#Chidren's day wish

[rivenvictors]

Name: Riven "Riv" Victors Occupation: Book editor Age: 32 Sexuality: Bi Species: Witch (minor coven — Circle of the Reverie) Hometown: Columbus, Ohio Relationship Status: Single Personality Traits: sarcastic, lazy, daring, forgiving, insecure, sly

Biography (tw: violence)

"Do you believe in magic, Riven?"

He was only six, when the word magic ignited his soul. Set it aflame — just like that look in his mother's eyes. Burning with something wild, something that couldn't be tamed. A magician pulling a bunny out of his hat, the size of his fist — something his father used to dress as, for one of his birthdays. The whole crowd of small chidren gasped and clapped and gathered around the man who tought them how to juggle later that day. Tossing oranges into the air was the only magic his father's ever known.

Yet Riven's never had his father's eyes.

He was born out of something else entirely. His mother's child — her very own protégé.

And she treated him as such, even when he was too young to know what holding such power even meant. Did he ever stop to question his own mother's sanity? No, never. She could do no wrong in his childlike gaze. But man who's fallen from their pedestals liked to drag the rest to muddy waters, and when his chid no longer felt liks his, the magician prepared for his greatest act. A dozen swords, long and sharp, a woman inside a box, and a boy who's never known violence until this day.

"Do you believe in magic, Riven?"

He did not speak for a year. When the woman who introduced herself as his aunt took him in, she believed he's gone mad. The old woman was not a blood relative, but a friend of his mothers. A familiar face in that coven of people he did not know, nor wished to.

Troubled, and always lightning a match where even a spark would be too much, Riv found his voice within the next couple of his teenage years. He found more than just his voice. He found the flame to his matchstick hands. And Aaron — he didn't mind the burn.

Riv often wondered when that magical click happened; when a stranger turned into something worthy of knowing, when an acquaintance turned friend, then a friend turned lover. He wondered where the line was and how certain people managed to cross it without his permission.

When his magic found shelter within his, and how exactly was it that when he wielded the shadows of illusion, it was Aaron's magic that gave them voice. The dreams that boy who watched his mother's flame dry out, created were now alive — more real than they've ever been.

Not a soul asked him, if he believed in anything anymore. Not magic, or love, or the meaning of life. He was too old to answer silly questions. But if someone wanted to talk about magic less, and witness it's madness more, he'd gladly sneak inside their minds and show them.

Headcanons

Riven has heterochromia, which explains why one of his eyes is blue, and the other brown.

Scars cover his entire back, from a time when his father was still around.

No one has ever died in his hands. Rivan could never bear the thought of it. His magic could threaten and burn, and wound but he'd never take it as far as to suck the life out of somebody.

Wanted connections

THE DREAM REALM / Witches from his minor coven — the circle of reverie. The coven has been created by a group of close female friends, and eventually their children. They would've spent their childhood together and worked on their magic from a very young age.

MY SHELTER / His mother who he believed had died. She has been stripped of her magic powers and turned into a vampire. The former witch would've tried to reconnect with her coven, yet they turned her away and never told Riven, she was even still alive, in one form or another.

MY FAVORITE GAME / Although Riv had never killed anyone, he loved to toy around with humans. Invading their minds and senses, tormenting them for the fun of it.

FOES/ALLIES/FELLOW WITCHES/

[lifecarelogistic]

Happy Chidren's Day 2022 | Wishes

Happy Children's Day" is the most wonderful day in a child's life. Every year on November 14th, India honors Children's Day to celebrate the anniversary of Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru, our first Prime Minister. He had a special love for children, and they continue to think of him as Chacha Nehru.

https://www.lifecarelogistic.com/

[advacademy]

Happy Children's Day 2022

Each child is a unique flower, and when they are all together, they transform this planet into a wonderful garden. Happy Children's Day!!

[ladygreene13]

Since his lifelong wishes and decisions are about to be thrown out the window, here goes a compilation of all the times King Viserys, the Dragon, the Law, publicly stood up for and reaffirmed Rhaenyra and her children as his rightful, legitimate, heirs, over the course of almost two decades, including his last day. Mostly for my own sanity.

1. "I, Viserys Targaryen, first of his name, King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm do hereby name Rhaenyra Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone, and heir to the Iron Throne", to his entire court & realm, occasion in which the Lords of the seven kingdoms all bent the knee and accepted Rhaenyra as future Queen. No objections for the following 20 years.

2. "There will be no loss of station" to Lord Lannister and every one of his guests, while celebrating the name day of his first born son.

3. "Your interests no longer align with those of the realm. Your judgment has been compromised", to Otto, his hand and most trusted advisor, when he fired him for trying to stain Rhaenyra's reputation.

4. “Surely, Lord Corlys, you are not proposing the Targaryen dynasty end with my daughter simply because she is a woman?" to Corlys and Rhaenys, reassuring that no matter what, Rhaenyra would sit the Iron Throne and her and Laenor's first born child after her.

5. The time he kindly asked Alicent not to commit treason and stop disrespecting Rhaenyra's children and questioning their legitimacy, after a long analogy about horses and how it doesn't matter what said children look like. Cause they are still the heir's children.

6. The time he not so kindly asked Alicent - who clearly disobeyed a direct order from her king and was yet again spreading treasonous accusations and poisoning even his chidren with them - and everyone else who might be questioning the legitimacy of the heir's sons, to stop doing so. Or they would be punished for their crimes. Because it is a crime.

7. "I do not understand why petitions are being heard over settled succession" to all the present in the farse that took place last episode, when King Viserys yet again reaffirmed Lucerys as a Velaryon, heir to Driftmark and his true born grandson (and therefore his brothers). And also condemned Vaemond for treason after he disrespected them and Rhaenyra, and questioned his decision in making her his heir.

+ Bonus

My only child

Message heard loud and clear, my King. You exhausted the topic. I think it would be difficult to misunderstand that

[attackfish]

(Take 2!) please, if you have time, some headcanons about an au where Ozai decides to screw Zuko over even more by populating his ship with Junior Corps members of the fire nation army aka new recruits between 13-17 years of age instead of experienced navy officers. Literally Iroh and Lieutenant Jee are the only adults on board this floating disaster and the fire nation uses child soldiers and it’s terrible.

I love everything about this prompt? Sometimes I joke that my AUs are just finding new ways to torture Zuko, and this, this is perfect. You know how when there's someone who just has too much in common with you, and you just can't get along? This is why I hate Ozai. We both just like torturing Zuko too much to get along.

1. The Fire Nation military does not officially allow in recruits below the age of sixteen. And they are, for the most part, excellent at filtering out the odd teenaged street kid or peasant who thinks the military can't be any worse than their current life. Indeed, the Fire Nation tut tuts about those barbaric Earth Kingdom people (and later Southern Water Tribe people) who put their children in battle. How could they put their chidren in danger that way? This is why they need to be conquered! This logic completely disregards that it is the Fire Nation conquest that puts the children in danger, and that it is a privilege the Fire Nation enjoys that they can keep their children out of harm's way. This is what makes it so shocking when Ozai sends his son and daughter into the war along with two other noble girls. I'm willing to bet that if Azula's luck had run out and there had been disaster, and Azula had been hurt or killed, things would not have gone well for Ozai.

