#<- can't remember if his name went hyphenated or not

[doubleedgemode]

The PS2 Guilty Gear icons are a basketball tall, by the way

(if you're curious the ball is from the espn 2k5 (or was it 2k4?) basketball game. Pcsx 2 apparently didn't like it AT ALL, as the main menu got incredibly flickering. Eh, at least worked enough to save so I could have a basketball near these guys inside the memory card but... I don't recommend running the game on pcsx 2, especially if you are sensitive to flickering stuff)

[blushweddinggowns]

Steddie Drunk Dialing Fluff

Steve Harrington-Munson was probably one of the happiest men to be alive in the modern era. He had the perfect life, against all odds. Because apparently having your late teens and early twenties ruined by demons equated to a fantastic adulthood.

He had it all. A loving family, the best friend/surrogate sister he could ever ask for, and he was married to the love of his life. And okay, yes. That had included some extremely embarrassing revelations and internal meltdowns and... a pretty brutal disownment. But he had figured it all out in the end. And here he was, a decade later with a ring on his finger and a nice hyphenated name. Not to mention how he was basically a trophy husband.

Eddie hadn't wasted a moment of the last decade. A symptom of almost dying it would seem. He went for the GED, gathered the band back up, moved across the country to chase his dreams and play in every shitty dive bar he could until they were discovered. All while dragging Steve along for the ride.

As much as Steve had believed in him, neither of them had been prepared for his music career actually taking off. Especially not to the level it did. It was undeniable that his husband was an A-Lister, despite how universally hated he was by half the country. You don't get many out and proud metal front man who loved parading around his high school sweetheart at every social event he could. But Europe loved him, as did the entirety of gay, rebellious youths world wide.

It was so stupid. There Eddie was, painted as an insane freak who was fake-married. With tabloids running story after story about his secret children, his drug addiction, a wife from another country, anything that they could think of. All while Eddie spent every free moment at Steve's side, always opting for a night in with his baby when given the choice. And when he wasn't doing that, he was busy playing surrogate fun uncle to the kids, who were definitly not kids anymore. But that didn't stop them from all getting together for Dungeons and Dragons once a month, hundreds and hundreds of campaign hours on everyone's belts. And that was his life. Spending time with his family, forcing them on hikes and runs, volunteering, working occasionally to help Robin with her translating work, all while coming home to the sweetest thing that ever existed.

God, did Steve love that man. Reminiscing about the love of his life while he was on tour was not helping his fretful sleep. He just... really had given him everything. He loved him so much in fact that he was only slightly pissed when he was woken up at three a.m. from the phone ringing off the hook.

Steve reached for it blindly, still half-asleep when he mumbled, "Mm-Eds?"

"Steeeeeeeeeevie," Eddie's voice slurred back at him, "Baby booooy. How's my baby boy? I miss my baby boy."

Steve smiled despite himself, yawning into the phone. Eddie was lucky he was so cute, considering how the love of his life who could not remember what time zones were, "He misses you too. And he's a little tired right now babe. What's up?"

"Day drunk," Eddie sighed, "Guys, morning show, mimosas, hotel room to sleep it off. Missing you."

"You won't be missing me for long," Steve softly laughed. Though... hearing his voice was quite the reminder of how cold the bed suddenly felt, "Just... one more week. That's not too long right?"

"Too long!" Eddie groaned, dramatic, "I miss you now. Why can't I see you now? Wait-Can I see you now? Cause planes and trains and-"

"And no," Steve interrupted with a chuckle, "You'd only get me for a few hours before you'd have to leave again."

"Worth it," Eddie mumbled out, his voice a little muffled as he tumbled around in his hotel bed, "Want my baby."

The pathetic tilt to his voice was enough to make Steve's heart clench. God he was too precious. Suddenly a red-eye in the middle of the night for a two hour make-out session didn't sound like such a bad idea. But he could be the strong one for tonight, "You have me sweetheart. Want me to stay on until you fall asleep."

"Yes please," Eddie sighed, "Love your voice. It's so... nice. Like... audible perfume. Like poetry or something."

"Oh baby you are wasted," Steve said as he laid back down, nestling the phone to his ear, "Please tell me you drank some water before laying down?"

"... maybe?"

"Babe."

"I knoooow. Keep nagging me though. I missed that too."

