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cowboysandpilots · 9 months

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Disclaimer: I have Cerebral Palsy, exactly like Chris/Gavin and this little fic is based on interactions I had when I was a kid and how I wish they were handled as opposed to being told 'kids are mean' and to 'suck it up'. 🙃

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The first time that Christopher hears the R slur, he doesn't even know what it means. He's just a kid, and he's heard it before but never directed at him. It hurts his feelings, of course and while Chris wants his to go to the nurse and call his dad to pick him up, he toughs it out like both his father figures would do, and stays for the rest of the day.

When Buck and Eddie do pick him up at the end of the day, he's quiet as he climbs his way into the the truck and Eddie is quick to pick up on it. "Well, you're awfully quiet. What's wrong, kid? Bad day?" He asks, but he's smiling a little, he doesn't expect Christopher to say yes.

"Dad, what does retard mean?" His voice sounds so innocent when he asks and Eddie almost crashes the truck.

"Where did you hear that word?" Despite how much he tries, he can't keep the anger and surprise out of his voice. He doesn't want to scare Chris or make him think that he's in trouble, it just catches him of guard.

"A boy at school said it to me." Chris explains with his own frown.

"To you or about you?" Buck asks, turning in the passenger seat. Part of him thinks that it's none of his business but he wants to clarify and Eddie can't give Chris his full attention, he has to focus on the road even though they aren't far from home.

"Both I guess." Chris shrugs, "Is it bad?"

Buck is about to answer, but Eddie is pulling into the driveway, putting the truck in park and turning around in his seat. "Yes, it's bad. It's a very mean thing to say to someone, and you should never, ever say it." Eddie's voice is calmer now, more collected, but there's an angry undertone that Buck can hear. "Who said that to you, Chris?"

"Peter," Christopher answers easily.

"Peter, who?" Eddie pushes, and now the anger in his voice is evident to everyone. On instinct, Buck puts his hand on Eddie's shoulder to settle him, not that it would work anyway.

Christopher shrugs. "I don't know, we're not in the same class; just have recess together."

With the way Eddie's muscles sit firm under Buck's hand, he's anything but relaxed, and he's saved from the escalation of the conversation by Carla knocking on the window. "Are you guy's gonna sit out here all day, or were you planning on coming inside?" It's just a tease, but they both feel bad since Carla was here to watch Chris while they were both on night shift.

"Sorry, Carla, we're coming. I just gotta talk to Buck about something. Can you take Chris in and get him a snack?"

Carla nods, asking Christopher about his homework, just like Eddie would do. She takes him inside, and it's only when all the doors are closed that Eddie turns to look at Buck again.

"We have to find out who this Peter kid is," He grits out firmly.

"Eddie, we're not going to find some kid and confront him. They're just little boys!" Buck is honestly surprised that they're having this conversation, even though he probably shouldn't be. He knows Eddie would do anything for his kid, and so would Buck. "I know your dad instincts are clouding your logic right now, but you're not a crazy person, and you would never talk about beating up a child."

Eddie frowns. "Who said I wanted to hurt the kid? I'm talking about the parents, Buck. They're obviously the ones teaching all the hate. We need to go talk to them about this."

"We?" Buck smiles. He knows that he and Eddie are in a relationship now, but he wasn't sure that he should be involved in parenting things like this.

"Of course," Eddie smiles back, putting a hand on the side of Buck's neck. "You love Chris, and you're just as much his parent as I am." Eddie leans in across the center console to kiss Buck deeply, resting their foreheads together before he pulls back. "Now, let's go show those people what happens when they mess with our kid."

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honeygrahambitch · 5 months

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I do have a thing for paternal Will tonight, I know but bear with me for this one.

Will is married since before season 1, it doesn't matter who she is, she dies after the kid turns two. Somewhere around the time Will is freed from the hospital. Great, his wife dies and he is left with a child to raise on his own.

Hannibal wouldn't take this kid away from him. He just can't. He sees them together and he realizes that this is something he cannot interfere with. However what he can do to still be present in Will life is to help him raise the kid.

Will is pretty spiteful after he leaves the hospital, and very much petty especially to Hannibal. Now add the sleepless nights and constant stress and overthinking of being a single father. His brain is full time thinking about his own demons coming to surface, being a good father and doing something about Hannibal (trapping him? Tho this slowly changes).

He genuinely enjoys playing with his kid and reading him stories or walking with him in the forest and teaching him about leaves and bugs and animals and especially about fish.

However, after the first weeks of being a single parent, Will wants is to take a 3 hour nap. Nothing more. It would be a luxury considering he has to cook and he has to watch his kid constantly.

He vents about it during one of his therapy sessions. He vents about being tired and feeling incapable of being a good parent. The heavy bags under his eyes reflect his feelings.

That's when Hannibal offers to watch his kid for a few hours so he can get some sleep. Will refuses, he can't trust Hannibal with a toddler. He has no experience. He is dangerous.

Hannibal tells him that a few hours should not be a problem. And he can cook too, Will doesn't have to worry. He promises he doesn't eat children and especially something that was conceived by Will. Will is skeptical but in the end he gives in. He needs some sleep if he wants to be able to work and be a good father.

He drops his kid at Hannibal's place and goes to sleep. What he did not expect was that his 3 hour nap turned into an 8 hour nap. It's almost midnight when he drives to Baltimore. He is desperate. Hannibal doesn't even pick up his phone.

When he starts knocking at his door he is debating breaking it down whatsoever. He regrets every choice he had ever taken. When Hannibal opens the door and Will wants to start talking, Hannibal covers his mouth instantly and gestures to him to be quiet.

"He fell asleep a while ago." Hannibal whispers. "Turned my phone off so he wouldn't wake up. Didn't expect that he would want three bedtime stories. But he said you always tell him three stories. I could not disappoint."

"I don't tell him three stories" Will whispers amused, now that he knows his kid is safe.

"At least we know he got your manipulation skills, then." Hannibal replies as he walks with Will to the living room where his toddler is sleeping soundly, wrapped in a blanket.

"We had dinner. And I also cooked for you for tomorrow."

"You shouldn't have." Will says as guilt starts creeping up on him. "I abused of your free time. I couldn't wake up." He explains as they walk into the kitchen.

"Will, you needed the sleep and I can assure you, my time was not abused off. Your kid is special."

"That's what all parents want to hear." Will says and laughs. "Does the fact that a psychiatrist says that make it a bad thing?"

"Being special? No. He must take it from his father."

"Oh, please, hopefully he doesn't."

"I disagree. Don't forget it's a matter of genes and environment. And they don't look too bad."

"Yeah, his dead has serial killer tendencies and his babysitter is a serial killer who cooks people as a hobby. We nailed the environment part, Hannibal."

They both laugh.

From then on Will is more open towards letting Hannibal babysit his kid. They are almost like a little family. Not only is it convenient for Will's time management but his kid also loves spending time with Hannibal.

Will finally reaches a certain sense of stability he has long waited for.

#hannibal #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannibal nbc #hannibal series

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clumsydragon28 · 2 months

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"sharing a kiss while dancing >>>" WE NEED 😍😍😍

Ahh what a perfect request 🥰

For those of you who have read Plié-sed to Have Met You, this little teaser takes place within that same universe. It's a scene that I plan to include in my soon(ish) to come Shikajin part 2 of this dance AU. It is not necessary however to read Plié to understand the below. And so, without further ado...

Sway

“When we dance you have a way with me Stay with me, sway with me”

Dean Martin

Full story below the cut ✨

“Hey, Inojin?”

He looked up from removing his shoes, expecting to meet Shikadai’s gaze and instead was met with the back of his boyfriend’s head. Inojin made a small noise to indicate he was listening, waiting for Shikadai to continue as he kepy fiddling with his laces.

“Would you be interested in teaching me some dance steps? I mean, nothing too crazy. You know, just the basics or—”

Inojin nearly catapulted himself up off the ground and grabbed Shikadai by the arms. Those were words he never expected to come out of his boyfriend’s mouth.

“You want to dance?”

Even though they happened to be standing under one of the ceiling lamps in the studio where the bulbs had blown out, Inojin could still make out the blush on Shikadai’s cheeks as he gave a shy nod in response.

“Oh my god, really?! Really? I can’t believe it, oh my god, of course, sweetie! That makes me so happy.”

He watched as the initial shock on Shikadai’s face from the excited outburst morphed into a smile. But not just any smile. This was a special smile. A smile that made Inojin’s heart flutter more than even the worst bout of stage fright.

It was that smile where his eyes became alight with love. That smile that revealed Shikadai was exactly where he wanted to be and there was nothing else he’d rather be doing. That smile only few people ever got the pleasure of being on the receiving end of.

Inojin still couldn’t believe that he was so lucky to see that smile every day.

He kicked his shoes off fully as he grabbed Shikadai’s hand and dragged him over to a part of the room where the overhead lights did work and they could see each other clearly.

Inojin decided to start their lesson with the class step ball change. He chose it not only because it is one of the most basic moves in all styles of dance, but he assumed Shikadai would have an easy time with it. It’s one of those steps where the name of the move tells you how to perform it: you step with one leg, then switch your weight to the ball of your opposite foot, and then back. Inojin thought it would appeal to his boyfriend’s overly logical brain and come naturally to him. All he had to do was follow along with the words.

Apparently though, Inojin thought wrong.

For ten minutes now, he watched as Shikadai continuously tripped over his own feet. He just couldn’t seem to comprehend he had to change the balls of his feet and not keep one plastered to the ground. Inojin offered several times to teach him a different step, but Shikadai refused. He was trying so hard to get it right, Inojin could see beads of sweat drip down his forehead and land on the lens of his glasses.

Shikadai seemed determined to get this step down no matter what, and Inojin was wracking his brain to come up with a way to help him. He started to think back to moments with his parents. Back to a time when he was small and he was first learning these steps himself. The memories prompted him to try a different tactic than having Shikadai just watch and attempt to copy his feet.