2. It's one of Ozai's generals who inadvertantly gives Ozai the idea. He mentions that since a new munitions plant went into operation, there has been the usual uptick in adolescents trying to enlist from the region, but they have been diverted to the coal mines instead. Ozai says, hey, I would like some of those teenagers. Only boys, please. Yes, I have a plan for them. The fact that the general develops dire suspicions as to what Ozai might want with a couple of handfuls of teenage boys, suspicions which are even worse then Ozai's actual plans, goes entirely over Ozai's head. He merely requests only boys because he wishes to forestall any procreation on the part of his son in his soon-to-be exile, which might complicate the succession.

3. It takes some time for the teenagers, remarkably fortunate to be diverted from the coal mines, to arrive. This means that Ozai has to delay kicking Zuko out for a little while. He doesn't mind that much, because Zuko is unconscious and then feverish, and therefore less annoying than usual. This is extremely convenient of him, possibly the most convenient Zuko has ever been in his life. Anyway, Ozai claims his reasons for delaying Zuko's banishment are humanitarian, to give him time to recuperate in the palace, under the care of the royal physician. This is an excellent excuse, since to most people it's plausible, some people even think it'd magnanimous, and at the very least, to some, it makes him look less like a shit father.

4. Yeah, Iroh's not buying it. He knows something's up. Awakened from his grief-sunk stupor, he assumes the worst and sits by Zuko's bed day and night in order to prevent an assassination. Ozai sneers at this, and tells Iroh that if he is so concerned, he can share Zuko's banishment. Iroh thanks him kindly and accepts. Ozai was not expecting that. He thought he was going to have to force that particular solution to the inconvenience that is his older brother. Iroh's place at his nephew's bedside has another result, which is that he is there to witness Azula saying her last goodbyes to her brother. He is feverish and hallucinating, and Iroh fears for his life, even without an assassination. But Azula laughs at her brother, and gloats scornfully. Iroh doesn't know which is more troubling, the laughter itself, or the traces of something darker underneath.

5. Zuko is, still in shock, still in pain, able to walk up the gangplank onto the ship that will carry him into exile, on his own two feet. Iroh hovers, a hand on his shoulder, but Zuko manages it. But his eyes are glazed as he is welcomed by his new crew. It is up to Iroh to peer into those faces and see a crew comprised of children, to be led by a child prince.

[hiddenonigiri]

the zodiac and their parents part 3: climbing the social ladder

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 : a three part exploration of the zodiac’s and their relationship with their parents

i was reading the fruits basket wiki just earlier, and it got me thinking: I would have loved to learn more about the parents of the sohmas. of course we get a focus on some of them, but most of them are only through the lense of the zodiac members themselves. however, taking away the more emotional side of the story and considering in general the curse that not only the zodiac members live with, but their families as well, there are so many layers that exist that are worthy of discussion.

momiji mentions how the curse causes mothers (or generally parents) to either reject or become overprotective/overbearing with them. going through the zodiac,  here’s my personal take on the zodiacs parents, their relationship with their kid...

... and for some, their relationship with akito - because the nature of having a zodiac child means being “accepted” into akito’s inner circle.

while momiji had mentioned two spectrums, i can’t help but think there was three instead, with this third one representing the parents who were loyal to akito more than to their own family, and saw their children as more of a way for them to get high positions within the sohma family. in the past, i talked about how being the parents of a zodiac member probably meant a lot of benefits in exchange for their child being pretty much akito’s “property”, and the parents in this part are who i think exemplify and took advantage of this the most.

- the one who exemplifies this the most is definitely ayame/yuki’s mother - in particular because of yuki. we see it clear as day, she “sold” yuki over to akito as a plaything, as a way of climbing the sohma social ladder. to be fair, we are told giving birth to the rat is a great honor, as the rat is the closest to god. yuki’s mother just in general takes great advantage of this. personally, i feel like their father must do the same, because I can only imagine what they are promised for giving yuki over. in the case of ayame, i do wonder if giving birth to a rat changed their feelings for ayame, along with adding to their greed. having a child of a zodiac from the start is already seen as an honor, and given yuki’s mother’s acceptance of it i can imagine her relationship with ayame wasn’t great when he was growing up alone. but then suddenly, she has another child- who happens to be the rat (aka the most important zodiac member). now yuki’s mother is already so high up in akito’s inner circle - with two zodiac chidren, one of them being the rat. the zodiac is a curse, but to the sohma’s, having a zodiac child that will serve their head/god is an honor. imagine having not only double that honor with two kids, but also having the one who is most important to akito.. there’s no doubt why she was so eager to hand yuki over, considering she was most likely seen as one of the top zodiac parents for having two kids.

(side note, it would be so interesting to consider what if a zodiac mother gives birth to both the rat and the cat.)

the next three sets of parents listed here were hardly/never seen, so this is entirely based off what little we know of them/how their children are seen. i consider these three (along with kagura’s) the ones who i wish we saw more of! parents often shape how the children grow up, so knowing more insight about the parents could give us more of an idea about their children.  

- i feel like shigure’s parents are like ayame/yuki’s but to a lesser extent. shigure at least is on “friendly” speaking terms with them (when he goes to eat with mitsuru, he acknowledges them, and they ask him to say hi to akito - kind of reminding me of when my parents will ask me to go say hi to elders at banquets or such). it seems that at least he is on cordial terms with them, but the fact that the two were eating with akito means they are not only accepted into akito’s inner circle (by nature of being the parents of a cursed member), but also fully embrace it (by going out to eat with her). ofc, we don’t see enough of akito’s interactions with the other parents - but taking into account how yuki’s mother views akito, along with how asian culture takes hierarchy seriously, i wouldn’t put them entirely in the reject shigure, but rather, are loyal to the sohma customs. i will admit that we don’t seen enough of them to really pass enough judgement, but that little conversation we did have kind of gives me the feeling that consider their duty to the sohma’s as a whole more important than their personal love for their son.

- kureno’s parents I want to say are the same as shigure’s parents. we never(?) see them (don’t quote me on this lol), but instead I’m basing this on how kureno was keeping his release a secret and giving his life completely to akito. kureno was in his mid-teens when his curse released, which i took to mean he was still underaged and theoretically under his parents care. he did make the decision to stay with akito on his own, but i feel like if his parents really did see his curse was broken (meaning they have nothing tying them to the sohmas/akito), this would have been a great chance to take him away from the sohmas and live a normal life. i mean, kureno is his own person, but if he really was a teen - his parents should have some control over him, and have the ability to fight his decision. but they allowed him to make the decision to pretty much be “imprisoned” by akito instead of “forcefully” taking him away from that “toxic” relationship. of course the promise of a comfortable life as a sohma insider along with the ability to like - hug their son was probably enough for them to be fine with this, which is why i’d rank them around the same as shigure’s parents.