"Is my bitching your bed time story?"

He could hear Eddie nodding, rusting against the fabric, "And it's the best. Keep going?"

Steve rolled his eyes, but he did what he was asked. Saying every silly little grievance he could think of. He whined about how cold it was in bed without him, how Eddie had promised to take out the trash before he left and forgot. Again. How he hated how quiet it was without him, how much he missed hearing his voice trailing in and out of every room.

And Eddie listened, mumbling out a few sleepy m'sorrys and I love yous along the way. Until all Steve could hear was the slow, steady sound of his breathing. But he didn't hang up. Not when that was one of his favorite sounds in the world. And the perfect thing to fall asleep to.

Steve smiled to himself as he closed his eyes, a little amazed that Eddie could still make him feel so loved, from hundreds of miles away.

But one thing was for sure. He still had to be the happiest man on earth.

[popcorn-ceiling-chickemn]

I've noticed that some people have Andrew and Neil hyphenate their last names when they get married but in my personal opinion (aka my silly thoughts about these boys) Neil would take Minyard as his last name because it means he's part of a family. Josten is something I assume he made up on the fly, I like to think he just saw the name somewhere and went "sure whatever" and sent it off to his contact for the ID. But Minyard is a real name with real people attached to it, why wouldn't he jump at the chance to be more connected with Andrew and something that adds him to a family?

Anywho tbh I think that Matt and Dan would consider hyphenating but I also feel like Matt would take Dan's last name simply to get rid of his dad's last name (don't quote me on this I don't remember if he still shares a last name with his dad or if he used his mother's last name)

Renee and Allison I'm not sure but I could see them picking one or the other or both or just changing bother their last names to something sweet or unique.

Nickey and Eric for sure would just take Eric's name, I doubt Nickey wants to be in any way attached to his father or mother.

Aaron and Kaitlynn I'm not sure but I feel like Kaitlynn would take Minyard, and you can't tell me that after a few years Neil and Kaitlynn meet up every now and then to bond over being married to the disasters that are the twinyards while trying to find birthday presents.

Kevin and thea..... Yeah I don't know enough about them but im assuming after the entire Ravens getting torn apart after rikos death that they probably don't stay together long after? Don't come for me on this one I just can't see them finding common ground once everything gets aired out.

[maximoaguilar]

@adrianamartinez

LOCATION: hidehill general, adriana's room

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙-𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐑. she had only been a picture before, and now -- she was right there, in his arms. he remembered the conversations that had surrounded her name, how they had carefully picked every part of it. marisol, for the sun -- the sunshine of their lives. camila for max's mother, who he had not known personally, but who lived on through his family members. loving and kind, gentle and compassionate. there had been no one better. just like his little girl. and last, the pair had come to the decision to hyphenate their names -- so marisol could have a part of each of them.

how the hell did they end up here ?

and what the hell were they going to do next ?

the fear never got easier to grapple with -- the overwhelming feeling that he was going to fail mason was ringing in his ears at every passing moment, but the dull ring had become easier and easier to ignore. because he wasn't. maximo aguilar lived for his children. every breath, every step, it was to get them to the best place they could be with the circumstances they were given. and then some.

he wanted to allow adriana to rest, given all that she had endured since the moment she went into labor. he had spent the time holding their girl, in awe that she was here. he had not wanted to put her down for a second, out of fear that she would vanish. he hadn't even noticed he had been crying tears of joy as ana opened her eyes, only alerted by the feeling of a single tear falling down his cheek.

this was the first day of the rest of marisol's life. and max wasn't going to miss a moment. some wondered if max's heart could possibly grow bigger, but for ana, mason and marisol, it grew every day.

❝ hey, mama. ❞ he murmurs quietly, turning the little girl so that ana could see her beautiful face. ❝ how do you feel ? ❞ he remembers the last time one of them was in a hospital bed, never knowing for a second that they would end up here. ❝ i can't stop looking at her. ❞

[caxycreations]

I absolutely HATED the storytelling section of my assessment, and it's the whole reason I don't have a diagnosis on paper.

STORY TIME

When I was 15, my mom took me to be tested for autism. They gave me two choices: I could go alone, or Mom could come with me. Well, being a budding creature of 15, I was in a phase of "I'm not a helpless kid, I can handle myself" and maliciously chose to go alone as a show of defiance and independence.

