#I LOVE IT SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA RAAH

[icarusredwings]

I dont CARE that it's November 9th and "Halloweens over" ITS MY BIRTHDAY MONTH ILL POST IF I WANT TOO

Anyway.

Thinking about apocolpse au.

Wade getting bitten by a zombie, Logan freaking out, Wade dying, and him coming back (Again)

"Didn't you just die?? I literally fucking burried you!!"

And wades like:

"Of course. Man, God REALLY hates you dosn't he?"

And he's bassically the same person except just saying, "Rahhah har ran re" (translation: I think the devil doesn't want me either)

"What?? Oh for fucks sake... tell me you're kidding.."

"Rah?" 🤔

"Great so now you stink more and you can't talk. Fucking lovely."

"Mmmmh..." 🥺 (would you still love me if I was a zombie?)

"*sighs, blushes and grumbles how insane this is and how much of a bad idea this is* Fine! Come on...."

"Raah!!" 😄

And sometimes his limbs fall off because I think it would be funny if you just saw him stop, turn around, pick up his arm and shove it back into place like a dislocated shoulder. (Marvel Magic)

But its very obvious that Wade is still consious and so logan leads him around, puts a leash on him, ties him up when he goes to sleep the first few nights so wade dosn't eat him, sometimes luring him with a piece of his thigh or telling him he'll feed him soon to make him behave.

The only thing about this resource wise is that it seems Wade is a bottomless pit, not ever able to get enough. It's like all the nutrients just pass right through him, so he can't get fed meals daily, but Logan will share at least one bite of his food. It makes Wade so happy and way more "wade like" than zombie.

Logan has learned that the hungrier Wade gets the worse it would be, snapping at logan a few times.

"Grr-"

"Aye! That's enough outta ya"

"GggRah!"

"Hey!! I said no! Bad! Bad wade!"

"Mmmh??"

"Bad!!"

"Mmh....rahah.."

"I forgive you. But stop trying to bite me. I feed you, don't I? I hold your hand and tell you that I love you?"

Wade is actually extremely friendly for a zombie (duh) and still yaps at logan except its nonsense. Logan tries hard to understand him and talk back.

He holds his hand sometimes, even lays next to him only to scold him if he gets too bitey. This is hard because wade already had a biting issue and seeing as he practically ate anything or anybody now it was more difficult.

"...aahh-"

"Wade- No."

"Ggr.. raahh"

"Wade! No! Bad."

"Mmmh..."

"Ill feed you tomarrow. Don't bite me mkay? You wanna hurt me?"

He shakes his head like a dog shaking off from a bath, or that ate a bee.

"Then don't bite me."

"Mmh? Mrah?"

"No. No kisses right now. Im still not even sure if thats safe.."

"Mmmh...🥺 ahrrah?"

"No, not even a tiny one."

"Mm...😔"

Until Logan grunts and pecks his hand. "There. Happy?"

"🙂‍↕️mh"

"Good."

Honestly Logan felt bad, pitited him. No matter what food he ate it wasnt enough substance to sustain him and sometimes Logan would wake up to find him eating a different zombie that made the mistake of trying to eat Logan.

You ever wake up in the morning, lose your zombie boyfriend, call for him only to walk outside and see him knawing on some poor chaps arm like a happy puppy who found a chicken leg? Logan has. Many times. And he wishes his phone would charge so he could take a picture of it but unfortunately theres no electricity in the post apocalypse world.

This being said Logan is like- THE perfect guy for apocalypse au because he can smell everything and hear anyone before they even get to you, he has better wilderness survival skills then anyone I know and he'll never NOT have a weapon on him because of his claws. The only downside is that he's tired easily, needs a lot of food, and would lowkey be withdrawing from his tabccao and alchool, therefore very moody.

"Stupid fucking apocalypse having to happen when im fucking alive!! Why can't I just NOT live through ONE major historical event! Is that too fucking much to ask? One damn decade where everything is fine and dandy and- WADE! Get your ass away from that!! It's radioactive!! For fucks sake!"

"Rahahrah?"

"NO!! You can not become Spiderman! That's not how that works!"

"Aawr..😔"

The whole thing is they're on a quest to find Laura and Gabby, because when everything went to shit, they were on a cabin trip and now Logans brain is itching because he dosn't know where his babies are and its driving him insane. Once he finds them, they're gonna shack up somewhere with food and animals to hunt, and hes gonna make a little shed outside for Wade to sleep because he'll kill him if he bites one of the girls.

He dosnt care that much about himself really and he hates himself deep down for not being able to trust wade anymore but even wade dosnt trust wade, sometimes wandering off on purpose, staying about 30 feet away from him at all times, growling and giving Logan that glazed over look of unconsiousness. The only good thing about this, though, is after he removes himself from the idea of hurting Logan (because if logaj were to become infected - HA! Your all fucked. Utterly fucked. The whole humanoid species would go extinct because he'd kill anything that moved) he feels more trusting of him and it's not uncommon for them to hug after either. Afterall Wade- Some how???- is still wade and is very affectionate and sensitive when its not returned.

This whole thing also makes him think worse about himself, kicking reflective objects or staring at himself in a shop window in utter shock and disgust with a face of 'thats me..?' While logans raiding the place for supplies.

