#he's not thier fucking nanny

[hl-obsessed]

Whatever you do don’t imagine Harry babysitting Olive and Lucky while the Tomlinsons go out for the twins birthday 🫠😫🥰

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#ummmm #ok i won't #i didn't #i'm not much of a kids person so it doesn't quite sit with me right #that he would stay home when all of them went out #but who knows #for me he was there out with tomlinsons #but it's the option too #everyone free to think what they choose #sorry anon #wong person here for that kind of ask #nothing fun in imaging staying with kids home #he's not thier fucking nanny #sorry one more time #maybe it's sound appealing for some but surely not for me #as cute as it my seems when larry would do that together with all thier love for kids #it something different when one is left behind with others out like that #and it's wasn't some random party it was family celebration #and with harry being a tomlinson too #what they left him home coz they can't be seen together? #it looked like some private room there #i'm sure there was no need for him to stay behind #other thing all together is either he wanted too #which i don't think he did #sorry #🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️ #anon #ask #leaving just with '.' so maybe they will be some people that agree with you

[heartsbreaking]

some feral kind of oc making demon below (this is about succ again)

idk if ive established the kind of person i am enough yet but like any sliver of canon i will use to make an oc and tom/shiv baby oc is calling to me. i wanna examine the cycle i want her to be a girl because THE POISON FUCKING DRIPS THROUGH i wanna examine shiv's variety of absent mother, how her trauma as a woman and as someone in a loveless marriage would affect a daughter. i wanna write a teenage girl who's so desperate to win the love of her mother and father. i wanna write a girl who growing up though she could fix her parents marriage if she was just good enough, if she did well enough in school and if she played her part right but nothing she could ever do would fill that void where a doting mother should be. i want a girl who got affection from her father because her father did want her despite the circumstances but he was absent too, busy puppeting and being puppeted, and when he was around his affection felt empty as well. i wanna write a girl who's existence has been filled with nannies and absence, who doesn't know why her parents are the way they are, just that at one point they weren't that way. she's built her identity around being what she thinks they want and what will get thier attention and that facade is cracking because it doesn't work. and she doesn't even realize that she's her mother's daughter, she doesn't know that this is what shiv did trying to earn her father's love.

like what if i did it, what would you do would you support me??? or would yall hate it if i did this? cause i feel like people tend to be kinda ambiguous to really passionately hating 'next gen' type ocs

anywho fc ideas! (gif credit linked in emoji)

jade pettyjohn ©

milly alcock ©

grace van dien ©

sarah desjardins

olivia scott welch ©

mallory bechtel ©

#succession spoilers #*[ OOC ] . . . a treatise on the effects of caffeine

[vdragon-creations]

Sup!

I can't fucking sleep, so I'm just gunna ramble on a bit about my DR OC'S backstory! Think of this like my notes, so some of this is just shit that I'm coming up with on the fly. Sorta, I've had this shit on my mind a long time, so some of it is concrete. Also, like I said, I can't sleep and I'm really tired so consistency and grammar are non existent! Got it? Fucking good! Also still don't have a name for her yet, so my OC will just be called my OC in this!

My Oc grew up as the only daughter of a young couple, the father being a famous editor for a publishing company, and her mother was a stay at home mom! He mother did an amazing job taking care of the house, being an Ultimate Nanny. She loved her daughter with all her heart! But, there was only one small issue, she had some pretty bad depression. She was pretty good at keeping it hidden from everyone, except her daughter, who seemed to have the talent of empathy. Not only did the young one understand how she was feeling just by looking, listening, or talking to her, but it seemed like anytime she would touch her daughter, she would begin to show signs of distress. Like she was mirroring the emotional pain she was feeling a physical way. Because of this, her mother began to become distant, as she felt guilty for making her daughter feel this way.

Well, this wasn't the only thing making her distant, recently her husband had been coming home later and later, smelling like booze and getting angry at her for apparently no reason at all. He had been facing stress at work, and given his wife's mental state, he couldn't turn to her for much help. So, alcohol seemed to be the next best thing. Thier daughter, being an empath, couldn't help but become overwhelmed by all the arguments and negative emotions that she would hide as soon as her father came home, especially when she sensed him feeling violent.

