#babies to preschoolers to young teens??? WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU

[jangmi-latte]

as an advocate for the prosperity and welfare of children, this hurts me so bad. it's like i'm being gutted so deeply. it hurts to learn and just watch what's currently going on in the world and not being able to provide assistance from seas and lands away. we need to stand for humanitarian aid. this is not about politics anymore. genocide was never a solution nor an answer. it's just ruthlessness and inhumane. educate yourselves and let everyone hear about the palestinians. you can take a break from social media if it gets overwhelming but for the love of everything above DO NOT IGNORE THEIR SITUATION. from the rivers to the sea, palestine will be free. THEY WILL SURVIVE.

[jezabatlovesbats]

Athena P’s birthday is on May 4th, so I wanted to do something really nice for her! You can find her here as @what-is-my-aesthetic.

My first exposure to Athena’s channel was her Lore video for Sofia the First back in June of 2023, hence why I included the makeup design of Sofia’s amulet. I used to watch Sofia the First, so I was really intrigued by her deep dive into it. After watching the entire Lore series, her book reports, the Ranking Things series (I’m looking forward to the video on Ranking Cartoon Moms), her Lore Lites and much more, I’m proud to call myself a Butt Lover!

I’d like to give a big thank you to Athena for helping me feel more comfortable being an adult who watches “kids’ shows.” I often feel really self-conscious about the things I’m interested in. Back when I was 9 to 10, I used to watch Sprout (Astroblast was my favorite show from it), a channel aimed at preschoolers. But, as a teen, I often felt like I was going to be made fun of for my obsession with Unikitty, which was outside my demographic for being aimed at 6 to 11-year-olds. Was I really too old? Was I going to get called a baby? Were people going to say I needed to grow up? Did I need to cringe at things considered childish and stupid to fit in?

Well, who cares what people say? If I enjoy shows aimed at kids as a 19-year old, then I do. If I want to revisit shows I loved as a young kid, then I can. It makes me happy, and I don’t have to feel ashamed. So, thanks to Athena and her videos for helping me feel better about what I enjoy. I still love Unikitty with all my heart and soul, and I’d love to revisit some early childhood classics like Backyardigans this summer! Who’s gonna stop me?

Check out her channel if you’d like to. It’s entertaining, chaotic in the best way, and hilarious. I’m glad that I could join her Discord server, too.

Happy, happy birthday, Athena!!!

[loorain]

Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - The Twins' Final Toddler Days

The Legacy House is in full preparation for a double birthday party! With the twins aging up in two days, the house is buzzing with prep and other things.

Sabrina has been hard at work as usual maintaining the restaurant, and things have been going quite well. The days following the wedding have been hectic so they haven't spoken to Beau or Marquise lately, but with Juno's birthday coming up next week that'll surely change.

Sigrid has been soaking up these final toddler days with the twins, taking extra time to read them bedtime stories, play with them, and otherwise love them up. It's a bittersweet moment, knowing that her little girls will soon not be so little anymore, but she's also happy to witness them grow more into themselves and looks forward to the freedoms having older kids will allow her.

Sigrid and Robin have stuck to their promise to be workout buddies again, which is really boosting Sigrid's mood and increasing her self-confidence. She knows her body will continue to change with time and age, but she feels good knowing she's doing what she can to keep herself healthy both physically and mentally.

Sigrid's also managed to squeeze in some leisure time while the twins are at preschool, giving her mood an extra boost. Hey, work hard, play harder!

Scarlett has been taking a little extra time to do things with Sabrina as well. Sabrina and Scarlett's main form of bonding, when Sabrina was younger, was athletic activities like soccer. While they still like to squeeze in the occasional run, their choice in bonding has changed more to food, experimenting with flavors and textures to play around with new dishes for the restaurant. While Sabrina is the one with a culinary degree, their mother is also talented in the kitchen, so this has been especially fun.

Scarlett's new career has also been a fun new challenge for her, and she's gotten back to her passion for music when she has time. In the process, Scarlett's time dealing with her midlife crisis has come to an end. Her life has not been an easy one, losing her mother young, her father in her teen years, supporting her little sister Kira through her journey of teenage motherhood, and then eventually supporting the family she left behind with her sudden death. Still, she did what she could with her life, achieving many great things. She's already had two successful careers, raised a child of her own, mastered many skills, and so much more. She has become a jack-of-all-trades and successful sim despite all her hardships and obstacles, from her ADHD struggles to single-parenthood.

