#please forgive me mother

[oyasuuh]

I'm sorry to disappoint you mama but the omelet potato thingy made me throw up it's not your fault, it was just me

#please forgive me mother #idk #i think I'll starve tonight #not good #mama #ooOooOoh #didn't mean to make you cry #if your potato thingy made me sick

[glassrooibos]

Look I can’t draw stoats ok IM SORRY OK I still love them

#dimension 20 #burrow's end #ANOTHER BANGER OF A SEASON FOLKS #I love every SINGLE THING #THE siblings the sisters the mother daughter the generation trauma #the awkward uncle the terrible kids #the FAMILY. DYNAMIC. #THEYRE all nailing it #how’s it gonna end though #HOW. #IM so excited. #I tried to draw them as actual stoats and it was fucked so forgive me #I hit them with more human radiation ok #that’s what this is #the blue did this #tell me all your thoughts please #mum Brennan? #ok sorry #goodbye

[divinekangaroo]

Was thinking while watching that scene where Pol tells Ada about her abortion.

Polly really doesn't take on the mum role in the family to my mind, or even the matriarch/aunt tbh. And I think, there was some summary somewhere that referred to her as the consigliere and while she does perform a certain bouncing-board, plan formation role with Tommy (and only with Tommy, and only with insight into certain parts of his plans; I'm struggling to think of times the others listen to her without Tommy backing her up, S3 as example of when they don't), her other behaviours in the family also mean this isn't her role at all.

She's the wild older sister who is loving and explosive and hurtful, and incredibly, incredibly fragile, afraid and she feels so very scared, vulnerable and alone, most of the time. She just wants all her loved ones to be happy and safe and in achieving that, Tommy is frequently as much of an obstacle as he is the vehicle to get her that. I do headcanon that Polly lives 99% of her life in fear and on that edge of breakdown, it's just that she's lived with it so long she probably doesn't even acknowledge it any more. Her reactivity is so high.

So yeah, it's no wonder Tommy sort of plays that joint patriarch-matriarch role (arranging marriages etc), because Polly is *not* playing the matriarch.

#her stories to ada about that feminine/mother trauma are all sort of-- #--with this tone of 'please forgive me please say you understand please say my decisions made sense' #because polly isn't certain in herself #she *acts* certain #idk #wild older sister that everyone including the youngest all have to sort of take care of #some of the way she says things about tommy that help *not at all* #like “he used to sleep out as a kid” pretending he's not out there having a complete fucking breakdown and she doesn't know what to dooooo #(though she *wants* to help she does) #every time she explains his traumas as impossible to avoid because they're gypsy and that's their lot in life #...let me get out my postcolonial lens again #->noting this is also a belief set tommy's mother also had #my headcanon polly absolutely idolised tommy's mother because she lost her mother young; following t's mum around like *her* mum #imagining tommy's mum could 'do no wrong' in pol's eyes

[dootznbootz]

I'm moody and grumpy and sick so I'm going to be a freak about writing for a bit.

I fucking love writing PEOPLE. like as a whole. I love writing little imperfect messy living moments. People aren't perfect. Never will be. Never SHOULD be. And I fucking LOVE writing that. Even the "unnecessary details" feel necessary to me because they're HUMAN.

Spilling food on yourself. Getting food stuck in your teeth and maybe making funny faces while you're trying to get it out. Mentioning a silly moment from their youth in teasing. A disagreement. Putting on clothes and getting your arm stuck in your sleeve at first. "Ugly laughter". Losing your train of thought and saying nonsense while snapping fingers to try and get your thoughts back. Hugging someone taller than you and maybe having to change how you stand to fit together. Accidentally stepping on someone's foot. Bedhead, fixing someone's clothes, double chins, clumsy moments, Shifting, fidgeting, having someone mimic another's voice to make someone laugh, LIVING THINGS lksjdf ldskjf THINGS THAT MAKE US HUMAN!!!

And like?? A small thing, as I said I love just writing PEOPLE. But I see posts sometimes about how people "have a hard time writing women" and I'm just sitting here like??? "She's a person?? You've met another person before, right? Write the same way." and just get boggled and even, I don't know, disappointed? Even if she's not part of the main "cast" have her be, idk human?? Not just cardboard you know?? Don't "girlboss" her but also just?? simply have her have life!

