independent adult

people say “if you don’t lower your standards, you’re gonna end up spending your whole life alone!” like being a healthy, happy, financially independent single adult is actually worse than being stuck in an abusive and/or emotionally unfulfilling relationship with someone who isn’t willing/able to meet your needs. like no offense, but I think I’m gonna choose to be happy rather than throwing myself into a relationship just for the sake of being in a relationship. 

okay, so I’ve seen multiple posts just today that were basically like “haha who ever said adulthood was having your life together and everything figured out, I’m 28 and real life is drowning me as much as it ever was”

and like…the answer to that is…adults. adults said that. generation after generation, the narrative from adults to young people has been, “you are a dumb kid who doesn’t know the world or yourself but I am a Grownup with Life Experience™, and that’s why you’re supposed to do what I tell you, that’s why I don’t need to listen to your thoughts and feelings, that’s why society imagines me as a full human being and you as something that’s going to grow into a full human being.”

there’s a great book all about this that I’ve had a lot of my students read - Childhood and Society, by a sociologist named Nick Lee. Lee argues that the child/adult binary is a socially constructed one, based, like any other such binary, on an imagined idea of clearly oppositional characteristics. specifically, he says that children are imagined as incomplete, unstable (as in their lives and experiences are constantly changing, not as in mentally unstable), and dependent, and adults as complete, stable, and independent. those characteristics don’t match up to reality if you think about them too hard for even a moment - no one is truly independent, adults’ lives aren’t stable, what does judging a human being’s “completeness” even mean - but it doesn’t matter, because our culture is so obsessed with believing in them.

and adults being forced to pretend they’re complete and independent and living stable lives is one of the toxic ways all this plays on people of all ages.

I really hope that seeing my generation talk like this - just flat-out admit that we don’t know what the hell we’re doing any better than we did ten years ago - means we have the potential to break this cycle. but honestly, entering my 30s and having seen so many people my age turn into those adults who act like they have life so well figured out compared to those dumb kids, it doesn’t seem likely. we might be a little better than we could’ve been, but too many of us are going down that tired old road of transitioning from talking about how much smarter we are than our parents to talking about how much smarter we are than our kids, just like every generation does when it hits this age.

I guess what I’m saying is, please, young 20-somethings of today, be better ten years from now than we are.

Android Companion AU

Lucis is an advanced civilization, the crown city of Insomnia is self sustaining and generally safe, but the limited land with which to build on can barely fit the growing population. You are an independent adult who had landed a dream job in the heart of the city, your parents bid you farewell from their farmhouse just east of Lestallum, and now you are living alone in a very crowded, claustrophobic, and constantly noisy business district.

One day, you find an offer of comfort in your solitary life:

Model: NOCT-1.5 (limited number of units produced):

  • This model is the cutting-edge technology of all companions available in the market, the be-all end-all royalty of the trade. it is never advertised because very few people can afford it, but you’re a tech nerd and you’ve heard of the legends
  • It’s usually ridiculously expensive and waaaay out of your range, for some reason, this one is on sharp discount in your local computer shop
  • the clerk tells you it’s on a discount because it has been taken out of the box by a previous owner and returned, but is in top shape otherwise
  • it’s a small investment even after the price cut and you’re seriously trying to talk yourself out of it, but the more you look at the android behind the sheer plastic, the more you are entranced by the sharp features and slim design.
  • a part of you hungers to see what the eyes look like once turned on, and what kinds of apps and functions you can install on such a rare product
  • you take it home, and the moment you plug it- him in, bright piercing eyes glow red for three seconds, and then mellow out to a soft crystal blue

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Legit’s Character Development Worksheet

There are lots of character development worksheets out there, but in my opinion nothing that really examines a character’s growth and development, which is what I’m aiming to do with mine. You can use this to better understand your character, spot “holes” in their development, or to build a character from scratch! 



  1. What is this character’s lineage? 
  2. Are there any genetic factors that may affect them? (Mental illness/disabilities that run in the family, magical lineage, etc.?)
  3. What is/was their parents’ social class? 
  4. What are their parents/caregivers like prior to their being born?
  5. If not raised by their parents, then by whom? Are their caretakers of a different social class than the character? How are they treated as a result?
  6. In the case of non-human characters, what is the status of their “kind” prior to their birth/construction/etc.? (E.g., are they the first generation of a new AI? Are they the first generation of vampires to live in the light?) 
  7. Are there changing social values between prior generations and their own that may affect them?


Circumstances at Birth

  1. What is their parental status at birth? (Single mother, both parents, etc.)
  2. What social class is your character born into?
  3. What is expected of your character based on the social class that they are born into? By their parents/caregivers? By the society they live in?
  4. How are they advantaged/disadvantaged at birth? Disability? Poverty? Etc.
  5. Are there any circumstances surrounding their birth that may affect their early childhood? (For example, they were unwanted by their parents/caregivers, they were the long-awaited heir to a kingdom, or they were born (assigned as) a girl when the parents were hoping for a boy?)



  1. If they lose a parent/are orphaned/adopted/parents divorce, etc., at what age does this happen? a.) How does the age at which this happened affect them? Do they remember this change? Are they affected by the change?
  2. Does their social status/class change at any point during childhood? Why?
  3. What is their relationship with their parents/caregivers like? How do these interactions affect them in later life? (For example, a perfectionist character may have only received approval from their parents for big achievements.)
  4. Do they have siblings or other close relationships with family members of a similar age? (Do bear in mind that early relationships with siblings can play a strong role in the way that people approach friendships in later years.)
  5. If they have siblings, what is their birth order, and how does this affect them?
  6. What are some of the most impactful moments from their childhood? How do these moments affect them? What do they learn from these experiences? (E.g., “authority figures aren’t to be trusted).
  7. Was their childhood a happy one? If not, how do they see their childhood as an adult? Does this make them angry, do they try to ignore it, or have they moved on?
  8. What are their typical social interactions like as children? Do they have a lot of friends, are they shy, etc.?
  9. Do they exhibit expected behaviors or have difficulty conforming? (Conforming to gender roles or not, for example.)
  10. What are their primary interests as a child?



