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SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

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that’s not a surprise.

@bombjackets replied to your post: growing up, there was a little space in my closet…

i expected a funny anecdote and you posted some real shit instead.

surprise! i’m actually semi-deep!

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aquakinds‌:

Way too many. He helps sometimes, but he’s very easily distracted. Once the crows come inside, I’ve lost him for a few hours. He just gossips with them forever, every so often breaking to ask for a snack. But, I can see if I can have him help a little more. I’m trying to instate chores slowly. 

No. Not my ass. Please. It’s sculpted and beautiful. 

God, everyone tells me that. But here’s the thing. I had nothing growing up. Like, nothing. My brother was it, and he couldn’t provide for me like a parent should have. So, I’m…I dunno, compensating.

the crows don’t conveniently come in around dinner time to keep him busy, huh?

yep, your ass. better get used to the idea of it now.

it’s not a bad thing to wanna give your kid everything you didn’t have. it’s hard finding the line of doing that and spoiling the hell out of ‘em.

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I was in the process of changing some shit out, so the filter was also off of it. When it’s playtime, it’s playtime. I’m not allowed to finish anything. Do you know how many meals I’ve burnt because he gets all teary-eyed when I tell him to wait? 

God. I don’t even want to think about that. I don’t want to be old. 

Man, I hope. I give this kid everything, and I literally mean everything. I’m weak. A weak dad. I said no pets, and an hour later, we had a guinea pig. I’m tied around his little finger. Putty in his tiny hands. 

probably too many. just turn off the burner, or make helping into a game?? i used to give someo a whisk and a bowl and have him stir for me.

time is real and it’s coming for your ass to make it sag and wrinkly.

oh, you’re fucking doomed, then.

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My parents still don’t know that I’m bisexual.

it’s not their business unless you want it to be, so like.

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Holy fucking shit.

ahahaha

ahhh, that’s funny.

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“what is with kids and closets,” i say, like i didn’t come out of it to my parents ‘til i was 21.

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aquakinds‌:

Dave has a little nest in my closet, his closet and the hall closet. And you’re absolutely fuckin’ right, it is incredible what kids can manage. Hide and seek is a nightmare. There was a point where I found him in one of the vents in the apartment. Like, he managed to squish himself in there, then got stuck. Hasn’t learned his lesson, because he still adores tight spaces. Little weirdo. But, he’s my weirdo.

Dude…Man…48? That’s old. I’ll be bordering my midlife crisis by then. 

God, it’s going to suck. I’m savoring as much of his childhood as I actually can. He likes me. He seems to think I’m pretty cool. I’ll handle teenagerdom when I get there. 

he got into the vent???? shouldn’t there have been screws keeping that shit shut?

i didn’t say it wasn’t old, i said it wasn’t that old. it’s still pretty fucking old.

with any luck, that’ll persist and he’ll still think you’re cool and just pretend he doesn’t so he can be a little shit about it. that’s what mine does.

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He’s usually still up around right now, but, Brody has her ways. When I say get in bed, he just runs around until he’s tired and falls asleep either in my closet, or in my bed. 

Damn. A teenager. I’m dreading those years to come. I’ll be so…Old by then…48….God, yikes. 

what is it with kids and closets, i swear to god. or just any small space that they can wiggle their tiny bodies into in order to be as inconvenient and diffucult to find as possible- i know why they like them, but for fuck’s sake, one time i thought i lost my niece while i was watching her, but no, she’d just somehow made herself comfortable in one of the higher up cabinets and to this day, i don’t know how the fuck she climbed up there and didn’t hurt herself.

so you’re only three years older than me, huh. you’re not gonna be that old then, shut the hell up.

you probably already know to be prepared for moodiness and to clash a lot more, but i’ll say this anyway: good luck with that.

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i can always tell when denki’s online because i get an influx of notifications.

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you got your kid in bed on time?? one of you is a goddamn wizard.

he’s 14, just about to go into high school next year. he should probably be asleep right now, but he’s still got a bit of summer vacation so i’m not making him fix his schedule yet.

bombjackets‌:

damn, so he’s little.

He sure is. As sweet as candy, though. He’s actually asleep at a decent hour for once, my lady worked her lovely magic. How old’s yours? 

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Me, when I see other Dads: 

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4, but 5 in December.

damn, so he’s little.

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I’m lucky mine’s still at lap-sitting and napping age.

he sounds cuddly. think i’ve seen you mention he was 5? somewhere around there?

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teaspoons and cups, anyone under six could make the mix-up.

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Little kids are a blessing.

they’re little hellions, but cute ones.

i miss him sitting on my lap, not him dumping a third cup of salt into what was supposed to be lunch.

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i’m almost starting to miss when my brat was little.