#he is the textbook definition of helicopter parent

[ughgoaway]

your lil sick matty blurb makes me think of the first time baby annie is sick and just fussy and restless and matty being a new dad absolutely does not know what to do (throwback to annie chest wrap blurb where absolutely everyone gets involved eventually) i think he calls adam late at night slightly panicked because she won’t stop crying and she feels warm and he doesn’t know if he should take her to the hospital (it’s literally a cold and a slight fever) anywayyyyy, i have many many thoughts on this goodbye

VVVVVVVVV yes I adore this. I just know he is freaking tf out the whole time. He hears her cough once and is just staring at her constantly.

He's standing over the crib watching her, listening out for a cough or sniffle, but she seems to be alright… For now, anyway.

Eventually, he sleeps in Annie's room, sitting on a chair in the corner. He's not quite ready to leave her alone yet.

It's then that he finally understands the concept of a mother's intuition.

But 20 minutes later, a scream wakes him right up, and baby Annie is just crying endlessly. She clearly feels poorly, and Matty just doesn't know what to do :((

He rocks her in his arms, then on a rocking chair, he changes her, feeds her, gets her new clothes, and bathes her. He truly tries EVERYTHING.

But Annie won't stop crying and seeing her wet eyes with rosy red cheeks and a snotty nose is breaking him.

He ditches Dr. Google and goes to the thousand parenting books he bought before she was born to see if they have anything useful. He assumed the books would make him less scared, but somehow, they made it worse.

It's 3 am when Matty starts to really panic, she's been crying for 4 hours and refusing to eat. She’s also a tiny bit hot, or at least Matty convinces himself that she is.

He's googling furiously to see if he can give her any medication, but the more he reads, the more he freaks out.

He gets his shirt off and tries skin-to-skin with the baby wrap. He's hoping it will soothe her a tiny bit. Thank god annie eventually settles, only for 5 minutes, but it's enough time for a panicked call to Adam.

He's now convinced himself that Annie has scarlet fever, pneumonia, or smallpox. Or maybe all three at the same time.

(impossible, and Annie only has a slight cold. but he is a new dad - give him a break, okay?)

Needless to say, Adam isn't over the moon with the 4 am phone call. But once he answers the phone to Matty in a panic, he realises his friend needs him. So he's slightly less pissed, but when Annie is better Matty fucking owes him.

“She's got a fever. And her cheeks are all red. She won't eat. She won't sleep. I just don't know what to do, Adam??”

“MATTHEW. You do not get to call me at 4 a.m., freak out down the phone, and then ignore me.”

The whole time Adam is trying to cut in, but Matty is ignoring him completely.

“does she need to go to the hospital? How do I get a newborn to the hospital? She hasn't even really been in the car yet. Is there a baby part of the hospital? What if she needs surgery?? All the tools will be too big for her tiny body-”

For the first time all night, Matty takes a deep breath. 

“Right. Yes. sorry. I just had no idea what to do. I can't cope when im ill. But it turns out that when your child is ill, it is 1000x worse. this whole parent thing is hard”

Adam begrudgingly wakes Carly up, and they both calm Matty down. They explain that she doesn't have any diseases, but she probably has a slight cold. They tell him how much Calpol to give her and how to get her temperature down.

On the other side of the phone, Matty is slightly bouncing on the spot to soothe the grumbly baby on his chest as he's taking notes on what they're saying. 

“Good okay…Yes. Okay, im gonna go do all that”

“That sounds good Matty, let us know how she is tomorrow, okay?” Carly says softly, leaning on Adam's shoulder half asleep.

“I will. Thank you guys. I love you both”

“We love you too” and “gay” come from the phone at the same time, which oddly was exactly what Matty needed. 

By 6 a.m., Annie is cooler and is sleepy soundly in her cot. The same cannot be said for Matty. 

He is watching like a hawk and trying not to fall asleep standing up. His eyes keep on dropping, but every time Annie wiggles or makes a noise, his heart jumps, and he wakes right back up.

At some point, he goes to make a coffee and sits down as the kettle boilsm just 5 minutes of rest he assures himself. But Matty falls asleep at the table with his mouth open and heavy snores leaving him. 

Furious knocking at 10 am scares him half to death, and he trudges to the front door, eyes still heavy with sleep. He catches a quick look at himself in the hallway mirror and can't hide his disgust. 

His hair is insane, curls going in every direction and sticking on end from his stressed hands running through them. He has heavy bags under his eyes and bone-dry lips. He has some dried sick on his shoulder and an empty baby wrap loosely on his chest. 

But if he's honest, he couldn't give less of a fuck right now.

“What.” is how he answers the door, clearly not exactly thrilled with any visitors, but his face scrunched in confusion when all the boys are on the other side of the door.

“Why are you all here?” he asks as he rubs his eyes and walks back into his house, leaving the door open for them to follow.

“Hann told us Annie was sick, is she okay?” George asks worriedly, looking around the room for any sign of the infant. 

“Yeah, he said you called him at like 4 am, and she had a fever. We were worried about her” says Ross as he goes to boil the kettle to make coffee for a clearly sleep-deprived and groggy matty. 

“I tried to tell them she'd be okay, but they demanded to come over here and see her.” Adam rolls his eyes as he speaks, but still quietly adds, “ and I kinda wanted to see her too.”

That's the first thing in the past 24 hours that puts a smile on Matty's face. 

“You're all such saps.”

The three men scoff but don't make any real effort to deny it.

Matty grabs Annie from her cot, and she couldn't be happier this morning, same gummy smile and grabby hands as usual. She still has a snotty nose and pink cheeks, but it's clear she's feeling better.

The next 40 minutes are basically a game of pass the Annie as each man gets an opportunity to hold her and double-check she is okay. 

George scans her carefully, tracing every inch of her to make sure she's really okay. He holds her close to his chest and doesn't take his eyes off her the whole time she's on him.

Ross just holds her to his chest and sits on the sofa softly rocking her. He says soft things to her that no one can quite make out to and smiles down at her.

Adam has a rattle that she loves and does everything he can to make her happy again. resting her on his lap, showing her toys, shaking her rattle, and just smiling at her with a big grin. 

Annie settles in a small bassinet in the front room, and the 4 men sit on Matty’s sofas with tea and coffee in silence. All secretly listening for any signs of discomfort.

#poorly annie :((( #but tbh shes much more chill than matty lol #he is the textbook definition of helicopter parent #his baby is ill!?!?!?!? call 999 NOWWWWWW #teacher au! #moots <3

[crawlspacefics]

The perspective of Makoami as parents is still something I absolutely adore, so that leads me to ask. What kind of mother do you think Ami would be when paired with Mako?

Who's the 'fun' mom? Who's the mom Miki would be more likely to show a failed grade? Or the mom who would reinforce more etiquette? Or watch a TV show with him?

I'd just love to hear more about them, you don't have to answer those questions to a tea.

Love your stuff as always 💖

Thank you.

Thank you for asking! I always like to talk about my girls and how I see their lives playing out. 😁

I think Ami and Makoto have a really good balance as parents. Makoto takes the stricter role, but just because I think she'd choose to be a stay-at-home parent so she's with him the most. Plus, she's going to wind up with a 7-year-old, a toddler, and an infant. She needs a schedule and some order just to keep her sanity! 🤣 But where Makoto teaches Miki how to bake or tend a garden, Ami teaches him why it works like that. Makoto teaches him to block when he takes a swing, Ami teaches him the physics behind the moves. Makoto keeps the homework schedule, but Ami helps answer the hard questions. Ami may even bring in the whiteboard (one for each kid as they get old enough to write) so they can leave messages for each other like she did with her mom.

Ami is definitely the more lenient parent in this scenario. I think it would come partly from her feeling some guilt for being away so much with work, and partly from her never wanting Miki to feel like the odd child out after the other two (who are biologically related to Ami and look A LOT like her mom's side of the family) come along. So when Makoto is making him eat all his vegetables, Ami is secretly passing him pieces of chocolate under the table. Ami probably also has a really hard time letting the timer run when he's in time-out. Miki's eyes may be blue, but he looks like a tiny Makoto and when he pouts at her... he just has her totally wrapped around his pinky finger. Makoto teases her about this. LOL. In Miki's early years, reading time is probably Ami's textbooks. But when he gets a little older, she's going to teach him the absolute joy of reading a novel in a bubble bath. They go used book shopping together so if he drops them in the water, he doesn't feel as bad about it.

Makoto isn't all rules and vegetables, though! She's always going to be a bit nervous when she doesn't have her eyes on Miki, but she isn't a helicopter parent. She teaches him to be independent while watching from just enough distance that she can easily intervene. She makes sure the kids wash their feet and stick to bedtime, but she also gets down on the floor and pretends to be the monster so they can play Sailor Senshi in the costumes she made for them. When Miki asks how his baby brother got there, Makoto happily hands him off to Ami so she can pull out "the book" and stumble 😳 through the biology lessons. But the second he turns 13, Makoto pulls out the box of condoms and the cucumber for the practical lessons, because while she will NEVER use the word mistake where Miki is concerned, she wants him to be better prepared than she was.

But don't forget the others! There's a bit of communal raising of children going on here. Miki wants to know how to talk to a girl? He contemplates Uncle Haruka but quickly realizes Aunt Minako is the best source. First time he's embarrassed by a bad grade? Aunt Usagi, because she makes him feel better and then drags him home to Ami and just lays it out like it's no big deal. Not like that one time Usagi got a 22 on her math test, and if Ami could help her fix that enough to pass entrance exams, she can fix Miki's 63 no problem! He wants to go to the anime convention with his friends? Go see Aunt Rei for the latest fandom cosplay trends! She'll hook him and his friends up with the best group cosplay ideas and make sure they have exactly what they need for autographs.

#makoami #makoto kino #ami mizuno #makoami kids #sailor moon #domestic headcanons

[fxckn-sxck-fr]

no platonic yandere scott goes hard af, like it seems very natural lol, he is almost like a classic dad figure thing idk

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐃…

!!! GN reader, overprotective Scott, strict pseudo-parenting, mentions of discipline, lowkey delusional behavior cuz he thinks he’s actually your dad, intimidation, mentions of murder.

He is the textbook definition of a dad (and a very uncool one, according to the rest of the X-Men). Wears polos and khakis, listens to 70s classic rock, grunts anytime he stands up, the whole nine yards with his “I will turn this car around” headass. And I think we can all agree he’s a helicopter dad, too. He wants to know what you’re up to 27/4, who you’re hanging out with, who their parents are, phone numbers, work numbers, addresses, everything.

If you wanna be independent, good fucking luck, cuz Scott would attach you to his hip if he could. Also doesn’t help that he controls everything you do. No, you can’t hang out with so and so. No, you can’t wear that outfit. No, you can’t go alone. No, you can’t be out after dark. No this, no that, basically no to anything and everything because he said so. And don’t you dare talk back to him. He’s not above taking heavy disciplinary action. He’ll give you something to cry about alright.

Deadass pulls out all the classic parenting lines and doesn’t even know it. “You know, when I was your age…” “you’ll understand when you’re older,” “don’t you slam that door!!” He says this shit to the rest of the X-Men, too, so it’s not just you who’s stuck hearing it. Poor Gambit has probably heard “feet off the table” more times than anyone in the mansion.

He may or may not actually believe he’s your dad. It’s not his fault, he’s just built like that!! It’s only natural for him, okay? He doesn’t even try to hide it, either. Hit him with the “you’re not my dad,” and he’s immediately shooting back, “stop acting like a child and I’ll stop acting like your dad” (that’s a lie. He’ll never stop). No one really questions it, cuz they know Scott is Scott, and there’s nothing they can really do about it. Sorry, kid. Half of them have to deal with his nagging, too. You’re on your own.

Oh my god, don’t even bother having friends outside of the X-Men. He’ll intimidate the shit out of them and scare them off. Those brave enough to stay call him Mr. Summers, sweating bullets as he stares them down in all his 6’3 glory. At this rate, you can basically forget the possibility of dating. That’s a can of worms you do not want to open.

