#and my parents reconnected when i was really young

[jewishbarbies]

Hey, I have read one of your recent posts about Oscar Isaac, and I wanted to ask about the acceptance of someone who's Jewish only on their father's side. Is it that crucial?

I'm asking because my partner is Jewish, while I'm not, but we both really want our future kids to carry the Jewish culture too. Do you think they will be excluded from the community or there can be some problems like that?

I think it generally depends on the denomination and community itself. If you raise your children jewish and you're apart of the community, i think they'll be considered jewish. either way, a lot of people will consider them jewish, but some denominations won't which is why it depends. ethnically, they will always be jewish. a jew is a jew is a jew. being considered religiously jewish has its own set of rules depending on the kind of judaism you'd like to practice. i'm not super knowledgeable on a lot of technicalities, so take this with a grain of salt, but it really all just depends.

#Asks #anonymoose #jumblr #if someone else can explain/answer better pls do #also i think it really helps being raised in the culture and community #by at least one jewish parent #oscar issac was not #he allegedly has 'distant' ancestry #whereas say i have a jewish mother grandmother and great grandmother #and my parents reconnected when i was really young #being far from your jewish ancestor on the family tree #and never being apart of the culture/religion #and not identifying as jewish #means the vast majority will not consider you jewish #oscar isaac is very much a 'special' case in that sense #people who are more connected like your jewish partner having kids #and raising them jewish #is much more simple and accepted #i don't think there's much to worry about

[bunplushyy]

Cabin In the Woods

Parings: Dark!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ Non-con, Knife play, cutting, blood (just a little bit), pet names (bunny, baby doll, sweetheart, angel), body betrayal, fingering, cunnilingus, hair pulling, daddy kink, chasing, obsessive, stalking, pervy nat, if I'm missing things let me know :)

a/n: hi!!! this is my very first fic, and I really would appreciate it if you left some type of feedback :))) I was really nervous to post this, considering I haven't written a fic in years, but I got bored one day, and here it is!! I hope you guys enjoy it, and maybe I'll turn this fic into an actual AU

Word count: 4.5k

After your long semester and treacherous finals and projects you had to finish, you decided that you wanted to go to an Air BNB to relax and take time off from the real world. You always liked the woods; it was calming, and you and your parents always went on camping trips when you were younger. Getting older, you found escaping to the woods after a long, hard time and reconnecting with nature was very rehabilitating. So, seeing this offer, you decided to pack your bags and go out for a week. 

There was a slight knock on the door. You assumed it might have been Wanda, the lady who let you stay in her lovely cabin. "Hello? Anyone home?" The knocking continued till you got up and answered the door. 

"Oh..thank god someone answered!" A woman who didn't look like Wanda from the pictures in the cabin stood there. She wore a simple tank top with ripped jeans and black boots to finish the look. She had deep red hair that was messily tied up in a bun. She looked like she had a backpack with a camera around her neck; she must have been a hiker. 

"A-are you okay? It's pretty late out.. are you hurt?" Seeing someone out this late was very strange. When you would go out, it was close to sundown, but you always made it back in time before the sun fully set. 

The woman let out a nervous laugh, "I'm fine, I'm not hurt or anything, but um," she trailed off, clutching her camera in her hands.".. Fuck this is so embarrassing..but I'm uh, pretty lost.." her voice trailed off before she decided to muster up the courage to look at you. 

"Listen, I know... I know. I was trying to get some pictures of the area, and the lookout points weren't doing them justice, so I kind of.. Went off the trail. I mean, I did get a few good photos in the process!" she let out a deep sigh, catching the concerned look on your face." sorry, Besides the point. Can you possibly point me in the right direction of the trail?"

 "Well...I haven't been here for a while, but I can help you." You peeked your head outside past her and recollected your memory of the path you would take when you went on your walks before speaking again.

"got it.. Back up the hill, stay to the right of the river.." She smirked, "And there isn't any chance of you walking back with me?" You didn't know the lady, but the kindness in you wanted to go with her to make sure she got back safe, but how would you get back in the dark?

"I'm kidding! Of course not... It's getting dark for a young girl like you to be out this late anyways.." she grabbed onto the straps of her backpack, sighing, "Well... Thank you! I'm sorry for barging into your peaceful weekend; maybe I'll see you and whoever you are here with hiking tomorrow?" You gave a shy nod and told the woman goodnight before closing the door and going to bed. 

The next day, you spent the whole morning and afternoon cooking breakfast and sitting by the river writing in your journal. Since the river was so close to your cabin, you decided it would be nice to hang out there before returning. The weather was nice; some birds were chirping in the distance, the water was calm, and there weren't many people around. 

The sun started to set, so you decided it was time for your walk. It was pretty late; the sun had almost entirely set, but you figured no one would be around, and you wouldn't travel far from the cabin; you went on your journey. The woods at night were more serene; the stars you never get to see because of the city lights lit up your path along with the moon; the woodland creatures were more than likely asleep at night, so the bunnies, deer, and birds you saw while you were at the river were long gone. 

It wasn't before long you heard a crack deep in the forest that made you jump, assuming you were alone. "Oh, it's you!" you heard a familiar voice say before turning towards it. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to sneak up on you... I mean, it's not hard to spook someone when they are hiking at night." the woman let out a deep laugh before you glared at her for scaring you. 

"Well, I was going on my daily walk... I lost track of time and…what are you doing out here??" You folded your arms, waiting for her reply. "What am I doing out here? More photography..now that I know my way back, I won't get lost if I decide to go out and take some shots of the moon or... Other things.." she leaned against the tree before smiling again, "So, did you get any of your friends to come hiking with you?" You started to look down, but her laugh and deeper voice took you out of your thoughts. 

"Oh… don't tell me you came to that cabin alone... What is a young girl like you doing by herself in a cabin in the woods?"

"I just wanted to take some time off after my semester in school; I assumed no one comes out here, so-" The woman stood up straight; it wasn't until now that you noticed that she was a lot taller and more muscular-looking than you. She had defined muscles along with her shirt, showing off her toned abs. 

"Oh, you are a lot braver than me; I mean, your not worried something happened to you while you were out here; I get it it's pretty remote out here... But Shit can happen, right?"

"Yea… I guess you are right; I just assumed because, on the listing, the lady said people don't come around the area as much, so it would be quiet and peaceful… "You brushed off that she was standing slightly close to you, and you backed away a bit. "Anyways, where's your camera? I'd love to see some of your pictures if you don't mind.." giving her a soft, warm smile, you leaned against the tree. 

"Oh, it's here! I know it doesn't look like much. But I've gotten some really.. Really good photos so far. It takes great close-up shots...We could go back to your cabin and get you out of the dark, and I can show them to you. Only if you want.." she licked her lips before leaning over you against the tree.

"I didn't say this earlier, but you are very pretty. I mean, I could take your pictures too if you want.." The woman's deep voice rattled through your head, and the prominent shyness started to creep up on your face because of how close you were. "Come on! Why do you look so nervous all of a sudden? I mean, you know I've taken photos of you already... what's a few more?"

"You…what?" Your smile quickly turned into a frown, and hearing her laugh only made you feel worse, "It's not like you can stop me, pretty girl.." there was darkness in her eyes that made your body feel cold. You tried too hard to get from her, proving extremely hard because she trapped you between her and the tree. But you managed to get out of the way and make a run for it. 

"You know you only make it worse if you run!!" You paid her no mind instead, running as far as you could. You couldn't run to your cabin because she knew exactly where it was. Maybe the service road could be some help? 

You heard heavy footsteps come after you, but you were determined to get out of the woods. Your breath was ragged, and your running started to slow down; you assumed that you would be more fit to run long distances, but your daily pilates proved you wrong. 

It wasn't long until your arm got pulled, and your body got pressed against the ground. "You can only run so far, bunny.." her breath beating down your neck as you tried to catch yours. 

"Haha... I got you~ awe, bunny, look at those pretty wide eyes, you struggling to catch your breath. I told you there was no use to running; you should have listened to me, darling." she moved a piece of hair behind your ear, now straddling your back, "What really was the plan here? You came out to stay at a cabin alone, you answered the door for a stranger and went out a night completely defenseless. If I didn't know any better, it was like you wanted someone to." She stopped and laughed. She saw the tears roll down your face onto the forest floor. 

"Well... I don't want to spoil the surprise I have planned for you…" she smiled, taking her thumb and wiping your falling tears before she ran that same thumb across her tongue, letting out a guttural moan. 

You just knew you were dead; you watched way too many true crime videos to see what happens to people who are in your situation. You felt her start to bite and kiss the side of your neck, starting to leave a bruise on it, making you whimper in the process. 

"Was that a whimper? What a sweet little bunny..! Do it again.." she returned to a different spot, moaning on your neck, marking you as hers. "I feel you shaking, sweetheart, don't be scared... I'm going to make you feel good.." You started to kick at her, trying to free yourself yet again. 

"Hey.. hey... I can hold you down with one hand and choke you with the other. Do you want me to fuck your pathetic little body on the ground like the little slut you are," she growled in your ear, sending shivers down your body, "or are you going to come back to the cabin with me, like a good little bunny?" she nipped at your ear earning a small yelp from you, "ill.. Come back w-with you please.." you managed to squeak out. 

"Good girl, now come on.." she slowly got off you, still holding onto your arms. "I don't think I need to tell you; what would happen if you try to run again, do I?" You started to get a bit antsy, tears spilling down your face before you heard a flick of a knife that was swiftly held up to your throat. 

"Ah ah ah... Now you are all quiet, aren't you?.. I'm astonished you seemed like a very smart girl; you fell for the lost little hiker act... Such a gullible little bunny.." she chuckled before pushing you to walk. Not before long, you both showed up to the cabin. The knife is still at your neck. Your arms locked tightly in her other hand. 

"Open the door.." your shaky hands unlocked the door, letting you inside. She led you both to a couch in the middle of the room before she sat on it, grabbing your hair and pulling you towards her, making you cry out. "You have such pretty soft hair, bunny.." she let go of it, grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a kiss, instantly dominating your mouth. 

She bit your lip, making you whimper in her lap, making her pull away, now sadistically smiling at you. "Mmm, you like it when I bite your lip, hm? I felt that shiver, sweet girl.. "she let out a deep breath "fuck, I couldn't help myself after seeing you hiking from that lookout point. Your gorgeous ass and thighs in those leggings, your cute little face when you got tried...I got myself off before I got up to where I was. I snapped photo after photo of you while you played in the river and when you went out to journal in your pajamas every morning. But I knew pictures weren't enough, no... I had to have you. I had to be the one that makes you tired, to make you whimper and moan for me. I need to see you... All of you, bunny. Let's get you out of these, hm?" you felt the coldness of her sharp knife press against you, cutting your shirt off along with your sports bra. 

She moaned when she saw your breasts pop out of your bra before dropping the knife and taking them in her hands, teasing you, smiling when you started trembling in her lap. 

"I know you are excited, darling... I am, too.." she ran her palms up your stomach before wrapping them around your neck.

"N-no, please.." she tilted her head before frowning at you, "No? Did you just say no.. to me?" her voice became monotone. She looked like she wasn't happy. 

"Look at me." you didn't. You were too busy in your mind, assuming the worst was about to happen to you until you felt a sharp sting across your cheek. "I said. Look. At. Me." she gritted through her teeth. "You're going to listen to me, bunny? I'm going to get these leggings off, then you're going to go up to that bedroom of yours and lay back on your bed... Do you understand me?" you looked down at the knife in her hand that was dangerously close to your chest. "Look at me. Look at me in the eyes, not the knife, baby.." your eyes slowly met hers. "Good girl.." 

Tears started to pool up again, making her give you a fake pout, "Baby doll, you do not have to cry.. I'm going to make you feel so good. And you're going to make me feel good, too.." you started to sniffle and chose not to say anything else. 

