#The bio parents sounds like they wanted a baby worth the money

[coochiequeens]

She had four kids of her own. Why wouldn't she want to start treatment ASAP to be there for her kids?

Surrogate claims gay dads told her to terminate pregnancy at 24 weeks on finding out she had aggressive cancer and barred her from having baby prematurely or putting it up for adoption because 'they didn't want their DNA out there'

Brittney Pearson, 37, told DailyMail.com that she was threatened with legal action by the prospective parents after receiving a breast cancer diagnosis

The mother-of-four, from Sacramento, said she felt like 'a rented-out uterus'

By ALICE WRIGHT FOR DAILYMAIL.COMPUBLISHED: 16:54 EDT, 1 July 2023

A California mother has claimed she was told to terminate her surrogate pregnancy at 24 weeks by the child's prospective fathers after she was diagnosed with breast cancer. Brittney Pearson, 37, from Sacramento told DailyMail.com that she was diagnosed with breast cancer in May at 22 weeks. She says that after a full body MRI revealed the extent of the disease, the gay couple who were paying her to carry their child used legal threats to pressure her into terminating the pregnancy. Initially, Pearson claims, doctors at Sutter Health Medical Centre in Sacramento, believed she would be able to have a form of chemotherapy treatment compatible with pregnancy, and would then be induced at 34 weeks gestation. The prospective fathers, who haven't been named but are from Southern California, were allegedly happy for her to receive treatment and continue with the pregnancy. Brittney Pearson, 37, from Sacramento told DailyMail.com she was told to terminate her surrogate pregnancy at 24 weeks by the child's prospective fathers after she was diagnosed with breast cancer

Brittney Pearson, 37, from Sacramento told DailyMail.com she was told to terminate her surrogate pregnancy at 24 weeks by the child's prospective fathers after she was diagnosed with breast cancer. Parson claims the gay couple who were paying her to carry their child used legal threats to pressure her into terminating the pregnancy

However, when medics realized the HER2+ cancer had spread further than expected and that more aggressive chemo would be needed to combat it, relations between Pearson and the prospective parents broke down. The unnamed gay couple, Pearson claims, wanted the baby 'immediately terminated' and 'erased' as they believed it had no chance at life. They did not want a baby born before 34 weeks because they allegedly feared the infant would have considerable health problems, it is claimed.

The Center for Bioethics and Culture Network, an anti-surrogacy group which first reported on Pearson's case, claims the prospective fathers also sought to bar Pearson from carrying the child to term, then giving it up for adoption. They're said to have told her that they didn't want their 'DNA out there', being raised by someone else. DailyMail.com has been unable to contact the prospective dads to verify that claim. Pearson told DailyMail.com of the distress she felt after the prospective fathers allegedly 'threatened everyone they could with a lawsuit' including Pearson, her agency and Sutter Health. At one point, she claims, her oncology team, after being threatened with legal action, said they were not sure they could give her chemo and would need to consult their own lawyers. 'It was frustrating because I wanted to give them a family' she told DailyMail.com, 'they said they cared but they didn’t. I felt betrayed and heartbroken.'

Pearson's sisters, Courtney and Ashley Pearson, set up a Go Fund Me page explaining the circumstances of Brittney's diagnosis. Pearson claims doctors at Sutter Health Medical Centre in Sacramento came under legal fire from the prospective parents. Jennifer Lahl, president of The center for Bioethics and Culture Network said: 'This case highlights many of the problems with contracted, largely commercial, pregnancy.'

The mother-of-four, who had already successfully completed one round of surrogacy before, said she was left feeling like 'a rented-out uterus'.' The first thing I thought after I was diagnosed was I want to keep this baby safe and bring it earthside' she said. 'I would have been there, I would have given him every chance of survival , I had people ready to help' she claimed. Pearson told DailyMail.com she found a hospital that would deliver her baby, but would not elaborate on whether or not the procedure was inducement or termination, and whether or not the fetus was born alive. She would only confirm that it has since died. 'The baby was born on Father’s Day, my mother got to hold him and take pictures but he did not survive' she explained. Pearson felt further upset by the prospective parents decision to take the fetus' remains and cremate them. 'I would have done things differently, I didn't understand it since they didn't see him as a baby at all.'

Pearson said she is speaking out about her experience because she 'never wants anyone else to feel like this'. Despite her harrowing account she has not changed her mind about surrogacy: 'I wouldn't do it again, but I still think surrogacy has a great time and place but [prospective] families need to be screened a little more.' Pearson said her surrogacy agency, who she did not want to name, were 'very supportive and still are' but that the fathers had not contacted her since she had the baby. Jennifer Lahl, president of The center for Bioethics and Culture Network said of the case: 'I often say, there are plenty of reasons to get people to see how surrogacy is wrong, is harmful, and is bad for women and for children. 'This case highlights many of the problems with contracted, largely commercial, pregnancy.'

Pearson, who has four of her own children 3, 5, 12 and 13 years-old, is currently unable to work while receiving treatment. Her sisters Courtney and Ashley Pearson set up a Go Fund Me page to accept donations to see her through this difficult time. 'Britt was recently diagnosed with HER2+ breast cancer. Britt and her family need our love and support during this heartbreaking time' the sisters wrote. Adding: 'She is the main provider for her family of 6 and is unable to work during her cancer treatments. Please help share this so that they won’t have any added stress!' Sutter Health declined to comment when approached by DailyMail.com. Are you the prospective fathers? Please get in touch at [email protected]

#anti surrogacy sunday #Surrogacy contracts and the wishes of the mother #Do surrogacy agencies even have a discussion between the mother and purchasing parents regarding if things go wrong #The surrogate sounds like she wanted to complete the pregnancy to get her fee #The bio parents sounds like they wanted a baby worth the money

[otptings]

Insomnia

-Idol ~ Kun

-Genre ~ Sick Fic, Smut, Fluff

-Warnings ~ insomnia, lack of appetite & weight loss, pillow princess by force, oral (f receiving), passionate fucking, dry humping? (she's half naked but he's fully dressed), daddy kink, rough sex, choking, degradation,

-Word Count ~ 2.9k+

-Synopsis ~ Sleeping never comes easy to. You've tried everything from exercising, to warm milk. Maybe the one thing you've been missing is some late night loving?

-A/n ~ loosely inspired by sky Insomnia, the rose insomnia, and dreamcatcher sleep-walking. best to listen to any of those songs as you read it, might help set the mood even though those are all break up songs lmfao. I also have my ko-fi link in my bio help raise more money to help me buy essentials for my emotional support animal, I cannot work at the minute because of my treatment for type 1 bipolar disorder, and door dash doesn't allow me to save up abundantly enough, if you could even only share it I would greatly appreciate it. anyway hope you enjoy this and thank you for reading

Sleep and you have always had a complicated relationship. Fighting sleep as a kid, climbing out of your bed after your parents tucked you in, playing with your toys until you passed out among us. At sleepovers you were always the one who stayed up all night, too excited to actually get tired.

As a teenager spending nights before school desperately trying to finish homework, staying up until the early morning hours, quickly taking a shower before running to the bus. If you had no assignments your crush at the time would distract you, joking and blushing until it was time to leave for school, bags under your eyes prominent, but the loss of sleep was worth it.

Now the only thing you wanted was to sleep.

Insomnia took over your life. Staying up sometimes days at a time, struggling to calm your racing thoughts that were determined to keep you up at night. They won most nights. Laying in your bed, struggling to get comfortable or staring up at the ceiling, willing sleep to overtake you. Even with the medication from the doctor you struggled to get more than 3 hours a night.

You tried other remedies too. Drinking warm milk with cinnamon and vanilla, the warm concoction soothing but never tiring you out. Exercising before bed that truly made you feel amazing but never worked to tire you out, only forcing you to feel the soreness in your body as you laid in bed. No electronics before bed helped you finish multiple books series that you had wanted to start but never had time for, but didn't work.

Everything you tried was in vain. Sleep continued to evade you, and it only took a higher toll on your physical body.

Your appetite started to lessen, your weight slowly declined. The bags under your eyes only got deeper and darker. Concerns about your physical state came form your friends, their worries growing as you continued to get worst and worst. It came to a peak when you almost passed out at an outing, shaky from the constant stream of caffeine that you were consuming in order to function properly, your eyes fluttering close as you collapsed into their arms. Concern was properly covering their face, and they rushed you to the hospital, you were too weak to even try and decline them.

At the hospital they gave you strict instructions to stay home and rest, with someone watching you over to make sure that you were properly taken care of. Along with instructions you got even stronger medication, 20 mgs stronger than what you were currently taking.

Kun being the thoughtful person he is offered to watch you while you were on bedrest. He was the best candidate out of your friends, the others practically pushing you to accept him.

Kun has been the best assistant? nurse? friend that you could ask for. Constantly at your beck and call making sure that you were drinking plenty of water, cooking you fresh homemade meals, and making sure your medication was taken on time. Along with that he also did the awkward task of helping you to the bathroom, since you were still shaky and weak at times.