The tests and assessments went smoothly...Until storytelling.

The man running my assessment pulled out a bag of odds and ends; a toy car, an eraser, some paperclips, a small spring, some other little bits and bobs like that.

He goes "This is the last part of our assessment, I want you to try and tell me a story using these objects."

I couldn't figure out what he meant, what he wanted. So I said as much, and he goes "It's really not that hard, just some little story." and he proceeded to make up a story about Mrs. Spring, who was married to Mr. Eraser, and how they drove in their car to work every day because it was cheaper than driving two cars, and Mrs. Spring worked in a school and taught second grade English, while Mr. Eraser did some accounting job.

I remember that vividly because he spent the entire time he was telling this story moving the odds and ends around like they were acting it out, and it stuck with me.

I also remember, more vividly than that, his reaction to my response to that story.

"If Mrs. Spring and Mr. Eraser are married, why don't they have the same last name?" (this was well before I learned about hyphenates or even the possibility of keeping one's original last name)

He got upset and said "they just don't, stop over-complicating it, now tell me a story."

I still couldn't. He was staring at me, and tapping his foot like he wanted to hurry up and get out of there, and every time I tried to think of anything all I could think was that none of the objects matched or went together, even the paperclips were different sizes, and how every story I thought of was just some derived version of the one he'd told.

After about 20 minutes of him applying more and more verbal pressure and me being less and less capable of speaking (at one point I snapped at him saying I couldn't think because he was being too insistent), he says "We're done here. Come on." and stands up.

We go back to my Mom in the waiting room, and he tells her, flat-out, these exact words:

"Ma'am, your son's scores indicate he does have autism, but I refuse to be the one to give that diagnosis." and asked us to leave.

We left, and Mom spent the drive home telling me that it was my fault and if I hadn't insisted (also known as "saying one time, without any push-back or double-checking from any of the adults in the room") on going in without her, she could have helped me and fought for the diagnosis, as if she didn't have a chance to do so when he told her he wouldn't give it despite my scores clearly indicating it.

I can come up with a billion worlds, characters, timelines, and stories.

But put a little bag of knick knacks in front of me and ask me to do it on-the-spot and I just can't.

And for some reason that pissed off the guy handling the test so much that he refused to give a clearly needed diagnosis, which has actively harmed me in the long run.

Yay, storytelling...

The way most autism literature describes "literal interpretation" is often not at all similar to how I experience it. Teenage me even thought I couldn't be autistic because I've always been able to learn metaphors easily.

In fact, I love wordplay of all kinds. Teenage me was fascinated to learn all the types of figurative language there are in poetry and literature.

But paperwork and questionnaires are hard, because there's so much they don't state clearly. Or they don't leave room for enough nuance.

"List all the jobs you've had, with start and end dates." What if I don't remember the exact day or month? Is the year enough?

"Have you been suffering from blurred vision?" Well, if I take off my glasses the whole world is blurred, but I'm fairly sure that's not what the intake form at the optometrist is asking.

Or the infamous (and infuriatingly stereotypical) "Would you rather go to a library or a party?" What sort of party? Where? Who's there? I work at a library. Am I currently at the library for work or pleasure? Does it have a good collection?

It's not common figures of speech that confound me. It's ambiguity, in situations that aren't supposed to be ambiguous.

[thedefinitionofendgame]

A New Adventure

Marina and Surrera (+ kids) one-shot | Rated G | Canonverse

A/N: Just some cute Marina-centric (with Surrera too ofc) fluff about graduation and moving on to a different part in life. Features Marina’s son and the Surrera trio. I love both couples and love when I think of a fic that can include both of them :) enjoy!

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You can read this work on ao3 and fanfiction.net as well

Written & cover by@thedefinitionofendgame (aka me)

The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. For April, it was surprisingly sunny and warm; there were no clouds in sight. It was perfect weather for the special event that was to take place today because in a few short hours, Maya and Carina's son would walk across the stage at his graduation ceremony. He would graduate from one part of life, and walk onward to a new adventure in life. The child they argued on conceiving for years would adjust his cap, straighten his too-big gown and put on a brave smile before stepping out for the crowd.

