#I'm trying to get them into my garden especially the backyard where I'd have my privacy

[brucewaynehater101]

Fake Uncle is brilliant! Love it!

Bruce: so the uncle was real?

Tim: yup

Bruce: but he's an evil uncle???

Tim: yup

Bruce: why did you never tell me??

Tim *blinks: it never came up. Duh.

Well, for the Drakes. I was thinking they'd be aliens as well. But even within their culture they were aloof. Like maybe as strategists but not someone with a family circle. They had no clue what to do with a child. But, their king handed them a baby with his final breath. Earth looked safe, so that's where they went.

I'm sure they were baffled by earth human customs. I imagine raising children is different on earth. They were, however, good at negotiations, so they worked their way up the social ladder, hoping to give Tim a better life (not quite princely, but close).

I really like the idea about them searching for artifacts to teach Tim about their home!!! Good idea!! I'll have to use that!

The Drakes tried, but I think they mostly threw money at Tim. New bike? Sure. Want to learn Mandarin? Why not? Want a new nanny cause the last one was rude? Of course, your highness! Immediately!

New nannies happened all the time because timbo was a brat and fired them for petty stuff as a little kid.

Kori would be a fun add-on! Maybe she offers Tim slightly wrong advice culturally.

K: -and do this! It's very important!

T: does it.

Staff: Noooooo! This is WRONG!

T and K: confused.

Tim was trained that he was a prince, but he also was taught that it was very, very unlikely that he would take the throne. (The Drakes died later)

EXACTLY! That's along the lines I was thinking, but I'm not super great at making up funny traditions yet. Lol.

You are CORRECT about Tim "not being able to change rules" and "unstable position". It makes sense for the AU.

Ridiculous subjects are in the plan!

Subject: I have brought you this gift Your Highness. *bows with jar of slime.

Tim*is concerned: it's moving?!

Subject *shocked: Of course, Highness! I would only bring you alive Grummk!

Tim: .....ok....thank you?

Damian would be fascinated and JEALOUS me thinks.

I am so vibing with the Drakes trying their best and being so clueless as well. I'd love to see a scene or two of Janet and Jack just arguing with each other as toddler Tim causes chaos in the background.

Janet: "Is he climbing the tree in the backyard?"

Jack: "Yeah. I saw an article about human kids and trees or something."

Janet: "Is he climbing the tree that the gardener sectioned off for safety?"

Jack: "Yes?"

Janet: ".... I'm sure it'll be fine."

Tim ended up with a broken arm.

I liked the court scene you had! Stuff like that would be hilarious to read ^^

Are there any differences between Tim/the Drakes and humans? It would be funny if it's something small, especially that all humans have (like the ability to taste cinnamon or something). Just traits that Tim is able to get away with by leaning into his "I was neglected by my 'parents' and thus have no clue how to do normal human things like the human I totally am." Any physical traits (like a blue birthmark) could be cool as well.

Tim, if you wanted, could also bond with Kara and Clark about being an alien raised on Earth.

I think Damian could become an advisor for Tim. That would be kind of cute to see. They could also bond about being heirs of empires that they thought they would never actually inherit.

Dick could charm/be a court performer if he wanted to do that. Alfred would definitely get his hands on the kitchen staff to ensure Tim is properly being fed. Barbara would beef up Tim's security.

Cass would probably play pranks on Tim's "army" while Steph gathered blackmail on the planet's high society (and pull pranks on the ones that pissed her off).

I don't know enough about Helena Bertinelli, but maybe she would treat it as a fun vacation to intimidate rich people?

Duke might be interested in learning more about Tim's home world and what it's like to space travel. He would also be the one to accidentally set half the castle on fire.

I don't know if you'd like your AU to have all the Bats, but there's some stuff they could do.

[smolwritingchick]

Be For Real

This randomly popped into my head so I typed it. I guess jealous Jennie? I know people want to see jealous scenes between JenKook, so this became a brainstorm. I'll make another custom chapter of a party or something and this could happen. I'll add on and edit whenever I decide to put it in the story. 

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"You alright, Jen?" Hayoon asked as they stood next to each other with drinks at the party. 

As they stood across the room, Jennie raised an eyebrow when watching a girl ogle over Jungkook. It was ridiculous. The chick knew good and well they were dating and yet was still trying any little trick to charm him which was not working. Jungkook may not have been able to see through the facade but Jennie saw it a mile away with the way the girl had been staring at him all night.

Miss Bangtan began to feel herself getting angry when the girl giggled and touched his muscled arm.

"Oh, so now the bitch wants to touch my man? Yoon, can you hold my drink? I'll be right back," she requested and gave Hayoon her cup.

"Oh dear," Hayoon watched with nervousness as Jennie strutted right over to them. 

"You go to the gym frequently?" the girl asked Jungkook with a big smile.

He nodded politely. "Jennie and I like to go together. It's been a routine for us,"

"Wow, that's amazing! And you look soooo strong! Your arms especially! I mean, I may have to get some personal training lessons from you, sometime,"

"I'm sure you can have someone else as your personal trainer instead of asking him for tips," Jennie cut into the conversation, standing next to him.

