#And admiring my babaies

[have-a-good-fucking-day]

... Just some of my favorite panels from the Young Justice (1998-2003) comics.

I have more (because I love these comics so much) so be on the lookout for that.

[haverdoodles]

Adahleni

— (Ellana, Lunen, & Thanuil.)

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“Thanuil.”

His uncle’s voice rumbled through his back, rousing him from his drowsy state. Thanuil tipped his chin back to meet Lunen’s stern gaze, albeit a bit reluctantly – he always found it difficult to stare into his uncle’s eyes for too long.

“Yes, Babai?”

“There is something I wish to show you. Look, here.” From behind his back, Lunen withdrew a magnificent object, unlike any Thanuil had ever seen before. “Do you know what this is?”

“It’s a bow,” Thanuil said pointedly.

Lunen snorted, rolling his eyes. “Such cheek. Yes, I am aware it’s a bow, but do you know it’s significance?” Thanuil shook his head. “I thought not. Here, why don’t you take it? Feel it’s weight. There you are.”

Thanuil blinked down at the bow now resting in his hands. “Why is it so heavy?”

“It is not heavy, you are simply weak.” Lunen retorted. “Gain ten more pounds of muscle, and you will be singing a far different tune, da’len.” He went quiet for a moment. “What do you think?”

Thanuil’s brows furrowed. “It’s very pretty,” he admitted, taking in the swirling carvings etched into the wood. “Is it yours?”

“No. Alhannon is my bow. Thanuil…” Lunen lifted his hands to gently hold each end of the bow, easing some of the strain off of his nephew. “This is Adahleni. Do you know what that name means?” Thanuil shook his head. “‘Friend of the forest’. Thanuil, this bow was your mother’s.”

Thanuil jerked in surprise. “Mamae’s–?”

“Yes, Halanrea’s bow. I managed to salvage it from the bonfire when plague struck our Clan.” Lunen sighed. “I am glad that I did. This is all we have left of her, other than her memory.”

Thanuil barely heard him. He stared down at the bow in an entirely new light, suddenly fascinated by each groove and scratch, each dent and chip. His mother’s bow.

His mother’s bow.

What was she like? He barely remembered. Thanuil had been very small when plague struck Clan Lavellan, taking many of their clansmates. Ellana had told him once that his lack of recollection was a blessing in disguise. Because she was older, she remembered far more of that dark time than he did. Still, a part of him wished he could recall more of his parents, other than just a flash of a smile and the comforting smell of old leather.

And yet here, in his hands, was a physical memory. His mother’s bow.

“Halanrea was a magnificent hunter in our time,” Lunen said, drawing his nephew’s attention. “Few could challenge her mastery of the bow. It was as though Adahleni were an extension of herself. Halanrea could fell any prey, any foe, no matter how great a distance. I admired her skill greatly, growing up.”

“Babai,” a voice said from over Thanuil’s shoulder, startling him. He looked up at Ellana, his cousin, who was staring down at the bow curiously. “This was Mamai’s bow?”

“Yes, da’len.” Lunen replied.

Ellana pointed at the bow grip. “What are those grooves there? I’ve never seen a bow grip like that before.”

Lunen graced his niece with one of his rare smiles. “Sharp eye, Da’mi. That is the next detail I was going to mention. Bohean helped me to salvage it and return it to its former state, but I requested something be added to the grip in the process.” He waited for Thanuil to meet his eyes before continuing. Quietly, he said, “Halanrea’s Life-Braid rests inside.”

The air was punched from Thanuil’s lungs. He quickly ducked his head so that his uncle wouldn’t see the tears welling in his eyes.

It wasn’t just a bow. The most precious piece of his mother was inside.

Life-Braids were one of Clan Lavellan’s oldest and most sacred traditions, second only to the vallaslin. From the moment a babe grew hair, the Keeper would make them a Life-Braid, one that a Lavellan was never to take out for as long as they lived. If a relative died, the Braid was cut in half and a new one was created in their honour. If a clansmate themselves died, their Life-Braid was cut and burned alongside them.

But his mother’s wasn’t burned. It was here, with him, just inches from his beating heart. Thanuil’s hands squeezed the bow so tightly, his knuckles whitened.

A large tattooed hand covered his own, startling him. Thanuil raised his head. Lunen wore an expression Thanuil had never seen before – it was pensive, and sad, and almost gentle in nature.

“One day,” he said very softly, “You will make your first hunt and earn your vallaslin. As soon as the ink is carved into your skin, and you bleed into the earth, you will be named a grown male. When that happens, Halanrea’s bow will be yours.” Lunen’s other hand rose to brush through Thanuil’s tangled hair, and the familial affection in the gesture made his eyes burn.

“You will be a formidable hunter someday, Da’assan.” Little Arrow, a nickname that Thanuil always pretended he hated but secretly loved. Lunen smiled.

“Make your Mamae proud, Thanuil.”

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Note; Life-Braids are my personal headcanon. I won’t pretend to claim complete individuality here, I’m sure someone has already come up with a similar concept. But if you decide to use my Life-Braid concept specifically in your own Dalish traditions, all I ask is that you credit me properly! Thank you! 🤗

[nationalharryleague]

One Day

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: Drunk!Harry Fluff!

Word count: 2K

A/N: Hi all! This is some drunk boyfriend harry fluff that I just love sm. It’s based off of “One Day” by Catie Turner (I highly recommend listening to it!!) More of my writing can be found in my masterlist and I would love to hear what you think in my ask! Thank you so much for reading! 

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Harry was the life of the party when he wanted to be. He knew how to let loose, with a tequila on the rocks in one hand and a beer in the other, ready to party until he (literally) dropped. He always ended up on some sort of elevated surface like a teenage girl, usually a kitchen island or an absurdly expensive coffee table, singing along to whatever music was playing, magically knowing every word to whatever came over the speakers. Sometimes he would get lost in the winding corridors of the massive mansions his friends lived in, taking a wrong turn in his enhibrated state and ending up somewhere he definitely wasn’t supposed to be. There was also one time he jumped off a (thankfully low) roof into the swimming pool below.

But usually, he was calm, cool, and collected; gently sipping on a single drink he would nurse for most of the night. The two of you liked to sit and watch during these parties, his hand settling securely on your waist, keeping you close to him and away from the chaos that unfolded before you. You would curl up on a couch somewhere and just watch it all play out like it was an observational study, often giving commentary and ranking people and their drunk dancing out of 10.