"Now, we are going to walk... And you're going to feel this knife pressed against your throat. If you do anything stupid, you will be sliced open..is that clear?" you nodded, whimpering.

"Say yes, Daddy.." you heard the smile in her voice when she said that. 

"Y-yes, Daddy.." she let out a satisfied hum, "there we go.." You both made your way up to the bedroom, lying on the bed as you were told. "Just like that... Good little bunny!!" smiled, pulling out her camera, "Let me just... capture this moment.." she started taking pictures of you pouting when you began to cry again. "Baby, don't cry! I need you to smile! Let's see that pretty smile, okay?" 

After a few more pictures, she removed her bag, set the camera on the nightstand, and walked over to you. "Hmm, can you do one last thing for me, bunny?.. Give me your wrist." she took your wrist, chaining them to the bed. 

"You can pull off them now, but it won't matter.." she giggled. 

"W-why..?"

She chuckled, "Aren't you the curious bunny.." she smiled, getting close to your face. "Because baby, I'm going to fuck you so good you aren't going to want to go anywhere..not... That'd let you anyway. Now.. open your mouth." 

You looked at her, opening your mouth before she squeezed your face, making you stick your tongue out before spitting on it. "Aht aht.. Don't swallow it, doll. Keep your tongue out nice and pretty for me.." she started to take off her clothes, and you watched as she did, seeing all the scratches you had left from trying to fight back. "seems like you put up a small fight.." she climbed over you, giving you a complete view of her glistening pussy. Seeing how wet she was from this whole interaction didn't even compare to how much you were dripping on the bed. But you were scared shitless. Your body felt otherwise. 

She lowered herself on your face, grabbing your hair and making you moan against her. "Come on, sweetheart, you're going to eat Daddy out, okay? Clean up the mess you've made of me." you absentmindedly started to lap at her clit, earning her deep moans and her pulling your hair even more.

"Mm yea.. Use your pretty little tongue... Fuck.." her head was thrown back, her toned stomach was all you could see. You, too, caught up in her sounds, and she tasted didn't even notice when she reached back and started rubbing your puffy little cunt through your panties with her fingers making you moan against her, sending vibrations thorough out her body.

"Mm, don't stop licking, keep fucking going. Holy Shit… being such an obedient little slut.." she gasped when she felt your wetness seep through your panties. "Such a dirty little girl turned on by getting used like the whore you are. Letting a fucking stranger use your mouth to get off." her breathing got ragged as you got faster and more sloppy with your licks and sucks, making her cum all over your face. 

"Ah ha.. don't you look pretty angel.. Covered in my cum and your drool…I need another picture.." she grabbed the camera off the nightstand again, snapping some pictures. 

"You want to taste yourself, doll?" she moved her fingers up to your mouth, plunging them down your throat, making you gag a bit. "Taste good, doesn't it? I have to get a taste for myself later, but since you've been a good bunny for me, it's time for your reward.

You thought it was your chance to do something. You started squirming, and it made her a tiny bit upset. "Do you think squirming is going to do anything? You can't get away from me… did you forget I have a knife? I don't want to use it on you, but I will if you keep struggling. You're such a pretty girl... My pretty girl and I would hate to mess you up... Let me cut this underwear off, and then I'll put the knife up…" She flicked it open again, causing you to buck your hips as she got close to cutting them off, making her knick your thigh in the process. "See..this happens when you don't listen to daddy.." 

"No- no, please... Stop, please!" your tears started to come back; she shushed you, licking the blood off the knife before straddling your waist. "You can say no all you want, bunny, but it's happening no matter what.." she cut them off, exposing you to the cold air of the cabin, your scent making her moan.

"Look at you, bunny.. you're dripping down to your ass," she ran her softly up your slit before licking it clean, letting out a satisfied moan. You jerked your hips at her noises, making her giggle. "Oh.. you jerked pretty hard there... Does it feel good? I've barely even touched you.."

She got off your waist, looking down over you, "If I were to just... push my fingers into you now, they would slide in so easily. But I'll be nice... Just circle warm you up a bit."

"No! Stop it, please.." you cried out. Your voice was almost gone, and you watched as she rolled her eyes. 

"Here we go again with the no… you're being so stubborn. I think it would just be better for the both of us if I just.." she took your now ripped panties and shoved them into your mouth.

"Shut. You. Up. There.." she had a satisfied smile on her face. "Oh, don't look so terrified... It wasn't like you were going to wear those panties again anyway... Now where was I… right." she smiled, continuing to circle your clit, moaning before sticking two fingers in you and making you scream. 

"Aww, look at you taking two fingers like a good girl; you usually can only fit one in. You brought that new toy with you on your trip but couldn't even fit that. And look at you now, being a big girl, taking two of my fingers so easily." She really has been watching you this whole time. You were sure you closed the curtains... Maybe she had heard you mumbling to yourself about it...

The room was full of sounds from your aching cunt, her deep moans from seeing your pussy grip her fingers, and your cries of pain that soon turned into pleasures. She started to use her thumb to rub your clit. 

"What if I was to add another finger..oh.. Was that a moan, bunny?" she bit her lip before laughing, "Let me hear it again.." she started to move her thumb faster, making you arch your back before pushing down on your stomach and fingering you harder. 

"Oh, I think you're getting closer for me, baby; we can stop, though, for a second.." she pulled her fingers out of you, making you whimper and clinch around nothing, missing her fingers being inside of you. She started to laugh, seeing your face begin to tear up again. 

"Look at you... It's pathetic! First telling me no and now wanting me to finish you off... You're so adorable, bunny.." she went in her bag and got something to put on. When she came back, she had a strap without the toy. She started to look at your bags before taking the brand-new toy you brought and attaching it to it. "It's so cute that you picked out this one... This might be a little too big for you, don't you think?" she was right; you had picked out a toy that was way too big for you. You ultimately chose it because of its appearance; it was a clear and pink silicone toy with little hearts in it. You didn't read the size when you ordered it and ordered a 9-inch. 

"Don't worry, bunny, ill make it fit.." she lined herself up with your entrance rubbing the tip up and down your slick-covered cunt. "You make me so fucking wet bunny... The way you took my pussy in your mouth like a good slut. You were such a good girl, making me feel so good. But now it's my turn to make you feel even better." she slowly pushed herself in, making you moan out, her holding your hips still as you took almost half the cock in you. 

"Mm, look at that.. God, I wish you could see how good your cunt looks stretched around this toy.." She started to rub your clit again, pushing more and more into you before you felt her bottom out into you. "That's a good girl!! See, I knew you could do it.." she started slowly but started to pound you when she felt you loosen up a little bit. Your back was arched as she held your hips, mumbling dirty names in your ear as she fucked you senseless.

"Doesn't it feel good, bunny?" your face was puffy from all the tears you were letting out as she started to kiss them away. She mumbled into your neck, "I know, I know… it's so hard to go slow when you're making cute noises like these. I want you to scream for me... But there is always tomorrow for that angel; you are all mine. I don't have to rush; you didn't think this was the last time we'd do this, did you?" your heart sank as tears rose in your eyes. 

 You whimpered about how the owner of the house would be looking for you, but nothing came out except muffled sounds in between her thrusts. She chuckled and looked down at you.

"Honey, no one is going to look for you. Your mine for the next few days... Maybe even longer. Fuck! You feel so fucking good. I don't think I'll ever let you go.." you were trying your best to stifle your moans, not trying to be loud to let her know you were slightly enjoying her movements. She stroked your face with her hand before cupping your face.

"It's so cute watching you try to be quiet; you can let go for me, bunny... No one is going to hear you. It's okay.." her breath was ragged again, and her thrust became sloppier.

"You're doing so good for me, sweetheart. Sweetheart, let me help you.." she reached into the side table drawer and pulled out a small vibrator, widening your eyes. 'How did she know that was there?' you thought. But you were completely snapped out of it before she unchained one of your hands and put the vibrator in your hand before guiding it to your clit. 

"Oh fuck!! Your clinching so hard around my cock, bunny… I want you to come for me, doll.." she slapped your face, "aht aht I want to see your pretty little eyes, come on now look at me while you cum, come on be a good girl for me.." the tears pricked at your eyes, but they seemed only to egg her on. 

"Mm, does it feel good, angel? Me pounding you with your toy while you have a little vibrator on your clit?" her moans got louder, and so did yours. It wasn't until she removed your hand with the vibrator from your clit you let out the most pornographic moan, squirting on her and the bed as she pulled out of you. 

Your body was spazzing as she unchained you pulling you into her lap and holding you as you came down from your high. She reached over to grab a water bottle from her bag and gave it to you, making you drink it as she smiled down at you. There was a faint buzz from the other nightstand as you tried to catch your breath; the woman reached over to get what seemed to be your phone. She let out a small chuckle before moving the strand of hair out of your face and showing you your phone. 

"Look, bunny, the owner said you don't have to worry about the payment... She said she'd be home shortly... Though I don't think the cameras did you justice, she'd want to see you for herself.." She sat the phone down before laying you back down on the bed. 

"But let's get you cleaned up first. I want my wife to see how adorable you are when you aren't covered in sweat and cum.. Maybe you can show her the pictures when she comes. How does that sound?" 

And with that, she went to run the bath. You weren't going anywhere anytime soon, not that your legs worked anyway. She carried you to the bathtub, settling you in before going downstairs. It wasn't until long before you heard the words, "Oh Nat, she's perfect... Our perfect bunny."

#Luna's fics⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ #Natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha fic #dom!nat #marvel #mcu #natsha romanoff x female reader #marvel fanfiction

[tarjapearce]

Idk if it was mentioned (I'm still working my way through all the soccer family stuffs) but is Mama Hispanic? Or did she learn Spanish?

Sure it's not that important to some people, but I'm curious to know what you had in mind when writing her, cause I'm obsessed and wanna know all the background info on all your things

First of all, lemme welcome you to this madness hehe ❤️.

And she learned Spanish, thanks to Miguel mostly.

She's this lovely latin-american woman that moved to Nueva York when a kid but didn't grow up with the language. Her parents were too concerned with her learning a new language than anything else that they forgot to keep encouraging the spanish.

It served it's purpose but it was hard for her being one of those kid that was part latino but didn't know any spanish. Bully ensured, but she was feisty. (Resulting in her being in trouble a couple of times because she got fed up with their shit.)

When she meets Miguel, we see her boasting up spanish cause she just reconnected with her mother tongue. (Thanks to her elder aunt Isa), however it was one of those things that come and go if you don't practice them enough.

Miguel had sooo much patience with her once they get married, it was hard and kinda frustrating to make progress only to be regressing with little things. But It was the perfect chance for Miguel to say the filthiest things right into her face and she would just look at him with a loving and curious look, thinking he was being poetic and in love.

But after years, and some extra lessons and a gorgeous half Mexican man as her personal tutor, nothing escapes from her.

Sometimes it gets under Miguel's skin cause she has such a potty mouth when angry. (It arouses and scares him)

The only one in her generation that ran away from home (More like forced to leave) when she was 17, worked her way through college, got a decent looking job until she started to get underpaid and the load work was the same if not worse. She meets Miguel at the age of 21. (He was 25 that time), only to become a mother two years later.

Her family criticized her for getting married so young, but look at her now ~

Happy, a spoiled housewife, a marriage of 13 and a half years and three lovely kids with a beautiful and dreamy husband that would do anything for her.

And her character is born out of the need to see more Latina women in Miguel’s fics :') There was soo little content about it. So I took matters in my own hands. Even though she is mixed, I wanted to make her a relatable character for everyone that has came across this AU. (Be it either family issues, growing up without the mother tongue, finding independence really young, toxic and unhinged family, going to therapy to heal, and other emotional thingies that are often overlooked ~)

So even if you aren't a Latina, you can still feel part of her character ❤️.

Its therapeutic and fun to write her, ☺️.