Does this all sound like hell to you? Good, cuz that’s exactly what it is. But it doesn’t have to all that bad!! Just listen to what he tells you and it’ll be fine. Dadclops has you covered, kiddo. Don’t worry about anything!! He actually lowkey comes in clutch whenever you need it. Anyone giving you a hard time outside of the mansion? Consider them dealt with. Getting peer pressure into doing something you don’t want any part of? This man is running stoplights for you. Is there even the slightest hit of trouble afoot? Scott would literally murder for you, just point them out so he can fry their ass.

TLDR; get him a #1 Dad mug and he’ll be in absolute shambles.

#❥ CALL INCOMING: DO YOU LIKE SCARY MOVIES? #❥ TW: YANDERE #❥ YANDERE CHARACTER #❥ PLATONIC YANDERE #❥ YANDERE SCOTT SUMMERS #❥ YANDERE SCOTT SUMMERS X READER #❥ GN READER

[seriouslysam8]

if harry were to see a mind healer (not that he ever would) what are some things you think he would be diagnosed with? i’m thinking at least ptsd and anxiety, but maybe you disagree or want to add on.

-cherry

Gosh, who knows? I’d really have to grab my psychology textbooks out of the basement and really look through them. I took a lot of psychology courses in college but, without aging myself, it’s been a while.

I also think it depends on when exactly he is seen. I definitely think he’d be diagnosed with an anxiety disorder no matter where he was in life. Directly after the war, I think he’d be diagnosed with PTSD but thirty years later in Legerdemain, I don’t think he would. He’s just have the lingering effects such as anxiety, panic attacks, and he even had a bit of substance abuse with Felix.

Harry had a lot of trauma with the Dursleys and then the war. I think I write Harry as too adjusted a lot of the time, but I want to give him a happy life. That cabbage deserves it. But I also try to stay true that Harry has a lot of issues that are because of the way he grew up. The way he helicopter parents, the way he stresses to the point where he got his first gray hair at an extremely young age, the way he needs clarification on social cues, the way he needs reminded that he’s loved and wanted, the way he detaches himself from the people around him to the point where he couldn’t even name a fourth of his coworkers, to his crippling fear of losing Ginny by making a mistake a la Brontide.

So, long post short, it’s hard for me to fully diagnose him with a “mind healer” hat on unless I do some more research and really look at all the personality traits and behaviors I’ve developed in him as a character.

[revenge-of-the-shit]

Racism, antisemitism, and anti-Jedi sentiment in Star Wars (Part 3/4)

Part 3: Antisemitism and Anti-Asian racism

via @shadowaccio6181 :

There is also an article here regarding more current stereotyped perceptions of both Asians and Jewish people that I’ll quote larger sections from, because I think context is important:

This type of “faulty and inflexible generalization” that associates an individual with the perceived wrongs of an entire ethnic/racial group is almost the textbook definition of prejudice. Princeton University psychologist Susan Fiske and her collaborators published a series of articles examining stereotyping, prejudice and discrimination. They show people usually assess a group along two dimensions: warmth (are they sincere and sociable?) and competence (are they capable and intelligent?). For example, her work finds the elderly are stereotypically perceived as warm but incompetent; middle-class white Americans as warm and competent; Asians and Jews as cold but competent, and homeless people as cold and incompetent.

People who are not friendly are more dangerous to others than are people who are not competent, who are more dangerous to themselves. When majority-group members with high levels of bias encounter members of minority groups they perceive as cold, biased individuals can feel they must react by verbally harassing, bullying or attacking them. That’s especially true if that minority group is being touted or perceived as threatening — the way some leaders are painting Asian Americans as responsible for spreading the pandemic.

Using a nationally representative, random-sample telephone survey that interviewed 571 respondents in the United States in 2003, Fiske’s research found Asians, along with Jews, are consistently stereotyped as competent but cold. Biased individuals, confronted with people stereotyped as competent-cold, often feel envy and resentful admiration. Envied groups are often scapegoated during periods of widespread social instability, because biased majority-group members perceive those groups as having both the ability and intention to disrupt society.

We also shouldn’t ignore the stereotype of Asian parenting: “the notion that the Asian American parenting style is authoritarian—devoid of warmth, controlling, unfeeling, and undemocratic—versus Western parenting, which is viewed as the more positive authoritative style—firm, but warm, highlighted by intimate parent-child relations… our perceptions of parental warmth are culturally concocted and notes that what is often perceived as “strict parenting” in non-Western or non-Caucasian families is often misunderstood.” Obviously, not all parents are perfect, but this is very much a racist stereotype.

Commentary from Annessarose:

Exactly this.

It is indeed true that some Asian parents are undeniably strict to the point of toxic helicopter parent. I know this for a fact, because I have so many (Chinese) friends who experience it. It is also true that there are Asian parents who are not like this, and that there are many parents who are not toxic, who are supportive of their children.

Ultimately, it's important to note that for many parents, their actions come from good intentions even when it manifests itself in decidedly toxic ways. They are human. This does not excuse toxic parenting in any ways, but painting Asian parents with one brush and portraying all of them as harsh and unfeeling and authoritarian does a disservice to the many parents who are supportive, who listen, who try their best to help their kids. Ultimately, people are complex. Reducing them to stereotypes is dangerous and toxic.

To Jewish Star Wars fans: please please please feel free to add to this conversation! I don't feel qualified to speak on this but I would love to hear & amplify your voice on this.

We also shouldn’t ignore the common stereotypes of Asians in film (source):

I really feel I need to point this out, but as an Asian American, I’m actually thankful Obi-Wan is played by Ewan McGregor, because if he were played by an Asian actor, it would make so much of fandom’s characterizations of him Significantly More Yikes.

Ewan McGregor is known for being naked on-screen and having sexually suggestive scenes. However, there's a stereotype of "the Asian man as effeminate and asexual", or if sexualized, they're "categorized as exotic and different... foreign." This stereotyping "both feminizes Asian-American men and simultaneously constructs alternative gender and sexuality as aberrant." And "it seems as if Asian men are also victim to extremes: In some portrayals, they are cold-hearted villains and ruthless Kung Fu masters, while in other films, are portrayed as “losers” who have all the brains but no social skills or clueless immigrants fresh off the boat." "...men were portrayed more negatively than women; Asian men are perceived as less socially skilled or seen as the enemy." And Asians are often paraded about “as an example for people, showing them to be intelligent, overachieving" but "Asians were more likely to also be perceived as antisocial, awkward, and lacking proper communication skills."

Annessarose's commentary:

Oh, boy. Do I have thoughts on this.

I grew up in a an Asian diaspora. And. Despite living in a primarily Chinese area of that community, these stereotypes still wormed their way into us. At school, many (Chinese) girls would talk about how none of the (Chinese) men were attractive, and how they were dreaming about the white boys they saw on television instead. As we grew older, I had several in-depth discussions with several of my close female friends, and we'd end up talking about how the reason we thought the white guys were more attractive was because the media we watched told us that that was what the beauty standard was.

On top of that, we also had that stereotype of Asians being intelligent overachievers internalized as well. Do you know how many people would cry over an 85%? Do you know how many people would complain about a 92%? Many people ended up placing their self-worth into their academic marks, and it was disastrous. Mental health was all over the place. Bullying based on marks abounded. Granted, this stereotype was not the only reason this happened; it's true that there are indeed parents who take nothing less than 100%, and let me tell you, it really fucked some of my classmates up. It was horrendous. But many parents were not like that, but the constant peer pressure + societal pressure to be perfect in academics and extra-curriculars and everything just so we could feel like what society told us Asians were like was tremendous even in an Asian diaspora.

I remember being assigned to a group of white classmates in elementary school. I remember them saying, "Oh, cool, you're in here!" and I was like "Why me?" They told me "You're Asian, you're smart, so we're gonna do well in this project." Similar stories abounded with my East Asian friends all across elementary school, and shaped how we felt when we entered our high school.

Even in diaspora, western stereotypes & racism can be destructive and toxic.

This is Part 3!

[Part 1] | [Part 2] | [Part 4]

#star wars #racism #antisemitism #anti asian racism #fandom racism #long post

[dykeza]

if dadsparklez is canon and jordan puffy n schlatt are siblings (as is implied by puffy that one time) that would make schlatt tubbos uncle HOWEVER you may also take into account that tubbo and tommy are brothers though not by blood and by extension tubbo and WILBUR are brothers. in this scenario could it be implied schlatt is wilburs uncle

*TW for discussions of alcohol and addiction and bad fathers*

This family tree is starting to feel more and more like Homestuck levels of weird, such as Dave and Jade having Something going on in Candy despite them being conditional siblings through Dirk and Jake.

I don’t see how Schlatt, Puffy, and Jordan being siblings implies anything about Tubbo. Tubbo was adopted by Phil at a young age and grew up more tentatively related to Wilbur and by extension Techno than anything.

Tubbo and Tommy are brothers by circumstance. They’re both child soldiers used by Wilbur to achieve whatever agenda he had with L’Manburg. They’re brothers because they suffered together, it’s a mentality held like “fight together, die together.” They have no one else that shares their experiences in war (besides the obvious; Jack, Fundy, and Niki).

I see it more as Schlatt being a father-figure to Fundy and Tubbo, kind of snatching them from Wilbur (who acted as father-figure to Tubbo and Tommy; father of Fundy). He took up the mantle as something Wilbur couldn’t be, a stereotypical father to 2 war-fresh teens. When you think of a bad father, images of alcohol and backhanded-compliments ring through your head. That’s what Schlatt stood for. He was manhood and masculinity distilled down to its bare minimum in a toxic way that Wilbur nor Philza or Techno could possibly be.

Wilbur is a helicopter parent, in denial and distanced to the point of suffocation. Fundy reaches for support and home because all he’s loved has left him. The Minecraft-soot family is ridden with generational trauma and missing-figures that leave a bad taste in your mouth on purpose.

Techno is the uncle. He’s distant and “quirky” and lives in the Arctic like a hermit. If anyone is going to take the uncle role in Tubbo and Wilburs life we have to give it to the guy who quite literally acts like your moms weird brother that shows up at Christmas and always buys you the best gifts.

Philza is the textbook perfect father, as we’ve heard from Wilbur. Caring, protective, but hands-off to allow his son to grow into his own person (for better or for worse). He’s the definition of a “wait and see, go with the flow” type person with an extra layer of barely disguised self-loathing hidden behind a guise of humor.

And none of them are ever depicted as overtly Masculine, I’ve noticed. In terms of father-figures, people write and draw them (myself included) as rather androgynous or feminine guys. Schlatt is the only one that’s heavy handed in his characterization as a “Man” (capital M). And this lends itself to their characters surprisingly well, in terms of stereotype.

Wilbur, Techno, and Philza can be seen as the unobtainable dreamland father. Someone who’s caring and close. Someone who loves. It’s no wonder they’re hard to talk to, and how they deny any solace to characters such as Tommy, Tubbo, and Fundy. They’re the perfect fathers, but they’re not meant to be fathers in practice. At least, not to the kids.

Schlatt and even Sam, though, they’re realistic fathers. Especially Schlatt, who’s whole position as a commanding and evil force is underlined by an internal struggle with addiction and internalized toxicity. He’s a Real characterization, an actual reality for countless people (myself included). Sam follows suit, being all around shitty and distant to those he swears to protect. They’re open with the kids of the server, even welcoming of them until it’s actually important. Schlatt was a good “father” to Tubbo and Fundy, until he had Tubbo executed. Sam was a good “father” to Tommy, until he let him die at the hands of his abuser. In his care, under his jurisdiction.

Back to your ask though. Schlatt is a rival to Wilbur, he’s the same but different in terms of his relationship to others. Wilbur protects the likes of Tommy, but he’s distant. Unobtainable. Flimsy. Schlatt protects the likes of Tubbo and Fundy, until he doesn’t. Until it becomes to hard to deal with. Until the leash reaches its end. Then, he lets go.

They operate on the same axis of fatherhood. They’ll protect until they won’t, they’ll be there until they leave (and they always leave).

Father-figures on the DreamSMP never last, I’ve noticed. They fluctuate and they fall in and out. They’re never a constant. As it stands now, Tommy and Fundy and Tubbo will probably never have a system they can rely on. A family that they don’t have to build themselves.

And that’s okay for them, I think. They don’t need a pre-made family. They can farm and build and nurse their own version of it all they want. That’s the point of a found family, it’s made by you and it’s not a common occurrence. It’s made to be out of the norm and customized to fit perfectly. With catches and tears and uncovered seams. Like a hand sewn sweater, made from the wool of a blue sheep.