Inojin walked over to where Shikadai was fumbling around and wrapped his arm around his boyfriend’s waist. He pulled him in tight so that Shikadai’s backside was flush with his whole body. He could feel Shikadai stiffen at the sudden contact, so Inojin placed a reassuring kiss onto the back of his neck.

“Don’t fight against me, okay? Just relax and let my body guide yours.”

Inojin started to move, lifting his right foot fully off the ground. The top of his thigh pressed into the back of Shikadai’s, effectively raising the other man’s leg with it. Inojin then placed both of their feet back onto the floor and repeated the movement on their left but at a much quicker pace. Then again with the right as that same faster speed.

He continued the slow-quick-quick pattern over and over. With each step Inojin took, Shikadai’s legs did the same, being led by the gentle nudging. Inojin could feel the rhythm start to flow through Shikadai as he became more accustomed to the movements through this hands-on approach.

Just like a child learns to ride a bike without training wheels for the first time, Inojin slowly loosened his grip from Shikadai’s waist and let the other man try on his own. He couldn’t help but grin with pride as Shikadai continued to step ball change all by himself.

It was a different kind of pride than what he’d experienced with the students he taught in class. Inojin imagined it was similar to how his parents had felt every time they watched him first master a new step.

This wasn’t a sense of pride fueled by pure accomplishment, no. This was a pride synonymous with love.

“Well, now that you’ve mastered that, let’s try something else.”

Inojin chuckled when Shikadai jumped at the sound of his voice. He gave Inojin a puzzled look as if asking how they were now on opposite sides of the room. Shikadai had seemingly gotten so caught up in the dance, he hadn’t noticed he was no longer being held.

Inojin walked back over to his partner, making sure to flash one of his signature cheeky winks. He then grabbed Shikadai’s arms, placed them around his neck, and put his own hands on Shikadai’s waist. He once again felt his boyfriend’s body tense up with shyness, so Inojin pulled him in closer and rested his chin upon Shikadai’s shoulder.

“Don’t be nervous. I got you. We’ll take it nice and slow.”

Inojin started to move again. This time, his feet barely lifted off the ground as he gently rocked the pair right and left. He then rubbed encouraging circles into Shikadai’s sides, silently asking him to follow along. Inojin could feel the other man’s body melt into his own, allowing Inojin to lead them in the slow dance.

Inojin had danced with many partners over the years. Girls he’d had to lift over his head and hold their waist as they spun around. Guys he’d had to dive over and swoop under as they moved across the floor.

But this. This wasn’t anything like that.

There was no choreography to ensure they didn’t step on each other’s toes. There had been no practicing for hours on end to make sure the timing was right for a big lift. There was no set rhythm of 1-2-3 over and over again to the tune of music.

No this. This required no plans. No counts. No steps. No marks to hit. This was the most basic of dances and the most natural. The most comforting. The most freeing. The most pure.

This was simply two people. Sharing their space, breathing as one, swaying side to side, and just existing.

Inojin nuzzled further into the crook of his boyfriend’s neck, enjoying the ever-present scent of sand and heat. Even though it had been a few months since Shikadai had gone home for winter break, the smell of the desert never left his skin. It was so foreign to Inojin who had grown up in the concrete laden labyrinth that is New York City. He could live without the stench of sweaty subways and steamy sewer grates. But the aroma that was pure Shikadai? He couldn’t get enough of it.

Now that he had calmed down from the earlier excitement at Shikadai’s request, Inojin decided it was time to ask the question that had been on his mind since then.

“So, why the interest in dancing all of a sudden?”

He felt the blush from Shikadai’s cheek warm his skin.

“Well, it’s such a big part of who you are. A part that I don’t know yet.”

Inojin rearranged them slightly so he could look at Shikadai’s face. He could feel that same excitement from before eager to resurface. It was taking all of Inojin’s patience to let Shikadai finish without interrupting him again.

“I want to know as much as I can about every part of you. Even the parts that I don’t really understand.”

The flush on his face was still present as Shikadai turned his gaze to the ground. Inojin’s eyes watched as the movement caused his glasses to slide down the bridge of his nose. Shikadai unconsciously wrinkled his nostrils as if trying to inch the frames back up to the top.

God, his boyfriend was so cute. Inojin couldn’t stand it.

“I just. I really appreciate the part you play in my own life. And I wanted to thank you for that. So, I don’t know, I just thought—”

That’s it. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore. His patience had run out.

Inojin snatched Shikadai’s hand and raised it above both their heads. He spun the other man around, twirling him like the ballerina inside his music box, before grabbing Shikadai around the waist and dipping him back across his arm. He then bent down to place the biggest, sloppiest kiss on his boyfriend’s lips.

Inojin put every single part of himself into the kiss so that Shikadai would know all of it. That he too appreciated the role the other man played in his life. That he was beyond grateful for the journey they had taken together to get to here.

He imagined right now they looked very similar to that famous photograph of the sailor kissing a complete stranger in the middle of Times Square. Inojin had seen so many tourists reenact that pose over the years. And though Times Square was a part of Manhattan that every native New Yorker tried to avoid at all costs, Inojin couldn’t deny that he had secretly wanted to join in the fun too and copy it with a partner.

But right now, taking a photo was the farthest thing from his mind. In this moment, Inojin felt so special, so cared for, so loved by the man in his arms. It was a feeling that spoke more words than any picture ever could.

And so, even though it went without saying, Inojin just couldn’t help himself.

“I love you too, Shikadai. So very, very much.”

Inojin in return received the biggest grin he had ever seen. Shikadai’s smile was so wide that his cheeks pressed into the bottom rim of his glasses. He then proceeded to right himself up and engulf Inojin in a hug so tight only an Akimichi could rival it.

He had expected Shikadai to let go after a while, so Inojin was surprised when instead the other man brought them even closer together and began to rock them side to side. He had apparently decided to take the lead, and now Shikadai was the one to guide them in the slow dance.

Inojin tried to think of a time in all his years of competing and performing where he had loved dancing more than this moment right here. But none even came close.

This was special because it wasn’t about how high he could jump or how many turns he could do in a row. There was no music, no counting. It was just about them and the air that swayed with them as they floated through it.

They danced without outside pressure. They danced without clear cut rules. They danced without thinking about.

They were just dancing.

And they were free.

#fanfiction #inojin yamanaka #shikadai nara #shikadai #inojin #shikajin #shikadai x inojin #shikadai and inojin #dance #dance au #i love them so much 🥹#thank you for the prompt 💚💜#majsasaurus #clumsydragon28

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a-hazbin-reader · 2 months

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IGHT BET-

His Hell name is Sci,as he is an overlord who shares his territory with his twin brother,who’s hell name is Ninja. They’re both called the Bloody Twins and imma explain why but individually,starting with Ninja who’s the oldest.

Now I hope you don’t mind the fact that I made these in gacha but I rlly like their designs- they’re actually redesigned bc I originally made them differently in a more cringy way like in 2021- idk if you wanna see those but I doubt it- anyways

This is Ninja,his full over lord name is The Bloody Ninja as seen in the screenshot.

His human name when alive is Liam Marie-Jeanette- I’ll explain their parents later

When alive,he was the golden child out of him and his brother,his parents favored him more while leaving his brother to basically fend for himself. Liam stayed around his brother the most,absolutely adoring him and helping him grow up with a decent childhood. At the age of 14 he killed his father (I’ll explain in a bit) and both him and Sci were orphaned. Out of the two twins,he started working at an early age as an assassin. Around the age of 20,he found a woman,married her and had a kid with her. The reason he’s called the Bloody Ninja is because he leaves his murder scenes EXTREMELY bloody and the fact that he used every Japanese weapon because they looked cool asf and it just felt right. About almost 10 years later,its December 31st,1929. He’s running from the person he’s supposed to kill,he fell off a taller building and landed on a smaller one on top of a fuck ton of firework rockets,his left eye getting stabbed by one of them. The fireworks exploded and he got severe injuries and third degree burns,he died from his injuries.

In death,he started gaining a bit of power. New technologies from the different demons that were there from different parts of the world,upgrading his weapons at a constant,the thing is….he died on new years,the day when the extermination happens. Bro grabbed angelic weapons and forged Japanese weapons,Nina stars,katanas,etc,out of the metal.

Now let’s move onto his brother and my main oc lol.

That is Sci,The Bloody Scientist,seen in his screenshot.

His human name was Lucas Marie-Jeanette.

He was the forgotten twin mainly,his parents hated him because they only wanted one kid,they didn’t expect two. Lucas spent most of his time reading,anything that his parents taught Liam,Liam would teach it to Lucas. That’s where he learned how to read and write and talk and walk. As he grew older,he found science related books,physics,chemistry,botany,biology- everything! When he was 14,he was just using a chemistry kit he bought himself with his own money that he found and managed to earn in his earlier kid age (10 thru 13). His mother walked in and because she just hated her second crotch goblin,she grabbed his science books and his chemistry kit and threw them away. Lucas got mad,so he grabbed a nearby glass shard and slit her throat with it. His father just so happened to walk past and he grabbed him and started trying to drag him out of the house to throw him out and leave him in the streets,this is where Liam comes in and kills him. Liam didn’t want his shitty father to throw away his only pride and joy of that time.

Now orphaned,the boys do what they have to do in order to survive,they taught themselves to cook and do the chores,Lucas already know how to do most of them because of his mother making him do it. While Liam bounced from job to job,earning money,Lucas took care of the house,buying the groceries when they had enough and also helping his brother when he needed the help. At the age of 16,Lucas was already about to graduate from university,thanks to Liam saving up since they started earning money. Already at the age of 20,Lucas had just graduated from his doctorate in science and he was Liam’s best man in his wedding. Out in town just on a walk,grabbing different items from shops he ran into a rather odd fellow. A famous radio host from that very same town in Louisiana! (Sound familiar? Yeah cause its the smiling deer man himself when alive lmao I wrote it in Sci’s bio I still find it funny when I read it)

They end up starting a conversation due to Alastor asking why he was undressed,which confused our young scientist.