Or then I've seen people literally admit "Well with canon there's not much to work with the women" WELL THEN MAKE STUFF UP!!! Use your big brain and have headcanons for her! See the potential she already has and fly with it!!! :D

How many times has she spilled food on her clothes and groaned because it's her favorite? How many times has she had snarled hair? She's probably had something in her eye at some point. She's probably tripped and skinned her knee once or twice. Does she swear? How would she react in this situation?

And sometimes I'll see people use history as an excuse or whatever but like??? Even IF systematically women weren't treated well, that wasn't the rule for ALL. For example, in the USA, Women usually couldn't go out in public in pants during certain periods. Yet I have photos of family from the 1930s where there are women in pants. Little girls and their mothers literally using a two-person saw and on the farm in pants. Just because the system is sexist doesn't mean that men in women's lives always enforce it. Just like nowadays. Reproductive rights. That's systematic. Daily life? I feel plenty safe with a lot of regular ass dudes. SAME BACK THEN MOST LIKELY!!!

Idk y'all. I'm just... disappointed by how many times I come across this type of stuff :/

#I wrote this a while ago but I saw another post about how it's hard to write women and I'm mad. #I'm sick as well so yeah. woe be upon ye #It's... just...SO important to me that I write women as more than just a “caregiver” role you know? #If she IS a mother and wife and that's ALL you have her doing??? I'm MAD #I've seen that WAY too often >:( I'm writing a sickfic right now. and it made me realize how few fics have the MEN taking care of women #it's not bad!!! It's just something I've noticed. adn it makes me sad. just a lil bit. #Mad rambles #rant #vent #sldkfj dskf #it's funny because I'm literally like. “What are her goals?” get it all down and it's a bunch of stuff. His goals? “WIFE”. #I'm joking but you know #I didn't bring up gnc folks because that's a completely different discussion. Still important but I'm venting about a specific #post. >:( #also I'm sleepy and being crabby. Please forgive me

[cal-cium-the-nerd]

You know, we've talked a lot about the temporary loopers sacrificing themselves for Zorian and all, but it's interesting to think how Zorian kind of did the same thing.

At the end of chapter 4, right before getting his soul meshed with Zach and joining the time loop, this happens:

“Unfinished business!?” Akoja protested. “Zach, this isn’t a game! These things are going to kill you!” “I’m perfectly capable-“ Zorian wasn’t sure what tipped him off, exactly – he just got a vague feeling of dread and knew he had to react immediately, much like what happened when the winter wolf tried to get a jump on him earlier. Wrenching himself free from Akoja’s grip with a sudden jerk, he pushed Zach out of the way of the incoming spell. An angry red ray surged through the air in front of them, passing right where Zach’s head was only a few moments ago, and hit the wall behind them. The jagged beam of red light bit deep into the wall, gouging a deep trench in it and shrouding the area in a cloud of fine dust. “Crap,” Zach said. “He found me. Quick, hold the rod before-“ Akoja winked out of existence as the rod teleported her away to safety. “-it activates,” finished Zach in a long-suffering tone. “Damn it, Zorian, why didn’t you hold on?!” “You’d be dead, then!” Zorian protested. He wasn’t going to let a person who helped him so much tonight die from a stray spell if he could help it.

Granted, he doesn't know for sure he's about to "die", but it's this impulsive decision to save Zach which directly causes him to end up as Quatach-Ichl's victim (instead of following Akoja into relative safety).

It's doubly interesting to think that, had Zorian not been there during the conversation between Zach and Quatach-Ichl, the lich might have decided to "mutilate" Zach's soul by itself, potentially causing more damage than he ended up doing.

#mother of learning #MoL reread #It's 4am right now so if this doesn't actually make sense please forgive me I'll delete it in the morning

[therealmilfdennys]

Hey hey hey!! i saw that billy with makeup hc and im BEGGING you to write a domtop!male reader x subbtm!billy fic 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 Smt like billy surprising the reader when they get home and reader fucks him so good thebmakeup is totally ruined YES YES YES

Billy Hargrove x Male!Reader

HI, I"M NOT DEAD SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG LOL. I took some creative liberty so. This is just barely proofread so I am Sorry. CW: Feminization(like a lot I'm so sorry), a little hurt/comfort, insinuated internalized homophobia, dacryphilia, boys in panties yall, smut obvi. MDNI i do Not want to be sued.