- what we know of hatoris parents is that they passed away when he was young, and were strict on hatori. his father was also the doctor of the family (and passed on the hypnosis tool to hatori). what i get from this is that regardless of hatori’s birth, his father at least is accepted into the zodiac inner circle. he knows their secret enough to know how to adminster “damage control”. given that they were strict on hatori and apparently did not have a warm household, i feel like his father for the most considered his duty to the sohma family the most important over everything. he was serving the god and the zodiac before hatori was born, and continued to serve them as the doctor after hatori’s birth as well.

- for haru, i would put them into the ranks of shigure’s, kureno’s(?), and yuki/ayame’s parents. they didn’t outright reject haru, but rather, are more concerned about their social standing (given that haru’s mother needed to prepare to come visit the school). another example of this is how hatsuharu was - from young - ridiculed for being “slow” and taken advantage of by the rat. he obviously had a lot of pent up anger from this, to the point of lashing out at yuki. the one thing noticable about this is there is no parents there telling him that he isn’t like that. obviously haru’s black/white nature does play a role into him lashing out, but a part of parenting is teaching children anger management, and given that he was allowed to act on his anger towards yuki without realizing his own self worth implies his parents did not care enough to tell him otherwise - but rather, played into the whole ridicule of hatsuharu’s ox position.

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as a final summary, all of the furuba parents (sans hiro’s parents and kureno) are flawed on differing levels. but to their credit, the curse itself is such a dark and tragic story, that i don’t fault any of them (minus rin’s parents and kyo’s father), for how they acted. just imagining the pressure and added responsibility with a child that literally will turn into an animal when hugged adds a whole layer to their situations honestly.

[mwolf0epsilon]

Maybe a story about Norman being a good parent?

Summary: Mindless beast or not, the Projectionist was a Polk, and the Polks did not hurt their young, or whatever they perceived as such.

You all knew it was coming inevitably...

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[[MORE]]

     Norman's and Margarite's marriage had come as a surprise to the entire Polk family. A simple signature on a piece of paper, and a pair of battered rings that had belonged to Nanna and Poppop Polk (gifted to him by the former who always knew he'd be a better fit for them). No fanciful ceremony with pretty dresses or suits, expensive cakes and extensive guest list.

A disappointing waste, his mama had proclaimed over the letter she'd sent as a reply to his own that detailed his status as a married man in a far off city. She'd wanted to witness the event, shed her motherly tears as one of her little ducklings became a real man ready to start a family.

But, to Norman and Maggie, the marriage wasn't a motive of celebration like his mama thought. It was insurance against further discrimination towards them. They were, after all, the black couple that lived in a quaint apartment in New York city.

Already that was a challenge of its own, as said apartment was populated primarily by white hot-blooded tenants, with only one more laying vacant for a (hopefully) friendlier family.

Their downstairs neighbor clearly hated them from sight alone, and the others were unsure how the new additions fit into their "perfect" lives in the Big Apple. If any of them were to discover that they both enjoyed the full spectrum of the gender binary, well... Accidents happened in the big city. Accidents that targeted specific minorities for some "unfathomable" reason.

So yes, as shameful as it may be, their wedding was strictly business. Rings for show, public displays of affection to dispell the gossip, and overall just the usual married life arguments in the grocery store to sell the deal (neither of them could care less about which type of sugar made the best apple pie crust, or what brand of soap was better, but it sure made the couples they passed by smile knowingly at the common domestic disputes). There was just one thing left to do to really make a statement on their relationship status.

  "Three of my coworkers are getting maternity leave. It's been a few months, I think it's time."

Children were a sensitive topic. Both Norman and Maggie wanted kids, had a vague idea of how many they planned to raise, and were quite certain they'd make beautiful and healthy younglings with one another. The question was: Was it fair to bring in chidren into a farce of a matrimony? What if one day they found their actual ideal partner?

  "Yous better be sure it's the right time darlin'..." He'd urged her to think more on the subject. "Don't want to rush things like that now, do we?"

  "I'm ready." She'd stared him in the eye with a certainty and confidence he couldn't begin to imagine. He knew she was, but was he? Was he truly ready to bare such a responsibility?

That night he relented to her wishes and they had finally consummated their marriage. Nine months later, little Nancy was born a small but relatively healthy baby. Upon seeing his firstborn for the first time ever, and then holding her gently in hands that dwarfed her little head greatly, Norman immediately understood he was ready to be a parent. And a loving one at that.

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     In total, Norman and Maggie had five children. Three boys and two girls. Nancy was their eldest child and the more levelheaded of the bunch. The apple of her mother's eye, and her father's baby girl, she was the perfect balance of their greatest qualities and teachings. A clever and determined young girl with big aspirations for her future. She wanted to be a doctor.

Aaron was the second eldest child and the one most like his father. Clever and with an eye for detail, enough so that he had taken up an interest that fits his perceptive nature: Photography. The walls of the Polk household were filled with his works, at first done with Norman's own old and battered camera, until he'd bought the young lad his very own fancy new model.

Louise was the middle child, and the troublemaker of the bunch. She was a bit of a tomboy, and liked to scrap with the boys in her class, to the point where it wasn't uncommon to see her with several bruises and band-aids, and haphazardly taped wireframed glasses. She kept both Norman and Maggie on their toes.

Albert was the second youngest and the quietest. A little bookworm that appreciated the art of literature over anything else. He wanted to be a novelist, even at a very young age, and often shared ideas for stories at the dinner table. There was no doubt in Norman's heart that his little boy would write a best-seller one day. Maggie fretted for his social life, however, as he was the least sociable of their children. Far too shy.

Finally the youngest child was Willard. An outspoken young toddler that was definitely as confident as his mama. A little tot with a very big personality indeed, that Norman couldn't wait to see grow up into yet another fine young boy. If any of their children was to ever get what he wanted in life, it'd definitely be Will.

Truly there was nothing in this world that Norman loved more than his offsprings, and indulging in their interests was always an adventure. One to be shared with three other members of the family.

The vacant apartment had been occupied by Norman's younger brother, Alfred, and his own two children. By then almost all their neighbors (minus the one that hated them from day one) had warmed up to them. So another set of friendly faces was a good addition to their home life.

Norman absolutely loved watching over his nephew and niece, especially because his children were delighted to have other kids around their age to play with.

It reminded him of being back home in Louisiana, his own brothers and sisters sparring with him and playing whatever games they could come up with on the spot. Watching Louise and Nelson tumbling about fighting as equally dirty as the other, really stirred up some good memories he had of his older sisters.

"Bite her Nelson! Bite her!" Lydia cheered as her older brother pinned their cousin to the ground.

"Louise tug on his ears! Pummel him!" Aaron called out to his little sister, encouraging her to fend off her opponent.

"Lydia and Aaron! What I tell y'all 'bout encouragin' yous's siblings t'fight all nasty?!"

"Not to...?"

"Exactly."