-“Whatever do you mean? As far as you and I are both concerned,I have all the required garments.under and over,that would show that I am not undressed in any sense.”

-“What I mean,my dear,is that you’re not smiling! You’re never fully dressed without a smile,my masculine fellow!”

They walk down the streets while discussing back and forth on why this is even a topic. They end up knowing more about each other and well,they become acquaintances. Lucas returns home,he’s still living with Liam until he can get his own place,and Liam asks him what took him so long while holding his sweet baby girl in his arms,letting his wife rest.

-“What in gods green earth took you so long? You had me worried sick. God Lu. You need a better grasp on time management.”

-“I apologize,Liam. I seemed to have bumped into the famous radio host New Orleans has to offer and well…he asked me a rather conflicting question that had no logic to it.”

Lucas proceeds to fucking explain everything in precise detail of what happened between him and Alastor.- Liam keeps it stored for now in his mind and just tells him to go wash up because and it seemed that Lucas didn’t notice that he was all sweaty- of which he then goes to shower.

Time passed and Lucas seemed rather fond of the radio host,though,having a stern,unchanging poker face,he never seemed to show it. Alastor would try to make him smile in every way,shape or form. Which then leads him to realize….he’s growing fond of the scientist- but not in a friendly manner,oh no….its more than that.

One faithful day,in fact,it was Lucas’s turn to celebrate his birthday,becoming 21 years old was a big deal for Liam,not so much for Lucas,Alastor wanted to make Lucas smile finally. He proceeded to go to an antique store and he found a very lovely gold pocket watch (the watch Sci has in his hand). He buys it,puts the box in wrapping paper and puts a lovely bow on it. He took Lucas on a picnic in a very lovely area. The scientist proceeded to just thank him for doing something nice like this,despite not needing to.

-“Oh but I wanted to,my dear! …Here. I got you a little gift for this festive day.”

He gave Lucas the box,who opened it,confused. He grew up not knowing what love and affection and happiness was…but he learned what they were thanks to his brother and now,Alastor. He saw the gold pocket watch and he froze,proceeding to pull the watch out and looking at it as it said on the front of it “New Orleans,Louisiana 1890”. Oh but that wasn’t it. He proceeded to tear up as he turned it around and saw a small A+L on it. His face grew red and he looked at Alastor with tears in his eyes before he gave him a small,but happily loving smile. He thanked him and hugged him tightly. That was also the day they confessed and the day they became….”roommates” ;) (and they were roommates)

It was the Great Depression. And it’s also the year that Lucas became a cannibal alongside Alastor. Imma quickly say…the reason he’s the Bloody Scientist is that he used random (non innocent) people as guinea pigs for his experiments and they would mainly explode suddenly and leave the room all bloody. Anyways. Lucas and Alastor were now cannibals but they were also switches (ahEm. Their favorite place to do it was the office on the desk,taking turns, also sub!Alastor supremacy like cmon man. AHeM) :).

But not everything good lasts forever. The year was 1931. Lucas was walking with Alastor into the dark woods in the middle of the night. He lead him to a delightful scenery,Lucas was besides Alastor when all of a sudden he stepped on a branch and it alerted a nearby hunter who shot him twice,in his neck and in his chest. Lucas died in Alastor’s arms but not before smiling widely and cupping his face.

-“You…were the best thing….that ever….happened to me…..I love you…thank you for being here for me…never forget me..”

Once he arrived in hell,he immediately remet with his brother,they hugged each other tightly before proceeding to wreak havoc and chaos on Hell. They quickly rose the ranks.

The king of hell himself was surprised when Lucas suddenly appeared in his mansion/palace. He formally introduced himself and he quickly became a favorite of the sweet princess of hell,she started calling him uncle. Which made Lucas,now Sci,very emotional,reminding him of his sweet niece of whom he attended the wedding of. He knelt down to Charlie’s height,which made Lucifer be on edge before being surprised that he hugged Charlie as tears rolled down his face. It made him curious of the sinner so he allowed him to be Charlie’s adoptive uncle.

The way Sci kills sinners is mainly with his needle tail that’s filled with a lovely serum that makes them combust into blood and never recover because he added angelic weapon metal flakes to it and it makes it very lethal.

The twins met a very interesting fellow one day who offered them power beyond their imaginations before they became overlords…..they’re both on a leash.

More than 80 years later,a knock stumbled upon the hotel’s doors. Charlie was the one originally expecting the person that knocked,so she happily opened the door and let them in,much to the confusion of the others,including deer man himself. The figure walked in and Charlie gave him a small tour of the lobby before starting to introduce him to the people in the hotel. Pentious knew who he was so he immediately geeked out as he is a fan of this specific demon. Nifty of course is her usual self. Husk,kinda knowing who he is,offers him a drink to which he agreed to. Angel,trying his usual seduction tricks,got denied in the most….polite way that made him apologize which was unusual. Vaggie,knowing who he was,was skeptical but trusted Charlie and was surprised when she said he’s her adoptive uncle. She went to introduce him to Alastor but Alastor was silent which was unusual for him and he examined the fellow before being his old chipper self. Though after introductions,Sci pulled out a gold pocket watch to check the time,much to Alastor’s surprise who froze right then and there and surprised everyone else from how he’s acting.

-“I’m sorry,my dear….but where did you get that beautiful watch?”

-“This old thing? My partner gave it to me on a very special day. Why?”

-“May I see it?”

Sci quietly closes the watch and hands it to him. Alastor proceeds to examine the watch before turning it around and freezing before looking at him,smile almost gone before quietly going.

-“Lucas..?”

His voice without a radio filter sounded just like him when alive. Lucas quietly examined him before freezing,grabbing the pocket watch,putting it away and hugging him tightly. Charlie awws at the scene. Everyone is confused before Alastor explains.

-“wait..radio pimp did get laid?? Oh that’s fuckin’ rich!”

When the war against heaven happened,he was killing angels effortlessly and with glee as Ninja watched alongside the V’s,mainly ignoring Vox.

He was worried when Alastor suddenly disappeared but enjoyed watching Lucifer beat the shit out of Adam.-

He very much enjoyed helping Charlie rebuild the hotel and he was even more happy when Alastor returned,smiling at the scene and hugging him tighter than everyone.

Months later,he finally reveals in front of everyone,why he wanted to lead Alastor out before he died. He pulls out a box from his pocket,gets on one knee and fucking proposes to him right then and there,making him CRY IN FRONT OF EVERYONE. Alastor says yes and about 4 weeks later,they get married.- now onto kids.

Sci knows that guys can’t have kids- but who said that’s stopping him from making ways on how to get kids.- bro literally makes a serum that he injects himself with before him and Alastor…get it on- and he manages to get himself…pregnant- I know- what a sudden twist- but but but. When he does have their little creation,they have twins- oh what a coincidence because he himself IS a twin- he names the twins Juniper and Berry- because he loved picking juniper berries to make poison with. Nicknames his baby girl June and absolutely loves Berry as well- June is the exact copy of Alastor with Sci’s eyes and Berry is a perfect mix of both-. Sci pulls the serum stunt again and they have another baby- a baby girl who’s basically the exact copy of Sci with hints of Alastor’s palette and she’s a fucking dorable.

Now let’s move onto the shit parents. Their parents aren’t really American- their dad is French,their mom is British,(I can imagine Al going nuts for a French British s/o 👀),both of them were pedos. Because every fucking friend they brought over,they would sexually harass and sometimes manage to non consensually no-no them. So they made them be loners.- they meet their boys again in hell- only to get absolutely slaughtered by ninja and sci’s new powers- alongside Al and him and sci’s kids- so in the end its a happy ending for everyone except the shit parents :D!

That’s all! If you wanna ask anything,go ahead

THE ROMANCE 👏 THE POCKET WATCH 👏 THE DRAMA 👏

#LOVE THEM #LOVE THEM LOVE THEM #Their designs are so CUTE #you put a lot of love #into them I can tell #ugh they're amazing

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Title: Pillow Talk

Summary: Steven and Connie discuss whether or not their future will involve children.

A new short story/one-shot! I've been meaning to write this one for years now lmao. It's the second-longest short in my Jam Buds and So On collection.

If you hate external links, the short can also be found below the cut:

On the second floor of a bed and breakfast, in a near pitch-black room, two young adults laid motionless, disheveled on a too-small, full-size bed. Not a sound could be heard but the faint snoring of their large, pink-furred friend, who had, much to the pair’s apprehension, insisted upon sleeping in the same room as them.

“Would you ever want kids?” a hoarse, male voice abruptly cut through the silence.

His girlfriend, wide-eyed, glanced his way; she could barely make out his features amidst the darkness. “Where’s this coming from?” she spoke softly, nonjudgmentally, hands clasped over her own, bare chest.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “I guess it just seemed kinda, uh…”—he pursed his lips—“relevant…”

“Huh? What do you …?” she trailed off, eyebrows knitting. “Oh… ohhhh…” She slapped a sweaty palm to her forehead. ”Duh.”

He snickered, playfully brushing a foot against hers beneath the covers. “So… have you ever thought about it, Connie?”

“M-maybe… I, uh …” She searched every crevice of her mind for a clear answer; time and time again, she came up completely empty. Truthfully, she had not been expecting the conversation for another few years at least. She should’ve been more prepared, she should’ve expected this. It’s Steven, after all. “Have, uh, you ever thought about it?” Of course he has!

“Y-yes… a lot, actually,” he murmured with a slight titter. Setting his eyes upon the ceiling, he elaborated, “I have almost every day for the last few years…”

“Hm…” Connie hummed. She felt her cheeks, her everything, redden; how could she not have seen this coming? “Why’s that, biscuit?”