He did this all without complaint, catering to you everyday and making sure that you were cared for. Sometimes when he wasn't busy with his own work he would sit and watch a drama with you, or just engage in conversation telling you about his day, and the funny things he did and heard.

Having him helping you 24/7 for 2 weeks straight, had caused some unwelcome feelings. Your friends weren't surprised at that, having been part of the reason why they suggested he did it, knowing your past feelings for him. With only a week left of your bedrest you were saddened at the thought that he was leaving, going back to only talking to him once or twice a week whenever the friend group hung out.

Kun had actually been the one who surprised you. Seeing that you were still up one night, thoughts of him running through your mind when he entered your room. Upon seeing you awake he sat on your bed, holding your hand as you asked what's up. You weren't truthful. Who would be truthful in that scenario? 'Hey actually I was up thinking about my crush on you and the desire that I constantly have to kiss you."

You were positive that wouldn't have gone through well.

Kun rubbed your hand soothingly, listening patiently to you as you lied about what you were thinking about, fake worries and complaints about going back to work. Offering you advice was always Kun's strong suit so you were ready for some good advice despite your lies.

That's what got you in this peculiar position.

Lip tucked tightly between your teeth, the taste of copper on your tongue. One hand grasping at the pillow behind you squeezing it tightly between your fingers, the other intertwined with dark blue hair as you tried not to pull too hard.

Kun thought the best thing to clear your mind was sex, and who were you to deny his generous offer.

You felt your hips jerking as tongue pressed his tongue against your hole, shallowly fucking into you. His free hand rubbed up your thigh, the sensation combining with him eating you out causing your mind to start to go blurry. His hand continued to glide up, before pressing down on your hips, forcing them down on the bed.

Without the ability to move you could only lie there as he continued to tongue fuck you. The fire in your stomach increasing, and Kun seemed to know it as he kissed your clit before sucking on it aggressively, causing your first orgasm to rip through your body.

Kun continued his ministrations, licking up your cum causing the fire to come back threefold. Kun sucked on your clit, flicking his tongue over it as you wriggled from the sensitivity. He seemed to be made for this, the way his tongue knew the perfect ways to fuck you open, and he hadn't even involved his fingers or cock yet.

Pulling away from your cunt you saw your juices covering Kun's mouth leaking down his chin. His hair was sticking every which way how you were messing, and pulling on it. Kun looked like all of your wet dreams had happened to come through.

"So pretty." A laugh let his mouth, a smiling spreading over his lips.

"Wish you could see yourself," Kun slid his hand up and down your thigh, rubbing it soothingly, "You're gorgeous. I've been wanting to do this for so long."

Kun changed the positions so that you were on top, straddling his thighs. You could feel his cock straining against his jeans, rubbing over your oversensitive clit in the best way possible. A whimper left your mouth as you started to rock on him, but Kun stilled your hips. His hand slid to your chin, rubbing his thumb along the side of your jaw.

"Can I kiss you?" You didn't bother answering, meeting him halfway. His chapped lips moved against your own as if you've done it before, there was a familiarity to it that made you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him flush against your chest. Sliding his hands up and down your body, lips moving in sync against yours. You nipped at his lip, causing a loud groan to leave his mouth as he opened it for you. Sliding your tongue into his mouth you reveled in the feeling of him taking dominance. His hands gripping your ass tightly, his tongue roughly dancing with yours.

You pulled away, placing your hips on his shoulders as you continued to grind against him. Another groan leaving his mouth as he moved you against him, forcing you to press down harder and faster against him.

"God baby." He leaned back as he looked at you, admiring the way you moved against him, needy and wanting to cum again. "You're so need baby. Who's got you like this hm?" You dropped your head back, continuing to rock your hips against his. Kun felt his cock twitching in his pants at the sight, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you close to him, placing kisses along your neck and collarbones.

"Kun I need you." You tried to sound strict but it came breathy, a moan following it as he kisses over your jugular, nipping at it before listening to your 'command'. Flipping you over he gave you a peck, before pulling away to take off his clothes. You decided to join him stripping out of your shirt and throwing it across the room.

Kun crawled back over you, but he stopped just taking the time to stare at you.

"I need to say this before. I'm not just fucking you because of your insomnia, I'm not just fucking you to fuck you." Kun intertwined your fingers, "I really like you. I don't want this to just not mean anything to you, when I really like you. Even thought we're doing this backward I hope you can at least think of going on a date with me." You felt your face heat up, and the familiar feeling of fluttering in your stomach at his confession. Placing your hand on his cheek you leaned up, placing a quick kiss on his lips.

"I like you too Kun. More than I can put words to." A big smile spread across his face as he leaned down, showering your face with kisses. "But if you don't put your dick in me right now, you might not ever get that date." A laugh left his mouth as he placed one last kiss against your check, before grabbing the base of his cock and rubbing it up and down your cunt. Collecting some of your juices over his tips he looked down as he pressed into you, muttering a fuck at the sight of you taking him in so well. You threw your head back feeling the fuzziness come back, feeling how well he slid into you.

When Kun bottomed out he placed your still intertwined hands on the pillow beside you, his other hand sliding back to your hip.

"Fuck you feel so good." He growled as he waited for you to adjust, feeling your tight walls practically sucking him in.

"Please move. Please I need you." Kun placed a gentle kiss on your pouty lips before pulling. Thrusting back into you he set a slow pace, being gentle with you not forgetting that you were still on bed rest. Your other arm wrapped around his neck, pulling you closer to him. Feeling skin against skin as he continued to slowly fuck you, enjoying the feeling of him being close to you.

It was more intimate than it should've been, being the first time that you two were having sex but with Kun it felt right. This was more love making than casual fucking and you wouldn't have it any other way. The coil in your stomach started to tighten, Kun's groans helping greatly to push you towards the edge, but the pace he had set wasn't doing it for you.

"Kun." He slowed down, hearing the desperation in your voice and not wanting to hurt you.

"Yes baby? Am I hurting you?" You could hear the slight panic in his voice and shook your head, before meeting his eyes.

"Faster please. I need you rougher." Kun pushed your hair back, before cupping your cheek.

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you, you were just hospitalized."

"Please fuck me harder. I need you to ruin me daddy." At your words Kun's eyes darkened and without warning he thrust into you hard, causing a punched out moan to leave your mouth.

The mood changed just the way you needed it to, instead of being slow love sex Kun was fucking you. Hips meeting during every perfectly timed thrust, hitting deep within you as the sound of his balls smacking against your ass filled the room. He let go of your hand, instead opting to grab your waist and pulled you to meet him halfway on every thrust.

Ceaseless moans leaving your lips at the feeling of him fucking into you so beautifully, filling every inch of you. Opening your eyes that hadn't even realized had closed you were met by the sight of Kun, sweat glistening over his abs and dripping down his face. His hair plastered to his forehead, as he bit his lip harshly trying to hold back his groans. Your neighbors should really thank him for having some self control.

Kun slowed down as he lifted your legs up, pushing them towards your chest, folding you in half as he continued his rough pace. This new position causing you to feel him in your chest, the feeling of fullness completely overtaking you as you orgasmed for the second time. He fucked you through your orgasm, the tingly feeling spreading towards your hips as overstimulation set in. Even though his cock was dragging against your walls beautifully, blunt tip pressing into your g spot it started to get painful.

The feeling of it being too much, but not enough at the same time. Tears welling up in your eyes, as Kun pressed against your legs pushing them back further and forcing his cock impossibly deeper.

"F-fuck daddy please." You didn't even know what you were begging for anyway, him effectively fucking you dumb, his hands gripping your thighs tightly to the point where you knew you'd have bruises the next day.

"So tight around me, your pussy is sucking me in even after two orgasms? What's wrong baby? Two isn't enough, you need me to milk another one out of you?" You couldn't respond to him, only listened to him as he spoke, groans leaving his mouth harmonizing with your moans almost.

"Poor baby is fucked dumb," A cruel laugh left his mouth as he stuffed two fingers into your mouth. You sucked on his fingers, twirling your tongue around them. "Can't even speak, only babble and suck on my fingers huh? Lucky you're so cute. You liked being called dumb huh? Can feel the way you're pussy clenched around me? Must be close again." You could only let out a muted moan, Kun's fingers still pressed against your tongue, gagging you effectively.

Pulling his fingers out of your mouth he slid his hand around your throat, tapping his too soaked fingers on the side of your neck.

"So close baby. So. fucking. close." Punctuating his words with an extra hard thrust in between you had lost the ability to think, his hand gently around your neck, more like an accessory but just at the thought of him choking you felt yourself drooling, his thrusts still reaching that spot inside of you that was so deep it'd never been touched before.

As if hearing your thoughts, Kun's hand tightened around your throat, pressing you against the mattress. You came at that moment, Kun's tip hitting your g spot perfectly. Your eyes rolled back as you felt like you had exploded, all of your energy draining out of you with your third orgasm of the night.

At the feeling of you clenching around him so tightly, practically holding you in place Kun pulled out and quickly jerked himself off, cumming over your lower stomach. Kun marveled at the sight of you laid out below him, lips swollen from biting them, hair frizzy from rubbing against the pillow, his white cum painting your stomach, a light red mark around your neck from his hand.

