#Pillar Of Strength {Mum}

[doodlegirl1998]

I hope you don't mind me asking but what are your views on inko because as much as hori tries to paint her as this overprotective mother I just never seem to get that vibe. I always get the vibe that sometimes she does more harm them good to izuku . So I would like to know how you think of her character and how you would changed her character to seem more supportive i guess?

Hi @bibibbon 👋,

Midoriya Inko is someone who I feel like loves her son but she is not someone I view as a good parent.

She reads to me as emotionally neglectful of Izuku - a key example of this is letting Izuku stay in Aldera while Bakugou was exploding him and destroying his things his whole childhood. To people who try to defend her and say 'Izuku hid his bullying from her', how well do you think a four year old can hide being exploded or having their things destroyed?

Inko also reads as someone who is overly emotionally dependant on Izuku - *insert the scenes we have of her crying and Izuku comforting her here.* Most of these scenes are because of her worrying because of bad things that have happened TO IZUKU such as news of his quirklessness or when he wakes up from a coma after the War Arc. Parents are meant to provide emotional support and be a pillar of strength to their children - with Izuku he seems to be that for his mum because his Dad is MIA. This is an unhealthy dynamic because he should not be his mum's emotional support.

How would I rewrite Inko?

I would have her be a proactive presence in her son's life like parents should be.

I would have it so as soon as Inko realises her son is being bullied by Bakugou she is shown notifying the teachers / bringing this to Aldera's attention.

I would have it so when Aldera does nothing or if they refuse to do anything she reports them and transfers Izuku into a better school (such as Iida or Todoroki's schools - because Izuku deserves either of them as a childhood friend more than a decade of being abused by Bkg.)

I would show Inko confronting Bakugou's parents about Bakugou's bullying and behavior to bring it to their attention. (None of this "Auntie Inko" nonsense from Bakugou like I see some fics use even if Mitsuki is her friend, and that's not confirmed by canon, I can't see any good mum liking her son's abuser.)

I would keep her emotional nature but have her actively try to hide her upset from Izuku on certain things. I.e the Quirklessness diagnosis, I would have her try to reassure Izuku that she loves him and believes in him quirk or no quirk yet him catch her crying at night when she thinks he's asleep. (This keeps the angst but makes Inko look like a better and more supportive mum.)

I would have her have more of a suspicion of Yagi around Izuku and have her bond with Yagi more. - We know Yagi is All Might. We, as readers, know this is an innocent and wholesome mentorship but to Inko this strange man has just popped out of nowhere and is spending all this time with Izuku. That, if Inko knew of it, should raise Alarm bells to a parent. Plus it would be good for Inko to see over time how good Yagi is for Izuku and have Yagi and Inko bond outside of Izuku.

Have Inko learn of OFA - I am forever salty that BAKUGOU learnt of OFA before anyone else, let alone Izuku's mum. And this version especially has a right to know.

Have Inko have more of a problem with UA - UA doesn't seem to keep the parents well informed plus AM and Aizawa's 'teaching' leaves a lot to be desired. Having Inko have more of a problem with it cements her as looking out for her son's best interests and being a proactive rather than a passive presence in his life.

These are seven improvements I can think of at the top of my head. Inko is a character that could use some rewriting to be a good parent but ultimately loves her son.

#mha critical #bnha critical #anti bakugou #anti bakugou katsuki #Midoriya Inko critical

[byakuyacoochie]

Masterlist

This is just a temporary masterlist until I can find the strength to make a nice looking one.

Jojo's Bizzare Adventure

Part 1

My what big boobies you have - Various x Reader

Part 2

I hate your mum, Jk She’s a milf - JoJos x reader

Greater Beings = Greater Bahongas - Pillar Men x Reader

Just Friends...?- Caesar Zeppeli X Reader

Part 3

I hate your mum, Jk She’s a milf - JoJos x reader

Bzzzzz 😳 - Crusaders x Reader

Back Pain - Crusaders X Reader

Smash - Crusaders x Reader

Distractions...👀 Stardust Crusaders x Reader

Battle Scars - Kakyoin x Reader

Ocean Facts (Part Two) - Jotaro x Reader

Miscalculations - Stardust Crusaders x Reader

"French" Braids- Stardust Crusaders x Reader

Old Photo's - Stardust Crusaders x Reader

Polnareff x Reader

Contacts - Stardust Crusaders x Reader

Polnareff x Reader

Part 4

Tell me you love me!  - Jotaro, Josuke, Rohan, Okuyasu

Did you cheat on me? - Josuke x reader

I hate your mum, Jk She’s a milf - JoJos x reader

Part 5

I hate your mum, Jk She’s a milf - JoJos x reader

Old Photo's - Bucciarati Gang x Reader

Trish gf! Texts

Giorno x Reader

Short Bucci Gang Post

Smash - Bucciarati Gang x Reader

Hired Help - Bucciarati Gang x Reader (Series)

One Day At A Time - Leone Abbachio x Reader

Are you...you know - Trish Una X Reader

Stolen Dress - La Squadra x Reader

ACAB - Leone Abbacchio x Reader

Bucciarati Gang x Reader

Part 6

Y/n Sent an attachment? - Jolyne, Ermes, Foo Fighters, Weather Report & Anasui x reader

Gal Pals - Part 6 Girls (+ Foo) x Reader

Earth Shattering..... - Various x Reader

Hunter x Hunter

Compromised - Pakunoda x Reader

Cheeseboi - illumi x Reader

Cheating Prank - Adult Trio x Reader

My what big boobies you have - Various x Reader

Girls Night - Hxh Phantom Troupe x Reader

Earth Shattering..... - Various x Reader

Jujutsu Kaisen

Social Stigma - Nanami, Gojo, Yuji, Megumi, Nobara

Dream Threesome - Jujutsu Kaisen x Reader

Bleach

Dilf Off

Cure For Sadness - Bleach x Reader

Finding your Gigai in their bed- Bleach x Reader

Panty Thief - Bleach x Reader

Iconic Throuples - Bleach x Reader

Earth Shattering..... - Various x Reader

Tokyo Revengers

Brotherly Envy - Rindou Haitani x Reader

Buddy Daddies

Mama - Buddy Daddies x Reader

Demon Slayer

School Festival - Demons Slayer x Reader

Sweet Love - Tengen Uzui x Reader

The Way of The Househusband

Tatsu husband! Texts x Reader

Events Masterlist

1000 follower event

#masterlist

[superwholockian93]

Tried delaying as much as I could to watch the final episode of Oh No! Here Comes Trouble Ep 12

"You used to scold me when I was little that the handwriting I wrote was just 'copying' and not written from my heart but now I know that it is fun to write these characters wholeheartedly"

Pu Yiyong’s joy comes from his acts of kindness  😭 😭

Probably my fav fictional mother since Gong Hyo Jin’s Oh Dongbaek in When the Camilia Blooms. Cheryl Yang plays her so well!  😘

Derek Chang showed up last minute with the cutest face and the  sweetest smile but 'his' smile was only as sweet as his dessert

Pu Yiyong calling Ghost Granny a hooligan  😂 😂 😂

When your past random act of kindness towards a nameless god born out of and trapped in human desperation makes it come back cuz even said god misses you and wants you to wake up from your ‘sleep’ :’)

😭 😭

Everyone’s acting here but esp, Peng Cian You was so good. The way he slipped down the still escalator, came scrambling and tried to give him CPR, cried out Yiyong’s name and then brought his face shakily close to unconscious Yiyong hoping, scared that he won’t hear him again.