Granted some play-fighting needed to be monitored when most of the audience were enablers, and neither his middle child nor his nephew had any qualms sending each other to the hospital. They were still learning about consequences after all.

Still, there wasn't anything else in the world that built better character than teaching the children that they were equals to one another in all their shared activities. Respect was an important lesson to be learned. One Norman wished every parent taught their child.

The world would be a better place otherwise...

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Sometimes the Projectionist would inevitably be unable to fend off sleep. The exhaustion would wear it down and give way to the nightmares of a life it could barely remember. Then it would wake up and scream, trying to rid itself of heinous visions of itself ripping its offsprings apart.

Norman Polk would reawaken inside its brutish body and lash out, hoping to either physically fight away his own broken psyche or perhaps cripple the Projectionist so that it could never fulfil these dreamt up acts of violence.

A Polk was all about family, and the thought of becoming the sort to bring harm upon his own children... Well, Norman had heard the stories. Knew why Poppop was such a taboo topic. He did not want to be the man besides his Nanna in the portrait above the fireplace... One he'd resembled if his eye wasn't wrong and he'd grown out his beard...

The Projectionist didn't have the mental faculties to understand this distress however, but it seemed to recognize that what it saw in dreams was bad. That what it did to the vermin, it should never do to those innocent little youngsters that looked at it with love instead of fear and hatred. So... Why did it do it in dreams? Why did it kill when it wanted to be docile? The children were not a threat, so why...?

It made no sense... But it didn't much care for elaborate existential crisis like that. Norman's consciousness would freak it out, but ultimately loosened its grip and go back to being dormant. The lumbering beast resuming its tiring trek through the endless maze. A cycle that would repeat itself the next time it fell asleep.

It was in the aftermath of yet another nightmare that the Projectionist came across something completely new to it. Something small and living, and very much intruding on its space. Something that very vaguely looked like it...

A living being with a body similar to the ones the horrible botched critters that ran around in packs had, yet with no visible imperfections to it. Its head though... It was kind of like a projector, but not. Square in shape, with a lens, a tube, dial and something very round that kind of looked like a big ear. A camera, like the one Aaron had gotten for his birthday.

It seemed to have gloves, shoes and a belt that sort of looked like the speaker lodged in the Projectionist's torso, but it was hard to tell since the strange being was on the ground flailing about like a dying fish.

The towering amalgam stared at the tiny new thing in dumbfounded silence, unsure how to react to such a strange discovery, until it realized why the thing was flailing about to begin with.

One of its legs was pinned under a crate that appeared to have fallen from a nearby stack, and the Projectionist could tell the limb was broken. Nearby lay a series of Ink Hearts that had been resting on the fallen crate.

On any other occasion it would have simply walked over, raised one heavy foot, and crushed the intruder's skull for daring to try to steal from it. This time however, was completely different... Something primal was urging the Projectionist to do something completely alien to its usually aggressive nature. Something instinctive.

The poor creature grew agitated upon finally noticing the Projectionist's presence as it approached, but its broken limb ensured it stayed put even after the crate was picked up and tossed aside. It shook fearfully once the Projectionist knelt down to pick it up by the torso. It stopped shaking once it was brought to rest against the much larger beast's chest, cradled gently like an infant. The Projectionist rumbling softly so as to reassure it that no harm would befall it.

The little creature, with a head that was not a projector but a distant relative of a sort, stared up with its own dark lens before reaching out to gently pat the Projectionist's "face". It seemed to understand its intention to help it, rather than exterminate it.

The lumbering beast carried on in its path, now carrying a most precious cargo. It would find something to help treat the injury and then it would begin teaching this newly adopted offspring to survive in the studio.

Mindless beast or not, the Projectionist was still a Polk, and the Polks cared for their younglings. This tiny sentient camera was its child now, and the beast would protect it from the horrors of this horrid studio.

[ask-the-good-creeps]

sorry if i missed this post somewhere but do you have the pastas ages anywhere?

//I made a post about this here, but that post is three years old and a lot of them have aged since then (plus that list is missing a couple people). So, here's an updated version - plus birthdates for the ones that have them and a couple headcanons here and there:

Zalgo: Ancient; No birthdate because he existed before calendars were even a thing.

The Slenders: Ditto.

Masky: 32 years; 07/09**

Hoodie: 31 years; 10/03**

Ticci Toby: 28 years; 12/13**

Kate the Chaser: 29 years; N/A**

[BIRTHDAY HEADCANON 1: As stated in a post from way back when, the three male proxies we all know and love selected the dates listed here as their birthdays. They did invite Kate to do the same with plans to bring her a cake on her chosen day like they do with each other, but of course Kate refused and coldly remarked that the whole idea was stupid. She be like that.]

Jeff the Killer: 30 years; 06/14

[BIRTHDAY HEADCANON 2: Jeff doesn't celebrate his birthday. Ever. BEN has tried, Jeff refuses to be a part of it. In his opinion, it makes no sense. Birthday celebrations are generally a "yay, you lived another year!" typa thing, but Jeff is practically immortal so living through another year isn't really an achievement for him.]

Homicidal Liu: 32 years; 03/22

Sully: 16 years; 07/04***

[BIRTHDAY HEADCANON 3: Sully wishes both Liu and himself a happy birthday every year on their respective days. Liu finds it odd on his own birthday because there's no malice or sarcasm in Sully's voice when he says it; it's a genuine birthday well-wish, and that's very uncharacteristic of Sully. Of course, on the anniversary of the Woods Family Homicide when Sully says "happy birthday to me" there's the usual bitterness and sarcasm in his voice and he clearly means it as a jab at Liu.]

Jane the Killer: 29 years; 05/16

Clockwork: 28 years; 08/12

Eyeless Jack: 40 years; N/A**

Nathan the Nobody: 27 years; 09/28

[BIRTHDAY HEADCANON 4: Jane and Clockwork like to have real celebrations on each other's birthdays, and they go as all-out as they can and have lots of fun. They've tried getting Eyeless Jack to pick a day as his official birthday so they can throw parties for him too, but Jack refuses. As a result, Jane and Clockwork pick a random day (it's different every year) and throw the demonic medic a surprise birthday party (it's more of a surprise when you don't know what day to expect it, I suppose). Sometimes they lose track and celebrate two birthdays for Jack in a single year on accident. The girls have been trying to get Nathan to tell them his birthday, but after seeing what they've done with Jack he's decided not to tell them and also makes sure his visits to the MedLab aren't on a regular schedule or planned in advance so he can't be taken by surprise.]

Laughing Jack: ~300 years; N/A

Candy Pop: ~450 years; N/A

Candy Cane: ~450 years; N/A

Kagekao: 28 years; 02/02

Jason the Toymaker: ~100 years; N/A

[BIRTHDAY HEADCANON 5: The Carny Pastas, despite loving wild parties, don't do birthday parties at all. Why plan for a specific day when you can spontaneously start a party whenever and wherever you want for any reason? Kagekao is the only one in this crew that actually has a date of birth anyway, and he only uses the date to keep track of his age as the years pass.]