Before anyone notices, it's the night before the twins' birthday party, and hence their last night as toddlers. It's an emotional evening for everyone, but especially their parents.

Sigrid: Ah... it's finally here, huh? The twins' birthday.

Robin: I know. Hard to believe. Bittersweet, yeah?

Sigrid: Yeah. Funny how you can't wait for each phase to happen, yet mourn the end of the current one so deeply.

Robin: What's been your favorite phase so far?

Sigrid: I loved it when they were just little babies. Learning new skills, the beginnings of their personalities starting to form... and man, they were the cutest little things in the world.

Robin: They were. Though I have to say, I think I liked the toddler stage just a little bit more.

Sigrid: Really?

Robin: I think it's because now, they're really forming their true personalities. You can see the good and bad more clearly, and it's given me a lot to think about when understanding who they are as sims.

Sigrid: I suppose you're right...

Robin: But you still miss them as babies.

Sigrid chuckles.

Sigrid: Yeah. I do.

Robin: I understand. It's time we'll never get back.

Sigrid: Feels like time is just always on fast-forward. I want things to slow down. Better yet, can it just rewind?

Robin: Life's not that kind to us. We just have to keep moving on wherever it takes us.

Sigrid: Yeah, I know... And I've been thinking... I don't feel like our family is quite complete yet. I know we've talked about it in the past, but...

Robin: You want to revisit it?

Sigrid: I think it'd be good for the girls. Having another companion when they drive each other crazy or when they feel we don't understand them. Someone who can always be there.

Robin: Maybe you're right. It could teach them a lot of things. And it be another little one to love on.

Sigrid: You really think we should?

Robin: I do. So let's make it happen.

Sigrid grins.

Sigrid: Have I ever told you you're the best husband ever?

Robin chuckles, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Robin: Not since the title change. I could get used to it, though.

Sigrid: Well you better, because I'm never going to shut up about it from this day forward.

Robin smiles.

Robin: I love you, Sig.

Sigrid: I love you, too.

[scuttle-buttle]

What's One More?

WC: 3204

Rated: M

Tags: brief mentions of crime/mental illness/child abuse and neglect/substance addiction/theft, fluff, family dynamics, mentions of aging, mentions of difficult pregnancy, softness, anxiety attack

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The harsh vibrating of a phone on the nightstand breaks your slumber. Still half asleep you toss your arm back to thump against your sleeping husband's side. With a groan he answers. You try to settle back into your pillow and the warmth of the blanket. Whoever has the balls to call at this hour has another thing coming - but later because your priority is going back to sleep.

He can't have been on the call more than fifteen seconds before he sits up in bed suddenly, turning on the bedside lamp; his movements grab your attention. You roll over. The light blinds you and you rub at your eyes to adjust. You can't make out what's being said. Looking at the clock to see that it's barely 4 am you know something bad has happened. Quietly you slip out from the covers.

Making your way down the hall you peek into your daughter's room, grateful that she's still fast asleep. Her soft snores punctuate the calm. Your nerves abate knowing she’s safe. By the time you get back to the bedroom Laszlo is up and getting dressed. "What's going on?"

He doesn't answer at first. You wait until he's finished buttoning his shirt to ask again. "Sara was called to consult on a triple homicide case - she's asked for me to come down to the police station. I don't know much yet, but it's something involving a young boy and she wants me to speak with him."

“Did he…?”

“No. He was not directly involved, that much we know.”

You nod, leaning against the door frame. This wasn't the first time that Laszlo had been called in by law enforcement and social services to assist with children and teens that needed psychological help. He had become more active around the time you graduated with your doctorate. After Sophia was born Laszlo helped fund an after school program for kids that focused on support for mental health and behavioral issues. He was so passionate about being able to help these kids. But it was never at this ungodly hour. "You'll call or something when you know what's up?" you ask through a yawn.

"Of course, Bärchen." He gives you a chaste peck. Gently he guides you back towards your bed and sits you down. "Go back to sleep, there's no need to worry. I love you." With that he left.