And, lastly,

This entire scene but this line is the thesis of Oh No! Here Comes Trouble.

 This series makes you cry but in a very cathartic way; it's not pain for pain's sake. It is pain with the realisation of "it's okay, it gets better."

It was amazing watching Tseng Jing Hua play Pu Yiyong

 If you haven’t watched this do give a try, this beautiful funny sad series on Pu Yiyong, his grief, his search for his father’s soul, his search for who he can be after two years of his life is robbed from him at a critical time in a devastating incident and about his friends and mum who become his pillars of strength and all the lost souls each of whom have a meaningful story to share

#oh no here comes trouble #tseng jing hua #pu yiyong #peng cian you #vivian sung #derek chang #cheryl chang #fandy fan #taiwanese drama

[starlightshadowsworld]

I love the idea of the monster hunting trio becoming best friends.

Because look at them.

You've got Jonathan, the social outcast who's just trying to protect and look out for his little brother.

Steve, the former prom king who's had his whole world turned upside down. And despite everything steps in and helps Jonathan out.

The same guy who's camera broke and had a fight with.

Nancy who's the idolised girl next door who's mourning her best friend. The one who brings both Steve and Jonathan together.

And they have reasons for not liking the others.

Nancy dumped Steve and said their whole relationship was bullshit.

Everything Steve did to Jonathan.

Jonathan not liking Nancy because of Steve.

And maybe they all want to forget it.

Forget each other.

But they can't.

Because Nancy helped Jonathan.

Because Steve came to apologise.

Because Nancy threatened Steve with a gun to get him to leave.

Because Steve jumped in anyway because he couldn't leave them behind.

Because Jonathan grabs Steve and Nancy's hands to get them out of harms way.

This is their troll in the dungeon moment.

All of them alone.

Steve falls from the social ladder to rock bottom.

Nancy lost the person she loved the most.

Jonathan has always been alone. He has his brother back and his mum but he can't talk to them.

Will's suffered enough and Jonathan has always been Joyce's pillar of strength not the other way around.

And finds himself with 2 people who are as drawn to him as he is now drawn to them.

It suprised them all, even himself when he made the first move.

Sitting beside Steve at lunch.

Steve who was poking at his lunch in the corner alone. Startled looking up at Jonathan, who asks if he can sit.

Steve nods, baffled.

Jonathan puts his tray down, they both eat in silence for a bit before.

"I forgive you."

Steve blinks, but Jonathan stared down a demogorgan so he's not put off at all.

"You said you came to my house to apologise, right?"

Steve nods.

Jonathan looks at him, really looks at him. He doesn't see King Steve, just... Steve.

"So, I forgive you."

Steve blinks, processes it before chuckling. Shaking his head as he does so. "... You are definitely something Byers."

He frowns "and I'm sorry for... Everything."

Jonathan smiles "I forgive you. And I'm sorry for... Everything too."

Steve smiles, "I forgive you."

That's when Nancy walks up to them.

She barely gets a word out before Steve's getting up and both walk away to talk in private.

Jonathan hums to himself, eating his lunch abd not long later both return.

There's tear tracks on both of their cheeks that have been brushed away.

But, as Steve re-takes his seat with Nancy sitting beside Jonathan.

The tension is gone.

They both look lighter and happier.

"So... Did you do the essay for Mrs Clicks class?" Asked Jonathan.

And the world continues on.

It's werid because they all fit like they've always been together.

Jonathan is very aware Steve got him his new camera.

He's suprised when he doesn't feel embarrassed for getting a newer model that definitely didn't cost much for Steve.

Instead it's, thankfulness.

Steve seems happier than he does when Jonathan goes out and about with it, snapping shots here and there.

Even asking about it and while Steve looks much like Jonathan does when Will is on a D&D rant, he listens intently.

Steve starts taking up drawing, he mentiond off handedly he used to but his dad thinks it's for girls.

Jonathan, mentally putting Mr Harrington in the same category of men as Lonnie, offhandedly mentions how Will loves art.

And if he leaves an unused sketchbook at Steve's house one time that he sees him carrying with him everywhere now.

Than that's his buisness.

It's not until one day where they both somehow end up in a conversation about lighting, that Steve thanks him.

Jonathan merely shrugs and says he really just got him it to get free doodles.

Steve bumps shoulders with him and snorts "in your dreams, Jonathan."

And where there is Jonathan and Steve, their is Nancy.

She's always got a point and sometimes Jonathan likes to throw out random scenarios just to see the cogs in her brain work.

She's endlessly passionate and was halfway through ranting about the school system before she realised and fondly swatted his shoulder.

Nancy doesn't fancy herself artsy like them but she adores her books.

She writes little notes in the margins, dog ears pages and even hallowed out an old textbook to store snacks.

They both attend Steve's basketball and swim events abd despite no longer dating Nancy wears his letterman.

Steve jokes that she staked her claim on it.

Neither of them have any idea what's going on but cheer loud and obnoxiously whenever Steve gets a point.

Steve's given up explaining sports to them but he doesn't care because their his best cheerleaders.

Jonathan actually had to hold Nancy back from throwing hands when the referee when a certain blonde pushed Steve over.

Speaking off... Things aren't always so great.

Jonathan ends up taking Steve's offer to stay over more often than not.

He gets uneasy being in his house for too long.

Nancy comes over, at first twice a week when she lied to her mother about sleepovers.

To just sneaking out and staying over when the nightmares are bad.

She and Steve both drained his pool.

Steve is relieved with their company because he hates being alone.

More so now than ever.

They all end up with walkies with their own channel, checking up on each other whenever they are apart.

Signing off before bed in the rare times they're all in their own.

Most of the time they're at Steve's, crashing in his room.

Sometimes on sleeping bags or a blanket nest but at this point they just curl up in a pile on his bed.

Steve is absolutely touch starved.

Nancy is also but not as bad and they both end up clinging to Jonathan who's a hugger.

They all know the sound of each others screams at 3am.

Nancy cries out in her sleep.

Steve is near silent but his whole body freezes up.

Jonathan wakes up with a horrified gasp.

Billy refuses to leave Steve alone and so he comes back with bruises and minor injuries that Jonathan takes care of.

