#another fun fact i worked on this during our school's family day which was an experience cause the data was so shit

[srasdoesthings]

*＊✿❀Day 3: Summer Break❀✿＊*

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Summer!!! Beach!! Nagi and Kaoru go surfing together frequently in my heart. Rei is tagging along cause I can't not include her (づ￣ ³￣)づ

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[ultfreakme]

You know, I feel so sorry for Toji Fushiguro, he's an unemployed deadbeat, he has no self-esteem, he's unlucky and he still has memory problems because of the trauma his clan caused him. He deserved it but I can't even hate him For me, he deserved another ending to the story. If I were gojo I would spare your life I would force him to enter the jujutsu school to teach and so he could start working and taking care of Megumi It would work on your emotions. Oh I would put a bracelet on him that would reduce his physical strength so that he wouldn't hurt anyone until he had his redemption.

Wait Toji has memory issues??? Afaik, I don't think he does. I don't think Gojo had any reason to spare Toji's life, or for Toji to accept that. Sorry anon but I think forcing him to teach would take away his individuality and would impose on him the very same principals that made him leave the Zen'in clan in the first place.

First, Gojo had no reason to forgive him, or give the man a chance at all. He's an assassin hired to kill the girl who Gojo treasured as a friend and wanted to protect. Toji premeditated and planned Gojo and Riko's murder, and is implied to have killed Kuroi, the only reason he didn't kill Geto was because he didn't know what would happen to the cursed spirits Geto held but he DID injure Geto terribly(if you wanna piss off Gojo, you hurt Geto- at least during Hidden Inventory days).

We as the audience can have sympathy for Toji because we know about his past but at the end of the day, in-story, Toji made his choices. He's an adult and it's not the responsibility of a (at the time) teenager to fix the man.

Toji might actually laugh in Gojo's face if he told Toji to stop, probably be more vicious in his plans to absolutely destroy Gojo. Because Toji's issue with Gojo is personal. Gojo stands for everything Toji detests about sorcerer society, so to have this treasured heir to the GOJO clan essentially looking down on him, it's like Gojo would be saying "you're not even worth fighting, how about you do what I say?". Gojo's not recovering from whatever Toji plans to do in killing him after THAT disrespect.

Also, Toji being forced to be a teacher with his powers suppressed???? First, he would find a way to escape. Second, he would absolutely not be doing it unless the Zen'ins or Gojo were using Megumi as a bargaining chip and not in a fun way(like a "I will literally kill your son, or brainwash your son to follow our ways if you don't comply") which won't make him a good dad, or a good teacher, like I seriously think he'd be plotting more ways to murder everyone and escape. Toji's smart, he'll find a way and whatever massacre he'd leave behind for being FORCED to work in the very societal structure that made him the way he is would be brutal.

Restricting Toji and forcing him to be a teacher would absolutely destroy Toji as a person. His strength is something he clearly enjoys. He likes the fact that a 'monkey' like him can topple the strongest sorcerers. His powers are him.

This is the thing about redemption arcs, you can't force it. The character needs to realize they're in the wrong. No amount of sticking them next to our heroes is going to work if the character isn't willing. I'm going to use Zuko from Avatar The Last Airbender as an example since his redemption arc is one of the most famous. Zuko was a main antagonist who constantly interacted with the main cast and encountered many victims of his family's atrocities for the first two seasons, but none of this actually flipped him around. His uncle kind of essentially did what you're suggesting about Toji be done to him. Zuko just got resentful, he hated it no matter how much he tried, he actually got WORSE.

His redemption and realization of his wrongdoings happened when he was alone, left with the consequences. No one was forcing him to change, he came to that on his own.

If we do want a Toji redemption arc, I think a different route would have to be taken. I'm not sure what that would be or where it could start, but forcing him to suppress his powers and teach new sorcerers won't work imo.

Sorry if this comes off as harsh, I tried to be as unbiased as I could ;_;Toji's a cool character though, I like JJK because it's not easy to redeem or change these people's lives. I still can't figure out what would've been a good place for Geto to be redeemed, or Junpei to be saved, or anything. All that happens in JJK happens for a set of very interconnected reasons.

[whentranslatorscry]

Hitagi Honeymoon

004

On our honeymoon trip, Kanbaru Suruga accompanied us as well.

Why, you may ask?

Before I could even raise the question, my wife— Araragi Hitagi— had already factored her in as a member of the trip, as if she were another character among the list of suspects in a mystery novel.

By the time I had carefully planned the three-day, two-night itinerary, including destinations within Tochigi Prefecture, and even woven in some glamping in Nasu Highlands— she had nonchalantly changed the lineup to make it so.

It was a decided matter.

Hitagi-san, who famously had her own father tag along on our first date, has transcended six years of time and changed her family name, but it seems her mental resolve remains unyielding.

“Well, although I did say earlier that I often go to the observatory, I haven't been able to hang out with Kanbaru much lately. Despite finally getting to work in Japan, I've been swamped with settling into the Japanese branch, and Kanbaru has her studies to focus on… Even I couldn't help her with the grueling exam preparations to become a doctor, so all I could do was watch over her from afar.”

“Oh, right, Kanbaru is aiming to become a sports doctor, isn't she? That's why she enrolled in the medical department of a physical education university.”

Compared to me, who struggled with entrance exam studies just to attend the same university as her, the motivation behind her ambitions was worlds apart. Speaking of which, what happened with that? Being abroad, I've been oblivious to any news. It would've been nice to ask her during the wedding (Kanbaru served as Hitagi's bridesmaid, even though it was a traditional Japanese wedding).

“Now she's in her fifth year, and since it's medical school, she won't graduate until the year after next. But she does have various internships and such.”

“Seems like everyone's constantly doing internships when they're young.”

“While she continues to pursue her dream of becoming the sports doctor for the professional basketball team she had always hoped for, it seems the team itself is looking for someone with experience. The fact that she participated in the Inter-High in high school wasn't all in vain. To become a sports doctor, she'll need to work for more than four years after obtaining her medical license, so the road ahead may be long. That being said, if she pushes herself just a tad, she'll be able to join our honeymoon trip without a hitch.”

“It sounds great, but it's like our gears don't fit together. Who's spinning their wheels here – me, or you? You're pushing her a little too hard. Regardless of our plans, it feels like it was a given that Kanbaru would join us on our honeymoon.”

“What's wrong with that? It's like an American family sitcom. I'm even considering the possibility of sharing a house with Kanbaru.”

“Even though we aren't living together?”

“There's a lot to catch up on. Koyomi, don't let your old, outstanding junior becoming a renowned future doctor shake you up; celebrate her accomplishment properly.”

I feel like this wouldn't exactly qualify as a honeymoon anymore, but more like Kanbaru's consolation trip... No, it's not that I don't want to celebrate her new beginning. On the contrary, I'm filled with the desire to celebrate.

Isn't the honeymoon, which originated with Sakamoto Ryouma, fundamentally something that a married couple goes on alone?

"What's this? You're the type to brazenly challenge the notion of married couples having the same surname, and yet you're willing to bow down to such a trivial bit of common knowledge?"

"Well, when you put it that way, it does sound pretty weak…"

"Rather than going on two trips, wouldn't it be nice to wrap it up in one go?"

"So you're just trying to avoid the hassle, huh? Both the honeymoon and the consolation trip?"

"Oh no, actually, I'm quite satisfied with the interesting plan of taking Senjougahara to Senjougahara. Not a hassle at all. I just want to let my dear junior participate in this fun experience too."

When bundled together as a cute and amusing plan, the nuance of the two-night, three-day trip changes a bit—but if they're up for it, I would be happy too.

Such a production, which would culminate in taking away Hitagi's name, is the most painful and the one thing I must not do, as it would leave me with nothing but self-indulgence.

“I knew that Senjougahara was in Tochigi Prefecture, but it's my first time going there, and I didn't even know that the stars were so beautiful. Having lived as a Senjougahara for nearly a quarter of a century, I consider this a life-long mistake and a loss I wish to recover as soon as possible. So, I'm in quite the high spirits. Even as she is, Hanekawa-san will still help us, won't she?”

“She's like… a genuine revolutionary, you know?”

Her style is different, as are her principles.

“If only we could get in touch with her, I would have loved to invite Hanekawa-san to the Haney-moon, as well.”

“Are you trying to be witty?”

That Hanekawa was no longer the Hanekawa we once knew.

Again, all records of her were erased two years ago.

Now she existed only in our memories.

“That said, if we count the participants, we can’t overlook the fact that even you aren't alone. Wouldn't it be nice to travel with one companion each?”

Oh, she found the blind spot before the blind snake stone was found.

If you’re asking why, it’s because my shadow-dwelling companion, Oshino Shinobu, formerly known as Heartunderblade, would inevitably accompany me on my trip to Tochigi Prefecture. So closely intertwined were we that the realization eluded both Shinobu and me.

If Shinobu was to me what Kanbaru was to Hitagi, then there could be no objection.

Besides, it would be easier to fight at any time.

Because a fight to the death may await us at our honeymoon destination with a nine-tailed fox scheming to destroy Japan.

A doctor and a vampire.

Like a medical team and battle companions… more indispensable than even a thermos or a smartphone.