One night, he came home so drunk and angry, he severely beat her mother, and then he tried going after her. Luckily, she was able to escape the house and ran to a neighbor to call for help.

After that, my OC'S life wasn't the same ever again. Countless interviews with counselors, adoption coordinators, psychologists, and doctors. She was fine and unharmed (physically anyhow) but her mother was a different story. Her mental issues had only deteriorated thanks to the abuse, and she was deemed no longer fit to raise her daughter.

During her days in school, my OC'S days were mostly spent being silent. Her empathic abilities only seemed to get stronger, and now, just a simple touch was all it took for her to lock onto a person's emotions and begin feeling them herself tenfold! Because of this, she became incredibly touch starved, she couldn't even get a hug, no matter how much she wanted one. She would just being crying so much that she'd become debated.

Because of this, her school began to get concerned and sent her to see a special counselor from the board of education in thier district. A remarkable woman who worked at Hope's Peak Academy, a Super High School Level Ultimate Therapist. After being told about this young ladies talent, she jumped at the opportunity to see her. It was remarkable, she empathic talents where definitely something amazing! And if trained and used wisely, they could be used to help so meny people!

So, she drew up to the papers, and legally adopted her. The woman told the school that she would be taking a few months out of school to try and work on helping the girl control her ability, and they agreed as long as promised not to bring her back untill then! And not a day sooner. She agreed, and just like that, they began to work together.

The girl began to see this woman as a teacher and a role model. Not only was she helping her not be such a crybaby, but she was also helping her learn how to help people with her talents! She would sometimes sit in the office with her while she would be talking to a student. And if the student began to show signs of lieing, or their emotions where hard to read, her teacher would ask her how the patient was feeling. And everytime, she was dead on!

This was nice, and by this time, she was 17 and had gotten quite the handle on her abilities. She still couldn't touch anyone, but she wasn't crying every five minutes either. So, she returned to school. This is when my OC ment a young man, a couple of years older then her, who was the member of a Biker Gang known as the Cyan Dragons! She didn't know why, but she was so intrigued by him. He looked so happy and he genuinely smiled so much it almost seemed unnatural. And for a man who looked to rough and mean, he was a gentleman. She began to hang out with him, go on rides, dates, and dispite her touchring him and starting to get overwhelmed with emotions, he was kind to her no matter what. They did everything together. They loved each other! She may not have been a member of the gang, but the men in the gang treated her like they're own. It was like....she had a family!

A few years went by and my OC got some fantastic news from her adoptive mother that Hope's Peak Academy was begging to have her attend school! She would get a free ride in on the condition that she help her adoptive mother with her counseling needs while there! She was so happy, and quickly told her boyfriend about it, and he was overjoyed! This was great, she was gunna finally get a chance to help others so that they didn't have to suffer like she or her mother did. Her and her boyfriend then made a pact, and the moment she graduated from Hope's Peak and became a counselor like she wanted, he would quit the gang, and start making a living so that they could start a family together. It would've been perfect!

It would've...

A year before she was supposed to start at Hope's Peak, he was killed in an accident. It was devastating. During the funeral, she was approached by meny of the members of his gang, and even one of the leaders from another gang they were affiliated with, The Crazy Diamonds, came to see her an pay thier respects. His name was Daiya, and they had a nice chat. During the conversation, she mentioned the pact she made with her boyfriend, and he perked up. He mentioned that his little brother was gunna be enrolled into Hope's Peak too. He looked her over from a moment and said that he hopes that she still plans on going, cause people like his little brother are gunna need her help.

My OC took his word to heart, and promised that she would continue that quest to help others. And with that, they parted ways.

A year later, she was finally in Hope's Peak! Sure, it was a bit weird being 21, and still be in High School, but she wasn't gunna let that bother her! Besides, it wasn't like she was held back because she was stupid are anything. And she wouldn't be the only one! After doing some research on the students her mother and her would be working with through the first year, she found that one of them was the same age, which made her feel a bit better.