His three biggest supporters besides his moms, would be cheering the loudest from their designated seats in the third row, six seats in from the aisle. Non-biological cousins who were raised as his siblings because the young boy didn't have any "real" ones. He was his moms' one and only miracle. But Andy and Sullivan's kids—two girls and a boy—were all the love he needed. Emilia had done her walk years before; she was six years older than her cousin. The twins, Clara and Tanner were closer to his age, but still two years older. For their cousin’s graduation though, the trio were on their best behaviour and had put on their fanciest clothes.

Carina wiped her eyes and Maya moved a hand behind her wife's back to pat her lightly. She had tears in her own eyes yet felt the need to keep it together. Sullivan was put in charge of video-taping, as he was the least likely to get emotional and cry. Andy leaned over to Maya and whispered, "I cried when all three of their names were called."

Maya nodded. She remembered having to console her best friend about her own kids growing up before, and now it was finally Maya’s turn. She had never been prouder of her son until this moment. He had overcome so many mountains but those never stopped his short legs. He just kept climbing, more often than not with a smile on his face. Soon, people began to shush one another, as the announcer walked across the stage with a microphone in hand. The ceremony was about to begin!

“Good afternoon everyone. My name is Georgia Davis, and I am so happy you could join us today.” Pause for a polite smattering of applause. “While we know how anxious you are to watch your not-so-little ones walk across the stage, we ask for your patience as we read through their names. This is one of our largest classes yet to graduate. Let’s give our kids a huge round of applause!”

This time the clapping wasn’t forced and nearly deafened the room. After waiting for the noise to settle down, Ms. Davis began to read down her list. Maya and Carina’s son would be near the top, as his hyphenated last name gave him the alphabetical advantage. Bishop came before DeLuca in the alphabet, which was one of the reasons Maya’s last name was first on his birth certificate. For Andy and Sullivan’s kids, they had decided whose last name went first the same way; Herrera won out over Sullivan.

"Andrew Bishop-DeLuca." Maya snapped her attention back to the stage, stopping her day dream. She couldn’t believe she almost missed the moment her son walked out because she was thinking about last names of all things! The teacher smiled and began clapping. Seconds later, a young boy walked across the stage, head held proudly. He had Carina’s brown hair, blue eyes like Maya and walked just like the man he was named after. He was every bit as trouble as the late Andrew DeLuca as well, but just as kind too. Sometimes, Maya knew that it hurt Carina to watch their son embody someone Carina had grown up alongside. Though they both wouldn’t change it for the world, because their child was still unique in his own way.

"Little Andy's all grown up," the real Andy said. Maya and Carina's son had been named after Carina's deceased brother and dubbed with the nickname "Little Andy" after Maya's best friend. It fit him perfectly because some of his aunt’s fiery personality had rubbed off onto him. Whenever he sassed his moms, they blamed it on Andy.

In the middle of the stage, Andrew turned and waved at his family, ignoring the clear instructions he had been given at home to shake the teacher’s hand and not look for his moms. Everyone laughed though, and both Maya and Carina were too proud to be upset. The teacher was ready for this, and gently placed his scroll in his hands, and directed him off stage. Sullivan smiled over from his seat farther down the row; he had gotten the whole thing on video.

After Andrew’s turn, his row of supporters sat quietly and just simply watched everyone else. Georgia Davis had been right when she said this was the largest class in a while, as a total of thirty two graduates crossed the stage. When at last everyone had gone, and many parents were crying, Ms. Davis returned and thanked everyone for coming. More speeches and awards would be given out later. It was now time for refreshments and a chance to stretch after sitting for so long.

Outside, Carina was still sobbing quietly against Maya's shoulder. "We're gonna be empty nesters soon! I can't believe it,” the Italian woman said sadly.

Maya rolled her eyes. She totally supported her wife's emotions today of all days, but calling them “empty nesters” was being a little dramatic. "Babe, he's only graduating from preschool. He starts kindergarten in September, and will be with us for at least another fourteen years. We'll be okay." She had to hold in a chuckle, as she wrapped an arm around Carina.

"Only fourteen years! That'll pass in seconds! We should've had more kids!" Carina wailed, while Maya refrained from telling Carina that having Andrew almost killed her and that another child wasn't going to be possible. Like ever.