“I feel like we're the mean girls in the corner of the cafeteria who just sit and silently judge everyone around them,” you would giggle, nuzzling yourself further into his side.

“That’s because we are the mean girls in the corner judging everyone around them, sweetheart” he would reply, in a slightly buzzed drawl.

But tonight was not one of those nights. And Harry had ended up standing on top of the dining room table scream-singing ABBA at the top of his lungs.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his dramatic and messy performance. His limbs flailed freely as he wiggled his hips along to the beat of Dancing Queen, singing into a small statue of a naked woman he had picked up off an end table that you assumed to be very, very expensive, like it was a microphone. He wore a pair of high rise denim flares that swayed along with his movements to the music and his white “Women are Smarter'' shirt was now stuck to his body with sweat, just see through enough for his butterfly to make an appearance.

He only came down after a green malaise began to settle over his features, skin slightly clammy and a bit pale. You extended a hand, helping his loopy body down off the table and letting him settle into your side for support once he was on solid ground again. “Let’s head to the bathroom, H,” you said gently, trying to settle the panic that was beginning to crawl into his eyes. “I’ll take care of you.”

Once he got to the beautifully large and extravagant bathroom, he crawled into a small, or as small as the large man could make himself, ball and rested his hot clammy cheeks against the cool marble of the floor. “May have overdone it,” he grumbled from his spot on the floor, holding on for dear life as you were sure the room was spinning for him.

“Ya think?” you teased, immediately feeling a pang of guilt when you were met with a pathetically needy face from him in return. “Oh baby, it’s okay.” You carefully dug through the cabinets, knowing there had to be washcloths somewhere in the lavish room, and once you found one you dampened it with cold water. Settling down on the tile next to him, you pulled him and his sweaty curls on to your lap, wiping the layer of sweat delicately from his skin and then resting the cold cloth on his forehead.

You two stayed in this position for a while, carefully rubbing his back in an effort to sooth the large man and trying to ignore the loud music that was still shaking the house around you. He looked small like this, no longer your giant protector, but like a younger version of himself who just needed someone to take care of him. You were happy to be that person, as he always was for you.

This was the first time you had ever seen him like this. He always managed to know his limits, but tonight he just went off the deep end. He had been working like a dog, constantly in and out of the studio, frustrated that none of the songs he was writing were up to his astronomically high standards for himself. It wasn’t too shocking that he was trying to escape that stress.

Gradually, as he laid on the floor and you held him close, the color came back into his cheeks and he stopped holding onto your legs like the room was about to take flight. When you sat him up against the wall, he was still a bit wobbly, but no longer looked like he was about to unload his stomach contents all over the room.

“How are you feeling now, H?” you asked softly, scanning his face for discomfort or distress as you dabbed the washcloth over his skin.

“’m okay,” he hiccuped back, “jus’ needed a cuddle.” He got exceptionally British when he got this drunk, his accent coming out in a barely distinguishable garble of tall vowels and dropped consonants, his tongue heavy in his mouth.

His eyes fluttered open and closed without rhythm as he looked at you, his light green eyes glazed over with a glassy shine, and his mouth hung open slightly, like he didn’t have the coordination to close it. His pink cheeks were flushed and his skin had a sweaty sheen. His head had rolled off too one side and rested on his shoulder, like his neck had given up on holding his head up, and his arms fell heavy at his sides.

You should have been at least slightly annoyed with him for acting like a college kid, drinking until he made himself sick. His behavior and subsequent need for you to take care of him should have gotten under your skin and caused a bit of anger to bubble up into your chest. But it didn’t. You were just taking care of your man.

“Do you still feel nauseous?”

“‘m a-ok, babay” he said, making himself giggle with his rhyme. His lips lazily curled up into a smile and he dragged a lazy arm up to give the “OK” symbol with his uncoordinated fingers, before the heavy limb dropped back down to the tile beneath him.

“Okay, funny man,” you began sarcastically, planning on instructing to drink the glass of water you had retrieved on your way up to the bathroom, when he cut you off.

“I am pretty funny, aren’t I?” you rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back the loud belly laugh that fell past your lips. He took the glass from you and began to sip, a proud smirk never leaving his lips as he looked at you.

“You were a comedian in a past life.”

“I agree.”

You two were quiet for a bit, Harry drinking something other than tequila for the first time the entire night, and you just admiring him in silence. You let your hand crawl into his, interlocking your fingers together before bringing it up to your lips and pressing small kisses to each of his knuckles. It wasn’t long before his glass of water was finished and he crawled back into your arms, his back pressing to your chest with your arms wrapped securely around his shoulders. Your fingers ran through his still damp curls, initially just to push them up and away from his forehead and eyes, but continued when you heard the little happy mewls coming from him.

“Ya take such good care of me,” he said sloppily with a gentle tone, breaking through the bubble of silence you two had created together.

“I always will.” You pressed a gentle kiss to his salty forehead and settled back onto the hard wall behind you.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You hadn’t been together for long, with saying the “L” word still being pretty new, and still slightly foreign, to both of you. But you meant it when you said it, you loved him, and your body always filled with a blushing warmth when he said he loved you too.

You had met through work when you interviewed him for the magazine you worked at. From the moment you saw those dimples in real life, you were weak in the knees and enamored with him. You hadn’t been trying to flirt, it just happened. And before he left the office, you had a date planned for that Friday. That was 6 months ago now and they had been some of the happiest of your life.

“Will you marry me?”

The question left his lips in his absurdly difficult to understand drawl and it took you a moment to process what he said, but when you did your heart stopped.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to marry him, because you did, but not now.

It was too soon. There was still too much for you to do together, too much still to learn about him, and too much for him to learn about you. You hadn’t even had a serious fight yet; you didn’t know how he dealt with conflict or how you would react to it. You didn’t live together; you didn’t know how your living habits would match up or if they would drive each other insane. You didn’t know how you would deal with him touring being away for so long.

There was just too much you didn't know.

“I will someday.” You spoke gently, trying hard not to hurt his currently fragile feelings. You were now holding his face tenderly, like if you held him steady and close, you could lessen the blow.

“So, no?” he looked up at you with his big puppy dog eyes, feeling guilt punch you in the gut.

“For now. Everything is just going so well right now, we don’t have to mess with it.”