Kun let you sit for a couple minutes before carrying you to the bathroom for a well needed shower. Setting you on the toilet, he let you pee while he started the warm. When you were finished and the water was warm enough Kun helped you into the shower, letting you lean against him as he started to clean the cum from your body.

"Are you okay?" You looked up at Kun, basking in the feeling of the warm water running down your body as Kun rubbed the soapy loofa over your body.

"Never felt better." A crooked smile spread across your face, too tired to even continue the conversation. Kun kissed you on your temple , seemingly sensing it and helped you rinse out. After getting you redressed and back into your bed with clean sheets, Kun went to go to the living room until you grabbed his arm.

"Can you stay?" Even after having sex Kun was still nervous to sleep in the bed with you, but he obliged hearing your soft, sleepy voice. Climbing into bed with you he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

"Thank you." Kun hummed, the vibration spreading through his chest and making you giggle.

"For?"

"Taking care of me." Kun placed another kiss on your head.

"You don't have to thank me. I wanted to care for you. Now get some sleep." Cuddling further into Kun, the beat of his heart along with the rise and fall of his chest lulled you to sleep.

For the first time in years, you slept like a baby.

#kpopcatalog #wayv #nct #wayv kun #wayv qian kun #nct qian kun #qian kun #Kpop smut #kpop fluff #sick fic #nct smut #wayv smut #wayv fluff #nct fluff

[snyoonsu]

happy opening day! i’m jin (s/h, 21+), the writer behind nam ‘elias’ yoonsu (aka ‘the comeback kid’). modern day prince charming living life on cruise mode, decked out with cheat codes, but currently going into overdrive, rogue mode. and i’m super excited to meet all of you and your muses!

you can find more about yoonsu in these links (bio, profile) and below the cut as well. last but not least, hit this with a ♡ if you’d be interested in plotting! sadly i did not have my shit together enough to list out premade plot ideas, but swear i am much better at brainstorming one-on-one! i’m around on here and discord (if the tumblr im sounds also terrify you) and always down to chat. now without further ado...

background

heir to the nam family’s immense generational wealth and raised in nyc like a classic upper east side trust-fund kid (à la ‘succession’ & ‘gossip girl’). but ~global~. the nam family has roots and connections all over the globe, so he grows up traveling all over to become more ‘worldly’ and ‘cultured.’ plot twist, five-star hotels are nice in every country.

very much a leo (if ur into astrology!). really big personality, thrives under the spotlight, natural showman, and good looking to boot. that kid in school who somehow had an in with every social group, from the snobby elites to the scene kids to the nerds. just very, very good with people. could probably smooth talk a wall for hours if need be.

currently a part-time venture capitalist (b/c sprinkling money at people’s dreams and life endeavors = fun. only being partially sarcastic here) and part-time socialite (b/c flying around looking pretty and partying also = fun). tbh he’s very good at both things. 

so yeah, life is honestly pretty easy for eli. too bad he gets shipped off to the fucking middle of nowhere (ahem, daegu... which in his worldview might as well be nebraska) and is basically on probation / on the verge of being demoted as heir. and he is surrounded by his distant relatives (whom he finds insufferable) and is just drowning in cultural vertigo and having an existential crisis :)

woah woah woah, okay taking a step back on how he ends up there. tldr; he gets his gf pregnant, his parents freak the fuck out (which is an understatement... plus who are they to talk? having gotten married for purely power purposes), and there’s a very messy abortion + break-up with his gf and then his parents. psst, don’t ask if he truly loved her or wanted the baby. at this point it’s a convoluted mess b/t him actually being quite the lover-boy, being afraid of commitment, and also just hating being told what to do by anyone. like wtf???

anyways, he’s rotting away on the countryside when this pretty little invitation from choi yong comes bouncing along. he views it as a soft reset, the start of his redemption arc, a chance to prove his actual worth and capabilities (b/c everything in life is just handed to him on a golden platter, no?). oh, and a big ‘fuck you’ to his parents. so yeah, despite the charming smile and smooth manners, he’s not fucking around for once.

personality / traits

at the end of the day, he has a big heart. his warmth and sincerity attracts a lot of people and can draw all sorts of people out of their shells. he actually can feel drawn to those who are relatively more shy, reserved, or guarded than him too (possible plot dynamic?). he’s also very much ruled by his heart, ambitions, instincts, and what is ‘right’ (by his own standards... which are mostly good?).

as you might expect, he has a lot of friends. well ‘friends’ with asterisks attached. turns out once you get to a certain level of wealth, it’s hard to find actual friends who aren’t just hanging around b/c they want something from you. again, he’s very good with people and can pick up on even the subtlest shifts in another person’s mood or expression. all this makes him often overanalyze his relationships and actually quite lonely inside.

loves to be the center of attention, but is also secretly self-loathing. he wants to feel deserving and entitled to whatever praise and attention he gets; and like all people, he does have his own demons (which the world just trivializes). because to his critics’ point... umm he really did just waltz right into much of it. like talk about living life on easy mode... so a lot of his debonair charm serves dual purposes as a defense mechanism, carefully constructed to compensate for his innate insecurities. 

while he is very much a ‘good guy’ nine times out of ten, push him to the edge and he’ll default to anger and cutthroat tactics as a protective wall to hide his vulnerabilities. again, overall nice and outgoing but has scary flashes of being more cold-hearted and calculating, especially when provoked — the type that makes you questions whether if it’s even the same dude you’re dealing with. can’t run from the parents’ dna, i guess.

hates being bossed around. very much wants to be in charge of his own destiny, which is kinda at odds with what he’s born into. also hates being told what to do, but if you can get him to listen, he can actually usually be persuaded.

#(⤨ ooc) #sn intro #(excited to be here!!)

[inaure-forhalla]

because at this rate i will simply never have proper full written out bios for my muses, below the cut find some more detailed information about my muses that give you more info than just the vibey little blurbs i shat out at some ungodly hour of the day:

akllasqa mamani:

aklla is the daughter of a scientist that had all her titles stripped of her, and prohibited from working in the field after unethical experiments came to light. this doesn’t stop her from laying low and forming a personal lab, although under a watchful eye. she proceeds to learn and absorb all she can about genetic editing, and with the use of the CRISPR method and friends manning labs, she produces her own genetically edited egg. this is where aklla comes from, she’s planted in her mother’s womb and grows to be a girl who continues her life under a microscope. her mother is constantly poking and prodding at her, in a desperate attempt to note every deviation from regular behaviour from a girl who was tailored. aklla is diagnosed with anti social personality disorder in the future, and as a child is known to have conduct disorder. she’s been called a sociopath more times than she can count and is prone to sudden, and violent outbursts. all in all, a difficult teenager trying to maneuver through a society that works against anyone with any mental diagnosis.

jolene walsh:

honestly jolene’s the only one i have a full bio for, so because i’m lazy catch that here. 

vivian han:

vivian grows up in a house that values tradition, and in particular the image of a good family. her parents are not overtly religious, but they’re devout christian’s. they got married young, and without much thought and this leads to strife in their household. they start to fall out of love right in front of her eyes, but old time tradition and religious beliefs compel them to stay together despite divorce being the healthiest option for them both. being the oldest daughter in the house, vivian often has to play peacekeeper between her parents fights. she grows weary of it, but knows her options are limited. the older she gets, the more time she spends outside of the house. parties where the music is so loud she can’t hear her thoughts, she drinks away whatever she’ll have to face when she gets home. vivian is the fun girl, and the smart girl, and the party girl, and she does whatever she can to keep up every front she has. straight a student, but beloved by her peers. and only because she tries so hard. sometimes that comes with a small mean streak to be accepted by her peers, but she grows out of that quickly. guilt wears on her conscience heavily. an unhealthy relationship is all she knows as she grows up and so it leads her into her own. she dates a boy who becomes her ruin, but she tolerates it because that’s all she knows. she tolerates it even when he pushes her against a wall and she’s worried she has a concussion. he never hits her, and that’s his excuse. she files a restraining order after much thought and push from her friends. but it only makes her wild nights even worse, she has more pain to drink away now.

gabriel and ronan:

two boys that were once part of the same band, now leading two completely different lives. gabriel has always had his head in the clouds, always dreamt of life as a musician. his parents could do little to stop what his heart wanted. as a kid he’d play in shows any chance he got at school, and even kick started his own garage band with his friends. he never wanted to be the star of the show, gabriel was more than happy in the background. and that’s how he becomes the bass player of Golden Ours. he grew up in a bustling house that knew nothing about love, and it’s what he puts out into the world. his energy comes from genuine joy, and the desire to spread kindness. he’s a humble star from humble beginnings, and does his best to not let fame get to his head. naturally, there are slip ups, ones he does his best to hide. but all in all, he makes for pleasant company. not much tragedy in this one, rather typical if you ask me. 