[BIRTHDAY HEADCANON 6: Jason is the only exception to headcanon 5...the Toymaker actually has a birthday on every day of the year. Why, you ask? Because over the span of his life there have been many kiddos he's helped that want to celebrate his birthday and instead of telling them he doesn't have one, Jason tells them to guess what day his birthday is. No matter what day the kiddo says, he tells them they're right. He's done this a lot and obviously there's no way every single kid would have said the same guess. So, Jason has someone somewhere celebrating his birthday on every day of the year, pretty much.]

The Puppeteer: Deceased, looks 25 years; N/A

Helen (Bloody Painter): 29 years; 01/07

Dina (Judge Angels): 26 years; 04/21

[BIRTHDAY HEADCANON 7: Helen and Dina don't do anything for each other on their birthdays. They know each other's birthdays, but don't make mention of it. Their anniversary date 08/19 is the one they celebrate each year, because they feel that day is one that actually means a lot to them both. The Puppeteer has never disclosed his birthdate to anyone - he feels there's no need, because he's already long dead.]

Nurse Ann: Deceased, looks 29 years; N/A

Hobo Heart: 29 years; N/A

BEN_Drowned: Deceased, looks 11 years; 11/12

Sally: Deceased, looks 8 years; 05/14

Lacy Morgan: Deceased, looks 7 years; 12/23

[BIRTHDAY HEADCANON 8: The little dead chidrens (BEN, Sally, Lacy) don't want their birthdays mentioned by others, all for different reasons. BEN doesn't like it because birthdays celebrate another year of life and he is not alive - it feels insulting to him, like mocking him for dying young (even though that's never the intention if someone he knows wishes him a happy birthday). Sally doesn't like her birthdays because she's reminded of her parents and the birthday traditions they'd put on for her, and then she feels sad knowing it won't happen anymore. Lacy was murdered on her birthday...'nuff said.]

Lazari: 15 years; 06/18

[BIRTHDAY HEADCANON 9: Lazari often forgets her birthday is even a thing. She doesn't dislike it or want to pretend it doesn't happen, she just legit forgets that June 18th is supposed to be a special day for her. She travels a lot and doesn't really keep track of years passing. However, Father Daniel knows her date of birth and will get her a neatly wrapped gift when it comes around - whether she's in town to take it or not. One time she came back to visit him on 06/23 after being away for 3 years or so on her travels; Father Daniel gave her the three gifts he'd gotten her on each year when she was away and wished her a belated happy birthday. Lazari's first reaction was pretty much, "oh yeah, the 18th was last week, wasn't it?" Father Daniel laughed, Lazari laughed, she thanked him and enjoyed the gifts, a merry time had by all.]

The Dollmaker: 26 years; 08/09 [I know The Dollmaker hasn't been officially introduced just yet - his intro post will be on here shortly.]

**These guys do not remember their exact ages or birthdates - the ones listed are educated approximations they came up with.

***Sully became a part of Liu on the night of the Woods Family Homicide (the date listed here for his "birthday"). Though he's had the mindset of an adult from the moment he first formed in Liu's head, he's been around for 16 years total.

There ya be, fren! c: //

[talldarkandroguesome]

17th of Second Seed, Morndas

Nabine and I returned in the evening, both feeling rejuvenated by our time away from the city. 

The chidren had a little welcome back celebration for us. It was silly, given that we were gone two days, but Avon claimed that they insisted upon welcoming us back with food they helped the chef prepare and decorations they made. Cheerz agreed that the children had directed in the purchase of materials and then made them with minimal assistance.

It was rather heartwarming. 

We all had a very nice evening and enjoyed the meal. There was even dessert.

I asked Cheerz to instruct all of the servants to leave the decorations up for the next few days since so much work had gone into its production.

Nabine says I am too soft and sentimental and I reminded her that it was precisely what she loved most about me.

She said it was the reason she initially hated me so vehemently and that I wore her down like a hunter tracking a deer for so long that it just gives up and waits to be shot.

I played up my hurt, claiming that the hunter here was her and she had wounded me in the heart.

She told me that if she really aimed to pierce my heart, I would be finding myself in a new body somewhere else.

So I told her to tell me what she did like so much about me then.

Nabine replied that I was just a convenient way to sate her sexual appetite and that she really liked my willingness to take any pain she wished to inflict.

Despite being an obvious jest, afterwards I did have to ask for reassurance.

She gave me a very worried look at that. I told her that I simply had been feeling that something was off. I offered that it was to do with my persistent and nagging emptiness as a result of being without my soul. It was something that always left me feeling as though I were not entirely whole.

She sat me down and stroked my hair and told me that, yes, she loved me very much and that I was more than just there to fulfill her desires and reach things off of tall shelves. That it was my tenderness and willing to care so passionately that drew her to me. That and my persistence. And many other things.

I held her a long while and apologized for feeling like I did. The strange weakness of having so many emotions while also feeling so devoid of attachment to them.

Nabine slipped from my arms and told me to wait for a moment and left the room.

I tried not to dwell on that hollow feelings within me and I refilled the lamps and added more incense to the censers.

When Nabine returned, so told me to kneel down on the floor and close my eyes and not to open them until she gave me the word.

I sat still as I heard her approach and felt her take my hands and hold them out and place something small and cool within them. Then she told me to open.

There in my hands was a hair pin made of bone. The end was carved the sacred lotus with the Indoril wings on either side. Then moving down the pin was an engraving of the day we first met. Then, near to the point, where it would be hidden by my hair, was the intertwined lyre of Y’ffre with a spider web built amongst the strings. A symbol of our faiths together.

I kissed her and she laughed before pulling back my hair and pinning it in.

She brought me a hand mirror to gaze upon it.

The craftsmanship was immaculate. But I knew that it was something she had done herself.

I told her it was the most exquisite gift and she told me that I deserved nothing less.

Then she explained that she was waiting for a more appropriate time to give it, but that in light of everything, she thought it best to prove her feelings. I touched the end, running my thumb and forefinger over the smoothly carved bone.

Nabine asked me if I could guess where the bone had come from.

I told her I assumed that this was from one of her great hunts.

She said she, but that her going out on hunts was mostly a chance to work on the carving, not to gather the materials.

So I asked her where it was from then.

The largest smile formed on her beautiful lips as she leaned in.

It was from Urtisa, she told me, the rib that covered her heart. She had set it aside for just such a project. She wanted to give me something to remind me not only of her love, but that I had kept the promise that symbolized our love. It was something we did together. And so I should remember it always.

I kissed her deeply and she returned the gesture. Soon enough the pin was set lovingly on the nightstand and the two of us made love until late in the night.

We had only begun to drift off when there came a knock on the bedroom door.

It was Cheerz. She wanted to know if we wanted our breakfast before we left or if we should prefer to have it in the carriage.

Nabine looked at me and it suddenly dawned on me that we were supposed to be leaving to give thanks to the Velothi who had made offerings on Sildras’ and our family’s behalf.