“Jus’ wanna be with you forever,” he said softly and your heart began to melt. He was such a soft person, who felt everything so deeply and with so much emotion. He was a sap, and you loved him for it. You pulled him closer to your chest, pressing soft kisses to his temple.

“And you will be,” you breathed. “Forever will still be there down the line.”

“Why not now?” His lips held an adorable pout and you couldn’t stop yourself from pressing a kiss to them. He tasted awful, like tequila and sweat, but the kiss was loving and sweet as you tried to pour all your love for him into it.

“Because we still have to grow,” you watched the end of his mouth tick up, sure to make some sort of smartass comment about you both being grown already. “We have to grow together,” you finished.

“I guess so,” he mused softly.

“I promise that I will say ‘yes’ when we are ready someday.”

“Someday,” he repeated softly, feeling the words on his own lips. “I’m going to keep asking, ya know?” he smirked up at you, his smile and joking tone signalling that you hadn’t broken his heart, just bruised his ego a bit.

“That’s perfectly okay,” you sighed, a contagious smile finding its way to your own lips. “I’m going to keep saying ‘no’ until we’re ready, ya know?” you teased, using his own words against him.

“One day, I’ll make an honest woman outta ya when you let me.”

“One day.”

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[peggysousfan]

Agent Carter An Au Series

I haven’t posted this series in a while, but before I go away for a few days, I finished chapter 15! Only a small part is from the show...it kind of got away from me lol Enjoy!

Peggy's POV:

Its been over a week, and all ready I'm loosing my nerve; and I think Stephanie senses that. She starts to cry again and Daniel picks her up.

"Aw, come here little sunshine." He lifts her in the air and she starts to laugh an giggle. I look up from the newspaper and can't help but smile.

"She loves you so much, I should be jealous." Daniel looks at me and laughs.

"Nah, you don't need to do that. Does she anjo?" Steph gurgles again and tries to speak.

Over the span of this week and living with Daniel, I've heard him speak more Portuguese to her than normal, and she responds to it; or tries to. I can speak and write in four different languages, but Portuguese isn't one of them; but Daniel has been teaching me phrases here and there. From the way he talks to her I think her first word may not be in English. I look back down at the paper, but I can't stay focused enough and not look at Daniel. Hes soo good with Steph, a part of me wishes he were her father; but every time that thought occurs I try and squash it down. We're just friends and thats how it will stay. But I don't always want it too...

"Hey Peg....?"

"Hmm?"

"Look..." I look up and can't believe my eyes. Steph has grabbed and pulled Daniels shirt so hard shes ripped a piece of fabric off of it.

"Oh my God!" I get up off of the couch and touch his shirt. "I-I'm so sorry Daniel. I had no idea she was that strong yet..." "Its fine." He laughs gently. "I know who her dad is, remember? I doubt it if she'll ever not be stronger than everyone else her age." I shake my head and walk away. I grab him a new shirt and enter the living room again.

"Here." I say. "I still can't believe she did this..I was hoping it would take a least 4 years, not 4 months!" And we laugh. I take Steph from his hands and he starts to unbutton his shirt. "Oh! Uhm.." I look away. "We should probably get going. I need to drop her off with her sitters and then head to work."

"Oh, yeah..uh, right." He changes his shirt quickly and I turn back around; although it isn't quite buttoned all the way. His chest is very toned, and I'm taken back by it. Our eyes meet and I freeze. I know I should feel wrong for looking but...I don't. "I should, uh...probably get ready too. It would be best if we didn't show up at the same time."

"Yes, of course."I say quickly. I grab Stephanie's things and get ready to leave and then Daniel meets us at the door and says goodbye.  

"Bye sunshine, I'll see you later." She reaches for him and starts to fuss, so he kisses Stephs cheek...and then mine. We both freeze this time. "I-I-I'm soo sorry, Peggy! I-I didn't mean to do that! I swear!" He backs away and raises his hands in the air, surrendering.

"Its alright, Daniel." I smile shyly.His eyes are still wide and hes still afraid of what hes done. "Daniel.." I laugh. He sighs but is still stiff. I reach over and embraced him. At first he tenses, and then reaches around and returns the favor. When I release him, hes almost completely relaxed. "Its okay, really. You don't have to worry about it. I know you didn't mean to."

"Good..." He sighs again. I take Steph and head to the Automatt. When we get there, Steph falls asleep and I eat breakfast while looking back at the newspaper. On the radio I hear the 'Captain America Adventure Program' and it infuriates me.

"Angie,  would you mind changing that?" I ask, annoyed.

"Oh you bet" She says as she changes the channel. And then repeats the lines in her own actors voice. "Much better, right?"

"Thrillingly realistic," I say. That damn radio show is as far from the truth as you can get. Angie looks over at Steph and plays with her for a few moments. I love seeing my daughter so happy, shes already surrounded by people who love her. And I fear she may be spoiled rotten when she gets older.

"You moving?" She says, knocking me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, yes. I, uhm... I lost me roommate." After I tell her this she tells me of her first roommate and her she abandoned Angie. She got engaged and married in less than a week, and left Angie alone with the apartment. "You think you know people." She laughs and looks at the places I've circled, and all but throws them away in the gutters. "Well if none of these will work then where do you suggest?"

"The girl from the hall from me just moved out, couldn't hack it I guess. She was always crying to her mother on the hall phone."

"Poor thing"

"Yeah, maybe the first couple of times." I chuckle. "Anyway. Its over on 63rd. But its real safe, lots of great girls. Plus I'd be your neighbor, so thats not nothing."She smiles.

"Oh thats a wonderful idea but I'd hate for you to grow tired of me." She looks at me with a side eyes.

"You don't strike me as the crying on the phone type, English" Well she isn't wrong. It is a lovely thought, but I look over and see Colleen's obituary and then at Steph, and I know it won't be possible. I like Angie, shes a good person and friend, I'd hate for her to meet her fate because of me.

"I don't know, Angie. It may not be possible." She looks at me puzzled. "Will they allow a baby into this apartment complex? Because if they don't then...I won't be able to live there."

"Well how much longer are you babysitting?" At first I was confused, then I remembered; I lied. I lied to everyone that Stephanie was my niece and I was watching her for my sister. No one can know shes my daughter, if they do they may find out who I am and who her father was and use that against me.

"I'm not sure...It may be some time. My,uhm, sister is still away and hasn't gotten back to me on when she'll return."

