#layla school suffers

[willyouhaveme]

In case anyone is wondering how end of semester is going I was doing laundry with a friend last night and working on an essay in between and I fell asleep and forgot that we were doing laundry so then they had to pick it up for me 💀💀

#rumorzfromlayla #layla school suffers

[fdelopera]

Two Moon Knight Headcanons for Pesach…

As we prepare to sit down for the second night Seder, as we prepare to dip our karpas in salt water and eat charoset and maror, here are two Moon Knight headcanons, one sweet and one bitter. These are in remembrance of tears and sweat and blood, but also in celebration of the freedom from the “Pharaohs” that hold us captive…

1st Pesach headcanon:

This Seder takes place a few years after the events in 2025 (Jewish year 5785). The MK System have had more time for system communication, and Jake starts reaching out to them. They're celebrating Pesach, all crowding near the front. And this night (unfortunately the same as most other nights), Khonshu shows up unannounced and uninvited. So predictable. After all, he's a "I am feel uncomfortable when we are not about me" kind of birb.

Pesach celebrates the Jewish people's escape from slavery in Egypt. And Khonshu is, of course, an Egyptian deity, still holding a Jewish system captive.

The irony is not lost on Steven.

So the MK System are reclining at the Pesach table. Layla's there too. Steven is reading from the Haggadah, and they get to the recitation of the 10 Plagues.

Steven starts listing off the Plagues, placing a drop of wine on the plate for each to remember the suffering of the Egyptian people, and as he does, he makes full eye contact with Khonshu.

“Water turning to blood ... frogs ... lice ... wild beasts ... pestilence of the livestock…”

And Khonshu starts feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

Finally, Steven gets to the plague of "boils" and Khonshu has had enough. He gets up from the table and makes some moon-related excuse (since of course Pesach starts on a full moon). Then he gets really tiny, and woosh! He just nopes right out of there. Layla and Steven breathe a sigh of relief, while Marc and Jake can relax a little. There will be more than enough time for Khonshu’s shenanigans after Pesach is over.

2nd Pesach headcanon:

This headcanon is from their childhood. It seems likely that Steven was around for a lot of their Hebrew studies. The extreme cognitive and emotional dissonance of having to pretend to be a "good Jewish boy" from a good family in Hebrew school was not safe for Marc or Jake. Plus, Steven was always interested in historical languages, and so whenever they're in a Jewish context like at Shabbat service or Hebrew school, or celebrating some semblance of a Jewish holiday at home, Steven is often triggered front.

But one Pesach, Steven isn't out. It isn't safe. Wendy has been trying to keep up appearances, making some attempt at kashering the kitchen. But this year, it's just led to more screaming. It's the last year that she even attempts to prepare for Pesach.

Then in a last ditch effort to salvage the holiday, Elias reaches out to a cousin, and they get invited over for the Seder.

This tía and tío don’t know the extent of what goes on in the Spector house. But the tía welcomes them in, and she is kind to Jake. He doesn’t even mind that she calls him Marc. It’s enough to have a place that is safe from the yelling.

The MK System are maybe thirteen or fourteen at this point. And since the tía's children are all older, in their late teens, she asks "Marc" as the youngest child to ask the Four Questions.

But Jake is fronting today. And Jake doesn't know Hebrew. (That's Steven's thing.)

The Haggadah has a Hebrew transliteration, but even with that, Jake stumbles through. He tries his best to wrap his tongue around the unfamiliar words.

Jake begins by asking the question:

Mah nishtanah halailah hazeh mikol haleilot?

(How is this night different from all other nights?)

Then he asks the Four Questions:

1. Sheb'chol haleilot anu ochlin chametz umatzah, halailah hazeh, kuloh matzah.

(On all other nights, we eat leavened foods and matzah. Why on this night, only matzah?)

2. Sheb'chol haleilot anu ochlin sh'ar y'rakot, halailah hazeh, maror.

(On all other nights, we eat all vegetables. Why, on this night, bitter herbs?)

3. Sheb'chol haleilot ein anu matbilin afilu pa'am echat; halailah hazeh, sh'tei f'amim.

(On all other nights, we don't dip our food even once. Why on this night do we dip twice?)

4. Sheb'chol haleilot anu ochlin bein yoshvin uvein m'subin; halailah hazeh, kulanu m'subin.

(On all other nights, we eat either sitting upright or reclining. Why on this night do we all recline?)

Jake stammers, and repeats words, and tries his best to dig into the memories that he knows are there somewhere. The memories of ... someone learning this at shul. Even though his memory of their Hebrew school is so hazy. It’s just disjointed images, and the remembrance of muffled voices as if he’s underwater, as someone else goes through the motions of studying. But he’s always watchful, in case one of the bullies in class starts making fun of their rumpled clothes and mess of unkempt curls, and the way that they quietly rock in their chair and fiddle with the cuffs of their shirtsleeves. Jake is great at making escapes from bullies and finding places to hide ... and when push comes to shove, his arms and legs are proficient at punching, kicking, thrashing...

Right now, Jake wants to run and hide. He is terrified that he's messed up. He’s terrified that the tía is going to yell at him. Or worse, that Wendy is going to start in on him. The expectation is clearly that he should be able to pronounce the Hebrew words fluently.

But to his surprise, the tía tells him, "Thank you, Marc. Good job." And she smiles at him.

That little gesture of kindness makes him want to cling to her. To beg her to stay at her home, at least for that night. He dreads going back. Wendy looks displeased with his performance, and Elias looks worried, and Jake is sure he's going to hear about it when they get back to the house.

But for those few hours celebrating the Jewish people's escape from slavery, Jake feels relatively safe. His tía and tío will protect him while he's a guest in their home.

That night, Jake realizes something profound. He realizes that Wendy is his Pharaoh.

At Pesach, we Jews are often asked to think about who is the "Pharaoh" in our life. Who or what is it that is keeping us trapped? And what are some ways to break those chains that bind?

Jake understands that Wendy is the one keeping him in chains. And in that moment, like Moses, he starts looking for ways to escape captivity. There's got to be a way out, a Red Sea that will part for him. On that night, Jake starts making plans for extraction.

Throughout their life, I imagine that Pesach would resonate with Jake. And it is not a decision he takes lightly to stay bound to Khonshu after Marc and Steven are freed. It's for their protection, but at what cost? The bonds of servitude are never worth it. And Jake knows that at some point, he's going to have to start making extraction plans again.

#moon knight #jake lockley #steven grant #marc spector #moon knight meta #mcu moon knight

[starryevermore]

do not chastise the dove (7) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley

do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board

pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley

series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you. 

chapter summary: steven wants to make things right with you, but his chance is stolen from him. 

word count: 2,464

warnings?: kidnapping, not proofread

Jake would say that he was the one who fell in love with the princess first. He’d speak wistfully, recall seeing you walk the halls of the palace, offering kind smiles and sweet words to everyone you met. It was impossible not to love you. But, Jake was completely, and utterly, wrong—about falling in love first, that is. Steven did not remember much of his childhood. He didn’t really want to, either, if he was being honest. Some memories, though, had stuck with him so clearly. He remembered being in school, learning about the royal family and about you. He remembered watching the news about Benjamin’s jubilee and seeing you for the first time. He remembered, one time, you and Elaine had come to his school on royal business and, when he was chosen as one of the students to have lunch with you and Elaine, you spoke to him nearly the whole time. He remembered getting older, becoming a Moon Knight, and you attending the ceremony where he was officially Knighted, smiling brightly at him. Jake was right—it was impossible not to love you. But he was not the one who loved you first. 

And that why Steven’s heart sank when he heard your whispered words, that losing them would be the worst heartache you’d suffered. Between family lies and assassination attempts, losing them would be the worst? He could hardly believe that you loved them as strongly as they loved you, and yet you were so sure they would leave. What ever had given you an idea quite like that?

He wanted to take control of the body, to pull you close, to tell you that neither he nor Jake nor Marc had any intentions of leaving you. But you thought he was asleep, and you had confessed something you didn’t think he would hear. Would it be some sort of breach of trust to confront you with it? As he laid there, he decided that he wouldn’t, but…But he would make sure you understood that, and Jake, and Marc, were all in. That they wouldn’t leave you unless you told them to. So, he let Jake hold you, deciding that, in the morning, he would make sure you knew how appreciated you were. 

But you were gone when he woke up. 