#ask #this was a good ask even though I don’t know what it means

[lurafita]

Petvengers (Or, how Peter tricks NY heroes into pet adoption)

Again, this is also on Ao3, but I want to have duplicates, just in case.

here is the link if you want to read it on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19139326/chapters/45486811

This is part of a series.  This is bordering on crack, seriously. It is a lot of fun to write though. I hope you will enjoy it.

Peter has decided that New York's heroes should all have (at least one) pet. Because pets are awesome. Now he just has to convince them of it.

Here a little bit to catch you up:

As with all the other fics in the series, Civil War got resolved peacefully (and Ross is out of office), and Infinity War and Endgame did not and will not happen. This fanfiction series universe is a happy place. Okay? Good.

Tony and Pepper share custody over Peter with May. Peter occasionally calls Tony Dad (he might also at one point refer to Pepper as Mom, but Aunt May will always be Aunt May, without the title diminishing the magnitude of love he feels for her)

Peter has a male Pitbull named Hope, a shelter rescue dog who was about to be euthanized.

Tony has spilled the beans on live TV about Peter being heir to Stark Industries.

Peter is acquainted with some of NYPD's detectives and the captain.

Tony, being the overprotective helicopter parent he is, has used his, so far limited, access to nano-technology to make a watch for Peter that tracks pretty much everything and can't be taken off by anyone other than Tony (or, in the event of Tony's demise, Pepper, May, Happy, or Rhodey) – See part 1 and 2 of the series for reference.

Tony and Pepper still own and live in the Tower, and the Avengers all have rooms (floors) there as well. Due to the events of the second story in the series (the wounds we see and the scars we don't) May and Peter have also taken up residence in the tower (more specifically on Tony and Peppers floor, where they have their own living spaces). Though right now this arrangement is temporary and the two might move back into their house in Queens eventually.

Since I ignore Infinity War and Endgame, neither Tony nor Peter have nano-tech-suits. (Though they might at some point)

Also, the identities of other vigilantes are known to the Avengers (part of the fixed Accords thing)  

Last but never least, my very favorite part of this series, Peter swears in food names. Shit = Skittles, Damn = Donuts, Hell = Hot Dogs, Fuck = French Fries or Fruit Loops, any kind of name calling, i.e. Bitch, Ass, Fuckface, etc = Licorice

Chapter 1

Steve

Edward 'Ned' Leeds loved his best friend. He truly, absolutely, did. Peter was his brother from another mother.

However, that didn't change the fact that sometimes, Peter could be a teeny, tiny, little bit ridiculous.

Because who else would ever get the idea of tricking earths mightiest heroes into each adopting a shelter animal.

-

MyfriendscallmeMJ: Peter, you can't lie to save your life. How do you plan on tricking anyone, much less the Avengers, into taking a pet home? Especially since they already have you.

DefinitelynotSpiderman: Okay, first, rude. I can totally lie when I want to. In fact, I'm a great liar. Like,... Just look at my chatname! If that doesn't scream 'Master of deception', nothing does.

Guyinthechair: Ô_o...

MyfriendscallmeMJ: Ô_o...

DefinitelynotSpiderman: And second, I have a fool proof plan.

Guyinthechair: Ô_o...

MyfriendscallmeMJ: Ô_o...

DefinitelynotSpiderman: Parts of a fool proof plan... like... 46% of a plan,... that is not at all fool proof... but we can totally pull it off!

Guyinthechair: Yeah, somehow I do not feel confident about this. At all.

MyfriendscallmeMJ: What do you mean 'we'?

-

And so it was that Ned found himself, armed with his trusty camcorder, waiting in front of 'A heart has four paws' shelter for Peter, on a sunny Saturday morning. Really, all Peter had said was to meet him there at exactly 9:30am, and to be ready to film what would become 'a promotional video'.

Ned had absolutely no idea what Peter had planned, but it was either going to be absolutely epic, or completely embarrassing.

A quick look at his phone revealed the time to be 9:27, which left his best friend three minutes before Ned was allowed to officially change Peter's chatname into 'ThetardySpider'. He was already typing in his friends password into the first of many social media platforms, when (happy) barking reached his ears. He looked up to see Hope and Peter racing each other to reach him.

"Not late!"

Peter wheezed out as soon as he came to a stop in front of Ned.

"I totally did not forget to ask Friday to wake me up early today and was absolutely not just woken up 35 minutes ago by Hope licking my face off. Completely on time, that's me. Mr. Punctuality."

He doubled over immediately after, bracing his hands on his knees and trying to catch his breath.

Ned checked his phone. 9:29. Donuts! Oh well, knowing his best friend, an opportunity for assigning punishing nicknames would present itself once again. So he bent down to give Hope some love, while Peter was finally regaining his lost oxygen.

"Okay! We all set? You got your camera, Ned?"

He held it up for Peter to see.

"What am I even supposed to film with it? And shouldn't you have brought at least one of the people you intend to con into pet acquisition with you, oh great master of deception?"

"Please, you make me sound like a criminal. I'm not going to 'con' anyone, just persuade them to do something I want by slightly bending the truth."

Ned gave him a deadpan look.

"Pete, that is the textbook definition of conning someone."

But the brunette waved him off, digging his phone out of his pants.

"Semantics. Now, Steve left for his morning jog at 5, the freak, and since it's Saturday and there is no mission to prepare for, he wanted to make it a full run 'round."

Ned's yaw dropped.

"Are you telling me Captain America is jogging through all of New York?"

Peter nodded distractedly while typing something into his phone.

"And he got up a 5 am to do it. 5 am, Ned! Sleep-hating-freak. Not even Sam and Bucky joined him for something this crazy. I mean, 5 am, Ned!"

"You know you have gotten up earlier than that. Actually, you have stayed up later than that."

His exclamation was waved away again.

"That was for Spiderman, and lab time with Tony,... and cartoons. You know, important stuff. Not to go jogging!"

Peter shuddered for effect.

"Anyway, according to his usual running speed, traffic, roadblocks, calculated detours and approximate number of stops he had to make to hydrate or take a selfie with a fan, he should be in this general area by now."

Apparently having finished with his first task on the phone, Peter then scrolled through his contacts and hit the call button for one 'Star spangled man with a plan'. He didn't have to wait long for Steve to accept the call.

"Hey Pete, what-"

"STEVE! IT'S AN EMERGENCY! COME TO LEE AVENUE 14! HURRY!" And then Peter promptly hung up.

Ned stared at him open mouthed for three long seconds, then he beamed and proudly patted his friend on the shoulder.

"You just lied to Captain America without stuttering, over-explaining yourself, or dissolving into a puddle of anxiety! Good for you!"

Peter's grin couldn't possibly be wider.

"Thanks! For a moment there I thought I was going to choke, but then I pulled through! Tasha practiced with me for two hours last night."

"The Black Widow knows about your plans?"

Peter nodded.

"Tasha knows everything."

"Does she know about the-"

"Yeah."

"And about the time when-"

"Yeah."

"And what about-"

"She knows that, too."

Ned let out a reverent "Whooow."

Then he thought of something else.

"What if the Captain calls the other Avengers for backup, thinking you are in trouble?"

"I told Karen to inform Friday to ignore any assemble requests made by Steve, right after my phone call with him."

"So that's what you were typing on your phone earlier."

Peter nodded, then suddenly looked down the street in front of them, Hope simultaneously lifted his head from where it had been resting on his paws.

"Get your camera ready, Cap is closing in."

Ned did just that, and forever captured on film as one (very sweaty) Steve Rogers ran full speed to the two of them.

"Peter!"

He didn't take long to reach the two teens, even with an excited Hope jumping up and around him to greet the super soldier.

"What happened? Are you hurt? Are you two okay? Is there a new villain? What's the situation? I called for backup, the others should be here shortly."

Knowing they would not, Peter grabbed for Hope to hold the enthusiastic Pitbull at bay, and waited for Steve to finish with his visual assessment of any possibly sustained injuries. Then he grinned.

"Quick, the one needing your help is inside!"

He grabbed the blonde's arm and unceremoniously pulled him through the shelter doors, a still filming Ned and tail wagging Hope right behind them.

_

Andrew was just getting some of the forms for new owners in order, when the automatic doors of the entrance opened with a ding, causing him to abandon his task for later.

He did a double take when non other than Captain America, Steve Rogers, in civilian (and kinda sweat stained) clothes was dragged in by a familiar looking teenager. Followed by another teenager holding a camcorder fixed on the american icon, and a familiar looking Pitbull.

Since his brain was obviously not equipped to sort through everything at once, he focused on the issue that was the easiest to resolve.

"Hey! You are that kid that was here with Tony Stark, right?"

Said kid grinned and proceeded to drag Captain freaking America to the front desk.

"Yes! I remember you too! I'm Peter, by the way. I see you did some remodeling with the place."

Andrew smiled and shook the teen's hand.

"Hi Peter, I'm Andrew. And yes, thanks to Mr. Stark's generous donation, we were able to expand quite a bit. Even got some space out back, for the bigger ones to run a little."

"That's great!"

"You aren't here to return your dog, are you?"

"Never! Hope is ohana, and ohana means family."

"Good, good. Say, quick question, kid. Is that man with you Steve Rogers, aka Captain America?"

"He is."

"Peter."

The authoritative voice of the living american legend, pulled Peter and Andrew out of their little conversation, and brought their full attention on him. Steve, for his part, after having scanned the buildings lobby for possible threats, or other dangerous things, and valiantly ignoring the camera Peter's friend kept trained on him the whole time, took a deep breath.

Calm, be calm.

"Peter, why am I here?"

The teen grinned brightly.

"Rescue mission."

Calm, remain calm.

"And who, exactly, needs to be rescued?"

The grin got brighter.

"Well, whoever you decide on taking home with you. Though I've always kinda pegged you for a dog person, so maybe we should start with them."

Calm, calm, calm, you fought in wars, soldier. Keep calm.

"Son, I'm not getting a dog."

The kid shrugged.

"Okay, the cats here are great too! Or maybe you want a bird? Some of these have a pretty long lifespan, you know? We can also look at the smaller animals. They have ferrets, and chinchillas, and rabbits-"

You fought aliens, and an insane robot, your boyfriend was brainwashed into trying to kill you and one of your best friends is Tony Stark! If you can live through all that, you can get through this insanity too.

"-though I really think you should get a dog. It just fits, you know?"

Calm, calm.

"Peter, I am not getting a dog!"

-

"So, this is Colonel. He is a mixed breed of unknown origins, though the shelter worker said that there is definitely some German Shepard in there."

Steve was met with the non blinking eyes of his fellow Avengers and friends, and their assorted families, who were for once all in attendance in the tower's common floor living room.

The Barton kids (minus Nathaniel, who was busy spreading mashed potatoes everywhere that wasn't his mouth, and especially his father at the moment) and Peter were playing with the two dogs.

Then Clint (who really didn't look at all intimidating with a toddler on his lap and mashed potatoes all over his face) was staring imploringly at his wife, Laura skillfully ignored her husband, Natasha went over to Peter to congratulate him on his successful manipulation of another human being, Sam groaned about not scooping up any poop, Bucky joined the kids and dogs on the floor, Pepper shook her head, May refilled both her, Laura's and Pepper's wine glasses, Bruce hid a smile in his book, and Tony almost fell off the couch, he was laughing so hard.

"Your dog has a higher military rank than you!"

-

end chapter 1

Next up: Bucky and Sam :-)

#peter parker #BAMF Peter #peter is a little shit #tony stark #iron dad #spider son #avengers #avengers as family #DOMESTIC AVENGERS #pets #peter has a dog #hope the dog #fanfic #petvengers #dad tony #son peter #tony stark acting as peter parkers parental figure #peter tricks ny heroes into adopting pets #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #shelter animals #pepper potts #may parker #bruce banner #bucky barnes #sam wilson #clint barton #barton kids #michelle jones #ned leeds

[prorevenge]

Don’t take credit for work other people did.

(Long post, tl;dr at the bottom.)

Some years ago, when I was in 8th grade, I was lucky enough to participate in a program that gave middle schoolers/high schoolers the opportunity to do some very fascinating engineering and science work. This program was unique enough to be a major factor in college decisions.

