#cw parent mention

[scarlet-bee]

I fucking love when my little sisters use words without knowing what they mean. Today one of them was mad at my dad, and angrily said "Daddy is so cringe!"

#i laughed so fucking hard #m #cw father mention #cw parent mention

[voidselfshipp]

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#i am in a bad spot mentally. i am way too fucking upset to cope #fucking parents and fucking trauma that they dont want to recognize they causes you #im fucking done. #void vents #cw parent mention #tw parent mention #cw trauma mention #tw trauma mention #ask to tag

[steddieas-shegoes]

cw: discussion of past parental death due to overdose, mention of drug use

Steve stumbled upon the article when he was helping Robin collect articles for a project for her Industry Studies course.

He didn’t think much of reading about another small time musician getting caught up with the wrong crowd, and overdosing or getting in a drunk driving accident. It seemed like a pretty common theme. It was terrible, sad, horrible, but he’d seen about 30 stories like that in the last two days and he was kind of getting numb to it all.

Until he saw the name Munson.

Until a picture of a woman with long, curly hair and Eddie’s smile stared back at him next to a headline that read: “Kentucky Country Queen Dead at 27.”

He read the article with tears in his eyes.

Elizabeth “El” Munson, a hopeful country singer and guitarist, was found dead in her home by her six year old son, Edward. The boy reportedly tried calling his father at work with no luck before finally calling his uncle, Wayne Munson.

Toxicology reports show that she overdosed on multiple illegal substances. At this time, it is believed to have been accidental and no foul play is suspected.

It has now been made clear that Elizabeth was seeking a divorce from her husband, Al Munson, but had not been successful as lawyers were unable to locate him until her funeral. Their son has been put in the care of Wayne until further notice.

Robin found him 20 minutes later, staring at the page with swollen, red eyes. She took the paper, read the article, and put it back in the files wordlessly.

“I don’t think he wants us to know,” she finally said.

She was probably right.

But Steve had grown pretty close to Eddie over the last six months, had opened up to him about his parents, his fake friends, his concussions and nightmares. Eddie had started opening up to him, too.

He thought he had, anyway.

He told him about how his mom died when he was young and his dad was awful so he moved in with Wayne. He told him about how his dad appeared every couple years looking for money or a place to stay and Wayne always turned him away.

But he never really talked about his mom, always said he barely remembered her.

Did he know what happened?

——

Steve asked Wayne the next morning.

He’d come by to pick Eddie up for a day with the kids, but Eddie hadn’t set his alarm and was still asleep.

Perfect opportunity to find out more.

“So. Eddie’s mom.”

Wayne tensed over his plate of toast and scrambled eggs. He didn’t look up, just took another bite of food.

“Does he know how she died?”

“Do you?”

“Newspaper said overdose,” Steve tapped his fingers nervously against his thigh. “Says Eddie found her.”

“Trauma messes with your memory.”

It was final, a statement that left Steve with more questions, but a certainty that he’d get no answers.

“Yeah.” He gulped. “I’ve heard.”

——

Steve doesn’t bring it up to Eddie for a while.

He figured Wayne’s reaction said a lot about what Eddie knew or would be willing to share.

But they were a little high and alone and Eddie’s hand was warm in his and his filter was broken.

“I’m sorry you had to be the one to find your mom.”

The air around them was thick. The silence was deafening.

“Me too.”

Eddie’s voice was quiet, nothing like his usual playful tone.

Steve immediately wanted to put this conversation in reverse, pretend his curiosity didn’t matter.

“I’m sorry.”

Eddie moved closer to Steve, his arm a constant pressure against Steve’s. His head leaned against Steve’s shoulder.

“Wayne doesn’t know I know how she died. He doesn’t know I know my dad gave her bad drugs, convinced her all the up and coming musicians were doing a new strain of heroin. She’d kicked him out of the house,” Eddie’s breath caught. “She shouldn’t have let him come back that day. I heard them arguing before I left for school. She told him she was finding a manager and recording an album and that she was divorcing him. I didn’t know what that meant, but I knew it was bad.”

“Eds, you don’t have to tell me.”

“I know, Stevie. But you know everything else.” Eddie’s face turned until his nose and mouth were pressed against Steve’s arm. “I went to school. Didn’t think about it. Figured my dad would be gone when I got home and might come back in a few days once they cooled off. But when I got home, he was gone and my mom’s bedroom door was closed. And I opened it and there she was.”