Panic settled in his chest as he looked around the room, seeing no immediate sign of your presence. But, as he stumbled out of bed, he noticed that your favorite pair of shoes were gone. That there were a couple more empty hangers. That, when he glanced in the mirror, there was a lipstick stain on his temple. That a near-finished cup of tea sat on the nightstand. That, next to the cup, there was a note that read, “I’m so sorry to leave you without a goodbye. My questioning was moved up, so I’ve gone to meet with Matt and Foggy. I’ll be back by lunch. ♡”.

And, when his heart rate finally began to slow, he saw Layla sitting in the living room of the suite. His brows pinched together, crease forming in the space between his brows. What was she doing here? If you were out, shouldn’t you be with your bodyguard? Should…should he resume panicking? 

“Shouldn’t you be with Y/N?” he asked. 

She huffed, rolling her eyes. “I should be. But, just because I’ve been cleared of any involvement, Parliament doesn’t want anything to be left to chance, just in case I’ve managed to dupe them. They’ve assigned her a couple of their own security guards.”

“I can’t imagine she was happy about that, either.”

Layla snorted. “She worded her displeasure so eloquently, the poor dopes thought she was flirting with them. Though, she could have been more outright and they probably still would have thought she was making a move.”

Steven crossed the room, sinking into the couch, sitting next to Layla. “I don’t like that you’re not with her. I…I don’t think the danger has passed yet.”

“It probably hasn’t. The king, Kieran, even Harrow…None of them have to jump through as many hoops to come and go as they please. I worry Parliament has made Y/N a sitting duck. It isn’t hard to find out where she’s staying, who her lawyers are, when she’s going to be questioned…All it takes is one half-baked plan for them to take her out.”

Steven swallowed thickly, glancing at the large windows that overlooked the kingdom. Staring back at him were Marc and Jake, concerned looks on their faces that he was sure his own face mirrored.

She’s going to be fine, Jake said. She promised to be back by lunch. She’ll be fine.

You don’t know that, Marc muttered. 

Layla watched Steven carefully, before asking, “What are they saying?”

Steven glanced back at Layla. “Jake thinks she’ll be fine, but Marc isn’t convinced.”

“And what about you?”

“…I think that, regardless of if things go well or go to hell, we should be ready for the worst case scenario.”

You couldn’t remember the last time you had been out in public without Layla. Or any other royal guard, if you were being honest. It didn’t feel right, being without her. And as you eyed Billy Fitzgerald, the guard that Parliament assigned to you, as he practically fell asleep during your meeting with Matt and Foggy, you knew that nothing good could come under his “watchful” eye. 

Perhaps it was wrong of you to unload these feelings now, to Foggy and Matt especially. But, you felt like you could get a genuine response from them. If you told Layla or your fiancés…Well, they would be comforting, you were sure of that. But you wouldn’t know how much of it was them trying to offer genuine reassurance and how much they were just trying to placate you.  

“I don’t feel good about this,” you said to the two lawyers. 

Matt raised a brow. “About the questioning, or in general?”

“The questioning will be fine,” you said. “I just have to stick to the truth. But everything else…I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been left alone for so long now or if something bad is actually going to happen, but I can’t…I have this feeling that something is going to happen. I don’t know if I’ll be okay when it does.”

Foggy spared a glance at Billy. “I can see why you feel like that.” He looked back to you, his face softening. “But there are a lot of people in your life who will do anything it takes to make sure you’re safe. There’s a lot of people in your court.”

“But what if they only feel like that because they think they have some obligation to me? That they worked with me…for me…for so long, it’s just another work obligation. That they were forced into this situation, and they don’t know how to get out so they keep playing the part.”

Foggy frowned, his brows furrowing together. “You don’t actually think that, do you?”

You sucked in a breath, before wetting your lips with your tongue. You didn’t like the thought, but it was one that hadn’t left you for a long time. “All I know is that my mother was the first and…and possibly only person who cared about me just as I am. Everyone else? I don’t know. I really don’t. Their care and concern could be genuine. Or, like I said, they feel like they have some feeling of obligation.”

A silence hung in the air. You could sense that neither man were quite sure how to address such a statement. You weren’t quite sure how to address it, either. If you did, you wouldn’t need to say it out loud, to ask someone else. You would’ve been able to figure it out up in your hotel room. But now…Now you knew that you didn’t have the first clue how to sift through these feelings.

“There’s a lot of things people will do out of mere obligation,” Matt finally said. “But risking their own livelihood? People don’t do that unless they care. People don’t go out on a line for someone unless that someone means something to them. Whoever it is that you’re concerned about…They care.”

“I don’t know if I can make myself believe that.”

The sound of a chair scraping across the floor pulled the three of you from your conversation. You turned your head, seeing Billy get of his chair. He groaned as he stood, stretching his limbs, before asking, “We done here yet?”

You looked back at Matt and Foggy. “Yes, I suppose we are. Will I be seeing you before the questioning?”

“We can pick you up, if you like,” Foggy said. 

You nodded. “I’ll call about the details when I return to the hotel.”

You got up from your seat, shaking Foggy’s hand and then Matt’s, before turning back to Billy. He opened the door, letting you walk ahead of him, before following after you. He walked behind you, which you found odd. Layla always walked at your side or in front of you. You wondered if that was a difference in training between the two guards. Then, a darker thought settled in you. What if this was the thing you were worried about?

Throwing a look over your shoulder, you tried to see if there was anything strange about Billy. If there was something you should be concerned about. But he kept his gaze ahead of him, not quite looking at you. When you turned back around, you realized you had reached the car. You started to grab the door handle to open the door—something you rarely got to do, but wanted to take advantage of since you doubted Billy knew royal protocol—when he said something. 

“I’m so sorry, princess,” he said. 

Your head whipped around, your brows furrowing together. Hm. Perhaps he did know something about royal protocol. But…then why did he have that look in his eyes? One of…what was that? Remorse? “Excuse me?”

But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he moved faster than you would have expected him to move, grabbing the back of your head, smashing it against the window of the car. You crumpled, falling to the ground, everything going dark. 

Not again, you thought bitterly before your consciousness slipped away, followed by— I hope they know to look for me. 

The clock struck two, and there still hadn’t been a sign of you. Not a word, not a peep. Anxiety began to settle deep in Steven’s bones. He didn’t have a good feeling about this. He didn’t have a good feeling about this. He didn’t have a good feeling about this at all. 

“She’s not the type of person who eats lunch at four, is she?” Steven asked. 

Layla, who had taken to standing by the window, watching the cars drive by the hotel, shook her head. “She’s always had a strict routine. Lunch is at noon. Always.” She turned her head, raising a brow. “Have you met people who eat lunch at four?”

“Jake’s a weird guy is all I’m going to say.”

Hey!, Jake protested.

“Should we call someone? Matt and Foggy, maybe? See if the meeting is just running late?” Steven asked. 

Layla glanced at the clock on the wall, chewing on her lip. Then, she reached into her pocket, fishing out her cell phone. “I’ll call.”

“Put it on speaker, yeah?” Steven said, walking closer to Layla.  

She went through her contacts before settling on the one listed as Nelson & Murdock. The dial tone rung through the room as she hit the speaker button. After a few rings, Foggy answered, “You’ve reached Nelson and Murdock, Nelson speaking.”

“Hey, it’s Layla.”

Foggy dropped his more professional voice for a friendlier one. “Layla, hey! How can I help you? Y/N ready to set up the details about when we’re picking her up in the morning?”

Layla glanced at Steven. Steven was sure all of the color had drained from his face. No, no, no…The bad feeling wasn’t supposed to come true. 

“…Actually, I was calling because I was wondering if your meeting with Y/N was running late.”

“Uh, she left a while ago, actually. ”Foggy paused, calling out to Matt. Matt’s response was muffled, before Foggy said, “Yeah, she left at around eleven. Did she not make it back?”

“No, not yet. I’m sure it might just be traffic,” Layla said. Steven looked out the window, at the near-empty streets. “I’ll try calling her now. Thank you, though.”

As Layla hung up, Steven was already pulling out his phone, dialing your number. It went straight to voicemail. He tried again with the same result. He tried a third time, and he was ready to vomit when he went to voicemail. 

“This isn’t good, Layla,” he said. 

“…I’ll call…Shit, I don’t know.” Layla gripped at her hair, her eyes squeezing shut. “This was the fucking thing I was supposed to prevent. How could I let this happen?”