He paused briefly, concentrating on the vague shape of the steadily spinning ceiling fan. “Well, it’s just… being on the road, I guess,” he shrugged. “It’s given me a lot of time to think about this stuff, about my future…”—he rolled over and desperately, intimately met her eyes—“about our future.”

“Y-yeah?” Connie acknowledged shakily, anxiously… excitedly? She bit her lip with anticipation.

“And, well…” he continued, “it feels like everywhere I go, I see nothing but families. Happy families. Normal families…” he stressed, “two parents ‘n’ all. It makes me think about all the stuff I missed out on as a kid… Like, what kinda person would I be today if I’d just had a normal, human family? If my mom hadn’t secretly been alien royalty?” he tearfully chuckled. “Sure, I wouldn’t be myself, but… well, that doesn’t stop me from thinking about it, y’know?”

“Oh, Steven…” she cooed as she placed a warm, tender hand upon his bare shoulder.

He placed a mellow hand atop hers. “But, uh, anyway, I guess all that is just my long way of saying… some day, Connie, I… I want to start a family with you. I-I’ve never been so sure about something in my entire life." He began running his free hand through her greasy, tangled hair. “Me and you— er, you and I,” he corrected himself, “we could be such amazing parents. Y-you could teach our kids all sorts of interesting stuff, a-and I could heal their wounds if they ever got hurt!” He felt his cheeks flush as a broad grin made its way to his lips. “A-and—best part—they wouldn’t have any magical destinies!” he chuckled. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. “They could live completely normal lives. They’d go to school, have friends their age, a-and at least one of us would always be there to cook meals for them!”

Connie felt her mouth fall ever-so-slightly agape as her pupils dilated. She had no idea how she was meant to feel; this was all so new to her. The way her boyfriend described it, the prospect of parenthood sounded so exciting. But… it also sounded like endless responsibility, something which became harder and ever-so-harder to think about as her upcoming exams slipped into her thoughts.

She supposed she had always been open to the idea of having children; she never would’ve even considered dating Steven had she not been. The very idea, though, of bringing new life into the world, of being wholly responsible for said life, had always seemed like a major commitment to her, one which she could never consider lightly.

“And, if you wanted, we could even adopt!” Steven energetically added. “I know a whole lot of people hate the idea of pregnancy; I would never put you through it if you didn’t want me to—well, if I’d even be able to put you through it, biologically ‘n’ all.” His forehead puckered, despite his best efforts to hide his restlessness. “I-I could get that tested, though: I’ve researched it! I’d just have to mail a few samples to a lab and …” he trailed off before shaking away his train of thought. “I, uh, think you get it,” he chuckled breathily, sweatily. He then pulled away from his girlfriend, maintaining eye contact as best as he possibly could. “So, uhm… w-what do you say, Connie? B-be honest with me, please.”

‘Wait for that special someone before you have kids,’ her mom would always tell her, coincidentally starting around the same time she met Steven. She had come around to him over the years, though, even going so far as to make him an ‘honorary member' of the Maheswaran family.

What her mom, what anybody else, thought, though, simply didn’t matter right now. She had to make this decision for herself, and she already knew what her heart of hearts wanted her to say…

As his girlfriend’s silence crept upon two minutes long, Steven felt the last remnants of his smile fall. “Y-you know what,” he muttered, eyebrows lowered, “j-just forget about it. We can talk about it some other time.” It took every ounce of his will to prevent his skin from glowing. “I-I’m really sorr—”

“After I get my bachelor’s at Jayhawk,” Connie abruptly interrupted, “a stable job, a house… and maybe with some help from your dad and my parents…” she diligently laid out, “then… well…” she giggled through a dimpled smile, “there should be some room in the agenda.”

Steven felt his entire body suddenly light up with emotion. His breathing hastened tenfold as he felt himself start bouncing up and down on the mattress. Grabbing his girlfriend’s shoulders, tears pricking at his eyes, he near-shouted “C-Connie, is that a 'yes'!?”

#steven universe #connverse #connie maheswaran #fanfiction #su #steven quartz universe #steven x connie #connie x steven #su fanfiction

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Hey!!! Will u please write an imagine where Eddie Munson and y/n are best friends and one day she asks him to teach her how to play the electric guitar?

Your love [E. M]

Eddie Munson x best friend!reader

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: I won't do a second part of this, but I hope it's what you expected!

“I like this song” you exclaimed softly. You were in Eddie's room, with your back to the floor and your feet up against the mattress, where your friend watched you with amusement.

Afternoons at his house were quite common now, since living next door and with parents who worked all day, the truth was that you didn't have many options left. Luckily, he was always there.

Eddie didn't answer anything, he just let you hum the song from your place while his hand reached out a bit to take the guitar. You had learned that it was an unconscious habit, where he arranged his guitar on his lap and began to imitate the notes of the song, silently.

You really liked seeing him like that; with his tongue sticking out slightly in concentration, his brow furrowed, his ear pricked in the player's direction, his fingers moving deftly across the strings.

You went to almost every performance of his band and you loved watching him play. The passion with which he did it was unparalleled, and it made you feel full of passion too. It was something you had learned to love because of him.

“Ed” you spoke again, snapping him out of his reverie.

"Yes, darling?" he replied kindly, looking at you over his guitar. You were still lying down and you showed him a smile from there.

"Teach me," you said without further ado. He looked at you confused.

"Teach you what?"

"To play the guitar" you murmured confidently, but Eddie only laughed softly "What are you laughing at?!"

"No offense, but you have the worst coordination I've ever seen"

"But I can practice!" you replied, leaving your position to kneel in front of him and approach the bed to get a better look "I'm serious, I'll even pay you"

"Pay me?" he asked, now with a frown, "What are you talking about?"

“Well, I've been thinking about it and you need money, don't you? And I have a lot of free time and I always come here and I thought it would be nice to take advantage of my afternoons here and help you out a bit. It's a win-win,” you explained to him. It was not a lie; you had really thought too much lately and for you, it sounded like a good plan "What do you say?"

Eddie was quiet for a moment, looking at you and trying to figure out if you were just playing with him or if you were serious. He wasn't going to admit it, but he was very excited about the idea of helping you learn something. I mean, you always helped him in school and almost everything in his life, it felt good that now he knew something that you didn't and could teach you.

"You don't have to pay me to teach you"

"But I wanna do it! My parents insist that I get out of the house more and take classes in something that 'improves my skills' and stuff. So, voilà! I solved it. You are the perfect candidate" you smiled. You were leaning against the bed, looking at Eddie with those puppy dog eyes you knew he could never resist.

"And are you really willing to learn?"

"Sure, how hard can it be?"

"How hard can it be?" he repeated, completely offended "I was considering teaching you, but now the probability is zero”

"Eddie!" you complained, making a huge pout. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the cassettes he had, carelessly stacked in piles, and then something occurred to you: “Help me with something now, and if you see potential in me, you will teach me, okay?” you insisted. Before he said anything you practically ran to the shelf and grabbed some random cassette. It was Your Love by The Outfield.

"What are you going to do?" he asked. You walked over to sit next to him and then took the guitar off his lap. You knew when he loved her and that's why you were being extremely careful when you laid hands on her.

"Tell me what chords that song has," you asked him, showing him the tape in your hand. The boy rolled his eyes, as he knew you could be too stubborn, and after letting out a sigh he finally gave in to your pleas.

"The first thing is that you take the guitar well, it's backward" he smiled at you, making you blush slightly at your mistake. That day you were satisfied with, at least, touching the first lines.

Eddie squatted down in front of you and then talked to you about strumming and the chords you had to do all at the same time. He was in charge of moving your fingers with his hand to explain how to make said chord and as he did this, he was telling you the names; E, C#m, B.

With his own hand he scratched the strings of the guitar, slowly, so that you could imitate him. It took a long time before you could master the change between those three chords and also the strumming of the strings, but he laughed at the enthusiasm with which you did it.

"Excellent, we're in the first ten seconds of the song," he muttered, with feigned enthusiasm. You reached out and punched him in the chest, at which he laughed widely.

"It's better than nothing," you said defiantly. Eddie took the cable that connected the guitar to the amp and put it in place, then took the tape you had chosen and put it in the player on the shelf.

“Why did you choose this one?”

“I just took it randomly. I've never heard it” you confessed. The music started playing and you were surprised when you noticed that Eddie sat right behind you, settling in the space between his legs "What are you...?"

"Look" was all he said to you. You felt his chest leaning against your back and his arms around you in what seemed like a hug. But then you realized that his hands had actually gone to the guitar.

Josie's on a vacation far away

Come around and talk it over

So many things that I want to say

You know I like my girls a little bit older

He had already joined the rhythm of the song quite skillfully, probably because he already knew the song, and you were only trying to occupy the smallest space between his body.

I just want to use your love tonight

I don't want to lose your love tonight

"Look at the chords" he exclaimed and so you did. His fingers moved with grace and assurance, while his other hand was not far behind. Little by little you noticed the changes that he made at certain times and you registered them in your brain for later, if he agreed to give you music lessons.

I ain't got many friends left to talk to

Nowhere to run when I'm in trouble

You know I'd do anything for you

Stay the night but keep it undercover

You could hear him humming the lyrics against your skin, as if he needed it to focus, and his hair tickled against your neck. You smiled when you realized that it was a love song, although from the title it seemed obvious.

I just want to use your love tonight (whoa)

I don't want to lose your love tonight

Then his fingers moved across the strings in an intermission of pure melody, with which you were fascinated. You didn't expect to be able to learn that in a day, but the idea of being able to achieve that at some point excited you. Seeing Eddie playing that way got you excited.

Try to stop my hands from shaking

But something in my mind's not making sense

It's been a while since we were all alone

I can't hide the way I'm feeling

By this point, Eddie was already singing softly in your ear, of course without ever stopping playing. You leaned more against him and let his body shelter you.

As you're leaving, please would you close the door?