ronan on the other hand grows up in completely different circumstances. the accident child of an alcoholic and a junkie, he never really knows stability in his life. his parents never have a good means to finances, and he picks up odd jobs as a kid to support himself if not his parents. he holds his father’s anger and defends himself after each bark and bite from his parents. he doesn’t grow up in a good house, and he doesn’t know if he likes them more when they’re sober or completely out of their minds. he swings a fist at this father at eighteen and is met with his ass on the curb. with little to nothing to his name, he sofa surfs as long as he can, gets himself jobs here and there, nothing that lasts too long. he comes across gabriel before the band hits the charts and it begins as roommates soon turned bandmates. he joins as lead guitarist. ronan’s one to butt heads with the band often, but at the end of the day, they’re family and family was meant to fight. but the disputes only heighten when ronan pushes them to take deals that come their way. change their look, change their sound, change change change for the mainstream media. they won’t take it, and so ronan does. leaves the band behind and embraces life as someone he doesn’t recognize in the mirror. he goes from alt indie rock to more mainstream pop rock. his manager decides what he wears, what he sings, what he signs up for. the money’s good, but he hates himself. but the money’s good.

mira deol:

mira lives a quiet life for the most part. second oldest daughter of five, their family is never without festivities. she’s a good student, not the top of her class, but trying. she sits in the middle of everything, never too loud, never too quiet. mira seems to breeze by life in the background and a part of her itches to be at the front of the show. she knows she’s not built for it, so instead she’ll smile and nod through it all. her life flips upside down, she becomes part of headlines when her family is killed at sixteen. in the middle of the night, the confront what they think to be a robber. her father and his broken english yelling downstairs, threatening to call the cops when a gun’s pulled out on them. mira, silent, watches from the top of the stairs while her entire family is sat down on the rug. one by one, they’re lined up and taken out with a single shot to the head. execution style. she scampers into a closet, and her hands search the dark floors for the gun she knows her dad has. and she sits there, as quiet as ever, hands shaking as she holds the gun in front of her. she thinks he’s left until she hears the creaks up the stairs and the closet door swings open. she closes her eyes and empties the bullets into her assailant without a second thought. mira’s found with blood, both her own and his, on her body. she hasn’t left the closet when they find her, a neighbour calls when they hear the last round of gunshots. her face takes the newspapers by storm and she’s a charity case. without any other family overseas, she moves in with her next door neighbours. a girl she knows from school. she suffers from traumatic mutism for a year. rehab and therapy get her to open up, and she cries anytime she speaks for another year. her life is spent in and out of therapy, and when she finally moves out and manages to get into university, she lives alone. everything about her life screams at her to live with company, but fear of what happens to company around her forces her into living alone. currently, mira is still healing. it’s been five years since her family’s death and she’s pushing herself back into society slowly. her emotions are hard to handle, and she’s incredibly clingy when she gets attached. 

buster jones:

buster lives a comfortable life. his parents work good jobs and they don’t expect much from him. as the youngest of a trio of boys, he’s the family’s baby for most of his life and he milks it for all it’s worth. he spends most of his time gaming, eating, or hanging out with friends. never the best student, but he manages to pull through with the tutors his parents throw at him a countless number of times. he doesn’t tell them that he’s paid kids to do his homework and essays, they don’t need to know that. but when both brothers leave the house, grow old enough to make it out on their own, the attention turns back to buster. buster who does nothing for the family but eat half the contents of their fridge, which can no longer be excuse as the appetite of a growing boy. so his parents make him take up a job, any job, they tell him, and so he goes to work at a mcdonald’s. he reckons it’ll be the least amount of effort he’ll have to put in, and impossible to get fired from. plus, free fries anytime he so pleased. he’s working through his last year of highschool, projected to have to take a fifth year if summer courses fail him. when he makes it to college he takes up criminal justice. not with the dreams of being a lawyer like his mother so hopes, but with the dream of getting into the fbi. only because it looks cool on television and he swears they know everything about area 51, and the gps’ that babies are injected with. an avid reader of conspiracies that he spouts like his life depends on it, what he doesn’t have in book smart, he also doesn’t have much in street smart. how buster makes it through the day, everyone wonders. but somehow he does.

elena castillo:

she grows up doted on. an only child, given the world at her every whim. her father loves her, her mother loves her, but doesn’t have to love as much since her father takes care of that part. her father dies when she’s eight, and her mother doesn’t take it well. elena had shown various talents at a young age, and the one her mother hones in on is her ability to skate. never having taken professional figure skating, her mother says it’s time for her to try. she doesn’t protest much, knows just how pushy her mother can be. she’s a good child for the most part, prone to temper tantrums, but mother knows best. elena’s mother focuses all her energy on her daughter, and it becomes obsessive. like a pageant mom, she signs her up for every competition under the stars. elena is bound to win most of them, and that’s because her mother doesn’t let her rest until she gets her routine down pat. elena’s perfectionism is taught and forced down her throat, it doesn’t come naturally. it doesn’t take long for the girl to embrace that figure skating has become her life. pulled out of classes on a whim just to participate in competitions, she learns how to catch up with classwork quickly without disappointing her mother. she never admits it, but she seeks validation from the one parent she still has. thinks maybe she’ll gain the same love she got from her father if she does it right. elena is quick to snap as she grows older. becomes her biggest critique, and with it comes a sharp attitude that she’s quick to lash out onto others. she projects her own insecurities, and drags people down to bring herself up. she’s now a professional figure skater, one of the best of her age at twenty. but it didn’t come easy, and she’s not willing to give it up easy. in front of the cameras and the crews she waves and smiles. once the lights drop, so does the facade and she doesn’t bother to lift a finger for anyone she deems not worth her time. she becomes more like mother, and over the years, they become more like partners than mother and daughter. their relationship is never healthy.

luciana pereira: prev lucarus

has the sexiest bio it deserves a read here

imogen, willa, devna mini bios coming soon !

#( 𝚘𝚘𝚌 . ) happy shitposting day . #truly the closest thing to a bio we'll get for a while omg

[theperfectstormrp]

“And this thing of darkness I acknowledge mine.”

Madeline Avery

Age: Twenty

Affiliation: Death Eater

Blood Status: Pureblood

Career: Auror

RUMOR HAS IT… Madeline Avery was top of her class at Hogwarts, but has since fallen short on the intellectual scale. She got a taste for blood and learned she liked it a bit too much- not to mention the pretty little green pills she keeps in her pocket. Mommy is a little disappointed in her favorite daughter, and Daddy, well- he just wishes she’d kick the bucket.

Madeline Edith Avery’s birth was described as nothing short of a miracle. Years spent childless had left the Avery’s with nothing but a distant, cold marriage, until Madeline. A beautiful baby girl was everything her parents had wanted. Well, for her mother at least. Her father was a different story. See, Madeline lacked something vital, something key to the success of the family in her father’s eyes. Madeline was a girl. And, as everyone knows, a boy is where the real worth lies.

Nonetheless, as soon as the healers had released her mother from the hospital, Madeline was swept up in a whirlwind of dress ups and public outings. A darling doll, just sit quiet on Mummy’s knee and smile. Oh Evelyn, what a perfect child you have! Madeline polished her porcelain facade under silk dresses and cynical gazes, a paragon pureblood daughter. But no amount of glitz and glamour could catch the eye of her father. If her public life was a whirlwind, her time at home was a stagnant void of echoing hallways and empty dining room chairs. Hugo’s time was spent behind locked doors, in hushed but fervent conversations with her mother or completing his “important work”. Dinner was a listless affair, the sparse conversation punctuated only by the clink of cutlery or the sound of the house elf pouring Evelyn yet another glass of wine. It was clear from the start; Madeline would never be Daddy’s girl.

By the time her letter arrived, Madeline was exhausted, her childhood passed in a blur of faces and fanciful outings. Hogwarts could be a chance to breathe, to simply stop, for once. It proved all of that and more, with the Slytherin common room soon providing more ease and comfort than any of the many sitting rooms in her family’s manor. Not only a home, Slytherin was where she could be with the closest thing Madeline would ever get to a sister. Alecto Carrow. Initially just another face at a social gathering, Madeline soon considered Alecto her closest friend, long before Hogwarts. She trusted Alecto with anything and there was nothing she wouldn’t do for the girl. In a stark contrast to her childhood as a socialite, at school Madeline preferred to be in the background. Make no mistake, Madeline wanted to be perfect, but for her that meant copious study and topping every class. Her school days passed in a different kind of blur than home life, one instead filled with a simple happiness and a sense of belonging, with little upheaval or incident to stain her star record.

Of course, nothing fragile is built to last. Winter holidays, her seventh and final year at Hogwarts and that which had previously only festered behind dark oak doors and whispered arguments burst forth into Madeline’s life. An accusation, hurled by her father with fists slamming on the table, at her mother, flinching across from him. “She isn’t mine and I know it, you whore”. The stammered denial that fell from Evelyn’s lips did nothing to stifle the cold fury Madeline’s father had unleashed. When he rounded on Madeline, she couldn’t help but lean back, but it was only to send her away. She was just a stupid child, she wasn’t privy to these kinds of conversations. Because it was clear to Madeline now that this wasn’t the first time such a despicable topic had been dragged up in between her parents. No, this was only news to her. The porcelain mask Madeline had spent her life so carefully upholding was crumbling. What did Mummy do when it all got too much? Wine, that seemed to work. Wine and cigarettes. The rest of Christmas was a blur, but that was nothing new to Madeline. Life was clearly meant to be spent like money, fast and without a second thought.