Did you know zombies can cry? Well, Wade could. Not a lot, only able to get a bit of liquid from dehydration, but sometimes Logan will catch him just... sitting there.. crying. Upset with himself for being bit. Upset with himself for trying to bite logan all the time. Upset at how ugly he is. Upset that he's starving all the time. Upset that he can't even talk to anyone, and Logan just has to guess what he's saying 90% of the time. Bro is literally

When they DO find Laura and Gabby, the girls are doing great. Laura was going to blow wades head off until Gabby ran in the shot, hugging him instantly, only to be ripped away.

"Of course my dad is the weirdo married to a zombie." Laura grunts, but is secrelty happy that wade is still 'alive'

Gabby, being as young as she is, thinks it's so SICK that her dad is a zombie now, giggling when he talks to her and holding his hand. She's not allowed near him for long, and not at all by herself, but Gabby bassically becomes Wades number one supporter, defending him when he messes up and snaps at laura.

"He's just hungry!! He's not bad! It's not bad to be hungry!" She'll say. "You wouldn't kill me if I was hungry.." she tells her bigger, more survival oriented sister whos suggested putting wade out of his misery, for his own sake. "I tried that... he found me again 3 days later." Logan tells her with a pang in his chest. It had taken everything in him to kill him the first time, and sobbed himself to sleep the next 2 days. By the third when he noticed Wade following him from a distance he couldn't believe it.

Not even the apocalypse could keep them away from each other..

[dragon-queen21]

gulp.. mob psycho worms taken over the noggin raah

anyway mobs and ritsu are baby brothers i have to say it

(also sorry its been a bit, ive been very unmotivated)

-mobs and ritsu are definitely two low energy littles for different reasons;

mob is just a little whos just naturally quiet and low energy. when hes little, its quite hard to tell because of how similar he acts when hes big to when hes little. but! the boy has tells! definitely when hes little he will subconsciously start floating things around.

ritsu. oh boy ritsu. when this boy is little hes DONE. his regression time is his resting time. regressing is his one, ONE, healthy coping mechanism let him have it dammnit!!!

-i cant tell what ages the two of them would regress too, but definitely young. mob would probably still have that “big brother energy” though. ritsu would still carry that deep protectiveness over his brother too, even if hes to young to do more than cling to mob and make baby noises.

-REIGEN AND DIMPLE ARE THEIR CGS LET ME COOK!!!!

reigen takes up the job with the idea that, hes known the boys since they were 11 and 10 alike. so this cant he THAT hard.. what he didnt think about, was two unstable espers that are, when regressed, more prone to stronger emotions, which leads to a lot of broken mugs and vases in the office much to his dismay. but aside from that, reigens actually a pretty good caregiver. after the first time mob actually regressed in front of reigen, he made sure that his little emotional unstable child had everything he needed when he was in baby mode. (honestly you can probably give mob a pacifier and figet toy and he’d be content. very easy baby to please)

like usopp, i feel like reigen would be actually decent at story telling and during the times both ritsu and mob are regressed at the office, reigen could be .. persuaded to tell them one.. or two.. ah maybe three if their not busy..

^ritsu still TOTALLY has it out for reigen when hes little. youve never seen a kid with a more dangerous death stare ESPECIALLY to their caregiver. reigen.. reigens had to grab and hold up both the boys by the back of their shirts like kittens more than once.. uhh.. for why you can make that up.

when it comes to dimple, he takes care of them if reigens not around, like if one or both of them are little at home, thats when its dimples job. (both the boys are flips too and will take care of the other if their little.) like reigen, hes not that bad at it, but i feel like hes way more worried about their safety considering he cant directly stop them since hes a spirit.

OKAY THATS ITS THIs is SO LONG BUT I LOVE THEM

📷

Eyy!!! Mob psycho! I have currently been binge reading (aka I read two mangas back to back) One’s other series One Punch Man. I have the next book currently of mob psycho and your comment reminded me that I need to go and read it :3

~Ahh! baby space Ritsu clinging to Mob and refusing to let go. Absolutely not. You can pry his brother away from him over his dead body

~ Yes yes yes yes yes! Cooking with ya-and adding to it of course :3

~Hear me out- Caregiver Dimple, but he’s human. Not like in he’s possessed someone type way, but like he has a human form he can shift into, or he just is human, I don’t know- I don’t care, I just crave. Being able to hold the two little ones. The very definition of the cool uncle

~ “he made sure that his little emotional unstable child had everything he needed when he was in baby mode.”

<- kfbdkndjsn love that

~But also Mob vent regressing for the first time. Trying to deal with a melt down, papers, vases, chairs, etc. flying around the room, keeping Ritsu calm, and comforting the poor boy.

~Oh my gosh they would end up scruffed like kittens. I love that.

~Ritsu would be the type of kiddo who’s caregiver tells him no “because I said so.” And he will now make it his sole mission to do whatever it is he was told not to do. But only with Reigen. Dimple tells him no and he’s a bit more cooperative.

Thank you for all the ideas! Made my day reading this :D

[machines-art-shenanigans]

I’m a sucker for domestic stanarrator, so do they have any favorite casual outfits? Also, do they do any homey activities when they’re not running through a story, like watch movies or something?

