i may or may not be in love with her

@donaldtheduckdad and @robinine-blog 

Was talking to @peeka-boo-blogs and might’ve taken a left turn somewhere.

Imprinting. Blended families. 

April, May, and June do not remember their immediate family as a ‘family.’ Donna left when they were too small to remember her, but their father and Aunt Daisy were around. Their father died when they were about six years old, and sole custody went to Daisy.

Holding on to the dog-man since Donna was engaged to a dog man in the comics. He was a dog man, and like any young duckling, they imprinted on their father and Aunt Daisy.

Losing a parent during the imprinting phase is extremely traumatic for any child. Losing a parent is traumatic anyways, and losing them in this stage intensifies their grief, especially when they’re at an age to understand the consequences of death. 

When Donald and Daisy start dating, I can only imagine one of the girls put on a mental block on Donald. She doesn’t mean to. She doesn’t want to. It is a coping mechanism although she is still very polite and respectful to Donald, and she appears to be fine with him around. But it’s only when they’re in a group. Her sisters are around, and she’s fine.

When they’re alone, she isn’t going to talk to him unless spoken to. She isn’t going to engage with him unless he engages with him first. She doesn’t call him Uncle Donald, something the girls end up doing after an extended period of time. He is always, always Mr. Duck.

Daisy anticipated this. She discussed this with Donald when they started to get serious. Donald understands parts of it. The boys imprinted on him when they were infants, and losing Della at that age, while extremely difficult for them (putting it lightly), was something he managed due to their age. 

She knows he isn’t trying to replace her dad no more than Daisy is trying to replace Della. She understands that, but she can’t bring herself to give him 100%. It hurts because he tries so hard, and is a great uncle dad. When she’s fifteen, she calls him Donald, and they all look at her like she’s grown a second head. Donald and Daisy try really hard to not cry because it’s a step neither of them expected. 

MBTI: Fight Club Quotes

INFP:  “If you don’t claim your humanity you will become a statistic”

INFJ:  “The lower you fall, the higher you’ll fly.”

INTJ:  “We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are”

INTP:  “Losing all hope was freedom.”

ENTP: “I don’t want to die without any scars”

ENTJ: “May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect.”

ENFP:  “Marla’s philosophy of life, she told me, is that she can die at any moment. The tragedy of her life is that she doesn’t.”

ENFJ:  “ You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.”

ISFJ:  “ You are not your job, you’re not how much money you have in the bank.”

ISTJ:  “ You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.”

ISTP:  “Maybe self-improvement isn’t the answer, maybe self-destruction is the answer.”

ISFP:  “ You had a near-life experience”

ESFP: “it’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything”

ESFJ: “I am Jack’s inflamed sense of rejection.”

ESTP:  “Maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.”

ESTJ: “The things you used to own, now they own you.”

anonymous asked:

Mods!! How are your situations with crushes going? Just curious, cause yall are cute when you talk about them ^-^

I made slight progress- we moved up to slightly flirtatious emojis! I’m getting there slowly I think but even if it doesn’t go anywhere I’m happy with our friendship 💕

anonymous asked:

Since there’s shirtless Python I assume there’s gonna be shirtless red and green boyo’s too? 👀

Ahh, well you see… I was writing for Python that day, and Sarah would be soon after. But it was sort of a joke that we would need Python to take his shirt off in this scene (one of my favorite, yet I won’t spoil). So when May woke up that afternoon (for me,) I asked her to give me a shirtless Python. She couldn’t argue with my logic, because I had already written him into the story. So, now we have shirtless Python. However, after him May made a stern “no more naked men in the otome” rule that we all abide too. Not even Nakita could convince her to make shirtless Lukas, and we all know how much she loves him.

So sadly, no, we only have our dear shirtless Python. Guess that’s just more incentive to play his route first, right?

syntheticpaladin  asked:

Cait was fourteen when she met the RuffGurls. A bunch of goons making trouble in the slums outside of Diamond City. Raiders was a strong word, especially when they'd go around, cracking the heads of neighborhood threats. They didn't take kindly to slavers, and they were happy to show Cait exactly how to kick ass. Eventually, she went from the runt to the gang's prize fighter. The recovery remains, but not through coercion, so much as an earnest request from her family. (one more ask coming.)