WELL! That's all I got for now! Good morning, and Good Night!

#danganronpa #oc #Story #backstory #danganronpa original character

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

74% of women across the world and 32% of men have had their reproductive materials stolen.

Usually at birth for men and at puberty for girls.

So many people in DNA4U are receiving messages saying "you're adopted!"

I just saw one instance occur between a 30 year old and his 50 year old dad.

So its pretty cool to be loved enough to be adopted. I always wished I was adopted... Mostly when i was younger. Wished i had different parents. Turns out that i did.

I had my real parents whom were murdered.

So I always wished that i had parents that truly loved me.

So. What I always wished was that my parents were still alive. But in my mind i wished that people that cared about me more had adopted me.

I was angry as a child. Scared, hurt often.

So.

For DNA4U a 30 year old doesn't need a dad. He's lived his whole life Without one, doesn't need some biological parents that threw him out, didn't want him.

I know his dad, he would never had donatatef his sperm. He has always known how valuable sperm is. And he never thought he would want to meet his child in this manner.

That's what he thought, but it turns out... He's really excited and happy.

The 30 year old has 6 adopted children.

So that is why i am writing today. Because he didn't understand what it was exactly.

One was famous and knew me since 6 months after my parents were murdered. So I was just barely two. So he's known me nearly my whole life.

The other is one from Compton, living in a "group home" underground with other inky babies and some run aways. And some kidnapped children. We think the kidnapped kids were to hide and blend in the babies made of stolen genetic materials, in a lab and placed into surrogate wombs and incubation chambers which mimicked wombs.

And it did work, to be honest.

We didn't expect that and things went wrong.

I gave away my very own children and children of my friends and even family members. Because they claimed to have no parents or were confused, not having actual parents but nannies. And they were so young, we gave them for adoption. To hope they had better lives. And would grow and be kind and wise and happy.

Do i regret that? I took care of them the best i could. I know they were happy and wise and strong both mentally and physically. I love them, even those that actually did have families and were kidnapped and not my own. I do have a different bond with my own kids. But i love them all, i truly do, and im so proud of them.

I'm angry. I'm angry because the truth could been told. I'm bitter because it wasn't. And I'm revengeful.

I don't have the regrets a mother should, mostly because my children as infants were sold by Denise or killed by Jesse and his "friends" because i know that they're alive and well likely because i didn't have them. So I don't have regrets.

I have deep seated hate and resentment for those that make me feel that ny children not being with me was the best thing for them.

So.

I used to think "being adopted has to be the happiest thing, id rather be anywhere but here"

Anger. Confusion. Sadness. Guilt. Its alot to manage and understand

So for people whose genetic material was stolen -- you receive or will receive messages that you're adopted. Both for the parent and the child, no matter the age

Because i feel that being adopted is so much happier than the truth -- you had children created without your permission.

We have lives of the past, no matter how good or bad. And so its difficult to say "you're my dad" because dads are supposed to know everything about their kids.

Its difficult to say, "you're my baby" when its an adult, or "you're my kid" when its a perfect stranger you know nothing about.

So you "adopt" each other. Simply. You accept that they're you're kid. Or your parent. No matter what. You are willing to love each other, help each other and be kind to one another.

You're willing to let go of the fear, the anger, the ambush and let yourself have a relationship with someone whom you're biologically connected.

I have grandkids. Two have spent 7 years in cages. Literal animal cages since birth. They sweet and so smart and so kind, so fucking smart, you'd never know. We talk about their comfort and safety so its the only way we can tell. Because they have issues like needing to use old lady walkers/wheelchairs because their legs are so extremely weak from literally never needing to be used. But mentally, they're amazing and so strong behind belief.

They'll be okay. They walk and need aspercream and menthol and camphor rubbed in their legs, back and shoulders, daily sometimes multiple times per day. And we just say its sore for now but you'll build strength and in a few months it won't hurt anymore. And we have this list of medical supplies to help.