RAAH I LOVE YOUR ART BTW. EXPLODING YOU. EXPLODE

I don't have consistent other outifts for them so... *clears throat* (IT'S GONNA BE LONG LMAO)

For Edwin: SWEATERS or CARDIGANS (grandpa ass) Usually a black/brown/yellow turtleneck (or a sweater that has the ugliest pattern and he's like "Yep, I'm wearing this." /hj) Pajama pants for more comfy SLIPPERS (grandpa ass pt. 2) Edwin starter pack /hj (kinda unironically want the Clippy sweater ngl):

For Stanley: T-Shirt, can have a print related to the Parable (8, Bucket, Linetm, etc. Shirts from the TSP2 expo). Short or long sleeves + plaid shirt (optional) Shorts or sweatpants Converse like shoes or just socks (SILLY PATTERN SOCKS!!!) Stanley starter pack:

They do watch movies! It's actually one of his favourite things humans have invented! They also cook (even though they don't really need to eat, they still kinda feel taste. And it's just a nice activity. Edwin is better at baking though) They also spend time in the starry dome together (Edwin usually restarts the game himself after to avoid... You know...). Or go to other games' maps for silly shenanigans. There's also times where Edwin is really fixated on a specific skill (neurodivergent ass) and eagerly shows it to Stanley (even if he's kinda bad.) Edwin trying to do a magic trick: 🎙: *Very confidently* "Is THIS your card?" ⌨: [No.] 🎙: "Oh! Um... *takes another card* Is THIS Your card?" ⌨: [Still no.] 🎙: "Oh, you've got to be-!" *Tries every other card until he finds Stanley's* Edwin drawing: 🎙: "Stanley, recently I've been trying out "drawing". It's always been something that I wanted to do. Now, I realise that there's home for improvement BUT I am quite proud of my work so far. What do you think?" *Shows it and it's literally something a 1st grader would make with a square house and bright yellow sun* /silly They draw together in the employee lounge teehee

THANK YOU FOR YOUR QUESTION!! AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LOVING MY ART IT MEANS A LOT TO ME YOU HAVE NO IDEA SORRY FOR THE LONG REPLY THOUGH LMAO

[found-wings]

for songs- instead of being happy and loving the world let me suggest little talks for codebreakers specifically in the code phil au after he's lost most of who he is through their continuous experiments ^-^ most of it I think fits but the bridge Especially so in the most heartbreaking way possible ow I love this song - 💿

After seeing this recommendation, I started listening to it on loop for a little while and you have me sold, I will be adding it to the playlist post in a moment because RAAH ( at least I assume it‘s the Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men, KAJAK )

Especially the beginning lyrics have me so???? ITS SO GOOD

The beginning lyrics being in connection to Phil not feeling safe in his own, almost abandoned home and Etoiles offering to be there for him, being a guiding hand whenever possible and protect him from what‘s to come. How much it hurts for Etoiles to see his friend being broken down from day to day, visit to visit.

Moving to Phil isolating himself, the „old voice“ could be in relation to the Federation breaking his mind apart with each visit. Making him doubt himself the more — or the less — he knows because he can‘t tell apart anymore what is real and what isn‘t, especially when it comes to his relation to the other Islanders and the Feds. Etoiles being there to remind him of everything good and that he is still there, Phil is still himself and that will never change no matter if he‘s a partial code, no matter how much the Federation messes with him.

„You‘re gone, gone, gone away, I watched you disappear

All that‘s left is a ghost of you

Now we‘re torn, torn, torn apart, there‘s nothing we can do

Just let me go, we‘ll meet again soon

Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around“

THIS???? I AGREE SO HARD, this especially gives me vibes of Etoiles watching what is practically a shell of the Philza he once knew, entirely broken by the Feds. Their once deep, trust bound connection hanging on by just a thread and threatening to be entirely torn away from each other - but Etoiles refuses to let go, he refuses to let the Federation take his friend away from him like this as if he‘s nothing more than just a mere toy for them.

ALTERNATIVELY this also gives me the idea of a particular bad ���fixing‘, where Phil goes missing for far longer than any other time. Phil sitting within a small, almost cell like room and feeling like this is it. The others will never notice or care for his disappearance again, won‘t ever try and get him back and the only reminders of his friends — family — being the small memories of them that the Federation so gracefully allowed him to keep. He‘s ready to just.. let go.

And Etoiles has had enough at that point, leading to an eventual break out for Phil from the hands of the Federation once he has enough info. There‘s a couple of other people tagging along and just imagine Etoiles breaking open a door and just seeing Phil right there — even if still separated by either reinforced metal bars or glass, just wishing for Phil to hold on.

Silly idea that randomly popped into my head, anyways AJAKKA

General consensus :

Very big vouch, will be adding it to my playlist pile and rattle it aggressively around

[dukedrakes]

The Strawberry Room (AU)

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Rose)

Rating: PG-13

Words: 2.7K

Summary: An AU where Drake drops his nephew off at pre-school and meets Rose, his teacher.

I got this idea when I was trying to fall asleep and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since so obviously I had to write it because it was so damn cute.

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Drake Walker had no idea what he was doing. All he knew was that his 4-year-old nephew starts pre-school in T-minus 45 minutes, and he hasn’t even fed the child yet. Savannah and Bertrand had trusted their son in Drake’s care for a week to have a much-needed break from running the Beaumont estate, but Drake was beginning to think they had made a terrible mistake as Bartie ran through the living room in only underwear with a pirate hat on.

It wasn’t even 8 am and Drake was already more stressed than he had ever been in his life.

“Bartie! Get dressed, you need to go pre-school!” Drake said as he stood at the edge of the living room, watching Bartie climb up on the coffee table with a make-shift sword and pretending to swing it.

“But Captain Lionheart’s ship is under attack from man-eating fish-monsters!” Bartie protested, lifting the constantly falling pirate hat off his brow.

“It may be time to call a truce, kid.” Drake crossed his arms. “At least until this afternoon.”