It starts off small, and slow. BIlly knows he’s handsome, takes very good care of himself to look that way. HIs hair and skin and pretty red lips, how good he smells. It’s all out of a need to look hot constantly. It starts to pick up when he moves out and in with you. He finds out about skincare, becomes obsessed. Reads every catalog he can get his hands on, 10 Tips and Tricks on Clear Skin and Mary Kay. 

It hits him just how attracted he is to the feminine side of hygiene one night when Max and El are staying over. A year and a half after the Mindflayer, eight months after Vecna. The girls are watching Pretty in Pink and painting their nails. Billy sits with them, biding his time till you come home from work, reading Little Women for the fourth time. The girls chatter over colors, Eleven has already picked a bright cherry red, claiming it matches Max’s hair. Max is considering a nice, deep and sparkly blue color or black and Billy pipes up without thinking. “Blue will match your eyes, shitbird.” Flushes a pretty pink, and ducks his head back down to faux read. 

Eleven pipes up then, innocent and gentle in her sweet little way. “You should do Billy’s too, Max. He would look nice.” 

And so when you arrive home, beat from your shift at the Krogers outside of town to find Billy watching Real Genius with the girls, his nails clean and painted a pretty sparkly pink. You’re pleasantly surprised. The blonde goes a nice red color when you take his hand, inspect his nails without judgment. “Very pretty baby, s’a good color on you.” Is your response, and you can see the tension seep from his shoulders, his nervous grin go lazy and smug. “Yeah yeah, keep it in your pants.” 

A month later is when the make up starts making an appearance. Small add-ins here and there. A nice pink lipgloss, a little mascara, some gold powder on his eyelids to go out to dinner. He’s drawn to things his mother used to wear, nothing heavy or cakey. Nice and delicate, like how he wishes he was. 

His appearance is met with the same response from you everytime. “Gorgeous, baby.” or “So pretty Bills.” It makes him turn a pretty pink everytime, look down a little bashful before he shakes into his normal Billy Hargrove persona. 

The curiosity crescendos about two months after that. You’ve been swamped with work, as has Billy who got a small job at Melvalds with Joyce. You’re just walking through the door, but you could hear the music from outside. Billy’s favorite Zeppelin tape, spitting out Dazed and Confused from the shitty little record player you’d gotten him for his birthday. 

You walk in, shut the door gently, not wanting to possibly disturb him. Your shoes and coat placed by the door. “Bills?” You call, walking down the hall to your shared room. 

A clatter then, something falling over and hitting the floor with a thunk. Your heart seizes for a moment, rushing through the door before you can think. “Billy are you- o…kay?” You ask, dazed and suddenly hot all over. 

There is Billy Hargrove, hair done up all pretty, a dark smokey eye smeared over his lids nicely, sparkly gloss on his lips. The kicker though, is the lace bulging with the print of his cock, peaking from underneath his muscle tee. You stare, bewildered and more than turned on, straining in your jeans uncomfortably. “Hey baby.” You greet, wide eyed and lips parted. 

Billy stands stock still, you can see his lip tremble from where you stand in the door way. His eyes are getting watery and his voice trembles when he speaks. “You’re home early.”

It makes you bark a laugh, walk over to the record player and turn the music down. “Uh..Uh yeah, somebody picked up the night shift so I didn’t have to..stay/” You breathe, turn to take him in again, biting your lip. “You look nice, baby, s’this all for?” You ask, and he releases a trembley breath, a wet laugh that doesnt sound genuine. You walk over to him, cup his cheeks gently. 

“Was gonna…wash it off. Before you got home.” He chokes out, voice thick with emotion, the lump in his throat growing. The admittance makes you frown. “Why would you do that, sweet thing? Hate me that much?” You pout, stroke your thumb under his eye to swipe away a fallen eyelash. He leans into your hand, sighs. “Uh uh..Didn’t uh. Didn’t think you’d like it..s’all.” 

You’ve never seen him so nervous, not even when he first got back from the Upside Down. Not when you asked him out. He’s looking up at you with those pretty blue eyes, wet and so blue compared to the dark coal around them. 