Call the prime minister, Marc said. Sam something. He’s the one overseeing the investigation, right?

“Marc says to call the prime minister,” Steven reported. 

Layla opened her eyes, considering the option. “…that might be helpful. I don’t have the bodyguard’s number, but Sam might.”

But as Layla started to dial Sam’s number, her phone began ringing— And Sam was the one who was calling. She glanced at Steven, worry evident in her eyes, before accepting the call. After putting the phone on speaker, she said, “I was just about to call you.”

“That doesn’t make me feel good, if I’m being honest,” Sam said. “Have you seen the princess?”

“That’s why I was calling. That bodyguard you assigned picked her up for her meeting, but they never made it back. Foggy said they left the office at eleven.”

“…our bodyguard never made it out of the building.”

Steven couldn’t stop himself from snatching the phone from Layla. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

“Steven…We need to remain calm, okay? We’re going to get to the bottom of it.”

“What do you mean your bodyguard never made it out of the building?!” he repeated, aggression still present in his voice. 

“We just found Joaquin knocked out in a storage closet ten minutes ago. When he came to, he said he was attacked.”

“…then who the hell is with Y/N?” Steven asked. 

“I’m afraid I don’t know,” Sam admitted. “I’m sorry. I’ll alert the appropriate channels, but for now…”

“What?”

“We have to operate under the assumption that the princess has been kidnapped.”

#do not chastise the dove: a royal moon knight au #steven grant imagine #steven grant x reader #steven grant x fem!reader #steven grant x female reader #marc spector imagine #marc spector x reader #marc spector x fem!reader #marc spector x female reader #jake lockley imagine #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x fem!reader #jake lockley x female reader #starrywrites #starryevermore

[book-place]

Their Surprise

Warnings: slight cursing, kidnapping, violence, death of family, low self esteem, mentions of abuse, mention of house burning down, guns, killing, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Marc Spector x teen reader, Layla El- Faouly x teen reader

Request: Could I please request something with the dialogue #10 prompt with a reader with family trauma, (like she comes from a family where her parents hated each other, she suffered with low self-esteem, struggled in school which caused her parents to beat/hit her but only a couple times but enough to traumatize her, then moved to London after her parents divorce and father’s imprisonment followed by his death, followed by her mom and younger brother dying in a car accident which resulted in her ending up in an orphanage for months. Y’know, ✨the good stuff✨ (this is based on my oc i promise lmfao 😭, this was more for just background and context) Anyways, after she ends up running away from the orphanage and meets Marc and Layla after she had an encounter with Harrow’s minions where they try to measure her scale but Marc and Layla ended up saving her and thus the reader ends up joining their journey to defeat Arthur and she also ends up becoming a daughter figure to both of them but specifically to Marc and Steven.

Request by: @listenercenter

*not my gif*

Summary: When you meet Marc and Layla everything changes, but if it’s for the better or worse is not yet decided

A/N: This kind of turned into something similar that I’ve done before, but it’s still different enough where I feel okay to post it; bolded parts are the dialogue prompts

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Letting out a huff of air, you let your head fall backwards, after watching your breath for a moment, towards the sky as your eyes fluttered to a close.

There was a slight breeze in the already cold night, and it lifted and moved your hair slightly, as if playing with it. But eventually it got bored and dropped it back down, leaving you alone and moving on to someone else.

The sound of soft footsteps padding your way caused your eyes to snap open.

It was about one in the morning and you had snuck out to get air as well as some alone time. When you had left you went to a small, nearby park that always looked like a tornado had just blown through it. But you didn’t care, it gave you the privacy you craved at the early hour of the morning.

Your head turned to where the sounds had been coming from, and your vision narrowed in on a man with long hair and a walking cane. There were two people behind, both clad in all black.

The man in the front had his eyes trained on you in a way that made you feel uneasy, so you suddenly turned away, stupidly hoping that when doing so he would disappear.

It wasn’t that you didn’t know how to defend yourself. You actually knew how to very well. It was just that you were tired, and it would be three grown adults against you, a teenager.

When you were young, your mother and younger brother died in a car accident, leaving you with no living relatives to take you in or take care of you.

When your family had been alive though, none of you were happy together.

You had always struggled with low self esteem and it affected all of your grades negatively, which prompted your parents to hit you. They didn’t do it often, but enough to get the point across that you better shape up or there will be bigger issues at hand. And that alone terrified you.

Not too long after the first time you had been hit, when you were about twelve years old, your parents had gotten a divorce, and you moved to London with your mom and younger brother. The news reached you soon enough about your fathers imprisonment after that.

To the day, you didn’t know what exactly got him sent to prison. From what you knew of your father though, there was probably a long list of charges.

Only two months after moving was when the car crash happened, leaving you to be placed in an orphanage you hated even more than you had hated your former home life.

When though you were still only twelve at the time, you quickly learned that in order to survive, you needed to be able to look after yourself. So you learned some basic self defense moves, and now, four years later, you even had to use them a couple times.

But now, you weren’t so sure if you would be able to get out of this situation with a couple of moves you learned from YouTube.

The thought of running to escape and flew out of your mind, no longer even an idea, as the trio grew closer to you.

The person who appeared to be the leader kneeled down in front of you, causing you to bring your knees up to your chest and move as far back as you could on the little bench.

“Hello there,” His scratchy voice said, “My name is Arthur Harrow. How would you like to be a part of something bigger than all of us? How would you like to be one of the first in our new era?”

What the hell was he going on about? You had never seen this man before in your life, and the ‘Stranger Danger’ bells were finally going off in your head when he grabbed both of your wrists.

With wide eyes, you let out a little yelp and immediately tried to pull your hands out of his, but he was much and stronger than you.

“Shh,” He shushed you, closing his eyes, “Let Ammit do her work.”

You freaked out even more when you saw the scale tattoo on his arm begin to move.

Just as you opened your mouth to call out for help from somebody- anybody- the man in front of you was harshly ripped away and your wrists were once again free.

You immediately cradled them to your chest, taking turns rubbing them soothingly as you looked with still wide eyes at the scene in front of you.

Everybody in your city knew about the new rising vigilantes, Moon Knight, Mr Knight, and the Scarlet Scarab. And it appeared that two of them had come to your aid.

The Scarlet Scarab punched one of the men in black in the throat, not even watching as he fell to the floor before turning and kicking the other woman in the stomach before delivering a blow to her face that send her sprawling back.

Moon Knight had been the one to take Arthur by the shoulder and get him away from you before hitting him in the face.

The long haired man quickly recovered though, and picked up his cane that he had discarded to the ground and hit the man in the stomach.

A mere grunt was heard, but nothing else from him as he swung his arm back and hit him yet again in the face.

Once the woman was sure that the other two people weren’t getting up, she rushed over to you and scanned your huddled up body for injuries.

“Are you okay?” She asked, kind eyes boring into yours.

You felt your head nod shakily, unsure of what you could say.

She seemed to sense the fright in you, and she nodded once, as if to herself, in understanding before putting a reassuring hand on your knee and rubbing circles on it.

Your eyes snapped up at the sound of cursing, and you saw Moon Knight whipping around in circles as he looked for any sign of Harrow, bringing his hands up to his head, “He disappeared.” The man grunted.

Then he sighed and walked over to the two of you.

You eyed him wearily as he approached.

There were rumors going around that Moon Knight was an alien- which you obviously didn’t believe, but right now it made you slightly hesitant, due to the fact that most superheroes didn’t wear masks anymore, they didn’t care if the world knew their identities. And yet he still wore one.

The two seemed to exchange a glance, and he nodded before the mask unveiled around his face right before your eyes. They somehow knew one of the causes of your fear.

You didn’t know what to expect as the cloth pulled away from his face, but he was just a normal guy. Nothing to be scared of.

And that was how you met Marc Spector and Layla El- Faouly.

-•-

It had been three months since you met London's very own vigilantes, and for once, you couldn’t be happier with your life.

After being targeted by Harrow in the park, they had offered to escort you home, but when you had embarrassingly told them that you lived in an orphanage, they didn’t flinch. They simply walked you there instead.

For the next week after that, they constantly came around outside of their vigilante time to check in on you and see how you were doing.

During that span of time, you had learned that Mr Knight and Moon Knight were two very different people in the same body when they introduced you to Steven.