Steve sleeps with the nailed bat in reach.

Nancy has a gun nearby.

Jonathan has a knife.

They all patrol at night and in random hours of the morning when they can't sleep.

They hold each other through fear and nightmares like their the only things that feel real.

All 3 of them are parentified and all bond over feeling like they are in their mid thirties rather than teenagers.

Everyone's failed them and they only have each other.

#Monster hunting trio #jonathan byers #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #Stranger things #Jonathan Steve and Nancy friendship plz

[aerikaye]

sky — my birth experience

hello, everyone! i'll be sharing my journey of becoming a mum and welcoming my little bundle of joy, sky, into this world. let's take a trip down memory lane as i recount the beautiful birth experience and the roller coaster of emotions that followed.

the early signs of labor

it all began at 5:30 am last tuesday when i felt what i thought were typical third-trimester contractions. as the contractions continued and intensified every 20 minutes, i had a strong hunch that labor had begun. it was both exciting and nerve-wracking, knowing that the moment we've been waiting for was finally here. i remember trying to time the contractions and feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety as the realization hit me that my baby's arrival was imminent.

the rush to the clinic

by 1 pm, the contractions were getting more intense and closer together. it was time to head to the clinic. i was filled with a whirlwind of emotions - anticipation, nervousness, and overwhelming love for the little life growing inside me. upon arrival, the medical team quickly assessed me, and to my surprise, i was already 8 cm dilated! admitted immediately, my heart swelled with anticipation and a mix of emotions. the reality that i was about to meet my baby for the first time sank in, and i couldn't wait to hold him in my arms.

the intense labor and sky's arrival

for the next 3 hours, i experienced labor pains like i had never felt before. it was undoubtedly one of the most challenging and painful experiences of my life. the contractions came in waves, and in between each one, i gathered my strength and resolve, thinking of the beautiful little life that was about to grace this world. with every push, i knew i was getting closer to meeting my precious little one. and finally, at 3:32 pm, the world welcomed sky, and i wept tears of joy as his first cry filled the room. how can a cry sound that magical? in that moment, my heart felt full beyond measure.

the first week and its challenge

the first week of motherhood was both rewarding and challenging. recovering from childbirth was tough, and i'm forever grateful to my partner and mommy for being my pillars of support during this time. my body was healing, and i had to take it slow, which wasn't easy for someone as active as i used to be. but their constant care gave me the strength to focus on taking care of myself and baby sky. each day brought new challenges and learning experiences, but seeing sky's bright eyes and feeling his tiny fingers wrapped around mine made it all worth it.

breastfeeding

as a first-time mom, i embarked on the journey of exclusive breastfeeding. kid you not, it was SO painful. no one really prepared me for how intense it could be. but i knew it was crucial for sky's health and bonding. every latch was a mix of pain and joy, as i felt the responsibility of nourishing my little one with my own body. each feeding session was an emotional roller coaster, but knowing that i was providing him with the best possible nutrition kept me going. every day presented a new set of challenges, from sore nipples to latching issues, but seeing my little one thriving made it all worthwhile.

embracing motherhood

i realized how self-doubt and postpartum depression could creep in at any moment. the responsibility of caring for this tiny human was both awe-inspiring and daunting. at times, i would find myself crying in the middle of the night, questioning if i was doing everything right for sky. was i meeting all his needs? was he happy and comfortable? the weight of these thoughts would occasionally feel overwhelming. but thanks to micoh, my partner, who has been a constant source of strength and support, i know i'm not alone in this journey. he's been there to reassure me, share the parenting responsibilities, and remind me that i'm doing a great job as a mom.

despite the challenges, every day brings a sense of contentment and fulfillment. watching sky grow and thrive fills my heart with immense joy. the sleepless nights and moments of self-doubt pale in comparison to the happiness he brings into my life. i can't help but express my gratitude to the lord for blessing me with this incredible gift of motherhood. every milestone, every giggle, and even every tear have become cherished memories that i'll hold close to my heart forever. welcome, sky, to a world filled with love and warmth.

#birthexperience #baby boy #mysky

[thedreadvampy]

Ok so I watched It's A Sin, Russell T Davies drama about the AIDS crisis, and first of all genuinely so good. it's funny it's warm it's angry it's touching I cried a lot. and Jill's monologue at the end was. fucking beautiful.

but it has awakened an old question in me about the excellent moving AIDS stories I've seen in TV and film. I'm thinking Pride, Angels In America, Pose, this...

where are the lesbians?

because like. ok. lesbians and bisexual women made up so much of the political and social queer scene at the time. and were very often the people running the hotlines and visiting the hospitals and organising the funerals and doing the things that those with the illness couldn't. brought food. washed clothes. organised protests. pulled together mutual aid.

and I get that the important thing is to centre those most affected, who were by and large people who fuck men. I do understand that. but the thing is all of these stories feature lesbians and bisexual women. in the background. as pillars of strength and as side characters.

you know there's clearly queer nurses and doctors in It's A Sin, and Pose has Nurse Judy and Angels has Nurse Emily.

and they have lesbian friends. usually in the background at parties without names or much in the way of lines. Pride has the two lesbians in LGSM, who I'm not sure if they're named on screen? they get some lines but not a lot of plot other than showing the Welsh ladies dildoes. Hannah in Angels discovers her queerness at the end of the play, which is beautiful but happens late enough that we really only see one scene of her post-revelation and that's her hanging out with the boys.

and there are women in the core cast of all these stories - not so much Pride, where it's mostly just the combined force of the Older Welsh Ladies, but obviously most of Pose's cast are women, Jill I would say is the main character of It's A Sin, and Harper is one of the 5 mains in Angels.

but the women in core cast in all 5 (except Hannah in Angels) are all either explicitly straight or have no romantic interests and their plots are built around the men in their lives and they might be implied to be uninterested in men, or implied to be in love with a gay man.

the closest I can come to thinking of wlw characters who actually get screen time for their same gender attraction in their own right in any of these shows are like. in Pose Candy and Lulu are secondary mains, and so is Judy. but none of them in any of these stories get the screentime or the space to really talk about their sexuality and attraction. I think that we meet Judy's girlfriend once or twice, although she doesn't get much screentime, and iirc we only really talk about Candy and Lulu's relationship in any meaningful way after Candy dies.

and I just. do not get me wrong. I literally adore every one of these stories, they live right by my bones. I'm not trying to downplay the importance of telling these kinds of queer stories (especially stories like Pose and It's A Sin which touch on non cis white experiences of a pleasure which has largely affected trans people and people of colour).

but in these stories there's so much room for love and sex and attraction. and we see sex and romance between men and sex and romance between men and women. and we see solidarity and love between queer men and between queer men and straight women and between queer men and trans women (in Pose specifically - otherwise less than I'd like). but I cannot think of a time I've seen something that touched on the pain and love in queer community in the 80s and 90s that featured wlw as anything other than backdrop or support or fully attached to men's stories.

