#and I was already planning to call my mom

[420days]

HALL OF FAME | JEY USO

Summary: An extremely shy Brianna accompanies her husband to Hall of Fame for the first time

Warnings: none

“Mommy looks so pretty!” Brianna’s youngest son, Jeyden gasped into the phone once the FaceTime call connected.

“Wow, she does! I like your new hair mommy.” His twin brother, Jeylen nodded his head in agreement.

“Thank you my sweet babies. Are you guys being good?” She asked and before they could respond her oldest child intervened.

“No they’re not! They’re here acting a fool. You wanna show mom and dad what you learned?” Jeyla nudged her five year old brother.

Jey peeked his head into the camera letting this kids know he was still very much in the room and present. His kids knew they had a little lead-way with Brianna but he wasn’t having it at all.

Jeylen giggled before shaking his head and and moving away from the camera.

“What’s he doing Yaya?” He called his oldest by her nickname.

“Sticking up his middle finger.” She spoke and Brianna’s mouth went agape.

“Oh yeah? Ima deal with him when I get home cause he knows better than that shit.”

“Mmhhh anyway, mommy let me see what you’re wearing because the makeup is eating.” Jeyla clapped her hands.

Standing up from the phone she stepped back just enough to show her daughter her full outfit. Her cherry red dress with a tail in the back that hugged hourglass figure. The pointed gold heels her daughter helped her pick out went perfectly with her dress and gave her a height boost showing off her toned legs.

“Period mommy! Look at the body! My mom is such a baddie!” Jeyla gassed up her mom as she took FaceTime photos. Jey listened to his daughter and couldn’t help but to laugh because she sounded just like him.

Although she was sixteen she knew her mom was shy but she couldn’t understand why. Her mom was beautiful inside and out and that was exactly why her and her father reminded her every chance they could.

“Thank you love. You and your dad want to make me cry tonight.” She glanced up at her husband who was already smiling down at her.

“I hear you gassing mom but where’s dad? Cause I know he got it on.” Brianna heard her son’s voice after a door closed.

“Dad looks handsome. I told him that.” Jeyla sucked her teeth as her brother took the phone from her.

“Son, ou know I do!” Jey said as Jeycon took the phone from his twin sister and began gassing his father.

Brianna laughed at the two of them before telling the kids they had to head out or else they would be late.

“Okay, I love you guys! Take a lot of pictures and send them to me.”

“We will, love you too!” The couple smiled at their kids before hanging up.

-

“Oooouuu sis! You finally came out the house! You look so beautiful.” Trin smiled as she walked over to her sister and brother in law.

“Thank you.” Brianna smiled shyly as she held onto her husbands hand. It was Hall of Fame night and Jey was able to convince her to come with him.

He knew his wife was extremely shy and didn’t like the media’s attention so she refrained from coming to a lot of the events.

However, his parents agreed to keep the kids so he basically begged his wife to come and spend the next couple days with him.

“She look good don’t she? I told her that earlier.” He tucked his lips and looked over his wife’s hourglass figure in her red dress. He was ready to say fuck the show and take her back to their hotel room.

“She really does. It’s giving very much slim thick and the boobies are sitting just right.” Trin smiled.

“Naturally at that.” Jey added making Brianna push his arm lightly.

“Babe stop.” She smiled as her butterscotch face turned cherry red. After all the years they’ve been together this man could still make her feel shy and have her blushing.

“Ima leave you alone.” He smiled knowing he was lowkey embarrassing her by he didn’t care. He loved showing his wife off and that’s what he planned to do tonight.

tags: @bebesobrielo @trentybenty @amandairene88 @kiki1704 @paigereeder @uceyliyahh @skyesthebomb @cyberdejos2 @chloeijuana @tian-monique

[onward--upward]

burned enough bridges to light my way home

patrick/art/tashi, 25k, rated E || ao3

“Tashi,” he says softly. “I thought we talked about me retiring next season.” Everything stops. “What?” she says. It comes out sharp, although she hadn’t meant it to. “You’re still on that?” *** Art retires. Patrick moves in. And Tashi has to keep her feet moving, or else she'll drown.