What you hadn’t expected, was for them to adopt you at the end of the first week.

You had thought it was a joke at first, but once you realized that it wasn’t, you cried out of pure joy and leapt into their arms for a long awaited hug.

Now, three months later, you were living with them in their apartment as they continued their seemingly endless search for Arthur Harrow, all while protecting the people of London.

You were currently walking down the street on the way back home with two grocery bags in hand.

Marc and Layla had left in a rush earlier in the morning, saying they had a lead on Harrow, quickly bidding you goodbye and kissing the top of your head before rushing out the door.

It never escaped your notice how hard the two of them worked, so you decided to try to surprise them by making a cake for when they return. Only to find out that they didn’t have any of the ingredients in the kitchen.

You had learned when first moving in that there was a small store only a few blocks away, and you had felt like stretching your legs that day so you walked instead of taking the bus to get there.

In a couple of steps, you would take a turn at a corner and you would be able to see the apartment building, and finally be able to begin your surprise for the two people that had done so much for you.

But that’s when two hands suddenly grabbed you from behind and harshly yanked you into an alleyway, causing you to let out a yelp. Before you could open your mouth once more to scream, something hard hit you over the top of the head.

The hands let go of you, and you felt the whole world spinning as you swayed from side to side. You turned around, eyes already half closed to see a grinning Arthur surrounded by a couple people in black, one of them holding a metal pipe that was streaked with a little bit of blood. Your blood.

Then you were swallowed in darkness.

-•-

You didn’t open your eyes when you first woke up. Instead you stayed laying wherever you were, trying to remember if you took the cake out of the oven or if the apartment was burning down as you just stayed there.

It seemed very possible, because your brain was pounding against your skull in ways that could be caused by a mix of a slept through fire alarm and smoke.

But then it came back to you. Harrow.

Your eyes snapped open, ignoring the shouts of protest that your head was giving, and you took in your surroundings.

You were in a large room, on a bed pushed up against a far wall. The other part of the room appeared to be an office, with a desk and many other tables and chairs scattered around.

It took a lot of effort, but you were able to push yourself into a sitting position so you could examine the room more closely. There were no windows, nor were you bound in anyway to keep you restrained.

“So, we meet again.” Aurthurs voice rang out as he stepped through a door on the other side of the room, a sinister smile on his face.

“What the hell is happening?” Your voice was scratchy from lack of use, leaving you to wonder how long you had been out.

“I believe you know some friends of mine.” The man continued, slowly moving across the room and taking a seat on a chair a couple feet away from your bed.

You didn’t need to ask for you to know who he was talking about, “What the hell do you want with them?”

The man shook his head mockingly and clicked his tongue, “Those three have caused a lot of trouble for me.” He explained slowly, as if talking to a toddler.

“And they’re going to cause even more.” You snapped- ever since you had been adopted your self esteem had finally gone up and you felt more confident in yourself “Once they find out that you have me.”

“Oh, they already know.” The smile on his face made your skin crawl, “In fact-“ He cut himself off as he held a finger up and right on cue there was the sound of shouting and gunshots from outside the door, “They’re here now.”

Without warning, the door was kicked open and in marched a very angry looking Layla, steam was practically coming out of her ears.

God's help anyone that stood in her way.

“I’m going to kill you.” She seethed, deadly glare narrowed in directly on Arthur, a threat that was not in any way to be taken lightly.

He simply grinned, pulling out a gun and pointing it right at you, causing you to stiffen as the weapon was loaded.

Marc walked in seconds later, suit on just like Layla, with his mask gone.

His eyes zoomed in on the sight before him and his wife’s heavily panting form.

“What do you hope to achieve from this, Harrow?” Marc called out from across the room, not daring to take a step closer while your life was on the line.

The man’s face finally dropped its grin and instead was replaced by a sneer, “Revenge. Pay back for what you did to me.” His eyes turned and focused on you, “They did this to you. They’re the reason that you’re about to die.”

While Harrow had all of his attention trained on you, he hadn’t noticed Marc take out moon-shaped weapon and slowly pull his arm back before throwing it at full force towards the man.

It hit him square in the chest and he fell to the ground immediately upon impact, hitting his head on the chair he had previously been sitting on.

Your adopted parents didn’t hesitate to rush over to you, Marc moving to make sure Harrow was unconscious, and Layla to embrace you.

She sat on the bed beside you, holding and comforting you as you cried, “Shh,” She cooed, “It’s okay, you’re okay. I’ve got you now… I’ve got you and I’m not letting go. Not ever again.”

You sniffled, pulling your face away from the fabric of her suit to look up at her, “I just wanted to make you guys a cake.”

The two of them chuckled, and Marc walked over and gently held the side of your head as he placed a kiss into your hair, “One thing at a time.”

Like a Bee 🐝- @ip747 @ihatemyselfmorethanmydepression @jvdethirlwall

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #marvel #mcu #teen reader #mcu x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight #marc spector x daughter reader #marc spector x child reader #marc spector #Marc Spector x reader platonic #steven grant #steven grant x reader #Steven Grant x reader platonic #steven grant x teen!reader #Steven Grant x daughter reader #layla el faouly x child reader #layla el faouly #Layla el faouly x teen reader #Layla el faouly x reader platonic #marc spector x teen!reader #mk imagine #mk x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine

[dream-beyond-the-dawn]

Facts about Nana.

Nana O was kicked out of school after being accused of prostitution. Though false, she never disputed it.

Nana K has two kids with Takumi. Their names are Satsuki Ichinose and Ren Ichinose.

When Ren saw Nana at Trapnest's show, he didn't visibly react but it's noted that he messed up a few times likely from the surprise of seeing her.

Nana K and Satsuki live in Japan while Takumi and Ren Ichinose live in London. It's implied that they secretly got a divorce and Takumi got remarried. (citation needed)

Ren died on Nana's 21st birthday after crashing into the first apartment they lived in together.

Nana O was born March 5, 1981 which means today she would be 41.

Nana K was born November 30, 1980 which would make her 42.

Reira is half American.

The anime ends with Nana and Ren together, however in the manga he was already deceased at that period. Whether this is an error or not is unclear.

Ren and Shin would often kiss in front of Nana Osaki because it annoyed her.

After the anime, Shin spent time in jail for marijuana possession.

Yasu studied to be a paralegal but gave it up to persue music.

Nobuo is was the only non-smoking member of BLAST.

Shin saw himself as unlovable which is why he saw his career as a prostitute fitting.

Ren and Yasu met in the adoption system and became close friends even after Yasu was adopted.

Nana K knew she was pregnant with Takumi's baby because Nobu only had sex with her while wearing a condom.

Nana O admitted that she wanted Nobu and Hachi to end up together for a selfish reason. It was because she was afraid of her leaving.

Both Shin and Nobu come from wealthy families.

Before his death, Ren tried to quit doing drugs cold turkey which would have prevented it.

Reira's name is actually Layla. She's named after a famous Eric Clapton song.

Takumi has rejected Reira/Layla several times but ultimately ends up giving in and cheating on Hachi with her.

Nobuo was the only person in high school who tried to befriend Nana.

When Nana was 4, she was abandoned by her mother to be raised by her grandmother. Her grandmother was extremely strict and wouldn't allow her to wear black so she wouldn't "tempt men and become like her mother".

In August of 2022 Ai Yawaza says that she plans on eventually finishing Nana. She took a hiatus after being hospitalized for an undisclosed illness.

It's hinted that Hachi and Shoji may have lingering feelings for each other when they meet at the Jackson hole.

Satsuki (Hachi's daughter) wishes her family lived together.

After Ren's death, Nana suffered severe panic attacks. One in particular was bad enough that Hachi had to give her mouth to mouth.

Yasu had to carry Nana to Ren's funeral as she was near catatonic.

The members of BLAST encouraged Nobu to inherent the family business but he declined because he wanted to make music.

Ren and Yasu were formerly in a band called Brute.

Yasu's baldness is OPTIONAL. He opts to shave his head.

Nana didn't want her relationship with Ren to be public originally because she didn't want people to think she was riding off his success.

Shin's stepdad raised him as a second son after his mother committed suicide but never felt any warm feelings towards him.

Nana was often shown being jealous of Hachi having other friends and could be possessive over her at times.

Shin met his pimp, an airline stewardess named Ryoko Kawashigi, after he moved to Japan.