The girl glanced at her in annoyance. "I was speaking to Jun-"

"Yeah, well, I'm speaking to you. And I'd appreciate it if you stopped talking to my man as if I'm not here. He's not available to personally train you and never will be. So, if you're done trying to come up with some bullshit excuse to be alone with my man, I suggest you see your way out of our faces," she tilted her head and smiled.

The girl narrowed her eyes and turned around, storming off.

"Yeah, like the fuck I thought," Jennie said, watching her leave.

Jungkook watched Jennie, surprised. He didn't think it was that big of a deal but she completely told the girl off.

"Babe, you all right?" he asked.

She glared at him and rolled her eyes. Ignoring him, she began to walk away.

"H-hey! Jennie!" he called out and rushed after her. 

The two ended up outside the party, in the backyard, as they began walking through the gardens.

"Are you going to keep ignoring me? What's wrong? What was all that about?" he asked as he caught up with her.

"Oh, you're soooo strong, Jungkook. Oh, maybe you can teach me some time," she mocked and fake laughed.

"She was just being nice. I don't think she meant it like that," 

"Be fucking for real. She was deadass flirting with you," she exclaimed as she stopped walking and stood in front of him with a frown. 

"Flirting?"

"Yes! The way she grabbed your arm and giggled, smiling all in your damn face like some loony tune? Giving you the bold, flirty stare and everything. Like girl do you really wanna get slapped, right now?"

Jungkook began to chuckle softly as he watched her rant, understanding where this was headed. This was the last thing he was expecting tonight. Her being jealous. 

He watched as the warm wind blew her hair while she continued to express herself. He couldn't help but cross his arms, admiring her as she remained annoyed. She arrived at the party earlier than him and this was his first time seeing her as he got a good look at her short bodycon dress. His eyes began to wander down her body, smirking softly.

Meeting her eyes again, he thought about how lucky he was that she was his. She looked gorgeous under the moonlight as the stars appeared in the night sky. The urge to kiss her increased as he continued to listen to her rant. 

"These girls do not know how to act. What is it with these bitches trying to be all over you? Like I get it. You are fine as hell and a walking green flag but you're mine. My man. Bitches need to come correct. I'm deadass, Jungkook. I hate this. Like does she not understand you're with me? She lucky I acted the way I did-oh so you think this is funny?"

"No, no, not at all," he quickly answered with an amused smile as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Then why are you laughing?"

"I wasn't,"

"You know what? Forget it," she waved him away and walked past him, in the direction to the party.

"Wait, come here," he laughed softly and gently reached out to grab her, wrapping his arms around her waist for a back hug.

"No, get off. You're not even listening," she complained.

"I am listening. I hear you. I just never would have thought of you acting jealous, tonight," he kissed her cheek.

"I'm not jealous..." she grumbled while he released her.

"Yes, you are,"

"I'm not..."

"And what do you call this, babe?" he grinned.

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. She couldn't even think of an answer as he smiled triumphally. Jungkook uncrossed her arms and pulled her to him, placing his hands on her hips while she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Don't worry too much about her. She'll back off now after what you told her," he reassured.

"She better,"

He smirked and leaned down to kiss her deeply, putting all her frustrations and worries to rest.

"Wanna get out of here?" he whispered in her ear as his hands began to roam down her body.

She smiled and pulled away. "Yeah. 10 minutes. Let me say bye to Hayoon and the girls, first,"

[pokemonshelterstories]

hi! love your work, its really inspiring :3 recently, i've been working on an outdoor garden because my boyfriend has a sick bulbasaur that needs a good place to recover. i also wanna provide a place for grass and bug pokemon to chill, especially cos i live in a relatively open area where these pokemon are susceptible to getting attacked by flying types.

my only concern is that i'm not sure if this is allowed. besides my bf's bulbasaur and my grubbin, we don't own the other pokemon, and they have freedom to roam around other areas. i also look around the garden to make sure that the pokemon are safe to hang around with each other. if i see pokemon that can potentially harm the others i try to shoo them off. i'm not sure if this is considered as pokemon hoarding or whatnot. i don't wanna get arrested for protecting them :c i don't know who to talk to about this, should i ask my local pokecentres?

aww, this is super sweet of you!

im guessing youre referring to wild bug and grass type pokemon? in that case, there's absolutely nothing wrong with providing a welcoming environment for them in your backyard! of course, you can't prevent every flying type from getting to them- getting eaten is a part of being in the ecological web- but as long as you dont feed pokemon directly and dont try to scare off any bird pokemon then this sounds lovely! you're not keeping the pokemon yourself or preventing them from leaving, so this isn't a hoarding situation.

i'd talk to your local rangers about different kinds of native plants and natural cover you can provide, since they can give advice specific to your area and they would LOVE to help you out.

i hope the lil bulbasaur feels better btw! i find that natural sunshine does SO MUCH for grass types, but you could also talk to your vet about certain plant supplements that can be mixed into water for your bfs bulbasaur.

[hero-deserves-to-be-happy]

Thank you so much for the ask, 🩶 Anon!! It's always so wonderful to hear from you!

We'd be thrilled to answer all of these questions for you, but to keep the posts from being too long we've decided to divide them between canon characters and OCs into two separate posts (the other is linked here). The canon character answers are below, and in keeping with the interview part of the game, we tried our best to answer in the respective character's POV (and included some game sprites just for added fun!).