Bartie thought for a moment before shouting; “Never!” and jumped off the table before thrusting his sword at Drake who had to jump back to avoid being hit.

“Hey! Bartie!” Drake shouted as Bartie ran off down the corridor laughing. “Get back here you little—”

Drake took off after him, skidding on the floorboards as he turned to enter Bartie’s room. Drake saw him jumping on his unmade bed, cackling. Drake bolted to the bed but was too late as Bartie had already jumped off the bed and taken off down the corridor again. Drake ran a hand over his face muttering, “Does he do this every day? How was Savannah deal with this?” before running back out to the living room, which was now silent. Drake sighed, as he looked around for where Bartie was hiding.

“Come on out, Bartie.” Drake carefully walked around couch pillows that have been thrown on the floor. “Your teacher isn’t going to like it if you’re late. Neither will your mom.”

Drake was met with silence as he finally spotted Bartie’s feet peeking out at the bottom of the curtain. Drake crept up closer as quiet as he could before he shouted. “RAAH! Got you, you little rascal!” He scooped Bartie up in his arms and the child laughed hysterically. Drake tickled him as he carried him to the bedroom.

“Stop! Uncle Drake, stop it!” Bartie giggled as he squirmed in Drake’s arms.

Drake laughed and tickled him one last time before he sat him down on the bed and crouched in front of his nephew.

“Alright, buddy. Now, we’ve got to get ready to go so can you do something for me?” Drake asked.

Bartie nodded enthusiastically, his pirate hat falling over his eyes.

“I need you to put on some clothes whilst I make you some breakfast so we can so to pre-school, okay?” Drake said as he removed Bartie’s pirate hat and placed it in his small hands.

Bartie nodded. “When I get back, will you play pirates with me?”

Drake smiled. “Sure thing, little guy. But only if you be a good boy and get yourself and your bag ready.”

“Okay!” Bartie exclaimed and slid off the bed before running to his dresser and rummaging through for some clothes.

Drake stood up slowly and watched his nephew with a small smile on his face as he exited the room to go to the kitchen and throw together some store-bought pancakes (he hadn’t worked out how to use the stove yet) with fruit and Nutella. He finished spreading some Nutella on the pancake as he looked at the time on the oven.

“Shit!” He muttered to himself before calling towards Bartie’s room. “Bartie we gotta go! Pre-school started 5 minutes ago!”

Drake unbuckled Bartie from his chair seat and lifted him out of the car, grabbed his backpack and Bartie’s hand before running to the pre-school door with him in tow.

“Uncle Drake, you’re going too fast!” Bartie complained.

“Sorry, little guy, but we’re running very late.” Drake said as he slowed a little. “Your mom won’t let me hear the end of this if she finds out” He muttered under his breath.

Drake entered the pre-school building, puffed out and frazzled. “Hi,” He said to the person at the front desk, running his free hand through his hair. “I’m Drake Walker, I’m dropping my nephew Bartie Walker-Beaumont off?” He spoke it more like a question. “This is my first time here and my sister told me the room he was in, but I can’t remember it and I know I’m very late, but can you tell me which room he’s in?” He asked, more embarrassed than ever before.

“Hi, Mr. Walker. Don’t worry about being late. Bartie is room 104, the Strawberry Room. Just head down the corridor and it’s the second room on your right.” The person at the front desk smiled at him and gestured to Drake’s right.

“Thanks. I appreciate it.” Drake replied and tugged Bartie down the corridor until he reached a door with a large smiling strawberry on it. And it also appeared to be scented.

Drake knocked on the door and opened it, being met with 25 chatty children at desks, making what looked like pasta necklaces.

“Hi! Can I help you?” Said a melodic voice and Drake turned his head to the only adult in the room. She walked forward, wearing a white t-shirt under some denim overalls with a paper tiara on her head, her long ponytail swinging behind her.

“Oh. Um. Hi.” Drake stammered. “I’m Drake Walker, Bartie’s uncle.”

“Hi.” She went to say more when Bartie let go of Drake’s hand.

“Miss Clarke!” He exclaimed as he ran out to hug the woman – who appeared to be Miss Clarke’s – legs.

“Bartie! It’s good to see you, running a bit late today, are we?” She smiled as she bent over to rub his back.

“Sorry about that…uh…Miss Clarke.” Drake said sheepishly. “We’ve had a bit of a hectic morning.”

“I was fighting with the man-eating fish monsters!” Bartie cheered.

She gasped and feigned shock. “Were you?! How terrifying! Did you win?”

“Nope, we called a truce until this afternoon, Uncle Drake is going to help me defeat them!” Bartie explained with excitement.

“Very diplomatic of you. Now,” She said and crouched down to his level. “I’m going to need to you put your bag on its hook and sit at a desk because we’re making pasta necklaces today.”

“Ooh! I can make one for Mommy and Daddy and my uncles!” Bartie said with a grin.

“That’s a fantastic idea! Off you go, I’ll come and see you in a minute.” Miss Clarke said before Bartie ran off.

Drake cleared his throat, not realising he’d been watching her interact with Bartie with a smile on his face. “Again, I’m so sorry for being late this morning…uh…?”

“Oh! Sorry, I’m Rose. It’s nice to meet you.” She said, holding out her hand that was faintly covered in glitter. “And don’t worry about it, things like that happen with 4-year-olds”

“Right.” Drake shook her hand as he smiled at her; she was kind of beautiful.