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[iz-the-egoni]

I’ve been meaning to do one of these for a while so here goes…

whenever I say I’m an "elder" of disability on here or anywhere else, even IRL, the above is just one of the many things I use to justify it

the full collective of these form parts of a whole which I am deciding to show on my blog

gonna call it "The Other Kind of Rainbow Pride" 'cos of the class I was in during Primary school. One of the first dedicated autism classes in the world

NOTE that I’ve whited bits of it off so that no-one else may attempt to use this to nefarious ends

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I was born on the 13th of July 1992 – subsequently named "Dominic John Powers" – in England, specifically Epsom which is just outside of the south-western part of London, although I would grow up just inside of it. My bod was routinely Assigned Male At Birth, which is something that’ll bear much significance later so I’ll only bring it up when necessary

to slice a long bread short, I got diagnosed with Aspergers and ADHD, along with a couple other comorbidities, when I was about 4, which meant being put through a very emotionally brutal system in the mid 90s. Anyone who knows about English hospitals and the surrounding 'health' industry in that era will understand why that’s awful. We really were being experimented on

needless to say this left its lasting mark on me and the role I was to have now and especially later, something which I’m still working to surpass. Namely that of not quite an invalid, but neither a normality. In fact I was registered disabled by the state shortly after the DXing process, which led to a series of provisions getting issued by our council one of those being the "Blue Badge" I’ve posted above

amongst my family at the time only grandad had one, having suffered a severe and debilitating stroke about a decade prior. Indeed, much was the stigma of being a young child exiting a car parked in any disabled section and receiving abuse from the public most of whom had no idea about the implications of NeuroDiversity at the time, let alone the chronicity and complexity we faced

this continued into events which should have been fun such as at theme parks where my aidies (ADHD) made queuing impossible for me and would have caused danger on the rides had it not been compensated for. Other families accused us of "jumping the line", unaware of the challenges we dealt with in a society and culture where more than 99% of children just didn’t have the issues I and other aidies (people with ADHD) did and, in some of our cases, still do

that badge was due for renewal in 2003 which, given they expired every 3 years, means it got issued in 2000. It was my 2nd, the first being 1997. I was 5. Barely 1800 days old

and that is one of the many reasons I call myself an elder and act as such. As someone who has risen above a LOT over a long period of time, and endured much when not a lot of people were, I have in most cases almost unique experience and thus insight into many of the issues us mentally disabled people face and how it extends unto our physical existences

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to close then, I’ll say this…

no one is inherently more disabled than anyone else. However, some people are merely un-abled, meaning they have no advantage over anyone else. Imagine what it feels like and does to someone being actively disadvantaged. That will objectively leave you with more disability than another…

[abroadlifeactually]

A Quest for Survival: Hunting for Friends

Friends are the single most important thing you need to survive living abroad, and you need to make them fast.  Living abroad can be very isolating (doubly so if you’re a new mom), I imagine it contributes to why many people end up moving back to wherever they are from. Especially where I am, because there is NO small talk. It might be a cultural thing, or it might be that I’m a foreigner who probably doesn’t speak the language, I’d say it’s 90% the former. The introvert in me lives for the fact that I can just be in my head, chuckle at my podcast, and daydream uninterrupted. But on the other hand, it severely hinders your ability to meet people.

My friends and family are half a day away, so when we first moved, my husband was the only person here I could talk to. We were living in a hotel at the time, so whatever alone or privacy we got during covid was eradicated.  I was still breastfeeding, so I wasn’t all that motivated to leave the house, which meant the only people besides my husband I talked to, was our realtor, and an interpreter who took me to the Driver’s License Center to sign up for a driving test. Instantly, I became an oversharer. They both knew how I met my husband, anecdotes about my single life, and my breastfeeding schedule all within minutes of meeting me. I only met the interpreter once, I try not to think about what her impression of me must be because it makes me cringe. I ended up turning to Facebook…yes, Facebook.

Facebook is a really good resource for people in this situation. There are tons of Facebook groups that cater to different audiences, and I joined them all. Surprisingly enough, the Facebook groups were able to sustain me for a little while. I never posted anything, but my history as a long time lurker of various messageboards finally became useful, and kept me somewhat entertained. One thing I found interesting was that sometimes people would make posts looking for friends. I agonized over whether I should do something like that, but I just couldn’t do it. I wasn’t good at making dating profiles, I realize this wasnt that, but it felt similar.  I’m not good at describing myself, and certainly not in writing. I don’t think I have a photogenic personality, if that makes sense, I think I just come accross better in person. So a post looking for friends was out, but I figured I would try to go to at least one social event advertised…I didn’t. To be fair, the social events I saw that seemed like they might be fun, also made me feel like I’d be the old b*th at the club. I had to find another way.

Making friends as an adult is hard. Most adults find friends at work, or through their kids, which applies in this situation as well. Since I don’t have a school age kid, and the only job I can easily get abroad is teaching (which was a non-starter), I had to increase my social media activity. I started following a bunch of instagram pages of groups, businesses and people in my area just in case there were opportunities to connect. A lot of the stuff I saw definitely catered to a younger crowd, which makes sense, since that would most likely be the crowd that would be able just up and move to this side of the world. Now don’t get me wrong, the fashion loving/ party girl in me would love an evening out, but 1, we didn’t have childcare which meant going alone which is something I hadn’t done in YEARS, and 2, the idea of anything remotely clubish exhausts me. My watch starts flashing that the noise decibels are too loud… and it is too loud. Those days for me are long gone.

Eventually, at the suggestion of my husband’s colleagues we joined a private social club. I realize that this sounds extremely privileged, but it’s a great landing place for families like mine, new to the area, that might not speak the language yet, or know how or where to find things they need. It softens what can feel like a crash landing, especially for kids and trailing spouses, as we’re called. They host lots of events and opportunities to meet other expats and locals, so we joined in the hopes we might meet some other couples. They also had in-house sitting services so on Fridays, my husband and I would go to the bar for happy hour. Except, the sitting service closed at 5pm, so we went at 3pm and left just before 5pm, missing any actual HH crowd or specials. We were often there basically alone. It was still nice just to get out of the house and have adult time. 

One Friday, after 5 months of extreme family bonding, we met who I can only describe as an angel. A brotha walked into the bar. In general I was happy to see him because we weren’t sure we’d meet any black people at the club when we joined. He immediately came right over and said hello, which was also shocking because up until that point any black folk we saw in passing would avert their eyes. My husband and I came up with a theory that, if we saw a black person and they smiled or acknowledged us, they must be tourists (that hypothesis hasn’t changed much). The heaven sent brotha chatted us up for a bit, and then he invited us to an event for Black families the following day. There we met what is now our family. It was such a sigh of relief. We met a few other black expat families that would be here for the same time frame. Our lives changed from that day on (we had also just found our apartment which felt like a miracle after a long hunt). Our friend group is amazing, we now spend holidays and vacations together, we celebrate each other’s wins and birthdays, and offer support however we can. They make living far away from home enjoyable. 

My advice to anyone moving abroad is to join as many facebook groups as you can. It truly is the best start to meeting people and getting answers. I’ve met other amazing people outside of my core group of friends since being here through facebook forums. Of course be active on all the other social media platforms, but don’t neglect Facebook.

[tigerathleticmissionexperience]

Kinesiology Wellness major, Aylisse’ Warren has provided today’s recap below.

“This morning the team enjoyed a nice exercise session with breakfast following shortly after and then and watched the sunrise over the campgrounds. After breakfast, we departed for our morning activity of volunteering at the South Auckland Christian Food Bank. It was an amazing opportunity for us to take part in the community and help make care packages for families across Auckland. We had girls packing the boxes with different foods, cleaning around the facility, and sorting food within the facility for later packing. The girls all got a chance to dabble in each area and connect with the staff, who worked at the food bank. Once all the boxes were made, we had a group of girls load up in the vans and deliver the care packages to homes. Each box and family were prayed over before being delivered and the girls took turns dropping them off. Izel and I got to have another experience to help serve. We visited the recently burnt down Burger King and gas station not too far from the food bank. We salvaged food and brought it back to the bank. It was an amazing experience getting to spend some time volunteering and meeting new people we could potentially impact. It was such a rush of excitement getting to know and learn from new people and dive head first into a new experience with no hesitation. God worked through us and blessed us with new memories to think back on and share with others back at home in the states.

During the afternoon, we played against Maclean’s Colleges boys soccer team. Despite the end game results, it was a fun game and a different opportunity to play the lovely game of soccer in New Zealand. We connected with the boys after the game and spoke about the slight differences between their high school soccer compared to high school soccer back home. They were completely shocked once they realized that we were in fact not 16/17 year old girls, which was a sight to see! The boys were great and allowed us to create a new memory. After the match was over we shared some pizzas amongst our teams and got a chance to talk and connect. Following the games, we were blessed with the beautiful sight of watching five baptisms lead by Brett Bagwell, a member of the ISF team and minister, at the beach outside of camp. Four players, including me, and one member of the ISF team, took the next step in fully accepting Christ into their lives and opening up completely in allowing Him to lead them. It was a tearful sight, and the entire ETBU team was able to witness us take the leap of faith with our Lord and Savior. Nothing could compare to the peace that laid over not only those who were baptized, but those who witnessed the moving moment. In our evening debrief, we cherished moments from the trip, but followed it with group conversation of great memories we have of each other throughout the years and laughed for at least an hour together. It was a great day! We as players, coaches, staff, and ISF members are constantly reminded that the Lord is always moving in our lives and He wants to make a connection with us. He speaks to us in ways we may not know or understand, but He is always with us every step of the way.”

[jacob-romero]

design diary 003

awfully late i know, won't happen again.

midterm season was approaching, fast. for us design students we don't really have midterms, at least not traditionally. instead we have a big final project for each class.

so what did we decide to do? throw a party.

my first "college party" was a potluck with all my friends

a delicious potluck, jesus.

the food was so good, filipino food to indian food, there was so much good food that night.

however, after the party it was back to reality. for 3D form studio we were tasked with a group project to build a garden nome. the catch? it was made out of concrete, and was divided into three modular parts.

from carving it out from red foam to preparing the molds, it was a long, long process that took a few weeks to do. ours was a cat in a ufo who was stuck to a claw in a claw machine.

it was a particularly messy process making the molds, but it was fun since the whole class was doing it together.

when it came to the concrete pours... it took a couple tries. it took a few tries figuring out how to tap it on the sides, how to shake it, and pour it so it would come out as smooth as possible. in the end Manny helped us figure out how to smooth it out with water and sandpaper.

we had thanksgiving break, right before the school of design's final week. for me it was no break, i had two days of work back to back plus a family trip to indiana. i was so tired but i finished a portion of my gnome project half asleep on my aunts sofa in indiana.

while all of that was happening, for design drawing i was drawing this dreaded mouse... why did i choose this mouse...

we had about a month,

we were tasked to draw the mouse, not once, not twice, but fifteen different times. three perspectives, an exploded view, different iterations and then once again another three perspectives. this project lead me to do things i didn't think i would do. i spent most of the month preparing the sketches that would be used as my templates, i had a system for this class. i drew the drawings all on one page and kept them at home, then i would work on them by tracing them onto new sheets and working on them at school, incase i messed up, i had the masters at home to trace. (i learned this from loosing my second project on the train two days before it was due, i was saved by a few masters i had at home which helped me finish on time)

a week before it was due, i was on track, halfway through the coloring process, however, i realized i was doing too much. this realization came to me on thursday during break…4 days before it was due.