We hope you'll like what we come up with! Take care! 💙

HERO Answers:

3. What is your favorite childhood memory?

I have so many wonderful childhood memories that it's hard to choose just one, especially if I had to choose between memories of my family or my friends. They're both very important to me.

In terms of childhood memories of my family, I loved learning how to cook from my grandma, Mamá Alma, and cooking big family dinners with her. My parents taught me a lot too. Kel and I used to build bird feeders with our dad, and our mom tried to teach us how to knit once but Kel ended up tangled in all the yarn (which he insisted was way more fun than knitting anyway).

Kel and I had a lot of fun together when we were young! We'd stay up late building blanket forts or telling stories, and we loved playing adventure games especially pretending we were pirates looking for buried treasure in our backyard. Sometimes our friends would play too.

I have a lot of fond memories of them as well. I loved spending time at the park or visiting the beach, watching cartoons on Saturday mornings, playing cards or board games, and especially having picnics together. I think some of my fondest memories are of when we would all cook or bake things together to pack in our picnic baskets. Mari and I always tried to make everyone's favorite foods, so we'd spend a lot of time preparing, and honestly, I think I sometimes enjoyed that more than the actual picnics themselves.

Looking back on it all now, it's hard to choose just one favorite moment. It's all those little things that are most meaningful to me: helping Basil plant seeds in his flower garden or building blanket forts with Kel or how we'd all stay up all night playing video games, reading comics, or watching funny movies. The way Aubrey laughed when her face was covered with watermelon seeds or the way Sunny was always way more excited about the box and wrapping paper than any present you ever got him. How Mari's face would always light up when she pulled her cookies out of the oven or how she smiled whenever she played piano for us and we'd all stand around singing along.

So I think it’s not just one favorite moment. It's so many, and they're all precious to me.

16. Describe your perfect day.

I don't think I need anything too big or exciting for the perfect day. If I got to do anything I wanted, I guess I'd cook a big meal for all my friends and family and invite them over for dinner. Everyone's so busy these days, it would be great to have a quiet evening where we could all get together and catch up, eat good food, and spend time together.

KEL Answers:

18. What's the best way to cheer you up?

With my favorite stuff probably! If someone brought me an Orange Joe, I'm sure I'd be happy again!

(Hero: Kel...I think they're hoping for something a little more specific...)

Oh, uh...okay! Mmmmm... When I'm having a bad day, I like to distract myself and try to take my mind off it by doing something else I like. I'll play basketball or ride my bike, listen to my boombox, or play video games, or yeah, have an Orange Joe!

Watching funny movies or tv shows are always good too because when you're laughing you can't feel as sad anymore!

SUNNY Answers:

13. You're given an unlimited budget to build anything you want!  What do you build and where do you build it?

A perfect, comfortable bed as big as my room. Then my room would be a bed.

It would be at a 12/10. Maybe more if it had a high-density viscoelastic polyurethane mattress, but I don't know if they can make one as big as a room.

[avenger-hawk]

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[wonderlandleighleigh]

Song Prompt:

Emails I Can’t Send by Sabrina Carpenter

Esther & Joel

(I had never heard this song before, but damn)

She has lunch with friends in Chinatown, and orders some extra Kung Pao shrimp, splitting off to hit the Button Club to drop it off for her father.

It's 1976, Esther Maisel is eighteen, and trying. She's been accepted to NYU for undergrad, and she figures now that she is a full-blown adult, she should try to have a good relationship with her biological father.

They haven't been close in a long time. Since her mother remarried, Joel Maisel has made himself scarcer and scarcer. Esther and her brother Ethan technically have an entire second family, consisting of biological father, step-mother and half sister, but they just...aren't around as much as they were when Esther was small.

And that's okay. Time and life and all of that.

But she's trying.

The door to the club is unlocked, which is a little strange for the middle of the day, but she slips in, takeout carton in hand and hops down the stairs in her cute jeans and her cute top, and when she rounds the corner into the club, she finds the lights on, and her father, bare-assed with a woman who looks like her mama, but fifteen years younger, pressed against the bar.

Esther has never had sex before. Or seen sex before.

"So I brought you lunch," she blurts out without meaning to.

It startles both of them and suddenly they're cursing and scrambling to get dressed behind the bar.

"Esther, what the fuck?"

"I mean. I think that should be my line," she says, and even though her voice his steady, she finds her hands shaking. "Anyways. Here." She sets the carton on a nearby table and then rushes back up the stairs.

Her father calls after her, but she doesn't stop. "Esther! Fuck. Esther!"

She doesn't stop for breath until she home.

*****

"I don't think she even went to sleep last night," her step-father's voice says softly from the kitchen. "She wouldn't tell me what was wrong, but something's wrong."

Her mother nods and steps out of the kitchen and into the living room. They moved here to this big, beautiful brownstone a handful of years ago, needing more space for everyone, especially with Ethan living at home after coming back from Vietnam.

It's nice.

Esther misses the old apartment. Cramped, but fun.

Her mother sits down and opens her arms up to her, and Esther finds herself curling in against her like she did when she was small.

"You want to tell me?" Midge asks gently, stroking her hair.

"It's Dad," Esther says simply. "I-" she stops. "I don't know."