One thing led to another and soon Madeline was spending her holiday in the most wretched corners of Knockturn Alley and the like, seeking something to fill the nameless hole in her chest. Snarky comments, shoving others out of her way, she was a flame looking for the fuse. Looking back, Madeline struggles to remember the exact events clearly. All she can recall is the push, the snarl, wands, lights and then a body on the floor. Not even checking to see if she had in fact, just killed someone, the crack of apparating split the air and Madeline was back on the grounds of her manor, heart thumping in her chest, blood roaring in her ears and her entire being coursing with this energy, this power. This is what it was like to be alive. Adrenaline was a drug and Madeline was now an addict.

Returning to Hogwarts, Madeline had new priorities. Her career plans switched. She would join the Death Eaters, first and foremost. Eliminating muggle scum and violent fights? Please, it was a dream come true. But she needed an additional job, one that would give her the skills to excel in the Death Eaters. An Auror. Madeline knew she could get the NEWTS and, well, if she somehow didn’t pull through, who was really going to stop the only Avery child from doing what she wanted? Graduating with another perfect certificate, Madeline was quick to leave her home at the manor for an expensive London apartment, where she was free to chase the rush in whatever way she could. But rumours had a way of worming their way into any social circle and it wasn’t long before letters came from her mother, detailing all the ways Madeline’s unlady like behaviour was causing her mother such anguish (and more than a little shame within her elite tea parties). Madeline burned them, every last letter. She wasn’t the girl her mother knew anymore, and she could see little reason to change. Deep down, Madeline was lost. She felt like little more than the doll on her mother’s knee, searching blindly for herself in a storm of violence and blood. But there was another storm brewing on the horizon and Madeline needed to find herself soon, before she was swept away to nothing.

GIDEON PREWETT – Alecto was always starry-eyed over Gideon for whatever reason she couldn’t quite place. Maybe it was the fact that he was older or the fact that he never even looked her way--why would he? She was so much younger than he was. 

SEVERUS SNAPE – It was a friendly competition, that’s what she told herself. The two of them with knitted brows staring down their cauldrons trying to beat the other to finish the better potion. Try as she might, though she’d never admitted it, Severus was always better at this she was. Even to this day, he’s able to get the upper hand on her and even though it irks her, Madeline can’t help but have a little respect for him.

ALECTO CARROW – Best friends since long before their Hogwarts days there’s nothing that she wouldn’t do for Alecto. But here lately it seems that keeping Alecto’s attention is impossible and Madeline knows this all too well... she always goes distant when she’s got her eye on a potential prize. Trouble is, Alecto usually always tells her when she’s after someone but this time it sees her BFFs lips are sealed tight causing a rift in the friendship.

OTHER CONNECTIONS – BIOS THAT MADELINE AVERY IS MENTIONED IN.

Madeline Avery is currently an TAKEN character with a FC of TATI GABRIELLE. FC SUGGESTIONS: lily james, elizabeth lail, tati gabrielle.

#marauders rp #dark rp #lsrp #marauders roleplay #hp rp #madeline avery #de #death eater #madelineaverybio #mention: gideon prewett #mention: severus snape #mention: alecto carrow #taken #takenf

[lydsfm]

funny how i’ve had this bitch for a good year or so, began using her in january, Stopped, and have absolutely no recollection of the bg i made up for her since it’s likely in a dm i’ve lost track of SFSGFLDK so we’re starting over !! i’m gonna make this short and sweet bc dealing with three kids under the age of ten when i could’ve been wrapping this up a few hours ago took me O U T, not to mention i’m watching masterchef as i type this, but i’m kat, about to become an old hag come sunday bc i turn 22 and.. idk, i could use a glass of moscato right about now sdfjlkgdf enough about me bc you’ll see me bitching about something soon enough, so with that i’ll introduce you all to miss lydia hyunh ! stats will be up later hopefully, plots..... we’re going off the cuff with them until i cave and make one up so until then —

╰   * ✶ . ever notice lydia hyunh kinda looks like hillary trinh ? they’ve got 4.8m followers on instagram, but that’s no surprise. their instagram bio says they identify as cis female and go by she/her. they just turned twenty-one, right? word around la is they’re kinda vainglorious and nonchalant, but you couldn’t tell online. does it matter when your family’s net worth is $270m? ❪ kat, she/her, gmt-2:30 ❫

she comes from a new money family at the helm of a hong kong-based real estate development firm, but her geographical background is a tad more complex than that sijfg

not to mention her mother being a miss universe contestant-turned-supermodel who still walked the occasional runway after two kids à la the iconic 2010s victoria’s secret models, but anyways —

her dad’s a british national ( and started off as a financier, then switched to real estate, tHEN became a cfo of his own firm fdgsdklfdgfl ) as are she and her brother, so while he and his family were busy building up their company with many trips abroad, lydia, her brother and her mom hung back in london for the most part — though some of her summers were spent in hong kong or along the beaches of the mediterranean when she wasn’t embracing the countryside of her home country during term breaks

however, at age 10, she and the family moved to edinburgh so she could attend a more prestigious private school — and so they could be a bit closer to her brother who was spending time at the renowned st. andrew’s university 

.. basically, i need a sister in arms when it comes to bastardized accents, so have this british bitch with a scottish twinge FDSGJSHDGFSLK

speaking of her brother, they clearly have a sizeable age gap, so while they do love each other and all that, they aren’t necessarily close. he’s primed to be something of an heir and he’s more than cool with that, while lyds is more keen on taking her time to figure out what she wants to do with her life and her parents encourage it..... not to say he was ever pressured but, y’know

all the while, mama hyunh was busy appearing on.. idk, something like america’s next top model and project runway when she could — maybe even masterchef ?? GJSFGF — trying to work her schedule around lydia by taking her with her on sick days or during the summer months

so lydia had a taste of hollywood during her early teens with these trips, absolutely enamoured, fucking gobsmacked that her mom was in the industry bc with the way they lived back home it was as if she was merely privileged as hell

connection idea right there folks !

should note bc it feels weird to glaze over it even if it disrupts the flow, but lydia ?? LOVES her mom. so much. she’s a family girl in general, but she really does look up to her mom and appreciates the little things she does to help or impress her

we’re all about wholesome family relationships here, js SLKFDGJSLFD but anyways

she keeps up this lifestyle of studying in edinburgh, travelling wherever the fuck her parents wish to take her and getting ( almost ) whatever she wants

bc if there’s one thing either of her parents put to her, it was to know her limits and to at least recognize her privilege, even if they knew she was a little too spoiled in her own way to be thoroughly humbled. sounds fake but i always thought of them as traditional hard workers who want their kids to be the same, so 😔

and with that, upon graduating and attending uni in glasgow the following fall, lydia kinda.. separated herself from some aspects of her wealth, wanting to be a normal student with some obvious luxuries bc. she can’t help herself fsdgljgdfs

especially when you have a damn model for a mom and you’re Kinda known to be her kid

and yknow what, it worked out for the most part. ofc she couldn’t hide her roots so people knew this annoying brat came from money, but they weren’t complaining bc at least it meant they had some GREAT parties bc of some loans she’d give out for the sake of having a good time herself

long story short, she loved uni, still does, but she loves the breaks even more as she’s been consistently visiting hollywood since she was 18. mama hyunh became more involved in being a tv personality now that both kids were out of the nest and her husband kept himself occupied with work ( when he couldn’t see her, which ofc is routine as he recently moved up to be ceo ), so she spends much of her time in beverly hills 

so much so that lyds’ summers were spent reconnecting with her mom, and having a wild time on the side too gfsdkjgfd

this year, however, her dad decided to open an office in l.a. to be more present with his wife. and to capitalize on the market

and after hearing that.. something in lydia Snapped. ksldfgjkldf like she v quickly decided to take a break from school and stay here for a bit

which some would find weird bc really ? NOW ? when your parents are around ?? but eh....... using the excuse of “ family bonding ” to really take advantage of whatever ounce of star power she has here is fine by her LFSKDGJSDFG

probably lives with her two cousins to save her ass from being dragged

PERSONALITY AND OTHER SHIT

according to my little blurb on my p much Dead indie: “ ( upper middle class-turned ) trust fund baby who tries to downplay her privilege but usually fails; adventurous and charming, she's a soft player who likes being pursued so long as she calls the shots ”

so uh.. that hasn’t changed much GFLKSDFL

i love the ( closet ) sad little rich girl and all those classic tropes as much as the next person, but lydia happens to be one of the most unbothered chicks you’ll probably ever meet FGJKSDG

vulnerability ?? don’t know her ! she’s just here for a good time and doesn’t know anything But !

laidback af, not to mention i never saw her as particularly defensive of her status and such, and i’m sure her uni life reflected that all by itself

the fact that she’s had it relatively easy in the sense of no real trauma or family issues helps, who knows fdsjglk

doesn't mean she won't lay into you if the time calls for it, especially if you have a god complex or something. she’s of the mindset, “ you do you and i’ll do me, but act like a fool and i’ll happily remind you of it for the rest of your days, ” so it's safe to say that someone could bring out the bitch that lurks beneath if they're not careful SGFJDKLGF

can she be selfish and indulgent ?? .. yes, but does she carry herself as such ? ………. also yes, bUT not by much, which makes a difference ! 