I told Cheerz that it would be best to have our meal in the carriage since we wanted to let the children rest as long as possible. I also asked that Cheerz give us just another 20 minutes or so to wake up before coming to retrieve our bags.

She agreed and Nabine and I jumped up and raced to get a trunk packed with our things. It took me only a couple of minutes to pack my things, but then perfuming myself and painting my face always takes so long. Nabine was just the opposite, she dressed quickly, then spent her time trying to decide what to bring, should it be items best to hunt, or something more appropriate as a guest, or even something a bit more plain so as not to risk offending our hosts.

We then set to helping the children, who had, thank Azura, been helped in their packing by Avon while Nabine and I were away.

I will have to do something extra special for Avon when there is a chance.

As it is, we are traveling to meet the tribe. Mother is going to be there as well. Hence her need to berate me recently. She thought some of my choices were appropriate enough, but lacked the intimacy they should have, given how long we have been so closely acquainted. 

I know that Mother will have no fear at making her opinions known before the tribe. She is so close with the Farseer that there is no reason not to air her grievances before the wise women.

I only hope to find some sympathy for the situation. The Three only know if I shall find it.

[ask-bnha-2pnyoengland]

//please punch me cause I accidentally clicked to answer the ask but didn’t write anything  jkervdbnskejk anyway

//Warning: Long post ahead

~o~

Lottie: “Ohh, I’ve waited so long to introduce them! I might add, again, that we’re not blood-related, I was technically just adopted into the family. Heh, it would be funny if I had any blood-related sibling out there...”

“Here we have Brie, the oldest in the house! It was her and Nick who found me back in the day and it was their idea - and mercy - to take me in.

Brie is like the mom of the house. Not only because she’s the oldest, but because she is able to keep everything under control. She’s gentle, patient and she loves to take care of everyone. On the other hand, she’s the one to get more stressed out over time, so the others and I try our best not to overwhelm her, it’s the least we can do. There are some troublemakers, of course, but nothing she can’t handle. She is one of the best people I’ve ever met and I surely look up to her. By the way, she works as a nurse at the local hospital!

Nicholas, or Nick for short, is the second in command! Well, not that he actually likes that title, after all it’s a lot of responsability, but I’m only saying so because he helps around a lot when Brie is working or busy. And he’s the second oldest, so there’s that too. Anyway, he’s a sweetheart! He is always excited or happy about something and he adores to make everybody feel happy too. It’s contagious, to say the least! He loves to play around and make jokes to get a laugh from everyone. He’s calls himself the clown bro. However, he can be serious too, after all he’s a psychologist. His quirk helps a lot to get people to talk about their problems, and he’s a great listener due to it, but, of course, he never forces a person to open up, he always leaves it up to them to choose.”

//She has 8 more siblings so, to not make this post huge to skip if someone doesn’t want to see, I’ll keep the rest under the read more :)

“Here we have the twins, Louis and Lanna!

Lanna is the oldest of them, so I’m starting from her. She tries to act tough and mean towards people she just met - gosh, I don’t even want to recall the way she treated me when I arrived -, but that’s just the cover up for her actually caring personality. She is quite arrogant, which kinda of get her in a bunch of arguments, but she’s getting better at easing her ego and relaxing in order to be more empathetic. Oh, also, she’s a musician and even has her very own album on Spotfy! I listen to it every once in a while. In the meantime, she works as a music teacher for kids.

Louis is..shy, to put it simply. He prefers to avoid conflict - or any contact at all - and stays in his room most of the day. He doesn’t feel confident enough to speak up his mind or show his creations, but I think he’s workind on it, since we’re all very supportive of him. He loves literature and poetry, writing stuff from time to time, but he only allows few people in the house to read, since he’s quite embarrassed about it. I always tell him he has a talent for it, but I know it’ll take long until he fully embraces it.

Both of them, however, are great at telling stories and playing with the children. While Lanna reads the books or makes something up, making us hear every sound she can play, Louis makes the full picture of it - also listening if the chidren want to change or add something. Combining their quirks, they’re able to practically make a movie in our minds while they tell the most epic story ever!”

“This is Coralin! She’s the most calm person in our family. I have never seen her upset, not even once, and I doubt it’s ever going to happen. She radiates good vibes wherever she’s standing, and she tries to get us to relax with her when she sees any of us is feeling down. Her improvised yoga classes were a must when I first arrived. She also taught me everything I know about cooking and sewing! On the other hand, her attention spam is kinda...short. If you don’t remind her of what she was doing, her mind would probably wonder somewhere else in less than ten minutes. She records online yoga classes though, so at least she can edit whenever she gets distracted. And also, last but not least, she is studying to be an ocean biologist!”

“Here is Anneliese! She’s a confident, friendly and gentle young lady. She dreams of becoming an acress when she grows up, so she’s studying a lot for it. Every now and then, she organizes a play at school or even among our siblings so she can practice her acting skills, and also because she loves changing her hair for each role. She’s also great at doing make up and designing costumes - that’s one reason why I got better at sewing too, I wanted to make her ideas come to life -, it’s like she was born for the stage! To help out, we always test makeup on one another. She’s better at it than me, but we have a lot of fun anyway. Now that I’m at school, we videochat and just try clothes and makeup on together when I have time.”

“Remember ‘the troublemakers’ I mentioned earlier? They’re Sam and Richie. And, oh gosh, how they love to get into a mess.

Sam is the mastermind. They plan all of the pranks, detail by detail, and make sure everything works just as scheduled. The person is going to walk through a certain door? That was planned. The amount of flour that will be used in the prank? All planned. Nothing can go wrong. If it does, their quirk can make the person forget of the prank and not even notice the flaw, and also not scold them for the prank at all! It’s pure evil! One time, they had the courage to swap sugar for salt and I was so sad to see my cupcakes going wrong.... Okay, I’m joking, they’re not evil, just a little too naughty. We all love them, we just have to scold them a lot.

They have a sidekick, and that’s Richard - or Richie for short! He’s the one responsible to make the plans come true - after all, he’s stronger, taller and faster than Sam - and is also the first to run off when things go wrong. Though, he’s the first to apologize too. Although he likes playing pranks on everyone,he has his heart on the right place. Every now and then, he goes to help at the animal shelter nearby and, since he can communicate with dogs, he spends a lot of time in there. He loves being around us though! I love playing with him.

Sam and Riche are inseparable though. They’re the two halves of the same apple.”

“Here we have Eric! He likes to think he’s a prince whose parents, King and Queen of a distant kingdom, passed away and had to leave him at a humble home to learn about kindess, humbleness and courage. Though, that’s not really what he practices around here... He gives orders to everyone and starts a tantrum whenever we refuse something. We’re not even trying to be mean to him, but sometimes he’s too selfish and doesn’t realise his ‘wishes’ can’t be granted every time he asks. It’s something Brie and Nick have been trying to work out with him.”