“Where you gonna keep…these?” Your hand slides up under his shirt, settles on his hip to thumb over the fabric of his panties. God, he goes cherry at that, opens his mouth once, twice, settles for a shake of his head. That makes you tut gently, click your tongue disappointed. “My sweet boy, can’t believe you’d hide this from me.” You tease, make him whine. He’s pressed right up against you, hums and bites his lip when he feels your hardness pressed into his hip. “Gonna have to make up for that, hm? Think that’s fair?” 

He let out a breathless “Yes.” and all bets are off. 

These stupid satin sheets you’d splurged on are godsend against BIlly’s skin, his thighs and tummy freshly shaved. He’s spread out on his back, shirt gone and fully exposed, save his pretty black lace panties that do nothing to hide his cock. His lip gloss is a bit smeared, a byproduct of you kissing him silly a few moments ago. 

You’re between his legs, in only your boxers, nosing and kissing at his inner thighs, marveling at how soft and supple the skin is. “My pretty baby,” You start, running your nose along the length of him through the soaked material. “You’re so hard, B. Ruining those pretty panties.” You tease, a light scolding tone that makes him keen. His hands are gripping the sheets, and he’s staring down at you reverent and a little nervous as to what’s next. 

“Should eat you out, get you off with my tongue and fingers like you’re my girl.” Billy groans loud, tosses his head back and slings an arm over his face for good measure. You grin and chuckle. Spread him open just a bit more. “Oh you like that, huh baby?” And hes nodding so furiously you’re scared he’s rubbing the make up off for a split second. Ruining it before you can do it yourself. 

He opens up so sweetly, whimpering and whining and moaning like a slut when your fingers work him open. Those little panties pulled justt enough to the side.  There’s little tears in his lash line, making them clump up so prettily. His cock is drooling through the lace by the time your cock is pressed up against his pretty little hole. 

“Mm, want me to fuck you, sweet thing? Need it?” You hum, gentle and warm and Billy sobs. “Yes, yes please baby please. In me please.” 

Who are you to deny him, truly? 

He cums so quickly like this, worked up from the emotional turmoil and gentle, deep fucking you give him. Damn near feels you in his throat, pressed so close together, legs pushed up as far as they’ll go. “Uh uh uh, please. Please cum..want it..want it in me please please please.” And fuck does he beg pretty, you can’t help but cum deep in him when he begs so sweetly. Looking up at you, make up ruined, mascara running. Looking debauched. 

Its after the clean up and come down, after the soft, gentle kisses you leave on his cheek and shoulder, over hickies and finger print shaped bruises that he speaks up. “I uh, I take it the make up was appreciated?” He croaks out, throat sore from crying and whining all night. 

You laugh out loud, shoulders shaking and mouth pressed into his pec. “Yes, yes very much so.” 

It’s safe to say the lingerie and mascara don’t leave the bedroom scene anytime soon.

#billy hargove #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x male!reader #i couldve mothered him :( #billy hargrove fluff #CW: feminization #CW: dacryphilia #i'm depraved please forgive me he's all i think about

[astranauticus]

ok i like rushed through the whole orv webtoon way too fast so now i have thoughts going in like 5 different directions but ep121-123 drive me so fucking insane actually. every time i think about those two conversations i have to sit down