Hope this offers a little more insight on Mama ❤️

#miguel o'hara #talking with t✨ #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #soccer family ⚽🕷️ #atsv miguel #mama o'hara

[gingersaurus]

I was having trouble getting in That 90′s Show, for the main reason being the continuity errors of the timeline.

You see, The final episode of That 70′s show ended on New Year’s Eve 1979/1980.  Leia is a teenager in 1995.  Which raises the obvious question, HOW OLD IS LEIA, WHEN WAS SHE CONCEIVED, AND WHO IS HER BIOLOGICAL FATHER???

Eric wasn’t in the final season of That 70s show.  He broke up with Donna and went off to college.  In the final season of TSS (1979), Donna was dating a guy named Randy, but she broke up with him just before the season finale.

This means that if Leia was conceived anywhere between October 1979 and December 1979, She would be just on the cusp of turning 15 in the summer of 1995.  Now it feels pretty unlikely that Donna would have been 3 months pregnant during the series finale and wouldn’t have realized it, so let’s focus on the more likely scenario.  (Edit:  After watching a few more episodes, Leia has her 15th birthday in the summer of 1995.  Either she was reeeeaally premature, or Randy is her bio dad.)

Eric came back to Point Place during the season finale, and he and Donna got back together.  This reunion resulted in them getting frisky, and Leia was conceived on New Years 1980, making her birthday sometime in early October 1980, which would mean that Leia is 14 and 9 months old during That 90s Show.  Now this brings up a lot of concerns about her drinking and smoking at such a young age, but it brings up an even bigger concern and that is:  HOW OLD IS JAY KELSO AND HOW DOES HE EXIST??????

YOU KNOW WHO ELSE WAS NOT AROUND FOR THE FINAL SEASON OF THAT 70s SHOW??? MICHAEL KELSO!!!  And on top of that Jackie was dating Fez in 1979. Jackie definitely was not pregnant, had never been pregnant, and even if she was, how would Kelso have been the father?  And we can only infer that Jay is older than Leia, because he is friends with Gwen’s older brother, Nate.  And Nate and Jay have been friends "for 12 years”.

So the writers are trying to tell me that Jay Kelso is 16 in 1995??? That would mean that he would have had to have been born in 1979!  And look at how much that kid looks like Michael Kelso! That’s definitely Kelso’s son, and not an adopted child.  BUT HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE IF MICHAEL KELSO DIDN’T HAVE A SON IN 1979?!?!?!?

BUT WAIT!

MICHAEL KELSO WAS A PARENT IN 1979!!!!!

Kelso was gone during the final season because he had knocked up a girl named Brooke at a concert, and moved away to help raise his “baby girl” with Brooke.  Which means that this baby would be 16 in 1995!  Which means that there can be only one in canon explanation for the existence of Jay Kelso!

Brooke and Kelso didn’t work out, and after they broke up, Kelso moved back to Wisconsin with his child 12 years ago.  He reconnected with Jackie, and they eventually got married.  Jackie adopted Kelso’s child, and became a really great stepmom who made it clear that she loved her child unconditionally.  Jay knew how much his dad and step mom loved him, and therefore felt comfortable coming out to them as trans when he was in his early teens.  Kelso and Jackie accepted their son with open arms

Brooke was also the valedictorian, which means that when Kelso says Jay “has my looks and his mother’s brains! He gets straight A’s!” He is referring to Jay’s bio mom, Brooke.  

So in conclusion, Jay Kelso is trans, and Michael and Jackie are amazing parents.  Also Jay is probably on T because Jackie scared the shit out of some poor doctor.

#that 90s show #that 70s show #leia forman #jay kelso #eric foreman #donna pinciotti #gwen runck #nate runck #trans #trans man #callie haverda #laura prepon #topher grace #mila kunis #ashton kutcher #mace coronel #head canon #lgbt

[thatbadadvice]

Help! My Girlfriend Bought Me A Million Dollar House And Raised My Kids And All I Got Was This Million Dollar House And Someone To Raise My Kids, When Is It Finally Going To Be My Turn To Get A Break??????

Pay Dirt, Slate, 17 April 2023:

Dear Pay Dirt, My longterm girlfriend and I disagree about whether a $30,000 inheritance left to her by her great-aunt should be “her” money or “our” money. She wants to spend a large part (almost a third!) of it on expensive supplies for her hobby. I think that we should save most of it and use some of it on a vacation since we both find traveling extremely romantic. My argument is: 1) I don’t care about her hobby, but we’ll both enjoy a trip abroad; 2) we’ve lived on only my (admittedly low, since it’s academia) income for over a decade, so according to her own rule about entitlement to “her” windfall, shouldn’t she technically have been entitled to none of my wages all these years? Her argument is: 1) she had to put aside her hobby for many years to raise our children (it’s not a safe art form for young kids to be around) and yearns to return to it; 2) she paid entirely in cash for our $950k house at the beginning of our partnership (though my income pays the property taxes and maintenance costs), therefore she alleges that we haven’t actually been living on solely my income because I’ve been saving on rent all these years. I feel resentful of the double standard about control over finances and hurt that she would rather prioritize her own joy over our shared joy. She feels impatient to reconnect with her hobby and hurt that her contributions to our lifestyle are unseen. How do we reconcile our different viewpoints? How should the money be allocated? Is there something that we’re missing? —I’m About to Glass(Blow) a Fuse

Dear About to (Glass)Blow a Fuse,

I hope you don't mind that I corrected your very clever parenthetical sign-off! You're understandably dealing with a lot of hurt right now at the hands of the cruel and self-absorbed girlfriend who bought you a million-dollar home and abandoned her beloved hobby to raise your children, so I totally get why a brilliant, overworked, and under-appreciated academic genius such as yourself would fuck up something so incredibly simple and obvious, you poor thing. Really speaks to the distress you're in as the victim of this woman's sordid scheme to steal every ounce of joy from your life by experiencing some of her own after decades of managing your household for you for free.

Great relationships are built on the exactly equal division of all resources, and it sounds like your girlfriend has trouble grasping this because she seems to believe that the home you live in and the time she has invested raising your children for you have value, when of course they do not. The only thing that has value in this world is cash money, which is why we call it money. If parenting were valuable, you'd be able to trade it on the stock market! And what was your girlfriend going to do, not live in a house? These are things she'd have done with her life anyway, and they don't get to count toward her contribution to the household just because she did them for and with you instead of expressly and specifically pursuing her art. Whereas who knows what you could have done with your life if you hadn't been locked into a free house and a partner dedicating herself full-time to keeping your children alive for you?

Now, after all these years of being nothing but a worthless freeloader whom you support out of the generous goodness of your kind heart, your girlfriend has finally acquired something of value, and she wants to keep an entire third of it for herself? To do something that doesn't directly benefit, enrich, or entertain you personally? That's not equity, and it's certainly no way to repay you for periodically writing checks to the plumber. Isn't it about time you finally got something out of all of this for your trouble?

What benefit is there for you in having a partner who enjoys the sweet satisfaction of creative fulfillment after years of yearning to express herself? What kind of weirdo wants their girlfriend to have her own interests? And what kind of ungrateful hussy doesn't jump to spend thousands of her own money on a romantic vacation with someone who actively resents even entertaining the possibility of the idea of her doing something that makes her artistic spirit sing?

The balance sheet of this relationship is indeed all out of whack, and it's too bad that it's taken this long for your girlfriend to see just how uneven your bargain has been. If we're going to get technical about what has "value" in a relationship — and it does seem like your girlfriend is an inveterate bean-counter in the worst way around this stuff — the best way to reconcile your mutual account, as it were, is to present your girlfriend with an itemized bill for all the services you have provided her over the years, such as allowing her to buy you a home, permitting her to forego a wage-earning career, and gifting her with the opportunity to abandon her favorite hobby. That should pretty swiftly put everything you're "missing" in stark relief, and solve the question of how she should allocate her money in the future.

#advice #bad advice #money #financial advice #slate #pay dirt #vacations #inheritances #finances #this goofy chucklefuck

[simplepotatofarmer]

I think you should talk all the time about everything, I am definitely interested. Please share those many extra headcanons, pretty please witha cherry on top

so i made a post here about all my rabbit dream thoughts! because that has been on my mind so much.

but! i have other thoughts!

i've always thought that c!techno was a mercenary who was very selective about his jobs. he focused a lot on helping people with corrupt governments (hence his willingness to help pogtopia).

this is, in my mind, because of his history! there's a moment when techno says something about his parents being killed by orphans but i've always seen this as a child's way of explaining things. as in his server dealt with a lot of griefing and violence and war and his parents, when he was very young, went on an aid mission to help some of the people affected. all techno really remembers is his parents saying they were going to help orphans. he doesn't actually hate orphans, it's a bit, but there is an amount of trauma there where he knows why his parents left but also there's still that childish thought of 'they left me for other kids and now i don't have parents'.

he was very young when this happened and that's a reason he doesn't clearly remember how old he is. that wasn't completely a bit! he has a rough estimate of age and he remembers the day but he can't remember if he was four or turnin' four, you get me?

techno has a golden colored scar on his forehead and most of his scalp from the execution. when c!dream summoned dreamXD in prison, it glowed a faint green. the scar reacts to revival magic in that way.

speaking of c!dream, in all variations, i headcanon him as having a deep connection to the server that actually effects him physically. it's part of why he 'doesn't sleep' though that was more him feeling more energized than anything else. when he was in prison, he became lethargic and tired. his eyes also faded a bit, they weren't as vibrant of a green. (when he starts healing and reconnecting to the server, the color comes back unevenly.)

#loyal answers things #technoblade #dreamwastaken #c!dream #c!techno #dsmp headcanon #dream smp #dreblr

[generalluxun]

Do you have any headcanons, be they positive, neutral or negative regarding Adrien & Chloe's friendship, either pre series or during? Feel free to ignore later seasons as well if preferred.

Oh several! My usual go-to is based off their early interactions with some extrapolation based on other traits, history, etc.

On Chloé's end she adores Adrien growing up. Sometimes I play it as genuine romantic affection, sometimes it's confused territorial displays based on genuine friendship mixed with fear off loss. Adrien was the only friend she was allowed to have growing up. She's extremely scared of someone 'taking him away'.

Yes Sabrina was tolerated, but considering her situation I can already hear André, 'How will you having a friend like this reflect on me?'. We already see she uses gifts to keep Sabrina... Exactly the way André treats Chloé. Adrien was the only friend encouraged/approved of. Sabrina probably wasn't even allowed around when Audrey was in town.

On Adrien's end there is genuine affection, and I have actually played it both ways. Often it's a sibling bond style friendship. I have also had fun giving him a crush on her *However* it doesn't play out like a normal crush. You see he still grew up thinking of her like a sister, so it's more 'Oh no, why is my sister suddenly hot now? What is wrong with me?' Which goes to explaining why he looked uncomfortable at times when she got too close. He's embarassed.

You see his reluctance/discomfort makes no sense otherwise. They've been lifelong friends. Considering the parents, Emilie would have been the one watching them growing up. She wouldn't have let Adrien endure discomfort, and young Chloé wasn't born how she is today. She would have adapted to him while they grew up. Her physical affection early in the series has to come from 'it's been okay before.' We even do see times when it is okay. Generally when they aren't trying to make us mad anyone who isn't Marinette is touching Adrien.

As the series plays out and they become estranged I generally play it as more of a tragic thing. His world is expanding, duties+new people confirms her fears and makes her a smaller part of his life. Sometimes they reconnect, sometimes they don't. However there is an undercurrent that always remains.

Chloé is the person Adrien goes to when things really go wrong with his life. She's the outside force, the fresh and sometimes needfully harsh perspective. Marinette is usually somehow involved with things going wrong (no salt on her, just romance, work, etc. she's such a bug part of his life she's either solved the problem by this point or she is part of the problem) All of Adrien's other friends generally come to being his friend through Marinette(even Nino is part of DJwifi and Alya has a huge influence there) this means they're all Marinette, Adrienette, and happily ever after cheerleaders. It limits their perspectives.