“So, you’re Bartie’s uncle?” Rose said after a beat of silence.

Drake blinked as if he was manually registering her words before replying. “Uh, yeah. I’m looking after him this week.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“He’s a good kid. Very imaginative.” Rose looked over to where Bartie was sat and enthusiastically gesticulating an, no doubt, engaging story.

“Yeah, I think he has too much of his uncle in him.” Drake said with a smile as he watched his nephew put pasta on his fingers like claws and show the kid next to him.

Rose raises an eyebrow at Drake before he hurriedly clarifies; “His other uncle. Maxwell.”

“Ah, yes. The infamous Uncle Maxwell. I’ve certainly heard a lot about him from Bartie.” Rose smiles.

“I’m sure you have.” Drake replies.

“Lots of bizarre squid stories.” Rose laughs.

“That’s Maxwell.” Drake smiles.

There’s a comfortable silence between them as they watch Bartie together before Rose cleared her throat. “Well, I guess I’ll be seeing more of you then?” Rose asked with a smile.

“Looks like it.” Drake confirmed as he shoved his hands in his jean pockets.

“Hopefully Bartie will defeat the fish-monsters with enough time to get to school tomorrow.” Rose winked as she walked away to help some kids who had spilt pasta everywhere.

“Uh! Of course!” Drake stammered out with embarrassment.

“See you at 3pm, Mr. Walker.” Rose called out, a grin on her face. “Don’t be late.”

“Ah, good morning, Mr. Walker. Right on time I see.” Rose teased as she stood in the doorway of the Strawberry Room greeting the parents and kids as they arrived.

“I said I would be here on time.” Drake said as Bartie threw his arms around Rose. He didn’t want to tell her that he got up an hour earlier to decider the kitchen stove manual and make sure he had a nutritious breakfast ready for Bartie and had organised his bag the night before. He also didn’t want to tell her that he had had a little talk with Bartie before bed explaining why they couldn’t be late tomorrow.

“Uncle Drake said we had to be on time today so we could impress you.” Bartie grinned.

Drake’s eyes widened. He had been betrayed by a 4-year-old.

“Did he now?” Rose looked up from Bartie and eyed Drake with a sly smile.

“He’s kidding.” Drake quickly said.

“No, I’m not! You said—” Bartie protested before he was cut off by Drake reaching for him and pulling him into a hug.

“Have a good day, buddy! Don’t get into too much trouble!” Drake said as Bartie squirmed against him. “See you at 3 o’clock!”

Bartie pulled himself from Drake’s grasp and ran into the room. Drake stood up and scratched the back of his neck as Rose crossed her arms with a grin on her face.

“Uh…I should probably get going. Errands to run, you know.” Drake deflected as he took a few steps backwards.

Rose just kept grinning that stupidly cute grin that made his heart beat a little faster. “Okay.”

“Right. Bye, Miss Clarke” Drake waved as he turned and scolded himself for being so ridiculous.

“Mr. Walker!” He heard Rose call out from down the corridor. He turned towards her. “For the record, I’m impressed.”

Drake waited in the corridor outside the famed Strawberry Room with the other parents and guardians. He kept checking his phone for the time just for something to do. It was Friday and the last day of pre-school for the week. Savannah and Bertrand would be back on Sunday night, so this was Drake’s last school pick up for the time being.

Aside from that Monday morning, there hadn’t been any other real dramas this week. Drake got the hang of things pretty quickly and Bartie was more than happy to have his uncle around to play pirates or cowboys or pirates vs. cowboys.

But Drake couldn’t lie and say he didn’t enjoy dropping him off and picking him up from pre-school. And it wasn’t because he had a few hours to himself. And it also wasn’t because Bartie would bring him a macaroni picture that looked like an octopus, shamefully. But because of his pretty and playfully teasing pre-school teacher. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. With her grin and teasing banter that simultaneously made him embarrassed and gave him butterflies. It didn’t help that she seemed to love Bartie as much as he did.

Every morning and afternoon Drake and Rose would chat for a little bit. He tried to keep the conversations as nonchalant as possible, but Rose’s banter would always surprise him and make him stammer a little. She seemed to enjoy making him flustered, but he wasn’t sure if her teasing was flirtatious or not and this point, he was too afraid to ask. There had been times where she had said something, and Drake had to do a double take in his head as to what it meant. Sometimes it was paired with a smile that was less amusing and more soft and genuine, making him second-guess the encounter entirely.

The one thing he did know, however, was that he liked her.

The door to the room opened suddenly, bringing Drake out of his thoughts. Kids streamed out of the room and ran to their respective parents. He waited for Bartie and it wasn’t long before the little boy came running out of the classroom. Drake crouched down and scooped up Bartie in a hug.

“Hey, buddy! How was your day?” Drake asked as he held him.

“Good! We did painting!” Bartie recounted excitedly.

“Oh, yeah? What’d you paint?” Drake asked, setting Bartie back down on the ground.

Bartie shoved a rolled-up painting in towards him with a grin on his face. Drake took it with a smile and opened it up, seeing a poorly drawn but colourful drawing of one tall person and one little person that were unmistakeably him and Bartie. Bartie had draw his uncle in his classic denim shirt and had put himself in a pirate hat. Drake couldn’t stop the smile that grew on his face.

“That’s awesome, little guy.” Drake complimented.

“It’s you and me!” Bartie pointed out excitedly.

“I can see that. We’ll have to put it on the fridge when we get home.” Drake replied, handing Bartie the painting back.