Judy I think comes the closest, followed by Hannah. but Judy features primarily as Pray's best friend, and Hannah comes into the story as Joe's mum then Prior's friend and has very little space to herself other than the moment of revelation, which is still kind of secondary to Prior's whole prophet thing. and neither have relationship storylines. the closest thing to a wlw romantic storyline I can think of in these stories is Candy and Lulu and that's never foregrounded, and even in the funeral episode it's kind of ambiguous. all of these shows spend a lot of time emphasising queer culture, queer love, queer sex, and yet I think the sum total of kisses between women in all five is a single figure number (esp if you don't count nameless background extras in party scenes)

and it gives this impression that like. straight women were more part of the queer community in the 80s and 90s than gay women. like that gay communities were fully segregated. and that's just not true because like I said queer women and queer men and nonbinary people were moving in the same spaces and hanging out together. and during that time, you know, women were also fucking and falling in love. and I really think it's a shame and I do think it's symptomatic of the fact that most of these stories are written or cowritten by gay men. there's very often in queer media a total lack of interest in sexuality that doesn't involve men In My Considered Opinion.

[fire-venus]

this last month has been such an upheaval, with my mums blood pressure through the roof every single day because of this legal shit we’re STILL dealing with 6 months on from my granddads passing, my agonising abdominal pains coming back without fkn explanation and work being an absolute shit show but i’m so grateful for hard times cause i can always feel in my soul when we’re dealt certain cards by the universe. we face these periods of hardship in order to realign our life for the beauty that’s to come and i can feel that. i look at the positive in each negative. these family dramas are making my mum, auntie, uncle and i even closer than we ever were. my granny is being taken care of so lovingly, even with advanced alzheimer’s we’re making sure she’s happy every day. having to get to the point of a mental breakdown at work because of the endless misogyny, racism and homophobia has set me on the path to relocate within my job, something i didn’t think i’d do rn, and i should be proud of myself for having the courage to stand alone against a majority and fight for what’s fucking right cause people are disgusting, i’ve had enough of shitty human beings. then with my medical stuff, i’m finally seeing doctors and having tests. i’ve had my smear, i’ve had an ultrasound and internal scans and i’m on the road to figuring out whats up with my insides. perspective is everything. even through the burnout, the stress, i’m so grateful. having abbs by my side as an unwavering pillar of support gives me so much strength. idk what i did to deserve such a loving and loyal partner but she’s everything.

#personal #rant #yea

[mattfearn]

Just went on a big walk round the town.. a mixture of emotions really. Feel good for getting 10k steps in but on the other side… tried to take a different route and ended up walking the way we used to go. Past all the houses that were our dream houses. Walked past your old apartment… walked past your mums and ofcourse twice past your (our old house)..

The urge to just knock on the door just to see your face was unreal. My heart was breaking on the walk..

I’m meant to be this pillar of strength, the safety blanket. Chilled out. Calm. And here I am a shadow of myself in all sense of the word. The saying is true. Behind every strong man is a stronger woman. Without you my backbone, my rock.. I’m nothing. Or it certainly feels that way.

At this point it just feels like I’m alone. Everyone I talk too don’t realise they have someone or a good family to fall back on or a good network of friends. I’ve got nothing. I sit in my room half the time staring at the walls wishing time away. It just doesn’t feel right.

Still very much in love with you T.

Always.

[jumponsomeoneelsestrain]

Jamos,

Where has the time gone man. Whilst what I can describe only as the most difficult time in

my 36 years.

Jam man I fucking miss you so so much it hurts bro. I just need a bit of you next to me helping me on the difficult days. I can close my eye and see your face so clear and every detail, but that’s not enough my guy.

Mums turned 60 🎉🎉🎉 that was hard man for her and for us all. It lacked your presence, smile and laugh jam. But we dug deep knowing it was going to be hard, but she smiled, laughed, cried and most of all enjoyed herself. Dad misses you mate beyond words, he’s built different too man. Stepped up strong but has his hard times too but I’ve got his back .

Issy B is growing into a right little lady man, you’d be so fucking proud of her jam. I know you look down and protect her too man. I feel safe at night sleeping knowing you’re there. She’s the most beautiful loving thing I’ve ever experienced man. She gives me this strength I really need right now. Bryony she’s strong man an absolute 💎 I’ll love her forever for supporting us all in her special unique way.

Drum rolllllllll

So me and Mariella jumped out a plane, just like you man. We both knew it was one of your favourite achievements. Many of those you had to my guy. So fucking proud to say Jamie Penaluna is my brother. Mally smashed it man, she like us all miss you and find daily difficulties now. But I tell you what mate I couldn’t be prouder of her. We also raised £2.5k for charity madness g.

And just me man. I’m still adjusting like us all to life without your living version. My heart feels less full, days feel darker, time in it’s weird own way feels longer. But I feel you with me and I promise I’ll hold people up when times are hard. I wish I told you an infinity time how much I love you Jam. Your my guys for eternity.

Love you to the pillars of creation and back ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#writing #brothers #love #photography #art #family

[thatgirlwholikestowritestories]

The Summer I Fucked Up (Ch 11)

A Conrad predominant retelling of The Summer I Turned Pretty TV show and book series.

Did you read the books and want to understand what was going on in that little noggin of his? Read my fic to find out that this man has zero thoughts

Chapter list

CONRAD

In the weeks after Valentine’s Day, Conrad could tell it was the beginning of the end. His world had become this neatly wound ball of yarn—soft and perfect, but he could feel it starting to unravel. The more he tried to rewrap it nicely, the more it came undone until he was left with nothing but knots in his hands.    

Susannah had started deteriorating at the end of January. Conrad only found that out later. She was able to keep it hidden for a while—from him, from Jeremiah- but her cancer wasn’t responding to the treatment as it should’ve been by now. He was even angry at Laurel for not being more upfront with him about how his mother was doing, considering she had been spending more time in Boston to help her.

It had made him so mad. It was like summer all over again, except this time he was actually kept out of the loop. Susannah let him live in this happy little fantasy world for weeks, all the while knowing that she wasn’t getting any better. Conrad wanted to kick himself. If he was home, he would have noticed. But he wasn’t.

No, Conrad was at college. His joyful experiences of late-night libraries now seemed like a delusion as they turned into a necessity, his courses proving to be much more difficult than expected especially with his mother’s prognosis lingering over him. Conrad often slammed his biology books closed with tears in his eyes. What use was it all if he couldn’t even help his own mother?

She had sat the both of them down when he was home for the weekend, her rarely unsmiling face serious. Conrad could already feel it in his throat—the suffocation. Whatever his mother was going to tell them, it would leave him breathless, gasping for air.

“Boys…” It was all she could manage before the tears started. Susannah. Jeremiah. Conrad. All of their faces were streaked with silent but ravaging tears, and she enclosed them in her arms the way she had the night of the ball.