"Did he say something mean?" Midge asks. "You know, sometimes he just talks without thinking. He doesn't really mean-"

"I stopped by the club because I got him lunch," Esther says. "You remember? I went out with Rivka and June for lunch?"

"I do."

"And I got Dad's favorite and I thought I'd drop by the club and give it to him, because it was a Saturday and he's always there early."

"Okay..."

"And he was- there was a-" Esther stops and swallows, looking up at her mother. "You know what? It's okay. I'm okay."

Midge stares at her for a long moment. "You know you can tell me anything."

Not this.

"I know."

"When you're ready."

"I know."

*****

They host family dinners these days, with how big the brownstone is, and in the summer, it's nice to eat out in the backyard amongst Lenny's garden. When they first moved in, he planted rose bushes at her request, and they come back every year, big and blood red and beautiful. Perfect for her mother to decorate the house with.

Esther likes to tease him about old people hobbies, and he's more than game to take it, fully admitting he's of an age where he likes his old people hobbies.

"It's either gardening or being weird around your friends," he tells her jokingly, and she laughs, swatting him with her sunhat.

It's been a long time since it's been the whole family at dinner. Ethan helps with the cooking and Esther sets the table, excited to see Xiulan and Kitty, but dreading seeing her father.

She sits at the far end from him, between her mother and step-father, feeling oddly safe with one stable parent on either side.

"Esther, you start NYU in the fall, don't you?" Papa Abe asks, looking happy for her.

She nods as she picks at her food. "For pre-law."

"A lawyer in the family," Zeyde Moishe crows. "How about that?"

"We're all very proud," Lenny grins, nudging Esther gently. "We got a successful entertainment manager, a hardworking social worker, and now a lawyer."

"She's not your kid, Lenny," Joel says, causing the table to go quiet.

Lenny shrugs it off easily. Esther wonders how he's been able to do that for all these years.

"Well, maybe not in name, but-"

"Maybe I'll change my name," Esther pipes up, causing her mother to look at her, a little stunned. "Esther Bruce, attorney-at-law sounds pretty good."

Kitty laughs nervously. "Good joke, Es."

"No, really," Esther says. "Why would I want to be associated with a cheater?"

"Esther," her mother says softly. "Esther, what is going on?"

"That was a very long time ago, Esther," Bubbe Shirley says. "Your father has changed."

"Sure," Esther snaps, staring at her father. "Sure he has." she gets to her feet and heads for the door back into the house. "I'm getting more water. Who wants more water?"

"Me," Xiulan says, looking bewildered.

Ethan hops to his feet, following her. "Lemme help."

They step inside and Ethan slides the door closed behind them, following her into the kitchen as Esther starts filling a large pitcher with ice and water.

"So?" Ethan asks, leaning against the doorframe.

"I bought Dad lunch the other day," Esther tells him. "And found him fucking some lady half his age who looks like Mama."

"Ah," Ethan nods slowly. "You met Allana."

"Met is a strong work in this instance. Saw naked, yes. Said hello? Not exactly. How did you know?"

"Pop's not exactly subtle," Ethan admits. "Nor is he unpredictable. Also, he tells me things I really don't want to know."

"Does Mei know?" Esther asks.

"I think so," Ethan says. "He's doin' that thing where he promises to leave Mei and then stays but keeps fucking Allana. Mei's not dumb."

"But Mama was?"

"Mama was really young, and only like eight months removed from giving birth to you," Ethan shrugs. "She was twenty-five, and her hormones were just starting to go back to normal when that stuff happened. Mei is like forty-something now. She knows better, and she knows Pop."

"So we're just supposed to..."

"Stay out of it," Ethan tells her. "Not for Pop. Not for Mei, but for you. For your sanity. Just like we stay out it when Lenny's struggling with the drug stuff. We stay out of it."

"Men or garbage."

"Yeah," Ethan agrees.

"I hope I have a lesbian awakening really soon," Esther says as she thrusts the pitcher of water at him. "I'll be in my room. Just- tell everyone I have a headache and I'll be down later."

"Yeah," Ethan agrees again.

She climbs the stairs to her room, and shuts the door.

[lovemecharlie]

Five Months In.

Charlie's Gender Reveal x Kristina the FreakyThief finds a new love 💕

Charlie felt like she was on her period almost, but without the blood and once her belly had grown to a noticeable size, suddenly everyone in her life was an expert on pregnancy and babies, feeling the need to tell her everything they'd ever half-read or heard. Her parents had stories about her childhood for days, odd stories that only Erik wanted to hear so that he could look at her and laugh. He wanted to get slapped, Charlie had the suspicion that he got off on it especially since she'd been a bit more temperamental than usual. Her moods changed quicker than Bastion's outfits. Her clients had helpful tidbits at times, but mostly empty aww's, nosey digging questions, and general knowledge. Nothing for the swelling, constipation, or bloating. She was grateful for the consideration and well wishes, but she wished people would mind their own business in the most polite way possible while keeping their hands to themselves. They weren't at the Apollo and her stomach was not a block of wood people could rub for good luck. Anyway, that was neither here nor there, the day of her gender reveal had arrived and she was determined to have a great day. She felt energized and there was a party to prep for.