And don't forget what I told you

Just 'cause you're right that don't mean I'm wrong

Another shoulder to cry upon

He continued to sing the chorus a few times until the music of the song died out along with the sound of his guitar and his voice. It was until then that he turned his head slightly to look at you tenderly.

His breath was clashing with yours, his beautiful brown eyes meeting yours and his hands a little more relaxed against you.

“You will be a good teacher” you dared to say, making him laugh. The boy slumped back a bit to free you from his grip and at the same time he took your guitar from you, setting it aside from you.

"I hope so," he exclaimed, cheeks slightly flushed. He hugged a pillow with both hands, half burying his face in it, and watched you from there.

"Does that mean the classes are a given?"

The brunette laughed, reaching out to pull you towards him and lay you down on the bed, while both of you laughed.

“Fortunately for you, I can never deny you anything”

TAG LIST: @sweetdayme4427

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things 4 #joseph quinn

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legend of vox machina season 2 episode 8: echo tree OR more like incel tree amirite

sam is the "nice melons" npc bc of course he is

imagine the twins using their old tricks to duck the guards and it doesn't work bc that was over a decade ago

hello Elf Guard Matt

"we're his children" (derogatory)

"I've known many people with money and titles. They are definitely not worth you."

VELORA

the twins are not immune to velora and neither am I

"your father will be pleased to see you" I doubt that

"if you'd notified me you'd be gracing us with your presence" has this man never heard of an emergency

"if you've come for my money - or my goats - I don't have any!" wilhand

"real vestments!" I don't know why that's so adorable to me but here we are

"did you forget to eat??" eating is one of the three things grog actually knows how to do

"hi, pop-pop. I fucked up" me every time I call my parents

"what can syngorn do for you?" directed very specifically at percy, fuck everybody else

oh I just realized he's probably shitty about keyleth too, since she's also a half-elf

a second-generation half-elf, at that

my partner: does he not realize vax is wearing deathwalker's ward me: he doesn't care, that's human shit

"do you have any idea the burden your sudden arrival has caused my family?" I regret to inform you that this is in fact also your family

and now we know what role vex played in this emotional abuse hellpit

"you might just wanna avert your eyes" she literally confirmed that grog's dick didn't get acided off for him

if that's how scanlan 'works both ends' I am terribly sorry for any of his partners

it took me three watches to realize he's whistling Pull My Beads Of Love

percy spending that whole meeting trying desperately to figure out which House he could give to Vex without Cass shanking him

"what does 'fuck you' mean?" little pitchers have big ears

(didn't they on-purpose teach her the word 'shit' in the campaign)

if we get byroden flashbacks are they gonna be exu-compliant

"somehow I feel like it hurt me more" relationships! with! abusive! parents! are! complicated!

ew, tree gunk

he finally called her stubby, I can die happy

I knew where they were going as soon as he said "stimulation"

big "not a good enough reason to use the word 'penetrate'" energy

I enjoy Transition Frog

garmelie: don't submit to his voice vex, already extremely emotionally compromised: ✔✔

look, I don't claim to be a perfect parent, but I don't think I could look at something a child made for me with their own two tiny little hands and just casually break it in front of them

not even just my child. any child.

yeah, come to think of it, even vax doesn't Get It, bc he never wanted syldor's approval, or at least got over the want very quickly.

(fun fact, every time I type or say "syldor" I have to force myself not to say "isildur"

look at this. this is insane. I'm obsessed with this shot.

the feywild is using all of percy's black powder, he better hope victor survived.

I'm glad we got the "if I could pull the blood of him from my veins" line but it was so, so good when she was yelling it at her dad

vax now is not the time to ask keyleth to touch your butt

"dear broken vex'ahlia" if the word 'broken' is literally in your proposal there might be something fucked up about it mb

vex: my heart is someone else's percy: oh? do I know them?

incel tree saundor

"how do you fight a tree?" with a druid

I reluctantly admit him making the arrows out of his palm is pretty cool

I also love a good upside-down arrow shot

vex Jungle Sliding for her life

god I love keyleth so much

the way it springs open inside the stab wound is A+

mala: of course it survived, bc percy 100% expected her to stab a man with it

"he is who he's always been" "I know. and so am I." I am foaming at the mouth over this, at vex knowing she needs to work on parts of herself before she can actually confront her dad

there is SO MUCH nuance and middle ground between "still being actively abused" and "full no-contact" but it's more viscerally satisfying to show the Salt The Earth Behind You fight instead of the long, slow, painful work of attempting reconciliation

tl;dr reconciliation is a thing and I wish more stories used it even though it's complicated and subjective

"I usually hate the theater"

"how did that appear? how did tvs just appear? and really old tvs, based on the make and the year?"

this motherfucker

"he killed me with them" grog backstory GROG BACKSTORY

westruun is my favorite arc okay, I apologize for nothing

#crititag #lovmtag #critical role #the legend of vox machina #liveblog #reaction post #spoilers

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In relation to Jake Lockley Wrestles with God.

As always your analysis is amazing! It's got my head reeling! And full of so many questions!

The frustrating bit is that we don't know when Jake was manifested! Steven was young enough to possibly study and learn about Jewish culture and traditions. Let's assume Jake didn't come around until Marc was mid teenager. How much may have been expected of him at that point to learn. He would have come around when all teenagers are in their most stressful and emotional time in their lives.

But what point in Jewish culture is he jumping headlong into? Assuming we are past the traditional Bar Mitzvah age, what are the next important steps? Things he would have been thrown into without prior intensive teaching and training.

Considering Jake has taken up the Hispanic heritage, presumably in Chicago, he is also thrown into other traditions that are expected of him. To be Hombre. To be tough and to always win.

I always saw Jake as the rebellious one. The one to take to heart the 'question' part of the Torah. Question the teachings. Demand answers of those around him. Demand that god be held accountable for his pain and mistreatment.

He will not only wrestle with god, but he will set out to stand over them and demand to be seen. So in talking to Harrow in Spanish, talking to Helen in Spanish, he is telling god "I am here. I will win. Because of this, you will lose."

Thank you @drifting-pieces-blog-blog for your Ask! Based on what we know about Jake, I have a feeling that his triggers to front have as much to do with protecting Marc from himself as protecting the system from outside threats.

Marc is more than capable of taking care of business in a fight. He is skilled, he has military training, and he has an appetite for both giving and receiving punches.

In fact, I think that Marc enjoys taking hits. He gets high on the sweat and the blood. He encourages people to try to take him down: “What, are we dancin'? We fightin'? What are we gonna do?” When he gets onto that rooftop in Cairo, he’s not afraid. He’s excited to get into this brawl.

But he also uses fighting to self-punish. To self-flagellate. Khonshu knows this, too. He tells Marc in a voice that’s both sardonic and truthful, “I know that you enjoy the work I have for you.”

I’m going to put the rest under a read-more. And I’m adding a trigger warning to this post for self-harm.

Marc often follows Khonshu’s directives and fights evildoers as a way to self-harm. To punish himself for Roro’s death. To punish himself for all the deaths that have come after. To punish himself for being a killer. To let someone who is “the worst of the worst” (in his mind, just as bad as him) take him down. And that’s when Jake steps in. Because there are times when Marc takes it too far. As he says to Steven, “You try taking a life. See how quickly you forget. Kept wishing I'd fail and one of them would kill me instead. The healing ended up being a curse.” And that’s when the body is at risk. Not necessarily at risk of death; at least, not while they have Khonshu’s healing to preserve them. But at risk of harm. At risk of hopelessness. At risk of giving up. Because they might not die, but they can still feel the pain of death. And that’s Jake’s trigger to front. He decimates whoever they are fighting against. Cause it’s the only way to get Marc to stop.

There are other times, too, when Jake takes Marc out of a self-harm spiral. Because another method Marc has of self-harm is drinking. When you’re raised by a parent or a parental figure who is an alcoholic, drinking as a means of self-harm is a special kind of hell. It perpetuates the cycle of abuse, because now you’re becoming the thing you hated as a child. And I think there are times when Marc is drunk where he comes close to hurting himself in a way that he wouldn’t be able to recover from (or at least, not without Khonshu’s healing powers). And Jake steps in before he can get to that point.

Remember those gloves on the nightstand in their little hotel room in Cairo? At the beginning of the final scene in Ep. 2, the camera follows Steven’s gaze into the room. Steven has been kept on the inside for a while (represented by the sheet that briefly covers the mirror, before falling to the ground). Perhaps there was a fight between Steven and Marc, at which point Marc smashed the mirror and put the sheet over it. Both Steven’s and Marc’s hands are bloody from their fight at the mirror. However, there was more damage done to the room after Marc put the sheet up, because when Steven looks out, he appears genuinely shocked and distressed at the amount of destruction that Marc has caused in the room. He’s seeing this sight for the first time. Marc put up the “sheet” that symbolizes the barrier between them because he didn’t want Steven to see the destructive spiral he knew was coming. He’s ashamed of it. Marc sits on the floor, finishing a bottle of whisky. Then the camera pans over to the nightstand. We see the pair of black gloves. We don't realize until the very last scene of Ep. 6 what these gloves signify. These are Jake's gloves.

What was Jake doing? From what we know of him, he was probably wrestling Marc back from the cliff's edge, and then leaving without a trail to follow. Marc is at his lowest point. He’s lost the scarab, forcing him to “probably get himself killed running around Cairo” looking for Harrow’s followers, as Layla puts it. Layla has found him, which means that she’s in danger, and she has found out about Steven, which is a point of deep shame for Marc. As he says later, “For what it's worth, I had it under control until very recently.” Steven is “it” in this scenario. To put this in perspective, Marc is fine with Layla knowing that he’s killed people; however, her knowing about the way that his system has been shaped by their trauma is painful and humiliating — it’s more than he can bear. To make matters worse, Khonshu is furious with him, which Marc worries will cause the old god to double down on his threats to make Layla his next avatar. And worst of all, Steven has found out about him, and he’s seemed to have confirmed one of Marc’s greatest fears — if Steven knows WHO Marc is, he will hate Marc forever. And Marc will deserve that hatred. And I think there’s part of Marc that wishes he could just drink himself into oblivion. To thrash wildly against the room until he breaks himself to pieces. He’s hopeless and defeated. And that’s Jake’s cue.

