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Great minds think alike? Smallmarch smooch pose 3C for @prince-victorius and Anon <3 thanks for the asks!

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Time to watch some wholesome youtube content

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I need more dream daddy in my life.

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[[ Guess who im cosplaying from Dream Daddy. ]]

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[ In a heartbeat is such an amazing film. I hope one day it will become a movie. ]

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(🎀) Christie heard their parents arguing again and for the sake of Crish, she tried to distract him from hearing it. She put music on, the veggie tales songs and that made him happy. All the older children tried to make Crish's life happy from the start and would never let him be exposed to their parents toxic nature. Their father was good at taking care of him, sometimes, Chris also took care of him too. Mostly everyone but their mother. But from the looks of it, Crish looked happy. Which was good.

❝ C'mon Crish, Christie, Time for bed. ❞

(⚽) Christian intruded in his pajamas and helped dress Crish. Mostly it was the older kids taking care of Crish. With some help with their father, but mostly them. For siblings, they never had fights, which is rare for siblings to do. They loved each other very much and looked out for each other all the time.

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     Mary laughed at that. “Kids, there’s a fine line between tipsy and drunk. Besides, intoxicated or not, I’d throw you to the first murderer I saw and run. You’ve had a good run, but my wine collection needs me.” She’s joking, of course. She loved the twins, and wanted them to know that. She just wasn’t good at expressing emotions.

     Or putting down the wine.

     She allowed them to drag her about, glad that they were leading her somewhere besides the woods. She didn’t want to admit it, but Robert’s cryptid stories were finally getting to her and the last place she wanted her children to be was in the hands of The Dover Ghost.

     As the twins pointed at her in obvious judgement she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “Way to throw your dearest mother under the bus, you two.”

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(👫) The twins in shock on there mothers words and immediately ran to their father hiding behind him. They loved him more than their mother, kidding or not she should never say that to her children. Who are young.

(👶) Crish crawls over to Christie and Christie picks him up heading towards the bathroom. The baby clutching onto her lovingly.

❝ I'll be giving him a bath tonight Chris. ❞

(🎀) She said and Chris just nodded agreeing with her. The eldest had the look of disappointment and their father's look was worse. Chris and Christian went into their rooms, all in one. Their parents couldn't afford more than a 2 bedroom house.

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     Mary laughed at that. “Kids, there’s a fine line between tipsy and drunk. Besides, intoxicated or not, I’d throw you to the first murderer I saw and run. You’ve had a good run, but my wine collection needs me.” She’s joking, of course. She loved the twins, and wanted them to know that. She just wasn’t good at expressing emotions.

     Or putting down the wine.

     She allowed them to drag her about, glad that they were leading her somewhere besides the woods. She didn’t want to admit it, but Robert’s cryptid stories were finally getting to her and the last place she wanted her children to be was in the hands of The Dover Ghost.

     As the twins pointed at her in obvious judgement she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “Way to throw your dearest mother under the bus, you two.”

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(👫) Christian and Christie looked at each other dumbfounded because they were disappointed their mother was drunk in a scenario like this. But it's how they got into this mess, they in reality didn't go far. Their father asked if they wanted to go catch lightning bugs and they, like any eight year olds, excitedly agreed. Unfortunately when their father asked their mother to go watch them, she picked up a wine glass and went out.

She suggested to go in the woods for a better chance to catch the bugs but they went too far in and her drunken state forget where they were.

❝ You're asking eight year olds to do this? You're lucky we know our way out. You should be ashamed of yourself mother, there could of been a murderer about and you would be drunk of your....butt. ❞

(🎀) Christie snapped at her and grabbed Christians hand and Christian grabbed his mother's hand dragging them out of the woods and back home.

❝ Fathers not going to be happy about this. ❞

(👫) They both mumbled and walked into their house where Chris crish and Joseph sat in the living room arms crossed. The twins pointed to Mary.

❝ Trail Of Bread-Crumbs.❞

Send “Trail of Breadcrumbs” For A starter where our muses are lost in the woods together

     Mary looked around at her surroundings. There was nothing but trees and plants as far as her eyes could see. She looked down at the twins and bit her lip. They both seemed interested in exploring the woods, and she found herself a bit too buzzed to care about following them deeper into the thick green, but now that she looked around, nothing seemed familiar to her.

     “Christian, Christie? Do either of you, uhh, know where we’re at?”

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❝ Dad, Lucien is my cousin, I was foolish and I know the consequences. I'll go after someone I know i have a chance with. ❞

Christian just started texting and then put his phone away.

❝ Plus Crish is old enough to know what Gay means. Right crish? ❞

He asked as crish nodded and said 'yep' and 'its when two people of the same gender love each other. Love is love.' And then he giggled.

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❝ When I was eight. I started liking Lucien, a lot. I battled with my brain on why I feel that way towards him. I learned that I loved him like you love mom. I don’t see any harm in me being gay. ❞

Christian spat looking straight ahead, not caring if his father accepted him or not.