"Need help," Erik asked waltzing into the room. He never knocked, he'd always just barge in.. often not even saying anything, just staring out of the window. Sometimes she'd stand next to him and he'd hug her. Those were the times she wondered if he was really okay, though she never asked, she just stood with him. "Nope, I'm feeling pretty decent so I've got this," Charlie smiled casually lifting from the bed to take her shower. Erik walked to her west facing floor to ceiling window. Nearly all of her walls were replaced with windows tinted from the outside. Thick glass stretched horizontally across the room, giving a magnificent sky view, property view, and beyond. He could see everything from her windows, the perfect high perch.

"You know this used to be my office before we met? I used to come in here to think when life, Wakanda, the center, Hennessy, Angéle, Kimora, and that damn Davita," he smirked, "..would get to be too much." He paused looking out and Charlie made her way to his side to stare out as well. "Sometimes they would really raise a nigga blood pressure to the point where I could either snap and do something terrible that I'd regret or I could walk away. It's like the same decision has been presented to me over and over again my whole life and because of the love implanted in me by my father, I've been forced to face these situations head on. Because I loved my wives, I couldn't hurt them like I'd hurt someone else. I'd lock myself in this room and look out these windows reminding myself of why I chose this road. Why I ain't give up in Wakanda? Why do I still push for these folk who act like they don't give a damn when I do it for them? Why I let myself fall in love?"

Charlie simply listened as Erik was transported back in time through his thoughts.

"I want you to know that no matter what happens in this house, you're special to me like this room is special to me. I'm safe with you. Don't think I don't appreciate it and all the times you spent right here with me while I was going through it."

Wordless, Charlie wrapped her arms around his waist, her head against his bare chest. He smelled good.. clean and fresh like rain. His fingers absentmindedly played in her curls as they stood there in silence.

"Can I be your safe place," he asked suddenly, catching Charlie off guard and causing her to realize that other than prayer.. she didn't really have one. She didn't trust anyone enough to be that vulnerable. Did she even trust Erik? She had to think about it. No, she didn't, but if she was going to stay with him, she needed to start. There was a long silence, since she refused to give him a yes that she did not mean and he was patient as he said he'd be.

"..Yes," she finally whispered into his raised skin answering the spoken and unspoken questions between the two of them. On her return to the household, she'd promised she'd try to make the marriage work and this was taking a giant step in the right direction. She hoped she wouldn't regret it.

The shower was exactly what her body needed and when she emerged towel-wrapped and hair wet, Erik was still there at her window. She approached and he did a double take, taking in the wet curls draping over her shoulders and her glistening skin. As if forgetting the thoughts he'd been tangled in, he tilted her head back kissing her on the forehead and lips before halting her with his hands in the air. "Wait here, I'll be right back," he stressed before jogging off. When he returned a minute or so later, she was sitting on the bed, waiting. He held out a garment bag and what he unveiled was a jumpsuit. An iridescent champagne colored jumpsuit with a long bejeweled train glowing from the waist. It was beautiful.

"This is for me?" Charlie leaped inspecting the garment. It was precisely her style.

"Try it on," Erik grinned full of pride, helping her into it. It was a perfect tapered and comfortable fit with space for her growing belly. She looked in the mirror, her smile wide as he stood behind her adding a chunky diamond choker set in more diamonds in rose gold. "Don't worry," he rushed watching her expression, "I'll return it if you don't wanna keep it, but for today let me ice you out. Then you can trade it for a mountain of haircare products or whatever it is you splurge on."

She laughed. She splurged on gifts. The Kompound was bougie and fancy as hell. Diamond this and that, cars on cars.. She couldn't buy them Calvin Klein. Calvin Klein??? She'd be shot! No, she saved her coins and splurged on holidays so that she could afford the big brands.

"I'm a spoil my lil monster when she comes. She finna be the iciest baby all because her mama wanna be plain."

"You can spoil our SON however you wanna spoil our SON, HE's our SON," Charlie grinned.

"Like I said, my PRINCESS will get the south pole around her neck."

"Poor polar bears," Charlie chuckled admiring her sparkling reflection. She needed to beat her face and throw on some heels, although her feet were swollen. She wondered if she could jam them into some heels.

"Just wear flats," he chuckled dropping some sparkly flat shoes near her feet.

"I want heels. This look needs heels!" Her hands posed on her hips, she was feeling herself, standing on her toes.

"As clumsy as you are without them? I don't need a reason to worry. Angel's pregnancy stressing me enough."

"How are you holding up?"

He looked at her like he had just run a marathon and was out of breath, shaking his head.

"Damn," she grimaced. "It'll be worth it. Once the twins get here and she's given birth, she will heal and you will too. You'll be able to show her all the love you've been afraid to and the twins will help you."

"I'm scared, Charlie. I need her around. I don't know what I'll do if... I can't.. I can't do this shit without her-"

"I know. She'll be okay," Charlie smiled holding his chin in her hand, "She will!!! You'll be okay. You'll look back on all of this and it'll be another segment of your crazy life that you've fought through. You're Killmonger! If anyone can make it through this rough stage, it's you. Positive thoughts. In fact, let's go see Angel right now."