#orv #orv liveblog #like i feel like depictions of childhood abuse in fiction tend to depiction the relationship as some version of #'the one evil violent parent and the one good parent trying their best (it wasnt good enough)' #see: the twins parents from lc s2 is the obvious one but also like #going back to my roots lol but enji and rei todoroki? or hell even fire lord ozai and ursa #yknow theres this idea of like theres the one who was trying! and the one who fucked it all up #well yeah rei's the one who scarred her sons face but thats so obviously framed as like a trauma response outside of her control #like its not something youre reeaally meant to blame her for yknow #the WHOLE idea with kim dokja's conversation with yoo sangah is whether he's supposed to blame/forgive lee sookyung #wait ok those conversations drive me so insane like im feeling the alevel literature urge to fuckin close read quotes #that one line where he thinks like this is the vilest form of violence he can use against sangah goes by SO fast but it hit me SO hard #the idea of asking her to put herself in this nightmare situation she has no frame of reference for understanding or empathising with #and then asking her as someone who she rly cares about! to be the judge in this situation she cannot possibly fully grasp #and all of that being framed as an act of violence towards her. like asking her to do this knowing she cant possibly do it #but also 'did you want me to seem pleased to see you' 'a little (lie)' and 'do you think of me as a mother' 'a little (lie)' #like the pretense of a normal relationship over the yeah we know our relationships fucked over the #unfortunately we still talk and think in the same way and we understand each other way too well #ok wait but circling back to the original point. i saw this fucking incredible fanart on twitter that sort of goes into the like #how do you?? handle?? not knowing if youre supposed to blame your parent for something that they did that hurt you #like its this little animation thing thats all in kdj's internal monologue except for one line where its him saying #'im terrible. i deserved what she did to me' #and its like. yeah that would be easier huh. like the self loathing is easier to handle than the confusion and cognitive dissonance #full disclosure i saw that fanart literally a year ago before i knew jack shit about orv and the sentiment hit me SO HARD i just #havent been able to stop thinking about it for a whole year. like as soon as i finished 123 i immediately went to look for it in my archive #i checked the artist has a tumblr but that art is not on it and it bugs me so much i want them to know that they somehow like #managed to make art so painful it defeated both my non-orv reading self and my lifelong severe memory problems #i mean in comparison that line (that also went by alarmingly fast) about how without twsa back then like kdj would not be here today #like not so much to dig into just. Yikes #and him telling ysa all of this with that fucking smile on his face like thats the part that really gets to me just his *fucking expression

[writerfae]

Ranva remembered dreaming of the girl with the crown of thorns when she was little.

It had always frightened her, the way the girl would scream and cry and pin her to the ground, raising the dagger high to sink it right into Ranva’s heart.

She used to wake up in tears, running to find shelter in the bed of her parents. Her mother used to run her hand through her dark locks and sooth her back to sleep.

She remembered asking her mother who the girl was, but she didn’t have an answer.

“I don’t know, dear. But she cannot harm you, so don’t be afraid. The nightmare will pass eventually, just you wait.”

And she was right, it did.

Ranva almost forgot about it, until one day Henry crawled into her bed, frightened by a nightmare about a girl with a crown of thorns.

She had soothed him back to sleep like her mother once did for her, telling him the same calming words.

It took some nights, but eventually the nightmare passed for Henry, too. Still, this time the girl with the crown of thorns didn’t leave her mind that easily.

She kept wondering who she was and why she kept haunting the dreams of her family.

Maybe that was why one day, when she sat in her chair with Aiden sleeping close to her heart and exhaustion from worrying about her baby made her fall asleep as well, she dreamed of the girl again.

This time, the dream was different from what she remembered and what her eldest son had told her.

She wasn’t the one standing face to face with the girl, she was watching from the distance as the girl fought with someone else.

It was a young man and he seemed awfully familiar, though she couldn’t quite explain how or why.

Knowing how that dream would end, Ranva ran towards them to try and stop the girl from harming him.

As she got closer she got a better look on the boy that the girl was fighting with and it almost made her stop dead in her tracks.

He looked almost like Milan. Almost. But something about him was different.

Ranva could tell that it wasn’t her husband who was currently fighting for his life there, yet the boy felt strangely familiar and she felt the desperate need to help, to save him.

The girl now had him pinned down to the floor and a panicked scream escaped Ranva’s throat as she saw her raise the dagger high up into the air.

Its blade flashed in the light and much to her surprise the dagger, too, was familiar to her.

Pushing the realization aside she lunged forward to throw herself between the two.

Why she did it, she couldn’t tell, all she felt was the urge to save the boy.

But it was in vain, for she slid right through the two as if they were made out of mist.

Staving off a hard fall, Ranva rolled to the side. She tried standing up again, but somehow she couldn’t move.

Around her, time seemed to have slowed down.

Not too far away, the boy turned his head to face Ranva and their eyes met. He smiled slightly, mouthing something she couldn’t understand.

His outstretched hand twitched like he tried reaching for her and Ranva’s eyes filled with tears as she watched helplessly how the dagger sank down into his chest and the boy went still within seconds.

His eyes were still staring at Ranva, unblinking, and she had to look away.

Her eyes wandered to the dagger and the pair of hands still clasped around its beautifully adorned handle and even higher up to the face of the girl who had just committed the horrible crime in front of her.

A cold fist closed itself around Ranva’s heart. Because the person that held the bloodied knife wasn’t the girl with the crown of thorns anymore.

It was Ranva’s mother.

Ranva awoke with a gasp, her cheeks wet with tears.