Andy sidled over and chose to make matters worse by saying, "I've only got twelve years left with the twins, in that case. And ten with Emilia." Maya's best friend looked like she was going to cry as well, and Maya couldn't handle two crying women, so she had to do something. Quickly. So she grabbed both of their hands and forced them to look at they're not-so-baby-like babies. The Fantastic Four—a cheesy nickname dubbed for all their kids—were now playing on the mini playground. Tanner, who took his role as an “older cousin” very seriously, was helping Andrew climb the jungle gym. Emilia and Clara were running around, probably scuffing up their shoes in true Herrera-Sullivan kid fashion. Sullivan was standing nearby, a grim expression on his face. He now had three headstrong women living in his house and sometimes it was almost too much to bear. But he loved them and his son more than anything else in the world.

Sullivan noticed them watching and waved, a smile lighting up his entire face when he saw his wife. Maya still sometimes wondered how her best friend and the ex-battalion chief managed to get together despite their odds at first. One look at the chemistry between them would answer all ones' questions. They were just made for each other. Sullivan was back to being Fire Chief Sullivan, a title he most definitely hung over Andy's head. Andy had finally made Captain at Station 19 four and a half years prior. Maya stepped down completely by her own accord when Carina got pregnant; having a family meant more to her than any title, now. It was a good thing she stepped down as well, because Carina was hospitalized for nearly five months and someone had to take care of Little Andy at home that entire time.

Andy waved back at her husband, and left Maya and Carina to go stand beside him. Carina was calming down, thankfully, and stared at the big, blue sky above. She rested her head on Maya’s shoulder, even though the blonde was shorter, and sighed. Maya gently reached up to wind her fingers around Carina’s curls. Her wife had once said that was calming, so Maya did it often now. They stood together, thinking about different things probably, but under one general consensus; their son was growing up way too fast. It seemed like just yesterday they were holding him together in the Labour and Delivery wing of Grey-Sloan Memorial. That was before Carina began hemorrhaging and needed lifesaving surgery, of course. But the two moms had had two peaceful hours with their new baby. Together, as a family of three. Maya had looked at her son and thought, so this is what unconditional love is. She had sworn she would love her son for whatever he accomplished, no matter how big or small. She wouldn’t push him to the point of abuse and yell at him if he came second. She would love his other mom more than the world, and make up for all the pain her parents had put her through. Speaking of her parents, Maya’s mom asked for a picture of Andrew today, as she wasn’t exactly invited to the ceremony. Technically anyone could come, but Maya had specifically told her family that it was “parents only” and just left out the fact that Andy, Sullivan and their kids had attended for Andrew. Although Andrew didn’t even care that his grandparents weren’t present; all that mattered to him were his cousins.

“Andrew, Mommy wants to get some pictures of you. Is that okay?” Maya asked, taking Carina with her as she headed over to the jungle gym where the kids were playing. Carina pulled out her cellphone and handed it to Maya, who was ready to capture whatever smile Andrew gave them. Sometimes he was silly, especially around the twins.

Maya’s reply was a fit of giggling from the kids. She raised an eyebrow at them but apparently didn’t come across stern enough. Andy ended up clearing her throat, which caused Emilia to smarten up. She prompted her siblings to listen and Tanner nudged Andrew, who guiltily turned to his mom. He was only four, though, so it wasn’t too much of a surprise that he took longer to listen.

“Do you want us in the picture Auntie Maya?” Emilia asked, gesturing to herself and her siblings.

“Of course.” Maya let them all strike a pose in front of the playground. She clicked away and let Carina try to make them laugh behind her. Sullivan put an arm around his wife, and they just watched the four kids goof off. After the candid moments of sorts, Maya did get Andrew to pose with a proper smile on his face. The twins ambled over to their parents and though they were getting too big to be carried, Andy held Tanner on her hip while Sullivan scooped up Clara. Emilia stood in front of them and they looked ready for a picture. Maya also seemed to think so, and turned the camera on them. “Smile!”

The Herrera-Sullivan’s smiled like their lives depended on it. “Want me to take pictures of you three?” Andy offered, putting Tanner down.