  1. Is there a turning point that moves your characters from childhood and into a more “mature” perspective? (For example, the death of a loved one.) 
  2. Does their social status/class change at any point during adolescence? Why?
  3. How does their relationship with their parents develop from childhood to adolescence?
  4. Do any major changes occur in their life during adolescence? How do these changes affect them?
  5. In the case of MOGAI characters, at what point does your character realize they are “different” than the expected social norm? What are the circumstances surrounding that?
  6. What is your character’s attitude toward sex and sexuality? How does their interaction with their parents/caregivers affect them?
  7. How much independence is your character granted as an adolescent?
  8. Does your character have more/less responsibility than the typical adolescent? In what ways? (For example, having to take care of a younger sibling.
  9. How does their social life change (or not change) from childhood to adolescence?
  10. How are they prepared for adulthood as an adolescent?
  11. When in their society are they expected to become an “adult”?
  12. How do their interests evolve from childhood to adolescence?
  13. Is there a defining moment that transitions them from adolescence into adulthood? (Joining the military, moving out, etc.) 



  1. What is their primary attitude towards life based on their experiences in childhood and adolescence?
  2. What kinds of events would be necessary to change these attitudes? 
  3. Does their social status/class change as they reach adulthood, or at any point after? Why?
  4. Are they generally independent as an adult? Why/why not?
  5. Do they retain their relationship with their family on reaching adulthood?
  6. Do they retain their social group from adolescence?
  7. How/where do they meet new friends/love interests?
  8. What is their attitude toward romance/love/family? What are their main goals regarding this as they enter adulthood?
  9. What is their main goal as an adult? (A high-paying career, romance, family, to have fun, to survive, etc.) 
  10. How do their goals change over time? As they meet old goals and set new ones?
  11. How do their interests mature from adolescence to adulthood? (For example, an interest in writing as a teen may lead them to a career in publishing.)


Older Age

  1. Do they accomplish their goals as set out in earlier adulthood? How do they feel if these goals are not met?
  2. As they approach older age, what is their social class?
  3. Do they build a family in their adulthood? What is this family like?
  4. If they become a parent, how is their relationship with their children affected by the relationship they had with their own parents?
  5. What do they want to “leave behind” in the world?
  6. Do they become a mentor/teacher to others?
  7. As they grow older, how do they feel about the concepts of aging? Weakening? Death?

Think outside the box as you answer these. Remember that if you bend and stretch them enough, these questions can fit into virtually any world. 

Your mental, emotional & psychological health come first. Its hard to do anything if your mind is ill. Take care of yourself.
—  Daily Thoughts~PhoenixRysin

So I am sitting at my local Panera, munching on my free b-day snack and watching tv and I suddenly stopped when I started over-hearing what the employees are doing. I’m going to make a list. So far:

1. They randomly started screaming the opening song from The Lion King.

2. Some very deep discussion about Pluto. At this point, I don’t know if they meant the planet or Mickey’s dog, but I heard “he” so I’m assuming the latter.

3. One guy walked behind me going “I am an Independent Adult Human Being.”

4. Another guy back in the kitchen could be heard singing “iieeeeeyayayayayayah!”

When is this charade going to end? At what cost? Our country is truly lost if we can’t even protect those that are most vulnerable and need help the most.

via The Washington Post

At a news conference Thursday, Mick Mulvaney, President Trump’s budget chief, defended proposed cuts to the Meals on Wheels program, which provides food aid to needy senior citizens, by saying the program is one of many that is “just not showing any results.”

Meals on Wheels is a nonprofit group that receives funding from the federal government, state and local governments and private donors. “We serve more than 2.4 million seniors from 60 to 100+ years old each year,” the organization writes. “They are primarily older than 60 and because of physical limitations or financial reasons, have difficulty shopping for or preparing meals for themselves.”

If that doesn’t clear the bar for “results,” as Mulvaney put it, there’s also been a fair amount of peer-reviewed research on the efficacy of the program.

A 2013 review of studies, for instance, found that home-delivered meal programs for seniors “significantly improve diet quality, increase nutrient intakes, and reduce food insecurity and nutritional risk among participants. Other beneficial outcomes include increased socialization opportunities, improvement in dietary adherence, and higher quality of life.”

Not only that, the programs offer good bang-for-your-buck: “These programs are also aligned with the federal cost-containment policy to rebalance long-term care away from nursing homes to home- and community-based services by helping older adults maintain independence and remain in their homes and communities as their health and functioning decline.”

In other words, the programs help seniors stay at home and out of costly nursing facilities. If you’re interested in keeping a lid on health-care costs, the importance of this finding can’t be overstated.

“The average cost of a one-month nursing home stay is equivalent to providing home-delivered meals five days a week for approximately seven years,” one of the studies in the analysis found. How’s that for “results”?



It’s 2018. After four years of waiting you finally got the new Dragon Age 4. Full of excitement you install it, spend an hour making your perfect, new protagonist and import your one true world state (OTWS).

The import was successful and you can’t wait for the loadingscreen to be gone so you can start playing.

Suddenly the following message appears: “According to your imported world state your warden is still alive. Is this correct?”

Your hands start shaking. Your breathing gets heavy.

Your Warden. The last thing you remember about your Warden is that horrible DA:O-2009-graphic. But now… it’s suddenly mentioned. You can’t believe it. Your beloved Warden is going to-

You pause and stare empty into the air. Could it be? Could Bioware, after nine years and two games finally bring back your beloved baby?

Your excitement suddenly gets unbearable and you press “correct”. The next message appears: “Please create your Hero of Ferelden.”

Suddenly a new character-menu opens.

Your eyes get teary while you define your wardens race and start creating them in this beautiful DA4-graphic. It’s really happening!

The joy… All the joy you feel! No more waiting and hoping for a brief mention of the Warden! No more pressure, the uncertainty is gone! They will be here, in this game! Finally!
You spend ages creating the Hero of Ferelden. Everything has to be perfect. It’s so breathtaking to see the Warden in this beautiful graphic.

You start crying of joy and need at least three packs of tissues and one Ben and Jerrys ice cream to make through this life-changing experience without passing away.

But now you’re done. It’s perfect. Your tears dry and your broad grin slowly fades.

It’s alright. You can do this. You’re a strong, independent person, an adult! It all will be fine.

And then the game starts.