Aiden was awake, too, crying and wiggling around as if he just had a bad dream himself.

Quickly brushing away her tears she started to sooth the baby, trying to calm both of them down. She held her little son close, pressing a kiss to his head.

It was just a dream, she told herself. Nothing to worry about.

Later, when her husband and sons were already asleep, Ranva sat down in front of their bed and pulled out a little chest from under it.

Careful not to wake Milan or Aiden, she opened the pretty lid, revealing a bunch of letters and items from a life she had long left behind.

Reaching into the chest, her fingers felt for something hidden away at the very bottom of it.

Something that hadn’t left her mind all day.

She finally found what she was looking for, pulling out an object wrapped in a dark red cloth.

Taking a deep breath, she unwrapped it, revealing an adorned bronze dagger.

It was the exact same dagger from her dream. Runa’s dagger.

Ranva gasped.

Maybe this wasn’t just a dream after all.

Maybe it was a warning.

*

Make it known to the world, I finally got my lazy ass up to write something

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#writer speaks #writeblr #wip: the knights of the alder #writing #my writing #this is not proofread in the slightest and I wrote it on my phone please forgive me #anyway the reason Ranva felt the need to protect the boy was because it was future Aiden and the word Aiden mouthed before dying was mother #cause y’know he recognized her #and yes this implies Ranva witnessing in a dream how her mother kills her son #also baby Aiden sleeping close to her heart did indeed influence her dream cause that’s what baby seers can do apparently

[running-in-the-dark]

had a conversation about gym class with my friend who I went to school with today - it was depressing but also nice to hear that her experience with it (at that particular school) was just as bad as mine.

I don't think the way my school treated gym class was entirely normal tbh. it was completely different to the school I went to after, anyway. and everyone I talked to there only knew gym class to be a pretty fun, lighthearted thing. at my old school it was only about achievement, you had to be perfect, if not you were usually yelled at. and if you couldn't participate because you were feeling a bit ill (but not enough to stay home from school) you were ridiculed and/or insulted in front of the whole class. this happened with every gym teacher we had over the whole 9 years there.

it felt like two hours of punishment, there was nothing good about it. and it made at least the both of us feel like any kind of exercise/sport, especially in a group setting, was terrifying - for years after. even my much more positive experience at the other school I went to didn't make that go away.

#maybe my school really just sucked #I mean I already know it did. but maybe it did in even more ways than I thought #maybe it's a Gymnasium thing. idk. any Germans please feel free to comment if gym class at your school was like this #and it wasn't just because we were bad at sports or anything. I got very good grades in gym class at the other school. and my friend does a #ton of different sports now and everything #I remember there was a girl in my class who got a 1 (the best grade) in every other class and a 4 (out of 6) in gym class. and the teacher #was so fucking awful and gleeful about it. he made fun of her so much. #I'm pretty sure I was about to get a 6 in gym class right before I dropped out - and that definitely played a part tbh. I just couldn't #spend one more second with that gym teacher. he was horrible and gross and mean (and sexually harassed girls at another school! but of #course he was still allowed to teach at our school!! ľ #anyway. gym class was the worst part of my (already not great) life from 11 to 19 so I hope all my old gym teachers break both their legs :) #except one. he was really nice to us and didn't do any of the stuff the others did. but we only had him for a year in between all the other #ones so it wasn't enough :( #like one of our (female!!) teachers would loudly make fun of girls who said they couldn't participate because they were on their period and #in too much pain. #in front of everyone. when we were like 13. #I hate that woman more than any of the others. #lol it's funny how like half of my issues are because of my parents and the other half is because of that fucking school #I will never forgive my mother for forcing me to go there and never letting me change schools even though I asked to for 8 fucking years #personal

[deityofhearts]

I’m so sick of webcomics with abusive and neglectful parental figures redeeming them because “they just needed mc to melt their heart” especially if it’s like an isekai or regression deal where they were still godawful in the original timeline or to the original owner of the body being possessed but suddenly they’re so kind and caring and care so much about the mc. Just once I want the main character to reject this change and acknowledge that they don’t deserve forgiveness or redemption for suddenly changing