Hmmm that's the basics I suppose. Hope I answered it well enough.

#ask #miraculous ladybug #chloe bourgeois #adrien agreste #headcanon

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

Yknow I’m really disappointed we didn’t get more on Perry Porter because from what we do see of him, he seems like such a cool character and I’m really disappointed we didn’t get even a single proper scene with him.

Like!! Just the facts we have about him are seemingly so random - he’s in the Oracle Coven, he used to be friends with Eda and her gang but was, interestingly, shown to be pulling away about the same time Darius and Alador - both implied to have chosen status or power of their friends - did. He seems to be Gus’s only parent given his mom is literally never mentioned, yet he’s also a high profile (given he was the only shown person reporting on Eda’s Petrification) reporter. He’s clearly willing to turn his morals and feelings off when needed given how little emotion he shows while one of his old friends - however old he must have some feelings about it - is basically about to be executed, yet he raised an incredibly kind kid who sticks to his morals no matter what.

Like how did he feel when on the Day of Unity, his twelve year old son was unable to be found - hell, we know he reports on high profile events like this, could he have been so busy he didn’t even realize Gus had snuck out until after the Collector stopped the Day of Unity and he had to realize no one knew where he was? How come we never see him interact with any of his old friends, even when Alador and Darius are eventually pulled back with them? I can understand why Odalia wasn’t reconnected with them but it does seem like if nothing else Perry was a decent parent, so why is he never shown interacting with the others?

It also seems like he puts quite a bit of pressure on Gus at least - I don’t think he’s like Odalia ofc, but Gus does say that his dad wants him to be a Master Illusionist (though that’s not what Gus wants), so it’s clear he does expect a lot from him. Did Gus being a prodigy from a young age impact this? Did he encourage Gus to move up two grades or was he against it? Given what we know of him - high profile Coven job, seems to have drifted away from his friends for status like Darius and Alador, wants his kid to be a Master Illusionist - I’m inclined to think he encouraged it and at least didn’t think much about the social implications. What did he think about Gus’s loneliness and lack of friends - did he even notice? I’m saying this as a former gifted kid who’s parents are, still to this day, surprised when I mention how bad my peers and teachers treated me in elementary/middle school - even caring parents can be unaware of just how bad things are in school. Was Perry like that? Or did he notice but feel helpless to do anything?

What about Gus’s illusion maze thing? How long has he been able to do that - since he was a kid? What was it like to raise a kid who could do something like that? Did Perry try and each Gus some tricks to get rid of it - given Willow was the one to teach him the breathing technique and that’s what he uses, it doesn’t seem like he did. Why? Did he just not know what to do? Did the Emperor’s Coven ever seem interested in Gus, who was clearly a whole lot more than just a gifted kid (this kid took down the Illusion Coven Head and a whole bunch of scouts at age 12 and he wasn’t even trying)? How did he respond to that?

Idk, I really want to see more about who Perry Porter is and Gus’s childhood. It’s so interesting to think about.

I have my own image of him as a somewhat neglectful parent who, while he does care about his son a lot, treats him as a lot older than he is sometimes. Like Gus is a very mature kid but he’s still a kid and I think Perry could follow the rest of the world in forgetting that a lot. Maybe talk to him about things he’s not old enough to understand, put responsibilities and pressure on him he might find hard even being a prodigy and get angry when he can’t do it, etc. I don’t think he’s abusive or anything but I definitely want to see how he is because as a former gifted kid absolutely all of these have happened to me and I’m betting you Perry also does this to Gus. And that’s not even getting into Perry’s morality and character, how that impacts Gus, and Perry’s backstory.

#toh #the owl house #perry porter #gus porter #eda clawthorne #darius deamonne #alador blight #odalia blight #raine whispers #lilith clawthorne #emperor's coven

[sebsallowapologist]

The Older Sallow

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC 

Rated: 18+

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: cursing, mentions of death/murder, at first this was going to be a fun little Sebastian jealousy fit but then it got angsty, oops,

Sebastian’s older brother comes back to reconnect with his brother after the death of their Uncle Solomon. Sebastian tries to make peace but it seems his brother can’t help but flirt with his girlfriend.

(Older Sallow brother inspired by this from @deathlysallows​ - the whole post is seriously amazing.)

When Sebastian was young he used to worship the ground his brother walked on. Six years older than him and Anne, Henry was everything Sebastian wanted to be, until their parents died. 

Before they passed Sebastian had worshipped the ground Henry walked on. He was cool, knew how to talk to girls, and was one hell of a quidditch player. But after the Professors died, and the kids were moved into Solomon’s home in Feldcroft Henry become more distant. Never coming home from school for the holidays. Spending summer breaks working with friends - always an excuse to not come home. Henry dropped out of school his sixth year, and after that wouldn't even respond to Sebastian or Anne’s owls. Suddenly Sebastian was invisible. He felt like he’d lost his parents and his brother in one swoop.

He was 10 when Sebastian stopped hearing from his brother, until one morning at his sixth year, a letter was dropped off next to his plate one autumn morning.   

The name above the return address in the upper left corner made him freeze. 

H. Sallow.

“Right Sebastian?” His girlfriend asks. “Sebastian?”

“I’m sorry darling, what was that?” He asks, not taking his eyes off of the cream envelope in his hands. “I said it’s quite cold today - are you alright?” 

“Yeah uh- I just remembered that I left my charms book in my room. I’ll meet you there, yeah?” He says, hopping up from his seat and giving her a quick peck. 

Ominis furrows his eyebrows. “Sebastian?” 

“I’ll see you there!” Sebastian reiterates, waving behind him as he walks out of the great hall. 

He makes it down the hallway and ducks behind a statue, ripping the letter open now that he has a semblance of privacy. 

Baz-

I’m going to be in Hogsmeade next week, I have to visit for work and I thought we should get together. Catch up as brothers and all. I’ll be staying at the Hog’s Head Inn. 

Let’s meet on Friday for a drink. Anne tells me you have quite the pretty girlfriend, she’s of course welcome as well. 

-H 

Anne? Henry had been in contact with Anne? 

Sebastian stuffs his note in the inside pocket of his robe and turns, making his way to class before his head starts to spin. 

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Later that night Sebastian and MC are relaxing in the Slytherin Common room, MC resting most of her body on Sebastian’s as she reads from her novel, and he thumbs through his ancient runes notes. 

“My brother send me a letter.” He brings up quietly, breaking the peaceful silence. MC’s head shoots up to look at her boyfriend, locking eyes with the brunet. “Brother? You have a brother?”

“I do. Henry, he’s six older than me.” 

“How do I not know you have a brother?” 

Sebastian shrugs, trying to wave off the history he has with his older sibling. He never liked talking about his brother, keeping his mind from wandering on where he was, or if he was alright. Ominis was the only one he’s ever really spoken to about Henry. He rarely even brought up the subject with Anne.

“He moved out a while ago, we’ve grown apart.” He says casually. “But he’s uh- spoken to Anne and I want to see if, maybe, he says something that could help us be... normal again.”

“That’s great, Seb.” She smiles, patting him on the chest. “It’ll be nice to talk to family.”

“Yeah.” He mutters, not really believing the chat will be all that nice. “Would you come with me? It’s at Hog’s Head on Friday.”

MC grabs his hand and squeezes, “I’d love to go with you.” 

Sebastian squeezes her hand back, kissing her knuckles before he returns to his notes. 

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On Friday MC follows her boyfriend into the run down pub in the Hog’s Head Inn, scanning the room for whoever could be Sebastian’s mystery brother. She spent the last week trying to wrap her head around the fact that he boyfriend had a while sibling she didn’t know about. She knew how much Sebastian missed his sister, maybe reconnecting with an estranged brother could help heal that hole in his heart a bit. 

MC was thrown. The man in front of her looked just like Sebastian, but he was just.. older. More mature, he was just Sebastian but... filled out. Well cared for stubble graced the man’s chin, making him look just the right amount of rugged. Familiar warm brown eyes met hers and a smile made the freckles on his cheeks dance. He was dressed well, keeping up with the most up to date fashion trends, wearing nothing that would be sold in Hogsmeade. 

“Sebastian!” The man says standing up from his seat at a table next to the big window. Sebastian drop’s MC’s hand to hug his brother, clapping his hand on the man’s back. 

It’s like all the nerves had melted off of Sebastian as they hugged, like the time wore on both of them. 

They pull apart and his brother turns his eyes on MC. “Merlin, Anne was right she really is a beauty.” MC blushes, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Anne’s very sweet.” 

“Henry. Henry Sallow.” the man says, pulling MC into a hug. “Oh!” She says, surprised at the contact with the borderline stranger. He’s practically holding her up in his arms, her toes were the only part of her touching the ground anymore. 

She chokes out her name as an introduction and Sebastian puts a hand on his brother’s shoulder, signaling him it was time to let go. He lets MC down, but his hand lingers on her lower back. Despite the warm greeting, Sebastian has the urge to cut his brother’s hand off at the wrist. 

“Sit! Sit! I have some fire whiskeys coming for us.” Henry says, sitting back down in his chair. He turns his attention toward MC, angling his body to face her. “So tell me about yourself, you’re a Slytherin?” 

“Uhm.” MC says, she wasn’t expecting to be the one in the line of questioning. Looking at Sebastian she tries to catch his eyes, but he’s looking off at the wall, studying a picture like it’s his favorite book. An intensity in his eyes she’d never quite seen before.

“Yes, I’m a Slytherin. It’s how I met Sebastian. It’s so nice you reached out so you two can connect.” She smiles, trying to kick the conversation onto the reason they’re all here. Sebastian looks back at his brother, waiting for him to say something. 

“I was a Gryffindor back in the day. I was actually quite shocked when Anne and Sebastian were both Slytherin. They must take after our parents more that I.” 

“Ah. Okay.” MC says, sitting back in her chair. Okay, Handsome? Yes. Smart? Maybe not. She feel’s Sebastian’s leg bouncing under the table and she puts a hand on his knee. 

The contact snaps Sebastian out of whatever disassociation he was swimming in and he locks eyes with his brother. “Why are you here, Henry?” 

“I told you, I’m here for work.” 

“No. Why are you here as in why are you here, inviting me for a drink like we haven’t seen each other in six years!” 

“A man can’t want to catch up with his only brother? You’ve grown!” 

“Be serious, Henry. You don’t disappear for six years and then talk to me like nothing’s happened.” Any good feelings had ended at that hug. 

Henry’s face fell, no longer trying to be charming about any of this. He leans his forearms on the table. “Anne told me what happened last spring, what happened to Solomon.” 

Sebastian jumped back in his seat like Henry had slapped him. 

“No. No.” Henry says, putting his hand on Sebastian’s forearm. “I just- Anne found me looking for family. She’s alright? I have her staying with me in London.”

“London?” MC can practically see Sebastian’s wheels start turning on how he’s going to get to London to see his sister. 

“I think you did the right thing.” Henry tells him, and Sebastian stills. He pulls his arm away from Henry’s embrace. 

“What are you talking about?” Sebastian asks and MC coughs, catching the waitress come around with the fire whiskey. “Sh!” She says and the boys stop, sitting up straight in their seats. 

As soon as the drinks are down the two of them take the small glass in their hand and knock back the drink, putting the glasses back down on the table at the same time. Merlin, as tense as this all was it was like seeing the same man six years apart. 

“Anne is upset now, but she’ll get over it. You know how dramatic she always was.” Henry says, shaking his head with a smile on his face like he was recalling a lifetimes worth of memories with Anne. 

“How are you so unserious about this?” MC whispers, sitting back in her chair and taking her fire whiskey in one go as well. 