They're sleeping in the kitchen on air mattresses. So they know they can eat, any time and anything they want. Theyhavebedrooms with mini refrigerators and cabinets stocked with food, which unfortunately are upstairs. So we said put them in the kitchen. They'll be fine and it will be better for them mentally to know they have full access and control of their access and ability and they don't have to strain their little bodies.

That's love. That's what an adopted kid wants and needs. And that's acceptance that they're a little different than what is perceived as normal. They got a bit of special needs.

We have to be aware and extend that.

So sometimes for adoption it isn't perfect. Its not total 100% ready to be committed to being trusting or being okay with words that are normally said by each other. Or even actions.

We didn't realize going up and down would be so painful for them on the stairs. Neither did they, we had to stop and think about it, late late night on Day 2.

So we're not perfect, sometimes were dumbasses. But they didn't complain. So we had to stop and think you know. We can do better. They were just happy to be out and free and feeling okay.

But that intuition ... I can do better. We can do better. They need more than this. They need a little extra.

Its no ones fault really, we just observed what we had. When the pain struck then we realized going up and down ain't necessary. And we can make them mentally stable quickly. And they can go to their rooms but having that extra help is realky beneficial.

They were walking to the kitchen 5 times a day. And it was far. 30 feet one way. Plus the stairs and another 50 feet to their rooms

But it was too taxing just the 5 times from the living room/TV to the kitchen.

So if they weren't able to eat freeky before, put them in the kitchen, there's room and its better for them to know its their kitchen and they can eat when and what they please.

Of course they dont know what it all is.. Do they cook it or ? But they can ask.

And they never seen TV before so we hear "look at all the colors!"

Things we take for granted, ordinary boring things. Its new. And they appreciate it, and they're happy.

But that extra, helping thier little bodies to gain muscle and ability to walk stable and without exhaustion. That really provides an extra mile.

They can't walk that mile today. But one day they will, ubaided and without fear.

In time. Their own time.

So being notified you're adopted is us going that extra mile to help your emotions to be happier and more stable.

Yes. Your real parents want you.

Yes, your kid wants you as a parent although they have had a whole life and are 3 years old or 30 years old.

It skips alot of unknown... Do they wanna know me? Yes you're adopted, of course they do.

Do they wanna see me? Do they want to hug me? Yes, of course they do. You're adopted.

So i help this helps you all understand the term adopted in dna4u better and helps you understand even if you don't go that extra mile, because you don't think about it -- they're still okay and they're still happier than they were before. Just because you're there.

If you're the kid. I promise. Us parents are way happier, too. Although were super worried. But great communication is key to a long and successful relationship built on love.

So many of us didn't know, and never would had guessed and we have anger, but its the thieves to be the recipient of that hate, and sometimes its best yo let go of it and just love one another -- the people that deserve the love.

Good luck and god speed.

*only 3% total of original humans have had their genetic material stolen. In the 1960s they did 20 per couple. In 1977 they went down to 5 then in the 1986 up to ten per couple. So if you were born in 1961 to 1976 you may have up to 20 kids out there. From 1977 to current it may be 10.

I have 71. From adult to 12 years of age. The oldest is 60. From 1947. She quit having birthdays at age 60. Reincarnation.

So possibly you may have some from other lives. So you may have more but they are limited. It was stopped commercially in 1971. Then babies were sold illegally since until 2012 for mostly only white women. They became too fearful as i had ordered all my own eggs destroyed in 2009, although they weren't using them. But they still did men as it was easier to drug and jack them off into a cup

...and East Ethiopia and West Nigeria, South Central America, Johannesburg located in East Africa and several parts of Southern America and many parts of East Africa it was allowed by the governments to still steal eggs and genetic material from both men and women without their knowledge.

So Michael Jackson has over 3,000 that he created with his own knowledge to use for working for free labor in factories in southern Florida. With eggs donated to his fertility clinic. They were used illegally.