“The resemblance is uncanny, Mr. Walker.”

Drake looked up and saw Rose leaning against the doorway. She took his breath away even dressed in a pink tutu and fairy wings; another paper tiara adorned her head.

Drake cleared his throat. “You know you can me Drake, right?” He said, putting his hands in his jean pockets, a nervous tick.

“I know.” Rose smiled. “Is this your last day?”

Drake frowned. “What?”

“Your last day picking up Bartie.” Rose clarified, putting some loose hair behind her ear.

“Oh, yeah. It is.” Drake said. “Nice outfit.” He nodded to the sparkly get up she wore.

She looked down at her clothes. “Oh! Uh, thanks. We were playing fairies and elves. I was the fairy queen.” A rare light blush spread across her cheeks.

Drake smirked. “You certainly look like one.”

She blushed again. “Thanks.” Rose scratched the back of her neck. “So, I guess this is the last time I’ll see you for a while.”

Drake scuffed his shoes on the linoleum floor as he said, “Looks like it.”

Rose nodded. “Well, I won’t keep you. It was great meeting you. Take care, Mr Walker. Drake.”

She backed into the room and closed the door, Drake heard it click shut before he let out a breath.

“Can we go get ice cream, Uncle Drake?” Bartie asked, craning his head to look at Drake.

“Hang on, buddy.” Drake said as he walked forward and knocked on the door before he could stop himself.

Rose opened the door a few seconds later, now missing her tiara. She seemed surprised for a second but before she could say anything Drake said; “Do you want to go out sometime?”

Rose blinks in surprised before she smiles genuinely. “That depends. Where would we go?”

“Uh!” Drake stammers, not prepared for a response other than yes or no. “Dinner, maybe? If you’d like. I know this really cool dive bar with great food and drinks as well as this old jukebox that only plays really bad 80’s music and pool tables.” He rambles.

Rose purses her lips. “I’ve never been very good at pool.”

“I can teach you.” Drake smiled back.

Rose smiled again, giving Drake butterflies. “I’d love to.”

Drake beamed. “Oh! Great!”

Rose turned to the shelf next to her and grabbed a bit of paper before scrawling with pink pen something which seemed to be her address and number in cursive script. “Don’t be late.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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Rio & Indie

Bants, partying, discussing Drew’s antics, Buster and that camgirl life.