Your sleep is fitful with him gone. You worry over things that you aren't even aware of, over who is hurt, over how severe a situation it could be to have been called in the middle of the night, over the poor boy that needs Laszlo’s help. When your daughter tiptoes into the room around 6 you welcome her into the bed with open arms.

"Why are you up, baby bug?"

"Where's Papa?" She climbs up on his side of the bed and rubs his cold pillow. On her face is a deep frown.

"He had to go help some very important people early this morning. He'll be back to see you soon, I promise."

"I miss him. He always helps me with my shoes."

You can't help the smile that crosses your face. "I know, baby. But it's still early so let's take a nap before we have to get ready, hmm?" The two of you snuggle under the covers. With her curled into your side you do find rest, even for the short time before your alarm chimes.

The day moves sluggish as you wait for word from your husband. Little work was to be done today at the museum, so there wasn't much to keep your mind off the wondering. You considered calling. You considered texting. But you knew that when the time was right he would let you know. No news is good news, you think.

Finally the day came to a close. You picked up Sophia and stopped by the store on the way home to grab supplies for dinner. She insisted that she carry one of the bags inside - little miss independent that she was. “Careful not to drop it, okay? Use those muscles of yours to hold the bag tight.”

“Mama I know, I help Papa carry all the time,” she explains matter-of-factly.

The townhouse is quiet as you begin to unpack. You do a quick glance into the dining room and parlor to no avail. "Laz, honey? You home?" A few seconds later you hear movement from the stairs.

Your husband rounds the corner into the kitchen, swooping down to scoop your daughter into his left arm, peppering her face in exaggerated smooches. Her giggles light up the room from the dim atmosphere. He perches her on his hip. “How was your day my little dove?”

“So good Papa - I practiced my counting today at school. I can get the biggest in the class! Mommy said I must be the most smartest," she prattles on.

“Wunderbar!” he praises her before turning to you. “I didn't hear you come in." Laszlo kisses you.

Pinning him with a look you say "you also didn't call me today? You said you would and I've been worried all day."

Sophia crosses her arms and harrumphs from her father's hip; "me too Papa." He quirks an eyebrow at her before speaking.

"Yes… there is something I wished to speak with you on but didn't think it was suitable for the phone." You raise your own brows but continue to put away groceries. "I do not wish to discuss certain aspects of the case in present company-" he nods towards Sophia minutely "-but we do have a houseguest for the foreseeable future."

"Oh?" Your brows dip in confusion. This is not what you were expecting.

Laszlo peeks around the doorway and calls out "Stevie, would you come join us in the kitchen please."

Stevie? You don't know a Stevie...

A moment later a lanky boy with scruffy dark blond hair shuffles into the room. He can't be anymore than 15. His clothes are too big on him and his shoes are worn beyond belief; nevertheless he gives you a slight smile. “This is Stevie Taggert, he’s going to be staying here with us in the guest room for now.”

“Good evening Mrs. Kreizler,” the boy says nervously, his voice cracking.

You spare a look at your husband before turning to the teenager with a smile. “Ah, no need for that, kid. You can just call me by my name instead. And welcome to our home. You like spaghetti?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Awesome! And I’m certainly not old enough to be a ma’am,” you give him a wink. You set up a pot to boil the water for the pasta. Laszlo excused himself to spend some time with Sophia, leaving you and Stevie in the kitchen.

He clears his throat behind you. “Would um… is there anything I can do to help?”

"I would love that, thank you."

The two of you get to work on making dinner. Stevie doesn’t say too much, but he is very polite and does his best to be useful. Once the food is nearly finished your family has returned ready to eat. You send Stevie and Sophia to set the table.

“Should I be worried?” you ask Laszlo quietly, watching the doorway the two left through.

“I don’t think so. I just felt that I would rather he have a familiar face to adjust with instead of being placed in a group home like many end up.”

You study his face. “You’ve taken a liking to him haven’t you?”

“Well…" his face reddens at your question. "He reminds me a bit of myself when I was his age.” The conversation is cut short by the kids returning.

The rest of dinner and the evening goes smoothly. You make it a point to not bring up any questions that could trigger the teenager, especially before you’ve spoken with Laszlo about the situation at hand. When Stevie nearly eats his weight in pasta you say nothing, wondering how long it's been since he's had a good home cooked meal. He insists on helping clean up the dishes afterwards. Without even knowing what the boy has gone through your heart aches for him.