I have three with his body guard, decoy that was used in the early 90s and is photographed with Lisa Marie. And 2 have met me and they're doing well as far as I can see. One did not want anything to do with me at that time, the other did. Unfortunately my home was too unsafe for her. I have not seen them in awhile but they're all beautiful. One is missing. She was put into human trafficking and now has her own home and isn't doing as fine as she should be. So I have 2 girls and one boy who is actually in the middle.

Then I have two other famous children on tv which I did know about previously. The parents thought they were infertile and so Jesse said he knew a good fertility specialist and implanted twins of my eggs, mixed with his sperm. They're beautiful and sweet. Their parents are lovely people for the most part. High maintenance but they're alright. They really do care deeply about the kids as well as themselves. And they educate the kids and they're all kind and loving and sweet.

I have 71. And i know they all must be absolutely amazing and i hope to meet them all soon. They don't have to accept me. But if they do its good, if not, that's also good. As long as they love themselves and their own families then it's good. But i certainly hope they all love themselves.

I dont care if their famous or rich or quiet librarians or party or like to sit home with their cats, no matter what they do - as long as they love each other and themselves. That they have love and know what happiness is and can feel some form of it often.

I make my choices and sometimes people make choices for me. To understand the difference is what is important in the ability to accept reality. In order to understand why they're treated differently than another child that i have had contact with.

I'm sorry our lives are the way they are. I'm doing the best i can and i know the best isn't always good enough nor will it ever be. But that i know i must accept and continue to be myself and do all i can do.

And that is what I hope my children do as well.

Even if it doesn't feel good enough... At least it is good.

[countdownto65]

The Thin Line of Consent

I mentioned this in the previous blog but in my place of finding self and abandoning shame, I need to own what happened to me and how it affected my life for the proceeding 2 decades. My first memory of Alvan was when I was 10. He was a friend of my best friends father. The two of them were part of a club and they helped run the ice area. We would see him there. He would put his arm around me and say things like “we need to get this one into modeling.” and various other things that inflates a young girls confidence. Especially one that was struggling with identity. I had hit puberty early and many of my school mates would call me names like hoe because I had boobs and was getting attention from boys. In my part of owning my fault I will add that I took this attention and flew with it, learning very early to flirt. Alvan was also a member of our church and a friend of my grandfathers so after our introduction at the arena he would always seek me and the family out to say hello. He was a business man and very affluent. Around this time he got married to Andia. I attended his wedding with my best friend and her family. She was very pregnant at the time of the wedding. So naturally I would make a great babysitter right? By this time I was about 12 and working on starting a rebellious streak. They would pick me up to babysit but they wouldn’t go anywhere. They said Andia needed the help to take care of the baby and the house. They would pay me but really I just hung out with them and the baby while I was over there. I didn’t mind, they were rich. I did little work while I was there, maybe made a few bottles or colored with the kids.

By 14 I had a steady boyfriend And was experimenting sexually with him. When I was at Alvan’s they would make me white russians to drink and tell me the liquor cabinet was at my disposal, but I really didn’t like alcohol. In Alvan’s office he would often be looking at internet porn when I would come in. He would show me short bits or thumbnail file pictures. He had stories of a previous babysitter that they had try to “help” who had went wayward and no longer was at thier disposal. In retrospect I think it was a combination of her taking the out of another girl coming in (me) and her getting too old for Alvan’s liking. I lost my virginity to my boyfriend and therefore thought I was experienced. I played into Alvan’s advances. He was older, powerful, rich. His wife was into it as long as she was a part of the flirting, although doing it secretly away from Andia had a certain allure to him. So we would often have “secrets”. He started fondle me on my ride home…another secret. He would say He was doing me a “favor” by giving me an orgasm on the way home. It was also around this time that he began buying me lingerie and photographing me in it. He put many things on the internet. I don’t know if my photos were on there. ( I did know where he kept his box of Polaroids and one day far later (around 17) I snuck in his closet and destroyed the pictures of me. There were pictures of many women in the box.) By now I was about 14 or closing in on 15. Now I was beginning to experiment with marijuana. So he would buy a bag for Andia and I and he would watch us smoke in lingerie. It was now that he had me babysit as an overnight so we could “party”. That meant get drunk and high and take me into the bedroom with them. She was quite pregnant with her second child that first time. I was afraid and felt creepy but I went along with it. Almost as if I would disappoint them if I backed out. This was the only time I was an active participant. I was asked to preform oral sex on her and I did. Again I felt weird about it but also had questioned my sexuality and wondered what it would be like. She was pregnant, twice my age and unshaved…it was gross. I got paid the next day for “babysitting”. Each subsequent bedroom incident I was present but not active in participating. I would let him or her preform oral or manual sex on me but I wouldn’t reciprocate. They asked me why. I didn’t have an answer except that I wasn’t ready but really it was because he was far older then me and creepy and it felt creepy. I remember clearly once before my 16th birthday he made a comment that we would have to get it in a few times before I became of legal age if consent because it would loose some of the fun. This went on on and off until I was maybe 18 or 19. Most times I would babysit while they were home (babysitting meaning entertaining the kids) sometimes they would take me on dates to dinner or strip clubs or the mall and buy me stuff my parents could never afford. Many times they offered to buy me a new car if I would move in and be a full time “nanny”. I always declined. We would all sit in the hot tub naked at night. I had a guest room set up in their house.