Maybe Marc just thinks he blacked out for a while from the whisky. Jake’s gloves are symbolic of him being unknown to Marc and Steven. Jake doesn't even leave a trace of fingerprints for Marc and Steven to find. He is clandestine. Meticulous. Structured and organized. He has to be. If Marc or Steven knew about him, they could contend with him (like they do with each other), and those few seconds could mean the difference between life and death. Neither Marc nor Steven have gotten a more than a fleeting glimpse of Jake. A sense of someone, hovering on the edges of their awareness. But he’s there. And he keeps them safe. Jake Lockley has a JOB to do. His job is to protect the system from harm, even at the cost of his own connection with them.

As for when Jake came into being, I think it’s possible he first fronted during the MK system’s later childhood or early adolescence, at least based on my analysis that he protects against some specific types of self-harm. And while he might not have experienced their Jewish education in the way that Steven and Marc did, he would still have had plenty of Jewish experiences. The tutoring and training that prepares a child for their Bar Mitzvah is just the beginning of Jewish life. There is a world of Jewish experience that comes after. The Bar Mitzvah is the rite of passage in which a child becomes a responsible member of Jewish life. Once the child crosses that threshold, they now have duties to their family and to the community.

And Jake was there for that, I think. And he probably saw the utter hypocrisy in the MK system having to be performatively Jewish in public while being abused and neglected within an ostensibly Jewish home.

I can imagine he has his own associations with Jewishness — ways of being Jewish that are uniquely his, that he gets to own. I can empathize with Jake’s rejection of that thin veneer of performative faith that was used to cover up the abuse that lay just below the surface. I can also identify with his need to demand retribution for that abuse. He follows a doctrine of “an eye for an eye,” in which he demands accountability for the wrongs committed against him and the MK system; he wants to put an end to the cycle of abuse.

I agree that Jake would be likely to question God, as I wrote about in the post you mentioned. He would wrestle with the religious teachings that he received piecemeal and second-hand from his disjointed time growing up. He would have been the one most likely to experience their Jewishness as an outsider looking in. That kind of forced distance gives perspective. It’s an elevation above the chessboard — a vantage point that can allow for certain insights, like the insight not to take things at face value, but instead to fight back. To demand autonomy. To rebel. To follow one’s own path. Jake’s doctrine is one of LIFE, and he will wrestle with anyone who tries to take away his personhood. Including Marc.

As for his chosen communities, I can see him being drawn to explore his Latino heritage. To find strength in that. To reclaim that part of himself. To speak with others who are NOT the family. Because in Chicago in the 90s and 00s, he would have found some Latine Jewish community. But it would have primarily been older people; not teenagers. So I can imagine he would have sought out Hispanic community and learned about his heritage there. To go where the Spectors are not known, so that Jake can have at least a few people who know him by his name.

I can see him wrestling to form an identity that is his, and not handed down with the associated baggage from his forefathers. As he should. Because we who are outsiders often have the greatest claim to our cultural heritage. The greatest claim to be seen and acknowledged as having a RIGHT to it. Because it wasn’t handed to us; it doesn’t come to us easily. Instead, we have had to FIGHT to make it our own.

#drifting-pieces-blog-blog #moon knight #jake lockley #marc spector #steven grant #oscar isaac #self harm tw

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mphillipsfms · 1 year

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[ michael evans behling, cismale, he/him ] - was that MONTEZ PHILLIPS i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the TWENTY-NINE year old who has been in nightrest for HIS WHOLE LIFE and works as a/an HIGH SCHOOL TEACHER has a reputation of being YOUTHFUL, but also STUBBORN. they reside in ASHMORE & people in town usually associate them with WAFFLE MAKERS OF DIFFERENT DESIGNS, A PEN WITH HIS INITIALS ENGRAVED, UNFINISHED CUP OF NOW-COLD COFFEE. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

FULL NAME: montez aldo phillips NICKNAMES: monty, tez AGE: 29 / march 22nd, 1994 GENDER & PRONOUNS: cismale, he/him FACECLAIM: michael evans behling HEIGHT: 6’2” SEXUALITY: heterosexual OCCUPATION: high school teacher

tw: death, pregnancy, miscarriage, car accident, amnesia

montez phillips was born and raised in a wealthy but humble household, both his parents working in the field of education, father, matthew phillips, a basketball coach and a physical education teacher whilst his mother, kalina phillips, the deputy principal, both working at the wardwell academy, where the two have also met before, became close friends, eventually fell in love, got married and had montez and his siblings, malachi and melany. it was like a common love story, a picket white fence home, with the occasional problems, either of their kids getting into light troubles, of course, but that’s how it usually was. their family was tight, not just within their unit but also their relatives, especially ones who lived nearby. everything was perfect, if you ask a young montez, or monty, as his parents would like to call him. the phillips family was everything he could ask for, and was grateful for everything that he has with them.

though, like any other stories, montez’s life took a turn. one day he was pulled out of class by his mother himself, his father was rushed to the university medical center due to him suffering a heart attack while he was teaching one of his classes. he was dead on arrival.

and just like that, everything fell apart. his mother grew distant, and even when both him and his brother both went through their rebellious stages just to get her attention, it did not do much, only a lecture and a conversation with anyone that would get them out of any kind of trouble they’d make. the brothers then grew closer than ever, realizing at a young age that nothing they do would bring their mother back, the woman they loved and looked up to when their father was still alive, the light of her life isn’t there anymore.

though as he grew up, he had this girl who would instantly become one of his closest friends, somehow someone who made what he’s going through sufferable. lunara kaplan, she was someone he grew up with, and became comfortable talking about anything and everything. of course, he does have his brother, but in a way, it feels good to have another person in his life whom he didn’t have to be related to for him to lean on. she was one of the very few people who knew he wanted to follow his parents’ footsteps, that in an early age, he developed his love for teaching, and throughout the way, lu supported him, encouraged him throughout the years, in fact, she was one of the few people he talked about getting the job at this school his parents used to work at. and before he knew it, he was falling deeply in love with her. it took a while for montez to muster up the courage to tell her, scared that he was going to lose their friendship if he messed it up. yet everything felt so organic, everything falling into place from the moment he poured his heart out to the other to when they found out they were expecting a child.

montez was thrilled, that it was something he prepared himself so much for, not just because he was going to be a father, but also, he was about to take a huge step, share this part of his life with his best friend. it was something he couldn’t stop talking about, lu sometimes finding him reading a book about pregnancy in his down times. he wanted to be there with her every step of the way.

but, as usual, his life, then again, would take another turn. good things don’t last forever, he realizes. the day lu lost their baby was also the day he lost her, and before he knew it, lu vanished. however, montez clung on the little bit of hope left in his heart, searching for the woman, driving around the city to search for her, at least for a goodbye if that’s what she wanted to do, leave, he will respect that. except, the endless and exhausting search leads to another unfortunate thing to happen, as lunara kaplan left, so did a lot of their memories, too.

it has been a month since the accident, and montez is on the road towards recovery, being decided that he’s not yet fit to go back to teaching, though he’s trying to life his life as normally as he possibly could, still not a trace of any memory of his relationship with lu and it’s bitter end, or is it?

#nightrest:intro

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sunsrefuge · 1 year

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1, 3, 8, and 9 for whoever you think needs the love

okay, i didnt know who to pick so I tried letting Spotify pick for me! So I just put all my liked songs on shuffle and:

(I had TWO of his songs come up in a row, one being an AU song, AND by his voice claim, so I mean-)

1. Your character is now the leader of their species, whatever that looks like for them (Arcane Councilmember, Imperator, Royalty, etc). How do they govern and what sorts of changes would they make if any?

OH BOY... I did not think this through- Well. First of all, this means a literal 250+ year old Lich is on the Arcane Council... hm. His primary concern would be having defenses against Primordus and the Destroyers - his childhood got ruined when Primordus first woke up, so he's quite biased! He wouldn't be as against the Inquest as one might expect: he actually works with them on his own from time to time early in the game's story, although he very much agrees that their less ethical research techniques need to be kept quiet and under wraps. I could see him finding ways to be the frontmost Council member to interact with the Commander, so at least they wouldn't have to deal with Phlunt lmfao. He'd hate Phlunt so so much if he learned how he treats Taimi, Liifa would steal her out from under him SO FAST. his parental instincts would kick in akjshd

3. What person impacted them the most?

In a positive way: Eliana! She's the reason that he lets himself open up again, even if they have a very rocky start working together. She unintentionally teaches him that it's not bad to trust people, and she encourages him to be more in-touch with his emotions and how he actually feels about situations: something that he's been shoving down for countless years at this point!

In a negative way: His dad. :) Have you met Mr. Overseer Praxxis? He's a very charming man. Charming. At the least. ... I'm sure he was very nice to his kids. :) (I'm actually a little undecided on most negatively! It could just as easily be Ipos, Aysen, or Joko, too!)

8. How willing are they to bend/break the rules for their cause (be it selfless or otherwise)?

Very! He would break any rule without a second thought if it would help himself or a friend or organization that he's part of! Liifa would be the motherfucker who looks at a speed limit sign and straight up goes "Aw, that's a cute suggestion." Rules mean nothing to this man. He's already broken the rules of LIFE by becoming a lich and bringing people back from the dead a few times already. He's been involved in so many crimes, you have no idea.

9. What's an au for them you think could be fun to explore?

I have two big ones for him, but one I haven't explored as much is his AU as Endseer! (The other one is his AU as Puppet!)

