u know i’d say eivor’s a milf but they aren’t -

Can't be a Hannibal fan in polite company they're too fruity.

Anyways since Douxie is canonically half romani (according to my friend) and I hadn't found other info on his name on other sites I'll now headcanon him as slovak-romani thank you

The math does not adds up with him being born in the 11th century, growing up in britain and being half romani but thats okay we don't care about that now

Anyways headcanon is that his parents migrated to Britain when his mom was pregnant and he was born there, from there on its just the already canon stuff: *something* happend to his parents, and then Archie took him in

I'd imagine them as smthing like this :)

(Clothes aren't 100% accurate but I tryed)

                    ❝If your parents don’t support you or are dead, I’m your parent now.❞           They mean it-

Guys! GUYS! Chuuya playing with Atsushi's tiger pads! THIS IS THE CUTEST SHIT OMFG

HELP WHERE CAN I READ THE NEW BOOK (preferably online) BC I READ THAT SNEAK PEAK THE JATP ACCOUNT PUT ON THEIR STORY AND IT GOT ME AND IF JUST THAT PART GOT ME I NEED TO READ THE REST I NEED TO KNOW WHATEVER HAPPENS BC EVEN THOUGH WHEN EVERYTHING’S DOWN IMMA STAND TALL

Just a friendly reminder that something being queer doesn’t make it inherently sexual so stop acting like it. Gay people exist so might as well show it like how you show straight people cause if anything itll be better for your kids and for queer kids because growing up with little to no knowledge on their feelings is hard and scary.

Stop being homophobic and freaking out because you don’t approve of queer representation

I just realized most of TLH cast must be so damn touch-starved

just realized i will actually have to work this scbool year

*remembers my parents are visiting this weekend and they’re going to have to see the corner of my room that I’ve transformed into the Dana’s Yugioh Merch Collection Archive* hiiii omg hiii heyyyy <3

What do you do when you can't help somebody without screwing over yourself, but they have literally no place else to turn?

not  to  be  all  harry  potter  brainrot  after  i  havent  been  on  in  over  a  month  bc  i  said  i’d  wait  until  fs3  aired  so  i  could  make  my  verse  &  i  still  havent  seen  the  third  bc  im  waiting  to  watch  it  w  my  friend  but  ,,,,,  slyth.erin  thomasin  in  her  yule  ball  dress  robes  :)

AMA  NAHAR  ERÇEL 

has crash-landed into roswell !! they look twenty-six and celebrate their birthday on december 9th. they are from bakersfield, ca, resides in lunar crescent and are currently working as a travel nurse. one thing you should know about them is she secretly hoped for a hogwarts letter on her 11th birthday.  ———  she, they / gender questioning

tw    ——   absent parent(s),  mental illness,  drugs/drug use,  suicide ment,  death,  medication

bakersfield  is  nothing  to  write  home  about,  but  of  course,  when  it’s  home  ..  what  is  there  to  do?  true  to  form,  ama  fell  in  love  with  it ;  over  a  hearty  fourteen  years,  albeit,  but  regardless.

it  started  with  two  parents  who  were  both  much  younger  than  they  ought  to’ve  been  for  marriage  and  parenthood.  tale  as  old  as  time,  anyway  -  arguments  followed  by  bitterness  followed  by  changed  locks  and  divorce  papers.  then  it  was  just  ama  and  mama,  mostly.

and  mama  loved  hard.  as  hard  as  she  laughed  and  threw  caution  to  the  wind  and  fell  headfirst  into  mistake  after  mistake,  but  wearing  ama  like  a  charm  around  her  wrist  and  always,  always  coming  home  to  her.

their  relationship  was  imperfect  but  solid,  and  there  was  rarely  a  dull  moment  when  they  were  side  by  side.  but  that  was  rarely  the  case,  as  mama  worked  at  least two  jobs  to  keep  them  afloat  until,  when  ama  was  eleven,  she  had  finally  gone  through  two  years  of  school  &  fulfilled  her  dream  of  being  a  nurse.  ama  was  thrilled,  but  the  success  soon  lost  it’s  shine.  mama  was  home  less  and  less,  and  all  the  two  a.m.  waffles  and  hot  cocoa  couldn’t  make  up  for  all  of  the  hours  ama  spent  in  an  empty  house,  struggling  through  homework  and  sitting  by  the  oven  as  a  frozen  pizza  slowly  baked  through.

so  she  found  comfort  in  friends  and  their  own  brand  of  mistakes,  unbeknownst  to  mama  ( who  was  truly  doing  her  best  and  struggling through  her  own  unresolved  emotional  trauma ).  but  truthfully,  it  was  all  very  blasé  -  the  drugs  were  cheap  and  often  counterfeit,  they  mostly  stuck  to  wine  coolers  and  beer,  and  the  occasional  stolen  things  were  hardly  ever  worth  even  five  dollars.

it  was  all  average,  especially  considering  the  kind  of  trouble  kids  can  get  into  when  they  grow  up  in  bakersfield.  and  for  the  most  part,  it  was  one  friend  who  kept  ama  grounded  -  someone  softer  than  she,  someone  more  generous,  and  a  far  better  influence  on  her  morality  and  chastity.  *wc !!