Steve turned so he was face to face with Eddie, cupping his jaw and rubbing his thumb along his cheek in encouragement.

“I don’t even know why I tried calling the store first. I didn’t even know if he still worked there. But then I called Wayne and it’s like he just knew.” Eddie’s eyes closed for a moment. “Don’t think he’d ever gotten to our house so quick.”

“Did he know all this?”

“He knew enough. I stayed with him and then my dad gave up his rights. Lied to the counselor about what I knew so Wayne wouldn’t freak. Kept it up for a while,” Eddie let out a small exhale that slightly resembled a laugh. “I read the article about eight years ago. A kid in my class made a joke about me being an orphan because of the drug problem in America as if he even knew what that meant and I decided to see what the newspaper reported.”

“Do you play because of her?” Steve asked.

Eddie blinked back at him.

“I play for a lot of reasons. But I started because of her, yeah,” he whispers. “You’re the first person to ask me that instead of give me that look of pity.”

“I’m sad about how it happened, but giving you pity doesn’t change it. I’d rather hear how it changed you,” Steve whispered back.

They were close, legs intertwined, hands touching bare skin under shirts and on faces and necks.

“It changed everything for me. Wayne packed us up and moved us here as soon as he legally could. Probably for the best. Well,” Eddie gave a small smile. “Definitely for the best. Wouldn’t be here with you if he hadn’t.”

“Do you ever go back?” Steve did his best to ignore the fluttering in his stomach.

“Her birthday every year. She’s got a nice spot near her mom.” Eddie bit his lip. “It’s actually coming up in a couple weeks. Maybe you could come with me?”

“Me? Are you sure?”

Eddie nodded. “If it doesn’t weird you out that I talk to her. I like to give her updates on my life, Wayne’s life, music. Think she’d find it quite funny that I bring the guy I’ve had a crush on for two years.”

It takes a minute for the words to sink in.

“Two years?” Steve’s lips curled up into a smile. “I hope I live up to expectations.”

“I think she’d like you. She’d definitely make fun of me for having a boyfriend who wears polos though.”

“Is that how you’d introduce me?”

“If you’re okay with it.” Eddie leaned his forehead against Steve’s. “I know we haven’t talked about what we-“

Steve pressed his lips to Eddie’s, nearly knocking their noses together painfully in the process.

After the initial shock, they both relaxed into the kiss.

“I’d love to go. As your boyfriend,” Steve said after pulling away for air. “What was her favorite flower?”

“Gardenias. Always wore perfume that smelled like it. Why?”

“Because I have to impress her, right?”

“You realize she’s not gonna actually see or hear you? She’s definitely dead.”

Steve snorted. “I know. But she can still have nice things. Maybe us bringing her nice things in death is a way to apologize for the not nice things she had in life.”

“You’re a pretty incredible boyfriend, sweetheart.” Eddie kissed the tip of his nose. “And you now know more than Wayne, so it’s time for a pinky promise.”

Steve giggled before holding up his pinky. “I swear I won’t tell Wayne anything.”

“And you’ll kiss me whenever I want…”

“That’s a guarantee.”

“And you’ll let me win at Go Fish…”

“Not a chance, Eds.”

Eddie laughed. “Worth a try.”

Steve curled his pinky against Eddie’s. “So do you think she’d like me?”

“Oh. Oh god. She’d love you. You’re exactly who she’d want for me,” Eddie rolled his eyes when Steve flipped his hair back confidently. “And she’d braid your hair every night while you gossiped and sipped tea.”

“And what would you do?”

“Probably just soak it in. Appreciate having her and you around. You’ll just have to gossip with Wayne.”

“Wayne doesn’t strike me as-“

“Oh, he’s got you fooled! He’s a worse gossip than the ladies at the hair salon. Just ask him about the mailbox at the end of the road sometime. Make sure you’ve got an hour to spare.”

“Really?” Steve’s eyes lit up. “Is he home now?”

Eddie pulled Steve forward until he was flush against his front. “No and I have much better plans than gossiping with my uncle.”

“Oh?” Steve’s brow raised.

“It involves my bed and handcuffs. You in?”

“Hopefully you’re in.”

“God, you’re ridiculous. C’mon, now I’m even harder from your stupid flirting,” Eddie sat up and tugged until Steve followed. “Can’t believe this is how my night’s going.”