"Is there anywhere else she can go? That way shes taken care of and you get the apartment."

"I'm afraid not..." I look over at Steph and notice Daniels shirt piece is still in her hand. Shes kept it all morning and held it to her nose. She must like his scent, it makes her feel safe; and I can't agree with her more.

"Thats sucks," I hum in agreement. After a few minutes I finish my breakfast and say goodbye to Angie, and then make my way to Jarvis so he can watch her. The day goes by quickly and I pick up Steph and we head home to Daniel's apartment. Well not, home, home, but...well a place to stay. When we walk inside, I see movement in the kitchen. Mmm something smell delightful. I pick up Steph and carry her to the kitchen to see him.

"Daniel? What is that delicious smell in the-" I stop in my tracks. "Mr. Sousa?"

"Mrs. Carter? Can I help you with something?" He glances between me and the baby, and then our things on the couch.

"Oh, uhm..no. I-I was looking for Daniel, actually. Is he not here yet?" At first he says nothing, and looks at me suspiciously. Odd...

"He is, yes. Hes in his room...changing."

"Oh! Uhm, of course." For several moments the apartment is silent, and Mr. Sousa, thankfully, stops lingering. Did I do something wrong or offend him...? I sit down on the couch and hold Steph, but she doesn't want to calm down. I look through her bag and grab the cloth from Daniels shirt, and she holds onto it, tight, and waves it around. But it doesn't keep her calm for long. "Oh come here poppet." I set her down on my lap and bounce her, but she doesn't settle down. I don't want to shout with Mr. Sousa here...but I'm afraid I don't have a choice.

"Daniel!" I call for him. "Daniel!?" I notice Mr. Sousa peek out and asks what was wrong, but before I can answer, Daniel appears. Thank God.

"Peg? Whats wrong?"

"Someone is very adamant about seeing you." I stand up and hand her over.

"Aww, did sunshine want to see me? Huh?" He plays with her for a few minutes, and while I know his father is watching, I can't help be laugh. "Shes been like this all morning. And look." I point to her hand.

"Is that what I think it is?" he laughs.

"Yes! She refuses to let go of it. I gave it to her after we arrived, and she started to settle down. But once she realized it wasn't you..."

"She started to throw a fit!?" We laugh and she catches on. "You are a sassy little boss, aren't you anjo?" She giggles and snuggles closer to him. "Just like your mother."

"Oi!!" I shove him lightly and we laugh. Steph starts to bounce around and dance in his arms.

"Well look at that. Shes trying to dance!"

"Who is?" Mr. Sousa enters the room.

"Little Stephanie here, is trying to dance." She continues to bob around in he arms and giggle.

"I'm still sticking with my statement from this morning." I say.

"No." Daniel says.

"Yes."

"C'mon Peggy."

"Yes, Daniel! Look at her" I laugh. She leans over and tries to kiss his cheek. "Stephanie Marie Carter! You little traitor." I take her from him and she laughs again.

"I'm just too lovable, babies can't resist me."

"Who told you that lie, son?" I try not to, but I can't hold in my chuckle. I hadn't realized how long he had been watching, but it must have been long enough for his mood to change from standoffish to admiring.

"What? It true. Pete was like that when he was a baby, so was-"

"But that doesn't mean all babaies, Daniel." I laugh again and he glares at me.

"Not funny."

"Well of course it is. Even poppet agrees." She reaches for him again and its the cutest thing in the world. "I've only just got you back and you want nothing to do with me!" Daniel laughs.

"Dinners ready, if...you're both eating." I look back at Mr. Sousa, and then at Daniel; and the reality of the situation his me at once. I'm practically living with Daniel, unmarried, in no romantic relationship, with my child, and his father is unaware of this. But perhaps hes catching on...

"I'd hate to intrude. I don't want to intervene on you father-son dinner." His father tries to speak, but Daniel speaks first.

"Its fine, Peg. Beside, we already had plans for tonight remember? Pai just...showed up unexpectedly. You're not intervening." I nod my head and follow him to the table trying not to ask him what he was talking about. We never made any plans. Of course it was my night to make supper, but...there were no other plans made. What is going on? I don't ask him, though, instead I keep it to myself. We all eat and laugh and have a swell time, but Mr. Sousa, I've noticed, keeps looking at me. At first I thought it was just my imagination, not that I have much of one, but then I caught him several times. I'm not sure if Daniel's noticed, but its starting to make me uncomfortable; and this, he does notice.

"You okay, Peggy?" I look up at him and attempt to smile.

"Yes, Of course." I glance at his father and then back at Daniel, and thats when he notices somethings off. He nudges me leg under the table and smiles, comfortingly, and helps somewhat. Thankfully, everyone finishes and Mr. Sousa starts to leave. He and Daniel have a conversation at the door; but I don't listen. Instead I head off to Daniel's room and feed Steph.

Daniel's POV:

After I got home from work, I noticed my apartment door was unlocked. My first thought was Peggy's here early, then I realized she has to pick up the baby; now I'm worried. I reach for my gun and cautiously walked inside, but it was just Pai.

"Pai! What are you dong here?"I put my gun on the table and walked over to him. He said we haven't had dinner in a while and thats why he was here. I wouldn't mind so much if things weren't so complicated right now. I start to help him with dinner and thats when the joyful mood went down hill.

"So...how have things been with you, son?" I know where this is headed.

"What is it,Pai? You only ever ask me that question in that tone unless somethings bothering you." I set the table and hesitates at first.

"I...I wasn't snooping I swear. But..."Oh no. Peggy's stuff. "I noticed, when I was in your room, looking for the picture album you said you had, that there was... a baby's bassinet and women's clothing in there."

"If you have something to say, then please just do." I'm so done with this conversation already.

"Do you have a family that you've never told me about?" I turn to look at him, and hes upset.

"What? No. Of course not! Its not like that."

"Then what is it like, Daniel? Please explain to me why there are woman garments in your room with a bassinet and baby clothes!?" I look away, grab the counter, and sigh.

"Its not what you think, Pai." He looks at me, waiting. "Its-Its complicated." He laughs drily and crosses his arms. "look, she has nowhere to go right now. What did you expect me to do? Let her live on the street with a baby?"

"So you let a complete strange woman and her baby live in your apartment."

"She not strange...I've known her for over a year now."

"Who?"