    START TW: SUICIDE MENT.

and  before  she  knew  it,  ama  was  fifteen  and  her  mom  was  found  dead  in  the  bathroom  they  shared.  found  by  ama,  i  should  say,  and  you  know  how  that  kind  of  thing  sticks  to  the  inside  of  a  little  girl’s  brain.  because  she  was  a  little  girl,  wasn’t  she?  wild  and  creative  and  round  at  the  cheeks  and,  now,  motherless.  and  so  she  stopped  being  a  little  girl  just  like  that.

    END TW: SUICIDE MENT.

she  moved.  had  to  move,  anyway,  being  young  as  she  was  ( physically,  that  is ).  her  aunt  took  her  in,  and  bakersfield  fell  into  the  rearview  as  roswell,  new  mexico  blew  into  view.  god,  it’s  fucking  dusty  here.

so  ama  learned  to  drive  in  an  old  blue  ford  pick-up  and  found  a  boyfriend  who  wore  cowboy  boots  and  smiled  all  crooked  and  god,  he  should  have  been  the  one.  she  should  have  ended  it  there.  full  stop.  but  like  most  things  these  days,  she  lost  track  of  him  in  the  mess  of  herself.  *wc  !!

college  comes  way  too  soon,  and  so  she  flounders  through  a  year  of  more  alcohol  than  water  and  certainly  skipping  more  than  a  few  days  of  her  peachy  little  lithium  tabs.  and  as  much  fun  as  the  photographs  of  that  time  beg  you  to  believe,  she  was  suffering  more  than  anything.

whether  it  was  a  grasp  at  holding  her  mama  on  earth  a  little  longer  or  something  more  like  proving  herself,  ama  found  herself  in  a  two-year  nursing  program.  she  fumbled  for  something  resembling  mental  health;  tried  to  remember  her  meds,  tried  to  become  a  morning  person,  tried  to  get  back  into  running  or  crocheting  or  god  forbid  a  healthy  friendship  or  two.

and  so  the  years  go,  cycling  through  good  health  and  bitter  illness,  but  always  attempting  selflessness  and  satirizing  her  weighty imperfections.  and  roswell  never  really  becomes  home,  but  it’ll  never  be  bakersfield,  will  it?  and  that’s  just  the  thing  about  ama  -  she  loves  hard.   as  hard  as  she  laughs  and  throws  caution  to  the  wind  and  falls  headfirst  into  mistake  after  mistake,  but  always  with  her  mama  close  to  her  chest,  kept  safe  in  tarnished  silver.

I really wish Star Trek would stop having its characters forgive their crappy parents because they suddenly ‘see’ that their parents were actually ‘justified’

The art and (mine)craft of war [gen]

read it on ao3

@/bluesandbirds - ao3 - 4,271 words - 1/1 chapter(s)

Techno & Tommy

Tommy is a gremlin. An absolute, evil gremlin child and sometimes it's a curse to be related to him. But who is this Dream guy, and why is Tommy suddenly talking about him all the time? Alternatively: Techno, nobody is trying to steal your little brother, that would be kidnapping, please calm down.

[ADDITIONAL INFORMATION]: sbi family

Imagine~

Paul and John sitting in their front room with their 3 children all surrounding the table laying in the middle of the room.

Music from the record player is softly playing Christmas songs hits as the cozy farm house is filled with laughter and chuckles from the five, the room lit warmly with candles and lamps.

Paul and John were making Christmas decorations with their children, with Paul teaching them how to make paper snowflakes and John teaching how to make origami Christmas trees.

It was Paul and johns favourite thing to do, allowing their children to expand their creative abilities.

John later made everyone some steamy hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows (taking the marshmallows off for their youngest child) for a quick brake and continued with their craft.

Later that night, the house were full of paper decorations made by the entire Lennon-McCartney family and the two parents couldn’t be more proud.

GOING TO THE SWORD STORE