i was rendering the mouse with more detailed than asked. however a big part of the grade was consistency, so i had to push forward. from spending 40$ on one set of prismacolors i then again spent another 40$ on another set. (thankfully to my understanding drawing will be digital in later classes so i won't have to spend more than this) and then.... those markers began to die. so what did i do? i bought insulin syringes!

i sent this photo to my mom, she asked what was it for, and i said drugs.

in reality though, they were to try to revive the markers with a liquid i forget the name. ill link the article if anyone is interested. i found it hilarious.

specifically this,

"fifth, replace the cap on both ends of the marker and shake it like you've never shaken anything before in your life. you are the san andreas fault and that marker is california. knock san francisco right into the ocean. shake!" - katiecandraw (2009)

this did in fact barley help. the markers were kind of revived but i did not get the results katiecandraw got. i should have realized sooner that a post from 2009 was not gonna help me as much.

after this i was in panic mode. i pulled my first all-nighter ever.

it was a very chaotic night. and i wasn't alone the whole class was up till 4, 5 in the morning working on this project.

but we pulled through! i gave a decent presentation for the critique, although i did ramble about my disdain for computer mice design and my love for the apple design....

i was running on two hours of sleep.

after the class ended, we all fell asleep on the beds that the architecture students had built for a project exploring public sleeping. truly a blessing.

this day we also finished our gnomes for 3D form studio. thankfully the gnome wasn't due for a few more days and we got to work on it without worry.

i won't lie i was a bit manic that day, i think we all were. we were all running on little to no sleep. but we all pulled through. here’s the final project:

i passed the semester with all a's !!!

so we lit.

finishing writing this at ML Kitchen on taylor street with friends at 2:32pm on january 17th

[madigemme]

Virtual Sketchbook #1

Pictures are in order of list*

1. WRITING AND RESEARCH – 

Discussion: Introductions/First Artworks 

Hello, my name is Madilyn Gemme. One fact about me is that I am always taking pictures. I own two photography businesses: one of my own, in which I take individual portraits (Film by Madilyn), and another, in which I take photos for my school (Mustangs on Film). After graduating with my AA, I hope to minor in photography and expand my business.  

Roy Lichtenstein 1963 Whaam! Oil on canvas; 5’7” x 13’4”.  

1. “Whaam!” and “Drowning Girl” are generally regarded as Lichtenstein's most famous works.  

2. “Whaam!” does not feature a protective layer over the painting, meaning attracting dirt to the work’s surface was expected. Damage is even noticeable in some areas of the work. However, Lichtenstein made it clear he was aware of his painting’s vulnerability, and from these encounters, it is assumed he did not care for the risks posed by dirt deposition.   

3. Dorothy Lichtenstein shocked the world following the death of her husband, Roy Lichtenstein, stating that he "was not a fan of comics and cartoons."  

4. Roy Lichtenstein was an artist known for portraying adaptations or impressions of other artists' creations.   

5. Roy Lichtenstein served in the army both during and after World War II.  

The first time I saw this artwork, I thought of the movie Top Gun. Words like dramatic, action, and explosions popped into my mind. After realizing it was more of a hysterical or exaggerated way of portraying an army scene, I took the work relatively the same, but I was able to recognize the hidden serious tones. Based on my research, Roy Lichtenstein created this piece based on another comic, All American Men of War, which represents similar scenes of battle; however, Lichtenstein uses his personal style to exaggerate his portrayal. Glancing at this a second time following my research made me think of how battle scenes tend to be portrayed in pop culture, but gave me a chance to think of the military in terms of reality and the sacrifices our force makes that do not tend to reflect the comic books.  

2. ART AND WRITING –   

I created this popsicle piece in 2017 as a gift for my mom's birthday. It’s hung on my fridge since then and is very special to me as it demonstrates how close my family and I have always been. Looking at it every day serves as a reminder of who has always been by my side throughout life. To create it, I glued together popsicle sticks and utilized paint and detailed brushes to get those specific shapes and curves. In my opinion, I have improved artistically, but this piece is one of my most beautiful works. The fact I was able to create something for my mom, and for myself, that serves as a reminder of the love our family has for each other, is something that can’t be compared to any of my other creations.  

3. WRITING A SELF-PORTRAIT –  

I am a 17-year-old white woman from Florida and primarily align with the female gender or she/her pronouns. For fun, I absolutely love to express myself through photography. I even own multiple accounts to post my visions. In the beginning, it started off casual, but now I have progressed enough to charge for professional photoshoots. I’ve published through my workplace, The Copper Closet, and with my high school, where I also own a photography business called Mustangs on Film. Both are my greatest achievements. I also love going to the theater and watching new movies. One of my dreams is to pursue acting, although I’ve had little experience outside of my school’s theater program. I have worked in retail at The Copper Closet in UTC Mall for over a year now and love the environment there. I was previously in an unhealthy workspace, so the change was needed. Through it, I have met some of my greatest friends and discovered my love for fashion. I am a big supporter of cultural change and strive to donate and support movements such as the Black Lives Matter movement and the pro-choice movement. I consider myself very passionate about my views, and I hope to become more involved when I move to a bigger university. Another one of my passions is journalism. After I graduate from SCF, I hope to move into the media production aspect of journalism and fulfill roles in news production and reporting. I joined this class to look at art in an influential way. I love how pieces can make people feel different things and the idea of "no purpose" art. Sometimes people try to explain art while they are really just explaining their feelings. I love that art makes us do this, though. When I approach a piece, I always like to focus on how it makes me feel and the emotion or vulnerability that can pull something so unique and ambitious together to make me feel this certain way. My favorite form of art has to be photography. I obsess over the different visions and creations people can share, the way photos are a unique process, and how much work goes on behind the scenes. To me, art is creation, emotion, and collaboration. 

4. ART PROJECT (SELF-PORTRAIT) –  

For my project, I expressed my passion for photography by hand sketching my own photographed self-portrait that I took through my camera and placing it within the first camera I ever got. I also placed the pencil I used to sketch the portrait on the side, as sketching was the first form of art I found myself attached to as a kid. I distinctly remember sketching drawings for my friends and even random kids on the playground who wanted a weird monster or cartoon to take home. It was the first time I realized I had some artistic skills. Sketching guided me to where my artistic expression is now, which is why I have placed it in the back of my portrait to symbolize how my love for photography has built on the foundation of my old sketches. 

[occasionalsurveys]

Survey 7?

Tell me about the first five photos you have on your phone or camera: They are saved pictures from my sibling-in-laws.  They were sending pics of their kids during their Christmas vacation

Have you got any half or step siblings? Nope, only full blooded siblings

When was the last time you were disappointed? Last night but it was one of those “disappointed but not surprised” type of things ugh

When was the last time you had wet hair? Yesterday

Do you like kids’ movies? Yeah but it depends, mostly kid movies from when I wad a kid. I haven’t seen any new kid movies in the last couple years

Have you ever known someone online and then met them in person? If so, which website did you meet on? I did! I met them on MySpace lol (obviously this was a long time ago!)

Have you ever been to the beach? If so, tell me the name of the beach you last went to and when. I've been to many beaches in the US, Mexico and Bahamas. And I lived in several FL cities that are pretty close to the beach. Most recent was Sanibel Island in May 2022 but wont be back there for a while as it got destroyed by Hurricane Ian :(

When was the last time you were sick and what illness did you have? I had a really bad cold in November

When did you last wash your hair? Yesterday but I’ll be taking a shower here pretty soon

Who did you last speak aloud to and what did you say? My co-worker - I’m off work today and tomorrow but she was calling about an account we were working on and had a question about something that needed to be done today for the client.

Do you know anyone with a serious anger management problem? Not that i know of

Do you have a calendar in your room? Yes, but not like a typical calendar.  I have a calendar in my bullet journal that I update every couple days.  When we’re in our house, I will definitely have a calendar hanging on the wall.

What color is your wallet? Its beige

Did you get swine flu? No

Do you know anyone from Alabama? I dont think so

How bright is it in the room you’re in? Medium I'd say.

What can you smell right now? Nothing in particular.  Coffee maybe?  I have my cup right next to me.

Have you ever bought a game from a site like Big Fish Games or Shockwave? Yes, from Big Fish! And fun fact - my husband and I actually used to work at Big Fish about 10 years ago! Literally the reason we moved to Seattle in 2012 lol So odd to find the company mentioned in a survey!!

Have you ever had a snow day? Never!!! Even growing up in the Midwest, we never got snow days.  I was always so jealous when other schools nearby had snow days or even delayed but my school was NEVER closed.  

Have you seen all the Lord of the Rings movies? Yes, many times! We want to do a whole all day marathon once we’re in our house - all the Hobbit movies followed by Lord of the Rings.

Do you have an unhealthy obsession with colored furry throw pillows that are different shapes and sizes? No?  I don't care for decorative pillows and wouldn’t typically buy them.  I do have a few but only because they’re very special ones: We have a Meat Pillow (bought from a ComicCon years ago from a Monster Hunter booth)  I bought one for my husband that has ChaCha and Kuyumba from Monster Hunter print on it.  Another one of the Going Merry from One Piece (just its head though), and my mother-in-law MADE me an adorable Owl one for Christmas this year.

How often do you change your underwear? Everyday

Doesn’t it bother you when guys in your family / household leave the toilet seat up so that you wind up almost falling in when you’re sleepy and dazed at 3:00 AM and need to pee? That actually doesn't happen here!

Approximately how many books do you have in your house? There are a TON of books in this house. My Mother-In-Law and I constantly read, although we do not have the same interest in books

Have you ever had to call the cops on someone else before? Yes, a domestic issue at an old apt we used to live at (not us, for a neighbor)

Have you ever been to court for something other than a traffic ticket? Yes, I had a huge issue with one of my roommates not paying the rent/pocketing money from another roommate.  We had to go to court to settle the issue between my roommates and our landlord. Its a long story but the short version is - never move in with someone/sign a contract with someone you don’t know/fully trust.

Don’t you hate it when people suddenly love a celebrity when they die? Meh, don’t really care.

What type of math are you the best at? NONE.  I am HORRIBLE with math and just do not understand numbers at all.

How’s the weather? Much better - like 60′s?  It was in the 40′s a couple days ago which was great for Christmas (I miss the cold/snow for this time of year) but now that the holiday is done, it needs to get back to a normal FL temperature lol

[mnoonthego]

Christmas Eve (Day 14)

It sure doesn’t feel like Christmas. Seeing all of the winter, snowy fun back home couldn’t be different than our sunny 25 degree days. Where we wake up to monkeys running across our roof, the dogs barking when the wart hogs are in the yard, the extremely loud call of the Hadeda (a type of ibis, bird) and of course the screech of the tree hyrax. Everything is so different! That said, we have all of the fixings for tomorrow’s turkey dinner.