“It’s not working.” The way she held them to her, she had covered their ears slightly as if the news would be better received muffled. It wasn’t.

Conrad’s body shook. Jeremiah was frozen.

Susannah took their silence as permission to continue. “It hasn’t been working since January. The doctors weren’t sure at first, which is why I didn’t tell you straight away, but the last couple of scans have shown that my cancer is progressing.”

She turned their faces to hers then. If she hadn’t, Conrad wouldn’t have been able to look at her. There is something so crippling about watching your parent breakdown in front of you, like watching a pillar that supports everything you hold dear crumble before your very eyes.

When she next spoke, it was in a fierce whisper. “I’m still fighting.” Once again, quieter, “I’m still fighting.”

Without remembering when they left the couch, Conrad found himself in his room, his face perpetually wet. Except this time, his tears weren’t out of sadness, but anger. He paced in his room, unable to find comfort on his bed or at his desk.

It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t fair. She’d beat it before. She deserved to be better. She was better. The trial was working. How could it be working and now it’s just not?

There was a football on his bed, probably from when Jere had asked to throw it around before his mum told them she wanted to talk. Conrad snatched it up, his fingers tightening on it with enough strength that he was surprised it didn’t pop in his hands.

Without thinking, he pelted it at the wall. He could only watch as it rebounded straight into his desk, knocking over the boat in a bottle Belly had given him for his 16th birthday.

Conrad lunged for it as it started to roll off his desk. His finger grazed the bottle, just as it shattered on the ground.

“Fuck.”

Conrad sat on the floor and wrapped his arms around his knees and wept.

It all became so hard after that. College. Studies. Belly. He had loved it all. Truly, deeply. Except Conrad would have dropped out right then if his mother would have let him, but she wouldn’t, and Conrad wouldn’t risk letting her down now.

It was easier to focus on his studies than it was to talk to Belly. His assignments and exams made him frustrated, but Belly made him feel everything. He just couldn’t feel everything right now. He was already feeling enough with Susannah.

When he’d see his phone ring for their virtual dinners, he longed to answer. Seeing her face filled him with the love and peace and longing he craved and desired right now, but he was also sure she didn’t know the true extent of how Susannah was doing. He couldn’t be the one to tell her, to crush her. He didn’t want his grief over someone who was still living to infect her sunny disposition. Conrad could barely manage his emotions and as much as he loved her, he couldn’t manage hers as well.

Except sometimes he couldn’t resist, needing to see her, to listen to her talk. Sometimes, it’d make him sad and that made him feel bad. Other times, it’d make him happy and that made him feel worse.

Conrad sat alone in his dorm room, squinting at his textbooks, dreading the idea of any of these topics coming up on his finals. Eric, his roommate, had barely been around all semester for one reason or another. It seemed like a small mercy to Conrad since he thought Eric was generally pretty repugnant. He was always forwarding him obscene porn videos and Conrad’s objections spurred him on further. At least he was tidy. Jeremiah used to live in a hurricane.  

The end of Conrad’s pen was starting to suffer some serious bite damage while he tried to decide what was important enough to note down. The pit in his stomach had nothing to do with cellular structures and functions, and everything to do with the texts he and Jeremiah had been exchanging.

Neither of them felt like they could trust Susannah at the moment to tell them how she was actually doing, so Conrad had to rely on Jere’s reports. Was she eating? More or less than yesterday? Has she been getting sick? Coughing blood? Tonight, the answers were: no, way less, yes, and yes.

Conrad had been spending all afternoon reassuring Jere that it wasn’t snooping, he was just keeping an eye on her, so Conrad thought it was him when the phone rang.

The distinctly feminine voice that came out the other end was not Jere. “Conrad?”

“Belly?” How was it possible to feel like Conrad’s heart was sinking and soaring at the same time?

It had been a while since they’d spoken on the phone. He’d preferred to text mostly, feeling like he was a little more in control of himself, of his feelings. When they spoke on the phone, he felt like he lost a little of that.

Laurel had told them that things were going downhill by now, the texts from Steven and Belly told him that much. Even Belly’s texts were still hopeful, so sure that Susannah could still turn it around, his fingers always hesitated when typing back to agree with her.

He knew that she’d seen Susannah a couple of times, usually when Laurel went back and forth between Boston and Philly on a weekend and could get Belly back in time for school. His mum would just rave and rave about it for a week afterwards. I saw our girl today. Isn’t she beautiful? He’d agreed. How couldn’t he? But Conrad wasn’t sure that Belly was looking at Susannah with objective eyes. She didn’t notice Susannah’s thinness or the way her eyes had started to sink in. Belly was blinded by love when she looked at Susannah. He knew because she looked at him the same.

He knew his attention was divided while she spoke. He needed to study. He needed to talk to Jeremiah. He wanted to talk to Belly, but he also wanted to run in the opposite direction.

“What are you doing the first weekend of April?” Her voice quivered a little bit at the end.

He leaned towards his phone, which was on loudspeaker on his desk, and eyed it suspiciously even though she couldn’t see him. “Why?”

“It’s my prom.”

He grimaced. He couldn’t help it. He knew this would be important to her, but it’s the last thing he needed right now. “I didn’t even want to go to my own prom.”

“I really want to go, and I want you to come with me.”

Conrad thought about how he already struggled with everything, even when they were just texting and calling. In truth, he was worried what would happen the next time they saw each other in person. “Can’t you go with your friends?”

She didn’t reply on the other end of the phone, and he wondered if she were chewing on nails like he was chewing on his pen.

“I’m sorry, I just really don’t feel like going. Finals are coming up, and it’ll be hard for me to drive all the way down for one night.” It was true, all of it, but it still felt like a lie to Conrad.

“That’s okay.” Ice. That’s what came through the phone when she responded. After how he’d been reacting lately, he didn’t exactly blame her for it. “There’s plenty of other guys I can go with. No problem.”

Okay, he didn’t want to go, but he definitely didn’t want her to go with someone else. “Never mind. I’ll take you.”

“Don’t worry. Cory Wheeler already asked me. I can tell him I changed my mind.”

“Who the hell is Corky Wheeler?”

“Cory Wheeler. He plays soccer with Steven. He’s a good dancer, maybe even better than you.”

He knew she was just trying to get a rise out of him to get him to come, and on some level, it was working. Belly had learned how to press his buttons. He considered giving in, just to see the way her nose would scrunch up in delight when saw him in a suit again, but it seemed so unimportant in the scheme of things.

His mouth spoke before he was finished thinking about it. “I’m sure you’ll have fun then.”

She exhaled through her nose and Conrad could imagine her shaking her head in frustration with him. “I’m sure I will.”

Then the line disconnected. She’d hung up on him.