"Mrs. Carter. From across the hall. Her roommate...is gone and she can't afford the place by herself and take care of the baby." I explain. He uncrosses his arms and leans on the counter. "I told her she can stay here till she finds a place. And she IS looking. Shes been looking for over a week now." He doesn't say anything after that. Instead he just cooks in silence.

I go to my room and change, and then several minutes later I hear Peggy screaming my name.Turns out is was just Steph wanting to play. She is the sweetest baby in the world, I love her so much. I wish she was mine...But I try not to think about that. I tell Peggy she can stay for dinner, and I know this makes Pai upset, but honestly? I don't care. I saw someone that needed help and I helped. Thats what I was raised to do. Through out dinner things seemed fine, but then I looked at Peggy and she seemed stressed; like something was bothering her. I asked her what was wrong, but she said it was nothing; then she kept looking at dad. So I know something is wrong. I don't know why Pai has a problem with Peggy, but I'm gonna find out. When dinner is over with I see Peg head to my room, probably to feed Steph, and then I head to the door with dad.

"I thought I asked you to be careful with her."

"What?"

"Shes only gonna bring you trouble, Daniel" I take a step back at look at him like hes crazy.

"Pai. What are you talking about? What trouble?"

"I just know things, okay. And she," He points the the bedroom, "isn't going make things easy for you."

"That makes no sense! Peggy's done nothing wrong."

"Its not about what shes done, Daniel. Its about who she really is and the father of that bebê.

"The father of- Pai, How do you even know that!?"

"Watch the film of Captain America during the war. Pay close attention to his compass. And then you'll understand why-"

"I know exactly who Steph's father is, Pai. And I also know the whole story. You don't. Peggy already told me everything and its not what you think it is." He looks at me, taken back. "And as for that compass? He stole her picture from a newspaper without her consent and she knew nothing about it. If anything she hated that he did that." Pai closes his and sighs."And as for trouble? She has none. Shes done nothing but be kind neighbor, great friend, and respectable guest."  

"I-I had no idea."

"Yeah. I kinda put that together." He shakes his head and moves closer to the door.

"I'm sorry, Daniel. I didn't know you knew."

"Its fine, Pai, Just...Know that I know what I'm doing. Or did you forget what my career is? I know things and have ways to figure them out." He laughs at that. He apologizes again and then leaves. I hate that he thought that way of Peggy, but now I understand why she doesn't want anyone knowing the truth; because of this. People will think the same way my dad did, and i know that hurts her. "You can come out now. Hes gone." I say. I turn around and Peggy comes out of the kitchen; she was cleaning up the dishes.

"I-I didn't mean to-"

"Its fine, Peg. You're a spy. Its kind of a habit to listen in, and its not easy to break." She laughs.

"Still, I'm sorry."

"Its okay. I told him what he needed to hear. And of course, not everything, out of respect for you, but.. yeah."

"I appreciate that." She walks closer to me.

"Wheres Steph?"

"I put her down for bed. She was quite tired after she ate." I nod my head and look at her again. "I know you don't mind it, us being here, but after watching and listening to your father...I know we should be going soon. Before you say anything, Daniel, we have to. I may have found an apartment, but theres a problem."

"Whats the problem?" I crutch over to her and she looks down at the floor. "Peg? Whats the problem?"

"I... I can't take Steph with me." She finally looks up at me, and there are tears in her eyes. I reach out and wipe away the ones that already fell.

"Is there anywhere else? maybe-"

"Not really. No. Well, Stephs sitters offered me a room for us to stay in, but..I can't very well go on living from one friends home to another. It isn't right."

"And thats your only option? Nothing else?"

"Theres not. Everywhere I look won't work. My only plausible option is this...Hotel for women but..."

"You can't have a baby with you."

"Daniel I don't know what to do." She turns around and sits on the couch. "Your fathers right. I'll do nothing but cause more trouble if I stay. But I can't leave my daughter! I barely see her as it is, let alone let her live somewhere else. I have no family here and there is no where for us to go!" She buries her head in her hands and I lean over and place my arm around her shoulder.

"Its okay, Peg. We'll figure something out. You won't have to give her up or make her live anywhere else. I promise." She leans back and into me, laying her head on my shoulder, and nods. God this is so unfair, I hate that she has to go through this. I squeeze her shoulders and she looks up at me. I didn't think this through...Don't lean in, Daniel. Don't. Lean. In. She looks up into my eyes, and then glances at my lips, or at least I think she did. Am I still breathing? I think shes leaning in. Dammit. I turn away and she clears her throat. "I don't think its a bad idea."

"What isn't a bad idea?" She asks, leaning away.

"Staying with the sitters. I mean if the house is big enough." She takes a deep breath and lets it out. "If you don't want to stay there for too long, just let 'em know it'll be temporary and that you're looking for somewhere else in the mean time. Besides, its less of a distance you have to go for them to watch Steph while you're at work."

"You're right. Its just..." She stops mid sentence and shakes her head, as if laughing her thought off.

"What?" She shakes her head again. "Come one Peg, tell me."

"Its just that...I like being here, with you." Her voice is so low I can barley hear it. "I-I like that we get to see you everyday,and Steph acts as if she'll die if she doesn't see you the second she comes through that door." We laugh. "It feels good here, and I-I... I suppose I don't want that to end." Well I wasn't expect that much honesty.

"We still see each other at work." I say

"I know, but...Its not the same. Here we laugh more and more everyday. I've never felt this happy before. Not even as a child did I enjoy myself this much." She looks at me and smiles fondly. "But at work, we can't do that. We have to keep up a front and keep those parts of our lives separated." I sigh in defeat, not knowing what to say. "But once we move she'll see you less often, and I know that will break her little heart...and mine." I almost didn't here the last two words, and it takes me a minute to really understand what she said.

"Hey..." I try to get her to look at me but she refuses. I lean over and pull her in for a hug, and she doesn't let go. "We'll figure something out, Peg. I promise. I'll be apart of both of your lives as much as I can, and for as long as you want."

"So...an eternity?" She laughs.

"If thats what you want. Then yeah." I laugh this time. We break apart and she starts to head to bed.

"I'll talk it over with them, if they're serious about us staying with them for a while. At least until I can find something more permanent." I nod and she reaches over and kisses my cheek. "Goodnight, Daniel." I reach out and hold her hand for a second.

"Goodnight, Peggy."