LKSFDGLF jk, but she is restrained in how she displays these tendencies ( for the most part ) or else she probably would’ve gotten her ass handed to her back in uni. thank god she’s well-mannered enough

wild child ! gets around ! don’t think i need to elaborate aside from the fact that she’d rather NOT get an sti or wind up in the er over dumb shit, so there’s a sense of caution with it all

basically, she can be materialistic as hell and takes advantage of the shit she has while she has it, but she’s practical enough to know her limits or to just. know better

idfk, i feel like this makes zero sense bc i’m so drained, that this seems like it could be the setup for a m*ry s*e which..... ew, and that i’m missing a lot of extras but i’m DEAD so we’ll leave it there fdklgjsg

#╳┊: — we packin’ diamond pistols ! •「 ooc ! 」 #opuintro #watch me completely overhaul this bc it's so messy and Lame DFGJFKSDL

[tothewaterhq]

ACCEPTED // OLENA AURUM 

district 9 → escort → elizabeth debicki fc

positive traits: quirky, pliable, compassionate negative traits: frivolous, vain, naive 

tw: miscarriage

what made your character decide to become an escort? After her divorce, Olena was looking for any job that she would be qualified to do. She got married straight out of high school, and she doesn’t have any qualifications beyond her high school diploma. After seeing an issue of one of her favourite magazines detailing the lives of one of the more high profile escorts for the Games, Olena looked into becoming one herself, discovering that she didn’t need anything beyond her current level of education. She pushed herself through the training, and was assigned to Nine, all the while thinking about the escort woman on the front cover, aspiring to make it there herself one day.

bio (at least two paragraphs) tw: miscarriage

Your whole life, you’ve been an object. Your mother married young – a man twice her age, and twice her status. Your father was an affluent sponsor from a well-regarded family, head of his own company, and one of the most eligible bachelors in the Capitol. Your mother was an outsider, a woman from the Districts desperately trying to claw her way to the top of Panem’s social hierarchy. To say she succeeded would be an understatement. Your father must have known that she didn’t marry for love – but then again, neither did he. It was mutually beneficial – your mother instantly became one of the Capitol’s elite, and your father was seen with the pretty young thing on his arm.

You’re raised to stand still and look pretty. You speak only when you have something deemed worthwhile to say, and never to your parents’ friends without permission. Your parents are near strangers to you, you’re raised by a fleet of nannies and carers. Playtime is limited to a few precious minutes a day; the rest is spent learning how to walk, talk, dress, eat, and think. Your family has a reputation to uphold, and you need to be groomed into one of the pillars of the Aurum family name. They’re trying to start a legacy, and you’re the next link in the chain, even if you don’t see how they use you until much later on.

When you’re young, the galas and balls they take you to seem like an adventure. It’s not until you turn twelve that you’re even allowed to attend. Your mother takes you out shopping, finding the perfect dress – one that’ll make you look taller, thinner, more regal. You’re treated like a princess, and if the world of the Capitol socialites had a monarchy, you likely would be. You’re drinking champagne and chatting with fellow elites before you’re older than most of the tributes your parties gather to celebrate. You’re following in the footsteps of your parents, climbing the social ladder with enough charm and grace to get by, of course, you convince yourself that this life is what you want.

You don’t have a say in who you marry. It’s picked out by your parents, not that you complain too much. It’s not in your nature to complain, it’s in your nature to agree – that’s what you do best. He’s an up-and-coming tech guru, what exactly he does is of no interest to you, nor to your dear mother and father. He’s a son of some of their elite friends, known widely throughout the Capitol. You convince yourself you’ll be so happy together, wearing fancy dresses, sipping cocktails, and being admired like a beautiful piece of fine jewelry – all the while ignoring the voice in the back of your mind screaming that you were meant for something more than this.

Your wedding is beautiful. Half the Capitol is in attendance, bidding you well-wishes and gifts to start your new life together. It is one of the few fond memories you share with your husband before things turn sour. Like your parents’ marriage, this one was built out of mutual beneficence, for his family and for yours. Neither of you truly wanted this marriage, but you’re determined to at least try and make it work. When kids come into the picture, you’re thrilled. Sure, your marriage isn’t all that it could be, but you know that your husband wants children, and if you can give that to him… then maybe, just maybe, he’ll realise that you’re everything he wants in life. You fall pregnant quickly, and he’s ecstatic, he starts talking about the schools they’ll go to, the birthday parties you’ll throw, the sound of tiny pattering feet on your hardwood floors.

You cry for days when you lose the baby, and you’re reluctant to tell him for nearly a month after it happens. He’s not mad, not as you imagined he would be. He’s disappointed, dejected, but he insists that you will try again. So you try again, and again. It is only the third time you miscarry that you start to believe something might be wrong. You decide to consult a doctor, and he tells you what you fear – you’re never going to have a baby. This is enough to fracture your marriage, to send you into a spiral. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. You can’t give him children, you can’t give your parents grandchildren, everything they aspired for you to do.

Your husband starts staying out later at night. You may be gullible, but you’re not blind, and it only takes a few weeks before you realise that he’s cheating on you. A couple months more and you come to know just how much he’s cheating on you. You tell your mother, but she dismisses it. So what? She snaps, As long as the jewels keep coming, keep your pretty mouth shut. You’ve already disappointed everyone so much, you’re determined not to do it again.

You heed her advice, feigning naivety when you know better. You keep up appearances in public, but you know he will never love you. And it’s sickening. It’s the right thing to do, isn’t it? Pretend to love a man who doesn’t love you back, all for the sake of appearances? For the sake of your reputation? Of your family name, your primary income, the lifestyle your husband supports? You’re miserable, but you’ve never been one to let circumstance get you down. You play along, you go to the balls and the galas, a pretty young thing on his arm, exchanging pleasantries with those you need to, and avoiding those you don’t. You settle into a routine, so what if your husband doesn’t love you? You’ve got money, fame, power. You don’t need love, you convince yourself.

Then, a year ago, he tells you he’s leaving you. One of his mistresses is pregnant, and he claims that he loves her. She was able to give him everything you couldn’t – and you don’t know how to react. You’re stunned, and you can picture the look of disgust on your mother’s face when you tell her what’s happened. When you tell her that you signed the divorce papers without argument, if he’s going to be happy with this new woman, who are you to stop them?

Something breaks inside of you, when you move into the rundown motel on the outskirts of the Capitol. You cry for days over your failed marriage, over the life you had, the life you were meant for, according to your parents. They’re not looking out for you anymore, you’re damaged goods. Your husband never loved you, so maybe damaged is all you ever were. Suddenly, something clicks. You don’t want to be sitting around feeling sorry for yourself, you want to finally make something of yourself. You apply for the first job you can find that doesn’t require anything beyond a high school diploma – Escort for the Hunger Games. You go through the motions, the training, and you’re finally assigned to District Nine midway through the Games, after the previous escort dropped out due to unforeseen circumstances.

You haven’t spoken to your mother since you informed her of the divorce, and you don’t intend to. Not until you’ve made your way through the ranks of the Games, until you’ve made a name for yourself outside of everything she wanted for you. You want your ex-husband to see that you’re not simply damaged goods, that you’re worth something beyond him. You want the world to see that you’re not just and object. You’re Olena Aurum, and you’ve got a world to conquer.

PLAYED BY // JENNA 

#accepted #olena #hunger games rp

[ledlightsandpancakes]

Also, while I’m in a writing mood, I’m going to talk about my baby. He’s three and a half months old now. He’s absurdly, wildly, ridiculously, over-the-top cute. He is so soft and cuddly, and his skin is the best thing I have ever felt. I recognize that he is literally bio-engineered to be the cutest thing I, personally, could possibly see, but it is still so overwhelming sometimes.

There are so many years to go before we will really know him. There is not a ton to go on now, but this is what we do know:

-His eyes are blue

-He prefers to stay in motion

-He really, really, really likes watching cars

-He really, really really hates riding in cars (or anything else that prevents him from moving around).

-He is interested in words and is picking up on conversational rhythms. We work on it during the day. I narrate what I’m doing and ask him questions. He realizes it’s his turn and babbles and laughs in delight when he gets the timing right. I love thinking about how he thinks I’m just babbling at him, and that all the world is full of people just taking turns making fun sounds at one another for the hell of it, but always sticking to the back and forth rhythm.

-He cannot stand pee in his diaper. Right on, buddy.