The members of Trapnest didn't want Shin and Reira's relationship to be public due to him being underage.

A trapnest, according to the band, is a mother's love that turns into a trap where she refuses to let go of her child no matter what.

Takumi's controlling behavior stems from his childhood which was unstable at best.

The strawberry glasses were the first things Nana and Hachi bought together.

Shin once stated he would never be connected to anyone by love.

#nana #nana anime #nana komatsu #nana osaki #anime #nana facts #yasu takagi #shin okazaki #takumi ichinose #manga #honestly some of these surprised me #hachi and nobu should have ended up together and that is a hill I will die on

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Since you're taking prompts, maybe something with Steven and Layla where she's giving him a massage and he can't stay still because it tickles too much?

Field Trip Day

Summary: Steven suffers through Field Trip day and Layla tries to help him relax.

(Aww! This was a cute idea! 😁 Hope you enjoy Anon! ❤️ :))

Steven sagged into the couch. It had been a long day and he was exhausted. Today had apparently been the dreaded field trip day for what felt like a dozen or more schools. Kids in brightly colored matching shirts swarming the exhibits and frazzled teachers asking if they'd seen a particular one fitting this description. Steven never knew, they all looked the same!

The youngest of the knights rubbed his eyes. Kids were cute, but hundreds of them was a nightmare!

However, the Brit's brooding was cut short by three voices entering the apartment along with the scent of food from the group's favorite Mexican place.

"Hola hermano!" Jake greeted, the first to spot Steven slumped onto the couch.

"Hey."

"Te ves bien."

"Thanks."

Layla handed her bag of food to Marc. "Are you sick?"

"He's not sick Lay," Marc assured his wife. "Today is what we have come to learn is Field Trip day."

"Ah." Jake squeezed Steven's knee. "El día del tormento."

"El dia de la muerte is more accurate," the youngest knight muttered in response.

"Bein hecho."

"What's field trip day?" Layla asked.

"It happens a few times of year," Marc explained as he stepped over to the kitchen to set the bags of food down. "It's a day that every school in the area decides is the best day to bring their students to the museum."

"Nariz mocosa preschoolers and teenagers wander los pasillos while los empleados ensures they'll still have exhibiciones tomorrow," Jake added.

Marc ruffled Steven's messy curls. "One day, the museum almost lost a diorama because a group of teens decided to recreate a scene from Night of the Museum."

The youngest knight groaned. "Donna still references that one."

"Si." Jake lifted his hands and wiggled his fingers forward as if he was telling a ghost story. "It's like la mordedura de jacksepticeye de '97."

"It was '78," Marc corrected.

"It's actually '87." Steven added. "And it's Markiplier, not Jacksepticeye."

Layla's looked between the three. "Who?"

"Two YouTubers who play scary games," Marc explained.

"Si, and one of them gritas the entire time."

Layla turned to Steven. "I thought you didn't stray away from Eygptology?"

"Sometimes, at the end of the day, you like to choose who yells in your ear," Steven quipped.

Jake patted the youngest knee as he chuckled. "Guardamos tu comida en el frigorífico por ti hermano."

"Gracias."

As the two older men stepped into the kitchen, Layla stopped her husband to whisper, "Will he be okay?"

"He will be. He's just worn out." Marc gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Just give him a little time."

With that, Marc turned to walk back into the kitchen.

However, Layla turned back to look at Steven. Concern still laced her features as she studied his exhausted form. "Do you need anything?"

Steven shifted to a new spot and rubbed his shoulder. "No thanks Lay, I'll be alright."

An idea crossed the curly haired woman's mind as she crossed the room back over to the youngest knight. Layla stepped behind Steven and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Here, maybe this will help."

He tiredly looked up at the curly haired woman. "What are you---?"

He was cut off when Layla gently massaged her thumbs across his shoulders. "Helping you relax."

However, instead of relaxing, Steven squeaked.

Layla immediately removed her hands. "Sorry, was that too much?"

"No! Urm." The youngest knight cleared his throat. "You just startled me! Y-you can keep going!"

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."

"It's fine!" Steven immediately leaned back. "I-I'll be fine! I'm fine even now!"

"Okay." Layla hesitantly placed her hands back onto his shoulders. "If you're sure."

After a bit of readjusting, Layla restarted her massage. This time, Steven didn't squeak. But he did bury his face in his hands.

"Are you sure I'm not hurting you?"

"Positive!"

"You still feel really tense." The curly haired woman moved her massage closer to his neck.

Steven started to squirm.

"Odd, it's almost as if . . ."

A tiny giggle slipped through Steven's tightly clutched fingers.

That's when realization began to dawn for Layla. She purposefully started to dig into his neck. "You really need to relax Steven."

The youngest knight's shoulders began to shake as he sank down further onto the couch. "L-Lay!"

"Not quite what I meant." Layla moved her hands down to massage Steven's shoulder blades. "But you're getting the idea."

A loud squeal erupted from Steven as he sank all the way down to the floor.

In response, Layla scaled the back of the couch. "Won't escape that easily!"

"WAIT!"

Immediately, Layla resumed her attack. Her fingers wormed their way into his sides. "Let's massage here next."

"Nohoho!"

"See? Now you're nice and relaxed."

"NO! Yohou prahat!"

"Wow." Layla moved her fingers up to Steven's ribs. "And here I thought you only sassed Marc and Jake."

"NAAAH!" Steven snorted as he fought curling on to his side. "JERK!"

"I always forget how ticklish you are Steven. You are just too precious." Layla wormed her fingers under the youngest knight's arms. "Must be the accent."

Steven immediately rolled over on to his side and squirmed out of the curly haired woman's hold. However, as he tried to jump to his feet, Layla snagged one of his ankles and sent him right back to the floor. "Oof!"

"Good idea Steven."

"Oho bullohocks!"

Layla scurried her nails across the trapped foot. "A massage here would help too."

The youngest knight broke into loud laughter as he hugged his torso. "LAYLA!"

"Wow Steven, you look totally relaxed now."

The brit kicked out his other foot, almost nailing Layla's shoulder.

"Hey! Watch that other foot!"

While Layla kept up her tickle attack, Marc and Jake moved closer to the couch to watch.

"Ahare yohou done torturing him yehet?" Marc asked his wife.

"Oh come on Marc. Look at how relaxed he is!"

Jake nudged the older American's arm. "Hehe dohoes look pretty contento hermanoho."

Marc raised an eyebrow. "Slightly forced happiness?"

"Eh, todavía."

While the two went back and forth, Layla paused her tickles. "If you two are done bickering, I could use an extra set of hands here."

"No!" Steven tugged on his still trapped foot. "Don't encohourage thehem!"

"Aw what's wrong?" Layla scurried her fingers across his foot. "Nervous?"

Steven's laughter picked back up again. "NO! NOHOT THE TOHOES!"

Marc chuckled and moved forward. "Ahalright Lahay, let him breheathe."

Layla looked up at her husband and pouted. "Aww, but Marc!"

"Noho buts." The older American gently pulled her grasp away from Steven's foot. "He's already exhaustehed."

Layla turned to study the giggling Brit. He did look pretty tired. "Aw, I guess you're right."

"Oho bullohocks!" Steven playfully kicked Layla. "Yohour nahails are awfuhul!"

"Hey!" Marc squeezed the youngest knight's knee. "No kicking."

"Squee! Sorryhy!"

"Alright el menaje. Vamos!" Jake moved back toward the kitchen. "La comida se está enfriando!"

Marc helped Layla to her feet. "Come on troublemaker."

"Rude!"

Steven pulled himself up to a sitting position. "But truhue!"

Marc chuckled as he then helped Steven to his feet. "Come on you."

After a final poke to Steven's side from Layla, the three made their way to the kitchen.

#lee steven grant #ler layla #ticklefic

[georgina-layla]

"A Friday conversation with God"

I look out my window; Each ray of light reaching out to touch me, A mother’s attempt to first warm a babe born to flesh and blood -  A weeping lamb in search of his shepherd.

“Are you afraid of me?” I ask the air, a prominent call to a presence I have not yet felt comfort in accepting, “that I cannot love you the way you intended me to?” He breaks his silence, blissfully unaware of the flame and iron that brand my throat -  A lamb’s cry to care, scorched to his skin  a million moments of safety and sacrifice, all for his name.