“…I’m.. glad you told me, instead of hiding it.”Joseph’s head raised slightly, nodding along with the notion. However, this also provided a problem in the making, which dawned on him as he checked back on Crish again,trying to gauge how much he was listening. Younger children always had that way about them that appeared innocent, deceivingly so. “ I can’t tell you much about that, son.” And he never would, if he could help it. “ What I can tell you, is that if you.. do decide that this is something you pursue, don’t rush into relationships. Don’t go after someone because they’re new to your world.. they’re a bit more than just excitement… and they may not be as interesting or likeable as you thought they were when you first met them.”Joseph would pull off on the next exit, rumbling down the familiar lane to the cul-de-sac.

“It’s very easy to break people’s hearts.. and there’ll be people who’ll do it to you if you’re not careful.”

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Oh crackers

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❝ the man’s irrational. ❞ -Mary

❝ I suppose you're talking about father? Yes. Yes he is. What did he do this time? ❞

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❝ When I was eight. I started liking Lucien, a lot. I battled with my brain on why I feel that way towards him. I learned that I loved him like you love mom. I don't see any harm in me being gay. ❞

Christian spat looking straight ahead, not caring if his father accepted him or not.

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❝ Is there a problem with me being gay? ❞

Christian looks over to his father with a expressionless face and crossed his arms out of nervousness.

❝ I hope not. ❞

What was the phrasing? Like father, like son? Joseph didn’t know how to combat this, especially not with his own previous escapades with a familiar next door neighbor. What could he tell his son, to relate to him? It was time to play a little bit of mental tennis with this idea, at least to prevent questions getting to be about himself.While the situation is new and unusual, there’s nothing that he can really do about it, not that he would in the first place, but,  had it really been hidden for so long? Why had this come out when Christian was angry?  Did it make him angry? Confusion fell over his face, knitting his brows. He wanted to ask so many questions at once, but it was better to start with small things. “…How did you figure you were?”

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THE HAMILTON MIXTAPE SENTENCE STARTERS.

NO JOHN TRUMBULL.

❝  you ever see a painting by john trumbull?  ❞

❝  the reality is messier and richer.  ❞

❝  the reality is not a pretty picture.  ❞

MY SHOT ( RISE UP REMIX ).

❝  that’s why i hustle hella hard, never celebrate a holiday.  ❞

❝  i refuse to ever lose or throw my shot away.  ❞

❝  if i have given it all i got i cannot regret it.  ❞

❝  when opportunity knock, you don’t send anyone to get it — answer the door, welcome it, let it in, or regret it.  ❞

❝  i surprise you guys, i’m a prize fighter.  ❞

❝  be leaders, believers in yourself and mean it.  ❞

❝  i mean you only get one shot, take it or leave it.  ❞

❝  we ain’t got no other choice, we need to rise up.  ❞

❝  inside i feel that fire that’s burning.  ❞

❝  see i’ve been patiently waiting for this moment.  ❞

❝  give me my one chance to grab the torch and properly hold it.  ❞

WROTE MY WAY OUT.

❝  i had no foundation, no friends and no family to catch my fall.  ❞

❝  running on empty, there was nothing left in me but doubt.  ❞

❝  writin’ songs about rights and wrongs and bails bonds.  ❞

❝  competition near, i’m a spartan without the spear.  ❞

❝  this poetry in motion, i’m a poet.  ❞

❝  running out of time like i’m jonathan larson’s rent check.  ❞

❝  my mind is where the wild things are.  ❞

❝  oh, you think you smart?  ❞

❝  oversensitive, defenseless, i made sense of it.  ❞

❝  these sentences are endless, so what if they leave me friendless?  ❞

❝  damn, you got no chill.  ❞

❝  fuckin’ right, i’m relentless!  ❞

❝  i know abuela’s never really gonna win the lottery.  ❞

❝  i was born in the eye of a storm.  ❞

❝  this hurricane in my brain is the burden i bear.  ❞

❝  i’m here cause i wrote my way out.  ❞

AN OPEN LETTER ( INTERLUDE ).

❝  an open letter to the fat, arrogant, anti - charismatic national embarrassment known as  ______.  ❞

❝  the man’s irrational.  ❞

❝  trick, please!  ❞

❝  at least i do my job up in this rumpus.  ❞

❝  the line is behind me, i crossed it again.  ❞

❝  they were calling you a dick back in ‘76 and you really haven’t done anything new since.  ❞

❝  you’re a nuisance with no sense.  ❞

❝  you’ll die of irrelevance.  ❞

❝  go ahead, you aspire to my level, you aspire to malevolence.  ❞

❝  i don’t care if i kill my career with this letter.  ❞

❝  sit down, _____, you fat motherfucker!  ❞

VALLEY FORGE ( DEMO ).

❝  these are the times that try men’s souls.  ❞

❝  tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.  ❞

❝  i am seeing the best minds of my generation waste away in pestilence and starvation.  ❞

❝  is this all a test or have we met our doom?  ❞

❝  i am beyond comprehension of their nonsense.  ❞

❝  do you have no influence at all, you fucking skinflints?  ❞

❝  tone it down.  ❞

IMMIGRANTS ( WE GET THE JOB DONE ).