The graphic and storyline is great, you really love your new protagonist and the companions but you can’t get the warden out of your subconsciousness.

But the game really gets you. You love it. The story is good and slowly you forget about the Warden, at least periodically.

But you’re playing it for days now! Still no Hero of Ferelden! But you want to be patient. Your Wardens moment to shine will come. It HAS to. You know it.

Days become weeks. Still no sight of the Hero of Ferelden.

You get anticipated. Did you forgot something? Maybe you should have done a sidequest to gain access to your Warden.

Slowly you know the game ends. It can’t take long anymore.


And then, one day… you just finish the game. All that’s left now are cutscenes.

You can’t believe it… your Warden… your beloved Hero of Ferelden… You missed it. You must have done something wrong. Your disappointment is indescribable.

You watch the last cutscenes with tears in your eyes. The game was so awesome but… Ouch. It still hurts.

The last cutscene starts. You see grass. The camera is slightly above it, in cat-perspective. Suddenly a big, brown paw stomps the grass down and you hear a bark. The subtitle says “Happy bark”.

Your heart almost stops.
No… Could it be?! IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE?!

Laughter follows and the camera slowly rises. You can see the brown Mabaris’ legs, his neck and then you see his face. The once darker fur there is now grey, almost white and as he barks again you can see that he already is missing some teeth. The big, brown eyes show a slight, grey shimmer. His eyesight also isn’t the best anymore. He just got old. A hand is petting his ears and he puts his head back with pleasure. The laughter is still there.

The camera zooms out and you can now see the person the hand belongs to.

It’s happening. There it is.

IT’S HAPPENING! Your beloved Warden is there anD YOU CAN FINALLY SEE IT!

All your hopes and dreams finally came true! Finally your Warden will be part of the game again!  You can’t wait for your protagonist and the Hero of Ferelden to meet and spend the rest of the game together. After all the game has to last at least a little longer, now that your Warden is here.

You cry of joy and your sweaty hands shake.

BTW, did you romance Zevran? Well, he’s there too, right next to your Warden and the Mabari, smirking at them and looking ridiculously handsome. Your shipperheart just explodes. They’re still together and in love! You knew it. You knew it all the time!

The Warden turns around and looks at something in their hand. A small glasbottle…
“Well… looks like I finally succeeded…”, the Warden says smiling.

You pause. Wait… is this… could this be the cure for the blight? DID THE WARDEN REALLY FOUND IT?!

“Well… Come on honey!”, the Warden says grinning and encouragingly pats on their thighs. The Mabari barks happily and follows. The last thing you see is your Warden with a small, tired but satisfied smile, looking into the distance.

The music reaches its climax and the screen becomes black.

And then, through your tears of incredible joy you see….

The Credits roll in.

And now… just imagine the extreme change of feelings you experienced. From endless happiness to all-destroying agony in 0,5 seconds.

Imagine the mixture of disappointment and unbearable agony and hate you feel for Bioware for doing this..

Just imagine the whole DA-team sitting in their office and laughing wickedly over their trolling. The trolling of millions of fans.

Imaging all the raging fangirls, making Tumblr explode.

Just… Imagine. *Jon Lennons ‘Imagine’ starts playing in the background*

9 Tips for living alone

For a year now I’ve been living away from home for college. This has meant a ton of new things and challenges etc. and I thought I’d make a list of helpful tips for when you move out on your own I guess?

1: Make lists
Groceries, homework, chores, everything really. It will help you keep organized. It’ll keep you from getting stressed about having lots of things going on or having to keep track of what you need to buy.
2: Do. Your. Dishes.
Going somewhere over the weekend? Do the dishes before you leave. Even if you think there’s not much gunk on them. I cannot tell you how many times I forgot/didn’t have time to do the dishes before I left for the weekend, and came back to a smelly apartment and gross dishes…
3: Get contacts and telephone numbers
You might get sick enough to not be able to buy groceries, you might be stuck somewhere in town without a way to get home, something in your apartment might be malfunctioning etc. Make a list of important telephone numbers and have it somewhere in your house where you can see it. Try to make contacts in town, not necessarily friends, but just people you are acquainted with enough to call when you really need help or advice.
4: Keep your apartment/room tidy and organized
You think you won’t get visitors? Wrong. You can and you will. Even if you’re home sick or just simply can’t clean for some reason, try to keep it at least a little bit cleaned up. From own experience I can tell you that it’s not nice having guests when your socks are on the dining table…
Talk to your neighbours
It’s 100% nicer to live somewhere when you know who lives around you. Go knock on some doors and introduce yourself. If you’re like me and stay up late a lot, a good idea is to tell people that. I was very worried that if I was in Skype calls at night, I’d disturb my closest neighbour. But I sorted that out by simply asking if they’d been disturbed by any noise and that they could tell me if I had been too loud so I could just y’know, not do that. Be friendly and helpful, they will most likely treat you the same. I can guarantee you that no one wants to be your enemy unless you give them a reason to dislike you. If you have disputes, sort them out. Talk to them and work out a solution. Everyone just wants to live in peace and be comfortable in their homes.
6: Keep updated with your town
Keep updated with the news and current events, be on the lookout for things that interest you. Participating in an event of some sort is a great way to get out and see things and explore your town. It’s also really good for meeting new, possibly like-minded people. Check your town’s site (or local paper) if it has one, is there any upcoming events or special things going on? Is there something you would want to help arrange or participate in? Engage yourself! It’s sure to give you new experiences and contacts. Even if you’re like me and socially awkward, doing things on your own will help build confidence and you’ll have tons of fun while doing it!
7: Get a backpack
If your grocery store is further away than a 15 minute walk, you better get a backpack. It will help you carry things home and not having several heavy plastic bags that might break at any time. It will also conveniently give you free hands if you have a bike. It’s great for college too!
8: Don’t be afraid of independence
Go shopping, go to cafés, go to the cinema, read a book in the park. Break the notion that it’s tragic to see someone do ‘typically social’ things by themselves. It takes a lot of courage, but trust me, it’s worth it. Don’t let being on your own stop you from doing things.
9: Teach yourself things
It can be everything from boiling rice to fixing a broken chair. Look up some tutorials, I guarantee you will have use for your newly aquired skills, regardless of how small they are. You’ll also feel very proud once you’ve figured out how to do said thing. People will also most likely take you more seriously as an independent adult if you are able to handle things by yourself.