There’s this fact that Tashi heard, once, a lifetime ago, on one of those nature TV programs. Her grandma really liked them, used to plop Tashi down in front of them on Saturday mornings with her glass of orange juice while she coloured. None of the animal facts tended to stick — even back then, Tashi’s head was already consumed by tennis, tennis, tennis — except for one. One stuck with her, even now: certain species of sharks need to be in constant motion. If a shark stops swimming, it will die. 

Tashi has always felt a little bit like a shark. 

Her mom likes to call her a workaholic, all fondness with a side of worry, but what Tashi doesn’t know how to say is that she doesn’t know how to be without work. Tennis is who she is.

When her knee explodes, she keeps moving. As soon as she's able, she attacks her PT like she can will herself to heal. When she doesn’t heal, she keeps moving. She goes out and finds a player to hit with, a way to stay on the courts. When she’s pregnant with Lily, when her whole life changes, she finds a way to attack that, too: she plans their lives down to the letter, and she takes her baby girl with her. 

So now, when Art has finally won the US Open, when Patrick Zweig is back in their lives in a way they’re all a little nervous to truly define, she’s setting her next plan of attack. 

continue on ao3

[loyaltomysensei]

@ofwarriorfight

[I smiled and bobbed my head in response to Sam's offer for us to stay in and watch a movie during the weekend instead of going out. Deep down, I knew that was probably the better idea. I mean, I couldn't even walk on my own at this point, without the aid of those stupid crutches, so the odds of me being able to like do miniature golfing or anything overly active didn't seem that likely. At least not without me slowing us down and/or wiping out and making a total ass of myself. In fact, I could already hear Sensei in my ear calling me a "pussy" if that did happen. Not that I could blame him. Finally get a date with Sam... The girl of my dreams... and I make a total ass of myself. Nope. I'd definitely like to avoid that at all costs] Yeah? You wouldn't mind a movie and popcorn night this weekend instead of going to Golf N Stuff? [I didn't want to let Sam down, so if she preferred something more fun and active, then I would do whatever I needed to in order to make it happen] If you're sure you're cool with that, then that's totally fine with me. My mom would probably prefer that plan over Golf N Stuff. My luck, if she got wind of us being at Golf N Stuff this weekend, she'd probably show up there, and force me out of there and back in back. [In spite of the awkward chuckle I gave in response to that likely possibility, I knew given how protective my mom is, I wouldn't be surprised in the least if that did happen] And, thanks, Sam... [I said with a warm smile] I appreciate it. I mean, me getting my ass kicked sucks, but it brought you here to hang out with me, so I call it a win overall. [I said as a means of complimenting Sam. Knowing all of this was humiliating, and I'm sure rumors have already traveled around the entire school already, but Sam was here and seemed to actually like hanging out with me, so that was definitely making all of this worth it]

Continued

@LoyalToMySensei 

In high school you were either in the outcast or in the popular group, And Samantha always felt that attach to be in between, but she needed have friends. She lived in the elite crowd, her father was known due to the dealership. But was she socially able to easily make friends? At first no, she had one friend and that was until she met Yas, and ended up being nice enough to where the popular crowd wanted to welcome her in. Kylier he was a jock one of the most popular guys in school, and he liked her. She remembered that first time he walked her to class, it amazed her because after sitting how he treated the outcast today at lunch she did question why she was with him? 

Sam wasn’t okay with how he treated Miguel, and she wished she had been brave enough to come to his defense but instead she sunk down in her chair and watched the humiliation occur. She felt that twist in her stomach; a memory she wanted to forget desperately. And now at the dance she asked herself again why was she still with him? Kylier was busy occupied by his friends, he was by the bleachers laughing; barely acknowledged her. Sam knew if she broke up with him it would cause a hissy fit, it would cause drama she wasn’t prepared for, so she kept her mouth and did what she was supposed to. Date a guy she barely liked anymore. It was wrong but once you break the system, it has the ability to deroad your high school experience. 

