put me into out of math class and made me sit out in the hall while she called me a bunch of mean names.”

“She what?” My voice was quiet, but edging with a hidden fury as I dug out her business card from my backpack and welcomed the distraught girl into my lap for some cuddles with mommy.

“Can I stay home from school on Monday?” Katie sniffled as Peter stomped into the bedroom, carrying a sleeping Baby Tommy on his chest.

“Let’s touch bases and check back in on Sunday, alright?” I murmured, pressing a motherly kiss to her forehead. “Katie, do you want me to make a quick dinner-”

“Or I can run out and grab something?” Peter interrupted me, setting up a quick changing station at the foot of the bed for his son.

“Or that,” I agreed. The family knew of my dislike for fast food, but I was more than happy to crack under special occasions and at my husband’s shows.

“I don’t know…” the emotional girl whined before being cut off my tummy crying out for food.

“Well, there’s your answer!” I giggled, brushing the hair out of Jing’s face and smiling at the look alike doll. “Come on now mo stór- you can help me with dinner, is that alright?”

She smiled through watery eyes, standing up from the bed and shuffling off after Elizabeth and their dolls.

“I will call Margaret Cleevers on Monday and hopefully get this clusterfuck taken care of by then,” I grumbled, leaning into Isabelle’s shoulder.

“Bum bum bum boo budda bum,” Peter sang in a soft rumbled before finishing with his son’s diaper and holding him up over his head. “Yabba dabba doo!”

“Yabbie dabbie doo doo!” cackled Baby Tommy as he returned to his father’s burly chest.

“Ladies, I am a gentleman, but I really want to break Margaret Cleevers’ jaw!” he grumbled before following me out of the master bedroom and down to the main level of the house.

“Down boy,” I scolded him. “I know you have a reputation for being protective my love, but I do think that it’s time for you to sit back and let me do my motherly duties of protecting my babies.”

Mo stór, my dear, Irish Gaelic

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