You set him up in the small renovated basement downstairs while Laszlo puts Sophia to bed. Handing him one of your husband’s old Harvard t-shirts to sleep in you tell him “I’m sorry you’ll be down here by yourself, but if you need us for anything don’t be afraid to come get us - no matter what time it is, okay? And if you get cold there’s an extra blanket right here for you. I know it's July but….” you shrug. “Tomorrow after I get home from work we can go to the store and get you some stuff to use, some more clothes, that kinda thing.”

“Yes ma’am.” At the teasing look you give him his ears burn red with his mumbled “right sorry.”

“Alright Stevie. We’ll see you in the morning, sleep well.”

Laszlo is in bed reading when you enter the room. Nothing is said as you ready yourself for bed. Slipping under the covers you face him. He sighs and closes his book.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call. I became caught up in the day and only arrived home with Stevie maybe half an hour before you did.” He sighs a second time. “Most of the case I cannot talk about, but what I can say is he was living with his mentally ill father, whom was also an addict. He missed the last few weeks of the school year and has been regularly stealing food to get by. He has no other family. I just… it didn’t feel right to let him process his experiences away from someone properly trained to deal with these sorts of things, in addition to how traumatic entering foster care at his age can be. I spoke with those in social services and was granted temporary custody until we find another more permanent solution.”

“Of course.”

He takes hold of your hand. “You aren’t upset with me?”

“I mean it would’ve been nice to have a bit more warning… but I get it. He can stay as long as he needs to. He’s a sweet kid,” you reassure him. “I told him that I would take him shopping after work tomorrow, so if you could pick up Soph from preschool that would be great.”

“Perhaps instead we can all go? I was thinking that I would bring him to the university with me so that he’s not alone all day. You could get her and then we could meet somewhere, get dinner afterwards?”

You lean closer to him to curl around his arm and rest your head on his shoulder. He always thought so much about others, especially children. Laszlo had such a heart of gold and it honestly left you in awe of just how much he was willing to give so that others could find peace and happiness. Like the older he got the more he had to give. The thought warms you. “How are you literally the best person I know? And to think you used to be so worried about being able to be a good father and now you’re the best of all of us.” He huffs a little as you nuzzle into his chest.

“I have you to thank for that, Bärchen.” He drops a kiss to your head. “But it’s getting late and I’ve been up all day. We should get some sleep.”

Soon after you're both dreaming.

___

Stevie had been with you for three weeks. It only took him a few days to start to settle in, and you discovered that he was quick with his wit and far smarter than he let on. He was a little bit of a sarcastic smart-ass at times, but all in good nature. He was endlessly entertaining. Laszlo sat down with him almost everyday to talk about what he was feeling, the things he experienced, and ways to deal with the loss of his family. Already you both saw improvement.

Even Sophia got on well with him. Most teenage boys wanted nothing to do with little kids, let alone a 4 year old that loved playing 'spaceship barbie'. But not Stevie. On his fifth day you'd found him sat on the floor playing with her and going along with her childlike imagination. When she insisted he play the barbie that needed saving he went along with it, high pitched voice and everything. He even encouraged her to pick up her toys before bed - a feat you and your husband struggled with at times. It struck you how much Stevie became a big brother of sorts to her.

Laszlo grew even more fond of the boy. He wasn't really one for TV, but every evening he sat and watched some show on Netflix about racing with the teen and didn't complain once. Laszlo had tried to explain the role of adrenaline in racing drivers as a psychological function, but Stevie just brushed it off and said it was the driving so fast that made it "cool".

The two did bond over an unlikely subject - punk rock. When you got home from work two weeks into his stay and heard the music blasting in the parlor you worried someone had broken in. Whipping into the room you saw Laszlo in his chair tapping his foot to the intense guitar and singing; Stevie nodded along to the music as he held an old album cover. It didn't take long for Sophia to start jumping along to the music too.

"What is this?" You yelled out over the bass - you couldn't recognize it and it clearly wasn't English.

"Die Toten Hosen, a band I listened to growing up in Germany. Stevie found the record and asked to listen."

"Listen? I think you mean blow out your eardrums!" Even with needing to shout to be heard you had to laugh at the situation. How your husband had a secret love for German punk you'll never know; yet you would never let him live it down.