Maya handed her phone over in answer. “Do you want to sit on my shoulders, Bambino?” That was another one of Andrew’s nicknames, dubbed by his Italian mother. Maya was doing her best to learn Carina’s dialect but still could barely keep a basic conversation. Ten year old Emilia was better than her Auntie Maya, and Italian was just one of the four she was learning. Besides English, all the Herrera-Sullivan kids had been taught Spanish. The twins were just starting German and Italian, while Emilia was half fluent in both. It amazed Maya how quickly kids could pick up another language. Andrew was even interested in Italian, though it was mostly because the twins were learning it. He was a bit of a copycat at four years old.

Andrew held out his arms for his mom to pick him up. Maya hoisted her son over her head and he let out a giggle. Carina smoothed down his small collared shirt and straightened his pants, before turning towards the camera. They all smiled really big as Andy snapped picture after picture. As image after image was taken, Maya couldn’t help but wonder where she would be right now if she hadn’t changed her mind about kids. It had taken quite a lot of convincing from her Italian wife—plus babysitting Emilia and the twins constantly—before Maya felt like she was ready to become a mother. Craning her neck to look at Andrew now, everything made sense. Everything had worked out and Andrew was perfect. Of course Maya was being biased because he was her son, yet she couldn’t help it! It was a parent’s right to think their child was perfect even though sometimes they did things that drove them crazy.

Andrew had a habit of copying everything someone said, for either three sentences or three hours. It was very aggravating and Maya had accidentally raised her voice at him a couple times. He also refused to pick up toys—cancelling his cousins coming over was the only thing that made him do chores at this point. But those were small things and they were part of growing up. Heck, Maya knew she did things that probably drove her wife and son crazy. Maybe by the time Andrew graduated high school, their bad habits would be gone. One could only hope.

“Should we head back to our place now?” Maya asked, pocketing the cellphone Andy returned to her. The families had planned for a sleepover with all the cousins plus ice cream and more treats at home. They only lived a ten minute drive from the preschool.

The happy screams that followed were enough. Andy, Sullivan and their kids left first, giving Maya and Carina a moment alone with just Andrew. Carina didn’t say anything, but enveloped Andrew in a hug, that he returned with a smile on his face. “I’m so proud of you, Bambino. Mamma loves you.”

“Mommy loves you too.” Maya crouched down and opened her arms for a group hug. “We are both so proud of you, Andrew. We always will be. You can always count on us to love you for whoever you become.” Together Maya and Carina would fix the mistakes their own parents made and teach their son acceptance and kindness no matter what. It was only right.

Andrew pulled away from the hug and cupped his moms faces in his hands; first Carina, then Maya. “I love you Mamma. I love you Mommy.” Pause. “Now can we go eat ice cream and play with my cousins?”

Both of his moms let out a laugh. “Yes sweet boy, we can. Today is your day! Are you excited to start Kindergarten in the fall?” Maya got Andrew all buckled up and then began the drive towards home.

“Sorta. Tanner says it’s fun. Clara doesn’t like art but I like art!” Andrew informed them. “I didn’t ask Emmy yet. It’s gooder than fifth grade I bet. Uncle Sully says he’s too old to remember Kindergarten, even though I asked him.” In the front passenger seat, Carina snickered. Sullivan hated the fact that people called him ‘Sully’, especially attached to something as endearing as ‘uncle’. Jack Gibson had taught all the firestation kids what to call everyone to get under their skin just a little. Ever since Andrew had heard his Uncle Sullivan’s nickname, ‘Sully’ was the only name he used. While Sullivan was chagrined about it, Andy loved her nephew for using it to bug her husband.

From the driver’s seat, Maya replied, “I’m sure it is buddy.” In the rear-view mirror, Maya looked at her son and smiled. He was looking more like Carina every day, just with blue eyes. Carina was biologically related to Andrew, conceived with the help of a sperm donor. But he was just as much Maya’s as he was Carina’s, and shared more personality traits with her than his ‘Mamma’. He was smart and caring and worked hard for the most part; just like Maya. He was handsome and sweet and loved life, just like Carina. Though preschool graduation was big, high school graduation was going to be bigger.

Like Andy said before, in eight years Emilia would graduate high school. In twelve years, the twins would follow suit. And Andrew would bring up the rear fourteen years from now. Each time all four adults would cry and wish their babies stayed little for just a while longer. They would marvel over what the kid was like as a baby, as a child and as a teen. Comparing who they were before, and who they had become. Maya knew she wasn’t ready to think about Andrew’s future past Kindergarten, but sometimes she wondered.