I seethe at it; a child’s first beating left bare on untouched skin; pink and raw, an innocence I had so long craved. “Do you get sick of it?” I felt Him ask, with a love so torturous I begin to itch. “Have I made you so unwell?”

“No,” I reply, “i cannot grow tiresome of what we are.” Sunshine touches me again, Soft and silent, a father’s pride passed on through a fleeting glance over the dinner table. “i am carved by your blade, am I not? But if you are not careful, Lord, I will die by it too.”

Light touches me once more, but not with love, with understanding. A being, all almighty in his power and pride, Staring down at a sheep wounded.

For a moment,  I ask myself if in our conversation -  All my suffering and rage, If he was reminded of his own Son, carved open tenfold -  A loneliness wrapped in my mother’s favourite childhood blanket, My father’s scent of fresh linen worn into his very being -  For sins he did not commit?

Fingers lodged inside my throat, I choke and call to him again -  Presence felt, but no answer. Had a believer ever debated with God before? Had the sheep ever called the Shepherd to prayer? He sits with me now, Upon my childhood bedsheets, Pawing at my holy church -  Ground cursed and blessed in blood he born me to do so. I look at him then, his mortal shape no different from my own, Blasphemic and beautiful on its own.

“Do I remind you of him?” I ask, shaking with a hunger so ravenous I yearn to bite. “You do.” He replies, yet I do not look over, betrayal laced like a young girl’s first introduction to womanhood by her mother- Grief and fury shared as one. “it is exhausting being your creation, you have cursed me twice over.”

“Have I?” He ordains to speak, Sunlight sucking back through my window, “has my image become too much for you?”

I look over then, Ready to scatter my ashes directly into his palm, Knife at the throat, an apology uttered to no one in particular. He is not there -  A shape of grace and envy stained still into my cushion.

Sunlight returns to me once more -  A soft stinging of a stroke on my bare cheek; Not an apology, But an understanding.

I bare the image of Father and Son alike; And all the grief gifted generation to generation. He understands, without rage or shame, That I am like him, That I must like upon him, All the treasures and treacheries he has endured, So that He is not lonely upon a throne of light, But that he is seen and understood.

As He exists for His first time, too.

Georgina Layla Spendiff "Entries from a Catholic School"

#poetry #religious trauma #religious imagery #religious poetry #catholiscism #catholic school #catholic school trauma #writers and poets #prose writing #spilled prose #spilled thoughts

[sunny6677]

Spooky Month Future AU/Jolly Month AU - Part 1: Skid and Pump.

TWS: EMOTIONAL ABUSE MENTIONS, ALZHEIMERS MENTIONS, SWEARING.

Skid is around his thirties now in this au. Lila is suffering from Alzheimers now, but this doesn't stop Skid from appreciating her and visiting her in the nursing home where she's currently suffering. Despite her current condition, he loves her so.

Skid ended up getting a job as a fairly wealthy business worker, and due to this, he has a lot of money. He works very hard to put food on the table for he and his daughter, and this usually works out just fine for him. His old wife(Layla's mother) was an absolute asshole, and was just a jerk in general(she might have also been a little emotionally abusive). So after a bit of having to put up with her ass, he took Layla as soon as she was born, and divorced his old wife. He had been planning this for a while now, so he made the decision of asking for a lot of things while married to her, just so he could take them once he divorced her and proceed to sell them. Most of these things were expensive stuff like diamonds and all this other glamorous shit, so they selled pretty quickly, and he gained a lot of money from it.

Skid is very self confident in this au, he's smug when it comes to people he doesn't like, and he's also incredibly intelligent. He's kind of sassy to be honest, and he can be a little passive aggresive. If learning that someone is harming his loved ones, he won't hurt said person, but he will proceed to make their life a living hell with his manipulation skills. His old wife would also always make fun of him for the way he dressed(she said he looked too "extra" and "attention-seeking"), so out of spite, he started dressing like that all of the time.

Skid loves his daughter, Layla, very much in this au. And even though Layla is obsessed with Christmas instead of "The Spooky Month", he is very supportive of it just like Lika was supportive of his own interests. He is also a little protective over her, and isn't afraid to ruin someone's life if they dare lay a finger on her. Layla calls Christmas "The Jolly Month", so she is a bit like her dad, but only with Christmas instead.

Bonus; Skid found out that his daughter was being bullied at school once, so he tried to speak with the school about it. They did nothing about it, because of course they didn't. So, he then proceeded to see the principal and staff in person, and roasted all of them in a calm and passive aggresive manner. He then decided he was going to take Layla out of that school and put her into a new one, and left without a word, not telling Layla what had happened between him and the principal and some of the staff.

Overall, he's a good dad. He's just a little smug and passive aggresive towards anyone who even harms her in any way. He also still loves spooky month in this au, but not as much as he used to.

Pump is also around his thirties in this au now, and he did have a wife(Sally's mother), but she is now dead. This caused Pump to have depression, and he has basically become really pessimistic and tired about everything. He works as a business worker as well, though he receives less pay than Skid does where he works at.

Pump is still friends with Skid in this AU, and they are very supportive of eachother. Neither of them will hesitate to fight a bitch if they dare harm the other, though Pump will take a more angry approach and Skid will take a more calm and passive aggresive approach.

Pump is cynical, sarcastic, and is kind of a jerk sometimes. But that's only because he's stressed out from his job. He rarely receives any sort of breaks, and he fucking despises his job. He's over-worked and very stressed most of the time, and is usually very exhausted. But he still loves his daughter, and will soften up around her since he knows she's just a kid. He does the best he can for her, and Skid tries the best he can to support his current situation by giving him some money occasionally. Pump is grateful for this.

Sally and Layla are besties due to their shared love of Christmas, so they visit the other a lot. As they play together and get up to antics, Skid and Pump will usually just chill together and talk with the other. But if Sally and Layla invite them into their antics or games, they will not hesitate to join.

Overall, he's a good dad, he's just very stressed.

#spooky month #skid and pump #spooky month au #pump and skid #skid spooky month #pump #pump spooky month #spooky month future au

[lattedecoffee]

Been rewatching winx club (the rai dub ofc; was a great part of my childhood, I dropped off during early S6 tho) and I just got to the first episode of S2. And like I was excited because Layla/Aisha will get to exist now and also Dark Bloom but I forgot about Darkar.

Well, I remembered that he existed, but I forgot just how over the top he was. Like in his first episode, he chucks Layla off a cliff and just assumes this will kill her despite her being a fairy (like ik she's exhausted at this point but I don't think you should just assume she's incapable of flying lol), he hisses like a fucking cat at the pixies (this is apparently intimidating...?) and yells "SPEAK OR SUFFER" at Chatta.

Like I cannot take this man seriously. His theme is still great (and I legit had to pause when it first played because nostalgia was hitting like a truck) but he himself is just so over the top in his edginess and I kinda love it.

Speaking of Winx Club villains: gotta love how the Trix go from basic school bullies to interdimensional terrorists in the span of like 2 episodes, it's like if the plastics in Mean Girls were gonna try and nuke the school

And if anyone's interested: my favorite Winx girl changes constantly but rn it's Flora, least favorite is Stella 9 times out of 10. Best of the boyfriends is Nabu, worst is Riven (his character development during S1 where he learns to not be the fucking worst was great except he just goes back to being shitty in every other season. Musa leave this man and go get with Tecna, Timmy can share). Favorite villains besides the Trix are the wizards of the black circle from S4, idk why but they've always stuck with me.

Also yes I wrote shitty self-insert next-generation fanfiction about it when I was 9 (the self-insert was Roxy's daughter) and it is buried in my google drive where no one can find it because holy fuck is it bad.

Wow this was a long post but yk sometimes you gotta talk about your childhood shows that you're rewatching as an adult and appreciating just as much if not more so.

#winx club #nostalgia

[willyouhaveme]

Quite frankly I need to scream

#layla school suffers #rumorzfromlayla

[consoledacup]

Hey, hey, hey

In a parallel universe where jimone didn't break up in 4x18 but everything else stayed the same with Jordan and Layla basically being quietly in love but not together. What do you think the dynamic would have been like with Simone, Layla and Jordan when Billy died?

Anon, what a scenario.

My heart simply breaks for all three of these characters if that were the case.

I have no idea how much bereavement time Simone would've been allowed to take off from school. Like, how long would she have been in LA, and when would she have been needed back in Atlanta? While in LA, she would've done everything she could've. She would've done her very, very best as a supportive girlfriend.