We went to drinks at friend’s of Aileen and JD’s last night and had a lovely time discussing life in Kenya. You have to be tough to live here! They have a cobra living in their wood pile however, they find it doesn’t really bother them or their dogs so its not an issue!?!? They also let us know that there is a leopard in the area that took someone’s small dog yesterday!! So of course I was freaking out when we came home and none of the dogs were around! Thankfully they were next door watching a movie with the neighbours.

Aileen was off today so we went on a girls shopping trip and to meet one of the kids that she supports. We combed through the market looking for souvenirs and then attempting to barter on prices. I think we all found some lovely things to bring home.

A highlight for me was meeting Jackson and Lydia as I find their story so daunting and yet inspiring. Lydia is Jackson’s grandmother; Jackson is 12 and has Cerebral Palsy. As they are from Kibera, the slums of Nairobi, they have really fallen through the not so well supported cracks of the medical system and the lacking social support net. Jackson’s mom left and therefore he is in Grandma’s care along with six other children she is supporting as they don’t have parents on the scene. Aileen was supporting Jackson with his physiotherapy needs (as well as medications and trips to the doctor) but realized that he needed more than a visit every two weeks and through a grant was able to have his needs and others recognized by the school hiring a full time physio that Aileen and another physio are mentoring as she is new to the profession. Jackson is now able to sit up on his own and has some head control which he didn’t have until relatively recently which means he is starting to feed himself! Without his Grandma’s dedication and commitment to him, it is likely he would have been just left on the floor during the day while his parent went to work so the fact that he is actually able to see a doctor, receive regular treatment and schooling is amazing. We take so much for granted and this really shows how lucky and privileged we are to have been born in Canada and for me to have the family I do.

On to the lighter side, while we were waiting, I noticed a sign that with our grocery store points we could have a goat! Save on Foods doesn’t offer that!!

We spent the later part of the afternoon enjoying a friend’s pool which was a great way to cool off in a hot Nairobi afternoon!

Aileen and JD joined us for dinner at Talana’s (the house we are staying at) where we used the norad tracker to see where Santa was and to put out some treats for Santa and the reindeer. As Amira, the Elf on the Shelf hasn’t been flying back and forth to the North Pole and the kids didn’t write a letter to Santa, Tamsyn is pretty concerned that he might not know where to find her.

[atlantaartisticweddings]

The Atlanta Wedding Photographers at AtlantaArtisticWeddings.com are Thankful!

A big thank you to Atlanta and the team at Atlanta Artistic Weddings!

Since it is close to Thanksgiving, I wanted to write a blog on being thankful.  I was looking at our instagram page and I noticed that we are up to 1,000 posts!

I am so thankful to Heather who is in charge of social media and is editor of the website.  She is the one that writes all those posts on Instagram.  I have gotten many compliments on her posts.  It was Heather’s idea to have Fun Fact Friday!  I look forward to her Friday posts.  I have shot 100s of weddings but I still learn something every Friday!  She shares insights about weddings and historical background on many wedding traditions.  You feel smarter after checking out her Friday posts.

She is also one of my favorite people to bounce ideas off of.   She is a very smart, caring and  sensitive person who gives me insight that I never thought of.  I need Heather’s keen perspective when I am trying to write a blog or choosing marketing photos.  She gives me a woman's perspective which I so sorely need!

If you have been noticing the blog over the last year or so they are so much better.  That is once again because of Heather.  I can honestly say she has made me a better writer and helped me get my ideas across in the blog section of our site.  Before Heather started editing the blog you would have thought a 12 year old was writing the blog with an old Crayon.  The blog is more concise and thought out.  I feel so much better after she has edited my writing.  You always need a second set of eyes when you are writing.  Not that I am one of them but some of the best writers in the world say that their editor makes them better writers.

Heather has been a God send to the Atlanta wedding photographers at AtlantaArtsiticWeddings.com.  She has been a cheerleader to the photographers and Lizzie our photo editor/designer.  When I look at the improvements in our website and our social media it is because of our hero Heather.  Thank you Heather for your wedding insights and help!    

I also would like to thank another person behind the scenes, Lizzie.  I have been working with Lizzie for about 6 years now.  We met at work and have become like family.  She is one of the smartest people I know.  She is a very talented designer.  I was getting overwhelmed with editing all the weddings and asked her for help.  She stepped right on up and was awesome!  If you are greatful that you get your wedding photos so quickly you can thank Lizzie!  

When you are going through a wedding it is nice to have someone else look at the photos.  When Lizzie is editing she is bringing a female’s perspective and fresh eye to the editing process.   She is a great example of someone who is always striving to be better and doing her best to bring you the photos you will cherish for a lifetime.  People like her make me a better photographer too!

Speaking of making me a better photographer, that is where Sarah comes in.  About 7 years ago I received an email from a photographer just out of school and she wanted to shoot weddings.  That email was from Sarah.  I rarely shot with a second wedding photographer when she contacted me.  I thought let's give it a try and see what happens.  It was one of the best decisions I have ever made.  Sarah is a very talented photographer that brings so much to the table when I am working with her.  She has such a keen eye and subtle way of shooting.  While I am like a game show host pumping up the wedding party she is like a bride whisperer who captures those quiet and tender moments that make up the day.  When I am shooting the formal shots Sarah is silently shooting from the side and always gets the better shot!

I am so grateful to Sarah. When looking at Sarah’s photos it reminds me to slow down and listen.  To be present on the wedding day and pay attention to the details.  She has been beside me during some of my wildest weddings.   She has taught me so much.  I have even switched camera brands because of her!  Thank you Sarah for teaching me so much and showing me a different way of looking at wedding photography and life.

There is one more person I would like to thank and that is Tara!  Tara took some of my photography classes at Emory Continuing Education.  She was the most talented photographer in the class.

I have shot over 50 weddings with Tara now.  She has been a real trooper and has been with me at some of the most emotional weddings that I have ever shot.  She has a great eye at finding locations to shoot and being there when the going gets rough.  We have literally shot in the rain together and I did not hear her complain one time.  She knows how to get the shot when you need it most.  She is a superstar! I love shooting with Tara and do not know what I would do without her!  Thank you so much for all you do Tara!

I am so blessed to be part of such a talented team! Each person has a different strong point and together we make up a team of diverse talents that make each one of us better.

Thanks for checking out this Atlanta wedding photographers blog! I hope you enjoyed the read and that it inspired you with some new ideas. Make sure you keep coming back to our blog to see what the Atlanta wedding photographers at Atlanta Artistic Weddings are up to! If you’d like to contact me go to the contact page and drop me a line at https://www.atlantaartisticweddings.com/contact-atlanta-wedding-photographer. I would love to hear from you!

Thanks again!

[daandyli0n]

ALRIGHT BESTIES, STORYTIME!!

(alright @that-darn-clown time to give people The Lore™)

so, to start off with, some context: my family is rather conservative and Christian, and my parents are not exactly...accepting of lgbtq+ stuff (they are not abusive and likely would not kick me out or anything, so that's not the part i worry about if i were to get outed). as such, not only am i in the closet, but i generally keep any of That kind of info about my friends from my parents and family in general if i can.

so uh. if any of y'all wonder why i have the rules of only using she/her for me in chat during streams, and why i don't want any parts of my queer identity to be brought up during stream, then That's Why. my dad usually watches my streams (as well as the fact that my older brother pops in from time to time) and my whole family is subscribed to my Youtube channel. I'll Let Y'all Do The Math From There

so. now onto the story:

Maxx came out to me as a trans guy back a few years ago. at around that time, Maxx and i only really knew each other for around a few months, but we were still kinda close. in order to keep my family from making discussing shit about them Awkward As Fuck (like they had with another trans friend of mine, which is. A Story For Another Day), i decided "hey, my family doesn't really know who Maxx is, and likely won't realize if i stop referring to them using their deadname, so i'll just reintroduce Maxx as a completely new person to my family. this plan is flawless!"

Maxx comes out as nonbinary later. i ask if it would be fine if i misgender them in front of my family. they say of fucking course i can

things are going well. due to me talking about them Near Constantly (we're besties what did you expect) and due to them being under the impression that Maxx is A Dude, they assume that i've got Feelings™ for them. i say No Y'all, We're Just Friends, Chill

during one of those School Open House things, Maxx had a skirt on, as well as eyeliner (because Scene Kid). on the drive home, my dad says, And I Shit You Not, (paraphrased a bit) "so, does Maxx want to be a Maxine??" (< basically "Is Maxx A Trans Girl??"). i am. mildly baffled by this, but i don't really give a clear answer just a sort of "...No, It's Eyeliner?? It's A Scene Kid Thing??"

i have what i call the Genderqueer Awakening™ back last year. i basically realize that not only is my sexuality and romantic attraction Weird As Fuck, but so is my gender. Fun Times.

also have the realization that i feel some. Not-Exactly-Platonic, Not-Exactly-Romantic Feelings for Maxx and we get into a QPR together at around the same time. we have since, as of about two months ago, added a Third person and created The Queerplatonic Polycule. you have probably heard Maxx talk about them a few times. things are going great.

the only problem is that this is now making my job of trying to convince my parents that me and Maxx are Not dating harder. given the way that we describe the way our QPR/polycule works as follows:

"hey, are y'all dating??"

so like. we're dating but Not Exactly. we're dating as besties, pretty much. you get the point. there is no way in Hell that i'm going to even remotely try to explain what a QPR is to my parents. they'd probably just hear the word "queer" in there and just assume it's a gay thing (which. in me, Maxx, and Schnee's case it is but. Y'know).

we've come up with a little plan that we've lovingly titled The Long Con. basically, We Get Married So That My Parents Will Be Fine With Us Living Together (they have a Thing about men and women not living together unless/until they're married. which would put a wrench in our plans of just chilling in a cabin in the woods Difficult). this Entire plan hinges on us Not Getting Outed to My Family Specifically

things are going well, we're chilling and life is good.