Tonight; the brunette decided to put her broken relationship to the back of her mind. Instead she wanted to focus on this dance with Miguel. He was sweet, he was nervous, it was cute though; the small touch of our hands connected. I felt that slight tingle at my fingertips. A sensation she tried to ignored. Pressing palms against his shoulders as she knew from experience, she felt that slight discomfort just because Miguel and I barely knew each other besides sharing science class, besides us making small awkward conversation. But now we were in close proximity to where we felt that touch; felt that sight tingling at least for me I did. Sam knew she didn’t do anything wrong in the cafeteria earlier; but at the same time, she felt guilty for not standing up, for letting her boyfriend talk to Miguel that way; sometimes owning up to mistakes helps build character. 

“ But still, you didn’t deserve that humiliation. He won’t apologize so let me do it for him.” Your place, sounded perfect for how the female felt. She wanted to blend in, wanted to fit in, even if it wasn’t necessarily into the right crowd. But right now; she felt at ease moving feet from side to side to the music, it almost felt simper. That was until Miguel called her perfect. Samantha felt her body stiff up, she felt herself freeze, did he call her perfect? He couldn’t possible believe that phrase. I was far from perfect, I was human. I was a teen who was lying to herself; about the person she wanted to be. Confused daily, Lips pursed to open to object. “ I’m not, you don’t even know me.” Which was true on my defense. Miguel and I barely spoke until now, and now he wanted to act like he knew who I was, that wasn’t even the icing on top, he pegged to ask why I was with my boyfriend. Exhaling a sigh, the female couldn’t stepped back and walked away because this wasn’t his business, but when I raked my mind on the why I came up empty handed. 

“ He’s not as bad as you think okay.” A trail of my words as I felt my hands drop from his shoulders to his hips as my efforts to put distance between us. “ He was nice when we got together but now, I don’t know. Not that it’s any of your business. Do you have a habit of prying into everyone’s business or am I just that lucky girl tonight?” A slight edge of annoyance; not at him at myself because I knew the why being with Kylier kept me in the crowd, as shallow as it sounded; not that Sam was about to utter those words aloud.

[atlafan]

L’shana Tova!

[skunkes]

experiencing some real "nothing good comes easy" shit rn *fucked up scrub daddy reaction pic jpeg*

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

Why, thank you, mother. That easily avoidable false alarm was just what I needed this afternoon.

[rinofwater]

Hah, so uh how to explain to my parents that I have reconsidered wanting to move back to the wannabe fascist state after all

[whoblewboobear]

Thinking about Porter’s daughter again 🤧 idk if she’d be too shocked finding out her dad tried to make an apocalypse happen bc he failed being a god. I think she’d be so conflicted bc she’s adventuring now. She stops people like him all the time. And when he died, her parent didn’t hold back in telling her that the reason they and Porter divorced is bc Porter fucking killed them.

I do think Sierra had a good relationship with her dad growing up. She loves her dad, and when they reconnect bc he’s alive- she’s just kinda like “oh I knew nothing about you like.. at all.” And that’s rough to realize. He bought her her first weapon and showed how to use it, she’s a barbarian because of him.

It’s hard to see him as cruel. He was the fun parent for her. Of course she adores Zel. Their relationship is just as strong as her relationship with Porter.

Ough and if Porter asks if she wants to meet his new partner??? I think she’d really like Jace a lot, like very much in a ‘hey, let’s take a walk and smoke weed and talk’ kinda vibe between them. She’s maybe in her late 20s/early 30s. She’s not trying to be the step-daughter. But- I do think she warns Jace that Porter killed her mother- resurrected- but still did kill. And Jace admits Porter did the same. And they both just go quiet because it makes something’s very real and very clear.

Jace doesn’t make to argue for Porter, he’s still hurt by his own death. He loves him, but he doesn’t know what could happen and that’s fucking terrifying. And Sierra likes Jace and wants to be happy for her dad. She sees how happy he looks when he looks at Jace, how excited he gets when talking about some place they went together or some joke Jace told. She wants to be happy but…

When they circle back around the block she takes Jace’s hands and looks at him. “If anything happens, call me okay?” She doesn’t know if she’d be able to go through with killing her dad if it came up, but she’s a hero right? An adventurer. They make the tough calls and do what’s necessary. She could do it.

She sees her dad through the window and he looks like he used to when Zel would drop her off on the weekends when she was little. She loved those weekends and she loves her dad, but she can kill him.