Conrad took the pen from his mouth and threw it at the wall in front of him, raking his hands through his hair. He stood up from his desk and crashed onto his bed, staring at the ceiling.

He hated that it felt like he was letting her down. He hated the thought of her going to prom with this Corky Wheeler. He wanted to want to go. Conrad thought about how electric it had felt dancing with Belly at her deb ball, how every inch of him wanted to be the one to dance with her. Except it felt like this far away memory now, like it happened years ago to different people, or like it was something he’d seen in a movie.  

Conrad knew he was messing this up with Belly. She was his girl, someone he cared for, someone he loved, and he could give her this one thing to be happy, and he was just making an ass of himself.

Belly had probably texted Taylor already telling her that he’d said he wouldn’t come, even encouraged her to go with someone else. If it was even possible for Taylor Jewel to dislike him more, this would probably be it.

After dinner, he decided to call her back. She didn’t answer, so he left a voicemail.

“Hey, I’m sorry about before. Don’t with Cory Wheeler or any other guy. I’ll come.”

Conrad hoped that she understood that he didn’t want to, but he would. For her.  

Next Chapter

#conrad fisher #conrad pov #belly x conrad #belly conklin #conrad fic #conrad fisher fic #The Summer I Turned Pretty #TSITP #tsitp fanfic #tsitp conrad #the summer i fucked up

[shinjaeha]

i know this has prob already been brought up, but what p’boss said in the ep 7 documentary about how hoon opened the door for teh to come out to him made me think back to that scene in ep 3 when teh’s smelling the coconut and hoon’s leaving for japan. when he leaves, he literally opens the door of the restaurant (like foreshadowing that his door is always open for teh...that he’ll always be there and open to love and accept teh no matter what). that’s so beautiful ;;;

#i told sunset about you #itsay #the documentary eps are SO interesting... #like knowing that so many of teh's big emotional scenes were improv?? #that hoon and nozomi weren't actually planned to be in the scene but were guided into the scene to take some of the anger away #turn it into something more sad and defeated instead #that one of the scenes that made me cry the most (the one where teh's mum points to hoon and says 'why can't you be more like him?') #the whole structure and set up of that scene was pretty much improvised????? #no wonder the breakdown teh had after his mum said that looked so real #and knowing that the sibling energy of the ending of the scene where teh comes out to hoon was ALSO improvisation #these actors are on another level!!!!!!!!!!! #i love how instinctual nat is bc he really breathed so much life into hoon's character #he gave him personality and this strength and sturdiness #to contrast with teh's more volatile nature...he's such a perfect older brother bc he's the pillar that teh needs in his life #there's only one more documentary ep left and i am devastated :(((((((( #text

[moretreasurewithinarchive]

Tag Drop; Lucy Pevensie

#Gay & Golden Haired {Fc} #Big & Brave {Peter} #Tender Hearted {Susan} #Tempting Fate {Edmund} #Pillar Of Strength {Mum} #Courageous Heart {Dad} #Swift To Spring {Friends Of Narnia} #Knows Her People Safe {Narnians} #Dwells Beyond The Stars {Aslan} #Far Humbler Halls {England} #In Truth I Am The Least {Headcanons} #Circlet Of Bright Gold {Clothes} #Return My Care With Love {Narnia} #Thinks Twice & Thrice & Yet Again {Quotes} #Heavy On The Heart {Music} #Light Upon The Head {Likes} #Tears Wept In Silence {Wishlist} #The Faithful {Muse; Lucy Pevensie} #V; Pale Morning Sings #V; Been Blindly Deceived #V; Guess What’s Coming Next #V; Shifts One Way Or The Other #V; A Children’s Tale #V; Old Old Winds Blowing Back Round #V; Lead You Back To Me #V; Sing A Song For You #V; Night Explodes In Laughter #V; Way Your World Can Alter

[silv3rglee]

Her usual awesomeness aside, I can't even begin to imagine what I would've done these past couple of weeks without her. Thanks for being my rock, and for being there for me when I most needed you but didn't know it. Happy Mother's Day, Ma! I love you to the moon and back! ❤️ . . . . . . . . . . #MothersDay #HappyMothersDay #Ma #Mom #Mother #Mum #MyRock #Strength #Pillar #AlwaysByMySide #TrueLove #Love #Parent #UnconditionalLove #Celebrations #Mood #InstaGood #InstagramHub #PicOfTheDay #Picture #PhotoOfTheDay #InstaMood #InstaLove #InstaDaily #InstaLike #InstaPic #InstaPhone #InstaStyle #ShotOnSamsung #Samsung @SamsungGulf https://www.instagram.com/p/BxXYRNLpzUJ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=11lg2sn610rpd

#mothersday #happymothersday #ma #mom #mother #mum #myrock #strength #pillar #alwaysbymyside #truelove #love #parent #unconditionallove #celebrations #mood #instagood #instagramhub #picoftheday #picture #photooftheday #instamood #instalove #instadaily #instalike #instapic #instaphone #instastyle #shotonsamsung #samsung

[wisteriashouse]

Can you write hcs for Gyomei and Sanemi with a fem reader if they had a family.

characters: himejima gyomei, shinazugawa sanemi

genre: fluff, family;

a/n: the idea of sanemi having a kid makes me cry i apologise because his was so long i’m lowkey tempted to turn it into a fic

himejima gyomei

big gentle giant would be the perfect dad

he’s had experience taking care at the kids at the orphanage when he was younger, so he has a soft, tender spot for young children

*except kaigaku fuck that kid*

when he found out that you were pregnant with his child, he cries (of course), but in a different way

it’s not just the usual tears streaming down his face, his huge chest heaves quietly with emotion and you tear up yourself at the sight, wrapping your arms around him

as a pillar of the demon slayer corps, gyomei has lived life knowing that he might not make it to the next day

so the fact that you’re building a family together with him makes him think about the future, and it’s this fact that really hits him - that muzan has truly been defeated, and that he can finally live in peace now

would be extremely cautious the first time he holds his child in his arms, asking you to help place his fingertips on the baby’s cheeks so that he can feel their features without hurting their delicate eyes

it’s like he’s holding porcelain - he’s so cautious

so small. so delicate. it’s like he’s holding a treasure in his hands, he thinks. 

cries again (of course)

“he/she looks like you, gyomei,” you whisper, and gyomei’s breath catches in his chest, emotion stifling his words in his throat

“is that so?” he whispers back, as if afraid that he will disturb the baby if he’s too loud. his huge hand gently clasps the baby’s tiny hand in his own

probably wants a large family - about five kids or more

helps a lot with housework and general child rearing

insane dad reflexes/paternal instincts

petty squabble ongoing? gyomei knows. temari ball in the lake? gyomei’s already rising to his feet to get it. baby trying to eat a lizard? gyomei’s reaching for it before you can scream at the sight.