Then Yesterday Happens.

so. More Context! our school is doing an overnight trip in a few months. they need to know who wants to be in a room with who. because this is Fucking School, they have to separate Boys and Girls. due to Obvious Reasons, Maxx was also listed as a girl. my plan is to just claim to my parents that i had chosen to be in a room with three other girls i know and are relatively close with.

well turns out the school sent a message out that included the survey! that my parents (specifically my mom) got!!

my mom brings it up and i internally go 'oh shit oh fuck oh shit oh fuck' and also start internally cussing out my school because Gosh Fucking Darnit.

my original plan was to just claim that it was a different Maxx in the girls section because there was another Max going on the trip who was listed in the boy section. i was going to claim that was Maxx.

problem: she mentioned Maxx's last name.

okay, Plan B: act Legitimately Confused that Maxx is listed with the girls and imply that maybe they were put there by mistake. i get about one second into this plan, making a confused face when she brought it up and audibly going "Huh...weird."

but then my mom says something that baffles me, but also means that me and Maxx aren't Completely screwed with our plan:

"Now look, I don't mind if Maxx chooses to identify as a girl..."

and...i had to sit there and process that one for a minute. because that means she thinks that Maxx is a trans girl and was put with the girls because of that. and given her wording (and because i know how my family is in general), that means she still thinks Maxx is a guy.

i think this whole thing is hilarious, tbh, so does Maxx and Schnee. it also means that, despite a few setbacks, The Long Con can still work!

so anyway, there's the weird lore behind my parents thinking Maxx is transfem. hope y'all enjoyed Dandy's Storytime-

Dandy's parents still think I'm a Trans girl. Very funny because they are conservative so I can say "being a girl was a phase" and they will think that I mean "being trans was a phase." Hilarity will most definitely ensue

[therealvinelle]

Ok I'm embarrassed to admit this, but I'm just now copying your Norwegian Bella AU into a text translator, and if you don't already have 50 people in your inbox demanding a translation then shame on ALL OF US because this is glorious! And while Google Translate does have a certain charm (it translated "piper hun ut" as "she beeps") I'm curious to see how you'd put it in English.

Troquantary is referring to this post. In which Bella doesn't speak English.

Fun fact, you're the only one who's gone into my inbox to request this. I was so sad, had the translation half-written and everything, but I was too proud to beg. So thank you, Troquantary, for popping this ask.

As for the dictionary fuckups, sounds about right. I made a few typos, too, that made Google Translate suffer even more. (Such as managing to mix up "henne" (her) and "hendene" (hands), resulting in Aro patting Bella instead of clapping his hands. Poor Google.)

Also, there are a few cultural references and language things that would be lost in the translation, in an attempt to keep them I included notes clarifying things.

Some things, like Aro and Carlisle's very old man way of speaking, are easier said than done to translate, you'll have to bear with me there.

Additional notes are that I added a few things to this version, many of them because translating is hard, but a few because while translating I thought "oh you know what would be much funnier-" and then wrote that.

Alright, without further ado:

When Renée left Charlie she did not go to Florida, she went to Oslo. And she went all in to make her daughter a true Norwegian, hiring Norwegian nannies and making sure never to speak English around the child. Since transatlantic flights are expensive, little Bella Swan rarely got to visit her father, and as such she never did learn what should have been her native language.

She quickly forgot what English she did have in favor of Norwegian, with the exception of words like “Yes”, “No”, and “I’m Bella”.

The few trips she took to visit her father were all the more awkward than in canon since she couldn’t play with the Black kids. Let not the blame fall upon Charlie: he took Norwegian classes and speaks conversational Norwegian. He can’t speak to Renée, because her Norwenglish is incomprehensible even to Norwegians, but he can communicate with Bella.

Not that he’s had a lot of chances to do so.

Bella makes it to seventeen years old, she’s in second grade at Handels* and is a major outsider among the preps there, and then Renée marries a handsome skier**. Together they shall travel the continent all winter to participate in as many skiing races as they can, and in the summer they’ll take gigs at Hurtigruta to see the coast.

*“Handels” is the nickname for an Oslo high school infamous for its pupils being rich and beautiful blonds who are going to be CEOs when they grow up.

**Skiing as a sport is huge in Norway

***Hurtigruta is a famous ferry that travels across the Norwegian West coast

Bella, who sucks at skiing and is too young to work at Hurtigruten, takes the hint.

With dread in her stomach and dictionary in hand she goes to her father in America.

Where she doesn’t speak the language.

Faen.

Charlie gives her a car, and I wish this meta was set in the present because I could have joked about electric cars and the automat only driver’s license*, but Twilight is set in 2005 so I can’t. The car part proceeds without drama.

*An increasing number of Norwegian youth take the driver’s license for automatic cars only, and we’re the country in the world with the highest percentage of electric car purchases.

School is worse than in canon, because she is now a thousand times more sensational than if she was merely the new student. She is from another country! All of Forks keels over with excitement.

To make matters even worse, our girl doesn’t understand a word of what people are saying.

She is too awkward to let them know she doesn’t know English. It’d become a thing, and they might think she’s dumb. To be fair, it’s not good that she’s been through primary, secondary, and now a year and a half of high school and still sucks at English.

So she nods, smiles, mumbles “Hi, I’m Bella” to the new faces, and blushes heavily when anybody says anything.

People assume she’s shy. That’s a bit boring, but oh well.

She has her biology class with the redhead hottie she noticed during lunch. She watched him and his family, they were fascinatingly pretty, but she doesn’t know anything more about them. Sure would have been great if she could have asked the tiny girl (was it Jess?) about them.

Biology proceeds as in canon - Edward badly wants to eat the delicious girl, but fortunately doesn’t.

She runs into him in the office when he tries to switch to another biology lesson, but she has no idea what he’s saying so she only has the suspicion that this somehow concerns her. Which is still uncomfortable, but Bella is probably the problem here. The hottie surely can’t be.

He’s missing from school for a week, Bella finds that weird.

He returns, and to her great horror he starts talking to her.

“Hello”, he says.

Bella dies inside. He’s too handsome!

"I'm Edward Cullen," he continues, and ok, she got that. The hottie is called Edward, that’s good to know. She’s not sure she caught that last name, though, Köln?

He says something else, it’s gibberish to Bella even though she’s concentrating, and at the end there he says “Bella Swan”.

She gulps.

"I'm Bella Swan," she confirms and nods. That should be correct. God, she hopes it’s correct.

He smiles a crooked, boyish smile. She’s awed. She didn’t think it was possible to be so beautiful.

He says something else.

Bella didn’t catch it.

She blushes even harder, she hasn’t been more embarrassed in her life. Here he is, the most handsome guy in all the world, and she has nothing to say to him. Literally, they don’t speak the same language.

She should tell him.

It’s one thing to chicken out of telling the town she doesn’t speak English, but there’s something different about Edward Cullen. He deserves the truth.

But...

He’s the most beautiful person she has seen in her life. He is American, too, so the odds of him knowing Norwegian are microscopical. If he finds out she doesn’t understand a word he says he’ll stop talking to her, and selfish as she is she doesn’t want that.

So with a slightly guilty conscience (but not enough to fess up) she contributes to the conversation with enough words and smiles to pull through. "Yes", "No", "Thank you", and "That's nice".

He is surprised by several of these answers, but instead of giving her odd looks and losing interest he grows more invested in the conversation.

Class ends.

The next day the near accident happens, and he saves her. She is stunned - dear god, did he just pick up a whole car? After teleporting across the parking lot..?

Soon she’s in the ER, and more than a little bit stressed about that fact since she knows the Americans have a terrible healthcare system.

She hopes Charlie has an insurance.

An insanely beautiful man walks into the ER, and Bella is shocked. He is just as handsome as Edward and Edward’s lunch friends!

He introduces himself as Carlisle Cullen, and Bella can only assume this is someone’s older brother. Possibly related to the blonde girl.

He smiles at her, says something, and she answers, "I'm Bella Swan."

He frowns.

That must have been the wrong answer, then.

His hands return to investigating her scalp, and to her great surprise he switches to perfect Norwegian, "kjenner De* noe ubehag når jeg holder her?" Do you feel any discomfort when I touch here?

*De is the Norwegian polite pronoun for “you”. Du = thou = the French tu, and De = you = the French vous. These polite pronouns went out of use in the 1980’s, save for when addressing royal persons, and would be considered antiquated in 2005.

He hurries to add, "Norsk lærte jeg i... fjor sommer. Det var et nettkurs." I learned Norwegian… last year. Online class.

"Hvilket da?" Which one? Bella asks, because Charlie needs to hear about this. The doctor has beautiful, if slightly outdated, pronunciation.

The doctor’s smile turns uncertain. She gets the feeling there’s something he doesn’t want to say. "Husker ikke," I don’t remember, sier han etter en litt vel lang pause.

That’s a shame. And weird.

"De hadde hellet med Dem i dag, som ikke ble truffet av den bilen." You were lucky today, not getting hit by that car. he then says, noticeably changing the subject.

"Det var ikke hell, det var Edward," It wasn’t luck, it was Edward, she replies sharply.

The doctor definitely looks uncomfortable.

She continues, "Han krysset skolegården på et blunk, og plukket opp hele bilen. Jeg så det," He crossed the schoolyard in a moment, and picked up the whole car. I saw it,

The doctor laughs. "Om han kunne det hadde nok gymkarakteren hans vært meget bedre. Nei, frøken Swan*, jeg beklager å si at det høres ut som at De er litt omtåket. Det er helt normalt ved hjernerystelse." If he could do that, his PE grade would be a lot better. No, Miss Swan, I’m sorry to say you seem confused. That’s normal with concussions.

*Addressing a young woman as “frøken” is even more outdated than using polite pronouns.

Why does Bella get the feeling he’s lying?

She’s discharged.

We’ll jump ahead to her trip to La Push - that trip uneventful, since Jacob knows she doesn’t speak English. They stick their hands in their pockets and stare at the sea.

The next day she’s shanghaied to Port Angeles, because apparently she said “Yes” at the wrong time when talking to Jessica (Turns out Jess’s name was Jessica!) and accidentally said yes to a day trip to Port Angeles.

Like in canon she wanders away from the others, and as in canon she is nearly gang raped. And again as in canon she is saved at the last moment by Edward.

He buys her dinner, and she can’t believe her own luck- and misfortune. A date with the most handsome guy on the planet (hence the luck) and she can’t say a word to him (hence the misfortune)!

He says things to her, lends her his jacket, and really this is it for Bella, she’s peaked, life can’t get better than this.

(That’s a lie, it would be better if she spoke English.)

He’s so amazing.

She’s gotten pretty good at navigating conversations with him, so she nods and aha’s her way through.