[windchimchim-blog]

100 reasons to love kang younghyun

i was inspired by this really good hanbin post i read.

(lot of win, man in a movie, pocket live and fancam references)

*with the widest grin on my face, i will proceed to type this.*

1. His love and appreciation for each member’s talent and genuine appreciation for them, especially on radio shows(hongkira)

2. His unfailing ability to describe loneliness and solitude perfectly with his lyrics.

3. That one pre-debut cover of gd’s butterfly

4. his dimples

5. “NOT Brian. Who is BRIAN?!”

6. grey hair, i’ll say no more

7. “MURUGESO BABAY!”

8. That one radio-cam of him jamming to Baek-ah-yeon’s song. with her. in the studio. 

9. “BOOM!!”

10. Him getting all flustered on ASC when Dreamcatcher sang im serious(”my favourite group”)

11. “She called me to her hotel room”

12. “Yess, good morningg”

13. every single time younghyun has ever rapped hunt while treating a HEAD BAND as if it were a BLINDFOLD.

14. his dimples.

15. “wh-wh-whAt is in your bAg?”

16. him imitating dowoon on a vlive while watching a jaesix vlog

17. while we’re on dowoon, his genuine adoration for the maknae like you can SEE it in his eyes it’s beautiful

18. that one fanmeet photo of him in the harry potter merch really buttered my beer

19. The broccoli hair yes in this house, we apprec8 that

20. while we’re on that,the HEYJUDE COVER.

21. His ability to take on a million ranges vocally, take incredible falsettos, and also sing from the gut fascinates me

22. jaehyungparkian.

23. “i’ll try harder to be like young k”

24. “i wish i nEver knEW you bABy”(the english rap it ended me.)

25. “knock you with my punchlines” WIN era younghyun, best younghyun

26. “TORONNO, KANADA”

27. that one fantaken photo of him with the sipper and multi-coloured hair and a denim jacket and a guitar on his back.

28. the be lazy pocket live but hold up, the behind the scenes of that where he’s sweating(ah the struggle to be sexy)

29. the “what can i do” pocket live. i think about that a lot.

30. everytime he’s ever done the nose scrunch.

31. that one gif of him rolling up his sleeves to reveal !!! his biceps !!! boi!!!

32. Blood rap translation. bye

33. mathletes dance compilation.

34. him dancing to gashina and literally  pelvic thrusting in everyone’s faces

35. oh oh that fancam of him dancing to “all that i have” and doing that back thing. you know what im talking about 

36. “JOUUA”

37. BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAMBAMBAMBAM. (what can i do live bass vocals by one and only kang younghyun!!)

38. wooyoung exposing drunk k “why do you fucking do this to me, hyung” i love him

39. “why am i alone?” every time i hear him sing that line, i get chills. pure art.

40. “yg get an attitude”(he dropped it like it’s hot)

41. youngfeel.

42. while we’re on youngfeel, him replying to a tumblr ask saying “love wonpil” is a goal for 2018.

43. hungry k(”best part of songwriting is breakfast, lunch and dinner”)

44. that one video of jae and young k using the jyp card and young k squealing-”it’s not our money, it’s not our money eehehe!!!!!!!”

45. his rap in congratulations. i c o n i c

46. him mouthing “sarangeul haetdaa” when hongki played love scenario. im an ikonic and  a my day and this was just the most satisfying thing ever

47. every. single. part  he has in man in a movie. it’s all us young k stans ever think about.

48. his relationship with terry. terry we love you.

49. pre-debut video of young k falling off the stage while performing. rip his ego

50. his rings. p l e a s i n g 

51. that one baby pink shirt he wore on hongkira while promoting I loved you

52. a fancam of him doing the whole “yess, good morning” thing, and the mic falls down

53. the video of day6 performing man in a movie on nct’s night radio and johnny looking at young k in complete and utter amazement.  same, johnny, same.

54. him describing the percentage of alcohol in their drink on a rooftop live and the giggling about it and yelling “we gon’ get craaazyy”

55. HIS COVER OF BAD DAY. NOBODY DID IT BETTER.

56. the arirang avatar thing where he wore a hanbok and the headgear too. ded.

57. his appreciation for good music. he’s really out there listening to neon trees, arctic monkeys, lauv and daniel powter

58. the beginning of a day6 moments video where  he’s singing i like you but effortlessly and it should be funny but yet again, im just very impressed none of those notes are falsettos

59. when he danced to knock knock and then got all shy. my boy knew ALL the steps :‘)

60. when he forgets lyrics while busking and makes shit up. priceless.

61. on his solo live, when he made that song about soy sauce and dipping meat in it and it being delicious to the tune of what can i do. istg younghyun what can you not do

62. his business administration windbreaker

63. in general, his love for business administration lmao i love him

64. his efficacy and will to get good grades even while touring

65. his dubsmashes and that baby sound one in particular

66. “I GOT TACOS”

67. his vibratos in songs. they’re like a separate entity altogether. we’ve got young k’s beautiful versatile voice, then we’ve got his vibratos. right there, on a pedestal.

68. that one fantaken picture of him at the recent thailand concert where he’s wearing a blue shirt and hugging himself(?) idk it’s cute his cheeks are full , he looks happy :’)

69. when he loses his shit during “sing me” in concerts and just vibes with the crowd. best.

70. kang younghyun’s DayDreaming. pre debut. go listen to it if you haven’t. rightnow.

71. the thumbnail of the last third degree video. young k with terry. it’s the look on his face. the innocence. i melt

72. his relationship with people around him and friends. it’s so cool and he literally leaves no stone unturned while thanking his friends :’) (KMESS4LYFE i c u)

73. i don’t say this enough but the lyrics of all alone. younghyun’s part. “i wish someone would hug me and tell me i’ve worked hard when i came home”. come here bby i’ll hug you you’ve worked so hard.

74. kang younghyun’s eyes.

75. him in a black cap and earrings and a white tee.a look.

76. “someone pls teach me how to tweet” 

77. him forgetting his own collab song with jimin on a live broadcast of ASC

78. him admitting in a concert that he’s felt like running away at times and he’s here only bc of the fans’ love for day6. im not crying u r

79. this one tumblr post of him growing up thru the years it’s like an ‘evolution of his smile’ post it brings me to tears

80. his habit of repeating something someone says if he finds it amusing

81. him opening a bottle of beer for dowoon

82. the look on his face when my days are singing man in a movie from start to finish without any percussion or bgm. an in a movie. a song he wrote. a b-side track.