And when Stevie came and woke you both up in tears three nights ago you made him hot chocolate while Laszlo sat down with him. He confessed that he had never been treated or cared for like he was in your home. How he wished he could stay because he felt wanted. Your heart broke for the boy. To be so young and so lost, craving someone to simply be there for him.

Yet everyday he grew more open. He broke out of his shell. He had goals and ambitions; he wanted to amount to something bigger than he had thought he ever could. It almost shocked you at how much fire was within him.

At how much he fit in with your little family.

At how it was like he was meant to be there.

___

Laszlo was oddly quiet when you got home. Sophia had run off to find Stevie, and you tracked your husband down to his office. He listened as you talked about your day for a good ten minutes; he said almost nothing the whole conversation.

You move closer to him. Placing the back of your hand to his forehead you check to see if he's feverish or sick. He didn't feel warm. "Laz, are you feeling okay?"

He gently pulls your hand down and leaves a kiss on your palm. "The department of social services called this morning to inquire about what we want to do with Stevie. This would be the third time they have asked."

He hadn't mentioned it to you at all that they were calling already. "Okay. What do you think we should do?" You pause for him to continue.

"I told them I would need to speak with you before any further decisions were made regarding him…" His fingers tap against the wood of his desk. "I'm not sure I have an answer for them. Nor for you." He swallows. "I'm afraid of what might become of him should he go into the system. Or that he will not get the support he needs given his past. Any option involving allowing him to stay for a bit longer is a commitment I won't make without your full support, of course. I could never ask that of you." As he speaks you can hear the frustration pouring from him, feel the irritation radiating through the room. "I refuse to give up on him- I- I just don't have the answers on what to do without them hounding me and he deserves better than this, dammit."

"He does… Do you remember on your 50th birthday, what you told me?" Laszlo looks up at you confused. "You said that you had wished you were ten years younger so you had the energy and time to do all of it again. That if you were younger we would've had a whole gaggle of kids - brothers and sisters for Sophia."

"Wishing I was younger doesn't make a difference in helping Stevie-"

"Laszlo - let's adopt him." Your words stop him in his tracks. You had decided not to have any more after your daughter was born. Laszlo was nearing 50 and the pregnancy had been hard on you. But regardless you knew that you both had the means and the love to give another child, probably five or ten more children if you really wanted to. So why not start with one that's already wormed his way in to the family? "I've seen how fond you are of him already. You've taken him under your wing as if he was your own. And how good he is with Sophia? Hell I couldn't ask for a better older sibling for her - and she loves him already. And honestly, Laz, I do too."

"You think we should adopt Stevie?"

"I think we should ask, yeah. He deserves a good home and a strong father figure that's going to put him first. He looks at you like you hung the stars, Laszlo. He needs us, and truthfully I think we need him. So yeah - what's one more added to this little shindig we've got going for us?"

"Have you-"

"-thought it through? Yes. Completely."

You can see the smile he fights to hold back. "We should call tomorrow and see what the protocol is for stating our intent to adopt and getting the paperwork."

"Um…" You shuffle your feet. Nose scrunched, you confess "I may have already called them. On the way from work I asked about what would need to be done if we wanted to pursue that route, but since they already know who we are from you working with them for years it can be fast tracked." You pull him out of his chair to stand before you. "All we have to do is say 'go'."

He has no hesitation.

"Go."

Laszlo doesn't hold back his smile or his laughter as he spins you around his office floor. You're certain your children downstairs can hear your giggles.

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[lovesanmotion]

Sunrise - Yeosang

Summary: In which the valedictorian falls from the school’s honor roll as his mind is occupied by something else 

Warning/s: Tackles themes about the catholic life, how catholic school runs and works and I’m not even sure if this a warning but I’ll give this as a heads up, exhibitionism (if you squint closely), public sex, fingering, nipple play, catholicschoolgirl!YN x catholicschoolboy!Yeosang ft admirer!San

You’ve known Yeosang ever since you were in middle school. When he was a new student, every girl in your year practically had a crush on him. And you weren’t even immune to it, but you were a +1 from the rest of the girls as you were more confident enough to go up to him and befriend him. Being fairly close to the opposite sex isn’t wrong in your eyes, especially when you only had a sole purpose of friendship in your mind - but the school administrator’s sees this as a threat of a potential relationship. And one day, they walked up to you and threatened you that if you do not back away, they’d be caling your parents. You were young and scared, there wasn’t really anything more happening between you and Yeosang, but you did back away. 