In his car on the way home the tone takes a more serious turn.

He asks her about something, and it’s a serious question, that much she’s gathered. She answers in the confirmative.

He is silent.

Did she say anything wrong?

(Edward, on his end, just asked if she knows what he is. She said yes, so calmly, not even a trace of fear in her.)

A few days later he takes her out on a walk in the woods.

He shows her a meadow in the woods, and when he steps into it he lights up in the sunlight.

Bella is in shock.

She knew there was something different about him, but- holy cow. This guy isn’t human.

Is she dating a god?

She stumbles into the clearing after him, and they spend a day together where he says things, and she can barely hear any of it (nevermind understand it) because she’s so distracted by how pretty he is.

The next day he takes her to a house in the middle of nowhere. She doesn’t want to guess that this can be where he lives. Surely gods don’t live in houses?

He shows her inside the house, and introduces her for Dr. Cullen and a lady with a name she doesn’t catch.

Bit weird that these two are acting like a couple of parents, they’re far too young and divine for that.

Edward shows her around in an old-fashioned office, and she doesn’t know what to make of i when she sees a painting of Carlisle. Edward launches into a long story when he sees her watching it, unfortunately she doesn’t catch any dates or artist names. At one point she heard the word “suicide”, though, and that’s not good.

She doesn’t get much out of the story.

The baseball game doesn’t happen because Bella didn’t pick up on what Edward wanted and didn’t realize she was being invited to a thing. They spend the afternoon watching a movie instead.

The relationship continues, impeded slightly by communication problems, but she’s mostly able to cover those up.

Until her birthday comes around.

She gets a papercut.

Jasper lunges at her. Edward throws her into a glass table, and then everyone is leaving.

Carlisle is kind enough to switch to Norwegian when he’s stitching up her arm, perhaps remembering the last time she was his patient. "Jasper har ikke vært på dietten vår så veldig lenge." Jasper hasn’t been on our diet for very long.

"Diett?"she asks. She’s never seen Edward eat anything. She wasn’t clear on what the Cullens ate, honestly she thought they were above such things. She was thinking maybe photosynthesis. The knowledge that they apparently eat food astounds her, but diets?

"Dyreblod istedenfor menneskeblod," Animal blood in stead of human blood, Carlisle clarifies.

Whachasay?

Carlisle gives a slight smile. “Jaspers liv som vampyr fikk en brutal start." Jasper’s life as a vampire got off to a brutal start.

...

Vampire?!

Bella’s missed something here.

Oh dear lord, oh fy faen, she has missed something.

“Åja”, uh huh, is all she can say, and suddenly she’s very aware of the fact that she’s sitting there with a bleeding arm.

And Carlisle.

Who is a vampire.

Over the course of the following conversation Bella makes a host of discoveries.

Edward has been a vampire this whole time, and he’s a telepathic vampire. Whether Bella should be a vampire too or not has been a matter of hot debate, but due to religious reasons Edward doesn’t want that.

Carlisle also brings up how Edward died of the Spanish flu.

"Jeg var under den oppfatning at Edward fortalte deg bakhistorien min?" I was under the impression Edward told you my back story? Carlisle asks at one point, and Bella just has to ask very nicely if he’d be so kind as to repeat it.

Turns out the guy is nearly four hundred years old.

Jaha.

Jahahaha jaa ha.

That’s… a lot.

She wanders out of the house in shock, and hardly notices Edward’s strange behavior over the next couple of days.

One day he picks her up at school, and takes her behind the house.

That works out.

He’s a vampire, but he never hurt her. He is endlessly beautiful, perhaps easier to love now that she knows he’s not a god. He’s her Edward, and that’s suddenly easier now that she knows.

They can still be together.

But now that she knows this about him, it’s about time he knows something about her as well.

It’s time to finally be honest with him.

So when he opens his mouth, she opens her mouth as well, but she doesn’t get any further than to “Edward-” before he launches into a monologue.

She’ll have to wait until he’s done before saying her piece. It’s a bit embarrassing, but it doesn’t seem like he intends to stop talking anyway.

And what he’s saying seems to be serious, so it’s probably best to let him finish.

Edward concludes his monologue by kissing her forehead. Then he disappears.

Where did he go?

A big unsure, Bella goes back to the house. She’ll just have to wait until he gets back.

She doesn’t know what to think when Charlie returns from work and tells her the Cullens have all left.

Oh, god.

Edward must have found out she doesn’t speak English.

She made a mockery of him.

He has every right to leave.

Knowing this doesn’t make it any easier to live with.

Bella sinks into a depression.

The hallucinations begin, as in canon, though Hallusinward speaks Norwegian. Thank god for small mercies.

The friendship with Jacob (dictionary in hand) blooms, as someone has to help her see those hallucinations.

The cliff diving happens, and Alice shows up. Bella’s not sure what this is about, but she has gotten good enough at English to know that something bad happened, and Alice wants them to do something.

She’s a bit surprised to find herself on a plane to Italy, though.

Alice tells her to “Run to Edward” and ok, she got that, actually.

So she saves Edward.

After that she’s taken into the sewer, which turns out to house dozens of vampires.

Bella, Edward, and Alice are received in some kind of hall, where an unusual vampire has quite a bit to say. She understands some of what he’s saying, at least the part about “la tua cantante”. She knows a bit about Italian, see, so she knows that he’s talking about a song now.

She wishes she knew the context.

At one point he takes her hand, and appears fascinated by it. She wonders if he’s a palmreader. Not very vampirey, but what does she know.

He asks her a question.

"Yes," she says.

Saying yes has gotten her this far, after all.

But when he lights up and claps his hands together, and Edward and Alice stare at her in shock and betrayal, she knows she must have said the wrong thing.

The two are dismissed from the room before Bella can do or say anything, she’s just listening to Edward make a racket outside in the hallway.

Not good.

The unusual vampire brings her further down in his sewer palace to a basement, and she is given comfortable clothes to wear.

This is getting terrifying.

The vampire leans towards her - and she chickens out.

"Jeg snakker ikke engelsk!" she squeaks. "Non habla ingles!" I don’t speak English.

Han stanser, og ser forvirret ut. "Que- Hva behager*?" I beg your pardon? spør han etter et øyeblikk.

*A very formal, and slightly outdated (you can use it, but people will think you’re putting on airs. And they will be right) way of saying “excuse me?”

Sobbing, Bella tells him the whole story, from how she didn’t want to be the weird kid in school to how she’s now somehow in Italy without knowing why nor what she just agreed to.

When she’s done the vampire starts laughing.

"Dette forklarer jo en hel del," This explains quite a bit, ler han. "Men, kjære Bella, jeg er redd det ikke endrer noe." But, my dear Bella, I’m afraid it changes nothing.

He tells her that she has agreed to serve him and his army of undead warriors into eternity.

Well fuck.

"Du skal få slippe det, når du ikke visste hva du samtykket til - men skjebnen din forblir den samme. Loven er loven." You’re released from that promise, as you didn’t know what you agreed to - but your fate remains the same. The law is the law.

After a moment of silence, during which she looks terrified, he hurries to add, "Vi har en lov. Du må bli en av oss." We have a law. You must become one of us.

A law that Bella Swan has to become a vampire?

People are finally speaking Norwegian, and Bella is still lost. And it’s too embarrassing to keep pestering this poor, polite man with questions.

So she nods.

He gives her a glittering smile, and bites her.

When she wakes, Aro offers her an English course. A language course that, naturally, leads to her staying in Volterra. Why not learn a few more languages while we’re at it, dearest Bella?

Some time later Edward breaks into Volterra to save his Rapunzel, only to barely recognize her now that she’s a vampire who says things. Lots of things, she talks all the time now. WHAT DID ARO DO TO HER.

Too mortified to admit that she never spoke English, Bella claims she’s been brainwashed.

Aro is having too much fun to correct her, and the whole sad affair sets off a regrettable flood of rumors.

[sturchling]

Peaks out of a bush holding a sign asking for forgiveness.

Not in no hurry just add it to the list. Can I get a maribat. With Alya salt where she applys to a contest to win an interview with Lois Lane or Clark Kent. She doesn't tell anyone as she doesn't want to use Lila connections.

Use whatever lie you want to.

Meanwhile Marinette enters a contest sponsed by Daina prince Aka wonder woman.

Alya is told the reason she doesn't win and is disclfied is cause she not only did fact check a lot of what she put is can and will get her sued.

Alya was practically buzzing with excitement. She had entered a journalism contest and the prize was incredible. The first place winner would have their article published in the Daily Planet and win an interview with Clark Kent and Lois Lane, two of the top reporters in the world. Said two reporters were going to judge the entries and would also notify the contestants if they won or lost. Alya was sure she would win. She had submitted a new article, all about Lila's adventures in Gotham, how she was very close with the Wayne family, had helped with several major Wayne Enterprises projects, and how she had even helped Batman and the rest of the Batfam several times. At first, she had wanted to ask Lila for help, to make sure that she got everything right. But she didn't want to bother her friend, and she also didn't want Lila to use her connections to help Alya win. After all, Lila was very close with both Clark Kent and Lois Lane, and was going to help Alya get an internship with them at the Daily Planet. She couldn't ask Lila for more help. Alya was very proud of her work, and was positive that she would receive good news soon.

Meanwhile, Marinette had entered a contest of her own. Themyscira Industries, the public face of Wonder Woman that handles all her merchandising, had announced a contest. Wonder Woman was going to change her super suit design, and had decided that she wanted the public's input. Obviously her suit wouldn't be an exact copy of the design, they would change what they had to for practical reasons. Superhero suits have to be functional as well as fashionable after all. The winner of the contest would not only have their design as Wonder Woman's new suit, but would also get a private meeting with the Amazon herself.

Marinette jumped right in when she heard about the contest, thinking it would a fun chance to be creative and design something she wouldn't normally. And, if she won the meeting with Wonder Woman, she could get help with defeating Hawkmoth. The Parisian government had kept the whole situation a secret as best they could, so as not to effect tourism. This means, no one outside of Paris, including the Justice League, knew what was happening. If she got the meeting, she would reveal her identity to Wonder Woman. She was sure it would be fine, since Wonder Woman's mother Hippolyta was a Ladybug as well. Then with identities revealed, she would ask Wonder Woman for help tracking down Hawkmoth. It wasn't the greatest plan, but it was all she had.