#deity dialogue #it makes me so so so mad #hi I said I was gonna talk about webcomics more here #I’m checking out another webcomic and it’s started with mc going to her uncle to save her dying mother #but they all hate her mother (and by extent I assume her) because her dad was heir to the family and ran away because he loved mcs #mom who was a maid and it’s like damn y’all suck ass I hope y’all die #the only way they’ll save mcs mom is if she enters the family and never sees her again #and ofc you know in like twenty chapters the whole household will fawn over and after probably treating her terribly for most of the story #up until that point and it’ll be like all is forgiven ofc they were cold hearted but this one small thing made them into abusive shitty ppl #so please please forgive the #m this happens all the time I’m so tired of it sometimes people just suck ass

[petrovna-zamo]

https://twitter.com/hyunandra/status/1572273121868288001

just another tweet that made my cry out of happiness for katya today :')

Oh my god thank you so much for sharing this!

Link here to the Tweet photo: x

Link here to the TikTok video: x

Katya deserves everything and more and this was such a meaningful moment for her and I’m so glad she could share it with her parents. Everything we know about her family that she’s shared has told us that they’ve been nothing but loving and supportive and I’m so glad she’s had that in her life and they could see just how loved and how much she means to people. It truly warms my heart to know that they’ve always been there for her and believed in her. It’s so special that they could see their child reach such great heights. They know more than anyone just how much Katya’s been through and all she’s had to overcome to get to where’s she’s at so to see her celebrated in her hometown must feel very full circle. This isn’t the first time she’s said that she didn’t think she’d make it to 30 so to see her at 40 happy and healthy and thriving must be the best feeling in the world. I mean it when I say we’re so so lucky to still have her. Katya brings so much joy to others and is so beloved because of it and for good reason. I hope she feels nothing but love from this experience, I’m so so happy for her.

#thanks to the ​mvp haran #so glad she took this screen shot because I checked the comments under the TikTok video #and this person deleted them lol #but I’m choosing to believe it’s real #her mother is an angel just like her #‘her number one fan’ god this is all so sweet #this video gives us another angle of her speech #and while the lighting isn’t great for showing off sweat it is close enough to show the tears #as if any of us needed another reason to get emotional #what else is there left to say I’ve full blown cried because of Katya multiple times in the past 24 hours #so please forgive me I’m spiraling

[vvanessaives]

i think the Thing that makes vhanya's tragedy so..tragic to me is her youth. but not in a 'omg dying young, she had so much to live :(' which is. well rip to her. but more like every single mistake she does is in a way..normal. like mistakes you do when you're a teen and are sooo dumb but make you learn and they shouldn't weight too much or more like. they shouldn't have you pay a too expensive price. while vhanya's mistakes aren't looked at with kindness, there's no Understanding. she walks around with her rage and tears like she's screaming "i'm still learning!! don't i deserve some kindness?" and instead of a "it's okay that you fucked up, we can fix this" it's mistakes that shape forever her future without any way to rewind and idk it gets me </3

#rena.txt #like does she fuck up? YEA. the betrayal and the mistakes that come from a first love and shit and stuff. like yea she takes.. questionable #choices and her behaviour isn't the best at times but lord doesn't she deserve a bit of understanding? she's angry and angry and ANGRY at #her mother that (in her opinion) looks down on her and doesn't love her and probably vhanya thinks ari considers her as her greatest #disappointment. and that's when the rage takes control and she screams and threatens and all of that shit but then sadness settles and #she's falling down and asking her mother to please forgive her. like SHE'S LEARNING SHE MAKES STUPID SHIT. WELL YEA WHO HASN'T DONE STUPID #SHIT AS A TEEN!! and then belonging. god she only ever wanted to belong somewhere but she always ended up being estranged? not a black not #a green not her mother's side not her family. she tries to find her place in a world where she feels like isn't made for her. which is why #when aemond dies </3 she's just like. i thought i found a place but to follow this idea i lost everything else and now that i lost that #Only one thing there's nothing else to live for. as if ari wouldnt welcome back her daughter after whatever stupid shit she would do GIRL!! #AND LIKE THE IDEA ITSELF that she convinced herself that was her Place finally. a first love. dumb and stupid the kind of probably doesn't #last but you remember it and she's like THAT'S EVERYTHING i will ever have in life and now that is gone it makes no sense to be alive. #there's only emptiness. brrr IDK I'M LOSING IT. SHE'S DUMB BUT ALSO SHE HAS THE RIGHT TO BE. ME @ ME: U CATCH MY DRIFT #in the words of my bestest bestie moravia who wrote about alienation in a way that spoke to me through my whole teen years: 'desire for #normality; a longing to adapt to some recognized and general rule; a wish to be like everyone else from the moment that being different #meant being guilty.' FUCKING DEAD ON THIS SUNDAY MORNING

[incorrectskyrimquotes]

Eryn writes down a letter to Ralof and Sofie before she becomes soul trapped.