his kids love his amazing strength - it’s not uncommon to see them clambering over him and hanging from his arms like he’s a tree in the backyard

his children become excellent climbers

generally a gentle, soft spoken but stern father, his voice carries authority even though he never raises it

dedicated to instilling moral values, being compassionate and kind in every one of his children

he’s an amazing role model for his kids

a shoulder that they can cry and rely on

shinazugawa sanemi

desperately wants a family of his own

for so many years, sanemi has fought tooth and claw to bury this quiet desire in his chest with the excuse that he has no time to think about starting a family, not when demons run amok killing innocents, not when he might die any day, any second

but after the war, when seasons gradually pass and fresh wisteria begin to bloom at the ubuyashiki estate once more, covering the ashes from the explosion on the night of the final battle, sanemi can’t help but begin to think about the future

with you, he dares to hope for happiness

he doesn’t actively try for a child, part of him is still reluctant in so many ways. most of the time he beds you, sanemi tries not to think too much about it

so he’s shocked when he finds out that you’re with his child

when he hears the news, sanemi doesn’t know quite how to feel - all he knows is that his hands are trembling and cold sweat dots his brow - he hasn’t felt this afraid in a long, long time

he has a child. it’s his child, his flesh and blood, a gift from the heavens from your union

and he’s terrified

what if something happens during the pregnancy stage? what if something happens to the child? what if something happens to you? sanemi has already lost so many people - he cannot lose you and this unborn child of his that he hasn’t even seen with his own eyes

it would destroy him

this man has a severe case of emotional constipation so he tries to keep mum about it after a while, but you notice, of course

you work out what’s going on after a bit and have a serious talk with him about it, telling his to believe in your future together

extremely protective over you during the pregnancy, flat out refusing that you do anything strenuous during this critical period - you have to fight to get the broom back from him so that you can actually do something around the house

will throw hands with someone who so much as breathes wrong in your direction

sanemi pls calm down

during the actual childbirth, he’s forced to wait outside while you birth the child

tomioka - tomioka, of all people - is the one who sits by his side without a word, and for once, sanemi appreciates his presence

he prays desperately to any god out there, please, let your childbirth be a safe one, please, let your child come out alright, please-

it goes fine

when sanemi holds the baby in his scarred arms for the first time, he’s completely wordless, tracing his fingers delicately over the baby’s little forehead, brow, nose, lips

you’re a little worried if you broke something in him, but when the newborn grasps sanemi’s finger in their hand tightly, you see sanemi’s back shudder

five second later he’s trembling with the force of his sobs, fighting to keep them down but fat tears are falling down his cheeks as emotion washes and crashes over him

you laugh tiredly in the bed at the sight, and all sanemi manages to choke out is “... they’re ugly as fuck...”

“they look like you, that’s why”

after the childbirth sanemi relaxes significantly, but he’s still very worried about you and the child

contrary to what he says sanemi doesn’t think he’s seen a more beautiful sight

a strict dad, but would have very soft spots for daughters

10/10 overprotective dad

would encourage his kids to throw hands with whichever asshole dares to mess with them, teaches them to throw hands since the day they’re toddlers

“sanemi they can barely walk!!”

“hah? if they can walk they can swing-”

sneaks them treats when he thinks you’re not watching

his kids grow up a little rough, but with a strong sense of justice they get from watching their father

god he’s such a grumpy man but they see the way he treats the weak, elderly and children, with awkward gentleness and fierce protectiveness

they definitely get a family dog!! maybe a shiba inu or a golden retriever

when they’re younger, sanemi finds it a little difficult to connect with them due to his crude tongue, which can lead to conflict and arguments about him seeming unsympathetic

in this aspect, you’ll have to step in to bridge the gap

his children love him dearly, because no matter how barbed his tongue or how rough his personality, it’s difficult to deny just how much he cares about them, even if they want to

his kids love teasing him once they’re a little more grown up, trying to make him admit how soft he actually is

he loves them to bits and would do anything for them

the one thing he hates about them though is how much they like their uncle tomioka too

#demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #kimetsu sanemi #kimetsu himejima #himejima x reader #gyomei #kny gyomei #gyomei x reader #kimetsu no yaiba gyomei #gyomei himejima #sanemi fanart #demon slayer shinazugawa #shinazugawa x reader #sanemi #kny #kny fanfic

[animeandfilmotaku]

A film geek’s watching: Lawrence of arabia (1962)- the rewatch this time much bigger than you think

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So catching my europhia in my brain from this magical moment, i thought I will do more of a full circle review of watching that film, and being in general just gushing over and bending backwards and forth for it.

Tbh I should go back and do film reviews posts again,because I should. So why not this one? The film that is formative to me in my college years and now.

When I came out of the threater, there is this disassociation which my brain is holy shit I just experienced something magical, and constantly reevaluating myself and what I can take away from this film.

Of course there is a yelling voice during the theater being like goddamnit David Lean how do you make the sands storms move so calmly or capturing the minuscule of the deserts? How do you bulid the disillusionment of Lawrence when he jokingly grin to Dryden this is going to be fun…You are a f***ing genius.

Or me screaming goddamnit Peter o’toole, I did not notice you trembles when you argue over the agreement or that voice projection when you yell I want to be an oridinary man.

There is also this part of me when I saw myself in these scenes, with my film school aspect life especially that haunted expression of Peter o’toole laying down,haunted by the torture of the Turkish general and Omar sharif poking to him to sleep and eat, and I am like Damnit I was that face for that second year, and me being like oh shit on feisal, Allenby and Dryden being like he is a two edged sword and we are glad to get rid of him, which is real as people can be like that, when I was 19 my dad told that people are like that, and I am like hmmm yes I understand it now.

In someway that film is actually depressing in the end, which is strange to consider it as a favourite film- when you are brought up with a postivite ending in your brain, the hero’s rise to success, this is a cautionary tale to not lose yourself in its glory, but it was joyous as it formed moments of happiness in my life even if it is hard to share with people my age, because it was a thing of rejection but it is the happiness when I connect it to the right people.

Strangely it is a part of me, as Lawrence is that part of the desert-that they could not be meld down. And that moment when they play the overture in the blackened room I nearly cried, was it selfish that I weep after denying that joyous part for many years due to work ? Was I blown away but the strength? I start to recall the day when Peter O’Toole died, I was upset and constantly looking at the sky, just thinking of him as my dad drove my mum and I to watch Desolation of Smaug. I recalled that day when Omar sharif died that I cannot sleep that evening, thanking how his soft performance broke my heart. I write a paper on David Lean and his sterotypes of Asians, which I am proud in my heart. I saw the real portrait of T.E Lawrence which I am like oh my gooooooddd. I bought myself the seven pillars of wisdom to know that psyche of T.E Lawrence. Of course there are sad moments when classmates judged me for liking it without giving it a try. But I suppose life is about the good and the bad

You can simply said it’s my expert area (or in the world of autism special interests) on that big film-Lawrence of Arabia

And now, I am just finding Cat after the many years of pandemic anixiety and heartbreaks, and Lawrence of arabia came to me aptly when I feel that I am losing myself. To be shaped by the desert winds that mold me.