“Believe it, baby.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #picturing Eddie’s mom as someone similar musically to Wanda Jackson #she was big in her part of Kentucky #might’ve made it even if not for Eddie’s dad #cw: parent death #cw: mention of overdose #cw: mention of drug use #first kiss #getting together #angst with a happy ending #sorry for the sad part #they kissed about it at the end tho

[incognitopolls]

"Abusive" includes forms of abuse like physical, mental, emotional, or any other form.

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We ask your questions so you don’t have to! Submit your questions to have them posted anonymously as polls.

#polls #incognito polls #anonymous #tumblr polls #tumblr users #questions #polls about relationships #submitted dec 12 #parents #growing up #childhood #abuse mention #tw abuse mention #cw abuse #abuse tw

[hajihiko]

Family Business

#Fuyuhiko kuzuryu #Kazuichi Souda #Sdr2 #Super danganronpa 2 #Danganronpa 2 #An art #Because... both their family situations... #Kaz with his dad and Hiko with his parents (and natsumi even?? ) #I'm never sure how to interpret Fuyuhiko's family situation what does 'in the aftermath' mean was it deliberate #Kaz only mentions it offhand but yea. Boys u could bond over this silliest #CW abuse #abuse mention #child abuse mention #Lmk if I should tag more

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I chased my abusive father on a pogo stick through an American suburb (he was also on a pogo stick) with malicious intent.

#dream #abuse tw #child abuse tw #abuse mention #abusive parent #parental abuse cw

[tarucore]

screenshotting this one bc I can acknowledge that I’ve got shipper goggles on and op isn’t about that life which is fair but

I feel like batfam fans misunderstand the term parentification a lot and conflate it with Dick filling a parental role for his siblings, which might be part of the “oldest daughter syndrome” that’s so often pinned on him but that isn’t what parentification actually means

If I say that Dick Grayson was parentified, then that isn’t referring to him taking care of his siblings, it refers to the way Bruce treated him. As someone capable of taking care of his emotional needs and not as the child in need of care in the relationship

Parentification is a term that’s been around for decades, and while having to care for younger siblings might be a part of the definition, it focuses mostly on the role reversal of the parent-child dynamic. I’m not going to get into the psychology of it but being parentified has very little to do with if he actually acted as a parent for his siblings and everything to do with if he acted as a parent for Bruce

This is honestly why I prefer the term spouseification, which is less ambiguous than the term parentification and I feel accurately describes their “equal” relationship and the type of emotional abuse that Dick went through

Also from what I’ve read, Dick doesn’t act as a parental figure for any of his siblings except for Damian. While he might have given extra emotional support to Tim due to Bruce being Bruce, Dick still fits solidly into an older brother role. I’m not even going to touch on Dick’s relationship with Jason which is too weak to even be considered fraternal never mind parental

#cw abuse #cw emotional abuse #dick grayson analysis #dickie bird #idk why I went off like this but parentification really has nothing to do with the siblings #like that’s not the psychological term #eldest daughter syndrome is mostly a pop psychology thing #it might be a real phenomenon that is heavily influenced by parentification but they aren’t synonyms #I’m hesitantly tagging this #brudick #just because I mentioned I ship them and want to do anyone that blocks that tag the courtesy of ignoring me #bruce wayne #and another thing!!!! i don’t consider dick’s relationship with damian negatively at all #it was extreme circumstances as comic books often are and they have a very healthy parent/child relationship from what i’ve seen #*

[comic-art-showcase]

Batman by Alvaro Martínez Bueno

#alvaro martinez bueno #batman #dc #parent death tw #tw parent death #parent death cw #cw parent death #parent death mention

[thecruellestmonth]

Do you guys really believe that killing is the singular bad thing that cops do?

Or even that killing is the most frequent bad thing that cops do?

Are you saying that if cops didn't kill, then they'd be the same as Batman? Because then you're suggesting that effectively Batman already is a cop, with the exception that he hasn't killed (just like the majority of U.S. cops, who have never once shot or killed anybody).

I'm a bit worried to see opinions suggesting that only killing is wrong—and that violence, stalking, and humiliation are okay. In real-life, police commit countless acts of those "little" abuses, terrorizing entire communities, before they murder anybody.

Invading people's privacy is wrong. Hurting people to the point of hospitalization is wrong. Forcibly drugging people is wrong. Putting people in cages is wrong. Torture and "enhanced interrogation" are wrong. Ambushing people in their homes and safe places is wrong. Keeping inexhaustible wealth is wrong.