@worldwarvibes (can’t tag you)

1. So the methods they are using are abuse and have been proven that they are abuse and do not work. There is no autism cure. There is no way to re-hardware a brain on a neurological level. Not wanting my child to be abused is not “staying in ones comfort zone”. That’s the problem I pointed out in my original post.

2. You do not know my child nor are you a medical doctor

3. Autism is not depression or anxiety. Autism is not a mental illness. Not even remotely close. I’m glad genuinely glad you found a cure for that and sorry you had to experience that.

4. My child’s independence as an adult doesn’t depend on sitting in a circle with their wrists being held and forced to make movements, or having their faces grabbed and turned towards the teacher. Her independence is NOT dependent on her being socially identical to non-autistic people. We, non-autistics, are required as a decent human being to be accepting of autistic people or disabled people.

5. A person being non-disabled is not the pinnacle of human existence, purpose, or happiness

anonymous asked:

Hello lovely, I hope you've been doing well! I wanted to ask you for how the RFA + v & saeran would react to going with MC to get a tattoo? I'm currently at a tattoo convention, so that's what made me think of it! xP

Tattoo convention? Woah~ that sounds neat! Tattoos are really cool, but I feel like I’m too indecisive and bad with needles to get one. Thanks for requesting!
I kind of wrote this thinking the tattoo on either your arm or your wrist? I hope that’s okay?

-Yoosung’s always thought you were the coolest person he’s ever met
-The cooliest
-And now you’re getting a tattoo so you’ll be ever cooler!!
-Of course he’s gonna come with you when you get your tattoo!!
-He’s excited for you!!
-Until you get there…
-and you’re in pain…
-He’s worried? Like he knows that it’s normal for it to hurt, but he’s really concerned??
-You tell him you’re okay but he’s still kind of panicking
-When its finished though
-Ho boy
-He thinks it’s so pretty
-He likes to trace over it when you cuddle together

-He’s not really allowed to get tattoos even if he wanted to
-It’s obvious that Zen appreciates art, so lucky you, he was extremely supportive of you getting a tattoo
-But when you get to your appointment to get it done
-He remembers that tattoos can hurt
-He doesn’t like seeing you in pain
-He stays right next to you but makes sure he’s not in the artist’s way
-You actually handle the pain well, but he is so dramatic about it
-“Don’t worry, darling. I know it must hurt, but it’ll be over soon. Your prince is here~”
-You’re embarrassing me in front of the tattoo artist pls
-Zen falls in love with what you picked out for the tattoo also, because like I said he appreciates art, and your tattoo obviously has a meaning behind it
-He thinks you’re so cool with your badass tattoo, plus how you handled the pain like a pro
-He’s melting

-She, of course, has never gotten a tattoo for business reasons
-Even if she had gotten one, she would have to hide it to work at C&R because of the strict dress code Jumin enforced
-But she doesn’t work there anymore
-She gets super excited to hear you want a tattoo
-She had forgotten that she had wanted one a few years ago, but now she can actually get one
-Jaehee suggests getting matching tattoos too
-If you agree to it, she’d like a cute, simple tattoo
-Something like this:

-If you don’t want to, she’s completely okay with that too
-Tattoos are permanent things, so she doesn’t want to force you to get a matching tattoo
-Even if you don’t get matching tattoos, she still gets a tattoo with you
-She loves your tattoo, it suits you very well
-She also loves your couple tattoos, if you end up getting it
-She looks at it if she ever gets sad or lonely

-Tattoos are pretty unprofessional sadly
-But he doesn’t care about that stuff when it comes to you
-He is super supportive of you expressing yourself in any way you see fit
-So he will gladly accompany you to your tattoo appointment
-He kisses your temple a lot while your getting your tattoo done as a way of comforting you, if you’re in pain
-Surprise surprise Jumin loves your tattoo
-He thinks it’s charming, even if the people he associates with would disagree
-He likes to kiss it (unless it’s in a naughty place you pervs)

-Wow~ 606 is so cool~
-He’s never thought about getting a tattoo himself but…
-…now he’s kind of up for it?
-Like Saeyoung is down for getting couple tattoos
-(Leave evidence that he existed on you)
-So, if it’s okay with you…

-He would really love to have this with you
-If you don’t want to that’s also completely fine!!
-He’ll hold your hand while you get a tattoo
-He’s heard it can be painful, so he wants to be with you
-Tons of praise because your tattoo fits you so well
-And if you get matching tattoos, he will cherish it forever
-He loves being able to look down at his wrist and remember how much you love each other~

-V is artistic and he can appreciate all forms of art
-He’s happy to go with you to your appointment to get a tattoo
-(If he had the surgery:) V would adore your tattoo and would ask about the meaning behind it
-Like Yoosung, he would trace it a lot, with your consent
-(If he doesn’t get surgery:) He would ask for you to describe the design, as well as the meaning behind it
-He can picture it in his mind, and it may or may not be the same as what it actually looks like, no one will ever know
-He still says it’s beautiful, even if he can’t see it
-Everything about you is beautiful and something that means this much to you must be equally as pretty, right?

-He has a tattoo but let’s not talk about that
-He at least understands it hurts to get a tattoo
-He would be.. hesitant to let you get a tattoo because he doesn’t want you to be in pain
-But you’re an independent adult and you make your own decisions, and he realizes that and doesn’t argue with you
-Instead he is there with you when you get the tattoo to comfort you if needed
-He might glare at the tattoo artist if you’re in a bit too much pain
-The tattoo artist sees his glare and is all “okay let’s take a break” because they need to still their shaking hands
-After it’s done though, Saeran loves it
-He stares at it a lot

its 2022. i have my own house, my own car. i am an independent adult. homestuck is a long forgotten memory, we never did find out what happened two Sollux Captor. the month of february is almost over. i look at the calendar.

twosday, february 22.

out of nowhere, a man jumps through my window, shattering the glass and sending it spinning through the air. it reflects light differently with each revolution. with a dainty crystalline noise, the glass hits the cold tile floor. the man is Hussie. he forces honey down my throat. spoonful after spoonful of honey. tears are running down my face. i want two cry out, two fight back, but my limbs feel dead and heavy. he whispers two me,

“the real sollux was the friends you made along the way.”

he leaves the way he came, through the window. i lie on the floor. the only evidence hussie was even here is the broken window, shattered like my childhood hopes and dreams. tears are still running down my face. a soft pattering is heard as they fall two the floor.

anonymous asked:

pLEASE can I have RFA reaction to a narcoleptic MC? I have narcolepsy and I don't think I've ever seen anyone do a request for this?? Also I wanted to know if you had a masterlist :) Ty and ILYSM!!

