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