Henry opens his mouth but Sebastian’s cutting him off. “Are you bloody kidding me? I did- what I did was horrible. I have nightmares about it, I feel- so much guilt and it’s nothing to you?” 

“I’m just not surprised. You know how Solomon was.” Henry says defensively. 

“And don’t tell me Anne is being dramatic, she has every right to hate me.” Sebastian’s hands were shaking. “You show up here, after not talking to me for ages, flirt with my girlfriend, and then tell me the thing thats been keeping me up at night isn’t a big deal?” 

“Sebastian.” 

“Go fuck yourself.” Sebastian spits, standing up at the table and turning on his heel, grabbing MC’s hand in the process. 

“I’m your brother!” Henry shouts. 

“I don’t have a brother.” Sebastian answers, his voice unwavering. 

His holds onto her hand tightly, walking them quickly out of the Inn and to the nearest Floo Flame, taking them both to the room of requirement in silence. 

Once they’re there MC just stares at her boyfriend. She doesn’t know what to say, she can’t even tell how he’s feeling, he’s looking behind her, his hands in fists at his side. “Sometimes.” MC mutters. “It just helps me to scream-” 

She can’t even finish her sentence before Sebastian is letting out an earth shattering scream. She clamps her hands over her ears and waits for him to be done before wrapping her arms around his middle. 

“I’m sorry your brother is a prick.” She mumbles into his sweater. 

“Me too.” He sighs, resting his cheek on the top of her head. They’re quite for a few moments. “Did I see you looking all Doe eyed at him?” 

MC blushes. “No.” 

“Liar.” he mumbles. 

“Well, I just thought that maybe you could grow one of those little beards?” She mumbles and Sebastian chuckles.

“Even if he’s handsome he’s a right git.” She tells him, and gets on her tip toes to give him a kiss. 

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #Sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow fanfiction #Hogwarts legacy fic

[clambuoyance]

Do u want to talk abt ur ocs..... I actually followed you initially bc they seemed so interesting and silly and I want to know more if you feel like sharing :)

I still can’t believe some ppl follow me for my ocs bc it’s usually for my fanart so this is really nice to hear! I have a couple stories/universes but the main one I’ve been…developing (it’s on and off) since I was like 13/14 is about these two kids named Keiko and Rolin!! Im still doing a lot of world and lore building but the main gist is that Rolin is a teenage boy turning 16 who returns to his hometown to live with his aunt and meets a strange young girl named Keiko (debating on making her 10-12 idk she was originally 10). I won’t go too much into like Lore stuff but she has like..my own version of clairvoyance. They are kind of opposites, with Rolin being introverted and jaded, and Keiko being loud and optimistic but they are both silly.

I think it’s been said before but the whole driving relationship of the story is the two of them going on adventures throughout the city and solving mysteries while simultaneously becoming family and finding a real home within each other and the people they’ve met and learned to love 😚

Now the story is centered around Rolin and Keiko, but a big focus is on the cast of characters that fill mostly Rolins life. Mira and Artie were friends with Rolin when they were kids before Rolin left with his mom, and all three grew up and have been living their own lives, but when Rolin comes back they get a chance to reconnect (with Keiko’s help). Valoryn (Val) is also new in town, and befriends Rolin and Keiko. This is just a messy fast doodle of them I have better art in my oc tags🙏

Some old sketches

The other major cast is Rolin’s family, and Rolin has always been Asian so as I worked on the story his family kept getting more and more relevant especially with a major theme of the story being about the connections you have with people in your life so like I can’t leave them out. And I’ve never settled on an Asian ethnicity until recently where I was like I might as well make him Filipino so I can base his family off my own🫡 Cousins (both blood and not) that are years older than you but treat you like siblings and give u silly nicknames 🫶

Now Diana (or Deedee) is one of those characters I’ve had for a long time, and I made her because I liked those laidback mentor figures in anime (like Qrow from rwby) and wanted a laidback lady one 🤷🏻‍♀️ she also has some Misato from nge influence. She has always been written to be a mentor figure to Rolin and Keiko, and at one point I think I was going to make her his actual aunt but stuck to her being just a cousin so I could write about her relationship with her mom 🫶 Unlike her brother Darius, she does not live with her mom and Rolin has to go out of his way to meet her.

And Rolin’s parents’ story aren’t the main focus (they aren’t really present themselves in the main story) and it’s mostly just flashback stuff but they r silly and sad and I love drawing them 😼

I could go into more detail but that’s an overview of some of the characters

#clam answers #my ocs #clam ocs

[venus-haze]

Chain of Fools (Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Summary: Growing up with your mother, you only knew your father from the occasional visits and holidays every year. He was always busy as part of Elvis Presley’s “Memphis Mafia” but during the summer before your final year of college, he invites you to spend the summer in Las Vegas. You were looking forward to the opportunity to reconnect with your dad, but find him busy as ever. You spend more time with Elvis, the Colonel encouraging you to help him reach audiences your age. Initially reluctant, Elvis starts to see you as the answer to all of his problems, personally and professionally.

Note: This is based on an anonymous request and takes place during the Vegas era, some timeline stuff might be off for plot purposes, the usual. I did change the request a bit so the reader didn’t really grow up knowing Elvis. The reader is gender neutral in this. Please look at the warnings before deciding if you want to read this fic. Do not interact with my blog or my content if you’re under 18 or post ED/thinspo content.

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: This is a yandere fic, so expect dark themes such as emotional blackmail, financial abuse/exploitation, and obsessive and manipulative behavior, which some people may find disturbing or triggering. Some sexual content that involves coercion, but nothing overtly explicit. Do not interact if you are under 18.

You’d gotten to Las Vegas at the end of May, just before Memorial Day, hoping to enjoy the summer away from home in between semesters and reconnect with your dad. Instead, you hardly saw him apart from the first week you arrived, where he brought you all over Vegas. Majoring in music education, you were even planning a short trip to Los Angeles to explore the city where so much of your favorite music came from. You had hoped you and your dad would take the trip together, but it was looking more and more like it would be a solo trip as he seemed too busy with work. Regardless, you were excited. Music had always been your passion, and you wanted nothing more than to share that with and encourage the next generation of young minds.

Counting yourself extremely lucky to spend the summer in the vicinity of such an influential musician like Elvis, you were taken aback when the Colonel asked you to speak with Elvis about music, help him connect with younger audiences. You obliged, but weren’t sure what you could even talk about. You weren’t music of a musician yourself, you just loved music, all genres, with every fiber of your being. You supposed that way one thing you inherited from your father, a music fanatic and one of Elvis’ so-called “Memphis Mafia.” 

The first time you tried to talk to Elvis about music as the Colonel requested, he was kind but disinterested in what you had to say. Not that you could necessarily blame him, he hardly knew you outside of what your dad had told him, and he had his show to focus on. It was looking to be a lonely summer, and you considered moving your Los Angeles trip up a few weeks and then just heading back home. 

You couldn’t feel completely comfortable in the hotel. Sure, the room you stayed in was nice and your dad told you not to worry about running up room service and other amenity charges, but he preoccupied with work, even though he promised you two would finally get to spend time together. Not really knowing anyone else there, you made use of the hotel’s pool and went out window shopping, but it wasn’t what you wanted to do for the whole summer. 

One afternoon, you finally allowed yourself to use the stereo system in the room that probably cost more than your tuition, which was a lot, even with your parents helping how they could. Earlier in the week, while scouring the record stores in Vegas, you bought Aretha Franklin’s newest release ‘Young, Gifted and Black’. You’d only heard a few of the singles on the radio but didn’t have the chance to listen to the full album yet. 

Sitting on the floor in front of the stereo, which you’d turned up so loud you’d probably end up with some kind of hearing damage, you couldn’t help but smile as soon as the first song played. Aretha’s vocals always blew you away, and the accompanying instrumentals were perfect. 

When the first side of the record finished playing, you finally noticed someone knocking at your door. Am I seriously getting a noise complaint? You opened the door, feeling a pit in your stomach when you saw Elvis standing in front of you.

“I’m sorry, is it too loud?” you asked.

He shook his head. “I was just tryin’ to ask if you minded some company.”

“Sure,” you said, surprised, yet welcoming him inside your hotel room.

“You’ve got good taste,” he said, looking at the dozen or so albums you had laid out on your bed.

“Thanks. I went kind of crazy in the record stores earlier this week, but I love music, so being in them is like heaven for me.”

“That’s what you’re goin’ to school for, right?”

“Music education,” you said. 

“You know, when I was in school, my music teacher said I had no future as a musician.”

He intended the anecdote to be a funny joke to try to break the ice with you, but your face fell, hurt and concern evident in your expression.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, your voice strong and sincere. “Teachers should encourage kids, especially when feeling comfortable enough to express themselves through music. That takes a lot of vulnerability, and to discourage that is just messed up. Music saves people.”

“Well, at least I proved her wrong.”

“But if you hadn’t–how many kids were told the same thing and gave up? How much music we’ve missed out on because of teachers like that? I couldn’t live with myself if that were me,” you said.

“You really care about this, huh?”

“Music is everything to me.”

“So why aren’t you goin’ into the business, then?”

“What’s the saying, ‘Those who can’t do, teach’,” you shrugged, giving him an embarrassed smile. “I just want people to love music the way I do.”

“Who’s your favorite musician?” he asked. “And don’t say me just because I’m here.”

You laughed. “I don’t know if I can choose just one. I mean, I listen to every genre out there, even global music.”

For the next few hours, you and Elvis listened to your records and talked about music, sitting on the bed until he pulled you up to dance with him. He was a lot more receptive than when you first spoke to him, and he seemed to take your opinions to heart. You hadn’t noticed how much time had passed until he said that he had to leave to get ready for the show. He was surprised when you told him that you hadn’t attended his show yet, despite being there for nearly two weeks.

“I know how hard it is to get tickets. I didn’t want to take a seat from someone else,” you said.

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll work it out so you can come tomorrow night, best seat in the house.”

“Okay,” you smiled, “thanks Elvis.”

“‘Course, Y/N. Have a good night.”

“You too.”

For all the years your dad worked for Elvis, you’d never actually heard the man sing in person. Of course, most of the time you spent with your dad was when he’d take time off work, but that was less and less frequent as you grew older. In fact, you’d only met Elvis once before this summer, when you were fourteen and your dad begrudgingly let you onto one of the movie sets to get Elvis’ autograph on your copy of the ‘Blue Hawaii’ soundtrack. It was a short meeting, with your dad apologizing to Elvis and ushering you away as quickly as possible to bring you to Disneyland for the rest of the day. You doubted either of them even remembered that. 

You ordered room service and decided to rent a movie from the pay-per-view options that the hotel had. You’d fallen asleep with the TV on, but awoke to the phone in your room ringing. Reaching over to the nightstand, you groggily answered.

“Hi sweetie, how’s Vegas?” your mom asked.

“Hi mom,” you said, sitting up in bed. “It’s been really good, actually. How are things back home?”

“Everything’s fine, same as usual. You know, I got a call from your college this morning saying your tuition and fees were paid out through the rest of the year. Did you get a scholarship or something?”

“No, not that I know of. Did they say who paid for it?”

“I didn’t ask. It completely slipped my mind.”

“It’s okay; I can call back and see if they know.”

“Alright, well, have fun on the rest of your vacation, Y/N.”

“Thanks, mom,” you said. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You hung up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. The university usually didn’t bill you for the semester until a week or so before classes started. You went ahead and called up room service for breakfast before dialing the college. When you got through to the financial aid office, they got your file and informed you that the balance of your tuition, fees, and room and board had been paid in full earlier that morning by Presley Family Enterprises. Taken aback by the news, you thanked the person on the other end of the line. Why would they go ahead and pay for your school?