-He’s a good eater, and while his only food is boob milk, he observes people eating with great intensity. I sometimes see him practicing chewing.

-He loves big kids, and the little girl I nanny for has his endless attention.

-He wants to look at the TV. Two more years, mon petit boo!

-He likes his one furry blanket that’s not even the nicest furry blanket and sheds everywhere but god damn it it’s his favorite

-He has a freakishly strong neck

-He would prefer to be on an endless walk

-He has a surprisingly long attention span for books

-He’s very against his parents getting any sleep. Sometimes he slips up and gives us a 6-7 hours (maybe 5 times since being born), but mostly he likes to get in as much “snuggling with mom and gently sucking away her sanity bc she never ever gets to sleep” time as possible

Heh I’m kidding on that last one. It’s nowhere near as bad as I thought it’d be. I mean, he wakes up that much, but it doesn’t bother me quite like I thought it would. Sleeping had become so hard for me anyway. It’s nice to get baby snuggles in the night, as long as he goes back down easily. 

That’s another thing: breastfeeding. Who knew it’s awesome?? I had read so much about how it goes so wrong for everyone all the time. My Mom couldn’t do it, etc. etc. Yeah, it just worked perfectly for me, and it’s awesome. Don’t get me wrong, I read EVERYTHING and even went did an extra lactation consultant visit after he was born, just to be super sure. But yeah, it’s the best and I hope everyone who has a baby gets to do it. The bonding is amazing, and then you always have an excuse to take your baby back, especially in those first few weeks when you kind of feel like everyone is just there to steal all your happy baby time. 

We are going back to our home town soon for the first time as a family, and I am dreading it. The plane ride is going to be miserable (see: Everett hates confined spaces), and I know I’m a spoiled brat for saying this, but just once I’d like to go home and not have it be a whole...production. Then again, I’m incredibly grateful the grandmas are making it possible for us to see everyone without us having to go all over the place (see: Everett hates cars). I am not a party-thrower and they are going way above and beyond. It’s just that every time we’ve gone home since we moved, our home visits are these crazy whirlwinds surrounding huge events centered around our presence. I just want to chill at our old brewery, maybe sit around the fire in Andy’s backyard, have my mom make me a sandwich...you know, normal stuff. And if I did see people, it’d be nice if it could be intimate instead of one quick interaction after another, always with the nagging sense of guilt that I’m not being/giving enough to this person who may have driven hours just to be in a room of 60 people that happens to have me in it. It’s a lot of pressure and frankly I’m paranoid people will start to think I'm the one who thinks we are worth the fuss (see: we aren’t).

I guess my point is I wish I could have the time to go back and see everyone I want to see, take our time, have some real conversations, let people get to really meet Everett. But it’s absolutely my fault that our moms have to go through all this to make sure people get to see us: I can’t stand leaving Portland for more than a few days when the tradeoff is Chicago. It just feels like the opposite of a vacation, but we have to use vacation days and spend a ton of money to get there. So on the one hand, I need to go more regularly/for longer periods of time to make each time suck less. On the other hand, that’s expensive and who has that kind of vacation time and also FUCK THAT why would I want to deal with all that when I live in the best place on Earth? 

Anyway. I’ve been rambling long enough. Everett is awesome. Parenting is great. And I don’t say that to be braggy or something, that’s literally me just trying to share my truth and make sure that once in a while, people get to hear a positive narrative. We are out here, I swear. 

I’ll try to update more often...

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switched at birth season 5 episode 7 / Episode 100 thoughts with spoilers

live reactions included.

Overall, worth watching. Sweet.

Before I start, I’ve seen enough previews already. What is with this girl? What are her intentions? And something lied in the process so that Angelo is permanently dead, because something supernatural cannot happen in this show, besides the flawless lipreading. Why did the switchsters and regina ever get their hopes up. Regina didn’t want any part of it.

And now with this preview, this girl never mentioned Angelo’s name. Daphne jumped to this conclusion, and this girl knew, “looked you up a while ago.” But what is there to gain from this? Daphne’s medical career has been endangered more than once. She almost got arrested. She almost became an addict, and she almost had two of her closest friends die.

Angelo is here without a question, Bay doesn’t question it but Daphne does. Even though Daphne talked to this girl first.

And now Regina doesn’t question it! This is a daydream isn’t it. And this is what definitely what Angelo would have done if that accident never happened. He would have continued his restaurant and cooking career, bonding with Daphne over it just like the night before Regina almost shot her own daughter.

We are all Daphne now. Confused as FUCK. Carlton Kennish is still a thing and Angelo is seemingly real to Daphne and Regina. No amount of previews can make up for our confusion. Of course Gilles would be here, he announced it himself in multiple previews and on instagram, much like every other actor/actress did in their own clips. But...Angelo...what the FUCK.

So Daphne just assimilates into this mental consensus that Angelo is real, because...no choice.

Officially, the entire Kennish and Vasquez family accept that Angelo is real and seamless, all conversing with him.

Angelo’s cute italian. ;v;

“I just wish you were here.”

Fuckin CALLED IT.

Why must Daphne be the traumatized one in bed? She is already gone through this before. “This is all your fault.”

And you two are gonna have sex huh. The coat worries me after Mom did that trick.

Yeahp.

How is Bay supposed to read that sign without a mirror on the ceiling.

Is this your first time having sex after you got raped? After talking with tank himself?

“Better than Emmett?” HOW FUCKING INSECURE ABOUT YOURSELF ARE YOU, TRAVIS?

“How could you ask me that?!” Yeah, fucking hell.

Also, what even led you to having sex in the first place? Were you just super horny, Bay? Like everyone who gets into a relationship is?

“Let me run it by the wife.” THE wife. pfffffff.

“To thank us?” For....what???

“God, this is strange, isn’t it?” You just made this more awkward. I already don’t like you.

“Feels kinda like a blind date.” And in this situation, we’re both dating our dad.

Okay, so they were the ones who did the donation. But did Angelo ever consent to be an organ donor? It’s the law! Or have you two broken it enough already to not care. Or was it a ruling by the majority of the remaining family? Or was it just...fuck it.

34 people? Blood saves 3 per pint. 10 pints per average person is 30 people. But that can’t be perfectly 10. 30 for blood and 4 for organs. Blood is technically an organ, but even with this, if some were more split toward blood and more than 4 organs, I still do not believe this number, but that’s just me.

Okay, she mentioned his FULL NAME. But she never directly mentioned that she got angelo’s heart. She only confirmed that she got a heart form a man who died in a car accident the same day that angelo died in a car accident.

Why am I not believing her to be Angelo’s heart’s receiver? Not only because of spoilers, but because nothing THAT GOOD can ever happen to anyone on this show. And besides the supernatural lipreading, nothing super cool or supernatural can ever happen in this show, which is supposed to be based on reality and how the deaf and hearing people interact in an audio centric world, with a side show for a race issue and for some questioning of sexuality.

I wonder if she is just telling a story of her dead parent to have bay and daphne bond with her. Her face isn’t helping. Or I just can’t read it.

“Never take anything for granted.” I still don’t believe you.

You JUST got a new heart and you already pushing it to its limits with all these crazy activities sounds horrifying to me. There’s the syncing of a new pacemaker. Or is she just not mentioning the physical therapy and getting used to things because it’s boring to hear.

New...cravings, for everything Angelo used to like. Memories are all stored in the brain. Which died permanently.

A tattoo over your chest scar. Sure your ribcage will protect you. But it’s still sensitive skin. Or artificial skin which isn’t as tough. But...really?

Daphne raises her brow because this girl already knows Regina. Or just knows the name. She did “look her up” but how much?

Daphne is as unsure as I am. But we’re thinking about different things.

“Of turning him into a christian.” Baptism does not turn you into a christian. It just makes you, in a way, live according to not your will. They just do this to babies so that they can live “the right way”. Being assimilated into a religion is of the individual’s own volition. Which Carlton doesn’t have yet!

Lily is jewish. And then there’s this christian talk. And then toby said because of the mixed wedding we can just throw it out the window? “Carlton can be both.” What.

I understand Lily. Baptism is really much deeper than appearances. Toby wants to please his mom more than his wife. And why is Toby on board with this? Nicole being religious overseas is what caused his first marriage to fall apart. And the weird question of only coming to God for something you need when Angelo died.

“I just didn’t want to impose my religion on you.” Why can’t you do the same, Toby?

Good thing you realized this.

Cellular memory. If memory is in the DNA (which i doubt, since it only contains stuff AT BIRTH, not later) and that has spread to this girl, that would make them believe in it. “Science is amazing” after all.

Cells containing a full set of genetic material is basic bio and cell construction. It’s in the nucleolus. As string, not chromosomes joined at the centromere. Why does cellular memory theory contain a fact all biologists know?

Inheriting DNA. After the commotion of whether the body would reject it or not, it would fit like a puzzle. But wouldn’t all those cells be dead, besides the ones that are holding up the structure of the organ? It makes sense to have those structure cells contain Angelo info, but the cell is specialized to just hold up the heart’s structure. If anything, this girl’s info would sort of hide Angelo info much like a dominant over a recessive gene, not slowly turn her into Angelo, which is what everyone is starting to believe right now!