Rio: You drum safe, younger? or you been mashing all night wit rudeboy that was way too amp chirpsing at you? blates your type i thought 😉😂 Indie joined the chat 3 hours ago Indie: me and baggamanz 5-0! if you want amp its dem feds! 💀 They was finkin they all bad got me bennin but it's cotch now I can chirpse my way outta mad things 😂😝 Indie: rudeboy was crump tho yeah 😍 Rio: Is it? They always been inner wastemans but your old man the one that gotta cotch tbh wifey. Gotta be LONG still dealing with all their reh teh teh at his age, even if he's still buff n shit Rio: look at my galdem, finkin she mad bad now she got dem titties Rio: so proud 😍 Indie: innit 🙄 nah dem jakes wanted to roll with me ONLY but I got dem reckonin they slipped 😈 trouble in these endz? Couldn't say po i'm just a nextman 👼 Indie: all while my da out shottin Indie: Such jokes! So you link wit hubz when I was back in me yard? Rio: flatroofin n gassin way too extra on that bullshit babe got me creasin here 😂😘 Rio: peak Rio: fuck nah he got me vexed Rio: i ain't fucking wit him rn, bare dry wit his jealousy 'cos i linked with that bloke at the marker last nite Indie: 'llow it 🍼 he so extra  it ain't like you bredding 👴 is he bait or what? 😕 ex hubz be out here like he ain't crutterz Indie: boi you dashed now. I'll give him air later Indie: you should roll w that dj from the other day Rio: init tho! he's gotta go tbh babe, or i have. making daily grind bare dred, getting lairy with punters when a bitch is just pulling pints n bein' polite for the $$$ Rio: might see if they lookin' for new blood in his club then Rio: tho, track record proves that ain't the best idea 😂 i could sugar baby full time at this point but i like the scene still, n i can keep an eye on you, lil miss jailbait gettin' rude😘 Rio: i've been looking into other shit but...i dunna...you might think its bare skanky, never mind it ain't something i can proudly tell the fam 🙊 Indie: He's peepin for bare gyaldem 😆 I threw my hat in but he's lookin for dem olders like. I acted proper vexed shouting like I'm bare legal but he dashed me out ⛔ Indie: Standard but you can seckle babe I don't need no watching Indie: is it? ah nam? What's the vibe u gonna bredd them for 💰💰 Rio: Baby girl... 😂 going from actin like u grown to having a straight up tantrum, only u 😘 u gotta act like u not bothered boo, too hype for your own good sometimes, listen to muvva 💋 Rio: alright but i like cotchin wit chu! u too grown for me now?! Rio: 😭 Rio: rahhhhhh ok Rio: basically, cam girling, but it ain't necessarily what u think Rio: u can do what you want, like u don't have to wank or even get naked or anything Rio: as long as u set out ur vibe n intentions, if the punters vibe with what you doin, u can earn like 100euros an hour, which ain't to be sniffed at when all i'd be doing is chillin Rio: like lots of girls just chat, blokes are bare lonely out here, or i could smoke a bowl, whatevs, like lbr, i'm probably gonna be in my good undies 'cos why not, obvs the more you do the more money, like the sugar baby shit... Rio: what u think, have i lost it? 😵 Indie: Skeen! Watch when I'm 18 I'll be out there earning 🎂 by eating it. I've spied that b4 it'd be sick bet that shit i'll be rinsed when i'm grown tho raah 😡 Indie: you still gonna smoke w you wifey innit? Indie: it got me wilding but only cos its bare boss get ur crust babe 🤑 Rio: i know what you mean, those asian girls eat mad cals, you'd be beast at that Rio: i'd be an actual beast tho, like heffer not hefner namean Rio: and duh! tho u can't come on stream, u really too lil for that and i ain't catching a charge for directing and distributing that kinda filth 😂 Rio: maybe ur dad will fund me 🤑😍 promo his merchandise for some good good 😈😇 hehehe Indie: allow it bitch u chung! dont be skippin no meals 2 draw in dem heads 😘 Indie: he'd love that hype shits getting militant in this endz way he's spittin when he rolls back to this drum Indie: the tourists reckon his gear aint off the hook 😩 Rio: 😘 u always know how to gas this bitch up, love chu Rio: imma start setting it up then, been thinkin' bout it for time but you know, thinkin what if chiefs give my youngers shit at school 😤 Rio: i don't want that, you know? i think most of the fam would be chill if they found out, or would just not step up to shout about how chill they ain't, keep it to themselves like but... always gonna be one cunt ain't there Rio: speaking of, have u seen buster mckenna about? 😂 Indie: I'll watch for them too standard. No chance of any getting owned then like Indie: nah I've seen his sister some ways but he don't venture to my ends in dem garms mandem get wiped the fuck out Indie: He vexing u? Rio: You're a 💎 Rio: Yeah Nance is chill, you probs got her shook wild child 😬😵 but she's solid Rio: Not even but lowkey, yeah! Rio: Idk where u was...I think your old man wanted a quiet one in for a change, chinese and old eps of only fools, I think ANYWAY Rio: I saw him out and was shook myself 'cos he never comes round these ends no more, too good or sum shit; so I was telling him off, but like jokes too, for not seeing his sister enough and he was such a prick, I can't even explain gurl Rio: Mans so in love with himself he thinks everyone else is too, including me like 'low it boy Indie: raah he's your fam and he wanna be bae 😵 allow it chief like you're peng but thats amp boi Indie: want me to merk him Rio: Bahaha that would be so jokes babe but not gon' help him think I'm not obsessed wit him if i set my wifey on him, like 🙄 Rio: he won't be here long anyway, then i won't see him 'til the next family function and so many of us no need to chat is there? Indie: Set him up with your stream link make him pay for being so hype 🤑 Rio: 🤢😂 you just as bad as him, gurl honestly! that's what i'm tryna avoid, imagine how much of a twat he'd be if he knew, he already thinks i'm a thot without knowing i'm hoeing lowkey 😎💋 Indie: what's that wasteman know cept how to drop 💰 on cardigans or some shit Rio: truuuuuu 😂 Rio: fuck him Indie: don't tho 😝 Rio: behave 😤🤢😂 Rio: he has grown bad like but not that bad Indie: hit me with a pic bitch I'll judge cos you're beefin & he blood like Rio: [sends Instagram link] Rio: he fucking knows it like he's never got clothes on but i can't chat shit there can i 🙊 Indie: bruv i'm gassed 💓 imma add him 🙈 peak Rio: indie! have u not been listening to me Rio: he's practically ur fam too u better not bitch Indie: not bothered 😍😈 Indie: Don't be moist like Indie: I can lips him he ain't nothing to me yet Rio: he remembers you when u was wettin in ur pampers in all the ways, babe, i don't think he's gonna go for it somehow Rio: and i ain't having it, militant like, fuck w me Indie: Law it Indie: I'm grown now and he proper is Rio: no means no lil thirsty ass Indie: You dry 😏 Rio: someone's gotta be 💦 Indie: 😂 Indie: You comin round 4 a bowl or you too hyped about mckenna like Rio: if u don't seckle imma block a bitch swear down 😤 Rio: course tho, see u in 5 💋 Indie: jam wifey you just get treckin its breakfast time no more mad bants 🤞