Superhero comics are power fantasies. Not all fantasies need to reflect our ideology in reality. But once you apply your real-life values to fiction, once you decide that fiction showcases exemplary real-life ideology—then your praise for Batman's ideology does become a worrying reflection of your real-life understanding of social issues.

#copaganda #Bruce Wayne critical #GCPD #fandom discourse #Batman copaganda #police brutality cw #Almost sorry to drag serious discussion of copaganda into ridiculous superhero comics but I swear the other guys started it first... #To be clear I'm completely disinterested in condemning or interrogating Bruce over his personal choice not to kill. #But I am so fascinated in how he justifies his own use of violence and privilege!!! So very very fascinated!! #Once again: LESLIE THOMPKINS IS RIGHT. #Actually I'm not gonna tag this post as @nti Bruce W@yne--because really I enjoy canon Bruce a hell of a lot more than his stans do lol. #Sorry but Batman isn't a darling anti-cop revolutionary. If he were then he'd get in line behind Green Arrow and like the Invisibles. #I mean maybe The Audio Adventures version is anti cop but still in a free-market libertarian power fantasy kind of way if you can dig that. #violence mention cw #murder mention cw #fandom drama #This is why Cheer doesn't work because Red Hood realizes 'Oh I don't want kids to lose their parents like I lost mine-- #--therefore I won't murder anymore. It's time to put my faith in the system. 👼👼👼' #Jason sweetie... you lost your father firstly to criminalization and incarceration for property crime. #You lost your mother to poverty and addiction. You are actually not like Batdaddy and your trauma is not a mere echo of his trauma. #Batman discourse

[bethanyactually]

Nancy and Ace gathered with all their friends...surrounded by white flower petals...entwining their arms and drinking...kissing in front of witnesses........feels pretty matrimonial

#lotta symbolism there is all I'm saying #not to mention when ace asked where's the first place you wanna go after the curse is lifted #and she immediately mentioned her parents' HONEYMOON god #nancy drew spoilers #the danger of the hopeful sigil #nancy drew cw

[starsfic]

Why PDA is Banned from Pigsy's Noodles

Summary:

Qi Xiaotian and Red Son have confessed to each other and are happily in love. Maybe a bit too happy, in Pigsy and Tang's opinions.

A cute request from @godsofthecatz, starring Spicynoodles being sappily in love and Freenoodles also being sappily in love while also embarrassing their darling son.

AO3

Ko-Fi

-_-

The Zhu family was not shy about showing affection.

Pigsy had watched his siblings and cousins exchange pet names and kisses with their romantic partners and his own parents giggling and kissing over a bowl of noodles. His grandfather had died before he had been born, but he had seen the pictures. His grandmother made up for it with cheek kisses, hair ruffles, and food.

That was fine. Pigsy enjoyed it. He was glad his family members were happy. It showed him how a happy couple acted and what to keep in mind for his relationship. He just didn’t feel like doing public displays of affection.

Tang was also reserved. Unless he was trying to be annoying or get food. Most of the time, they saved stuff beyond light pecks and hand-holding for the privacy of their apartment.

(Pigsy’s favorite had to be dancing in the kitchen as they waited for food to cook, softly exchanging kisses and laughs. Tang had the cutest fucking giggles.)

“My prince!”

“Hello, sunshine.”

However, their son was different.

Pigsy sighed as Xiaotian jumped over the counter to scoop up Red and twirl around, the Monkie Kid and the Demon Bull prince laughing merrily. “At least he’s happy,” Tang said as Red leaned down and planted a smooch on Xiaotian’s lips. He winced at the loud smacking noise. “Really happy.”

Pigsy nodded. In the mess of cleaning up after Azure’s attempted conquest and figuring out that Sun Wukong was technically his magic (sperm?) donor, Red Son had confessed to Qi Xiaotian. He had no idea why the prince had thought that was a good time. However, it didn’t seem to matter. Xiaotian had perked up like a delighted sunflower and had proceeded to be delighted for weeks now.

If only that delight didn’t come with almost obnoxiously loud makeout sessions, hands everywhere even when Xiaotian was trying to clean or, gods forbid, serve food, and the pet names.

Xiaotian carried Red over to their usual booth and set him down, leaning over to kiss his forehead. That didn’t seem to be enough for Red, gripping his head and guiding him down to plant another firm kiss on his lips. Pigsy turned to start chopping the peppers just to avoid the smacking lips, and when he turned back, Xiaotian was hovering at the window. He was going to ignore the smear of red lipstick across his lips. “Hi, Pigsy. Babydoll wants his-”

“Regular order, extra spicy?” Pigsy said. He knew the schedule by now. “And I’m guessing you want to take your lunch break again now?” It was only when Xiaotian nodded that the pet name hit. “Babydoll?”