Startled from your thoughts by a knocking at the door, you got up, opening the door to let the hotel worker bring the food you’d ordered into your room. When you went to grab a piece of toast from the tray, you noticed a thick envelope with your name written across it next to your food. 

Taking a bite out of the toast, you turned to ask who the envelope was from, but found the worker had already left. You picked up the envelope, opening it to find a stack of cash and a note. 

‘Buy yourself something nice to wear tonight. See you then, baby. - E.P.’

Checking the clock, you realized you had a few hours to go shopping, but would probably need time to get ready before the show. Something nice. Did he have anything specific in mind? Surely he had a different definition of ‘nice’ than you did. You figured you’d know what exactly to get as soon as you saw it. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen so much money in your life, and you certainly weren’t going to put it to waste.

You scarfed down your food before getting ready for the day, shoving the cash into your bag. Double-checking that you’d have everything you needed, you headed out. You spotted your dad in the hotel lobby and waved at him. He ended the conversation he was having, and walked over to you and gave you a hug.

“Hey dad,” you said, hugging him back.

“Hey kiddo, where are you headed off to?”

“Elvis gave me some money to go shopping,” you said.

“He’s a good man, always generous like that,” he said. “He told me you’re going to see the show tonight.”

“Yeah, I’m looking forward to it. Will you be there?” you asked.

“I’ll be helping out backstage, but you have fun.”

You tried to hide your disappointment. “Okay, well, see you later.”

The Las Vegas Strip was bustling, and you walked up the street into one of the designer clothing stores, feeling immediately overwhelmed by the selection–and price tags. You spent the afternoon going in and out of designer stores, hesitant to actually spend the money that weighed your bag down like a brick. Elvis had given you the money, he wanted you to spend it, but between the tuition and the cash, you felt guilty even considering doing so.

You settled on some clothes and shoes that were in the clearance section of one designer store, which made you feel somewhat better when the shop assistant told you the total for your trip. Handing her the cash for the purchase, she looked at the money and then at you, curiously. It didn’t surprise you, you certainly weren’t dressed like the type of person to go to designer stores with wads of cash.

It was an hour before the show was set to start by the time you finished the shopping trip, so you booked it back to the International. There was already a line of people waiting outside of the showroom to get to their seats. You changed quickly in your room, doing your best to freshen up before heading back downstairs for the show.

You got in the back of the long line, and it hit you that you didn’t even have a ticket for the show. All you had was Elvis’ word for your admission, and you could only imagine how many people in line would try to pull that one over on the usher taking tickets. Biting your lip, you were just about to step out of the line when you heard your dad calling your name.

“Y/N, I’ve been looking all over for you,” he said. “C’mon, let’s get you to your seat.”

“You got here just in time,” you laughed.

You chatted with your dad as he led you past the people waiting in line, who huffed and complained as you walked straight into the showroom. The massive auditorium was packed, and as you stepped closer to the stage, you realized you’d be sitting in there by yourself. Everyone around you seemed to be with someone. Your dad gave you another hug when you got to your seat and then disappeared into the crowd.

Elvis wasn’t exaggerating when he said you’d get a spot up front. You could touch the stage if you wanted to. The curtain was down, but you could hear people moving and talking behind it. 

As soon as the curtain rose, the crowd erupted in cheers and applause. The horns section blared, echoing through the auditorium. You felt like you were in a cathedral, the music ascending to otherworldly heights and permeating your chest. Elvis’ voice sang out and filled the room once the curtain fully rose over him. His gaze immediately dropped down to where you were sitting, and he smiled at you. 

You watched in awe, this was how music was supposed to be experienced. It was supposed to take over your body and make you feel like you could fly. You always liked Elvis’ music, but this brought his place on your list of favorite musicians way up. Sure, a lot of bands went with more casual shows and concerts, but Elvis’ showmanship was unmatched. 

As the night went on, you noticed Elvis focusing a lot of his attention on you. At one point, he was practically thrusting in your face, and you were embarrassed at his antics, hardly able to conceal your bashful smile. Of course, he worked over the whole crowd, talking a bit and cracking jokes in between songs, but he always ended up back where you were. You didn’t want to assume it was just you; it was part of the show. He was Elvis Presley, after all. 

When he introduced the next song, the soft piano playing behind him, you gasped. You knew it was cliche, but ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ was one of your favorite songs of his. You could remember the first time you watched ‘Blue Hawaii’, tears streaming down your face when you first heard the ballad. You watched him intently as he began to sing.

You couldn’t fight back the smile on your face as he leaned down to serenade you. Then, he did something that truly took your breath away. He kissed you. Tenderly, passionately, like it wasn't just for the show. He gave you a handsome smile and a wink when he pulled away and went back to singing.

Before you knew it, he was bowing and thanking the crowd. You couldn’t believe how good the show was, it’d be the one you’d compare all other concerts to going forward. A man walked up to you, letting you know to follow him to get backstage. You went down a narrow hallway and through two heavily guarded doors. A dozen or so people stood around talking, but Elvis was the only one who looked up when the doors closed behind you. Immediately, he made his way over to you.

“Y/N, you look great,” Elvis said, giving you a hug.

“Elvis! That was absolutely incredible; you were incredible! I don’t know what else to say, but that was the best performance I’ve ever seen in my life,” you exclaimed.

He laughed. “It was all for you, darlin’.”

“Well, thank you, for everything. My mom told me this morning that you paid for my last year of college,” you smiled.

“I’ve been in a slump for a while, but talkin’ to you yesterday, Y/N; it put things into a whole new perspective.” he said.

“I’m glad.”

“Let’s go up to my suite; we can talk more there.”

“Sounds good,” you said.

You gushed to him about the show on the way up to his suite, excited to talk more about music with him. As soon as the door shut behind him, he pressed his lips to yours, far more passionately than during the show. When you tried to pull away, he only held you tighter, groping you through your clothes. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, feeling lightheaded the longer he kissed you. After a few minutes, he pulled away to hungrily kiss your neck.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you protested breathlessly.

He scoffed, lifting his head. “Don’t you think you owe me somethin’, Y/N?”

“Why would I owe you anything?” you asked.

“I paid for your school, your little shopping spree, and don’t even get me started on that bill you’ve been runnin’ up with the hotel since you’ve been stayin’ here.”

“I didn’t ask for any of that. You did that on your own,” you countered.

You didn’t miss the way Elvis’ jaw clenched. You hadn’t given him the answer he was expecting by disagreeing with him. In an instant, though, his expression shifted, his face calm, but his eyes were burning through you.

“Your dad’s a good man. I’d hate to see him without work ‘cause of how ungrateful you are,” Elvis said.

Your eyes widened. “You–you can’t do that.”

“I can’t?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “I can’t make one phone call and have you both out on the street?”

You and Elvis stared at each other in silence until he walked over to the phone. He picked up and began dialing a number, stone-faced as he did so. When you heard the dial tone, you panicked. 

“Wait.”

“That’s better,” Elvis said, a smirk on his face as he hung up the phone. 

You felt helpless as he made his way over to you, smug that he’d gotten his way. Even though you weren’t all that close with your dad, you couldn’t let him lose his job if you could help it. Elvis was one of the most influential people in the world, one word and he could make your dad unhirable. 

Elvis held your face in his hands. “You’re gonna finish your last year of school and get your degree, then you’re gonna come right back to me and–”

“And do what?” you asked.

“I’ve got it all under control, baby. You don’t have to worry ‘bout a thing,” he said, kissing you again.

You kissed him back, reluctantly, but he didn’t seem to care. He helped himself to you, felt entitled to it. You felt more like a possession than a person when he undressed you, the clothes technically his, anyway. Why couldn’t he take them off of you when he wanted? Your whole life was his. The rest of the summer went this way, with Elvis giving you money and buying you things you didn’t ask for while holding it over your head to keep you with him. You were looking forward to the semester starting so you could at least get away from him and try to find a job teaching somewhere far from Memphis or Vegas, anywhere he’d be regularly. Most of your last semester would be student teaching, and you hoped the school would be interested in hiring you for the following school year.

Even on campus, though, you couldn’t get away from Elvis. He made you give him a copy of your class and student teaching schedule each semester, and called whenever he knew you’d be in your dorm. If you didn’t answer when he called, he’d give you hell when you did eventually pick up, and threaten your dad’s job and your future. As a result, your social life became completely non-existent as your friends slowly stopped inviting you to study or hang out when you kept declining. By the time the spring semester ended, you were miserable and lonely, absolutely dreading graduation day. All of the time and effort spent toward getting your degree for nothing. 

During one of the final classes of the semester, one of your classmates excitedly approached you once the professor dismissed you all. “I heard you got a job already! Congrats!”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, as you gathered your things.

“C’mon, Y/N, everyone in the major is talking about it. I mean, Elvis Presley starts a foundation to teach kids about music and hires you right out of school to help run it. He even made a big donation to the education department. I guess you really impressed him during your interview.”

“I–thanks,” you said, unsure of how to respond. You weren’t sure when all of this happened, but it figured everyone else knew but you. That’s how things always seemed to be with him. If financial threats weren’t enough, the mind games were.

“Hey, if they have any openings, put in a good word for me!” your classmate said.

I’d be doing you a favor if I didn’t. “Yeah, of course,” you said. “See you around.”

You held back tears as you made your way back to your dorm room. It wasn’t fair. Not only was your dad’s livelihood caught up in Elvis, now yours was too. Making the donation to your university’s college of education was a brilliant move, you had to admit as much, everyone was singing his praises at his generosity. You didn’t want any of it. Your only dream was to help kids develop a love of music and have someone who believed in them, and he made it into an inescapable nightmare. 

While he didn’t go to your graduation ceremony the following week, he had you flown out to see him in Vegas, as he usually did when you had a longer break from classes. Again, you supposed since he basically owned your degree and now your career, he’d get to choose how you spent your graduation day. 

You didn’t try to conceal your displeasure when you saw him, and he didn’t appreciate the coldness you displayed. He practically threw the bouquet of flowers he was holding at you, dragging you inside his suite by your arm.

“You’re the most ungrateful brat I’ve ever met in my life,” he snarled, his lip curling in anger toward you.

“I didn’t ask for any of this! I didn’t want it!” you argued.

“Well you got all of it, so you better act like this is everything you ever prayed for,” he said, backing you into the door, seeming to tower over you. 

“What do you even get out of this?” you asked, looking up at him in fear and desperation. “You’re bleeding yourself dry and for what?”

He grinned, sending a shiver down your spine. “You.”

#austin!elvis x reader #elvis x reader #yandere!elvis x reader #yandere x reader #elvis presley x reader #austin!elvis #elvis 2022

[harryjpotter-shitpost]

I can give Dudley the redemption arch because he was a child following after his parents (very abusive behaviors) but people are really defending Petunia and Vernon???? What the fuck?? Like it pretty much says in the first sentence of the whole series that they’re assholes! And it is canon that both Vernon AND Petunia were physically, emotionally, and mentally abusive to Harry until the last moment he left private drive.

The only reason I can give Dudley any kind of redemption or forgiveness is because we see him change in the books after the Dementor attack. I don’t think he and Harry will ever be close or very friendly, but I can see them having a civil relationship at least for their children. Or even just to make up for their shitty childhood that they shared together, as Dudley was also abused too. But this would definitely be after years of therapy and trying to make amends, it wouldn’t happen until many years after the war was over.

You would be surprised on how many posts I’ve crossed where people almost worship Petunia and say that Vernon is the one who forced her to hate her sister!!!

I believe that Dudley deserves redemption cause as you said he was a young person living in a very toxic environment. However, I’m always rather conflicted on how his relationship with Harry is post-war. I’ve read a few fics that had different perspectives on what their relationship have come to, and they’re all very interesting! But I’m not set out on one opinion. Sometimes I think Harry would try to leave it all behind him, but sometimes I think that maybe they’d reconnect as Dudley was obviously a very huge part of Harry’s life (even though it was horrendous) and the same goes the other direction. But I’m sure of one thing; I don’t think they’ll ever have a “close brotherhood” kind of relationship. Maybe sending presents over the holidays or reconnecting every few years, but never close, yk?