I don’t have a masterlist!! but i should definitely make one! I’ll make a post once I have one all together. Also, thank u!!! ILY2!! <3 -Green


-he is. very scared for you

-doesn’t like leaving you alone because what if you fall asleep in the middle of a grocery isle? what if someone robs you? 

-if he sees you dozing off, he keeps his promise and has his shoulder all cleaned up for you so you can fall asleep on him 

-if he sees you wobbling and getting tired while you’re both on a date, he’ll stop where you guys are at and go back home

-he would much rather have you sleeping in bed then at a dinner table at a restaurant 


-this boy has major insomnia so

-in some kind of weird way he totally gets it 

-it’s just. the exact opposite of what he has

-thinks it’s really cute how you two will just be in a really deep conversation and then all the sudden your K.O’d. 

-if you ever have hallucinations, he’ll try his best to bring you back in the real world

-studies the illness so much so he knows everything he needs to 

-you two don’t go out much so he just like. beddifies the whole bunker

-pillows, blankets, comforters and anything else you need literally just everywhere


-at first he doesn’t even know that you have it

-he just thinks you’re stressed or overworked so he’ll try to get you relaxed 

-jumin no that’s the opposite of what I need

-once you tell him he’s like . o. 

-kind of relieved it isn’t what he originally thought because he doesn’t want you to feel stressed at all 

-but now he feels even worse for leaving you alone during the day

-will call you a million times during the day to see if you’re awake and tries to bring stuff to the house to distract you and keep you up 

-will bring you to his work sometimes and if you fall asleep he’s got a bed in the office now that he’ll carry you to because he doesn’t want you to have cramps from slumping over on his hard desk 


-she a little bit envies you

-but more is worried for you

-babe please don’t pass out while handling boiling water 

-she’s definitely the one to do the more dangerous things that aren’t that dangerous around the coffee shop 

-thinks you’re also just really cute tho

-like Saeyoung she’ll research the topic and do everything she can for you to help you throughout your day, but make sure that you can still be an independent adult and partner


-aww babe ur so cute???

-he doesn’t want you to be ashamed or embarrassed 

-so if your on a park date and you fall asleep he’ll either nap along with you or play with your hair 

-he really just embraces it 

-if you fall asleep while your eating out he’ll gladly box up your food and bring you home 

-like yoosung really scared for you being by yourself because ALL MEN ARE WOLVES

-what if someone takes advantage of ur illness???/?


-he can’t handle the thought he is with you literally everywhere 

More Daddy!Hannibal Headcanons:

  • Hannibal so pretentious, he’d probably compose a lullaby just for his child.
  • His child would learn at least TWICE the number of languages he knows.
  • When his child is curious about junk food, I doubt he’d even let them try it. He’d just create healthy, delicious alternatives right off the bat.
  • Hannibal partaking in children’s media with his child (watching Disney, playing video games, etc).
  • If his child REALLY wanted a pet, he’d probably get them a sphinx or smth like that.
  • Hannibal’s almost always well behaved child in formal wear attending the opera and other events with him and everyone cooing over them, d'aww.
  • Their nighttime routine: Dinner, some visual media like TV, bath time, Hannibal reading smth like ancient mythology to them, and a lovely massage (not necessarily for just the child (tiny hands so soft)) to put them to sleep with soft music or environmental sounds playing in the background.
  • Hannibal’s child politely asking their Daddy to carry them. Hannibal agreeing to do so more often than not.
  • Hannibal teaching his child when and when not to bite someone.
  • Daddy-Child Yoga, can I get an Amen!
  • Hannibal making sure that if he was caught, his child would be taken care of financially and in other ways. 
then all of a sudden you’re 18
with big dreams and you
can’t believe you’ll ever find
your place in the world full of
grown ups and people who
know what they’re doing with
their lives. but you’ll soon
realize that no one really
knows what the future holds
and yet they’ve all made it
and so will you.
—  a.b.e.

This might not work but pre apocalypse, ricks daughter and Negan were v serious (probably engaged) then when it hit ricks daughter stayed with Negan and left Rick with Lori and Carl. Flash to the hilltop, Negan comes out of the RV with pregnant wife; skip to group’s reaction ECT. Too specific? Thanks Doll!!

loved this request, hope I did it justice, probably a part two coming your way.

Originally posted by werewolvesxo

“Are you ready?” you asked the older man sitting beside you, turning towards you with a sombre look on his face. “To get the shit kicked outta me? Yes sweetheart, I am.” You lightly chuckled, Negan always was a dramatic. “You’ll be fine, you’re a big boy.” You playfully squeezed his cheek like an old lady would do a child.

This was the first time you were bringing your boyfriend, now fiancé, to meet your parents, Rick and Lori. Keeping the relationship a secret for the past 2 years was tough but now you and Negan were serious, you decided it would be best to tell your parents. You had both traveled to Georgia, back to your childhood home to see your parents. You had moved to the state of Virginia, to gain independence as a young adult and to take a job as a teacher.

Negan took an interest to you, as soon as you had been introduced by the principle of the school. You knew that you were good at your job and many of the teachers were jealous of your monthly pay rises, even though none of them wanted to put the amount of effort as you did. You got along with everyone in your classes and many praised you, saying you were their favorite teacher. Negan had come to you for advice on a certain student that liked to cause trouble in his lesson; the boy was in your tutor group, so it was your responsibility to make sure he behaved in Negan’s lesson. That day, Negan had asked you to dinner, strictly business he told you. In a turn of events, you ended up in Negan’s bed that night, causing rumors to run wild around the school, people questioning why you were wearing the same clothes as the day before. From that moment, you became inseparable. He opened up to you about his previous wife’s passing, a woman called Lucille. As many other women would probably feel jealous that he had been married but you weren’t. From what he had told you, you felt like you and Lucille would have got along.