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The time had come and Charlie's face was finally beat, her hair twisted with added hair in a long ponytail. She felt like a badass intergalactic fairy. Erik wore white, his vest accented with the same champagne iridescent material. The wives, Kristina, and Davita wore variations from the same color family from champagne to white to silver to lavender.. as did the extended family for the most part. Diamonds dangled all over and everyone was beautiful. The event was in the massive backyard near the lush garden where the large gazebo stood overgrown and taken over by flowers. The DJ mixed oldies like Frankie Beverly and Earth Wind & Fire with new music from the likes of Sango, H.E.R, Khalid, MNEK, etc. There was even a sprinkling of some lit gospel, something for everybody. People drank, laughed, danced, and feasted on a spread produced by the mansion's kitchen staff. Of course, Josphine and Kristina had to contribute a few gems like cobblers and pies because they had a specific way of making them that couldn't be duplicated.

When the games came, the guests got even louder and Charlie was grateful that Erik owned so much land, the neighbors were far away. "It's a boy, her stomach is low!" "She a little fatter in the middle, it's a girl." "It's gotta be a boy!" "No, the baby's too high, she's a girl!" Charlie earhustled as the loud debates went on and Erik being the hustler that he was took bets causing Charlie to roll her eyes. Nakia insisted that the baby was a girl siding with Erik while T'Challa refused to comment. Nakia's sideeye kept him from disagreeing. The wives refrained from comment too, already aware of the baby's gender since they'd set up the reveal.

"Travante!" Charlie yelled, waving excitedly when she noticed the chocolate man appear in white and silver, his smile the whitest of all.

Erik's brow raised as he watched the exchange from a short distance away, his ears listening hard as he watched her lips trying to read them. He decided to trust that Charlie knew what she was doing while he socialized, but he still stayed close.

"I'm glad you could make it," Charlie grinned giving Tre a loving side hug and dragging him to meet the other wives. "Y'all this is THE Trevante. Trevante, this is Hennessy, Kimora, her sister Davita, Bastion.."

"I've seen you before," he pointed to her and she grinned, swishing her dress, flattered.

"This is Aly'Sha, Ryley, Angel.."

"Wow! I've heard about you. I'm glad you're doing better.. and you look stunning. You strong as hell," he gaped and Angel's warm smile made him smile.

"Aight nigga," Erik spoke in warning stepping back to Angel's side in her tricked out Chanel inspired black and gold wheelchair. He was being extremely patient and Charlie was proud, giving his hand a squeeze as she smiled at Tre. Tre nodded, calm and understanding.

"And this is Josephine, Homie, and where is... oh there she is!" Charlie grinned. Over by the dessert table was Kristina making sure everything remained presentable and attractive. She wore a champagne sequined one- shoulder dress that fit her like a second skin, her cleavage sparkling and her full and flowing. "Kristina," Charlie yelled waving her over. The second she spotted Trevante, her eyes focused in on his face and she swallowed.

"This is our little bee, Kristina. Little bee, meet Trevante," Charlie gestured. Kristina's face flushed and Trevante grinned. It was an instant connection that Charlie felt. She could see the chemistry creating bonds on their eyes. It made her feel like playing Cupid.

"Aow SHIT," Charlie yelled dropping her glass of sparkling cider. It shattered and Erik pulled her away quickly from the glass. As he was about to bend to pick it up, she gripped him hard pausing him. "Tre, would you mind going to find a staff member to clean this up? Check in the house. Kristina, could you escort him so that he knows where to go? I'm so clumsy, wow. I can't believe I did that.. Sheesh!"

Watching the two walk away toward the house, Charlie saw the visual herself and Erik in the early stages and it made her smile.

"Okay, Cupid," Erik grinned, "I see you."

"See what happens when you trust me," she mused.

As the festivities continued, the moment everyone had been waiting for finally came. Charlie was so anxious with excited energy that Erik had to rub her arms and he was just as antsy. "Are you excited, are you excited, are you excited?" Charlie bounced.

"AHH," good his eyes widened before he shook his head laughing out the excess energy.

"Look at you, you shook boy," Hennessy teased. "We already know the gender, it's fun watching you sweat," Ryley laughed enjoying the flustered Erik. He put up a playful middle finger, pacing and Charlie could see him taking deep breaths. "As long as it's healthy," she mouthed and he nodded picking up the bedazzled handgun and aiming it at the target set up free and clear in the distance, a large white balloon with 'Charlie & Erik' written on it in black script. She picked up the identical gun laid out for her and aimed it at the large black balloon with the same writing in white.

"You ready, C?"

Charlie made sure her aim was on point. "Let's go get'em!"

The guns fired simultaneously and both balloons popped flaring into two pink explosions. Erik dropped the gun, not knowing what to do with himself as his arms swung across his body.

"TOLD YO ASS," he grinned with an aggressive index pointing, eyes wet. Charlie wiped his eyes nodding. She was speechless, her own eyes wide in shock. She really thought it was a boy, but she was happy regardless. Nakia could be heard in the crowd telling M'Baku to pay up and all of the wives congratulated the happy couple one at a time followed by the party-goers, some of them very drunk. It was a perfect moment.

"Daka," Charlie whispered in Erik's ear with a humored expression once they caught a break, "Where did the little bee and Trevante go? Did they ever come back?" Erik grinned rubbing his beard and shaking his head before looking to the house. They'd been MIA for a while.