Jace starts thinking about if he could. He was caught off guard the first time. He let his guard down, more so now. He let Porter move in, sleep in the same bed, start an honest and true life with him.. would he kill him? He could. He’s strong enough, but would he?

[darlinimamess]

me: i wanna take my cat to a cat hotel

cat hotel: okay! pick your drop off time and send us his vaccination records!

me: okay i pick 12:30 and here’s his vaccination records!

cat hotel: perfect we have it all confirmed!

cat hotel 2 days later: we didn’t get the vaccination records so we cancelled his stay

me: yes you did here’s the email where you confirmed that you did

cat hotel: oops! you’re so right! here’s a new confirmation email and you can bring him between 11 and 5!

me: okay! we will still be there at 12:30!

cat hotel on drop off day at 11:20: you have to be here at 11:30. we close at 12.

me: you said 11-5

cat hotel: no we didn’t.

[thewickerking]

oh damn i have therapy tomorrow (today. It's 4am) ughhhhhh i dont wanna do thst :/ but it might be good for me. Or something idk

[yoohyeon]

Gonna leave my CV to my maybe futur job later today

[apathyfairy]

soooo sick of companies acting like they dont make 1 million dollars every millisecond and that sharing your membership with your friends is bankrupting them

[livvyofthelake]

love spending three hours waiting for my mom to be ready to watch a show together only to be told it’s too late once she finally finishes doing other stuff. girl we agreed to watch this tonight what do you mean I’M too late. i was HERE. i was ready the whole time… YOU were the one doing things you could have done tomorrow!!!

[fishtank32]

Some old oc drawings

[sluttyten]

😠.

[milo-is-rambling]

My mother really out here telling me “you just make all the plans for driving and I’ll work around that” and then a couple days later once I’ve made plans and talked to people about shit she’s like hey actually you should come up a day earlier so you can get your grandparents (who are practically falling apart mentally and physically and my grandfather pisses himself and if he pees in the car that I am both sleeping and driving in I will be upset!!!) in the middle of Maine and drive them to New Hampshire for me bc I will be too tired from getting a three hour flight to go drive them :’( AS IF IM NOT DRIVING SIX HOURS OR MORE EVERY DAY FOR A WEEK HELLO??? YOU CANT DRIVE FIVE HOURS AFTER SLEEPING THE WHOLE TIME ON A THREE HOUR FLIGHT LIKE I KNOW ITS CRAMPED AND MISERABLE BUT YOU’RE GOING TO GO FROM A PLANE TO A NICE RENTAL CAR VS ME SLEEPING IN THE FUCKING TRUNK FOR A WEEK LIKE GIRL WHAT YOU ALREADY TOLD ME TO PLAN EVERYTHING AND NOW YOU’RE MOVING SHIT AROUND AND SHES ALL LIKE “well your aunt is gonna be visiting on the 11th so I have to get a flight on the 12th and then graduation is on the 13th early in the morning so I just won’t have time to go get them” LIKE GIRL THIS IS THE SAME AUNT THAT IS COMING TO OUR HOUSE FOR ONE SINGULAR DAY AND THEN WE WILL SEE HER AGAIN IN NEW HAMPSHIRE WHILE WE ARE ON OUR TRIP LIKE YOU LITERALLY TOLD ME “oh don’t worry about missing her we’re gonna do the graduation party at her house when we’re up north” AND THEN YOU WONT SHIFT YOUR PLANS ONE DAY TO FIX ALL OF THE SCHEDULING CONFLICTS BUT YOU WANT ME TO TWEAK A WHOLE WEEK OF DRIVING PLANS BACK A DAY TO MAKE IT MORE CONVENIENT FOR YOU and also I simply don’t want to. Also the garbage truck just passed bc I slept in and I don’t think we got the garbage out and I know we definitely didn’t get the trash from my room or bathroom out of the house and so now moms gonna be pissed at me for that god fuck this is so infuriating I am not planning a trip while on my period ever again I want to bite my mothers head off for even suggesting an alternate plan what is wrong with me I am such a bitch what the fuck no wonder she fucking hates me okay I am going back to bed she can figure this shit out later when she’s not slamming doors and yelling about work