My mother asked on a few occasions why they were so interested in me. I lied. I felt like I was consenting and therefore would get in trouble. Like if I get in trouble for sex with my boyfriend imagine the trouble I would get in for this. I also never told my boyfriends more then I was the nanny. I was afraid of judgement and having to face my own shame of feeling like a whore or feeling used. I almost felt like the money was less for babysitting and more for sex, like a prostitute. I also only half saw the wrong in it still. Yeah it was out of the norm but I never said no, I kept coming back, Andia and I were friends. They acted like they thought so highly of me. I was the Godmother of their second child. The lines of consent were so blurred by the grooming.

The last time I went over there as a teen I was 18 or 19. We went to Lansing like a date. We went to a strip club. The whole time I was thinking of an excuse why I wouldn’t engage in sex play that night. I had a boyfriend that I really loved. I hadn’t messed with them since the beginning of this relationship. This time I was older and it felt like cheating. I made up an excuse. Alvan gave me attitude but he never forced me. I slept in the guest room and never “babysat” again. I avoided any efforts they made at connection until they stopped trying. But I never owned the emotional damage that happened from this. When my first daughter was a toddler they got ahold of me for my Goddaughters first communion. I went to the ceremony and the lunch. I also went to their house for swimming 2 times shortly after. Just as friends. Alvan actually apologized once, casually in passing. Just said hey I’m sorry for what happened when you were younger. I brushed it off. Didn’t feel the magnitude of this apology, nor do I know even to this day the level of sincerity.

It wasn’t until my late 20’s did I tell a consoler about this did she point out what it was…sexual exploitation. And only now in my mid 30’s can I own how much it fucked me up. It set the tone for what I considered normal sexually, in relationships, in men, in trust and in my own quest for self. I carried around shame that wasn’t mine for my entire 20’s. I had casual sex regularly. I stripped for extra cash. I had a problem with anxiety and self harm. I used cocaine and marijuana to mask my feelings. (The marijuana problem persisted into my early 30’s as my only way to get my brain to chill.) I got attention from men not by my personality but by sexuality and that is where I thought I felt loved. I felt worthless without a man telling me what to do.

I have recently had huge gains in self growth. I have owned what was and what was not my fault in the mistakes I made in early adulthood. I have learned to live alone and not seek out sexual attention. I have gotten completely sober. I fought my way out of the abusive relationship with my youngest father. I am suspect of any man’s intentions when they are nice to me and I keep them at arms length. I am learning to give up alot of my shame that I have held for the last 20 years. I no longer self harm or have a suicide plan. I am finally able to name this as trauma and deal with it accordingly. I am growing and healing. I will continue to heal.

I changed real names…and I hate that I did that. I would like to see them rot in hell or at least sit on the sex offender list. Third degree criminal csc has a 10 year statute of limitations. It is not libel if it is true but they have money…I don’t.

#nomoreshame

Feb 19 2017