83. the way he says bye to the camera swaying from side to side

84. when he was a total sport and jammed to b.i spitting freestyle rap in his face(WIN)

85. “noo. nooo he’s lying. i beat him i hit himm”

86. “YOU ARE MY DAY!”

87. the aaa falsetto at the end of that part^^

88. his verse at the beginning of “i would”. i think that’s what he’d sound like in the morning.

89. he’s just so humble. he literally writes the lyrics we all love so much but never misses an opportunity to commend everyone’s talent “i get the most ideas but jae has the best ideas”

90. “young k has maximum experience when it comes to girls. he knows what warms a woman’s heart”. lmao i agree

91. him singing “oh wonpil you play the piano so well” at the end of a pocket live

92. the fact that he was dating in canada without his parents’ knowledge and that’s where he gets the inspiration to write songs from. idk it’s adorable

93. his borderline jazz version of pouring in a pocket live. i hear you jazzy rhythmic finger snaps

94. his smirk when he does the “aah” part in “what can i do”

95. his awe and admiration for his dongsaengs like he’s genuinely in love with how talented the the stray kids boys are

96. “i ask people to call me young k bc as young k, i can make up for the inadequacies of brian. brian is weak.” this is why i often stick to young k now. yeah it’s fun to joke around but maybe he dOES feel more emotionally and mentally adequate as young k. maybe he feels more empowered or stronger and i don’t want to invalidate that. it takes courage to say what he said in front of a crowd.

97. just the stuff he’s gone through and how strong he is. he’s overcome so much. brave and powerful.

98. the fact that he doesn’t ever fake it with his lyrics, he remains true to his music and so does the rest of day6. stan day6.

99. he’s so interactive with fans and always wants to see us happy. you could say your fav idol does that too but this really IS why i love younghyun

100. the final reason is just because he lives. he lives despite all the obstacles that were probably thrown at him, and i respect and adore that. the way he makes us feel a little less lonely with words that he’s penned out of his own sorrow. the selflessness. i am lucky to listen to songs he has written and day6 has sung. he’s a beautiful human who deserves all ALL the love :’)

thank you for reading, my dudes

[onepiecereactions]

One piece thread #1  Most badass

Not in a speacial order. Just for fun, don’t take it too serioulsy. 

-ROGER 

Let’s go ruin the world babay 

He used Shanks for cleaning his clothes. 

Fucks the game just by smiling. 

Everyone talk of him even 20 years after his death. 

-NEWGATE 

Because 1 or 2 children is too mainstream 

Die standing up because he even fuck Satan

One punch and you will cry your mama 

Even Shanks was not really okay when he met him.

-SHANKS 

Random walk in a war in short pants and sandales

Even Sengoku and Akainu shut their mouth when he speaks 

Ate the badass badass fruit. 

Mess with Kaido sometimes. And just after, stop a war. 

-MIHAWK

Could kill Shanks but nah he is too stupid for him

too great to be associated to an armless carrot

Nearly killed zoro with a butter knife. Oops

Destroys ships when he gets bored.

-KAIDO 

Eats supernovas and admirals for breakfast

Likes to jump off 10 000m because why not

Use Eustass Kidd has his mascot

-TEACH

Steal others devil fruit because one is too mainstream

Eats Whitebeard commander for breakfast

-AKAINU

Eats Ace for breakfast

Eats Newgate at lunch time

Likes to destroy Aokiji leg when he is bored 

-BIGMOM

Thousand of children because 1 is still too mainstream

Eats even human

Marrying his children just so she can have more wedding cakes.

-GARP

Will fuck Akainu during his sleeps

Best grandfather ever

Everybody find him stupid but everybody dreams of having him as a grandfather

Named his son Dragon???

-MARCO

Because being a simple bird is too mainstream

Will eat Teach with barbecue sauce

Looks like a pineapple but Shanks still wants to fuck him.

-FUJITORA

Can clean your room in 5 seconds

This world is shit, don’t wanna be a part of it

Fuck you Akainu

-LAW

Cuts mountains in two because he can.

Likes to steal others heart. 

He also stole my heart. 

[yourstraycat]

Intro: Painfully Shy

Some things are just much better written down and let out. Hence, I am starting this blog, for my own self-reflection and to anyone else who wants to read; for whatever reason. Who knows, that the things I say here can be beneficial to you in some way. I always admire bloggers who can write their feelings and opinions out so passionately and honestly, giving people a wider view of this world and the people living in it, in a way that makes us rethink and reflect about our own behavior and ideas about things, and inspires us to make changes in our lives. It also made me feel that i am not alone, that there is somebody out there who feels the same way as what I am feeling, or have experienced the same situation before.

I was writing my Personal Statement for my UCAS application few weeks ago, and I finished it overnight. I read it back (of course a zillion times), before submitting it, and compared it with my first Personal Statement 2 years ago (which I finished after 1000 drafts and 1000 meetings with sir ray), and i was amazed at the difference, at the same time laughing at how fake I was 2 years ago talking about teamworking skills and whatever shit. I have no idea how UEA accepted my application, i swear it screamed bullshit at every word. 

This year’s Personal Statement, I wrote down about how I grew up always being academically successful, and then wrote about my downfall this year (with several indications of my resentment towards myself, yep) I sounded more like a real person this time. (but of course I had to exaggerate whatever big named competitions I joined to make them wow a bit but yea)

To those who don’t know me; I am a horribly, painfully, shy person. And I have always hated myself for having this trait, especially after entering university. Of course, growing up always being the high-achiever, I challenged myself further by entering a demanding course that I knew will hit me hard in the core of my brain, and also challenge the shy-person me. A big part of it is also because of how much I wanted to change the person who I am that I hated so much, and how much I wanted to feel more purposeful to people. Or maybe I was hoping that if I can gain more ‘knowledge’ from the course, I will finally be able to feel like I can have more control of my own thoughts and behaviour. Being the youngest in the family of 8, I always think that whatever I say or do will be wrong because my other siblings, and other people generally, are more experienced or more knowledgeable (usually due to age). Hence, I have lived 20 years of my life following what other people do, or what other people want/tell me to do, and so believed that I am not able to (or don’t need to) look at things differently or have my own say/thoughts. I do believe this has significantly impaired my self-development, limit my confidence, built up my social anxiety and so I always feel unassertive on whatever I say, feel, think or do. 