For this AU, so far, he takes Ipos's initial deal in full instead of backing out of part of it. Endseer is more a combination of Ipos and Liifa rather than just being one or the other. He stays on the Harbinger of Toxin with Captain Bjiattu, and they're basically the biggest terror on the high seas for a really long time. I'm sure though, that eventually Endseer would get bored and decide to seek out something new << He's very fucked up because he's half lich / half demon, so he's uh! interestingly evil !! and very fun to think about animatics with tbqh

#c:Liifa #c:Endseer #thank you so much for the ask !! <3 #decides to be hella cryptic about Praxxis :)#tbf there are things between them that i still gotta put into words which is part of why im being cryptic BUT #someday.... hehe #my content #you know im LOST in an AU idea when the bitch has their own playlist aksjdhsu

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charlie-parkcr · 2 years

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✦ LOGAN LERMAN, CIS MALE, HE/HIM ✦ CHARLES PARKER the TWENTY-SIX year old has been in Hidehill for HIS ENTIRE LIFE and was a COUSIN to Jade Parker, the missing first murder victim. Whispers on the streets are that the HIDE HIGH HISTORY TEACHER who lives in HORWICK. He is said to be LOYAL and CRITICAL but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves. { BEA, 29, EST, SHE/HER. }

Hey everyone! I’m Bea and I’m super happy to bring Charlie here. I’m just throwing some basic stuff down below. Would love to update it with some connections and plots so feel free to like this post and I’ll awkwardly slide into your DMs or just send me a message to save us all the embarrasment! He’s open to almost every kind of plot right now!

B A S I C S

full name: charles benedict parker jr.

nicknames: charlie, chuck, cj

birthday: december 24, 1995

residence: horwick

zodiac sign: capricorn

gender: male

pronouns: he/his

romantic orientation: heterosexual

relationship: single

occupation: history teacher at hide high

B A C K G R O U N D

Charlie is the youngest of the two Parker siblings born to Charles and Jenna Parker. He has an older sister. He was born in Hidehill and has lived here all his life.

The family has always been well off. Both of his parents work in the top of their fields earning quite large paychecks. While Charlie has definitely benefited from his parents’ financial position, he has spent the last few years trying to become independently stable. Of course, this is easier when graduating college with no debt and Charlie never takes that for granted.

Growing up, Charlie was definitely the quiet one in the family. He would keep his head down, follow rules, and do what was expected of him. He was one of the best students in his class, always bringing home perfect scores and completing extra credit assignments.

Music has always been a big part of his life. He started playing the piano when he was five, the cello when he was in third grade, and then he picked up the guitar in sixth grade. He still plays all three today.

After graduating high school, Charlie left Hidehill to attend James Madison University in Virginia. There he double majored in education and social sciences for four years before staying one more year to get his master’s in history. He moved back to Hidehill after school and became certified to teach in Tennessee, become the history teacher at his old high school.

Charlie loves his job. He loves teaching and seeing improvement in his students. He is definitely one of those teachers to always go the extra mile on everything or uses their own money to make their classrooms better. He spares no expense when it comes to teaching.

Charlie is quiet when you first meet him. When he feels comfortable around you, he will not hesitate to be completely sarcastic and make fun of you. But it all always comes from a very loving place.

Charlie is a sarcastic, lovable teddy bear. He’ll give you a hard time and then a big hug, if you like hugs. He respects that not everyone likes hugging. He’s also the kind of person you can call to bail you out of jail at 3am or come pick you up if your car broke down somewhere.

If you’re his friend, you have a friend for life. Charlie is super loyal and would do anything for his friends. He really finds it hard to hate anyone. He’s also never really mean unless someone hurt or threatened those he cares about. So the man does not walk around with a list of enemies.

Family means the world to Charlie. With his family still living in Hidehill, family dinners happen weekly and it’s not uncommon to see him out in town with his mom or dad from time to time.

#hidehillintro #ignore this mess of an intro post!#can't wait to get started here!!

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signalwatch · 1 year

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Nintendo Watch: The Super Mario Bros. Movie (2023)

I officially entered a new phase of life on Saturday when I went to see The Super Mario Bros. Movie (2023) with a cohort of second graders in support of my nephew's birthday. I'm now an uncle who goes to movies he didn't select. It's a good thing.

I am not anti video games, but I can describe my relationship to gaming as "apathetic". The how's and why's of this phenomenon are uninteresting and best served in a dedicated blog post. But even when we got our first Nintendo Entertainment System, I didn't have any Mario-related games. I was spending my money on comics and tapes at the time. Aside from a brief flirtation with a Wii and Mario Kart, never got into it.

That said, I recognize that Mario is essentially Mickey Mouse to a couple of generations. I'm incredibly bad at predicting what will stick and what's a fad, and thought a plumber fighting turtles was just another thing that would come and go, like Ikari Warriors. I'm still stunned anyone cares about Pokemon in this year of our Lord, 2023. But the companies have gotten very good at punching the buttons that work well for children, year after year, as well as opening the gates for nostalgic teens and adults. I'm pretty sure we already had a gritty Power Rangers reboot.

Back in the 1990's, I was offered the opportunity to see the Super Mario Bros. movie starring the late, great Bob Hoskins and John Leguizamo. Despite the fact I'd go see *anything* during this window, I took a pass. All I remember is Steanso returning and saying "you dodged a bullet".

A cynic looking to parrot the cultural complaints about He-Man in the 1980's will look at the new movie and say that this film is a toy commercial for the games and products of Nintendo. That's only partially true. Look, this movie is not something I would have seen if not for participation in family activities, but I get that for a lot of people, this is the first time the world of Mario has been fully realized in modern, cinematic terms, and without a whiff of that old hobgoblin of film-adaptations, a reimagining. It's... Mario. And Luigi. And Princess Peach. It's a celebration of Mario and Nintendo, and that's okay.

It's 90 minutes-ish of telling a very Nintendo story about Mario doing all the shit he does in the games and defeating the bad-guy to save the not-in-that-much-need-of-saving Princess Peach.

You know what my favorite part was? There's no real learning or character growth. There's no long stretches where characters talk about who they are and what they care about and you hear kids shifting and talking to their parents. A scene or two happens, but only in dual-beat short scenes meant to pace the movie a tad. It doesn't drive the plot. Mario is not here to teach anyone life lessons, he's here to punch things and hop around. This is literally a video game movie, and while modern video games can do complex storytelling for adults, that's not really Mario's niche to explore the workings of the human heart and psyche anymore than it's GI Joe's niche to explore the military industrial complex. Kids don't give a shit about that, and neither do most young adults. They came to see him put on a cat suit and drive the fuck out of Rainbow Road.

Speaking of, the movie is full of in-jokes, references, etc... as you'd expect. YouTube will be littered with 20 Nintendo Easter-Eggs You Missed! videos for months to come.

Yeah, there's a bunch of big-name talent on the movie as voice actors, and they manage to dodge the goofy "It's a-me! Mario!" shit without being weird about Italians. You can look up who's in the movie, but I suspect you already know.

The movie is fine. I won't make the mistake my friends who have kids make that declare "my kid liked it, ergo, this is a good movie." That path leads to madness. Instead, I can see that the film is intended to appeal in a certain way, and nobody tried to outsmart what Mario is or does and how his world works, and it's fine. No weird re-do's on major characters or concepts thrown in that are anathema to actual fans. No one is talking down to the audience, they're showing the audience the game in the coolest, boldest way possible. If you like that stuff. I'm still like "whatevs", but I had a good time sharing Junior Mints with my niece. And my favorite part was probably the ape city and whatnot. Quality Donkey Konging.

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teacherintransition · 2 years

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Would You Do It All Over?

You left the career path, but it’s still in your heart…

If you could start again…would you?

First off, I am past wondering if I did the right thing. Retiring at fifty four was right …I was tired of putting off projects I desperately wanted to pursue. After thirty years in public education, it was time; I had achievements of which I was incredibly proud and I know I had an impact on many students. From a practical standpoint, if I had remained on the job, my wife wouldn’t have been able to pursue the fantastic opportunity to become a travel nurse. No new cities, no new friends, no new confidence…just stay at a workplace being under appreciated and under paid. Things will usually work out the way they should…just don’t roll the dice with karma.

This kind of introspection and “what if” is expected when in life transition, no worries …no panic. It happens because you gave your heart and soul to a calling. I am a public school teacher …full stop! I’m just doing something else now, but it is who I am in my soul. Yes, I do miss my students every day; whether they are eighteen or are fifty, but we move on to bigger and better things. BUT, the question sneaks into your psyche, in the quiet moments when you least expect it, when your guard is down; “would you ever go back?”

Where the shiznit did that come from? What kind of game you playing you deep seeded,subconscious? Well, there it is…the question. I’m not the only one who asked themselves this question; I have five to six colleagues who went back to teaching after retiring. They have their reasons and are theirs alone. Since retiring in August of 2020, I have received seven unsolicited offers to return to the classroom, all of which I turned down. The reasons are my own, but hell, I write about my state of mind every week so there are likely no surprises.

I often get, “well, I reckon them kids got too wild!” Nope, I was able to stay current with the kids and my rapport was always excellent. This question follows, “I guess they made the job too hard to do what with testing and paperwork?” Pretty damn close, but I endured it if I was making headway with a kid. “Was it Covid?” It was a determining factor. The state of Texas had over promised and under delivered and lives were at risk. The proudest collective achievement of my profession is how we pulled off the largest educational rescue in history by adapting instruction to finish the year; and within two months the public was turning its back on us. Nothing new here, except I had thirty years in…three years more than needed to retire. It was time for me and my family.

Still the questions, oye vay… but can you still do it …if needed. Damn straight I could, I was never too burnt out for the job, BUT (there’s that big BUT) some terrible things have happened in the ensuing two years: book bans, litigation liability if a student or parent is offended by instruction, the non issue of CRT, increased scrutiny on daily lessons to make certain the teacher is teaching the “right thing,” loosening the professional requirements to become a teacher to get more manageable, less professional “teachers.” I can remember at no point in my life or professional career where educators were being treated as badly as the current practice of regarding us as unreliable, underhanded non-professionals; and believe me …there’s quite a history of such treatment. This shameful change has occurred in less than two years and is overtly political in its nature. I have strived to avoid political discussions in my articles so as to make time spent reading my thoughts as helpful and introspective; and I will speak no further than I have on that topic.