Before long, you and Negan had become a couple and moved in together in a small apartment in Virginia. You sometimes visited your parents and your little brother Carl, mostly at Christmas and Thanksgiving. It was fastly approaching Christmas and you wanted Negan to spend the first Christmas as your fiancé with your family.

“Well, let’s get this done then.” You said, unclipping your seat-belt and getting out of the car. Negan followed you, making your way to the front door, knocking on it. The door opened to reveal your dad, in his brown sheriff attire with his hat. “Y/N!” he exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug. “Carl will be so happy to see you, who’s this?” he asked, looking over at Negan who had his hands in his pockets. You mentally cursed him, thinking he could look a little more interested in meeting your parents. You smiled nonetheless, grabbing Negan’s hand intertwining it with yours. “Dad. This is Negan, he’s my fiancé.” Your dad looked shocked, eyes wondering down to look at your hands joined together. “You’re engaged? Are you kidding me Y/N?” you knew he would be annoyed that you hadn’t told him, but what were you meant to say?

‘Hey dad, I’m dating a man twice my age and we’re getting married but I haven’t told you because I know you would probably fly to Virginia to murder him.’

It just wasn’t easy to explain to your dad, or any of your family to be honest. You bit your lip, looking up at your dad. “Look, I probably should have told you sooner…but I didn’t know how you would react! I’m sorry dad.” He sighed, moving to let a space through door. “I guess you better come in; speak to your mother Y/N. She’ll want to know.” You walked through the door, going into the house. Negan went to follow before Rick placed his hand in the way, stopping him from walking into the house. “What are your intentions with my daughter, Negan?” he asked, making eye contact with Negan. “Well, I’m going to marry her, if you hadn’t caught on to that yet.” Rick dryly chuckled. “She’s half your age and you’re old enough to be her dad. Now, from where I’m standing, that ain’t a very good match.” Negan raised his eyebrows, baffled that he was being interrogated, what else was he expecting from a sheriff.

“Look, the only reason I am here is because Y/N wanted me to ask for your blessing and to meet you guys. Now, I honestly don’t give a fucking fuck if you bless us or not, I am marrying your daughter. So, if you would excuse me.” He said, pushing past Rick’s arm. You were chatting with your mom when Negan came in, with a smile on his face. “Hi, you must be Y/N’s mom, Lori. I can see where Y/N gets her good looks from.” He shook your mother’s hand placing a kiss on the top of her knuckles, much to your dad’s disapproval. You and Negan got talking about how you met and how he proposed, your mother listening intently. Your dad had gone to work early, not wanting to be around your future husband for much longer after what had said.

You left your parents’ house at about 7 that night, after seeing Carl and spending time with him. He seemed to really like Negan and he got along with him pretty well.

You were driving back to the hotel you were staying at, when you asked Negan if he had asked your dad for his blessing. “So what did he say?” you got a little excited, you had really hoped your dad had said approved your marriage to Negan. “He obviously wasn’t happy with his little girl being taken away from him, but I think he’s okay with it.” He explained, leaning closer into you. You smiled, this was the beginning of a brand new chapter for your life and you were glad Negan was a part of it.

“Let’s meet the man.” Simon banged on the RV door, walking over to the side of you. “You know he’s going to parade you in front of Rick, right sweetheart?” he whispered into your ear. The group hadn’t noticed you yet, with you being hidden at the back of the group. Your heart felt like it was going to drop, you knew that Negan was going to rub the fact he had Rick’s daughter, married and pregnant, in the group’s faces.

The door of the RV swung open, Negan stepping down with Lucille sitting on his shoulder. “Are we pissing our pants yet?” he asked walking out of the dark shadows, into the lights of the various cars and trucks. Rick looked up at Negan, knowing who he was. He knew since the name of the leader had been told to him, he just wanted to know where his baby girl was. “Oh boy, do I have a feeling we’re getting close.” He laughed; looking at the group like a lion would its prey. “Yeah, it’s gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon.” Negan smirked, looking over in your direction. You knew what was coming next.

“Now, which one of you pricks is the leader? Oh, wait! I already know. It’s nice to see you again, Rick.” Negan waltzed over to Rick, kneeling down in front of him. The rest of the group looked on at the two in confusion; Rick had never told any of them that he knew Negan before. “Where is she?” he asked, quietly. “Who?” Rick looked up at him in desperation, hoping that Negan would stop playing games. “Oh, you mean you’re hot as fuck daughter? She’s right here, in this very forest.” He rose back up into a standing position. “Baby, come out. Don’t keep your old man waiting.” You stepped out in front of everyone, walking to the side of Negan. You played with the sleeves of your plaid shirt, in nervousness. It had been a good couple years since you last saw your dad, and it hadn’t been on good terms.

“I don’t want you marrying him Y/N. He’s a pervy old man looking for a young girl to show off!” Rick shouted in anger, Negan gave him a bad feeling and he didn’t want his little girl being taken advantage of. “You only met him a few weeks ago, dad! You don’t know him like I do! He makes me happy, why can’t you accept that?” you shouted right back, tears streaming down your face. You wanted your family to get along with Negan; he was going to be your husband for god sakes. “I’m sorry Y/N, but I can’t sit here and accept him. It’s either your family or him.”

You had gone with the latter, choosing Negan over your family. You really didn’t want too, but you couldn’t just drop Negan from your life. He bought so much into it, you were truly happy with him, even to this day. He obviously had to change a little, hell everyone had changed because of this apocalypse.

“Hi dad.” You whimpered, scared of his reaction. There was no hiding your bump, being around 5 months along. Rick’s face said it all, a cocktail of shock, anger and disappointment. Carl couldn’t believe what he was seeing, a man who had been so kind and played games with him on that day, was now standing in front of the group, waiting to kill someone. “See that Rick, your daughter is carrying my child. Remember that day when I first met you, goddamn! I bet you never thought anything like this would happen, huh?”  He laughed, placing an arm around your shoulder. “Since you had been gone for so long, Y/N had to have a new daddy and I happily obliged.” he laughed, guiding you to the RV. “Now baby, stay in there and no peaking. This shit is about to get messy.” He smirked, kissing you before you went into the RV.