And so for the next four years, you lost the friendship contact with Yeosang. But even though you weren’t talking, you’ve heard stories how he was the top in his class, practically hogging all the medals during his middle school graduation and how his friends tease him about it. Once he entered high school, he was now in a new building different from yours. And for a year you completely saw him less. That is until, you graduated middle school and followed him to the high school department. 

And then, that’s when everything kinda went off, at least for you. You’ve heard from your upper class friends how Yeosang was no longer the top of his class, how he prefers to sleep during class discussions and now he was observed to be less enthusiastic when it comes to group works. Some say it was because his parents gave him less attention when his younger sibling was born, but others said that it was because him and all of his batch mates were all growing teens experiencing high sexual needs. You didn’t know which reason to believe, but you still managed to steer clear away from him. 

But has Yeosang ever looked this handsome? When you two were in middle school, he was the baby faced new student who was so studious and oblivious to every girl who has a crush on him. But now, he completely made a 360 - he grew taller, grew his hair longer, the muscles in his arms outlined and became more obvious through the sleeves of his uniform and he looked more etheral than before. Being around him made you feel uneasy, small and vulnerable, as if the middle school in you is falling for him again. 

One afternoon while you were hanging out with your friends at the mini garden, him and his friends group joined your company. It was...unexpected? surprising? shocking? You didn’t know why he would join on all of you, but you tried your best to break the ice and make him feel involved in the group. Through that encounter, you became close to his best friend, San. Everyday, after school you and San would talk at a chatting app for hours until one of you would fall asleep. You didn’t suspected anything at all. What was there to suspect? 

But in reality, San and Yeosang had a crush on you. San was more confident in talking to you first, virtually and non virtually. Whereas Yeosang was more of the glancing and staring at you type. When you learned Yeosang had a crush on you, you ratted out San for details, completely unaware how you were also crushing his feelings by falling for his best friend instead. And slowly, you and Yeosang were back in speaking terms until you found yourself eyes closed in a heated lip locking making out session at the old library that used to serve as a sleeping quarters for the nuns. 

“Be a good girl and don’t make a sound” He whispers in your ear as he attaches his lips on your neck, sucking and licking a patch of your skin while a hand tugs on your blouse, slipping inside and cupping your breast. A soft gasp escapes your lips, suddenly you grew conscious of your clit rubbing against the tight fabric of your skirt. A hand squeezes your ass while the other hand, brushes his fingers on your clothed clit in a teasing manner. Another soft gasp elicits your lips and Yeosang’s hand rubs your clit harder, sensing your clit throbbing. 

And all of a sudden, the doors to the old library swung open, and the small sounds of feet thumping on the floor and joyous sounds of laughter and cheers from the preschool students breaks in. Yeosang turns his head slightly to take a peak behind the wooden blinds that separates you two, seeing a class of preschool children, a nun and a teacher entered the old library to do some fun light reading. Yeosang turns his head back to look at you, his eyes mixed with seriousness and lust. “Don’t, or I’ll have to stop.” he grips on your chin as you slowly nodded your head. 

“I want to taste you” Yeosang says huskily, and you get so turned on you have to clench your thighs. The one hand that’s not inside you reaches for you your panties, slipping under your skirt. You were about to object, but you couldn’t as you felt his fingers pressing into your clit, his lips slowly spiraling down to your chest as his free hand unbuttons your blouse and unclips your bra. Lifting your bra up, he attaches his lips on your soft, delicate pink buds that hardened inside his warm mouth. It was getting hard to stay quiet, but you bit your lower lip, already tasting the rusty taste of blood inside your mouth. 

“I’ll be taking this off now” he said, pulling your panties down a little when you placed a hand on top of his. “No!” you squeeked out, shaking your head. Yeosang chuckles darkly, lifting your skirt up as he takes a look at your pink panties. “Don’t be silly, Y/N. They look cute. But it’d look cuter if they were on the floor instead” and with that, he harshly tugs on your underwear down before pocketing it. Yeosang crouches down, face level with your throbbing pussy, lifting your leg up and placing it on top of his shoulder. 