This is a place to look inward and to adjust to this life change; part of which deals with the questions one asks of themselves…this is just one of many. Would I go back? With the current state of affairs…NO. I achieved too much and worked too hard to allow myself and profession to be so disrespected. Now, if you take a philosophical tone to that question and asked, “if you were twenty two and were you just certified would you become a teacher within the present environment,” then there would be much to consider. I’ve been in retail, assembly line manufacturing, road construction, cabinet making, roofing… those would be things I could do as a twenty two year in 2020. Worthy though they are of consideration….they but deny the undeniable truth. I AM A TEACHER. (…and start 90’s hard rock …NOW, as I turn to walk toward the sunrise.)

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lifviakaza · 2 years

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To Deserve Something

"Aku ga masalah di bayar berapa aja. Gapernah mikirin malah, serius."

A friend said that to me today and it reminded me of myself years ago when I was still pursuing my bachelor's. I just thought "It'd be cool if I could work there/here." Next thing I know was that I sent my CV and got an interview and passed the exam then I was in. I remember my first part time job was a teaching job to students' houses. I just followed my two best friends lol My first paycheck was 60.000 IDR hahah Then my second job I got because a friend of mine wanted to take an English course in a place and we were asking the boss/manager about the prices yet he ended up interviewing me in English and asked me Grammar questions which fortunately I could answer correctly (ofc, I was and I am still a grammar freak wkwk)

Then he eventually said this, "Nah, kamu ngapain les lagi? Udah pinter kamu. Jadi asisten saya mau ga? Kebetulan sy memang sdg nyari asisten. Saya gaji 500 ribu sebulan. Gimana?"

Mr. J, almarhum, a smart and casual guy, my first real boss, very adventurous and full of freedom. So yeah, my friend paid on the spot for her course, I got the job😆 I loved this job so so so very much. That was my first time being exposed to Bule, most of them are native speakers of English. My job description was mostly driving the Bules around, feeding them local food, well, talking and assisting them with teaching equipment they needed. I even cleaned the office, like literally sweeping, mopping, all of those. Again, it was fun.

And then at the same time, I was doing my teaching internship in a boarding school and again, I took over some of the "real" teachers classes because she was busy with some other things. Sometimes she asked me to check hundreds of students' tasks and input the grades etc and she'd pay me weekly even though I always said, "But this is my internship, it's not paid." And every time she'd answer, "You've done more than the PPL syllabus."

Next thing, I vaguely remember how it happened but obviously someone offered me a girl's dormitory supervisor job, "You can live here for free, we pay you almost 6 million every 3 months. And the job is simple, just watch the girls in dormitory. Wdys?"

Yeah, I bought a bike and moved to the school the following day. And starting that month, with my 5 part time jobs (manager's assistant at Mr. J's, translation project, private teaching, this dormitory supervisor job + I wrote 2 articles per day for a fresh website at that time) I earned 5-7 million per month and still asked my parents and sister for my monthly allowance, what a bish right? :) I know, I know, you can and must judge me cz seriously, ever since all that, I always think that money is my goal in life. Every day money, money, moneyyyy wkwk. I work so freaking hard to get it, I can spend it on whatever I want (mostly food, food, and food + a bunch of entertainment fees🙃).

That's why after graduating from uni, it was hard for me to find a job with minimum standard pay of 7 million, bcz now, yeah, it's all about money cz apparently your parents and neighbors expect you to be an adult. And an adult, he takes care of himself in all aspects of life including financial one. But nah, I was a fresh graduate who graduated from a C-accredited university in Sumatra, and I expected to be paid that much for this job: teaching. That didn't work out ofc! Wkkw This is Indonesia, most teachers are underpaid! Well, I could've worked in Jakarta, I was offered a bit more of 7 million at that time, but I hate Jakarta, no offence but big and crowded cities are just not places for me:)

Long story short, I worked in Russia as a CS and definitely was paid even triple of my expectation. When I came back to Indonesia and started to teach English again in a well-known English course, I got not even Monica's standard and the boss said, "that's the rate for Indonesian, in this city, it's considered super high already fyi"

2 years kinda well spent in Lombok, I came back to Russia, same city, same country and here, I'm paid equal to even higher that real native English speakers. Why? Here's what I've been observing: - I don't have any accents, and here, it's more than enough to be considered "international teacher". - I have the knowledge of course lol - But the most important thing is that, all of these 10+ years of teaching, managing, supervising etc, and obviously so so many learnings and making mistakes kinda events, I have been trained to be able to teach in the most fun and communicative way possible. That's why teachers with TEFL, TESOL certification, they are paid higher. Even really really high if you have passed CELTA exam. Well, I have TEFL, it was a piece of cake lol Planning to take CELTA but even to take the exam you've gotta pay seharga umroh paket GOLD😂 So yeah, I need to go umroh first lah. Aamiin😆

So I know, I know how hard it is to be a teacher in Indonesia. "Pahlawan tanpa tanda jasa", that's totally true! It doesn't matter how much we r paid, it won't be able to pay each and every effort we make to educate hundreds even thousands of students. Teachers are the second parents of every group of children, sometimes we are their only home. Coba deh ngajar di pedalaman atau low income districts, you will feel how it is to be a real teacher. You either truly do your best or do nothing at all, because it's difficult. Difficult to explain to the students how important it is for them to pay attention, how essential education is. It's hard to convince the parents not to let their children work and send them to school instead. It's challenging to teach them because most of them don't really know how to behave. It's not comfortable to sleep on the floor and not to be able to see cars every day and so on, many more. So yeah, hats off to these people who dedicate themselves to educate the less fortunate, they are true teachers, may God grant them what they deserve in this life and afterlife.

-Mong

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devilsgotmyback · 2 years

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16 july 2022 8.37 am

*Things to not to teach my future child*

#1 If you stop reacting, they'll stop bullying you.

#2 That sex, sexuality, drinking/drugs/partying, politics, money, spirituality are awkward things to discuss. I want my future kids to know facts and that if they are ever in trouble, I am a safe place for them. We don't have to talk about it if they don't want to, they'll be taught how to be safe, but they should also know that these subjects are a part of life and should not cause shame.

#3 "If a boy acts like a jerk, it means he likes you!"

No...just no...

First of all, he shouldn't be let off the hook for acting like a jerk. (Whether he's 5 or 105.) Secondly, it teaches girls that abuse is okay, or that they should expect to be treated like crap (and that it's okay for them to be treated like crap.)

#4 Lack of empathy. My parents grew up in a really really horrible situation and they made it out and did well for themselves. So now anytime anyone struggles they refuse to feel bad for them because they have gone through worse and did fine. I think people deserve empathy regardless.

#5 That parents never have to apologize to their kids.

I love my dad. He is a great dad and I know he loves me so much, but he has it in his head that even now, even when his youngest (me) is an adult, that he doesn't need to apologize if he does something wrong. It's baffling.

#6 Math and science aren’t gonna serve a girl well.

I would had killed to have someone reared me into STEM when I was younger.

#7 "Respect your elders" but in the sense that you should just keep quiet when you disagree with somebody older than you - turns out many people are awful regardless of their age. Don't get me wrong, my default is to respect any new person I meet, but when a person has repeatedly shown me that they don't are about my feelings or even basic logic, I won't hold back from speaking my mind calmly, even if they see this as disrespectful.

#8 Finish your plate. B*tch that is what all that Tupperware is for.

#9 That crying is shameful.

#10 That you need to hustle 100% of the time and be constantly busy with school/work, extra activities, side projects, cleaning etc. Spending time unwinding is a sign of laziness and boredeom and intelligent people are never bored. This really messed me up and I'm still learning the art of wasting time.

#11 “Bullies are cowards.”

No they aren’t. They’re evil scum who are naively capable of ruining your life for decades after. And they’re not afraid to do so.

#12 My mum made me believe that privacy was a privilege. Wasn't until I started studying childcare and learning in depth about the rights of the child that I learned it is a right and that my mum is full of bullsh*t

#13 Tell me the truth I won't be mad.

#14 That it’s rude to express any negative emotions.

#15 That you have to “suffer for love” (I’m a chick). Thanks mom, you set me up for a lifetime of trying to change narcissistic losers.

#16 My dad always said. "Children should be seen and not heard." I'm not a big fan of that one

#17 Well I was mostly raised by my grandparents. We lived in an all white community and my grandparents believed every terrible thing they had ever been told about black people. I spent my youth being fed those lies but everyone I knew was white and I couldn’t imagine it being true. When I got to college I met my first non white people and was able to verify that the things they believed just weren’t true.

And luckily both of them realized that before they passed away.

#18 ‘’Parents always know what’s best for their child’’

#19 They're not gay, they're just confused.

#20 Animals don't get cold, they're made for being outside.

#21 That their love has conditions, and if not followed they will drop you in your time of need. Right or wrong, I hope my children will never feel like they can’t talk to me or that I will judge them.

#22 Saying, 'Do as I say, not as I do.' A leader shouldn't ask his followers to do something he wouldn't.

#23 That sex is something to be ashamed of.

#24 That as long as we “have always been given everything we need we are loved”. The emotional abuse has ruined me

#25 The man of the house is always right.

#26 No, it's not racist to say that.

#27 Don't worry about the college loans! You're smart, you'll get a good job and pay that off in a few years.

#28 That i basically have to be a smaller version of them, believe exactly what they do and not think for myself and have my own opinion. If i have kids id let them be open minded and believe what they want

#29 That it is illegal to have the little ceiling light on in the car.

#30 To try to fit in as much as possible and to please others, at the expense of who you really are on the inside.

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