With that in mind, Marinette quickly got to work. She took inspiration from suits Wonder Woman had worn over the years, and made sure that her design was also protective. Her time as Ladybug had made her appreciate a protective suit. When she finished her design, she submitted her entry and anxiously waited for the results.

Weeks went by, and both Alya and Marinette got the results of the contest. But only one girl was happy. Marinette received an email saying that she had won the contest and that her design would be made into Wonder Woman's new suit. Wonder Woman herself had even left praise for Marinette in the email. She had said she loved the design and was thrilled to see some protective elements already included in the design, which most of the other entries hadn't considered. Marinette was practically glowing, ecstatic with how the contest turned out. Not only did she get some good experience with this design, and get her name out there more in the fashion world, she had also got the meeting with Wonder Woman. She planned her trip to meet Wonder Woman

Meanwhile, Alya was upset and furious. Not only had she not won the contest, she had been disqualified. She couldn't believe it! She put everything into that article. At the bottom of the email that brought the bad news was a phone number for Clark Kent, who had sent the rejection email. Alya immediately grabbed her phone and called the number, determined to know what had happened and why she had been disqualified. As soon as Clark answered the phone, Alya started yelling, forgetting who she was talking to. She demanded to know why she was disqualified and what was wrong with her article. "Miss Cesaire, while you are very talented with writing, there is a major problem with your article. You did not fact check a single thing in that article, which was made up of entirely false statements. There is no record of this Lila Rossi being involved with the Wayne Family, Wayne Enterprises, or Batman. If we had published your article in our paper, not only would you have been sued, but we could have been as well. If you want to be a reporter as a career, I highly suggest you start fact checking all of your stories from now on. This kind of writing will absolutely get you sued and no one will want to hire a reporter with a history of publishing lies and getting sued. I wish you all the best with your future, and hope you can learn from this. Have a good day."

Alya was stunned. How could that be what got her disqualified? She had her source. How much better could you get than a first person account of what happened? Sure, she could have included some extra sources to prove everything, but primary sources are always best! Alya was determined to prove them wrong and show that her article was correct. Maybe if she got enough sources to prove her article, they would reconsider the contest. Maybe she could still win this. With that, Alya took to the internet, using all her sources and researching skills. But the more she dug into Lila's story, the more confused she became. She couldn't find any other sources that even mentioned Lila being in Gotham, let alone doing all the incredible things she had claimed to do there. On a hunch, she looked into Lila's other stories. Her stories about Jagged, Clara, Prince Ali, and many other celebrities. Alya couldn't find any proof. As far as she could tell, Lila had been lying this entire time. Alya was furious all over again, but this time at both Lila and herself. Obviously she was furious at Lila for lying to her. But, she was also angry at herself, for believing in her lies. So, Alya sat at her computer one more time tonight, and got ready to write another article.

Alya spent all night working on her new article. This one revealed everything Lila had ever lied about. All the disabilities, all the celebrity connections, and even where she had really been when she was 'on a charity trip to Achu', which she learned about when she called Mrs. Rossi to tell her what her daughter had been doing. And this time, she made sure gather all her sources and fact check everything. When she was sure about everything she had written, she published the story to the Ladyblog, with an apology for every post she had made about Lila's lies. She also took down all the articles about Lila's lies. She ended up emailing a link to her new article to Clark Kent, with an apology for her behavior when she called. Obviously, this didn't do anything in terms of the contest, but it made Alya feel better that one of her favorite reporters had seen a better article of hers.

While she didn't win the contest, when she got another email from Clark Kent saying that this article was much better, she was over the moon. He even told her about a new internship program that was starting that summer, and if she worked hard until then and kept writing and fact checking like this, he would seriously consider her for an intern position. Alya may have made a major mistake with the article she submitted to the contest, but Clark understood it was a mistake and she was trying to learn from it. Everyone deserves a second chance. Alya was thrilled and determined to work hard for that internship.

On Monday, Alya made sure to apologize to Marinette for not believing her about Lila. The two made up and started to patch up their friendship. Lila's kingdom of lies had been completely destroyed during all of this. The whole class knew she was a liar. The school knew about the lies too and expelled her for the truancy and fake disabilities. And her mother was furious when she found out and shipped Lila back to Italy, to live with her grand parents who could keep a close eye on her until Mrs. Rossi could be transferred back to Italy.

Now, Alya was sitting at her computer, getting ready to submit her application to the internship program that Clark Kent had told her about. While that contest all those months ago hadn't gone as planned, Alya was happy with what happened. If she hadn't submitted that article and got disqualified, she may never have looked into Lila's stories until it was too late. She could have ended up being sued or never made it as a reporter. And she might never have made up with Marinette. Now Marinette and her were friends again, and she had an amazing opportunity with this internship program, and it was because of her hard work.

[sweetyyhippyy]

Alone at Last. Spencer Reid x Female Reader. Part 2.

(Not my gif)

Summary: A few months after *part 1*. Spencer and his wife take advantage of an empty house while the kids are at school. 

TW: Mentions of taking a pregnancy test. Sex with the possibility of getting caught. Oral sex (female receiving). Fingering. Calling Spencer “sir”. Almost getting caught during sex. Mirror sex. Hair pulling. Dirty talk. Praising. Breeding. Creampie.

Word Count: 2.6k

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 She picked up the white stick from the counter, frowning at the word “NEGATIVE” that was displayed on the screen.

With a heavy sigh she threw the plastic stick away in the trash, washing her hands and going out to start her morning. Her kids still had at least 45 more minutes before they had to get up which was long enough to get their breakfast cooking.

Spencer was away on a case out of state, which meant that getting both of the kids up, fed, and to school was all up to her.

As she went down the stairs she could hear shuffling going on in the kitchen and the smell of fresh brewing coffee. She peeked around the corner hesitant at first, until she recognized the back of her husband’s head.

“You’re home!” She cheers quietly, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him from behind.

“I wanted to surprise you and the kids. I got in about an hour ago.” He quickly turns around and takes his wife’s face in his hands, kissing her softly. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” She responds, resting her head against his chest. “I um… took a test this morning.” She starts.

“Yeah?”

She looks up at Spencer and bites her bottom lip, looking displeased.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry.” Spencer says, rubbing her lower back in comfort.

“It’s been months that we’ve been trying. We didn’t have this much trouble getting pregnant with Jason and Valerie.”

“Well, with them we were younger.”

“Are you saying I’m old?” She asks, not being able to contain the laugh that was on her face.

Spencer’s eyes widen, realizing his mistake right away. “No! No! No, I’m just saying that you just turned 33 so it’s going to be harder to get pregnant. We were both in our early 20s when we had Jason.”

She sighs and nods her head. “I know. I just… I want a baby now.”

Spencer kisses her forehead and brings her in for another hug. “We’ll have another, sweetheart. But in the meantime, we get to make the baby and I know you enjoy doing that.” He whispers.

“Spencer Reid, it is 5:30 in the morning are you really trying to do this now?”

“I am.” He backs his wife against the counter and lifts her up, making her sit against the countertop.

“Spencer! We eat and cook on this counter!”

“And I’m about to eat too.”

She can’t help but laugh, covering her face with her hands and Spencer wastes no time with pulling her shorts down her hips and instantly licking a long stripe up her pussy. “Fuck!” She moans quietly, her fingers intertwining his hair. “I-I know you like doing that, and-fuck- I love when you eat me out too.” She gets lost in her train of thought as Spencer flicks his tongue back and forth against her clit, making her whole body go weak. “Oh my god!” She whisper yells. “We don’t have time for this if you’re going to fuck me.”

Spencer gives a few more licks before coming up and meeting her face to face.

“Come here.” She says, kissing his lips harshly.

Spencer took advantage of the fact his wife’s legs were open, taking his fingers and slicking his fingers up and down her folds, touching the wetness and slipping his fingers in.

“Spencer!” She whines, her head falling back.

Spencer kisses her neck, lightly nipping at the skin, making her yelp a little too loudly.

She covers her mouth with her hand, stifling a laugh.

“Shhh, so loud.” Spencer teases, a smile on his face.

“We have maybe 20 more minutes before the kids need to be up. We need to hurry this along.”

“Oh, so romantic baby.” Spencer says with sarcasm laced in his voice.

She hops off the counter and turns her back to him, bending over the counter. “I’m all about the romance.” She smirks, letting her shorts fall down around her ankles.

Spencer quickly fishes his cock from the zipper, stroking himself a few times before guiding himself in, a throaty groan coming from him. “Fuck baby, so wet.”

“You know you can just look at me and I get wet.” She whispers, clinging onto a clean dishrag on the counter.

Spencer kept a nice steady pace as he gripped both sides of her hips, railing into her. “You take me so well, baby.”

His wife hums in response, letting out a string of broken sobs, careful not to moan too loudly. “Baby, harder and please! I need more.”

Spencer gives her ass one harsh slap, making her yelp again. “You think you can take my cock going harder into you?” He asks, grabbing the ponytail that was going down her back and yanks it back.

“Yes sir! Yes I can take it!”

Spencer fucks into her harder, holding both of her shoulders for balance. “Sir? That’s the route you wanna go, darling?”

Just as she’s about to answer they hear a door open from upstairs followed by footsteps.

“Shit! No!” She cusses as Spencer reluctantly pulls out and helps his wife pick her shorts up and fixes them for her.

Spencer turns around to situate himself, trying to hide the evidence of what they were just doing.

She grabs the disinfectant spray and a paper towel, wiping the counter off as their son makes his way down the stairs. “Hi sweetheart.” She calls out to him.

He continues to rub the sleep out of his eyes until he sees his dad. “Dad! You’re home!” He runs to him, Spencer embracing him for a hug.

“Hey buddy.” Spencer says, holding his first born.

“Is your sister awake?” She asks Jason.

“I don’t know. I had to wake up because I heard sounds and didn’t know what it was. And then I had to go to the bathroom.”

Spencer and his wife make eye contact, his wife trying to hide the smile on her face.

“I’m going to go upstairs and wake her.”

“I’ll start on some eggs and pancakes for you guys, what do you think bud?”

She watches as Jason looks up at Spencer and nods his head, hearing him ask if he could help which made her heart feel full.

As she climbs upstairs she can feel the dull aching between her legs, something the both of them were going to have to take care of once the kids were at school.

***

“But mommy, daddy’s home! Why can’t we stay home?” Valerie asks from the back seat.

“Because you guys have to go to school. Daddy will be home when school is done.”

“But we missed him!”

“Honey, I know. I missed him too, but you guys have school, and I have work so I can’t hang out with daddy either.”