The problem is it wouldn't have been quite what Jordan needed. And she would've witnessed up close how Layla better anticipated his needs. And she wouldn't have discouraged the connection or Layla's involvement because, you know, his dad just died. So she would've quietly suffered, feeling out of place with the strong realization that she and Jordan were over. But she couldn't do anything about that either because, you know, his dad just died. And all the while, she would've been really struggling with her immense feelings for Damon.

And then Layla would've still been his rock during his grieving process. But she would've felt guilty about it because, isn't this Simone's job? And yet, why was it so natural for her to support him? And she would've been missing her mother in ways that tore her apart. And she would've still divided her time in attending to Jordan and then Liv, and then Laura. She would've been heartbroken. Far more than she was for him when they were actually together.

And Jordan would've been so, so overwhelmed. He would've been slogging his way through his grief and stepping up to take care of Liv and Laura. He would've been leaning on Layla and not caring how it looked because his father died, and he simply needed her. And losing his dad showed him that life was short, so at some point, he would've taken action. He either would've broken up with Simone or cheated on her with Layla. But his dad's death showed him how he couldn't sit quietly and couldn't allow other people to tell him who he was.

Really, what a devastating situation for all three of them.

#jordayla #all american #dimone #simone hicks #layla keating #jordan baker

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

Ukrainian First Lady’s special mission to save war orphans

In an exclusive interview with AFR Weekend, Olena Zelenska lays bare the plight of children who have lost their parents since the Russian invasion.

Misha Zelinsky - International analyst and columnist

Ukraine’s First Lady, Olena Zelenska, hopes Australians can help solve her country’s spiralling orphan crisis.

Daily Russian missile attacks on Ukrainian cities and brutal frontline fighting have created a surge in orphaned children. With missiles simultaneously destroying dwellings needed for the 67,600 children who are orphans or without parental care, the problem is growing faster than it can be solved.

Representatives from Zelenska’s Olena Zelenska Foundation will be in Australia next week to raise funds for the construction of new foster homes. The mission is in many ways perfect for Ukraine’s first lady and mother of two, who has become her people’s adoptive mother since the outbreak of war.

“When the war started, we had to evacuate a lot of children from orphanages to other parts of Ukraine or abroad. We have thousands of children abroad who need to come home,” Zelenska says in a world exclusive interview with AFR Weekend.

Speaking from an undisclosed location, Zelenska cuts a calm, focused figure with an impressive command of detail. Even via videoconference, her compassion is evident.

Having listed the carnage Russian armies have inflicted on Ukrainian children – 461 killed, 921 wounded, 348 missing, 16,207 forcibly deported to Russia – Zelenska brings humanity to the horror.

“We shouldn’t let our losses become dry statistics. Our victims, they have names and they have faces. We know all of them,” she says.

Describing a Russian attack last month on an apartment building in Dnipro that left 45 dead, she says: “Masha, she was 15 and into music and ballet. Maxim, he was 17 and had just entered university and was into football. Layla and Mahalina, 13 and 3 years old, both girls from that family died. And two little boys died, 11 months old and 18 months old.”

Given the pervasive threat of missile strikes hovering in the background and Australia’s relative safety, it’s hard not to feel tense or guilty during our discussion.

“Today we have a lot of snow, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think everything was OK,” Zelenska says when I ask her how she is coping.

Even though emergency personnel work around the clock to bring energy infrastructure back online – Kyiv has had power and internet connectivity for more hours than not – it is clear the stress has a grinding effect.

“The tension does not get lower. We constantly wait for attacks and constantly hear sirens. Thanks to our hard-working people and international partners we have hope, but it is difficult,” Zelenska says.

Education interrupted

Beyond physical injuries from Russia’s attacks, the psychological damage to children is incalculable. According to Zelenska, many children can’t sleep or eat after suffering war-related trauma.

“A young girl was showing her phone and saying her father was texting her even though he had been killed fighting. She refused to believe it,” Zelenska says.

Then there are the lost schooling days. Although 12,000 of Ukraine’s 15,000 schools reopened in September, power outrages and air raids make regular classes extremely difficult.

“Some children are forced to do their homework by candlelight. This is like going back to medieval times,” Zelenska says. Her foundation has partnered with Microsoft and Hewlett-Packard to deliver 38,000 laptops to assist teachers with remote learning.

Zelenska has never sought the limelight, so it would be easy for a woman more comfortable with the backroom of comedy writing to feel burdened by the historic task confronting her. But she has grown into the first lady Ukrainians need.

“Right now, someone is cold in the trenches. And someone else is hiding a child. And someone else has had to go abroad,” she says. “I can use my energies to help.”

On a personal level, Zelenska is grateful she has not endured a “most horrible trial” of separation from her 18-year-old daughter Oleksandra and her 10-year-old son Kyrlyo. However, minimal contact with their father, Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky, makes family life difficult.

“The time they spend together is not enough. But we are close. We know where he is, we see him on TV,” she says. What worries Zelenska most is that her children’s lives are on “pause” with precious moments stolen from them and Ukraine’s other children.

“This is the period in life where children can dream without limitation. And right now, our children cannot,” she says. “Going to school helps my son, even if it’s not every day due to long sirens. But in terms of dreams, holidays and travelling, we can forget about that. It’s very hard for children.

“My children are like all other Ukrainian children waiting for victory and when this horrible trial will end.”

With the humanitarian need obvious, Zelenska’s work is also of vital political importance. A condition of Ukraine’s entry into the European Union is the closure of Soviet-era institutional orphanages and state boarding schools through a policy of “de-institutionalisation”.

Reconstructing an entire government program and the housing to go with it for at least 25,000 children would be daunting even without a war raging.

“It’s not just possible, this is the window of opportunity we must take advantage of,” Zelenska says. She is determined to learn from neighbouring Romania, which fostered or adopted 100,000 children in institutional care before joining the EU in 2007.

An initial pilot program will create an estimated 100 foster placements in 10 purpose-built homes suitable for the thousands of disabled Ukrainian orphans. Homes must include fast-access bomb shelters for parents fostering disabled children, lifting an initial fundraising estimate to €3.5 million ($5.4 million).

Given the complexity of the task, Zelenska is determined to get it right even if it means starting slowly. “My foundation is named after me. I am personally responsible for what we are doing, and I don’t want to make any mistakes,” she says. Her foundation is audited for transparency by Ernst and Young.

While Australia is a long way away, Zelenska believes the countries’ shared “basic human values” can cover any separation of distance.

“We value human life. We love our children the same way. We take care of our parents. There is far more in common than what is different between us,” Zelenska says.

With the Russians potentially gearing up for fresh spring offensive of newly mobilised troops, Zelenska is under no illusions about the task ahead. But apart from much-needed military aid, Ukrainians are even more desperate not to be forgotten by other democracies.

“The most important thing is emotion, we don’t want to lose your emotion,” Zelenska says. “We don’t want to lose you as our friend. Do not forget about us.

“Know the truth of what is happening, and differentiate good from evil. All help is valuable and necessary.”

With a series of meetings scheduled for the day, Zelenska thanks Australia for its help. She shares a story about a Ukrainian boy who lost his leg after a Russian tank ran over the car his father was driving. Thanks to a donated prosthetic, the orphan is now learning to surf.

“Ukraine will win for sure!” she says with a smile. You can donate to the Olena Zelenska Foundation at zelenskafoundation.org.

#olena zelenska

[nasrine123]

What a beautiful bloodshed

Hello, I am Nisreen, and this is the first time I write a story. In this story, it will contain topics that some may find disturbing

Hello, I am Layla. When I was young, I suffered from schizophrenia. I was lonely and isolated from the world. Of course, I had no friends. In high school, I was called an eccentric, because of my behavior and strange appearance. Every day they bullied me, I hated myself so badly that I wanted to commit suicide because of the bullying, and my family hated me for hating my life because my mother did not love me and my father always took me except for dirty men who paid money to my parents while doing their dirty deeds. He is a young child who does not know anything. Of course, he is 15 years old, and I am now 18. Every day he was causing problems. Would you like to complete the story?

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The Shaer Family

“The Shaer's just moved to town after a very long plane ride. Now it's time for them to settle in. Are they going to make a home out of this place? Will Layla and Sarah fit in among their new colleagues at school? Can Nadia finally sit down and rest her feet?”