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[noctomania]

Just daydreaming

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I like to fantasize about my hopeful future of owning a home. I want to have a decent kitchen, a cozy den, and a garden. Ideally not many neighbors or not close anyway. A nice outdoor hangout area. a pool would be nice but def not necessary, especially if im anywhere near an open body of water.

I dont care as much about the bones of the house but it would be nice for it to have been built with yanno basic care and even more ideal would be an older house thats been well maintained so there is some culture in the design. Like some built-ins, some details, real glass windows.

I dont think i'd want more than one floor, but i wouldn't hate a 2 story even if the second story is actually the attic.

i'd want to decorate the interior practically as if i were a magpie - see something shiny and take it home to put in a spot and collect dust. I love eclectic design. Kinda odd perhaps for a virgo people seem to think we like minimalism but thats not the case for me. i'd rather hot glue twigs from the backyard all over my walls than to have them barren. Though i'd want it eclectic it still would have to be done ~right~, which only i could do and I couldn't even explain it if i tried. Instinctual.

I would like a dedicated like creativity space/room. It would prob be nice if there were a garage or something like that where i could set that up because there is a lot of messy art forms i like such as pottery, woodworking, stone carving, messy paint style, maybe even welding though that would need to be in a more isolated space so it doesn't catch the whole place on fire. I use to work essentially in multimedia where whatever i had i would just make it work. However whatever i had was supplied to me as gifts for holidays from my parents so i had a privileged pile of shit to work from. Id also want to get more into clothing/sewing.

In the garden i'd want to grow garlic, onions, tomatoes, melons, all kinda fruit/berries. i don't actually kind garlic onion or tomatoes whole so i'd have to process them all - turn the garlic and onion into powders and turn the tomatoes into sauce. I dont really like any veg whole save for a few like carrots peas lettuces. Id also like to try growing coffee. Of course would grow marijuana but i'd probably have that set up indoors in a grow tent bc it can be so sensitive and i wouldnt want any bugs getting near it. Id have to grow strawberries one because they are delicious and two as an homage to my mom who had a huge bed of strawberry plants when i was little. Would like to try potatoes too bc who doesn't love those ground nuggets. Might attempt to grow my own shrooms if i ever try them and like them.

The den I would want to be centered around comfort and fun. Lots of pillows, soft carpet, Moroccan style lanterns, low light, games, weed, shrooms, drinks, tapestries and hanging draped fabric covering the walls, movies, music. I'd have every kind of music player from bluetooth speakers to a phonograph. A nice big comfy couch.

The kitchen i don't know that i have thought much beyond i want it decent sized with like more than 2ft of counter space, a fridge that either has a bottom freezer or a seperate deep freezer. A double sink with a garbage disposal and a dishwasher. There are other details i could take or leave but those are essentially the standards ive set. Maybe one of those counters you can sit at separating it from the living room or (if there is one) dinning room. Espresso machine. I've neevr had one no idea how to use one but I want one.

I would be nice to have a basement space for the potential deep freezer, also a wahser/dryer. and i could put my weed plant down there. And when i have an anxiety attack when there is a scary thunder storm that my brain automatically assumes will birth a tornado i can just have a sppare mattress down there in a tub and pretend i'm safe! It would also just be a good space for storage.

I haven't thought much about a bathroom aside from there being one. It would be nice for it to be attached to my bedroom. Would like there to be a vent. You might be surprised it's something to want for but an outlet in the bathroom would be preferred. Current apartment doesnt and so ive dealt with that for 6yrs. I good sized tub would be nice and while i like clawfoot tubs aesthetically they dont tend to be very big and i worry about getting water everywhere. Might have a bidet installed though i've never tried one. As much as i hate the idea of shooting water at my ass, experiencing a removable shower head and using it for that very reason is bringing me around to it. Which reminds me i would def want a nice shower set up. All tiles everywhere would be great and a full size mirror.

The bedroom...oddly enough i don't have much idealizing of that bc once I have a home of my own I imagine i'd spend only my time sleeping in there. I would want it to be cozy but I probably wouldn't invest all that much into it since I wouldn't be conscious the majority of the time i'd be in there. Def would want a big closet. While i don't have many clothes it's partially bc i have nowhere to put them and regardless having the space to properly organize it all would be great. My current closet is about as wide as i am. I know i'd want a real nice bed but thats not a matter to do with the house aside from needing room for it. I wouldnt mind if it took up most of the room in fact. A bedroom that is literally a room made of a bed. But thats practically what i want the den to be. I would want to enforce like a bedroom is only for sleeping/bedroom stuff bc having my bedroom as also my living room and dining room and everything for all this time....i'd like a bit more compartmentalization. Supposed to be better for your sleeping habits too.

I don't know where i would have my PC. I thought about in the den bc gaming but i'd also want like a proper office space with a desk and chair for good posture. I could maybe just have a laptop setup for computer stuff outside of gaming. I just don't know how i would best set up gaming with a keyboard/mouse bc i do like that better than a controller for many games.

I would like a fireplace somewhere but i reckon i'd rather have a firepit in the backyard. One because having a fire in the house makes me nervous and the temp is hard to regulate. Id want central air/heat too so an indoor fireplace would be pointless. But also bc then i could possibly use the firepit to fire pottery also. And cook. And obviously for summer get togethers with all the friends who never visit me! and besides i'm quite done with heavy winters, wanna move away from these conditions. Def want a porch. Would be nice to have an open porch in the front and then a 3-season mudroom type in the back to avoid the mosquitos and such.