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Chukat

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Chukat-Just Forgive Our Parsha details another example of how the Jewish people complained about their situation in the desert [0]: "They journeyed from Mount Hor by way of the Sea of Reeds to go around the land of Edom, and the spirit of the people grew short with the road.   The people spoke against G-d and against Moshe: ‘Why have you brought us up from Egypt to die in this wilderness?  For there is no food and there is no water, and our soul is at its limit with the insubstantial food.’  G-d sent the snakes, the burning ones, against the people and they bit the people; and a large multitude of Israel died.  The people came to Moshe and said, ‘We have sinned, for we have spoken against HaShem and against you! Pray to HaShem that He remove us from the snakes.’ And Moshe prayed for the people". Rashi tells us on 'And Moshe prayed': ‘From here we see regarding one from whom people request forgiveness, that he should not be too cruel to forgive.’ When the Jewish people spoke against HaShem and Moshe Rabbenu, the punishment was immediate and devastating. G-d sent poisonous deadly snakes to inflict the complainers.  They then acknowledged their sin and asked Moshe to pray for them, and he agreed. Rashi quotes the Midrash Tanchuma, explaining that Moshe immediately forgave them, teaching that when a person is wronged by his fellow he should not stubbornly refuse to forgive him, he should do so or else he is regarded cruel. There is a principle that the Torah relates a halacha or an idea in hashkafa by highlighting an extreme example of a situation, and we can then apply that lesson through a kal v’chomer to other cases. In our Midrash, Moshe would certainly have been justified in not forgiving the people.  Firstly, they viewed his great kindnesses as acts of cruelty.  Moshe took them to the desert in order to save them from Pharaoh and they complained that he took them to die there. He provided them with the holy mann and they moaned that it was an unnatural food.   They were guilty of motsi shem raah,[1] in addition to lashon hara.  The Rema writes that even though one must forgive those who sin against him, this is not the case with regards to motsi shem raah.[2]  Nevertheless, Moshe Rabbenu immediately forgave them and prayed for them.[3] It is hard to imagine that one could commit a graver injustice than the people did against Moshe, kal vachomer (more the so), every individual is expected to forgive those who wrong him.   Rashi adds that refusal to forgive others is considered cruelty.  One who does not forgive is actually spiritually damaged, as the Rambam writes in Shmone Perakim that the soul, like the physical body, can be afflicted with sickness and then cured. Forgiveness is the cure for the soul's sickness (See Maharsha on Megillah 17b). The Gemara in Shabbat 149b tells that one who is the cause of another Jew’s punishment cannot dwell in HaShem’s presence in the Next World.[4] For example, if Reuven wrongs Levi and deserves to be punished, Levi will also suffer as he brought about Reuven’s sin - unless he forgives Reuven.[5]   The following story demonstrates how seriously our Torah leaders took this matter. Rabbi Chaim Soloveitchik zt”l related the following story about his father, Rabbi Yosef Dov zt”l, author of the Bet HaLevi.  They were once sitting together learning in the Slutzk yeshiva when one of the town butchers entered the study hall and started screaming and shaming the Bet HaLevi. He accused the Rav of judging unfairly, for he had judged him and another butcher the previous day. He claimed that even though he was innocent, he had been found guilty because the other butcher had bribed the Bet HaLevi. When he heard what the butcher was accusing him of he put on his hat and jacket, stood up and quietly looked down at the ground. The butcher saw that he was standing shamefaced, so he continued with his tirade. He cursed all the rabbis and called the Bet HaLevi a dishonest person. He even lifted his hand and threatened to hit him. All this time, the Bet HaLevi controlled himself and bore his shame in silence.  As the butcher began to leave the study hall he continued mouthing curses and insults, but the Be HaLevi did not try to justify himself or scold him. Instead, he went after him saying, “I forgive you, I forgive you. No one is held accountable for his suffering.” The following day, this butcher was leading some bulls that he had bought. One of them suddenly went wild, attacked the butcher and killed him. This incident greatly distressed the Bet HaLevi and he became dejected.  Rav Chaim related that his father told him a few times, "I am afraid that I caused his death because of my animosity.”  Rav Chaim told his father that he clearly heard him forgiving the man.  After much convincing, the Bet HaLevi was somewhat consoled but was still pained over the incident. He went to the butcher's funeral, cried bitterly upon his grave and took it upon himself to say Kaddish for eleven months and learn Mishnayot daily to elevate the butcher's soul. Every year on his yahrtzeit he would fast and learn Torah to uplift his soul, practicing the same customs that he would observe on his own father's yahrtzeit.   This incredible story demonstrates how far we should go to not be the cause of someone else’s suffering even when the other person is clearly in the wrong.[6] We have seen how important it is to forgive others, and the spiritual ramifications of refusal to do so.  On a more basic level, refusal to forgive often prevents disputes from being resolved.  Many terrible disputes that ruined families and friendships could have been avoided or curtailed if the parties would have forgiven each other.  May we merit to learn from the example of Moshe Rabbenu and freely forgive our fellow. ____________________________________________ [0] Bamidbar 21:4-7. .

[1] This involves negative speech which is also false.  See Ayelet HaShachar, Bamidbar 21:7.

[2] Siman 606, saif 1.

[3] Indeed the Mishnah Berurah, sk.11, writes that forgiving motsi shem raah is commendable, he describes it as middat anava.

[4] This is so even in a case of a victim whose oppressor was punished by G-d. Since the victim was the cause of another's suffering (albeit justifiable), he too must suffer.However, this applies only where the victim actually did something to bring about the other's punishment, e.g. he prayed that Hashem would punish his oppressor. [ We should pray that our suffering cease, rather than our oppressor be punished (see Baba Kamma 93a)].

[5] It seems clear from the commentaries that this is only true when the person who was wronged did not do what he could to exonerate the sinner, the most obvious example being to forgive his sin.  If the sinner then continues to stubbornly refuse to ask for forgiveness, then the victim bears no responsibility since he has done what he can to prevent the sinner being punished.

[6] In other essays we have written another reason why refusing to forgive is very damaging to the stubborn person. Le Iluy nishmat Eliahu ben Simcha, Mordechai ben Shlomo, Perla bat Simcha, Abraham Meir ben Leah,Moshe ben Gila,Yaakov ben Gila, Sara bat Gila, Yitzchak ben Perla, Leah bat Chavah, Abraham Meir ben Leah. Refua Shelema of Yaacov ben Miriam, Gila bat Tzipora, Tzipora bat Gila, Dvir ben Leah, Elimelech Dovid ben Chaya Baila, Noa bat Batsheva Devorah and  Dovid Yehoshua ben Leba Malka. Atzlacha to Shmuel ben Mazal tov and Zivug agun to Marielle Gabriela bat Gila.