❝  it’s really astonishing that in a country founded by immigrants, immigrant has somehow become a bad word.  ❞

❝  we all came to america trying to get a lap dance from lady freedom.  ❞

❝  don’t think i didn’t notice those tombstones disguised as waves.  ❞

❝  all you got to do is see the world with new eyes.  ❞

❝  immigrants, we get the job done.  ❞

❝  look how far i come.  ❞

❝  we’re america’s ghost writers, the credit’s only borrowed.  ❞

CONGRATULATIONS.

❝  congratulations, you have invented a new kind of stupid.  ❞

❝  truly, you didn’t think this through? kinda stupid.  ❞

❝  i begged you to take a break, you refused to  ❞

❝  so scared of what your enemies might do to you. you’re the only enemy you ever seem to lose to!  ❞

❝  you’ve redefined your legacy.  ❞

❝  i lived only to read your letters.  ❞

❝  i look at you and think ‘god, what have we done with our lives, and what did it get us?’  ❞

❝  i’m back in the city and i’m here to stay.  ❞

❝  i know what i’m here to do. i’m not here for you.  ❞

CABINET BATTLE 3 ( DEMO ).

❝  and whether or not you want it, guys, that is the final compromise we made.  ❞

❝  we cannot cure prejudice or righteous, desperate hate.  ❞

❝  but we can’t address the question if we do not have an answer.  ❞

❝  is it my turn? good.  ❞

❝  a land of the free? no it’s not, it’s hypocrisy.  ❞

❝  how dare you.  ❞

❝  well, you asked how i feel. i don’t pretend to know the answer, but the question is real.  ❞

❝  let’s take this moment to establish a precedent.  ❞

❝  do you really wanna have that conversation?  ❞

❝  let’s hope the next generation thinks of something better.  ❞

WASHINGTONS BY YOUR SIDE.

❝  it’s kinda crazy ‘cause people think i got it made just ‘cause i got paper.  ❞

❝  i do got it made but that’s ‘cause i made it myself.  ❞

❝  don’t matter what most people say.  ❞

❝  i did everything that i want, i still don’t care what anybody else think.  ❞

❝  it must be nice to have everybody on your side.  ❞

WHO TELLS YOUR STORY.

❝  when i die, will heaven be done?  ❞

❝  what will my legend become?  ❞

❝  the path to perfection is rarely achieved. i head in that direction, i dream and believe.  ❞

❝  the quills that i dip into the ink go to document and you’ll remember me when i’m extinct.  ❞

❝  through hard times, we spark minds to keep the flame on.  ❞

❝  will they tell your story in the end?  ❞

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❝ Is there a problem with me being gay? ❞

Christian looks over to his father with a expressionless face and crossed his arms out of nervousness.

❝ I hope not. ❞

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❝ I’ll just have mom take me to and from school from now on, I don’t got much time left until me and Christie graduate, so you don’t have to worry about me being a burden anymore…❞

(⚽) ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴍᴜᴍʙʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴɢʀɪʟʏ ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ʜɪs ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʜɪᴍ, ᴄʀɪsʜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴏᴠᴇʀʜᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ɪᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴄʜʀɪsᴛɪᴀɴ ɢᴏᴛ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟᴏᴜᴅ sɪɢʜ, ʜᴇ sᴀᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ, ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɪғ ʜᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪs ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴɢʀʏ.

❝ By the way, I don’t think God will love me, I’m gay. So stop preaching to me.❞

 The deep inhale he takes is to  gather all of his thoughts at once, ignoring the first bit of whatever mumbled nonsense his son was saying.It seems his wife was a betting chip whenever possible, and Joseph had tried so hard to keep their arguments away from the children, away from their ears so they wouldn’t have to worry about the things that their parents worried about. Exhale. Peace. That doesn’t last more than that moment that his son says something he’d never imagine hearing. Music turned down, Joseph  glanced back at Crish momentarily before settling on Christian again, and back to the road. His foot relaxed on the gas pedal, keeping it the speed-limit, instead of a few miles faster down the highway. “…Son, You shouldn’t joke about that kind of thing. God loves us regardless of our failings.. that’s why there’s grace.” Don’t get legalistic about it. Don’t say anything that he could tell Mary later.

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“ I’m only Eight years old, i do not think any guys would like me. Most guys in my class are taught that a boy and girl are only acceptable relationships...which is nice but they have to know its acceptable that being gay is okay. My dad says i am brave and smart for my age. I say i am that way because i am not brainwashed like everyone else. “

❝are you third-wheeling too?❞ [Christian]

He shrugged, flicked ash onto the ground. “Guess it kinda looks that way, huh?” He grumbled, shooting an annoyed look at the overly affectionate couple he’d come with. God if he’d known they’d be like this the whole time he would have happily stayed home. This was so much easier to deal with when he had a drink in his hand. Unfortunately all he had was a crumpled pack of cigarettes and an iPod on him. “So where the hell are your friends?”

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[ I’m Pro-Cult Ending :) ]

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daddy material.

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