#ill decide what it says later but its something like #'im doing something stupid (again) #please forgive me and please understand i have no other choice #i have no idea what this is going to do to me. if ill be the same wife and mother you love. im sorry. im so sorry.' #oc: eryn

[astrumborn]

A small satyr was sitting in what seemed to be a golden cage. No,...it was an entire room but the windows were locked. It’s bars, looking decorative and pretty. To make it seem more elegant. To hide it’s true purpose.

Regardless the small child was happily humming to themselves, looking up at the woman who was sitting nearby. She was absentmindedly holding a flower, tearing off it’s petals.

“ Are you alright mother? “

A small voice rang out, small golden eyes looking at the woman with concern. However, those innocent eyes were met with confusion and a hollow gaze. A smile graced the woman’s face. A tired and defeated one, laced with a hint of mockery.

“ Hmm? I am just fine...but Lightbringer...I am not your mother. “

She explained, rolling her eyes as that smile never left her. The Starborn Satyr was confused, not understanding why she would say something like that. Sure, it had been explained to them before but..they couldn’t understand.

“ But..you gave birth to me didn’t you? So...that makes you my mother! “

They said, their little tail wagging as if they were proud of their statement. In a way they were! But then again...the other did not seem to care and stared at the flower for a bit.

“...You know...Lightbringer...I was always..a simple person. One that went through hardships beyond your imagination. “

The woman got up, slowly pacing around the room. One hand tracing along the walls that radiated magic. Looking outside the window there were various people in the village, living out their lives with a purpose. A grand purpose.

“...Yet despite the suffering I went through...there was one wish me and the great Leader had shared in our youth. A family....”

She hummed to herself, cleaning up the room as she continued to pace around not even looking at the satyr. The child grew only more confused, not quite following. Were they not family?

“ But...you gave birth to me...and the great Leader is my father isn’t he? “

She stopped, tilting her head to the side. Silence filling the room before she suddenly began to laugh as if this child just had made a joke.

“ Oh Lightbringer..you sure have a great sense of humor...perhaps even a little cruel. I may have given birth to you but...that is simply because the stars itself...defiled me. My blood and core tainted by those so called Starborn...therefore you simply cannot be my child. “

Stepping forward, she knelt down and leaned in close...to an eerie degree. One hand brushing against the child’s neck as if she was about to wring it forcefully.

“...But...you are a blessing..a step to salvation...and you will destroy the stars that mock us. “

And with that she suddenly stepped back, clearing her throat and walking towards the door.

“ Don’t worry Lightbringer....you have no need for parents. You’re divine after all. “

With a hard slam of the door, the woman left behind the small satyr child. Who at this point was feeling more lonely than ever. Were they...filthy too then?

#{drabble} #{ic - please forgive me} #{Star Defiled - Lucen's Mother} #//tw child abuse #{Headcanons}

[maya395]

Religon

I fall down to my knees, my tears spill over my cheeks as I feel your burning light rip through me. I kneel in front of your glory letting it rip through me, as it cleanses my soul ripping any impure piece out of me.

I feel your hands across my flesh, like coals as you clean me. The overwhelming guilt of my sins course through me as I beg for you mercy and forgiveness. And you give yourself freely, every time , without hesitation. The son of man gives himself freely, while she does not.

#i wrote this in church #lol #bad poetry #eldest daughter #girl interupted syndrome #nyc girl #girlblogging #original poem #men (derogatory) #mitski #poetry #tumblr girlies #ethel cain #mother cain #hozier #god forgive me #please help #poema original

[reigningsniper]

// sometimes I wanna make a modern au where riza isn't burdened by canon bullshit for ONCE

but who am I kidding I am a sucker for finding ways to insert angst. I will find a way that's applicable for that verse.*bonks my own head*

#‘your mother buys you megablocks instead of legos’ / ooc #// riza im sorry please forgive me