“Aaaand, last but not least, and just as important, Liz! She’s the baby of the household. I mean, not literally a baby, but she’s too precious for this world. She has so much hope in those big eyes and smile that is impossible to feel anything other than joy when she’s around. She loves to play with all kinds of toys, climb around the trees in our backyard, and she’s always thrilled to discover new bugs every now and then. She..ate dirt once though, so that’s not very safe, but she’s just figuring the world out yet. She’s also very clingy. If possible, she’d want to be picked up for the whole day, but since that’s kinda difficult when everyone has their stuff to do, she’s content with being hugged every now and then. I know that she looks up to me, so I try to be the best I can to see her happy."

~o~

Lottie: “I love them all very much and I wouldn’t be the same, actually wouldn’t have ever recovered from my wounds, if it wasn’t for their care, love and support. I’d do anything for them in order to thank them for everything.”

[dark-and-kawaii]

Can I request some Madara smut? would be nice 🙈 for my Kinky heart. Some soft love maybe

A/N: Yessss you so can request this!!!! This is my Uchiha man and ughhhhhhhhhhh I love Madara so much and honestly, i feel like if Tobirama wasn’t such an ass (ಠ益ಠ) Madara would’ve been okay… maybe. I just feel like Tobirama has a lot to do with Madara fading into darkness............. BUT THAT’S JUST ME!!!! 

Please enjoy (◕‿-)

Seriously thank you for suggesting soft love because i’ve been itching to write Madara’s soft side, because we all know this cold man would have a gentle side with the right someone... I mean, look at how he was as a child.... THERE IS GOOD IN THERE!!!! 

It was midnight by the time Madara returned back to his home after speaking with Hashirama… Quietly he entered his bedroom, knowing well that you’d be asleep by now. Peeking into the room, he see’s your beautiful exposed body partially uncovered… Your upper body gleamed in the moonlight as did your legs that were uncovered, to Madara you looked like a goddess.

As a smile comes across his face, he silently undresses and crawls into bed with you. With a slight disturbance in the bed, you move ever so lightly but do not wake from your slumber. With you back exposed, Madara runs his fingertips down your silk skin. All these years have gone by and your skin has barely aged, it’s still as smooth as he remembers it when you were both nearly twelve. Thinking about the first time he hugged you and how his skin came in contact with yours, it sends a shiver down his spine. It was the day he fell in love with a Senju… A day he shouldn’t have enjoyed so much, but… 

“Madara…?” Your voice was faint and it was known you were barely awake with how exhausted you sounded.

Leaning towards your ear, Madara whisper softly that it’s only him and that there’s no need for you to awaken, “Go back to sleep.”

With a soft sigh your body relaxes back into him and you close your eyes so you can drift back to sleep. Remaining still but his fingertips, Madara waits for your heavy breathing, an indication that you’ve fallen asleep once more. 

Seeing your heavy breathing, Madara kisses your neck tenderly, hearing your  subtle breathing in his ear drives him mad and he’s gradually losing control. 

A Senju… Once a Senju… Now an Uchiha, Madara’s thoughts are the key and he’s now lost full control…

‘I will take ____ away from the Senju clan and bring her over to the Uchiha clan, Hashirama!’ 

Now with the peace, Madara and you can live your lives without fear and hiding… And he can now have his way with you when he pleases…

Another soft moan escapes your lips and makes it’s way to his ear as your breathing begins to get heavier. Figuring that you are about to wake up or already have, Madara kisses up from your neck to your lips, meeting them gently, taking in the touch of your sweet, soft lips. As he slips his tongue into your mouth, Madara feels you start to kiss him back sloppily, still half asleep.

Sliding his fingertips down to your entrance, Madara slips a finger into your awaiting pussy. Kissing you lovingly with a finger inside you, your moans progress and Madara can feel you lift your hips so his finger slips in deeper…

Kissing you harder now as he feels you start to arch, Madara knows that you’re about to cum soon so he removes his finger and crawls atop your body… 

Your eyes are open just enough for the moon’s light to make your eye color pop… 

His onyx eye’s most wouldn’t find appealing, but bland, yet you find them ravishing and every time you stare into them, they take your breath away…

Moving your legs apart so he can climb in between them, Madara smiles at you with genuine happiness as he slowly moves his cock towards your inviting pussy. With his hand on the base of his cock, he rubs the head of it against the wetness that lingered from your pussy. With one gentle thrust, Madara enters you, and you moan his name. 

The warmth of your pussy causes Madara to shut his eyes and lower his chest to yours so he can bury his head between the crook of your neck. Before he moves, he takes in the moment and then begins to gently thrust in and out of you. He can hear you softly say his name with a sleepy aroused tone. It’s music to ears and he wishes to hear more so he increases his sleep and begins to slam into you harder than before.

Digging your nails into Madara’s back you moan as he continues to thrust deeply in you. Fucking your once sleeping body, harder and faster, Madara lets out a grunt as your tighten around his cock… Both of you now lost in pure ecstasy, both needing the fee of an orgasm. Madara slams into you, pounding away at your tight pussy, faster and faster, he only increases his powerful thrusts. 

‘One day maybe we can have a family, doesn’t that sound like a heavenly dream, Madara?’ 

With one final deep thrust, Madara feels your nails dig into his back as your pussy tightens around his cock… He feels your body twitch beneath him, as he cums deep inside of you filling you with his potent seed… 

‘It sounds like it would be hard, you know with the whole war going on, ____…’

‘Would probably be easier for you than skipping rocks.’ You chuckled as you stole his Uchiha robe since he decided to take a swim.

‘Get back here!’

Chasing after you, Madara had finally caught up to you only to knock into you landing in a small field of flowers… As you both laughed like chidren should be instead of killing one another, Madara looked at you and promised, ‘Once all of this is over, i’m going to make you an Uchiha, ____.’

Nodding your head and with the sun’s ray casting a brilliant light down on you, you smiled at the Uchiha boy.

Laying back down next to you, Madara pulls your body to his and wraps his arms around you protectively. He can hear that you’ve fallen asleep once again, and just as he closes his eyes, Madara hopes that nothing comes between him and you or this peace… 

~ Love Kiwi xoxo

[renee-writer]

Jamie and Arabella Chapter 20 What to Do About Fergus?

"You seem distracted. Is it Jenny? Has something happened?" They sit in his living room, Arabella across their laps. She sleeps as they watch the telly. He pauses the program. It is an opening. He had been thinking about how to bring it up to her.

"Nae, she is still hanging on. I was thinking about one of my lads. Let me put her down and then I will tell ye about him." He lifts his sleeping daughter off her lap and carries her into her room. He gets her tucked in and kisses her sleep warmed cheek before rejoining her.

"His name is Fergus. He is ten and three and been in the system since he was five. He is wickedly bright and, if it is channelled properly, can be anything. He is duel majoring and should graduate with a two year uni degree."

"Why are you given me his resume' Jamie?"

"Christ, I am aren't I?" She nods. "Weel because he ran off the other day. He will have all A's this quarter and he canna handle it. Because there will only be me, his house parents, and social worker to share it with. This major accomplishment with."

"His parents?"