“Yeah!” Xiaotian’s tail- wow that was weird to say- started to wag back and forth even as a sheepish smile twisted his mouth. “I mean, Red loves being called baby…”

“I didn’t need to know that.”

“And he’s as pretty as a doll!”

“Uh-huh.” Pigsy tried his best not to roll his eyes. Babydoll wasn’t the worst pet name in the world. But it had to be the cheesiest in the ones his son and his suitor exchanged. It was almost like a competition.

“Aw, come on!” Xiaotian whined, leaning forward with a pout. “Red and I aren’t that bad.”

Oops. “I know, kid.” Pigsy reached up and patted his hand. “I’m glad you have someone who makes you happy. That’s all I ever wanted for you.”

“I know.” Xiaotian pulled his hand away, his pout twisting into a teasing grin. “But at least we’re not as bad as you and Tang are.”

And with that, Xiaotian marched over to plant a kiss right on Red’s lips.

-_-

The words didn’t sink in until Pigsy was washing dishes after dinner.

Clatter. Water splashed over his front. Pigsy didn’t notice it, more focused on the absolute lie. “Did he say we were as bad as them?!”

Tang looked up from his book. “I thought you were just ignoring that!”

“He did say that?!”

“He did!” Tang shut his book and turned, a mocking laugh slipping through his teeth. “You rolled your eyes, and he saw it! Then he spat out that and…” Tang facepalmed. “I don’t know what he was thinking. He knows us!”

“I bet Red Son thinks that about us.” Pigsy threw his sponge down with a huff. “Have you seen Iron Fan and DBK? Total ice couple.”

“Now, now, let’s not think the worst of Xiaotian’s in-laws.” Tang folded his hands in his lap, looking prim and proper. “I also know what it’s like to sleep with a giant animal…” Pigsy huffed, feeling his face go hot. Ever since Zhu Bajie had taken over, it had been easier and easier to go into his true form. “And I have to keep my love for you contained all day so I don’t do something ridiculous. If I was in her place with a giant bull around all the time? I would go full Ice Queen…”

A lightbulb clicked on.

“What did you say?”

“I would go full Ice Queen?”

“No, no…” Pigsy turned his hand back. “Before that?”

“If I was in her place?”

“Before that.”

Tang raised a brow. “I have to keep my love for you contained…oh.” Tang’s smile stretched his face in a menacing gleam. Most would fear it. Pigsy nodded as delight shot up his spine, feeling his own evil smile twist his face. “Oh, I see what you’re thinking.” The scholar pulled himself off the couch and practically sashayed over, pushing himself into Pigsy’s arms. “I love when you have an evil plan.”

“I love you.” Just like what Red had done, Pigsy leaned over and planted a nice kiss on Tang’s lips. The instant he did, his partner laughed- the cute giggle that came with every affectionate touch, not the evil cackle from before. “And you have an adorable laugh.”

Peals of cute giggles were still escaping Tang. “Really?” he asked when they finally calmed.

“Really. I’m not just saying that to embarrass our son.” Pigsy kissed his cheek for another cute giggle. “You have the cutest fucking laugh.”

“Oh, stop it, my laugh isn’t that cute.” Tang pushed away, biting his lip to contain more of those cute giggles.

“No way,” Pigsy pulled him back and undid Tang’s scarf, exposing both his mating mark and his plain of unmarked skin. As he began to trail kisses down Tang’s neck, he could feel his partner shiver. “You tell me all the time how great my true form and all the other stuff is, you’re not gonna let me do the same?”

Tang whined as he pulled away. “We gotta plan how to do this.”

“And then we’re gonna makeout?” Hickies would help embarrass Xiaotian, but Pigsy also really wanted to kiss Tang some more. “I really wanna hear more of those giggles.”

“Absolutely…” Tang sighed. “With more giggling, since you like it so much.”

Pigsy fist-pumped. “Yes.”

Hopefully, they could actually make up a plan.

-_-

“...uh…are Tang and Pigsy…?”

“Ignore them.” Xiaotian’s face was muffled by the wood, faceplanted right in front of the nice tea set Red had gotten him a few weeks ago. “Please, just…ignore them. If we ignore them, they’ll quit it.” Long Xiaojiao raised a brow at her bestie’s condition. Knowing the scene in the kitchen, she was surprised he hadn’t climbed under the table.