Family members from left to right:

Amin Shaer

Age: Adult

Lifestate: Human

Aspiration: Knowledge

Secondary Aspiration: None

Lifetime Want: Become Media Magnate

Turn Ons: Black Hair, Good at Cleaning

Turn Off: Makeup

Personality: 5/3/7/3/7

OTH: Tinkering

Career: Science, Test Subject, level 1

“Amin and his family moved to Mountainside Valley, seeking a better quality life. He wants to make sure everything is well. He tends to make choices rapidly which could end up badly.”

Adil Shaer

Age: Toddler

Lifestate: Human

Aspiration: Grow Up

Secondary Aspiration: None

Personality: 2/3/9/7/4

OTH: Sports

“Adil; the only person that never suffered from the aftermath of this move. Talk about the right timing!”

Nadia Shaer

Age: Adult

Lifestate: Human

Aspiration: Family

Secondary Aspiration: None

Lifetime Want: Have 6 Grandchildren

Turn Ons: Glasses, Logical

Turn Off: Blonde Hair

Personality: 9/2/6/3/5

OTH: Science

Career: None

“Nadia wasn't quite sure about this move, she loves her family and husband and is willing to take any chances that could definitely provide the best living standards. She's tired and refuses to move again. It's time to focus on other things: her career life, perhaps?”

Layla Shaer

Age: Teen

Lifestate: Human

Aspiration: Popularity

Secondary Aspiration: None

Lifetime Want: Own 5 Top-Level Businesses

Turn Ons: Swim Wear, Glasses

Turn Off: Cologne

Personality: 4/10/4/4/3

OTH: Music

Career: None

“Layla felt her life came to an end when her parents decided it was best to move. She misses her old friends since she doesn't know anyone here. Maybe it's time for her to explore the town rather than stay at home and complain?”

Sarah Shaer

Age: Child

Lifestate: Human

Aspiration: Grow Up

Secondary Aspiration: None

Personality: 5/8/6/3/3

OTH: Music

“Sarah never got the chance to settle well into her old school before her family moved to this new place. Hopefully this is where they're going to stay for good!”

Funds: $648

Owned Businesses: None

Storytelling Album: Yes

#mountainside valley #mountainside valley review #shaer #amin shaer #adil shaer #nadia shaer #layla shaer #sarah shaer #mv families

[brn1029]

It was on this date…in music history….

June 3rd

1953 - Elvis Presley

Elvis Presley graduated from J.C. Hulmes High School in Memphis; his graduation photo shows him to have a split curl in the middle of his forehead, later to become his trademark. He was the first member of his family to graduate high school.

1964 - Ringo Starr

During a photo session Ringo Starr was taken ill suffering from tonsillitis and pharyngitis, days before a world tour was about to start. After a last-minute phone call from George Martin, session drummer Jimmy Nichol rushed over to EMI Studios, where he and The Beatles ran through six songs from their tour repertoire in a quick rehearsal. Nichol replaced Ringo and became a Beatle for eleven days.

1967 - Aretha Franklin

Aretha Franklin went to No.1 on the US singles chart with her version of the Otis Redding hit 'Respect'. A No.10 hit on the UK chart. Aretha scored her first UK No.1 20 years later with a duet with George Michael 'I Knew You Were Waiting'.

1967 - The Doors

The Doors 'Light My Fire' was released in the US, where it went on to be No.1 on the singles chart two months later. When The Doors were booked to appear on The Ed Sullivan Show they were asked to change the line "girl, we couldn't get much higher", as the sponsors were uncomfortable with the possible reference to drug-taking. The band agreed to do so, and did a rehearsal using the amended lyrics; however, during the live performance, lead singer Jim Morrison sang the original lyric, after which they were informed they would never appear on the Ed Sullivan show again.

1968 - Andy Warhol

Valerie Solanas shot Andy Warhol and art critic and curator Mario Amaya at Warhol's studio in New York City. Solanas had been to see Warhol after asking for the return of a script which had apparently, been misplaced. Warhol was seriously wounded in the attack and barely survived.

1970 - Deep Purple

Deep Purple released their fourth studio album 'Deep Purple In Rock'. This was the first album to feature the classic Mk II lineup of - Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan, Roger Glover, Jon Lord and Ian Paice.

1970 - Ray Davies

The Kinks Ray Davies was forced to make a 6,000 mile round trip from New York to London to record one word in a song. Davies had to change the word 'Coca- Cola' to 'Cherry Cola' on the bands forthcoming single 'Lola' due to an advertising ban at BBC Radio.

1983 - Jim Gordon

US session drummer Jim Gordon, murdered his mother by pounding her head with a hammer. A diagnosed schizophrenic, it was not until his trial in 1984 that he was properly diagnosed. Due to the fact that his attorney was unable to use the insanity defense, Gordon was sentenced to sixteen years-to-life in prison in 1984. A Grammy Award winner for co-writing Layla with Eric Clapton, Gordon worked with The Beach Boys, John Lennon, George Harrison Frank Zappa and many other artists.

1995 - Bryan Adams

Bryan Adams started a five week run at No.1 on the US singles chart with 'Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman' Taken from the film 'Don Juan De Marco' it became Adams third US solo No.1, a No.4 hit in the UK.

2000 - Kenny Chesney

Kenny Chesney and Tim McGraw were arrested in Buffalo, New York after Chesney ran away with a Mounted Reserve deputy's horse, and McGraw attacked deputies that tried to corral him. Chesney asked to sit on the horse outside Ralph Wilson Stadium and the daughter of the deputy gave him permission to do so. Then Chesney mounted the horse and rode away. He was told to stop, but ignored the orders from the other deputies, the deputies were then attacked by McGraw and members of his entourage. Chesney was charged with disorderly conduct and released on bail. McGraw was charged with second-degree assault, obstructing governmental administration, menacing and resisting arrest. He was released on $2,500 bail….(this is a country song just waiting to be written….)

2002 - Ozzy Osbourne

Paul McCartney, Sting, Elton John, Brian Wilson, Cliff Richard, Ozzy Osbourne, The Corrs, Will Young, Atomic Kitten and S Club 7 all appeared at The Queen's Jubilee concert at Buckingham Palace, London.

2003 - Barry Manilow

Barry Manilow suffered a broken nose after he accidentally walked into a wall at his home in Palm Springs, California and knocked himself unconscious. Although he passed out for four hours, he didn't endure any lasting effects as doctors determined that surgery was not necessary.

2006 - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Red Hot Chili Peppers were at No.1 on the UK and US album charts with Stadium Arcadium the bands ninth studio album.

2011 - Andrew Gold

American singer, songwriter Andrew Gold died in his sleep aged 59 from a heart attack. Had the 1977 US No.7 single 'Lonely Boy', 1978 UK No.5 single 'Never Let Her Slip Away' and as a member of Wax the 1987 UK No.12 single 'Bridge To Your Heart'.

2016 - Dave Swarbrick

English folk musician and singer-songwriter Dave Swarbrick died aged 75. His work for the group Fairport Convention from 1969 has been credited with leading them to produce their seminal album Liege & Lief (1969) which initiated the electric folk movement.

[book-place]

Hi there! Saw you were taking a request and I thought I might as well give it a bash :)

Could I please request something with the dialogue #10 prompt with a reader with family trauma, (like she comes from a family where her parents hated each other, she suffered with low self-esteem, struggled in school which caused her parents to beat/hit her but only a couple times but enough to traumatize her, then moved to London after her parents divorce and father’s imprisonment followed by his death, followed by her mom and younger brother dying in a car accident which resulted in her ending up in an orphanage for months. Y’know, ✨the good stuff✨ (this is based on my oc i promise lmfao 😭, this was more for just background and context)

Anyways, after she ends up running away from the orphanage and meets Marc and Layla after she had an encounter with Harrow’s minions where they try to measure her scale but Marc and Layla ended up saving her and thus the reader ends up joining their journey to defeat Arthur and she also ends up becoming a daughter figure to both of them but specifically to Marc and Steven.

I apologize greatly if this was too long and specific, I understand that there are many details in this request that may be graphic and triggering for many, including yourself so please do not feel obligated to respond or write for this request

Thanks and have a good one 👍

Don’t worry about it being long, I love hearing peoples ideas!! I will absolutely get to this as soon as I can and hopefully meet your standards for writing it! Have a good day and thanks for requesting:)