Whatever he did with his life, he would be good at it. He would do his best and smile and try to get better no matter what. That was something good Maya had passed on to him. Andrew Bishop-DeLuca was a force to be reckoned with and everything he would one day overcome, would only make him stronger. Though what would never change, would be the undying love and support of his moms. Of his cousins and aunt and uncle. Friends he would meet along the way. Maybe a partner down the road. Andrew was going to love and be loved, that was something Maya was certain about. Even if he was only four years old.

The two families would cheers later, with ice cream cake forks and a small sip of champagne for the adults. They would congratulate Andrew and give him hugs and advice for the future. His cousins would tell him all they could remember about Kindergarten, and Uncle Sully would claim he couldn't remember his days in school, then come up with some crazy tale about his life that had everyone in awe but also giggling. Andy would reminisce about her own kids’ graduations in the past and those to come in the future. Carina would cry more tears and Maya would brush them away like she always did. Life would go on, and things would be okay as long as they remembered they would always have each other.

To new beginnings and new adventures with love always guiding the way.

[holdmybvbeer]

I was tagged by @avenirdelight, @ctolisso, @boysthatgovroomvroom & @goalkepa. Thank you 🥰

1. why did you choose your url?

It's the metaphoric meaning of my actual first name.

2. any side blogs?

Nope.

3. how long have you been on Tumblr?

With this account since 2018. My first account was from... maybe 2010 or something.

4. do you have a queue tag?

#queued (I used to have "#queue-ce que c'est" as my queue tag, but I retired it bc tumblr just wouldn't save hyphens and apostrophes in the tags you've used before 🙃 and I got too lazy to type the whole thing every time)

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

I think I came back to tumblr simply to search for football and tennis photos and gifs? Then I started following football blogs and thought that a lot of the people I was following are really cool and I wanted to be part of this 🥺

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

It's my favourite photo of Oscar. He just looks so happy 🥺 I'm in love.

7. why did you choose your header?

My fave. It's from the night Anto won the Copa del Rey this year with Barça. He was the happiest boy and that idiot didn't take the Barça scarf off his head the entire way back home and I'm convinced he went to bed with it. Good memories.

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Emre throwing Neymar 😂 iconic

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I have no idea??

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890

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195, but I feel like a lot of them aren't active anymore 😔

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What qualifies as a shit post?

13. how often do you use tumblr a day?

Somewhere between once and an embarrassing amount of times a day

14. did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?

I'm here to have fun and I try to make this a good experience for me as much as I can, so I always just unfollow/block people if I don't want to see certain things on my dash or in the tag search. At the end of the day, I'm only responsible for my own content and I don't owe anyone an explanation why I unfollowed or blocked them. In most cases, it's not even that deep/personal for me. I can only remember two fights I had on here in private messages with people that I used to talk to. And that's the only way I fight, in private.

15. how do you feel about the “you need to reblog” posts? like ‘what’s happening in-’ kinda post?

I could write a whole ass essay about this, but maybe this is all you need to know:

16. do you like tag games?

I love tag games! I'm just super forgetful, that's why it sometimes takes me a while to do them or it's been so long that I feel too awkward to do them

17. do you like ask games?

Love ask games!

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

I have absolutely no fucking clue. I mean, I really can't figure out why some very cool blogs are even following me, but at the end of the day, we're probably all just dumbasses.

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

My Amy. @footballffbarbiex 💘

20. Tags?

Not sure who's done this already, but I tag @incelhugochavez, @ayerlind, @amethyst-fox-jv & @penguintransporter. Feel free to ignore.

[winterskywrites]

Supercorp kid is sad beause some people hate her just because she is a luthor. Lena can't help but feel guilty because of it.

Kieran and Astra, legally, both have the last name Danvers. Kara suggested hyphenating, but Lena doesn’t want to saddle anyone else with the last name Luthor, so she refuses to pass it on to her children. Honestly, she’s been considering changing her own last name to Danvers, because she’s not sure that the benefits of being linked to the Luthor brand outweigh the drawbacks. There’s absolutely no reason Kieran and Astra need to have those chains around their necks.