And I am so grateful for that experience, as I wore my green socks to honour Peter o’toole and a badge saying big things have small beginnings here, that I am in that journey, to say the lines in my brain, to be shook by the vastness of the deserts, and thanking these two that formed me.

I know, sentimental but I am ever grateful to see it come to me on the big screen.

Film school me would never think it is possible but it did.

And it was a moment that I will be forever indebted.

#Lawrence of arabia #a film geek's watching #peter o’toole #please do not mind me being mushy but it means a lot to me #David Lean

[alliesweetsong]

A Walk to Remember

(Ambience)

On any other day, or point in time, Duskwood may have been calming. The woods, the odors, and the sounds reverberating in her nose and ears like a symphony of spine tingling alarms however simply would not allow that. Not today. Each step a quick look around the general vicinity ensured the woman she was safe, for now. Her features and possessions were obscured from view, Not only as a way to prevent straps or other miscellaneous trinkets and loops from snagging and breaking anything, but to veil who she was, and what she was capable of doing. 

None of that mattered to her at the present though. What little sunlight that was able to pierce the heavy canopy of of trees was beginning to fade, and with it. the insurance of safety daylight brought with it. Each step was careful, calculated and confident, albeit timid. She wasn’t sure if she was travelling the correct direction, but with no means of contacting the person she hoped to link with, it made navigation of the thick woods all the more daunting. Each time she stopped, a slow methodical study of the land with bated breath soon followed. She was getting close, the lazy billows of smoke rising over the hill atleast told her another human, or elf was nearby. Hopefully. 

Taking a deep breath the cloaked woman shifted the heavy weight that was cradled in her arms before starting out once more, carefully and methodically towards the rising pillars of smoke.

Willow Grove like much of Duskwood hadn't gone untouched by the added burden of plague and undead frothing about the lands. a good many of the number had been seen to by the lady regent and company through frequent patrols and the aide of a few remaining tenants. Along the path from the gate to the estate home were a mix of withered trees and over grown gardens with some that had found some semblance of new growth. Mostly from the ongoing attempt to rebuild the land to what  it once was before ferals and fire had whittled it away.Further down the path the air had been singed with scent of burning flesh and thin wafts of warm smoke. All of which lead to a modest growing pile of long dead corpses melting to coals over a consecrated ground. Rian stood near the heap, sleeves rolled and boots muddied with a linen handkerchief drawn up around the lower portion of her face. Ringers pulled loose soggy leather gloves as her gaze seemed miles away lost in thought. It was the sound of steps along the path that drew her attentions back to her surroundings. Looking off to the cloaked figure she called out, "Something we can help you with?"

As the woman grew closer to the gate, the odor stung at the figures senses, threatening to bring the contents up from her stomach. No matter how common it had become in recent memory it was an odor that refused to become familiar. Inhaling deeply a pale hand departs the cloak to wrap long slender fingers around the gate as the figure now comes to a stop to Rians voice greeting thier arrival.

"I fear I may have come at a bad time, though I suppose now is better than never." A familiar voice calls out Warm and inviting as always. Now removing her hood Allie forces a smile, albeit a small one as her familiar sky blue eyes were puffy from lack of sleep and hours of crying. Long blonde flowing hair had taken over from the violet strands of silken hair that once sat upon her head. And her skin tone, only added to the degree of strangeness that was her appearance. "Rian I uh...I didn't know where else to go..."

Rian watched the figure reach out to the gate, brows furrowed upon hearing the familiar voice though as the figure revealed herself noted the features that didn't entirely match. Still the echoing of the voice along with the mention of her name drew concerned steps towards the once cloaked woman, "Allie?"

As she made her way to the gate, the linen mask was pulled down and gloves tucked in at her belt. "What's happened? Are you alright?" She questioned as she quickly opened the gate. "No, it's fine, I've always said the door is open. Troubled times or not..."

Allie bites her lip in her typical fashion and looks away from the Paladin for a moment while she begins to slightly bounce on her toes in a clearly conflicted manner. Inhaling deeply she finally shakes her head no. "My husband...I can't find him...or the quad.." she replies pulling her cloak free to reveal both of her revolvers and rifle but cradled in her arm was her son clutching the hardened leather armor she was wearing. "We have our own communication device and nobody is responding...I come back and coron was asleep in a closet that had been boarded up from outside." She replies as tears threaten to freefall once more. "Boralus was that of a ghost town i had to plead to use the portal room..." she continues shaking her head "I am scared Rian."

Lips parted to question about the missing man but quickly closed to let Allie finish telling her worries. Shoulders sunk with the news. Rian had hoped the sickness and undead had been contained but such a tale had her second guessing her own assumptions.

As the cloak was drawn back, the revolvers were no real surprise to the paladin, but the young boy was. "It's alright, Allie." The reassurance more reflex as an arm pulled the woman into a firm but gentle embrace. "You two will be safe here. Not that we don't have a bit of troubles, but.. strength in numbers yes?" A smile pressed to her lips as she leaned back that Allie might see the reassurance as much as feel it.

"Let's get you two to the house, you can wash up and some dinner." she added before calling to one of the hands near the bonfire of dead. "Keep an eye on that fire and come close the gate." With an arm around the ranger she gestured on towards the main house. A small smile offered down to the little one, "Brave boy." Rian hummed. "Just like his mum, no doubt."

Coron for his part was grasping a ring on his mothers chest as he looked at Rian with bright blue eyes. The elven features stuck out far more than the gilnean chisled jaw he had. Leaning his against allies Breast he continued to fidget as he just stared at the woman and his surroundings. Allie exhales and as Rian embraces her she nearly collapses overcome with emotion but manages to right herself and sniffles as she grips the woman tight for a moment. "Whatever troubles you have...ill help." She replies as he free hand wipes away some tears before chuckling soft. "Hes been very brave for me hasnt made a sound she we ditched our horse a few miles back. I thought we were being followed and I couldn't risk it." She replies as she looks at the two hands Rian calls to. "I don't know how or with what but ill repay you Rian..."

Rian simply shook her head between smiles offered towards Coron. "Nonsense, Allie. Don't fret about all that right now. Right now's a time to focus on breathing again. Better to try once we're inside and the clean fires burn."

The arm around Allie gave a gentle squeeze as they walked. "Serenity will be elated at the company. And as for what's owed. I know for a fact I already owe you plenty for pulling me out of that gods' forsaken jungle a few years back. It's what family does, looks after each other, hmm..."

To Be Continued...

[ Massive thanks to @lady-rian​ for never giving up on me, and for always being a fantastic friend. I would never had wrote this out if not for you ]

#ic #Allie Sweetsong #a new chapter #WrA Alliance