(…) When Sole takes Cait out to the vault at the corner of the waste, Cait may or may not feel romantically toward them, but Sole is deffo made part of the Ruff Gurls. Including a new tattoo on the hand, a flexing vault girl. Oh, also, additional quest, a non-lethal boxing tournament out of the… combat… zone? It’s 7am I forget the name.


Funny little double standard I noticed (this is not a Henry hate post).

All through season 5 Emma was torn apart for “prioritising Hook over her parents”, even though that was not the case. She was repeatedly accused of loving her boyfriend more than her parents.

And now, Henry has decided to stay in another realm to try to get with a girl he has known for a few hours, who may or may not be into him, rather than go back to Storybrooke with Emma. I have not seen posts hating Henry for neglecting his family or for choosing Cinderella over Emma. I am not saying Henry is terrible because its his life and power to him, go find your girl, but why have the people who accused Emma of neglecting her family not accused Henry of the same thing?

Its almost like there is something different about Emma and Henry that would make Henry get more favourable treatment.

Huey is the big brother. He checks up on his brother’s emotional and physical health. He is the one who follows the rules. He is the one who is up early in the morning getting ready for school and makes sure they’re getting ready for school too.

Huey is the responsible brother.

He needs to be comforted too sometimes. The show seems to provie a lot of angles in character interaction. HDL are not always going to get into adventures as a group. It may be HD or HL or LH. It may be Webby and one of the boys plus Lena, or Webby on her own adventure. 

I am not going to lie. I am waiting for my Webby and Donald and Scrooge life changing field trip. Let this girl call them Uncle Donald and Uncle Scrooge. Give it to me.

I love how it was Dewey comforting Huey after watching him the few episodes taking care of his brothers either by stopping their sibling fights or hugging Louie after getting ambushed by Lena. 

Cute how they take care of each other. 


thank you for bringing amazing friends into my life like @fearlesssince09, @ikywtredd (Emily) and @w1ne-stained-dress (This Emily you may remember from WHEN YOU MET HER AT THE NASHVILLE HALL OF FAME)!!! I may not have met them in person yet but we plan to meet up at the Chicago show and it will be EPIC. 

These past couple years since you released 1989, I have truly found out who my true friends are and I really had no idea that the people that I consider to be my BEST FRIENDS would be people that I have met on Twitter. We tell each other everything and I trust them with my life and I love them so much. 

You have now met TWO of these amazing women and I hope me and @ikywtredd can meet you soon too because then it would just be really amazing for all of us.We are all so supportive of each other and we were so excited when we found out Briana met you last night WE MAY HAVE DIED.



Another reason to stop ‘cringe culture’

I’m a teacher. Today I was covering for a grade 9 science class. Decent kids, if a bit rowdy, and didn’t want to do their work. Wtv, it was textbook work. Not the point.

1 girl (reminder that these kids are, like, 14/15) was doodling bust portraits (head & shoulders) in an art book. I had a squiz and asked her if they were her characters. She said they were and excitedly told me she had so many characters for this one story of hers. I laughed about how I wished I could draw mine, and moved on.

Later in the class, I hear her enthusiastically telling her friend all about her main OC - a gay kitsune prince with a tragic past. It was so, pure, classic Deviant Art: my first OC. And you know what? I loved it. I was just sitting there half overhearing, smiling to myself and glad that her friend was engaging and interested in her story and characters.

This is a girl who will become a creator. She will draw and write and imagine, get better and better. She’ll probably move past this stage and start making more nuanced characters (she was already lamenting she didn’t have enough girl OCs). But this is where she started. This is where so many of us started. I had a tiger catgirl, goth witch/sorceress OC in high school. I found my original design for her recently. Look what I create now.

Let kids be kids. Let them explore and invent and go wild and be cliche and make overpowered OCs. Let them have their anthropomorphic animal OCs. Let them try everything before they settle into maturity.

For fucks sake; let them have fun.

…I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

—  Pablo Neruda, excerpt from The Saddest Poem

Did she lose anyone in there? Herself. May used to be different. She was always quiet, she was just… she was warm. Fearless in a different way. Getting in trouble, pulling pranks, thought rules were meant to be broken. Sound familiar? But when she walked out of that building, it was like that part of her was gone. I tried to comfort her, but she wouldn’t tell me what went down in there.


i love these two so much

please dont be mean to my gremlin daughter she does not deserve this hate