But anyways let me get back to my rant about Petunia. It’ll be under the cut :)

CW: mentions of abuse

Let’s get one thing straight: Vernon did not make her hate Harry nor was he pulling the strings in that house and the abuse regarding his nephew. It was Petunia. She collected ALL the hatred in that house and made sure it was taken out on Harry. Why? Because she’s a petty, small-minded and disgusting woman who abused the power she had over a child. All that to let out some of the childish jealousy she had against her DEAD little sister.

Here are some quotes from the books to use as a starting point:

“Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn’t have a sister,”

“They didn’t want Dudley mixing with a child [Harry] like that.”

“she [Petunia] always got so upset at any mention of her sister.”

"He [Vernon] cleared his throat nervously. ‘Er — Petunia, dear — you haven’t heard from your sister lately, have you?’ As he had expected, Mrs. Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn’t have a sister. ‘No,’ she said sharply.”

“Mr. Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her he’d heard the name ‘Potter.’ He decided he didn’t dare.”

“‘Harry’ [Said Petunia]. ‘Nasty, common name, if you ask me.’”

So these quotes are from the first chapter of the first book (Philosopher’s Stone).

As you can see, pretending the Potters don’t exist is a mutual decision from both sides and it seems that Petunia is more bothered by the mention of her sister than Vernon is because when he tries to bring up the Potters his main concern is upsetting Petunia. Never once does he mention his own disgust with them when trying to bring them up. No, it’s Petunia’s reaction he’s worried about. This doesn’t seem like a behavior of someone who is forcing his wife to hate her sister.

If anything it seems to me that Petunia have explained to her husband how much she dislikes the mention of her sister (and her sister’s entire family too) and so Vernon got the memo that the Potters should never be brought up. Which shows that Petunia is the one who fuels the hatred for the Potters in their household.

Now I’m not saying that Vernon is completely innocent, no he’s hates the Potters too. But his is more personal. After the whole double date incident when he felt that James was taking the mickey out of him and undermining his power. A bully like Vernon who likes to show off his money and power being insulted by a teenager made Vernon hate James’ guts.

“…James was amused by Vernon, and made the mistake of showing it. Vernon tried to patronise James, asking what car he drove.”

“Vernon could not tell whether he was being made fun of or not, and grew angry. The evening ended with Vernon and Petunia storming out of the restaurant.” -Pottermore

And I think that Vernon usually likes to pretend that the people he hates don’t exist, he’s way to high to be bothered by a cocky teenager who ‘doesn’t have a future’. He feels way too superior. During his wedding he made sure not to give James any attention, but made sure to return the humiliation he felt during the double date.

“Vernon refused to speak to James at the reception, but described him, within James’ earshot, as ‘some kind of amateur magician’.” -Pottermore

After Vernon obviously felt satisfied with his comeback, he never gives James a glance.

That’s why when mentioning the Potters he doesn’t even mention the double date incident because technically who’s that James next to him?? No, his wife’s reaction is the main concern.

And that’s the difference between the hate Vernon has towards the Potters and Petunia’s hatred. Whereas Vernon hates James specifically for undermining him and his money and power, Petunia hates them all because she ‘knows’ she’s less superior and special. This fuels her jealousy and anger towards them.

Therefore; Vernon’s ultimate superiority and Petunia’s ultimate loathing.

And you can see that Petunia already has it out for Harry even though she hasn’t met him yet; calling his name “Nasty”. Now I know some of you might interpret her sentence as Petunia criticizing her sister’s choice of names, but if that was the case she would’ve claimed the boy’s misfortune of having such a name or the kid’s misfortune on having parents like the Potters. But no, she mainly focused on the child. Which gives the impression that she’s disliked Harry the moment she knew about him.

“she [Petunia] received from Lily and James the announcement of Harry’s birth, and after one contemptuous look, Petunia threw it in the bin.” -Pottermore

These things sets the foundations for her dislike towards Harry. So when the moment comes where she actually meets him, he will be connected to the ‘detestable’ announcement and the ‘nasty’ name.

Then the times comes where she has to handle that child’s responsibilities and raise him.

And she did take him in, no one’s denying that, but this happened:

“She did it grudgingly, and spent the rest of Harry’s childhood punishing him for her own choice.” -Pottermore

She spent the rest of Harry’s childhood punishing him for her own choice.

She took him in. She hated every single moment of having to raise him. So she made sure he was punished for it.

If that is not abuse as some people like to say, then what is exactly???? Punishing an innocent child for taking him in? Are you guys serious?

That’s why her character disgusts me so much. I cannot stand her at all. Because if anything this is a psycho level of behavior. A sane person wouldn’t dream of hurting a small animal let alone a child. Her nephew.

And as for Vernon’s hatred towards Harry it stems out of the humiliation he felt when he met James. The fact that Vernon made sure to return that humiliation during the wedding satisfied Vernon and he didn’t have to think about James anymore. But Harry ( the carbon copy of James) serves as a constant reminder of that feeling, so his hatred towards Harry stems out from his injured masculinity. As Pottermore says:

“Uncle Vernon’s dislike of Harry stems in part, like Severus Snape’s, from Harry’s close resemblance to the father they both so disliked.”

So ya this is my rant about them. Sorry if this is all over the place, English isn’t my first language and this topic pisses me off so much🙂.

And I’d like to conclude that I hate them both, but hate Petunia at tad bit more :)

#cw abuse #the Dursleys piss me off so much #harry deserves better #that poor thing was punished for nothing #don’t let me catch one of y’all defending petunia #I’ll genuinely loose it #she’s one of the most vile women #i could write more about this topic #but i think this is too long already #golden trio #4 privet drive #petunia dursley #vernon dursley #aunt petunia #uncle vernon #harry james potter #dudley dursley #harry potter #harry potter series

[ghostofskywalker]

A Chance Taken

Obi-Wan Kenobi/Reader (they/them pronouns)

Words: 1,772

Summary: It took a long time to get over the boy that you used to spend time with in the Senate building, but your lives took you in separate directions. But when he shows up during the Clone Wars with a dire warning for your planet, you don’t want to let him go without telling him how you feel.

flower and meaning: baby's breath || reconnecting with a lost love

Requested by: @mayo-advance

Note: this is my july work for the @yearofcreation2023, because i thought this request fit perfectly for one of my flowers :)

Year of Flowers Masterlist • Obi-Wan Kenobi Masterlist

You were fifteen years old the first time you met Obi-Wan Kenobi, and you immediately liked him. Being the child of a senator meant that you spent a lot of time on Coruscant, and that you had much more contact with the Jedi than other citizens of the Republic. Spending your days wandering the Senate building had long since lost its appeal, and you were grateful any time he was around because his master was sent on behalf of the Jedi to attend business at the Senate. Barely a year older than you, he would always have exciting stories about the adventures he had been on with his master, and the Jedi way of life was always fascinating. 

The Force was never kind enough to make its mark on you, but you were content enough with your connection to the boy you considered one of your best friends from the moment you crossed paths. What you offered him was a momentary escape, just as much as he offered the same to you. The hidden alcoves and secret rooms of the Senate Building were no mystery to you, and often the two of you would spend time just sitting around in these spaces. Every second of his time was valuable, and it made you happy knowing that he chose to spend some of that precious freedom with you. 

Sometimes you wondered whether he felt the same affinity for you that you did for him, but that query was always answered when he would arrive at the Senate building, full of things he wanted to tell you. You had asked him if there were other padawans that he spent time with, but the answer was no. Most of the other young Jedi were much younger than him and had not yet been assigned a permanent master yet, and the ones that had were never back at the Temple at the same time he was. You shared his experiences, noting that you were often the youngest person in the Senate building at any given time. 

The two of you promised each other that you would remain in touch, and you believed that it would always be the case, but as time went on, you saw him less and less. Growing older meant that Qui-Gon could take him to new places and didn’t have to spend as much time on Coruscant between travels, which meant that the only time you really saw Obi-Wan was in passing. 

And the Trade Federation made things even worse, which you were not happy about. Tensions between them and the Senate, along with your growth into adulthood, was what ultimately led to the decision that it would be best for you return to your home planet rather than stay in the Senate district. You didn’t see the danger, but it didn’t matter. Soon the chance of seeing Obi-Wan Kenobi again fell to zero, and you had to move on with your life.

A feat that you soon learned to be nothing short of impossible. 

You had always harbored feelings for him, as much as you tried to push those down. He was a Jedi, there was no way he could ever return the affections you held. Delusions of a future with Obi-Wan Kenobi chased you no matter how hard you tried to forget, and it took years for you to even begin to move on. 

You just never expected that all of your progress would go down the drain a year into the Clone Wars, when a Republic transport ship touched down outside your parents’ home. 

You had parted ways for the last time when you were twenty, and now, over fifteen years later, your life was very different. You had taken on a public policy role after finishing your education, and most of your days were spent in meetings with various councils and leaders as you tried to solve the issues that your people were facing. It was leaving one of those meetings that you saw him again, walking through the hallways of the building with another Jedi. 

“Obi-Wan?” you couldn’t help the shock that escaped your mouth as you approached him. “What are you doing here?” 

“That’s Master Kenobi to you,” the other Jedi cut in, a scowl on his face. He looked younger than your friend, but their eyes were equally as tired. 

“It’s okay Anakin,” Obi-Wan said. “They can call me by my first name.” 

After official introductions were made, you led the two Jedi into a conference room and asked if they wanted anything to drink (which they refused, as you expected). “Now, what can we do for you here?” you asked, hoping that you would finally be afforded some answers as to why a figure from your past has reappeared without warning. 

“There’s rumors that this planet is going to be next on the list for a calculated Separatist attack, and we wanted to warn you that this could mean violence against your people.” 

“I don’t know what we can do to stop them,” you said softly. “Military power was never something we had in abundance, and I know that we have no intention or desire to join their cause.”

“We may be able to help with that,” Anakin said. He seemed to have warmed up to you after he learned that you and Obi-Wan had known each other for a long time. “The Republic can provide a team of soldiers to protect you and other government officials, as well as some form of protection around the planet as a whole, to hopefully keep any attacks from reaching you on the surface.” 

You nodded. It had always been the goal of your government to keep the war as far away from your people as possible (even though you were not technically neutral and donated whatever you could to the Republic’s war fund). If this warning were true, it meant that now your people would be move involved (against their wishes) should the war come to your doorsteps. But at the same time, if the Separatists were to attack and you did not have any kind of protection, it would mean the damage would be so much worse. 

“Thank you for letting us know,” you said. “If the Republic is willing, we would gladly accept your help.”

Both men nodded, and the two Jedi got up from where they were sitting. “If you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to reach out to us,” Obi-Wan said, a smile on his face. 

It then dawned on you that this meant they would be leaving, and you did not want to give up this chance to reconnect with your long lost friend. “Wait!” you said, getting up and walking towards them. “I can’t let you leave without first offering that you stay here longer. For a meal, perhaps?” 

Anakin began to shake his head. “I don’t-” 

“Please, I insist,” you countered, not even waiting for him to finish his thought. You needed a chance to talk to Obi-Wan and you couldn’t just let him leave, especially when there was a significant chance that you would never see him again. 

“As much as I wish we could stay, I’m afraid that we are needed elsewhere,” Obi-Wan said, and your heart dropped to the ground so quickly that you missed the clear regret in his voice. 

You forced a tight smile, trying not to let your disappointment show. “I understand.” 

But apparently the galaxy had decided to afford you this favor, because Anakin’s comm device began to beep as they were walking towards the door. He stepped out of the room, and suddenly you were alone with Obi-Wan. 