Clear in the kitchen window, Tang and Pigsy were doing a dance between making out and actually cooking. At least, Pigsy was. Tang was more focused on trying to goose Pigsy or slip a hand into his shirt. Whimpers and moans of pet names drifted out.

“C’mon, Lovebug, I’m cooking~”

“You’re making me cook, Pugsy-Wugsy…”

Xiaojiao felt that brow raise more. “Lovebug? Pugsy-Wugsy?”

Xiaotian whined even louder.

“Eh, they’re not as bad as my parents.” Red sipped his cup of tea, ignoring the raised brows aimed at him. “I walked in on them having sex at the breakfast table.” His eyes grew distant and glazed, scarred with the trauma. “It took them several hours to realize I didn’t join them for breakfast.”

Xiaotian reached over with a trembling hand. Red gripped it tight. “I’m sorry that happened to you, Babydoll.”

“Eh,” Red blinked to let a smile form. “I’m just looking forward to when we can embarrass our children with what a loving relationship looks like.” He pulled Xiaotian’s hand up and pressed a kiss to the knuckles. “The same way your parents are doing to us.”

Xiaotian felt a flustered smile form, both at Red’s words and the kiss on his knuckles. “I’m lucky to have them show me what a loving relationship looks like, even if it gets a bit much.”

“Aww…” 

The trio turned at Tang’s coo. He and Pigsy were hunched behind the counter, clearly staring at them. The moment the duo realized that they were being stared at, Tang snapped up and grabbed Pigsy into a frantic kiss. Pigsy yelped, his words muffled by Tang’s lips.

“Tang…Tang…Tang…the wok is on-!”

“You’re setting me on fire-”

“The wok is ON FIRE!” Pigsy shoved Tang away and sprinted out of view, probably to grab a fire extinguisher. “I’M MORE THAN HAPPY TO GIVE YOU ALL MY LOVE, BUT MOVE!”

As Tang screamed and ducked away from the white foam, Red sighed.

“Hopefully, with fewer explosions.”

#LMK #Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid #Spicynoodles #Spicynoodleshipping #Freenoodles #Freenoodleshipping #Pigsy #Tang #Qi Xiaotian #Long Xiaojiao #Red Son #cw: mentions of sex #cw: mentions of walking in on parents #my writing

[wield-the-mighty-pen]

Adrien Agreste as Family Line By Conan Gray

#jdfasklfjasklfj was listening to this song #and it just fits him so well #cw: angst #angst #adrien needs a hug #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #adrien agreste angst #can i tag emilie if she's just inferred and not actually mentioned #eh ill refrain #conan gray #family line #miraculous ladybug #mlb #miraculous #ml #gabriel agrestes a+ parenting #also do i know why the last gif looks strange? #no. but im too tired to fix it

[yardsards]

also. amber gris as a character is really important to me as an appalachian.

not just her accent or the specific type of person justin based her off of but like

the feeling of losing someone to addiction/overdose while the government does nothing to help, just criminalizes and stigmatizes and makes things worse. which obviously happens in more places than just around here, but we have one of the highest rates of overdose death in the whole country and that whole set of scenes felt like they were really informed by growing up around that

#eliot posts #taz #taz ethersea #the adventure zone #amber gris #drugs cw #death mention #i've made posts like this and deleted them cuz i never feel like i'm wording it just right but just. god. #i'm lucky enough to have never been addicted or to have a best friend or immediate family member die from it #but i've lost or nearly lost extended family to it #and it's like. #my own accent isn't that thick and neither is my immediate family's or best friends' #but i've known ppl who talked like her. #specifically a man named larry who lived with us when we were real young #for some reason especially the way amber says ''come on'' just always reminds me so strongly of larry's voice. he said that phrase a lot #he was the one who taught me to tie my shoes even after my parents lost patience with me for being 'too old' to not understand #he drank excessively like my dad did but he never got mean with us kids #he came and went a few times over the years. the final time he left was when i was in late elementary #he died of an overdose when i was in high school. i didn't feel much of anything at the time. #it had been so long since i'd seen him but also i was at a point in my life where i'd've been numb to big emotions like that anyway #so my parents got drunk about it and i did nothing. just went to school and shit as usual. #i did not expect those feelings to get dredged up by a goddamned comedy dnd podcast #but they did it well i think #even though i had to pause it to take a breather multiple times. i enjoyed it overall. cathartic i guess?