You just hoped he wouldn’t harm your dad or brother.


Look to the Stars

Originally posted by oriondiary

Request: “ You don’t have to write this now, but whenever you are ready, can I please request a oneshot where the reader comforts Kylo Ren about the passing of his mother. I am devastated and sobbing as much as the rest of us and I totally understand that you don’t want to do this for a while, but when you can, I’d greatly appreciate it because I think Kylo would need a hug. May the Force be with you and with us all ❤”

Summary: The First Order ramps up its efforts to take out the Resistance, despite their failed attempts to find the base. Though in one successful feat, they impose sanction like tyranny over the system, bringing them news they rejoice over. All members celebrate this newfound victory, except one.

A/N: Ok technical stuff first, I figured we could consider this a sort of sequel to “You Really Got A Hold On Me” and a stand alone, cause it just worked. Also song rec (in case you enjoy crying hah) “Princess Leia’s Theme”. I hope you all enjoy it, and now to the more emotional note:

Let me tell you guys, I got so many feels just beginning to write this. I’m sure that just like me, many of you felt as though Carrie Fisher was a part of your life, your idol. She was definitely mine growing up. I’m sure my words would sound redundant at this point, but she really was my icon and hero growing up, and it hurts to see her go, but at the same time, I’m glad she gets to go home. So here’s to you Carrie, Princess Leia, General Organa. Thank you for inspiring people throughout your years, and may all those who felt your inspiration carry it into the future. You will not be forgotten, and I doubt Episode 8 will be watched with dry eyes. May you rest easy in paradise space mom, we love you.

“But I don’t want to go.”

Sighing heavily Leia shook her head as she crouched down to the ten year old’s smaller stature. Despite not being all that tall herself, her son hadn’t sprouted much in height either. At least for one instance in her household she could feel as though she were towering over. Endearingly she smiled faintly at him, placing a hand gently on his shoulder.

“Sweetie I know you’re not excited about this, but it’ll be good for you.”

“Being home with you and dad would be good too.”

“Ben, you know being home isn’t going to help.”

“Mom you haven’t even tried training me at home!”

She sighed, “Ben…you know I would love nothing more than to have you stay home with us, but…I’m not capable of training you.”

“How do you know?”

“You need a teacher that’s stronger in the force, because you’re strong in the force.”

Solemnly Ben hung his head as Leia smiled glumly at him, hating to see the way his brown eyes lost their glisten. Despite putting her duties as a senator and general as high priorities, she could never imagine her son as anything less than the first. Gently she placed her hand on his cheek, tilting her head faintly.

“I’m not sending you to Luke because I don’t want to have you around…I’m doing it because there’s a great power in you…one you need to learn to use.”

Ben slightly looked up from under his strands of ebony hair, the resemblance to a begging puppy not missing Leia for a second.

“…So…this isn’t punishment for the accident?”

Leia shook her head with a faint smile, “Of course not dear. This is not to punish you. I just want to do what’s best for you.”

Carefully taking her finger under his chin, she pushed it gently, bringing his eyes to hers. 

“You know I love you right?”

Ben nodded, still not budging from his glum expression. 

“And you know nothing could change that right?”

Ben’s brows rose just slightly, “Nothing?”

Leia smiled as she gave him a slow nod, “Nothing in the galaxy could stop me from loving you.”

Ben’s lips faintly curled as Leia gently ran her thumb over his cheek.

“And as your loving mother, I want you to train with your uncle and become as powerful as I know you can be.”

Ben’s head lifted slightly, lips curling a little more despite the sinking feeling within his gut.

“…What if I don’t?”

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Hyde Park, London. 1968

“You can’t catch me, Da!” shouted Davie as he ran past me. Jamie snatched him up and tossed him over his shoulder with a playful growl, making our five-year-old son shriek with delight.

The afternoon was warm, almost unbearably so, but there was a slight breeze here in the shade. I shifted in my seat, trying to find a more comfortable position. The pressure of the hard, wooden slats of the park bench combined my perspiration adhered the fabric of my sundress to my skin. I peeled the damp cotton away from my lower back, looking out at the idyllic scene in front of me. I smiled to myself, perfectly content. It was a splendid afternoon for a romp in Hyde Park.

Not only was the weather fine, but I also had all twelve of my children together at the same time. The eldest three Frasers, having begun their adventure as independent adults, had come home to celebrate their father’s birthday.

The birthday boy had one son over his shoulder, another with his arms wrapped around his waist, and a daughter clinging to his left leg. He was in his element. Feigning injury, he carefully collapsed to the ground with a dramatic groan. A cheer went up from all of the children, making Jamie laugh.

Out on the pond, the boys were in one boat, the girls in another. Julia and Brianna sat at the oars, younger sisters in the bow, guiding the craft along the peaceful shoreline. Their brothers, on the other hand, were far more interested in the family of frogs living among the reeds and had managed to get themselves stuck for a third time. A loud splash told me Gavin had decided to get out and push the boat free.

I looked down just in time to see two-year-old Neil try to feed a leaf to his sister.

“Babies don’t eat leaves, darling,” I bent, and moved his hand away from Abigail’s face. Trading him the leaf for a toy, I continued, “And neither should you.”

Becoming bored with the shaded tranquility and his infant sister, the towheaded toddler waddled towards the wrestling match on the grass. I picked Abigail up and, draping a cloth over my shoulder, began to feed her.

It was a wonderful experiment in genetics and heredity, I thought: six of our twelve children had Jamie’s red hair and ten inherited his blue eyes. They ranged from average height to tall, unsurprisingly. Alexander, at eighteen, was a solid inch taller than Jamie, and Robert, at fourteen, was showing signs of outgrowing them both. Julia and Maisie had been cursed with my unruly curls, although neither seemed to mind. All twelve managed to simultaneously resemble each other and look completely different.

Jamie had given me a set of Apostles’ spoons when we found out we were expecting Julia. We had joked then about having a child for each spoon, never dreaming that we would someday. My minds eye saw the spoons, nestled safely in blue velvet, and I mentally paired each child with an Apostle as I listened to them the brood chatter and giggle.

St Andrew.