And maybe that was a bad thing, because you decided to do something so bold you wouldn’t have believed it if your future self had recounted the story to you three months prior. 

“I’ve always loved you, you know that?” you said, a soft smile on your face as you looked at him. Despite the fact that the two of you were no longer the fresh-faced children that used to hide away in the Senate building, you still saw that version of him every time you looked into his eyes. “And I’ve finally accepted that you can never say it back to me, but I couldn’t let this chance slip by without telling you, because every time I look at you I feel like you’re the solution to every problem I’ve ever had.” 

Your confession was clearly a shock, and you waited for the disgust to flash across his face. It was inevitable, or at least you thought it was. 

Because you were certainly not expecting him to reach out and take your hand. “I know you think I could never return your affections, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. When I found out that you were no longer living in the Senate district on Coruscant, it broke my heart because I thought for some reason you didn’t want to see me anymore,” he said. “And I’ve always kept my feelings bottled up inside me because I thought that’s what I had to do, but after seeing you again, I don’t think I could do that anymore even if I tried.”

“But-” you stammered, not sure if you were dreaming at this point. “You-” 

“Surely you remember the Jedi Master I trained under?” he asked, a smile on his face. “If there’s one thing I learned from Qui-Gon other than how to wield a lightsaber, it’s that the Jedi Code can sometimes be overlooked.” 

“So what does this mean?” you asked. “You can’t just leave the Order.” 

“I would leave the Order in a heartbeat for you,” he said. “And I have every intention to, when the war is over.” 

You smiled as a tear formed in your eye. You had always admired his sense of duty, and you still did, even if it was costing you precious moments with him. “So I’ll see you again?” 

He laughed quietly as he leaned in and placed the softest of kisses on your lips, and it was over way too quickly for you liking. “I’ll come find you the moment this is all over, how about that?”

You nodded, stealing another quick kiss before Anakin stepped back into the room. As you discreetly wiping a tear from your face, the two of you pulled away from each other before the other Jedi could suspect anything. 

And as you watched their transport ship take off, you couldn’t help but hope that Obi-Wan would be making good on his promise sooner rather than later.

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[clovermine13]

It's been awhile since an IF has managed to completely take over my brain in awhile so I decided to get a drawing of my @infamous-if MC Delilah Rose, commissioned from @inorheona, who always does a fantastic job.

OC Fun Facts below

Pansexual

100% has a praise kink, she wants to explore that more but the kind of sex she has doesn't usually leave much room for conversing.

Has been wildin' in the club since she broke up with Seven, like a lot, probably to much, maybe needs therapy. Definitely needs therapy

has a very particular Pen Preference and while she will use whatever is available, she might complain. Also, prefers to write in one of her many notebooks over her notes app.

She does drink, she does do drugs (Coke or Oxy depending on her mood) but tries to stay sober and makes sure her friends get home. Also, she sleeps around and would rather do that as sober as possible.

Has definitely written lyrics on the back of a one night stand. In sharpie, she was very sorry. She always dedicates that song to that poor women.

Would kill to play a rain show. She has a thing with rain storms.

Loves to read romance novels. especially fantasy ones, ESPECIALLY spicy ones. Its trash but she loves it.

Is she still actively in love with her ex, probably, is she planning on avoiding that with every fiber of her being, absolutely.

I like to think she is part of a VERY casual FWB situation with the lead singer of another band where they meet up when they are in the same place and send each other memes. For two rockstars, its pretty wholesome.

Would absolutely love to be in a committed relationship, monogamous or otherwise but is too afraid to even try.

Wants a big family, is looking forward to being an aunt, is convinced she is going to be a horrible mother, which isn't true but she doesn't think highly of herself, also she doesn't know how to balance her music and the relationships she has that aren't directly tied to her music and having a baby scares her. (She is very careful)

Is okay with the idea of being married but doesn't think it's necessary, catch her with her lover initial around her neck, or initials tattooed on her wrist.

Is super committed and very touchy in a relationship, really enjoys PDA but wants to keep as much of her relationship private as she can, just for them.

Will eventually write love songs but hasn't written one in a long time.

Is completely unaware of how she affects people, not is a mean way, she just doesn't think she is that important outside of her music. She is sweet, just sad and a bit oblivious. She is a sweetheart she just doesn't believe you really like her.

Says she is indifferent about her parents, that's kind of true, she still wishes they liked her (Head canon wise, I think her Dad does and wants to reconnect but at this point he doesn't know how and her Mom resents Delilah, she never wanted kids and D is aware of this. )

She is Chinese on her Dads side and Portuguese on her Moms. She is First Gen American and doesn't really know he extended family.

I think friends would call her D if nicknames ever become a thing.

Would love to have pets, maybe a bird or some bunnies. But she is literally never home.

Love language is a tie between Physical Touch/ Words of Affirmation

Loves pet names.

A pacifist unless she needs to fight then she can.

I like to think she has a lot of half baked talents like her parents put her in a ton of activities to keep her busy and supervised when she was young so she can sew, tie fancy knots, put up a tent, build a fire, has basic tap/ballet, karate and can raise goats and ride a horse.

Is an absolutely mid cook. She tries but generally hates cooking.

Has everyone's things in her apartment. Like she has a spare room and in that spare room is two dressers and a closet full of the bands stuff and they can sleep there whenever.

Has a top secret email that Fans can use to get in touch with her and there is a higher chance of getting a reply. Sometimes people use it as free therapy (She is not someone who should be giving advice) or different artistic pursuits, fanart, short stories. I think she has written songs based on short stories sent to her email, she gives them credit and dedicates those songs to the author. Has she received fanfic to this email.... Yes.

Is artistic and tends to work on other projects while idle. Right now she is crocheting a baby blanket.

Has so many belts.

Favourite Colour- Green

Favourite Show- Black Mirror

Favourite Movie- The Princess Bride.

I only create one MC per game. I am not a multiple MC girlie. So she will romance everyone but as an angsty, second chance romance girl, Seven is probably gonna be her main. (Although G is a close second.)

#infamous oc #infamous if #Spotify

[leoleolovesdc]

I would love to write a TTS essay explaining why Gothel isn’t Cassandra’s mother and Frederick and Arianna aren’t Rapunzel’s parents and the show’s insistence on pushing parent/child struggles into those characters is kind of really forced so that’s exactly what I’m gonna do:

(Disclaimer: this got really messy and is kind of a bunch of nonesense glued together, so read it with a bit of patiece lmao)

Rapunzel grew up for the first 18 years of her life with Gothel, when TTS starts she has been living with Fred and Ari for 6 months and it’s wild to me how Raps already calls them mom and dad, but I won’t judge this part, she wants to be their daughter and wants to be a family so it makes sense that she would call them that way regardless if it feels natural or not, but I think where the series really fails is when it starts (by the very first episode) to give Rapunzel and Frederick father-daughter struggles, which is complete bs if you ask me, those two don’t know each other. Rapunzel shouldn’t have a “oh, I can’t disobey my father” train of thought because she doesn’t even know him and therefore he isn’t her father, at least not yet. She shouldn’t be so trusting of his judgement of love for her because they don’t have intimacy and the fact that they are fighting and disagreeing so much after having just reconnected is wild. Arianna is not that important for the plot, but her relationship with Rapunzel being so unapologetically perfect also rubs me the wrong way. Rapunzel was ruined by her mother, she was abused her whole life and I don’t think she would just let anyone fulfill the role Gothel did without getting some therapy to unpack everything wrong that her mother, the one that actually raised her, did.

Rapunzel had a narcissistic mother, an awlful one who never loved her, but that doesn’t mean that she didn’t love Gothel. Raps lived her whole by that woman’s side, she loved her more than anything in the world and realizing the manipulation and abuse wouldn’t just immediately stop a person as kind and forgiving as Rapunzel to still love her like a mother, because like it or not Gothel raised her for 18 years. She wasn’t a good mother by any means but she was her mother nonetheless.

Another point is that at the end of season one Rapunzel goes away from Corona to explore, learn about the world and her own powers. I am not exactly sure how much time passes from the beginning to the end of s1 but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t more than 6 months, so Rapunzel lives with her bio parents for about a year and then goes straight into a one year long self discovery journey and you’re trying to tell me that she missed them? Not even just missed, but when she got hold of an artifact that showed what you waned the most what she saw were her biological parents and the people of Corona who in the first episode she claims to not remember the names of? That’s some real bs right there and I have no idea how the show runners thought this made any sort of sense. She doesn’t fucking know them, maybe she respects or care about her folks, but she couldn’t have possibly built this life long parent/child relationship that the show treats like she did.

Now, with Cassandra it’s a bit more complicated. She lived with Gothel for about four years of her life before being abandoned, but she very obviously didn’t remember any of this, either because she was too young or because she repressed those memories. Gothel didn’t seem to love Cass in the slightest, but because Cass grew up with only a emotionally distant father she longed for this reassurance that she was loved by a parent figure at some point in her life, she blames Rapunzel for everything that went wrong with her life, which can make sense but also is a bit awkward to sustain once you analyze the actual facts. Yes, Rapunzel and Eugene killed Gothel, but she didn’t mean to do that, it was Eugene’s plan and he only did it because Raps had literally agreed to be used and locked up from the real world for the rest of her life. Cass isn’t dumb, she would know better than lashing out at her friends for accidentally saving her from living with a narcissist who didn’t care about her. Gothel isn’t Cassandra’s mother, Cass doesn’t have a mother because she didn’t have anyone to actually raise her.

If I was to rewrite Tangled we’d have a very different approach to how bio parents are handled, especially Rapunzel’s. I don’t think she should be close to Arianna and Frederick at all, heck, I don’t even think she should call them mom and dad. Cause bear with me, if you randomly found ot you are adopted by the time you were 18 and actually went to live with your biological family for about a year do you think you’d even have this sort of intimacy and bond with them?

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[pamgkrthwrites]

Hello, can I please request some of some romantic general polyamorous Hcs of Pigsy & Tang x Single mom reader? (Can it be when they were all young adults? Also Reader has a son who isn’t Mk)

Reader has a very Tiger mom parenting style, outside of being a mom reader has an assertive and sassy personality. Has good intentions though and can be genuinely nice.

I'm going to try my best to avoid the stereotype of the tiger mom trope(that being emotionally neglectful of the child). Sorry for not focusing on the romantic parts of the relationship, I thought it was more needed to focus on the parental relationships.

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I want to say you met Pigsy before Tang met Pigsy, but you didn't start your relationship then. Pigsy and Tang start dating and you date another guy, become pregnant, and he leaves you when you are 5 months pregnant.

Considering you are a Tiger Mom, I'm going to assert that your job is either banking or business. Either way, you deal with new businesses that are either wanting a loan or wanting help with their start-up. That's how you end up reconnecting with Pigsy and meeting Tang.

I don't think you would be managing Pigsy's case, as it would be seen as you doing a favour for an old friend. I think you'd just see him come in for a meeting and you two catch up after his meeting. After that, you two end up becoming close again. You meet Tang, see that they are engaged, and Pigsy finds out about your child and failed relationship with your baby daddy.

I think in this situation, you put relationships on the back burner, but Pigsy and Tang would make it known to you and your child that if your child needs a place to be after school they'll watch them at the noodle shop. That's how I think you three end up becoming closer. I think it would take your kid calling Pigsy dad and Tang pop for either of your three to really consider dating.

Pigsy respects you wanting your child to focus on school, but does want you to be a little more open about letting them explore their passion. While Tang would help them with homework if ever needed. Pigsy and Tang follow your lead on how you parent your kid, but are maybe more relaxed about it.

I do think the two's feelings about parenting will change once Pigsy adopts MK though. They push for MK to follow his creative passions and suggest you to do the same for your own kid.

#lmk x reader #pigsy x reader #tang x reader #freenoddles x reader #polyamorous #polyamourous #poly #poly x reader