[anthonyzoxide]

Going to start watching Empires SMP season 1 with a friend later today and it has just hit me that I will be 'intellectually' discussing the Lore of a guy with the name Mythical J. Sausage throughout the near future. Okay.

#Empires SMP #MythicalSausage #I'm usually quite desensitized to the Gamer Alias NamesTM #But I can't desensitize myself to Sausage #It's so silly why is he named that #(I don't want to know) #Mythical J. Sausage is a beautiful name for a baby boy. Or girl #Did his parents hate him or what #I'd consider tagging this as CW Suggestive for the obvious joke #But that implies that I'd have to tag every mention of Sausage as suggestive #(Or maybe that's what he would want...)

[argylepiratewd]

Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale, Original Child(ren) of Aziraphale and Crowley Additional Tags: South Downs Cottage, Retirement, Post-Canon, Kid Fic, Babies, Post Mpreg, (or really Post Man-Shaped-Beingpreg), Ineffable Family February 2024, Baby Wearing

For @ineffablefamfeb SFW prompt #1: babywearing

Retirement and a baby. Crowley still doesn't quite believe that this is his life now.

#good omens #aziraphale x crowley #crowley #aziraphale #ineffablefamfeb #ineffable family february #ineffable parents #ineffable family #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #cw pregnancy mention #tw pregnancy mention

[thylaseraph]

JANUARY, 1995

It’s a shooting day and Dean’s ears are ringing with the pop of the .22 that’s growing heavy in his hands. At Bobby’s house he always has to wear earmuffs when he shoots; usually Dean complains because they look stupid, but right now his ears are so frozen he’s wishing he had a pair of his own.

He points the muzzle at the ground and shakes his head out, cupping a stiff hand to his cheek. There’s exactly zero blood flow happening in his face, and the cold makes each shot ring out so loudly he has to try not to flinch. And his socks are wet. Pretty miserable shit.

John’s on his way back from replacing the target, face grim.

“How’d I do?” Dean calls. Too loud, judging from the way his dad scowls.

“You’re blowing through ammo and you only got six on the page.”

Dean slumps. “Crap.”

“Yeah, it is. You need to get your shit together, I can tell your heart isn’t in this. You reload yet?”

Dean sniffles, even though he can’t feel his nose, either. “No.”

“No?”

“No, sir.”

“So get going. Show me you can do better.”

Dean’s fingers feel like ten useless icicles. He slides the chamber open and clink-clink-clinks ten bullets inside, then carefully closes the action. The Beretta is a testy bitch that jams constantly. Dad only trusts it for training and seems likely to chuck it soon.

He barely seems affected by the chill. Mostly he looks bored. “Go on and take a few steps forward. Ladies’ tee until you get ‘em all on the page, and then we’ll think about moving you back again.”

Dean’s skin crawls with embarrassment and he wants to protest—he could do better if it were warmer and if he weren’t so tired already—but obediently he moves closer to the target.

“Alright.”

He raises the gun and clicks the safety off. He’s probably more cautious with it than John cares, but he’d rather be safe than sorry.

The target is a sheet of paper with orange circles pinned to a stump surrounded by casings. He lines the center up in his sight and then aims a little lower to compensate because the Beretta shoots high. God, if Dean could get his hands on that ivory-grip Colt, he’d die happy.

He empties her out, gets about nine bullets on the page. Four of them land tight in the center. The stray shot is only because he overcorrected his aim at first.

He turns back to his dad with a grin on his face, feeling pretty proud. There’s a pleasant buzz of warm feeling in his nose and eartips along with the ringing in his ears as he traipses back to the ammo box. “Not so crappy, huh?”

John shakes his head. “Dunno where you learned to be such a brag.”

“What am I supposed to be, humble? Pass.” He squats by the box, breathing on his numb hands before delicately picking up the bullets. “Hard pass.”

“Being humble is what keeps you alive. Nine out of ten only seems good on a target that doesn’t move. It isn’t your best—or it shouldn’t be.” John’s silence is as unforgiving as his voice. Dean watches his words sink through the winter air like smoke.“We stay here until you can actually hit what you’re aiming at.”

Through no fault of his own, Dean’s mouth is suddenly letting loose the complaint he’s been trying to hold in. “Come on, give me a break, Dad. It’s freezing, and I’m tired, and I’m about to have frostbite on my carpal tunnel. I feel like I can barely pull the damn trigger!”