The program was very team oriented, and all the students had their own ‘jobs’, just like in industry. For the most part, everyone did their own jobs and were able to own part of the project.

While this project was taking place, the college race was in full effect. Everyone was trying to figure out how they would differentiate themselves so they could get into a top 100 college.

For most of us, just being in the program was more than enough to put on our resume, and we content with what were given. However, one girl whom I shall refer to as K, was not.

She was relatively popular and the team leader of one of the two teams. Her parents were the textbook definition of helicopter parents, and she didn’t seem to mind.

K was consistently trying to hint to teachers that she was better than the other people in her group, but was subtle enough to stop people from noticing.

Now, the head mentor was a retired engineer who decided to help the program mostly out of boredom. He was essentially the main teacher, even though he wasn’t paid. However, he took his work really seriously and didn’t tolerate people that tried to backstab each other.

Near the end of the project, he found out there would be two meetings. The first of which was mostly BS public relations with some random people who were big in the field but really didn’t care about the project, and the second was a vastly more important with well known principal and some very big companies.

The mentor was worried that K would try to ruin some else’s chances of ‘marketing’ themselves to a college or company, so he came up with a plan.

He put a huge amount of stress on the importance of the first meeting, insinuating it could get people into a top college if they did well. He later told me (we were quite close) that he was checking if anyone planned to try to backstab for their own gain.

Sure enough, everyone bought it. They all discussed their speeches and selected who would get to go. When the presentation came around, K was one of those chosen because of her popularity. She was supposed to discuss how everyone did their part and stuff along that path.

Instead, K got on the podium and spent the whole speech talking about how she had done nearly everything in the project, taking credit for work that other people did.

Everyone was furious at her, and she lost a friend or two, but she thought she had gotten what she wanted.

Then the next meeting rolled around. It’s importance was revealed, and K was informed that there wasn’t room for her to go, since there were limited spots and she had gone to the last meeting.

Nearly everyone else in the team was able to go, and they all made contacts with scientists and engineers. A few got internships and college offers out of it in the future as well.

Just to rub things in: of the scientists that listened to K’s speech, several attended the larger meeting and some of them offered internship opportunities- but none to her.

K dropped out of the program the next year, as nobody wanted to work with her once the news spread, and she never got an internship out of the program.

Tl:Dr; girl tries to backstab friends for chance at flexing in front of college professors, none of them care and she loses chance to get an internship.

(source) (story by Agressive-noodle)

#prorevenge #by Agressive-noodle #pro revenge stories #revenge stories #pro #revenge #revenge story #last10

[sol1056]

as one of those Pidge stans that talks a lot with other Pidge stans, I have to say many of us are frustrated with the fact she really didn't have any development and also kind of tired of everything just being family-arc with her, instead of properly bonding with the team. In fact, I'm scared they're just going to kill off Matt now just for the sake of having her focus on family again, when it's the perfect time to make her move to something else.

Pidge is a textbook example of a character who gets too much love. She agonizes over whether she’ll achieve her goals, but it’s never really in doubt that she will — the one time it seems she won’t, the show resolves the question immediately. Without those doubts or consequences, nothing’s forcing her to change, so… she doesn’t. 

The creators set her up to walk through the door already-done. She needed to be introduced about ten steps before that, development-wise, so we could see her grow and change and become herself. The S5 flashbacks told us Pidge was bullied, but I guess we’re supposed to assume she got over that before the story started. 

Which is really rather disappointing. Had she started a bit earlier in her path, her reaction could’ve been quite different when Lance tried to bond (less “Pidge doesn’t like people” and more “Pidge is certain any invitation must be a trick”). It also might’ve made more sense why she’d ditch the paladins and head for her family; they were the only safe harbor she’d ever known. Her progress in finding her family could’ve then become an outward manifestation of her progress internally, in finding her own voice. 

Incidentally, letting Pidge still struggle with post-bullying trauma could’ve created interesting tension between Keith and Pidge. Keith struggles with reading the social cues, but he very much wants to belong; he just doesn’t know how. Pidge can read the cues but damn if she doesn’t care, she’ll smackdown before she’s smacked. They seem simpatico but their motivations are in direct opposition, and a mission where they’re forced to work together could’ve turned them into a real oddball kind of siblingship.  

After S5, I happened on an interview where JDS said they decided early on that Pidge deserved a happy ending. Which rankles from the POV of any other character — especially Keith, Allura, and Shiro, who all lost so much and paid such high prices — but it’s also frustrating, too. Pidge needed to earn that happy ending, not just be handed it by newbie creators who coddled her like the worst of helicopter parents. 

(Hrm, like… helicopter writers. A new phrase. Handy.) 

It seems counter-intuitive, but a character only ‘earns’ their victory through difficulty. The closest she ever comes to a hard choice is early S1, when Sendak hijacks the castle. By S5, she’s been shown as so resourceful on her own that it’s kinda dubious Lotor has much to give that Pidge can’t ferret out through other means. So losing Lotor doesn’t really cost her much, which is why she can toss him away so easily. 

Even her saving throw in S6 is hollow, because we never saw her grapple with the morality of installing a shut-down program on the leader of her team — without his knowledge, even. No, we only find out about that after Pidge’s choice is shown to be the right one, so she’s never forced to suffer any true consequences. The narrative skips right to validating her choice, instead.

What if, instead, her ‘galra tracker’ had had certain flaws she couldn’t fix. And even Matt’s additional data provided no further clues. Then Lotor comes along, and he knows some handful of codes, or an engineer’s understanding of how the security relays work… idk, something that could unlock all the secrets Pidge has been struggling with for three seasons. 

Now put the choice of her father’s retrieval vs Lotor’s knowledge that’s helped Pidge unlock, say, the Empire’s supply lanes or top-secret exchanges or something. Billions of lives could be saved. If she weighs all those lives as valuable, can she really say one person (Sam) is worth more, in the big picture?

That would’ve been an interesting twist, forcing a difficult choice. And it might even be a surprise: say, she decides a billion lives do outweigh her father’s one life. We could’ve gotten Pidge having a heart-to-heart with Allura over loss, maybe another with Hunk or Lance about family. And… one with Lotor, telling him why she was arguing against his exchange. She could’ve gone from the amoral fix-it plot device to finally stepping up as a full adult of the team, aware of the consequences and benefits, and this time making the hard choice Shiro alluded to back in S1. 

(I’d then have Lotor then speak to Allura and/or Kuron. Lotor didn’t know a father’s love, but Pidge did, and Lotor isn’t willing to ask Pidge to sacrifice her father. So, Lotor volunteers for the exchange. Cue Kuron saying, “Maybe we can figure out a way you don’t have to…”)

Hell, just think if Pidge had been involved in the lion swap, and she’d also been locked out. What if she’d switched to Blue, and been forced to provide that support, while Allura had ended up in Green? Oh, the possibilities — but they hinge on having creators who understood that what makes a character truly interesting isn’t wrapping them in cotton stuffing, but in pushing them to their limits and then just enough beyond. Only then can we see what the character is truly made of. 

The EPs’ kind of love never pushed Pidge, nor tested her. It only stifled her, and the story’s definitely weaker for that. 

#vld #voltron #analysis #what if #come for the sugar stay for the salt #sol thinks about stuff

[fordarkisthesuede]

At the Brink of Midnight - Chapter 11

IT’S FINALLY HERE! REJOICE!!!

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Important Spoiler Tags:  past suicide attempt (mention), death (mention)

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Chapter 11:  A Laughing Matter

The ride to Jackie Lant’s apartment was fast and quiet. Bruce wasn’t sure why, as John had a tendency to talk a lot when they were riding around before, and would talk about almost anything.

John was mulling over something, and when asked, John had shrugged and said “just some things”.

Like Bruce couldn’t worry over a response like that. He figured it had to have been what happened at the Main Street Diner. John’s street make-up was back on, and done just as impeccably this time, but with the addition of heavy black eyeliner, so it wasn’t as if he’d left in a rush.

Jackie’s apartment was high up in a building that had definitely seen better days. The neighborhood wasn’t one of the best, either – Bruce had visited it many times, always late at night, and he was sure he’d been on the other side of the apartment building on a case long, long ago.

They entered through the rooftop door, which it seemed no one had bothered to lock. (Not that Bruce was surprised – he was the only one in the city who made a habit of flying roof-to-roof, and anyone who walked up to any building’s roof at night was up to nothing good ninety-five percent of the time. Raids by blimp or helicopter were few and far between, thankfully.)

“Kind of reminds me of Arkham,” John (no, Joker, they were outside together) commented in a hushed voice as he shook the rainwater off his borrowed fedora. The stairwell was vaguely reminiscent of the asylum’s, but rather than white-washed brick, it was bare and aged, and it didn’t have the large glowing florescent lights hanging on the walls. There was just a small light in the middle of the staircase leading down.

“Her place is just on the fourth floor,” Bruce said, leading the way with light steps. He was always careful about stairs; he never knew if someone was sitting below a set.

The metal door leading into the hallway was lighter than it looked. Peeling red wallpaper greeted them, and the dark wooden floor had seen better days, but it wasn’t the worst apartment building Bruce had ever set foot in. It’d be a four out of ten, if he was feeling generous… The water stains on the ceiling certainly detracted from that generosity.

“If I hadn’t been spoiled by your place, I’d say this was pretty nice,” John muttered, grinning over at Bruce.

Bruce bit back the comment that it was only because John had no decent standard of living, and gave a very small smile in return. He remembered the little place John had made for himself back at the Old Five Points – the Ha-Hacienda, as he had called it. He’d taken what was a run-down little shack and thrown his heart into it, putting up pictures and lights like it was a real home.

He’d tried going back there the day after John had fallen off the bridge, but John had somehow managed to smuggle most of his things out of there to one of his friend’s places, and now they were impossible to find. It hurt to think about.

Jackie Lant had the corner apartment, overlooking the back. Working the lock-picks in the door took so little time Bruce found himself thinking he should find a way to pressure someone into making a policy that apartment managers had to upgrade their client’s locks every few years.

The beam of light stretching in from the hallway cast his shadow over the place, but he could already see it was much homier than Dr. Crane’s, despite it being smaller than Bruce’s master bedroom.

He stepped inside, John (Joker) following him and immediately making a line for the dresser. Bruce decided to look elsewhere.

Posters were plastered and pinned all over the walls, most of which were for movies or famous plays. There were also over a dozen flyers mixed in, like those handed out for amateur gigs, and they all seemed to be for copyright-infringing shows at Gotham University or South End High School; the dates were in line with Jackie’s educational attendance.

There was a cheap wire shelving unit holding all matter of things – books, DVDs, and bits of décor that almost all looked like they came right out of the Halloween section of a D.I.Y. store. Casting a look over at the bed (it didn’t have a frame, it was just two mattresses piled on top of one another, but was a bed) told him it wasn’t just a seasonal thing, either; there were two different pumpkin-shaped cushions and the blanket on top was patterned with smiling jack-o-lantern faces.

At least she had a variety of different tastes:  romance, fantasy, popular YA literature, used psychology textbooks… There were some horror novels in the mix, but it looked more…pulpy than anything. Her little movie collection had a few of the same titles as Crane’s, too, but they looked to be either from the more popular franchises or cheesy b-movies.

Bruce cast a look at the kitchen unit – nothing spectacular, but he should go through the cupboards, just in case she’d hidden anything in there…

“Bats,” Joker called, frowning at the strung-up photos in front of the desk on the back wall, “can your gadgets scan faces?”

“Something like that,” Bruce answered, stepping towards him. Some photographs were placed directly above the desk, adjacent to the window surrounded by string lights with jack-o-lantern faces. They were hung up by laundry clips on wire wrapped around a combination of nails and tiny peel-and-stick hooks. Looking at them made Bruce think of John’s photos, all arranged in a smiley-face wherever he went.

The pictures were all group photos, varying in age, and it didn’t take a genius to notice that the last several pictures all held the same people, but dwindling in number. Bruce clicked a button on his visor, and waited as the Batcomputer scanned the faces he honed in on and ran through its database of connections to news and GCPD files. Jackie Lant was easily recognizable, due to her curly red hair, but in a few pictures she was very young. The oldest photo was just of her and another little girl, looking up into the camera with the sort of wide-eyed innocence that only children could really have.