"His mam, nae that she is deserving of that title, abandoned him at FunWorld. It is where I found him the other day. His da is ken'd only by God."

"Poor child."

"It is why I was thinking.."

"Yes?"

"He needs a mam. Has given up hope getting one because' they just want banies'. "

"And you...oh Jamie."

"Dinna think it is because ye canna. Ye are a kind, compassionate, firm, loving, stable woman. Ye would make a wonderful mam to him."

"I...it isn't like I haven't thought of...I have. And have no problem with an older child. I just thought I would be married before.."

"Ye needn't be. Scotland needs parents for their children. This bairns in chidren's homes and foster homes. Can ye think on it? I dinna wish ye to just decide right now."

"Of course Jamie. Can I meet him?"

"Aye. Yer place or work?"

"I think work first."

"I will bring him by tomorrow."

"Thank you Jamie for thinking I will make a good mum tto him."

"I dinna think, I know." She smiles and leans into his chest.

"Shall we finish the show?" He smiles, kisses the top of her head, and turns it back on.

[lucyninjawife]

I Don't Need A Man..

Let's be real…

Or maybe give you a short lesson on life… You know, “birds and the bees”…

God made a man and a woman for the purpose of not having the man be alone… for procreating. Yes, I know it's a bit more complicated now but here’s the deal....No one needs a man. But if you see yourself with a family in the near-er future, it is perfectly ok to start focusing on lining things up. Men and Women were bad for each other like two peas in a pod… why can’t I desire him?

I was about 22yrs old when I felt my biological clock was not only riging, but it resembled a gong. It was loud and sometimes nerve racking because I wanted a baby YESTERDAY!! I obviously needed a man to help me get there. I ain't gonna lie, I was a bit desperate... It gets pretty serious when, what we call our “biological clock” starts to tick. We get determined, and aggressive. If it hasn’t happened to you yet, ask someone you know who has multiplied the earth.

But as someone who hasn’t quite gotten all the basics tied down, you do not in the way as “I would take any warm body just because he had the abilities to give me what i wanted at the moment”, but desperate as I didn't want to wait another 5/10yrs. So I got focused.

I watched a show recently, I cannot tell you which, but they talked about how crazy making a list was. * insert stank face* I was insulted!! A list is everything!! Let me tell you why. When you know yourself, you make list. You make list to remind you of things you need to get done, when youre running errands, going grocery shopping, etc. So why does a list sound cliche' when thinking up a man with said qualities?

When I was lonely, I decided to make a list. Well it was more elaborate than that. My ex wasn't all I needed to sustain life. But it was my fault to not really pay attention to that. I thought that marriage was solid, periodt. But it was far from it. I needed a man to be a father to the chidren I desired to bring into the world, someone who could keep a solid job... and not cycle every 3 mo and quit or get fired. Someone to help me with the finances, bills mainly. And I knew what I neeed from what I was lacking. I knew that I could not be single. I wanted the whole dream. The white picket fence, a dog, a cat, some kids… I thought girls until they all actually showed up and I’m finding myself doing a lot of hair… that’s another long story.

But after I made that list, I kid you not, I was able to “see” my husband. When I say “see” I mean I knew him for years. He was just "crazy Dan". But we were spending more time together because we were going through similar life transistions and we were just each other's shoulders, so to speak. I had asked God if I can peek over the wall that was blocking me from seeing my husband. I don't know about you but I've always wanted to know who my husband was supposed to be, even back in my Barbie days. And I was granted that wish. And there he was... always right there. I already knew him, but I couldn’t see him for his qualities because I really hadn’t sorted them out prior to that one day at work. Once I was able to SEE him, things escalated quickly, on both ends. If you see yourself making a family, then own it! Theres nothing wrong with that, but If you plan to be career driven or wait to find yourself, then do that. But be honest with yourself.

If you want a husband in the near future start really thinking about what it is you NEED to sustain life with a man and be in love. Tell me, what qualities are you NEEDING? I’d like to know.

[getreadofme]

Your face is round with moles on it.

Brown eyes, white hairs but your armpits are white.

They are my comfort zone.

as I smell them all day and night.

You, with your pocketbooks, lying all day.

As I do my homework beside you and then you shouted at me —

“Your answer is wrong!”

Crying, as I am solving, doing things over and over again.

The way your finger lands on the typewriter,

they create a melody that lulls me everynight.

I guess, I was right. You’re not a writer but you write.

And you wrote the best childhood I could ever imagine.

Sitting in front of the door, watching the other chidren playing.

Rushing the homework and shouting it’s done...

Mama, I am a grown up now.

No homeworks to be done,

But I developed a hobby -

Sitting in front of the door, watching other children playing.

I wish I could still smell your armpits even if they stink.

Let me count the moles on your face.

Let me see your brown eyes again.

Let me dye your white hairs.

Let me buy you the latest pocketbooks.

I’ll teach to use computers, so you could still use the stone,

with your name on it. Lilibeth.

Paper Weight

Ralph Izaak, 2020

[rainlightimages]

Strange things

Usually I plan my chidren’s birthday parties in January. I know people need notice and I get their March parties scheduled early. This year, for some reason, I just didn’t do it, I was goinig to, and I didn’t - what a relief I didn’t waste my energy. I mean I asked the children what they wanted to do and I planned to plan it, but I never scheduled anything. 

I was supposed to write a timeline for my art work for the semester. I just didn’t do it. I never skip bits of assignments. It sounds crazy, but I feel like I somehow sensed that there was no way to predict the timeline for my art this semester... 

There are more things like this...  just inexplicable. 

I go back to a friend saying, in December I think, that major things were coming in 2020. i wish I’d asked her what she meant. 

 In December my doctor said that it was going to be an important year and I would need to be sure I was in a good, supported place. I started putting extra things in place to support myself, without consciously thinking about it, about 2 weeks before my school closed. 

The day my preK-8 school closed, my program coordinator was saying it would not close. Then it did. I did not see this coming, but did I sense this coming? 

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Blacklight Temple

12.09.19

Love and Rockets - Body and Soul (album version)

Radiohead - The National Anthem

Shadow of Fear - Song & Dance

The Jesus and Mary Chain - Take It

Crocodiles - I Wanna Kill

Whale - Hobo Humpin' Slobo Babe

Mclusky - She Will Only Bring You Happiness

Ground Unicorn Horn - Damn I Wish I Was Fat

CSS - Alalala

Beastie Boys - Intergalactic (request)

   

   

Ween - Monique the Freak

Warlock Pincers - Where the Hell is Crispin Glover

Mightyfools - Amsterdam

Bodyrox ft Luciana - Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Y Control

Siouxsie - Happy House

Switchblade Symphony - Soldiers

The Gossip - Aint It the Truth

Black Keys - Your Touch

Kasabian - Processed Beats

The Kills - Last Day of Magic

Suzi Quatro - Bit Off More Than I Could Chew

T.Rex - Chidren of the Revolution

Vanity Crash - Do It in the Movies

The Briefs - Gettin Hit On At the Bank

MIssile Toe - White Light White Heat