Julia: my first born, child of my heart. At nearly twenty-four, she showed no outward signs of her childhood illnesses. Her auburn curls were vibrant, her skin healthy and lively. She was the same height as me, with rich brown eyes that held great depths of emotion. She preferred to let her sister Brianna take charge when the situation warranted, but was fiercely protective of her eleven younger siblings.

St Peter.

Brianna: the rock on which I stand. So like her father in both looks and temperament, she was the leader of the pack. She was my right hand man, so to speak, in many ways. I missed her terribly while she was away at University and always looked forward to her detailed, weekly letters.

St Matthias.

Alexander Brian: our philosopher and eldest son. Ever the brilliant mind, Alex was following in my medical footsteps. His dark brown hair and clear, blue eyes made him a favorite with the girls at University, but I had it on good authority that he had no time for that sort of thing. Yet.

St Jude.

Janet Helene: our peacemaker and comforter. Jenny, seventeen, was the glue that held our unruly brood together. In her own pragmatic way, she was able to discern what was at the heart of her siblings’ many quarrels and often had the conflict resolved before it came to a head. I’m sure I would have gone insane without her.

St James, the greater.

Robert Ian: my comedienne. Four years younger than knight-in-shining-armor Alex and only twenty months older than troublemaker Gavin, Rabbie was often stuck in the middle. He chose to find the humor in life and could always find a way to make me smile.

St James, the lesser.

Gavin Murtagh: my headstrong instigator. Born right on the heels of his brother Rabbie, he was a sweethearted scalawag from the start. He had good intentions but somehow his plans always went awry.  For example, just last week he got Maisie to help him smuggle home a squirrel in his coat pocket. The poor thing had injured its tail, but before they could carefully confine it, it escaped and spent the next six hours loose in the house.

St John.

Anne Elizabeth: our old soul. Annie was ten going on sixty-nine. She loved nothing more than a good book and a quiet room, something that was hard to find in the Fraser household. Annie loved her siblings with abandon and somehow always knew exactly what was needed in a moment of emotional crisis. She was also my resident baby whisperer.

St Mathew.

Stephen James: our champion. Loyal to a fault, Stephen was a best friend to everyone. He was the encourager of the flock and the only one who could convince Maisie to do something she didn’t want to do, which was often.

St Bartholomew.

Margaret Clara: my spitfire. At six years old, Maisie was something of a character. She could sell ice to the Eskimos and walk away with them thinking it was their idea. Oh, that girl could talk. She had an abundance of auburn ringlets that could never be tamed and a personality to match. Heaven help anyone who stood in her way.

St Simon.

David Michael: our engineer. Everything was new and exciting to Davie. He was constantly taking things apart to see how they worked and seldom managed to get them back together again. He’d learned the hard way not to experiment on any of Maisie’s toys.

St Thomas.

Neil Thomas: the toddler. Almost two and a half years old, we were still discovering new things about Neil’s personality. He still had the chubby cheeks and fine hair of babyhood, but liked to remind us he could do things himself, thank you very much.

St Philip.

Abigail Marie: the baby. It had taken her only a week to have each and every one of us wrapped around her little fingers. She was now six months old and completely spoiled. She had a fake cry down pat, making her siblings run to her in hopes of cheering her up. It was always comical to me to watch her older brothers carry her. Having no hips to speak of, they awkwardly carried her in various positions against their chest or shoulders.

As if she knew I as thinking about her, Abigail stirred against me. I peeked under the cloth to find her smiling up at me, milk spilling from the corner of her mouth.

A perfect dozen of my very own, I thought.

“Are you done, baby girl?” I asked in a sing-song voice. She kicked her arms and legs, cooing, in response.

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing pain shot down my arm. I cried out, making Abigail cry with me. Jamie stopped playing with the boys and was instantly by my side.

“What is it, Sassenach?” He asked, looking worried.

“I don’t know,” I answered and tried to brush at my shoulder. “I think I’ve been stung by something.

I pulled my hand away and saw that it was covered in blood. A warm, tickling sensation told me I was bleeding but I had no idea why or how. I stared at my hand, trying to process what on earth was going on.

When I looked up from my hand, I found that we were no longer sitting in a park but standing in the middle of a battlefield.

Jamie pulled me by my good arm and we ran for our very lives. The sounds of mortar shells exploding above us made me go deaf, leaving me with an eerie ringing in my ears. The sun went behind a cloud and I started to shiver with cold.

We were hiding in some sort of bunker now, crouched low against cold bricks. Jamie wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. He said something to me, but I couldn’t understand him.

“What?” I cried out to be heard above the ringing.

His voice was garbled and muddy as he repeated himself.

“I can’t hear you!” I tried again.

A torrential downpour came out of nowhere, leaving us soaked to the skin. I could hear distant thunder rumble over the constant ringing and lightning danced around us. Jamie’s hand was as cold and clammy as I was and I squeezed it, desperately needing his reassurance.

He brushed the wet hair out of my eyes and said, “Are ye awake, Sassenach?”

I blinked at him stupidly. His voice was quiet and yet I could hear him above the roar of the storm and ringing of my ears.

Awake? Of course I was awake, how could someone sleep thru this?

He slowly started to move away from me and I panicked. I tried to grab hold of him, but he kept slipping out of my hands. The water was pushing us apart and I wasn’t strong enough to fight against it.

“Jamie!” I screamed, trying to keep my head above the water.

Something, or someone, was holding me down. I closed my eyes and thrashed and kicked. Shockwaves of pain reverberated with each movement, but I fought against it.

“Claire!” came Jamie’s voice, closer this time. “Wake up!”

I opened my eyes to see the anxious face of my husband two inches from mine, his hand gripping my good shoulder.

In a sudden bolt of clarity, I realized it had all been a dream. Every bit of it.

My body felt hot and heavy as I lay in Jamie’s arms, sobbing and unable to speak.

I wept for what might have been, but could never be. The children we might have created, the love I knew we could give.

I wept for Julia and Brianna, the daughters I had carried within me but would never see again. Never to tell them just once more how much I loved them, never again to hold them in my arms.

I wept for Jamie, who I had lost but to whom I had now returned. The man I had so deeply loved was once again mine until death do us part.

Somehow, in the depths of my heart, I knew he was enough.

Now that I had him by my side, I could begin to live again.