He checked his gauntlet, and decided to go from the bottom to the top.

Richard Seed, deceased.

Zoe Smith, deceased.

Angela Maynard, deceased.

Deceased, deceased, deceased. It was just one after another, two of which happened one month apart, and half of the death records were pulled from the GCPD – car accidents, crossfire shootings, muggings gone wrong... The earliest death was almost fifteen years ago, when a missing girl was found wrapped in a rug by a dumpster.

Bruce cast a look back at the photo of the seven-or-eight-year-old Jackie Lant, and remembered her mention of how the formative years played a lot into one’s psyche.

The only people left alive came from the middle bunch of photos:  Dean Norton, who still lived in Gotham, and Veronica O’Reilly, who hadn’t lived there for a little over a decade. Dean showed up in only one photo near the end of the bunch, too, where he was with three other people who had passed away within the last four years.

Bruce thought back to the list of contacts she had on her FriendBook. He didn’t remember seeing any R.I.P. posts or anything like it in her timeline, but he’d checked out the people she contacted most on there, and none of them were dead… “Have you seen any other photos?”

“Just two on her dresser – pretty sure it’s her parents and… I dunno, an older guy, so maybe an uncle?”

“I’m beginning to think you were right,” Bruce grumbled, clicking off the scanning feature in his cowl, “Jackie Lant’s current friends might not really be friends. Almost all the people shown here are dead.”

“Yikes,” Joker winced, “and I thought I had it bad, with most of mine in jail…”

“Did you find anything in the dresser?”

“A few spare bullets and a box of condoms. You know, the essentials,” he joked.

Bruce cast a look down at the desk. A laptop and a tray of loose papers. “Check the closet. If she hid Crane’s stuff here, the only spot left is there or the kitchen.”

“On it,” Joker said confidently, swinging open the flimsy panel doors behind them. “Though I would think I’d scatter them all over the place… You know, put the drive in a bag and tape it inside the toilet tank. That kind of thing.”

Bruce flicked through the pile of paper – mostly the bills for rent, insurance, and student loans, at least two of the latter bearing ‘OVERDUE’ stamps. “Then check there, too. Follow your instinct.”

“Ha ha, okaaayyyy,” John drew out quietly, shifting through a pile of clothes. Jackie seemed to prefer yellows and reds; Bruce remembered her work clothes looking rather nice, and wondered if she hadn’t spent more money on them than anything else.

Bruce opened the laptop on her desk, mindful of the speakers she had plugged into it knocking over the well-loved stuffed cat sitting there. The lock-screen was password-protected and the hint was “check the handbook”.

Handbook…? Hadn’t he seen something with that?

Bruce returned to the shelf – The Handbook for the Recently Deceased sat next to an empty candlestick holder molded in the shape of a raven.

Sure enough, it was a blank journal with a list of contact information (birthdays and death dates were listed, too, much to Bruce’s surprise) and passwords to different sites – banks, her social media, and even a bloggr account – with the laptop’s password written on a sticky note in the front:  Pumpk1nPr1nc355.

“Hey, Batman, I found somethiiing,” Joker called, tugging out a heavy-looking lock-box. “Hidden right under the loose floorboard, how cliché… Ooh, you looking into her laptop?”

“I figured it might give an insight into her, if she didn’t have Crane’s work copied onto it.”

“Right. You look at that, I’m going to poke around her bathroom for a key to this thing.”

Bruce wanted to question that, but Joker left without another word, a confident smile on his lips.

Jackie Lant’s laptop hummed to life. It seemed it had been in hibernation mode – her browser was still open to her email.

Bruce read through the headers:

New post from Batman Watch

New post from Gotham-Sucks

[!] Application for job #P283451

[!] Application for job #E7990S2

We’re sorry to inform you that your…

New post from Gotham-Sucks

RE:  St. Mary’s Mental Ward Position...

RE:  Hopkins Mental Clinic application

BatmanChick96 replied to your post

[!] Application for job #8714E03

Bruce could deduce without even opening any of them that the application notifications were rejections. Judging by the bloggr notifications, she was likely trying to leave the city. Scrolling down further and seeing the list of rejected applications amidst the odd bank statement and old blog notifications told him she’d been trying to do leave Gotham for months.

That explained why she wanted to steal Crane’s work – she must have figured that she could take it and run out of the city, publish it with her name attached, and make something out of it. In her mind, he supposed, she had bills to pay and not much to lose.

He opened her file browser; thankfully it looked like she was the type to keep all her files fairly organized. There was what looked like a folder for her old school documents, a folder for her Arkham internship-employment, tax folders… A quick search said the only thing with Crane’s name in it was a term paper on Working Through Grief and some copies of his work, though they weren’t opened in over a year.

Looking under her recent files, she had a video labeled with a date from several days ago, and she did have a webcam… Maybe she was the type to vlog.

“Whelp, nothing in there… What’d you find?” Joker asked, coming to stand behind Bruce and lean on the back of the rolling office chair.

“Hopefully, a video log.”

“Well press play, then! Maybe she’ll just tell us where she stashed Crane’s stuff. I’m going to be mad if it’s not in that safe…”

Bruce double-clicked the video dated several days ago.

Jackie Lant sat in front of the desk, pushing back the laptop screen until she was entirely in view. She threaded her fingers together under her chin, on level with her hair, and and gazed right at the camera with an intense focus as she breathed deep.

“Normally, I try not to talk too openly in these sessions, in case I have one of those Agents monitoring me like everyone seems to think we do, but just in case I fail miserably, or Professor Crane decides to bury me in his backyard, I want to say something. I’m probably going to regret this video later… Then again, if everything works out, I’m going to delete this and pretend it never happened anyway.”

Jackie shrugged, folding her arms on top of her desk.

“There’s…no going back for me, now. I had to keep telling myself that if I did… If I did, then I might as well just throw myself off of the bridge tomorrow. I’m in too deep. I know too much. I’ve…seen too much.”

The young woman scowled slightly down at her hands.

“I can’t pretend that I’m not going to regret anything. I already regret a lot. I don’t think I’d be at this point if I’d chosen a theater major,” she said with a slight hint at a smile. “But in case something happens, I just really want to say – I’m the one who tried to kill Dr. Jonathan Crane, and stole all of the research that would’ve given evidence pertaining to his unethical experiments at Arkham Asylum. I’m hoping someone will find his bloated corpse floating around the docks or face-down in a pool of his own blood in the street,” she continued with a nasty curl of her lip that lasted all but a couple of seconds. “If not, then I failed, and I’m probably dead already, either by Dr. Crane himself, or Bruce Wayne, for taking advantage of him like I am tonight. I wouldn’t blame him for it, honestly…” She looked down, regret flashing in her eyes. “He and I both have mobster blood in us, I’d be surprised if he didn’t want to kill me for letting his friend get hurt and not doing anything to stop it… It’s what Great-Uncle Finger would do.”

Jackie looked back up at the camera, sincerity peeking through a steely gaze.

“But I am sorry to whoever might get caught in the middle. I hope there’s none, but… If I could see the future, then I would’ve swallowed that bottle of ibuprophen years ago.”

The video cut out after a moment, and Joker immediately leaned over Bruce to click through the video folder, his eyes shining in the light of the bright screen. “She’s got to have more. Something,” he muttered, and promptly played a video dated nearly six weeks ago in a folder marked “personal vlogs”.

The first thing Bruce noticed was that Jackie still had her long ponytail, giving credit to the date on the filename. The second detail was that she looked rather conflicted, even as she just sat there hugging herself in her jack-o-lantern blanket.

“I had…an epiphany, last night. I normally would’ve done this when I got home, but… I couldn’t. I was too… I’m not sure. Not scared… Bewildered, I guess is the right word. Dr. Crane invited me over to his house again, yesterday. I thought, ‘yeah, last time was nice, despite the talk about death in the middle, why not’? It was okay, at first. You know, home-made pumpkin spice lattes, catch-up about how I’m doing, gossiping about patients’ sessions I have to sit in on… And then we got onto the topic of Gotham, somehow. I think I asked him why he stayed here, since he had the means to leave, and he just…”

She was half looking into the camera with general disbelief.

“He said he liked it. He thinks all the general misery is fun to study. I didn’t know what else to say to that, so I tried to change the subject, and asked what he thought of Batman, because…I mean, what normal person doesn’t like him, right? And he thinks he’s fascinating. Or…really, he thinks the effect Batman has on the city is fascinating. He thinks the way criminals fear him is interesting. So… I just said, ‘yeah, that makes sense, you like studying human behavior around fear, don’t you?’”

She got quiet, but stared dead at the camera.

“He lit up at that. Like, the happiest I think I’ve ever seen him. He actually smiled a little,” she pressed, leaning forward to emphasize her point before sitting there with her arms on the table. “So, I figured that had to be good. We talked about his work for a really long time - I still remember going through bits of it at school, and I did genuinely like his stuff, so he walked me through his last one, and I guess I said something right, because… He said he was testing something special for his current research, and he asked what my worst fear was.”

She paused and sat up straight, crossing her arms again.

“I mean, I’m not stupid enough to ask why. I can guess why. So I told him my old one so it’d be believable. And he just looks at me and says ‘So imagine I can manifest those roaches before your eyes. What would you do?’” She phrased in a fairly good imitation of Crane’s pitch, “I said I didn’t know; probably squish as many as possible while screaming my head off, and he…he just said, ‘Yes, that’d be interesting, wouldn’t it?’”

She stared down at the surface of the desk, almost in awe.

“And I just… I just realized, right there, that he was making something to do that to patients. I never asked him about what he did in sessions, but… I’m allowed to peek at almost everyone’s notes to look at the progress of certain patients, and it just…hit me. He’s why some of them are regressing.”

She was quiet for a minute, only shifting to get comfortable again, and staring out the window by the desk.

“And I couldn’t help but think, ‘that IS interesting’. I thought that, and I meant it, and I hate that I thought it at all. And… I know that secret, now. I have to carry it around with everything else.”

Jackie stared a little longer, first out the window, then at her desk, and then she swiveled the chair and moved to click the mouse with an irritated scowl.

“Fuck it.”

That was certainly enlightening… Bruce had wondered how Jackie had developed the idea to steal his research – she’d apparently known for weeks already, before she’d reached out to him days ago and asked for his help. He wouldn’t have been surprised if it was her who had prevented him from seeing John, solely to drum up his suspicion and get him invested in her idea of helping her steal Crane’s files.

(Though he couldn’t see her knowing everything else in-between. There was no way she knew he stole Crane’s fake drugs from the lab, or that they would walk right by John that day, or that John would break out of his cell at all.)

John was already clicking to another video, a determined frown on his long face.

“Joker, that’s enough,” Bruce said, moving to stop him, but Joker was just fast enough to start a new one, dated almost four weeks ago, and it caught his attention enough that he let John’s hand go.

Jackie Lant faced the webcam with her head in her hand, taking deep breaths, and on the third, she turned her gaze to the window to her side.

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I really, really, don’t.”

The look in her eyes was furious, despite her relatively flat expression.

“I hate it when people say it’s ‘the little things in life’ – they always mean ‘oh, life’s not so bad, just look at this fucking rainbow’, like that will make everything better for you,” she grumbled, turning to look at the camera. “It’s like, ‘hey, you ever see a guy get stabbed in the middle of the road? Just fucking stabbed? And you’re in your car, you have to keep driving, because you’ll be penalized for being late to work, and if you go out there and try to do something about it, you’ll be stabbed, too. And you have to just…pretend like you didn’t see anything. That everything is perfectly fine. It’s just…a little thing,’” Jackie finishes, a lopsided smile tugging on the corner of her mouth for a moment, and then it faded into a flat line. “I tried texting Dean about it, since he was there when Michelle got killed, and he just… He said ‘that’s how life is around here, you gotta be tough’.”

Jackie stared at the table, her eyes glistening slightly, the anger never leaving them.

“Four years… Four years, and that’s what seeing her die in the fucking street has reduced that to. Just another part of life in Gotham.”

She blinked away the tears threatening to fall, taking the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe at her face properly for a moment.