A slight lie. She did have work, but the kids didn’t need to know she took a “sick” day.

She looks back in the rear view mirror, both of her kids with a matching pout on their faces, ones that also matched Spencer’s pout. “Listen, if we go to school today, and you guys have a good day, maybe I’ll bust you guys out early on Friday and we can all go somewhere fun for the weekend. Does that sound like a plan?”

“Where are we going to go?” Jason asks.

“I don’t know, we can all talk about it as a family if you guys have a good day at school today. Can we do that?”

“Okay mommy!” Valerie says loudly, a smile on her face.

“Okay.” Jason says with not as much enthusiasm as his sister.

She pulls up to the parent drop off line at school, hearing both of the kids undoing their seat belts and gathering their stuff up. “Have a good day babies, I love you.”

Both kids give her a kiss on the cheek before scooting out the car door and walking hand and hand with each other to the school.

***

She makes her way up to their bedroom, ready to pick up where she and Spencer left off this morning, only to find him fast asleep under the sheets, soft little snores filling the room. She can’t help but smile at how adorable he looked hugging one of her pillows into his chest. Slowly she closes the door and goes back downstairs to clean the mess from breakfast and start some of Spencer’s laundry from his go bag.

After a few hours of cleaning up the kitchen and catching up on some laundry, she was beyond ready for a shower. She heads upstairs, quietly gathering new clothes while Spencer slept.

When she steps out of the shower she spots Spencer leaning against the sink, making her slightly jump. “You scared me.” She says, grabbing the towel and drying herself off.

“Come here.” He says, motioning her over with his hands.

She cocks her eyebrow at him and walks over to him, the towel pressed against the bottom of her face as she tries to dry it off.

“I need you.” He says, pressing her against himself.

“Yeah? Are we going to pick up where we left off this morning?” She asks, wrapping both of her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

His body buzzed at the feeling of how wet and warm her body was against his. “Do you remember where we left off?”

“You’re the one with an eidetic memory. Why don’t you tell me? Or better yet, show me where we were… sir.” She smirks.

Spencer turns her around, her back facing him while facing the mirror. “You want me to show you, baby?” He whispers in her ear, his fingers dipping in between her legs.

“Fuck!” She moans, gripping his forearm.

“Look at that, just out of the shower and you’re already wet for me.” He growls, nipping at her neck. His fingers quickly rub at her clit, feeling how hard he was getting as he heard her moaning and felt her ass pressed against his crotch.

“Spencer, fuck me please. Please baby, please.” She was desperate to feel him inside her again after this morning.

“Yeah, baby.” He groans, taking his sweatpants off to his ankles and sliding himself in painfully slow.

Both of them moan as he doesn’t miss a beat with thrusting into her in a good steady rhythm.

“Fuck that’s so good sir.” She says, looking back at him in the mirror.

Spencer takes a fistful of her hair and holds her head up, forcing her to look back at herself. “Look at you. You like looking at me fuck you? You like that, baby?” He grunts out, giving her ass a smack.

“Yes! Yes I love it! I fucking love it!” She moans back, holding the counter of the sink so she didn’t fall over. She loved watching Spencer look at her through the mirror and seeing how his mouth fell open while he railed into her, hunger in his eyes.

Spencer pulls back, turning his wife around and taking her face in his hands and kissing her harshly.

She wraps her arms around his neck while he lifts her up to sit on the counter, pulling back from the kiss. She opens her legs and smiles as  Spencer slides back in and instantly begins snapping his hips back and forth. Her own hips meet his thrusts, making her whimper as her bottoms her out. “Keep going sir!”

“Yeah baby. You’re doing such a good job taking my fucking cock baby. Such a good girl.” He says into her mouth, kissing her again. “Come here.” Spencer pulls her off the counter and brings her over to the edge of the tub, sitting on it.

She climbs onto his lap, sliding onto his cock with a pathetic whimper. She rests her forehead on his as she begins to grind herself against him, biting her lip.

Spencer grabs onto her ass and helps her fuck herself on him. He stares into her eyes, seeing her slowly fall apart on top of him. He pulls her damp hair back from her face, holding it at the back of her head. “That’s my girl. Yeah, you like fucking me don’t you?

“Yes!” She breathes out heavily. “Yes I fucking love it! Fuck you’re so deep in me sir.”

“That way I can cum deep inside you and put a baby in you. You want my baby inside you?”

“Yes I want you to give me a baby!” She almost yells, her voice echoing through the room.

Spencer kisses her lips, letting her hair go and letting it flow down her back. “You’re going to cum, aren’t you little one? You’re going to cum for me?”

She nods her head and bites her bottom lip again.

“Up. Let me fuck you.”

She stands up and sits back on the counter, massaging her clit as Spencer slides back into her.

His fingers replace hers and continues the circles. “Does that feel good? Do you like that?” He asks.

“Mmhmm! Don’t stop, please!”

“I’m not going to stop, sweetheart. I love seeing you fall apart all because I’m touching you.” He whispers, thrusting and massaging her.

She puts her hand on the back of Spencer’s neck and pulls his head closer to hers, kissing him deeply as her body begins to tingle.

It doesn’t take much more for her to fall apart against his cock and fingers, moans getting trapped between their lips.

Spencer pulls back, letting her moans fill the room while he still massages her. “I know baby, I know that felt so good.”

Between her clenching around his cock and hearing  her desperate and broken moans, Spencer could feel himself start to lose his composure. He swipes his thumb across her bottom lip as he touches her face lovingly. His hands didn’t leave his wife’s boobs as they bounced in his line of sight. “I’m going to cum, sweetheart.” He groans, sitting his eyes tight.

“Yeah baby. Cum inside me! Fill me up and make me feel good.” She coos.

He manages 2 more thrusts before shooting ropes inside his wife before stalling his movements. Deep throaty moans and grunts coming from him as he calms down.

She holds his body against hers, kissing his shoulder. “That was so good.” She half laughs.

Spencer pulls out slowly, kissing her lips as he does. “Come lay with me in bed.” Spencer says, helping her off the counter and taking her to their bed.

She cuddles into his side, nuzzling her head into his neck. “I love you Spence.”

“I love you too baby.” He responds, kissing her head. “Are you okay?”

“Mmhmm. Perfect.”

“Not too rough?”

She laughs and kisses his cheek. “Baby no. Just because we have kids doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy rough sex. Do you remember how we used to go at it before we had kids? It’s amazing how we didn’t have kids sooner.”

Spencer laughs. “Yeah we would probably have a whole sports team worth of kids at this point.”

“Can we take a nap?” She asks.

“Of course. And I’ll pick the kids up from school so that you don’t have to get out of bed.”

She grabs the bed sheets and covers both of them up, nuzzling closer to him. “I have such a good husband and father of my kids.”

Spencer puts his arm around her and rubs her shoulder until he hears her softly snoring next to him.

9 months later, Spencer would have two new babies to take care of alongside his wife: identical twin baby girls. Their house now up to 6.

[thegirlinnacrenecity]

Lit!

Well it's always been my mom, my two brothers, and myself. The rest of my family actually all live in Driftveil but I've never been, they always came to us for visits, I've mentioned my uncle a few times and both him and his wife(my aunt) actually do work in chargestone cave, my grandma lives with them too! She is uh, more on the religious side so I don't really talk to her..

Anyway! Main family!

Dad-N/A

Mom-She never stayed in one place growing up so I don't exactly know where she was born, never really asked though either, but she had us all in Virbank! When my brothers and I were toddlers/a baby she worked at the pokemon gym that also operated as a underground club, as a waitress. As we got bigger though she needed more money so she went back to school for a bit so she could get work as a nurse, and she is still a nurse to this day, she never went on a journey but she does have two pokemon which is a Luxray named Boots and an Audino named Izzy. In recent years her and me haven't gotten along in the most polite way to put it, but in certain moments when things FEEL normal we have a small chit-chat over video call.

Brother David- I'm the oldest but David is right behind me with being only 13 months apart, even when Kaden was born it was always just me and David when it came to daycare and school. I was a hyperactive kid but he leveled me out being a lot more calmer, turns out he was a real smart kid too because when we got a bit older he had top grades and became real popular with our peers in our grade. Then the time for our journeys came along and while I already had Smokey and Goldie, he only took the gift our uncle gave us(another sinnoh starter) which was a piplup at the time, he didn't give it a name..I didn't see him for a long time after that, we called each other during both our journeys(you guys already know mine didn't last long) but I didn't see him PHYSICALLY again until my 18th birthday because his was going to be next month. He looked a lot different and he carried himself differently, he became quiet, aloof, and had an intimidating aura. We challenged each other to a battle for old times sake it didn't..FEEL like a battle though, he completely stomped me out with his team(Empoleon, Lucario, Magmortar, Electivire, and Mandibuzz) and it..it hurt. There was no letting up, no spoken words on his side, he just let his pokemon do as they pleased each round and it's always a painful memory to remember how Lady got tossed right into the side of a tree, I got into a big screaming match with him afterwards that kinda ruined the whole party and it just..it made me feel like I lost him as a brother. He stuck around for his birthday, left again, and didn't come back until his 21st birthday. We didn't really exchange words and his final pokemon on the team was Druddigon, haven't seen or spoken to him since.

Kaden-my best friend and youngest brother! He is 20 years old and kinda lives his life how he wants, just like me he went on his journey but stopped short because he didn't feel like it was for him, he stopped at Nimbasa where he met some of his now really good friends. They go traveling all over the world just having fun, I have my own gripes about it but in the end it's his life. ANYWAY he's been there for me since he was a kid, he was excited to see my brother and I off for our adventures and was still there for me when I came back home kinda depressed over the fact I gave up, I did the same thing for him when he went off with Oshawott. He updated me on his wins, losses, the pokemon he caught, he even has a shiny like me! His team consists of Samurott, Leavanny, shiny Azumarill, Simisear, Amaura, and Aipom(the last two from his visits to Kalos and Hoenn) he's grown up to be a thrill loving, clever, and down to earth person who still manages to annoy me to the point of a busting a blood vessel..he's my favorite person.

This is probably A LOT more than what you were asking for, but you did say overview/summaries so I gave all I could without going over the top! Plus this got me out of giving Kaden an explanation about my stitches :D

Ah family, always willing to scare the shit out of you for all the giggles-

...and just being a little shit-

Anyway! His name is Kaden, and if any of y'all are curious about him or my family, go ahead and ask us anything!