Regina is so over this conversation. She wants to get way past him and Daphne wants to dive into the past again after that commotion with Iris and the BSU because...reasons and this girl coming up to her and just leading her into making a huge inductive leap. Regina is already over Angelo...wasn’t this made clear earlier when she wanted to adopt this Skylanders fanatic?

And Regina has completely solid reasoning.

“But those people have a piece of him inside of them.” Sigh. Doesn’t mean they ARE him. Why not track down EVERYONE who received a smidge of Angelo, try to combine them all together much like a human transmutation! This isn’t Inuyasha and Angelo is not the jewel!

Bay’s text message suddenly has incoming messages on the right, while her previous text conversation with Emmett was on the left.

“Forgive me yet?” why not just send a dick pic and ask her if she misses it.

Okay, she’s cute. But I don’t trust her with this.

“You wanna see?” Just turn this into a porno.

“You wanna feel it?” If you’re this frank why not make out with her on the spot? Worked for Travis.

And this does not contain a heartbeat sfx.

“That’s your dad’s heart.” Okay, you admitted it. But I’m sure this isn’t true one way or another.

Also, the heart is not directly dead center.

Also, you wouldn’t be able to feel it. You would have to use your whole palm and press gently. Not just a few fingers.

Now Bay brings up the question of fragile skin. NOW she does?!

After Bay tattoos a gang sign and does a coverup on the spot for free, she offers a job on a tattoo that may need repeating for free. How are you ever going to get that $300 to stay here?

“My car.” She is just...too casual about all this. What if you were making it up as she went along? She wasn’t making eye contact whenever she exposed some of her story.

“I know all the good parts to park so I don’t get busted or bothered.” Okay. you claim to not have cash. but this is your 3rd different outfit. Do you keep a closet in your car, and is all your money going toward tuition and gas? And this is a gangster neighborhood. Where is safe??

“You could stay with me and daphne!” Where do you have room?? Daphne and bay live together so only Regina is in the guest house and doesn’t want to meet her, which bay doesn’t know about. And not to mention toby, lily, and carlton. You are overloaded.

The way bay is talking leads me into thinking she is more bisexual than I thought, after Zarya.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARLEE <3

Please get along just for today.

Okay thanks Travis.

Instantly bonding and the random conversation we hear is about...a guy. Ugh.

You went to prom with a high school kid over a van. really.

And it worked..

Traveling again right after you were just about settled after that China trip and timeskip.

To meet his family...really...

And knowing someone who just happens to know cheap flights. Too convenient.

So she’s staying at Daphne and bay’s place. And Daphne is not happy.

Yeah, you should have asked her first. It’s Daphne’s place too.

“She has angelo’s heart. That practically makes her family.” Why not be-family the rest of those 34 people then?

Okay, good job telling her what you were slamming your hands about. But Regina said she didn’t want to meet any of them altogether.

Daphne’s face.

Baptism is not foreign to lily, you ass. She knows what it is, she just doesn’t want it! And of course, as Mom said, “men always think they have a good reason to lie.”

you’re only liking baptism as an obligation because of tradition. not because of your beliefs. which is what lily didn’t like as someone who was jewish. come on.

I don’t trust this show’s representation of religion as much as I don’t trust its representation of deaf people.

WOW, YOU MET HER ALREADY

Daphne said it, she didn’t.

She wanted to see Daphne but then ran into Regina and stuck with her instead? Since you share names with the robot from the 100 I don’t trust you.

And why are you running away from Daphne, Regina? Daphne did nothing wrong. Just tell you.

“I just hope from now on she respects our wishes” she already violated all of them by meeting you. what other wishes?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY. <3 THANK YOU, EMMETT.

This tension is weird. And the first thing you bring up is who you two can’t be friends over: Bay. I take that back, Emmett, I still don’t like you.

What is YOUR problem, Travis, bringing up Emmett post “best sex ever”? You two need to shut up.

Sigh. Of course you can’t shut up for her birthday.

And yes, Emmett is right about Travis being a control freak. He was making SURE he was better than Emmett in Bay’s mind. And Travis was right about Bay making that decision on her own, because she KNEW that Travis would blow up around anything Emmett.

Really? In front of Marlee, you say that Travis stole her? What??

Um, yeah, you had an idea “I can’t believe we flew back home just for a misunderstanding.” travis.

But just give Marlee a break, please...

Even if Emmett is in that bad of a place, that just proves it. He DID do that tattoo thing to get back with her.

“For all we know she doesn’t even HAVE Angelo’s heart.” I am on board with this.

Reasonable to read about you, since Mom’s book is a bestseller, just like her erotic baseball novel.

Bay. Come on. And Daphne is being like Mom right now, back when the switch was realized. Regina and Daphne were complete strangers and now they’re living together.

“Because when I’m around her, I feel connected to Angelo.” Sigh. You haven’t even talked about anything that is of angelo! We walked in on you talking about some van for prom deal!

“Why don’t you?” Because...Daphne hasn’t spent that much time with her, that’s why. And we do not know enough about her.

Daphne has a good reason to believe that maybe she could be a fake, but why would she want to play them?

Regina, in this deep stage of everyone’s lives right now, isn’t this reassuring? The thought of your loved ones (angelo) watching over you?

“I think when we’re done, we’re done.” Tell that to Bemmett.

Good convo after that racist outfit thing, Regina. You’re good to talk to about these things respectively.

Daphne’s logical to make sure about this, but breaching confidentiality. After vandalism.

Okay, she is...or is she?

“You might want to do some digging into her background.” Don’t. We. All.

In my opinion, we are all in sinful bodies anyway, since it is made from the naturally anti-god earth. Nothing can erase us completely except for god’s righteousness. Which doesn’t come from baptism. But I’m not going to put it out there if any tumblr people want to chat with me about ideology.

And we are already under god’s mercy for being allowed to exist. John 3:16. Sure we have all sinned and fallen short of the glory of god (romans 3:23) but we are redeemed now.

Okay, just because you have a more “official” person doing it doesn’t make her feel any better. You have to have one of those “baptism sessions” to get her to understand it. Not necessarily convert her, but I think a more indepth discussion than with someone unsure about religion and a reverend would be better to explain this.

So Lily said she is raising him jewish, but toby wants to follow mom, even though toby said that he and lily said carlton will be anything he wants and not to raise him as anything, so....what. And why am I caring about this again?

Now she is asking about the accident. And this would only give her more cover as “standing in” for angelo because of knowing this pivotal moment. She is definitely covering herself. I don’t trust her one bit, at all.

HA! FUCKING KNEW YOU WERE LYING ABOUT SOMETHING!

HAHAHAHAHA KEEP EXPOSING HER DAPHNE! KEEP GOING!

“you don’t know anything about me!” she knows enough for you to confirm out of your dirty mouth everything daphne just said. shut up.

“Did you lie about everything?” I’m expecting a yes.

“What do you want me to say.” Yeah. Fucking knew it.

And this is Bay’s fault for making that mental connection. She just drove her into making that same inductive leap. Daphne just leapt over back again with that digging.

And bay, since this is a lie, that 3rd time never happened.

“I said what you wanted to hear.” Yeah. That’s enough for me.

I know 0 shit about jewish stuff so I’m gonna shut up about that. But settle on Carlton’s identity already!

And now you bring down syndrome up again. I thought you didn’t care about that, that you’ll be okay with him no matter what!

Daphne’s different from Toby in “lots of other ways” and you connected with her just. fine. Ex. wilke. sorta.

A vision of Angelo again.

“Everyone deserves a second chance.” Vision-Angelo, both of bay’s datemates screwed up all their chances.

“I’m grateful I got one with you.” </3

Hey, Ripley. Good to see you.

Emmett. Why can’t you talk with daphne then? You’re talking as if she doesn’t exist.

You at that spot doesn’t make you any more deserving.

Bay can’t handle to go to that spot and now she’s there.

Uh, yeah, you were lying about SOME PARTS. That still doesn’t excuse it.

You know I am actually preferring a lesbian kiss right now. This conversation is awkward.

Thank you for finally loosening up, Travis.

And Emmett is taking pictures of another tattoo application. Hopefully they’re better because he’s actually there focusing and stuff.

“She has angelo’s DNA” “That doesn’t mean anything.” FINALLY

“Then let her family celebrate.” Regina is so against this. From the start. Stop. Trying. To. Convert.

“What if I see her and I don’t feel anything?” Well you didn’t feel anything the first time, so...

“Mom. This is my family now.” And this is the current age, where religion is not that huge anymore. Don’t try to start another Luther vs Calvin.

Cultural awareness is good.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME

Coincidence, but ;v;

And they see him at the same time. Nice effect.

“I feel him. I feel his heart.” How can you tell, but ;w;

Okay, now that you have cleared yourself, I trust you now. For now.

Nice mystery around this girl Alie. Not as pleasing as the seal of approval one, but this was beautiful.

#switched at birth #switched at birth spoilers #whiteOnslaught rambles