His father’s boots crush against the frozen ground louder than a gun. He looks up quickly, stomach dropping. Dad and his rifle make a stark silhouette against the cold white sky above.

“You don’t ever speak to me like that again. You sound like your brother, like some insolent child, not a man I’d trust with my weapon. I know I taught you better than this. When lives depend on you, are you still gonna be making excuses? Are you gonna be whining about the weather when it’s your bad aim that gets somebody killed? Is it gonna be the trigger’s fault when you get yourself killed?”

“No, sir,” Dean replies, heart beating in his throat.

“You’re laughing, you’re fucking around, I can see you’re not taking this seriously. You still don’t understand the stakes. Think about Sam—you know whose fault it’ll be if you can’t take care of him or the lives you say you want to protect?”

“My fault, sir. Dad, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry. Don’t be begging for respect when you haven’t earned it. The only reason we’re still out here is you. You being cold and tired right now is on you. This is all in your control. Your life is in your own hands, nobody else’s. Do you understand that?”

His eyes are so heavy.

Dean nods and looks down, unable to speak. He is so stupid.

The dry air is hurting his head; he won’t be surprised if they get back to the cabin and find Sam with a bloody nose. Kid’s got a fragile sinus. The sooner Dean makes this, the sooner they can get back. He loads fast.

“Sam told me that you went hunting,” John says, tone slipping back to conversational.

“Yeah,” Dean says, grateful as he slides the clip home. “Bobby showed us how to do animal calls.”

“Being able to hunt and eat what you’ve killed is important. For when you have to keep yourself fed, but for building character, too. A hunter should be able to hunt.”

“And fish,” Dean adds. “Hey, we should go again soon.”

John nods, the barest hint of warmth. “My point is, everything you need to survive should be in your power. Your gun is your second most important tool after grit. Even when you won’t know if you will survive, you have to know that you can survive.”

Dean nods, and after a few seconds of silence, he supplies, “Bobby makes good venison chili.” He doesn’t mention that Bobby specifically said John was not invited to any of his suppers.

“You get one?” John asks. “A deer?”

Dean stands slowly, thumbing the safety. He doesn’t click it off, yet, and he keeps it pointed at the ground. Like Bobby keeps cussing him out about. “Not yet.”

“Why not?”

Dean’s mouth is sour, the pit in his stomach is growing again, and somehow he’s sweating. John sounds like he knows the answer why.

Dean clicks the safety off and Dad doesn’t even look twice, just waits. Dean walks back to his spot and gets into position. Behind him, John sighs. He sounds so tired.

“If you can’t even kill a deer, how do you think you’re gonna be able to shoot things that look human?”

Dean aims at the target and tries to breathe. The freeze is in his lungs, now, January’s teeth seizing his insides so every inhale is sharp. The target wavers in his sight as he tries to keep his hands still. It’s just an orange circle. Just a tree stump. Just practice, so he’s fine.

He exhales slowly, finger curling around the trigger. He’s fine and he’s got this.

“I mean, what am I supposed to think, Deanna,” John says lowly, voice pinched with disappointment, “you tell me you want me to treat you like a man, but you can’t even—”

Dean fires, ten rounds in steady, thundering succession until the ringing in his ears drowns out the sound of the chamber clicking empty.

The target is in tatters. He thinks they all landed.

His chest is still tight, and raw, and like maybe something has shaken loose or broken free. With shaking hands, he zips up his jacket, and then he turns and walks to his father’s side.

“It’s Dean,” he says thinly. He clears his throat and adds, “Sir.”

John’s looking at him and Dean can’t make out what’s going on behind his eyes. After a moment he nods, and then jerks his head toward their gear. “Pack up.”

As Dean’s cleaning up—collecting fallen casings and discarded targets, and making sure every gun is unloaded and every safety is on because Sam always pokes around even when they tell him not to—John claps him on the shoulder. His voice is soft again.

“I’m just worried about you, I need you to know that. I want you to be able to take care of yourself and Sammy when I’m not around. This world is mean, and cold, and it’ll tear you apart. I can be hard on you kids…I push you too hard, I know it, and it still won’t be enough to keep you safe. And that kills me.”

John cups the back of his head. Dean meets his eyes and sees a world in there that he can’t begin to fathom. “You did good today, Dean, really good. I don’t want you to think I have any doubts—about how strong you are, and how brave. And I trust I can depend on you, son.”

Somewhere inside Dean, a knot loosens, like he’s finally been allowed to breathe a little. It’s good.

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