“I tried telling Ver’ about it, too – not directly, just, ‘hey I’m feeling super awful and I hate my life.’ And all she said was, ‘Look on the bright side! It’s the little things that make life worth living!’” she paraphrased in a falsetto sort of voice, her brows furrowing. “Fuck her. Just…fuck her. She can come live in Gotham for a day, see if she can look on the fucking bright side…”

Jackie grunted to herself, rubbing her face into her hands for a moment, and when she reappeared, she had a steady gaze.

“I just have to shove all this down, I guess. Like I don’t already do that all the time.” She stared right at the screen, as if watching herself, and her face grew soft and contemplative. “I’ll just put it next to the thoughts of how I threw my dreams down the gutter, or how much I’d rather risk taking the train to East End than having to work at Arkham one more day,” she added spitefully, despite the glint of humor that crossed over her expression. “I guess I just have to…” She smiled a little wistfully at the camera, even as her eyes dulled. “Smile, though your heart is breaking,” she half-sang.

Bruce heard John snort heavily, as if trying to stifle a laugh, and turned to look just as a loud cackle burst out of him.

John doubled over, clearly trying to stifle his own raucous laugh as he held his stomach like it was the funniest joke he’d ever heard.

Bruce almost wanted to punch him, but held himself steady, clenching his fists as John turned away from him, giggling uncontrollably.

Half a year in Arkham wasn’t going to change him. He was always going to find this sort of thing entertaining. Bruce never quite forgot the conversation they had during Harvey Dent’s speech about hunting down the Children of Arkham; John had grinned wide and joked about it all like it wasn’t actually happening, even though they both knew it was. That same man was right there, throwing open the window and laughing like a damn hyena.

John stuck his head out into the pouring rain, letting the water drown out some of the noise as brown hair dye and make-up started to wash away.

“What are you doing?!” Batman’s voice growled out as Bruce shot up and yanked him back out by the collar, angry at him for laughing at all, for doing something so stupid as showing his face, for further washing away the only thing really keeping him safe-

“I-I’m sorry,” John managed, still chuckling to himself as he tried to steady himself upright using Bruce’s shoulder. “It-it’s funny, but I just… I just can’t – hee hee – be-believe… I’m…” He tried to breathe, a grin still plastered on his face, make-up running terribly in what almost looked like tear-tracks on his cheeks as his laughter slowed. The sound of the video continuing on low volume as rain hit the brick and pavement outside was almost loud enough to prevent Bruce from properly hearing him. “I’m sympathizing with her!” He finished, letting out another little burst of laughter.

That was sympathy…?

“I just – oh, geez, that hurts,” John breathed, a slight giggle coming out as he clutched part of the cape draped over Bruce’s shoulder. “When she was threatening you, back at Arkham, I just thought she was like Crane; a weird, more emotional version of him, but… I hated her for it! And it turns out we - we not only having something in common, but she’s like you,” he emphasized, looking up at the white lenses with a bright-eyed look. It made Bruce feel like he was stuck to the floor. “You both just shove your real feelings down so far even I can’t see them! You both just put on your public faces and pretend!”

Bruce was tempted to wipe some of the run make-up away, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the knowing glint in the green eyes that stared up at him, or if was because he just wanted to distract the man from continuing to hit Bruce right in a sore spot.

“I still don’t like her,” he said, “but I don’t hate her anymore. And that’s so ridiculous, because I loathe anyone who even thinks about hurting you, Bruce,” he finished with a laugh, caressing Bruce’s arm through the batsuit.

He didn’t know what to say. What could he even do, in a place like this? In a situation like this? He felt guilt and warmth pile up on one another, and he wanted to tell him he was sorry, and he wanted to reach out and cup his face and get rid of all the color until there was nothing but John left, and he knew what John said wasn’t exactly healthy but it still sent a rush through him and he just wanted to…

It wasn’t the time or place for anything like that. He was Batman. John was Joker. They were supposed to be investigating Jackie Lant so they could get a lead on Crane.

Batman was sturdy. Bruce was sturdy.

“Joker,” he started, forcing himself to maintain eye contact even as John’s pupils dilated slightly in response, “Go wash the rest of that stuff off. I’ll copy over the rest of Jackie’s vlog files.”

“My face looks that bad, huh?”

“A little.”

Joker tore himself away, letting his fingers slide over the armored bicep as he passed by. He couldn’t feel the touch at all, but the gesture was more than enough to give him a pleasant little jolt.

Bruce copied a compressed version of her vlog files to the USB stick he carried in his belt. They might be useful, or they might not. A quick scroll through of the rest of her documents showed nothing nefarious, no hidden files, no detailed plans - not so much as a crude map of the asylum. Her browsing history was pretty normal, though he did see some bookmarks to particular blogs she followed, such as Batman Watch, Gotham’s-Dark-Knight, and Gotham Gazette Official.

Bruce was sure he could reason with her. Jackie Lant was stubborn, but she seemed desperate for someone to talk to, and relied only on herself for everything; she either had a backup plan memorized for if things went south, or she was making it up as she went along. She clearly internalized a lot of pain, and not having an outlet for it besides talking to herself seemed to be the final straw in what drove her to desperate measures of escape.

She would probably be thrown in a jail cell for assault and conspiracy to murder, but Bruce was fairly positive she needed some mental help. If he managed to talk her down, he could likely fix it so she wasn’t thrown with the rest of the wolves in Black Gate. Perhaps he could even transfer her out of Gotham entirely.

The files had almost finished downloading when Bruce heard a metallic clink ringing against tile followed by a muttered curse.

He rushed to the small, dimly-lit bathroom, and was greeted with John standing on the rim of the built-in tub, rubbing his head with one hand and holding what looked like part of the shower-head in the other.

“No need to worry, Bats,” Joker said without even turning around. “Just hit myself a bit on this,” he explained, holding up the outer piece to the shower attachment. “Good news though, I found the key to the safe!”

Joker hopped down, stooped, and picked up a key from the base of the tub, turning to face Bruce with a proud grin. “I knew it must have been in here!”

His face was mostly clear, now. His eyelids were still fairly dark, but it was a lot of make-up to wash away, and it couldn’t have been easy for such a fast job. His eyebrows were back to being green, and there were even chunks of color showing under the temporary hair dye.

Bruce forced himself to focus on the task at hand. “How did you think to look in the showerhead?”

“Jackie’s a super-secretive girl, and I would put a key to a safe holding what I was working my life towards in a place no one would think to loo… And the toilet tank was empty.” He dangled the key in front of their faces. “You want to do the honors, Batman?”

Bruce took the invitation. He dropped the lock-box onto the desk, minding the laptop, and turned the key, pushing away the tiny concerned thought about a potential bomb.

He pushed aside the academic papers Crane had written on top of the pile, and found a stack of Arkham patient notes that Bruce knew he’d comb through later, despite it likely not holding much more information than he already knew. And then, under all that, was Crane’s hard drive.

“See if you can find some plastic bags,” Bruce suggested, leafing through the papers to make sure everything was accounted for.

“No need to look, Batsy,” Joker grinned, and yanked an orange bag from the trench coat’s ticket pocket as if he were pulling out a line of scarves. “Ta-dah!”

“That’ll do,” Bruce answered, unable to stop the minute smile from spreading on his face.

He’d all but tied the handles together and passed it to Joker for safe-keeping when the head-set in his cowl rang obnoxiously in his ear.

“Hello?” He asked in his normal voice.

“It’s just me, Batman,” Tiffany answered, sounding somewhat drained; John mouthed ‘who is it’ as he stepped a little closer. “I wanted to apologize for what I said earlier. I’m just having trouble wrapping my head around…everything.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.”

“Yeah, well… I also wanted to tell you I got a signal from one of Maroni’s thug’s phones. I’ll send you the coordinates. Is he with you?”

“…yes.”

“Figures… I’ll…discuss that with you another time. Just…be careful out there.”

“Always am.”

“No you’re not,” Tiffany countered with a light-hearted scoff before hanging up.

Notes:  Blargggh, my brain failed me at a critical time, and then today my stomach acted up for about 2 hours, which impeded me further!! Something must have really wanted me to just wrap up this chapter here… That, or they wanted you guys to wait this long. I certainly didn’t!! (T^T)

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[luckystarchild]

Random headcannon! What kind of fathers do you think the boys would be like? :)

Now THIS is the kind of head-canon Ask I can sink my teeth into! Love getting these. WARNING: LONG POST AHEAD.

KURAMA:

I actually wonder if Kurama would want children. Part of me thinks he’d be perfectly happy to be childfree by choice. He’s a precise person I imagine as a clean-freak, and I think he’d find kids tiresome.

BUT, if he had them, he’d raise them to be polite, responsible, and calm–almost little Kurama clones, because wild children would get on his nerves. He’d never, EVER raise his voice to his kids and he’d find spanking repugnant (because intimidating a child into obeying means he failed to reason with said child, which means Kurama’s big brain failed him, and his pride can’t have that)

 He’s the kind of father who would have an office in his home that no one is allowed into except for him;  “Don’t disturb your father while he’s working, children.”

I also think he might accidentally wind up being a bit distant from his kids. Not for lack of love, but he’s so dang polite and reserved that his kids might not find him accessible or approachable. PLUS I don’t think he had much of a family as a demon, and since he spent a lot of his childhood ignoring Shiori, he likely has no clue how to be a good parent (though he mimics Shiori as best he can). He’s not the type to play Legos with his kids, is what I’m saying.

He’d have no trouble telling his kids “no.” 

I think his kids would inevitably have a rebellious phase, mostly to get their father’s attention, and otherwise be hungry for his approval.

Mess with Kurama’s kids, btw, and you die. You die slowly and horribly in the basement, tortured long and slow (and Kurama’s kids, seeing him protect them, realize that while their father might be cold sometimes, he truly loves them very much).

The voice of reason on the local PTA (which he low-key runs by psychologically manipulating the other parents).

Bonus: Kurama’s kids would have a GREAT relationship with Shiori and spend a ton of time with their grandmother, whom Kurama would go to for parenting advice at least twice week when no one’s looking.

HIEI:

Firstly, I don’t think Mister Deathwish plans ahead enough to truly imagine a family life, and secondly, I think he’d avoid having kids after such a fucked-up childhood. “How can I raise a family when I’ve never had one of my own, never experienced what that feels like?” I hear him asking. He won’t even tell his sister they’re family, which makes me think he thinks he doesn’t DESERVE a family of his own…so any kids he has would likely be an accident, unless you write him with a lot of character development in which he moves past his intrinsic self-loathing.

So I see him being one of two types of fathers: the dad who resents having a kid accidentally (but the kid eventually opens him up and makes him a happier person), or the kind of dad who tries to be a good parent and just has no idea how and winds up making his kids cry a lot (“Daddy is scary!”). Or maybe he starts as the first and grows into the second; IDK.

Point is, he’d be gruff and no-nonsense, and when teaching his kids to fight (because you know he would!) he wouldn’t pull punches. In fact, I imagine him almost as an Aggressive Little League Dad™, taking a small child’s fighting lessons far too seriously for their own good:

“Pick up your sword, child!” he says to a kid literally in pull-ups.

“But Daddy, it’s too heavy!” says the kid as they try to life a sword that is literally twice their height.

“I SAID PICK IT UP, BRAT, AND STOP DAWDLING. AN ENEMY WOULD HAVE KILLED YOU BY NOW.”

 “Waaaah, Mommy, help!”

I think Hiei’s partner would have to step in and say, “Hiei, honey, they’re KIDS. Let them be kids. They don’t need to fight yet because we’ll keep them safe.” But since Hiei was LITERALLY TOSSED OFF A ROCK AS A BABY BY HIS OWN DANG MOM, he has no concept of what a peaceful childhood looks like and insists the kids fight while in diapers. It’s only when his partner points out that they do not, in fact, intend to toss their children off a floating island that Hiei chills out.

“Tell me, Hiei. Do you intend to abandon our child? Do you ever intend not to protect them? No? THEN LET THE KID GET A DANG TEDDY BEAR FOR HIS BIRTHDAY AND PUT AWAY THOSE NUNCHUCKS; GODDAMN.”

Has no idea what a PTA is and doesn’t care to learn, and will sulk if dragged to one. Maybe light a curtain on fire to cut the meeting short. It’s Hiei.