Unfortunately, even though their last name isn’t Luthor, that doesn’t mean they fully escape the anti-Luthor hatred Lena has been battling most of her adult life. Lena remembers that, a guilty churning in her stomach, when Astra comes home crying and Kieran comes home stewing in impotent fury.

“What happened?” Kara demands immediately.

“One of the other kids pushed Astra!” Kieran cries. “And he ruined her experiment!”

“Sweetie?” Lena asks, kneeling in front of Astra. “What happened?”

Astra looks up at her, tears still streaming down her face. “I- I was doing an experiment with some of the different types of leaves,” she explains in a faltering voice. “A-And one of the other kids a-asked what I was doing, and when I told him, he- he s-said-” She bursts into a renewed round of tears and whatever she was going to say is lost in them. Lena pulls her into an embrace and looks over at Kieran.

“Do you know what he said?”

Kieran looks like he wants to punch something. Despite not being biologically related to Kara at all, he’s inherited so much of her drive to help people that seeing his sister like this must be torture for him.

“He called her a freak,” Kieran says. “And he said she shouldn’t be allowed in a normal school. He called her an evil Luthor.”

“Oh, baby girl,” Lena whispers, rocking Astra slightly.

“He pushed her, and he stepped on her experiment,” Kieran continues. “So I punched him in the face.”

“Kieran!” Kara scolds immediately. “We don’t hit people!”

“He hit her first!”

“And did hitting him make any of that any better?”

“It made me feel better,” Kieran grumbles.

“Listen to me, both of you,” Lena says, softly but firmly. Kieran looks over at her, and Astra pulls away enough to look her in the eye. “This isn’t the last time someone is going to judge you by your family. By my family. You know what your uncle Lex did. You’re going to be judged for that for the rest of your life.”

“But it’s not fair!” Kieran protests.

“I know,” Lena says, “but that’s the way it is. And it’s going to hurt, but you can’t let it get to you, and you can’t fight back, not like you did, Kieran. If you attack them, it only proves them right.”

“But I only-”

“Kieran,” Lena says, and Kieran stops immediately. “You need to be better.”

Kieran looks down, scuffing his foot. “Yes, Mom.”

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Lena tells Astra quietly. “I’m so sorry you had to deal with that. I’m so sorry you’re going to have to keep dealing with that. But you’re strong.” She looks up at Kieran too. “Both of you are so strong, and I know you’ll be okay.”

“Kids,” Kara says, “why don’t you go clean up and have a snack? I’ll meet you in the kitchen in a minute.”

The twins obediently head to the kitchen, Kieran slinging an arm around Astra’s shoulders in an attempt to cheer her up, and Kara immediately pulls Lena into a hug. “It’s okay,” she whispers, starting to comfort Lena before Lena even realizes she’s crying.

“They went after our daughter,” Lena sobs. “It’s not fair, Kara, and I hate it.”

“I know, Lena,” Kara says, heaving a heavy sigh. “I know.”

Maybe Lena should look into changing her name with more urgency. People will still make the connection, but with a bit more distance...

She’ll do anything to make sure neither of her children ever come home crying like that again.

[chimerical-caracal]

you say that as a joke but it’s not that far off from reality lol. i had a friend in high school who’s younger brother’s name was craig-liam 

Craig but like greg short for craigory

[daemonmatthias]

1. In addition to the above examples, I have a cis male family member named Shannon. (He's a rather extended family member, but I think his wife is also named Shannon?) I went to middle school with a boy named one of the above examples, but I can't remember which.

2. How can anyone insist that Sasha is a "girl's name" when there's literally a famous male actor named that?? (Sacha Baron Cohen)

3. There's literally a post floating around right now about how people used to be legitimately named things like Grover and Kermit until the muppets. That post is about the cultural impact of the muppets (it appears people stopped naming children that because it'd be weird to name a kid after a muppet), but combined with this, it just makes me think of how Weird and Stupid names are anyway.

4. Speaking of!! Let's not forget that Tumblr is also currently experiencing a surge of memes about virtue names like Temperance and Purity and the ridiculous hyphenated ones. There was a whole era where people named their male children Nothwithstanding and Makepeace.

Names are just made up and naming trends come and go all the time. Just call people what they say their name is; it's not that hard.

it’s actually none of your business or concern if a trans person decides to keep their birth name