Id also want to have some cats and maybe a dog or two so while the dogs could experience the enclosed backyard, i'd probably build or convert a porch to be cat-friendly. I think that would be fun to have a 3-seeason in the back that has a cat door and like a catwalk along the top and stuff. Might even adopt some other animals depending on ifi have the means to properly give them a home. I wouldn't get pets just to have them that's always been my thing since becoming an adult. Mom kind of got pets just to have them, I just want to give a home to animals in need. Every cat i've had it's been abandoned or given up for one reason or another. Never would i ever buy from a breeder. The closest id come to that is someone's cat accidentally gets knocked up and they can't keep the kittens so to avoid them going to a shelter id take some. I could certainly handle having many cats, i would just want to make sure they have enough space and that i could afford the vet bills etc.

I'm not sure how i'd want the rooms oriented. Which is prob for the best since that's difficult to be choose-y about when buying a home unless you were building it from scratch which i dont wanna do. I also don't know where i want to live. I've considered just moving back to tx but id kinda like to live somewhere where i dont have constant fear of being persecuted for bein myself and living my life personally. But then again if i did i could just keep my dads old shotgun and shoot at anyone who comes onto my property in an attempt to take my life away. Not my first choice though. Maybe pacific coast or pacific northwest somewhere. Cali is too expensive i think. I've not visited anywhere else over there really. Southwest is too hot. Colorado isnt close enough to the coast but it is very nice and green from what i recall and if i could find a place near a lake that would do. Id hate to go to portland bc it feels too stereotypical at this point for my demographic but if it would work for me so be it.

I just need these things of the location i choose: plenty of nature, legal weed (ideally no drug persecution at all), trans/queer friendly, arts, walkable or at least pedestrian friendly infrastructure, not too hot or too cold and if i have to choose one i'd rather deal with heat than snow. A nice music scene would be cool.

NO idea how much i'd be willing to pay for a house. I've no concept of the financial stuff at all. All i know is you can get locked into a mortgage for 10+ yrs and that doesnt sound nice to me so i'd probably want to pay as much up front as possible. Id def be more careful than my parents were when they were buying. I don't know how the ended up overlooking so much about the country house they had. The plumbing and electrical were both terrible and the roof was in rough condition. So i would certainly hire people to overview the place and make sure those things, the foundation, and the bones were solid. Once you know the electrical, plumbing, foundation, bones, and roof are good everything else is much easier to deal with.

Aesthetically i'm very turned onto exposed brick, dark wood, paneling, vintage details, built-ins, french doors, pocket doors, stonework. id replace any new door knobs with old brass ones. Idk if i want the exterior to be brick or panels or what. Probably whatever is easiest to maintain. I wouldnt care too much about how the outside looks so long as it's logical and functional. I would decorate outside anyway so that would bump the aesthetic. Id love for there to be a southern magnolia tree but it may depend on the zone i live in. my friend had one in her front yard when we were kids and it was so much fun to climb it. I miss climbing trees! I never went very high bc i am scared of heights. i def want trees for shade and to set up a hammock or two. Maybe a swing. I'd love some ivy too. As much greenery as possible with minimal maintenance lol something that will just takeover on its own. Maybe some honeysuckle too, used to love hunting those down as a kid.

Really owning a home of my own would be me neutering my inner child. Mom was moving a lot bc we had to rent and while dad owned a home they didnt take good care of it, didn't do much with it, and i only got to live there about 5 yrs before they kicked me out. I always wanted somewhere to plant roots literally and metaphorically. Mom and dad did buy a home when they married but mom had to sell it when they divorced bc she couldnt afford it i assume but she always said she regretted selling it. Meanwhile lisa owned a home in town, it was real nice but then sold it to move into the broken down place in the country and then sold that to move into another place in the country that was way too big and they never took care of it. My sister is having to sell it and i just hope it is in decent enough condition to sell. The last time i visited it was obvious they did not clean very often. All they would do was work then come home and sit in one room all night reading and smoking cigarettes. Those walls are probably very nicotine stained. As someone who isn't sure i'll ever be able to own a home and watching them waste such an opportunity - infuriating to me. I spent 6 hours straight just vacuuming their house when i was there. But what do you expect of two people chronically depressed and doing very little about it besides taking anti-d's.

I will say I have not taken advantage of my own life as much as i should have, i realize now as i am unable to do anything because of my back. I really want to not hold myself back once I'm better. I want to pursue the things ive been wanting to do and even if im afraid of failure just pushing through it bc i cannot live their life over. It was always depressing. I dont judge them bc they were from another time but i don't want to live like that. I want a home that i invest my energy into and i want to seep into community around me and make friends and not feel so alone. I want to build a space of love and laughter and health and comfort. I want to be and feel good. I want to use the energy i have while i have it. I want to take as many opportunities as i can. I get overwhelmed easily sometimes bc there are so many factors. But taking it one bite ata a time i know i can get somewhere. I can't ignore the fact that just the word "home" can give me the urge to cry. I've lived in many houses but it's something else to live in a home. Home has lived in my heart all along but i want to be enclosed in a home rather than home enclosed in me.