Although, I understand that this is not all that there is, there are +++ other bigger factors, of course. I do not entirely blame my surroundings or anyone for who I have become. More than anything, I have blamed myself a little bit too much to the point that I have built an amount of vulnerable resentment towards myself.

I do not intend to make this blog a series of stories of how painfully awful I hate myself, but hopefully in my future posts I can explore my feelings/situations more and gain a better understanding of how l can work around myself and be more accepting of who I am and that there will always be differences between me and another person, big or small, whether I like it or not. 

You don’t always have to follow a map that you’re given. Retrieve what you can understand from the map, always look around your surroundings as you go, from there, you can make your own map -- Rai’s metaphor tings 2017

**All feedbacks/suggestions are welcome and are very much appreciated! You can do so anonymously through tumblr or https://curiouscat.me/254998554

Thenks evry1 dis is Rai reporting from Norwich 26/07/17 at 2:01AM Babai

[zanemau65]

Here some more trash cause I'm an idiot and this is my death

Faiths pov

I get out of my car to see my mom and dada kisssing bleh." Get a room love birds" i yelled,"Aww but i thought you shipped up" my mom says with a smirk." Shut up mom,that was 6 years ago and i am 18 now im not like aphmau ok" i spoke maturly."oh really,OMG IS THAT A BABY" my dada yells." WHERE LE BABAY" i say sounding like aphmau."pfttt haha and you say your not like aphmau" my dad spoke.Oh he messed with the wrong child.I tackle him too the ground and sit on his back" wow aphmau was right you are a little nugget"." Guess it runs in the family" a voice behind me spoke.I turn around to see my brother zach ugh."Hello brother" i say trying to mimic my dad."Daaww hows my little sis" He say doing an impression of our uncle." Were the same age dingbat" i say."yeah but im older by a minute"he said."so i at least know how babys are made"i said lifting my head to look proud."ok ,DAD MOM WHEN DO WE LEAVE"he yelled like he was five."HOLD ON IM STILL STUCK UNDER YOUR SISTER" he yelled under me.I snickered a little and got up and saw him crawl away like a bug."ok to go to the shipping street of queen aphmoo"i said sounding like a snobby queen.I made zach laugh a bit and afterwards we piled into the car.

Le Timeskip Brought To You By Elmo

Aphmau's pov

Ok stuff is set now when should we go to ikea.I hear a car and truck pull up the street to the vaccent house.I walk outside too see who they are and there he stood king of cupcakes himself.I run up and tackle him,"ugh not again faith get off me"he yelled haha this is going to be fun"No cause im zane and im a fat little nugget"i said doing my impression of him.He tured around with an unamused face and said" aphmau get off me i already have faith doing this so get off"i looked at him and said"But mooom i dun't want tuuuuuu" as soon as i finished he pushed me off.I get up and help him up" so what brings you to lovers lane huh"i said looking at zane and zanna."well our house blew up like yours so same as you"zanna said."And because i didn't want to share a room with this pig"faith said pointing at her brother,Wow they are just like zane and garroth."hey it's not like your a pain too,always cleaning my perfect messes"zach said."YOUR SUCH A PAIN","IT'S LIKE YOUR THINKING MESSES COULD KILL YOU"and there is where it's diffrent, they can fight better than ether of them."FAITH ZACH HEAL"zanna yelled.They stopped and sat down in front of her respectfully."I told you two to stop fighting until we unpack that was all i asked"she said sounding disapointed."sorry mommy"they said.Ooo someone in trouble.

Josh's pov

I walk down the street to see some new people moving in and the most beutyful person in the world sitting at the feet of her own mother.I soon see my mom talking to the family and laughing at what the mom said.I walk up to them and my mom notices me and introduces me,"Guys this is mine and aron's son Josh"I wave to the girl and her family.The  Dad i prusume starts talking and introduces his daugter to me"Nice to meet you this is faith,zach,and my wife zanna".I shake hands to be polite and i say goodbye and walk to the store.Man i think im in love.

Zach's pov

Oh i know that look, josh gots a crush on my little emo sister.Oh this is perfect to tease her about."Someone has an admirer~"i said as i bug her."Shut up,zacky"She said useing my baby name,Oh it is on."at least i have a girlfriend"I said."Your phone doesn't count dork"she said,darn she got me there."Kids come on grab your stuff and go pick out your rooms"Mom said.I grab my stuff and race to the brightest room and start making it messy enough for me,                                   ahh nothing better than a fresh mess.

Faith's pov

Ugh of course he would make a mess right away.I walk twords the darkest room and start decorating it.I place a photo of my best friend amelia on my desk and start putting my clothes in my closet."hey sis why don't you go talk to you boyfriend"my brother said making "kissy faces"."Why don't you go make out with you phone,Since it's your girlfriend she wouldn't mind"i said,oh he's gonna need ice for that burn."Well at least i can still hangout with my friends"he said mocking me"."SHUT UP ZACH,GET OUT OF MY ROOM"I yelled and trough a book at him"Ok ok JEEZ"he said dogeing the book and running to his room.I guess he is kinda right i have no one to hangout with anymore so i should go find some,This is going to be hard since im like my dad.WELP to go find friends after i get something to eat.I walk downstairs and to the kitchen and grab an apple and walk outside and go to aphmau's house."Aphmau can i talk to you"I said as i knocked on the door."Yeah faith,What do you want to talk about"She said,"How do you make friends"I said really emberresed. She squealed and brought me inside and sat me down.What did i get myself into."OK to make friends you need to be nice and go outdoors with out your hoodie"She explained,"Um sorry you said what"i said surprized at her words."I said go outside without your hoodie"She said giggling,"Sorry but no im not doing that"I said flatly."Come on whats the worst thing that could happen"She said smiling.I look at her and take off my hood to show a tiny halo and smol horns,"thats why"I said."Thats ok there are other ways to make friends"she said smiling like a maniac."like what" i said getting excitted,"To my computer"she said and ran upstairs.I folow her and see her on a purple computer,"Ok lets go to tumblr,Wattpad,and facebook"she said typing.She opens up tumblr and sets an account for me." ok there you should be good so go ahead and make internet friends" she left and let me do my own thing on her computer."ok lets do this faith'to make friends".

This is shit kill me