Bonus: Yukina would be a very involved auntie, because if Hiei is open enough to have kids of his own, he’d be open enough to confess he’s her brother.

YUSUKE:

Yusuke loves kids (at least in my personal head-canon he does), and while I totally see him having kids accidentally (because he ain’t the responsible sort), I do think he’d want them (or not hate the idea of then and just not think too hard about the possibility of kids until, whoops, one is on the way, too late now).

And you know what? I think he’d be a great dad.

He’d be warm with his kids, play with them on their level, and totally support them when they do something he never could (do well in school, for instance). Lots of affectionate teasing and wrestling, I picture. Yusuke’s father was canonically abusive, so Yusuke would try to right the wrongs of his childhood and be the best dad ever.

HOWEVER…I think he’d inevitably turn his partner into the Bad Cop to his Good Cop. Yusuke would be his kid’s buddy and leave the discipline to his partner. “Daddy, can I get a puppy?” “Um…go ask your mother/father!” He’d be the “fun” parent, and sometimes that would lead to strife with his partner and a lack of discipline with his kids. I mean, he’d probably give out the odd spanking or three (he spanks a kid in the manga, after all) but taking away a cell phone or grounding the kid would fall to Keiko, or whomever he has kids with.

In fact, if he tried to ground his teenage kids, they’d probably just laugh at him and assume he’s kidding, because he definitely let the kids skip school a few times, talks about their teachers with disdain, and isn’t built for being a stern parent.

Goes to PTA meetings, like, twice a year and makes snarky comments the whole time while eating all the snacks.

Bonus: Atsuko sobers up because Yusuke makes it clear she can’t be drunk when babysitting (and she desperately wants to be a better caretaker to them than she was to Yusuke, even if she laments she’s too young to be a grandmother). He also visits Mister Takenaka (who never married) with the kids sometimes and gets parenting advice from his former teacher, because Takenaka is the closest thing to a dad Yusuke had growing up. Takenaka becomes like a grandfather to Yusuke’s children and it’s lovely.

KUWABARA:

He wants kids, full stop. As a kid himself he wasn’t so sure, but as an adult his paternal instincts go a bit nuts. Turns out his obsession with kittens extends to human babies, as well. He’s a joyful parent, but he would very responsibly wait to have kids until he’s making good money and has finished school. No accidents like Yusuke, that’s for sure.

He preps the nursery as much as his partner does and is the best dad a mother could want during infancy. You ever see someone change a diaper at 4 AM with a grin on his face? You will if you visit Kuwabara when the baby comes home.

As the kids grow up, he gets totally wrapped around their fingers, a total “Yes Man” who brings home presents  (sometimes living ones like kittens) far too often for his partner’s tastes. Spoils his kids rotten, this guy, but his kids trust him completely and can go to him with any problems they have, knowing he won’t judge and will just listen.

He’s nurturing to a fault. Every night he helps with their homework, and if he doesn’t understand it, he’ll read chapters ahead in their textbooks and learn all of the material just so he can help them (through this he realizes just how much stuff he missed in school, back before he buckled down and went to college).

If he has a girl, he’ll be the kind of dad who gives a “Shotgun & Shovel” talk to her boyfriends (though knowing Shizuru, his daughters will be feminists and demand their dad back off and trust them to make their own choices). 

Kuwabara’s biggest fault as a dad is that he hovers and smothers; his kids will be driven NUTS and need space, much as they love their father.

Is the one bringing all the best snacks to the PTA meetings.

Bonus: Shizuru gives all his kids the sex talk because Kuwabara is too embarrassed to do it himself. She’s the coolest aunt ever, and his kids go to her house to escape their dad when he gets too smothery.

IN SUMMARY:

Hiei is an Aggressive Little League Dad™, but with fighting lessons. Doesn’t know what a PTA is and doesn’t care. WILL set something on fire if dragged there against his will.

Kurama is an aloof authority figure who psychologically manipulates the other PTA parents to get his way. Fuck you, Brenda, and screw the funding; these kids are getting a greenhouse.

Yusuke is the Cool Dad™ who eats all the snacks at PTA meetings (of which he only attends, like, two) and makes snarky comments about the moms' boobjobs to himself the whole time.

And Kuwabara is a loving helicopter parent who brings all the best snacks to the PTA meetings, during which he takes the meeting’s minutes (earnestly, but with illegible penmanship).

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[mikeandchesterforever]

I needed a distraction so here’s this

1. Full name: not saying bc I write personal shit on here but my roommate calls me Moca, so lets go with that 2. Zodiac sign: Sagittarius 3. 3 Fears: death, not succeeding in life, and losing the people I love 4. 3 things I love: music, tattoos, and dogs 5. 4 turns ons: 6. 4 turns offs: 7. My best friend: a wonderful human named Chai, who is probably reading this 8. Sexual orientation: Gay af 9. My best first date: definitely my most recent first date. We went to the MFA, and just got lost in there, looking at all of the art. And then we found a spot and just sat and talked for a while and it was incredible. 10. How tall am I: 5'5 and a half 11. What do I miss: my best friend… and my 3 friends that died 12. What time were I born: 5:58pm 13. Favourite colour: Black and neon green 14. Do I have a crush: I sure do… 15. Favourite quote: "Darling you'll be okay" I have it as a tattoo on my wrist in Vic Fuentes' handwriting 16. Favourite place: The beach 17. Favourite food: oh god that's hard…. I have so many. Mac and cheese is definitely one of them 18. Do I use sarcasm: yes but I have a hard time understanding it with other people (depending on who the person is) 19. What am I listening to right now: "Throne" by Bring Me The Horizon 20. First thing I notice in new person: their eyes 21. Shoe size: 9 ish 22. Eye colour: blue 23. Hair colour: brown but about to dye it 24. Favourite style of clothing: gay college kid who loves band merch 25. Ever done a prank call?: nope 26. What colour of underwear I’m wearing now?: black like my soul 27. Meaning behind my URL: this blog was solely for band stuff when I made it, and at the time Linkin Park was my all time favorite band. So yeah. 28. Favourite movie: That's hard… Probably Spider-Man bc he's my favorite super hero 29. Favourite song: Hold On Till May by Pierce the Veil 30. Favourite band: Pierce the Veil, no question 31. How I feel right now: upset, angry, nauseous, tired, sore 32. Someone I love: my incredible best friend 33. My current relationship status: single but crushing so hard on an amazing girl 34. My relationship with my parents: not bad but not perfect 35. Favourite holiday: Christmas - I love being able to buy my friends and family gifts 36. Tattoos and piercings?: 3 tattoos (but I want more), and two earring holes 37. Tattoos and piercing I want: I want a ton of tattoos, mostly song lyrics, and potentially a memorial piece for my three friends. I don’t think I want another piercing. 38. The reason I joined Tumblr: bands and venting… lots of venting. 39. Do I and my last ex hate each other? No, but I don’t know how tf she feels about me so there's that. 40. Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? Nope. Haven't in forever. 41. Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? Nope and I'm totally okay with that 42. When did I last hold hands? My birthday dinner. My girlfriend at the time was there, and we held hands almost all night 43. How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 5-10 minutes, once I actually get out of bed 44. Have I shaved your legs in the past three days? Lmao nope 45. Where am I right now? At my house, on my bed 46. If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? My amazing best friend - already almost happened once and I wouldn't have wanted anyone else there with me, nor would I have trusted anyone else to make sure I was okay 47. Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? Really depends on my mood 48. Do I live with my Mom and Dad? Yes 49. Am I excited for anything? Going back to school and seeing my best friend 50. Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? Sure do 51. How often do I wear a fake smile? More often than I'll ever admit 52. When was the last time I hugged someone? About an hour ago, I hugged my mom 53. What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? I would be so hurt. 54. Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? I'd like to say no, but lately I don’t even know who to trust anymore 55. What is something I disliked about today? I had to work a 10 hour shift with no break 56. If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? I've met PTV once already but I would meet them again in a heartbeat. If not them, then definitely BMTH 57. What do I think about most? Music 58. What’s my strangest talent? I hear a noise and sometimes I can figure out what note it is. My friends all think I have perfect pitch but idk 59. Do I have any strange phobias? Heights... 60. Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind it 61. What was the last lie I told? My mom asked how my day was and I told her it was good 62. Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? FaceTime! 63. Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Sometimes, I guess it depends on the day 64. Do I believe in magic? No but I love the idea of it 65. Do I believe in luck? Yes I do, and I am a very lucky person 66. What’s the weather like right now? It's cold and dark, but it was warm and sunny earlier today 67. What was the last book I’ve read? My classical music textbook 68. Do I like the smell of gasoline? Yes. Very much so. 69. Do I have any nicknames? My roommate calls me Moca 70. What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? I almost got a concussion once, other than that I've broken my arm and one of my fingers. 71. Do I spend money or save it? I try to save it but when I do spend it, it's usually on tattoos and concert tickets. 72. Can I touch my nose with a tongue? Yes 73. Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? Nope 74. Favourite animal? Hippos!!!!! 75. What was I doing last night at 12 AM? I was talking to my best friend on FaceTime, and we were talking about how we were so ready to go back to school. 76. What do I think is Satan’s last name is? Wtf??? I have no clue?????? 77. What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? Hold On Till May by Pierce the Veil 78. How can you win my heart? Be patient with me, and let me learn to trust you, and we learn who we really are 79. What would I want to be written on my tombstone? At this current moment in time, I want "so long and good night" 80. What is my favourite word: indeed 81. My top 5 blogs on tumblr: all the blogs I follow bc they are all wonderful 82. If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?: don’t ever give up. Life gives you so many options - don’t you dare make giving up one of them. You'll always be okay, even when you think the world is ending around you. 83. Do I have any relatives in jail? Unfortunately yes…. 84. I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? Mind-reading. Then I'd know how people really feel about me. 85. What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? I don’t know tbh 86. What is my current desktop picture? A picture of PTV that I love bc it's cute 87. Had sex? Nope 88. Bought condoms? Nope 89. Gotten pregnant? Nope 90. Failed a class? Almost 91. Kissed a boy? Yes 92. Kissed a girl? Yes 93. Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? No but I want to so bad 94. Had job? Yup 95. Left the house without my wallet? Yeah… 12/10 do not recommend 96. Bullied someone on the internet? Never 97. Had sex in public? Nope 98. Played on a sports team? Yeah, when I was younger I played baseball. And I played ultimate frisbee in high school and for half a semester in college 99. Smoked weed? No 100. Did drugs? No 101. Smoked cigarettes? No 102. Drank alcohol? Yes 103. Am I a vegetarian/vegan? Nope 104. Been overweight? Mhmm…... 105. Been underweight? Nope 106. Been to a wedding? Yup, and I was in it too 107. Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Yeah 108. Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Yes but only when I am sick 109. Been outside my home country? Yup, twice 110. Gotten my heart broken? Oh yeah... 111. Been to a professional sports game? Yup! 112. Broken a bone? Yeah, I broke my arm when I was 7 and I broke one of my fingers when I was 8 113. Cut myself? Oh yes. More than I'd like to admit, actually. I struggled with it for a really long time. 114. Been to prom? Yup 115. Been in airplane? Yes! I like them a lot actually 116. Fly by helicopter? Nope 117. What concerts have I been to? Linkin Park, Avenged Sevenfold, Bon Jovi, Stone Temple Pilots (with lead singer Chester Bennington), Warped Tour, A Silent Film, Demi Lovato, Pentatonix, and my loves Pierce the Veil (4 times to be exact). 118. Had a crush on someone of the same sex? Oh yes. 119. Learned another language? Yup! I'm not fluent in it though 120. Wore make up? Yes… but most recently it was for a play I did and I needed to look like a dude 121. Lost my virginity before I was 18? Haven't lost it yet 122. Had oral sex? Nope 123. Dyed my hair? Hell yeah and doing it again 124. Voted in a presidential election? Yup 125. Rode in an ambulance? No 126. Had a surgery? Yup, my wisdom teeth, and I'm p sure they had to surgically fix my arm when I broke it 127. Met someone famous? Yes! I met PTV 128. Stalked someone on a social network? Yes…. 129. Peed outside? Nope 130. Been fishing? Nope 131. Helped with charity? Yes 132. Been rejected by a crush? Yes…. 133. Broken a mirror? No 134. What do I want for birthday? To not spend it alone like I did this year 135. How many kids do I want and what will be their names? I don’t know 136. Was I named after anyone? Yes but I really don’t want to get into that 137. Do I like my handwriting? Not really but it's okay I guess 138. What was my favourite toy as a child? I had a stuffed cat and I named her Daisy, after my cat 139. Favourite Tv Show? NCIS, no question 140. Where do I want to live when older? Idk… Maybe near Boston, maybe not. 141. Play any musical instrument? Yup - tuba, bass trombone, alto sax, drums, piano, euphonium, guitar, and now I am learning bass guitar. 142. One of my scars, how did I get it? I have a scar on my arm from getting burned 143. Favourite pizza topping? Pineapple bc I'm a nerd 144. Am I afraid of the dark? No 145. Am I afraid of heights? Yes I fucking am 146. Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? No 147. Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? Lmao did you mean my life 148. What I’m really bad at: being organized 149. What my greatest achievements are: actually living to see my 20th birthday 150. The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: "You know what? If you're going to hurt yourself go ahead. Go right ahead." 151. What I’d do if I won in a lottery: Make myself and my loved ones financially stable - so my parents, my sister and brother in law, my brother, my best friend, and myself. 152. What do I like about myself: my eyes, my hair, and my music taste. 153. My closest Tumblr friend: I don’t have anyone that I only know from tumblr and no other context 154. Something I fantasize about my ex: her and I being together and happy… so, so happy. Going on dates, spending time together, and just loving each other so much. But it's never going to happen.

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CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS 

What is their go-to takeaway food, and what do they usually order? (Chinese, Indian etc.)  Andrew’s been around the world, and he has to say, he’s a sucker for some good Italian food. There’s a cute place in Little Italy, quite fantastic. Their Roman Chicken Polenta is what he normally gets, but if he’s indulging himself their homemade Lasagna is to die for. 

Who is their go-to drunk dial? Tom @thomas-serpell​

If they take the tube, what’s the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to them? He’s been solicited illegal drugs, steroids, even weapons. Didn’t turn out to well for the other folks.

Has your character ever gotten so drunk they pissed themselves? Once, pissed himself once laughing, while drunk in a bar with his mates. Was watching the new SAS inductee try to pick up women.

Have they ever lost someone close to them, and how do they remember them? (Listen to old voicemails; look at old photos, etc.) His parents when he was quite young. Andrew is careful about his identity, so he doesn’t keep much in form of physical memorabilia. He does have his parent’s wedding rings, which he keeps in the false bottom of his nightstand drawer.

How many people has your character screwed? 9 or 10. Do drunk one night stands count?

Which reality TV show would your character best fit? The bachelor. Definitely. 

Most expensive pair of shoes they own? A pair of Giorgio Armani shoes. 700 new.

Go-to karaoke song, and can they sing it well? Wanted Dead or Alive, Bon Jovi. He’s actually not half bad.

Did they party in their younger years? What were they like, and where did they go? He was the typical military guy with no reservations. He enjoyed his young years, being done with the Orphanage. Frequented the bars a lot with his buddies.

How many Disney/Disney Pixar movies has your character seen, and which is their favourite? Not many, mostly the older ones. He always enjoyed the Lion King, talk about a redemption arc.

Red Bull or Monster? Yuck, neither. So bad for you. A good run would do it for him. Otherwise, coffee. Black.

Has your character ever been to a music festival? Which? Did they enjoy it? Yeah, none he really enjoyed though. He enjoys listening to music at home more.

If you character had to gear up for a fight, what would they bring? HA. 

Daniel Defense DDM4V11 AR-15, with a 12 inch barrel, and MAGPUL Accessories. 

Beretta M9 with Streamlight TLR-1 Mounted Light. 

K-Bar Tactical Knife. 

Standard Spec Ops Clothing, along with a Level IIIi Body Armor

Who would they bring as their backup? Tom, absolutely. Or a couple of his old SAS Buddies.

Who would your character kill/have assassinated if there were no consequences? There’s a long list. 90% Russian.

What are their favourite three toppings for a pizza? Sausage, Olive, Pepperoni. 

How do they keep fit? What does their training regimen look like? He works out at least for times a week, at a gym when he has one. Otherwise he has a tough home workout regiment that he can do when on the move.

Nutella or peanut butter? Peanut Butter. Too much sugar in that Nutella stuff.

Is your character married? If so, what was their wedding like? If not, how do they imagine their wedding will one day be? Nope. And he sees himself as damaged goods, so highly unlikely he ever will be. He has a textbook commitment issue.

If they could visit any country in the world, which would it be? Someplace remote, with no internet or cell service. Preferably tropical.

Which is their favourite of the countries they’ve already visited? Italy is a favorite, along with the Czech Republic, funnily enough.

What is their favourite cologne/perfume? Not much of a cologne guy.

Red wine or white wine? Red.

Are they any good at playing Monopoly? Nah. Andrew doesn’t often sit around long enough for a game of monopoly. 

Have they ever played a video game? Like Red Dead Redemption II, for example. He played a Call of Duty game, and laughed, as he’s done a lot of it in real life. Besides the jumping into helicopters and the other unrealistic bullshit. 

What is their favourite type of weather to be stuck in? Rain. Rain every day of the week. It’s calming to him.

Do they like living in London, or is their being here more of a necessity than a choice? Necessity. It allows him to be close to work, and a place to blend in.

What’s the wildest thing that’s ever happened to them at an airport? Been told they needed to perform a cavity search. He’s pretty sure the guard was joking, but the look Andrew gave him shut him up either way.

Have they ever been caught up in a natural disaster? Just bad thunderstorms, nothing major.

What is their usual coffee shop order? Large coffee, black. 

Have they ever watched American Football? Did they think it was just rugby for bitches? Isn’t it?

If they had to join another mob (erasing their current affiliations entirely) which do you think your character would fit best? He’d make one hell of an arms dealer. Or hitman. 

Has your character ever killed anyone? If so, what’s their kill count? In the SAS? Yes. 19. In the service? That’s classified. 

Which is their favourite borough of London to spend time in? Andrew doesn’t really like London all that much. He spends a lot of time at home.

Do they have any interesting /important family members or ancestors? Just diplomats for parents, since deceased.

Who are your character’s top three celebrity crushes? Honestly? Jessica Alba, Mila Kunis, Jennifer Aniston

If mob affiliations didn’t exist, who would your character be most attracted to on the dash? Cassie. 

What’s the name of the first pet they owned, and what kind of animal was it? He owned a Corgi when he was young, before his parents deaths. They called him Stevie.

Do they have a former friendship they miss/wish they could revive? He lost his mate Alan in Afghanistan. Hence the cover name Alan Burnhart. 

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7 Books Perfect for the Beach or the Backyard

Spring Break season is here, and alongside choosing the right swimsuit, my top packing priority is always finding the best books to bring along to read poolside. Or, if you’re not traveling, a great read can still offer a fun escape even if you’re sitting on your couch.

And the good news is that if you don’t get to some of these during Spring Break, summer vacation is just around the corner!

Here are seven books perfect for the beach or the backyard…

  One True Loves

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

As a mom with four little children, I highly value my sleep and almost nothing can convince me to stay up late. So when I tell you that I stayed up until 2 a.m. reading this book because I was dying to know how it ended, there is pretty much no higher praise.

Emma marries her high school sweetheart, Jesse, and they are blissfully happy together, escaping their hometown for life in California and traveling the world together for both of their jobs. But then Jesse goes missing in a helicopter accident over the Pacific and Emma’s picture-perfect life is shattered in an instant. She moves home with her parents and after years of mourning finally finds a new life for herself, including an engagement to a friend of hers from high school that she’d lost touch with.

You can guess what happens next. Jesse is found and now Emma has to choose between her old life and her new. If you love this one, you’ll be delighted to know that Taylor Jenkins Reid has three other books (Stephanie tells me this is actually one of her all-time favorites!), plus another one coming out this summer.

  Dark Matter

by Blake Crouch

If you like your fiction with a sci-fi twist, this one is a winner. In January, I asked on my Facebook page what the best book people had read in 2016 was, and so many people mentioned this one.

I read it in 36 hours and then insisted my husband read it. And HE stayed up until 1 a.m. to finish it. This is one of those books that it’s better to read without knowing too much about it, but the basic idea is that Jason, a physics professor, has a happy life with his wife and their one son in Chicago.

On the evening the book opens, he’s headed out to get drinks with a friend who just won a massive scientific award, the kind that Jason might have earned himself if his early academic achievements and research hadn’t been derailed by his choice to marry and have a family. And then, on his way home from the bar, he’s mugged and when he wakes up, the whole world has changed. I’m not usually a sci-fi reader, but this one drew me in like nothing has since The Martian.

  My Not So Perfect Life

by Sophie Kinsella

Admittedly, I like pretty much all of Sophie Kinsella’s books, but her stand-alone novels are my very favorite. This one was the perfect read for my recent hospital stay after the birth of my fourth daughter – just fun, light, and romantic.

Nobody does a beach read like Sophie Kinsella and this one had me laughing my head off as I snuggled my new baby. Katie is making a life for herself in London, but the glamorous job and social life she imagined hasn’t quite panned out.

Instead, she’s rooming with two other people in a pretty sad apartment and pinching the few pennies she makes at her job in marketing (where she’s really just a glorified secretary). Fortunately, it’s not too hard to make her life look a lot better on Instagram.

Pack your bags and happy reading.

  Textbook Amy Krouse Rosenthal

by Amy Krouse Rosenthal

You may know Amy Krouse Rosenthal from her very popular children’s picture books like Little Pea. Or you might know her from her recent New York Times article that went viral called You Might Want to Marry My Husband about her hopes that he’d find new love after she died of ovarian cancer (she just passed away a few weeks ago).

Or maybe you’ve never heard of her. Either way, this memoir, written before her diagnosis, is both quirky and charming and usually quirky is not my thing. She has her book divided into various sections as if it were a textbook, with titles like Geography and Romantic Languages. It’s so sweet and funny and engaging and makes you just want to really live life to the fullest. I read the whole thing in a single evening.

  The Chemist

by Stephenie Meyer

It’s been a long time since the author of Twilight released a new book, and this one wasn’t what I was expecting.

Her dedication of the book “To Jason Bourne and Aaron Cross” tells you everything you need to know – this book is a thriller with lots of action and adventure. The story follows Alex, a former government agent who is living her life on the run since her partner was murdered by their handlers. After a few years of moving from town to town, switching identities the way most of us change underwear, her old boss manages to get in touch with her and convince her to come into work on a new biological terrorist threat. Of course, nothing goes as smoothly as she might have hoped and suddenly she’s dealing with all sorts of new enemies.

After a few years of moving from town to town, switching identities the way most of us change underwear, her old boss manages to get in touch with her and convince her to come into work on a new biological terrorist threat. Of course, nothing goes as smoothly as she might have hoped and suddenly she’s dealing with all sorts of new enemies. And. . . of course, a little romance thrown in.

  The Hit Makers: The Science of Popularity in an Age of Distraction

by Derek Thompson

If your idea of a good vacation read is some compelling non-fiction (and it’s definitely my idea of a great read), The Hit Makers is for you.

In the same vein as Malcolm Gladwell’s bestseller Outliers, this is pop non-fiction at its finest, full of fascinating stories and gripping writing, this book all about why some things are wildly popular and why other things never take off, is just as fun a read as any fiction book out there.

  To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before

by Jenny Han

I have a soft spot in my heart for young adult contemporary fiction and this one is one of the best I’ve read in the last five years. Lara Jean is dealing with the heartbreak of her beloved older sister and best friend going off to college.

As the middle of three girls living with their dad since their mother died years earlier, Lara Jean can hardly stand the thought of saying goodbye to Margot. But shortly after Margot’s departure, Lara Jean has more pressing matters on her mind.

Like the fact that somehow the secret letters she’s written to each boy she’s ever had a crush on and stowed away in a special box got MAILED to their (un)intended recipients. Including Margot’s long-time boyfriend who lives next door. This book is hilarious, sweet, and just completely lovable. It’s solid enough to be a stand-alone book, but there is a sequel – P.S. I Still Love You – and a third book coming out this May.

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