“Don’t be scared, Y/N. I’ll take good care of you.” He says, looking up at you smiling before slipping two fingers inside of you, slowly and gently they pump in and out of you until his lips presses against your folds, sticking his tongue out to take a long lick on your clit. Your body buckles as he presses his tongue even further inside of you, his fingers thrusting inside of you at the same time, letting out an inaudible gasp and moan with the burst of pleasure. He sinks his tongue even further down your slit to tease your tight walls. The sensation coursed through too much on your legs and you hear a high pitched squeal as a preschool student played dangerously near to where and Yeosang are hiding at the same time your first orgasm slams into you. 

He stops licking your clit, removing his fingers from inside of you and stands back up, a smile painted on his glistening lips. Staring at him in amazement until he leans in and kisses your lips with a devilish smile, getting a taste of yourself on his lips. He unbuckles his black pants, letting it drop down his ankles along with his boxers, your eyes gleamed at the sight of his peach colored cock that stood proudly before you. Unbuttoning his shirt off and got a glimpse of his toned body. You let out a soft moan in wonderment, stroking his smooth skin. Slowly, he circles the tip of his cock around your entrance before pushing it inside your tight entance. He slowly pumps himself in and out of you, but stops for a couple of times as his cock moves back out and then forwards again and before his entire long shaft is inside of you. Yeosang buried his face on the crook of your neck, his free hand placed on top of your mouth while the other grips tightly under your thighs. He pulls out completely and then slams his cock back into you like a jackhammer, over and over. You wince softly at the pain but moan at the pleasure. Your heart pounding inside your chest, trying to breathe between your moans, body covered in sweat and Yeosang’s saliva. 

You whimper as he slaps your ass, slightly glaring at him in case he ever forgets the fact that there are children inside the old library. “Harder, Sangie” you moan the words out in his ear. And Yeosang remains still for a second before slamming himself into you hard. Your body explodes in waves of sensation as Yeosang’s hand squeezes your throat. Moaning in misery while clinging onto his body as you shudder in relief. Yeosang pounds into you, seeking pleasure at the old middle school crush you’ve had once on him. 

He lifts his head up and stares into your teary eyes, his cheeks staining pink tint. You and Yeosang groan and grunt under your breaths with pleasure as your bodies explode in the climax. The waves of pleasure finally dying down as the two of you snuggle up to each other. Inhaling his scent, you felt a scent of security and warmth. 

While still snuggling onto each other, the preschool children began to mention a prayer in their little voices before happily going out of the room. Leaving you and Yeosang back to your own little world. 

“Did you hear those kids? We’d be having them soon too.” Yeosang laughs, bringing your body closer to his. And that’s when you realize, you both didn’t use protection. 

[radcalm]

If he didn't treat your mother right, he is not your father.

No matter he may repent and try to get on my side to team up.

Sometimes it hurts more from the defenders rather than the perpetrator of violence. You can't believe how many good people you trust would simply choose to ignore you in face of a "good man" who does bad things.

Bad husbands can not make good fathers. By showing disrespect for women in their lives they are also they don't respect their kids and harming them.

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Tw// domestic abuse

Long rambling- read at your own discretion

I've hurt more from seeing my mom hurt or be guilty or doubtfull of everything she done, even years after the aborted failed abusive marriage. I've also been beaten as an infant and a little kid but i've kept quiet to divert his attention from my mother. I was very young barely able to speak full sentences yet but i still remember dodging his blows and tantrums by hiding under furnitures while alone and thinking of how i tried my best to act normal and hide what he did around my mother because i knew it would break her. I knew people would look at my mother first with questioning looks. These thoughts formed before i could voice it out, and i was praised for being a quiet brooding infant- to a kid - to early teens - that i seemed so adultlike and pensive. It's an adult's world i should've never known at that age

Yet my existence itself was marred from the moment of birth since i was a female baby. He wanted abortion and i'm reminded of that fact seldom that i could've been killed in favour of a male baby and heir. What he is a failure no matter what i do because i'm female and will be the secondary variation of males that devalues the same achievements i do, the milestones i make. While he believes in housewives and servitude he gets onto his knees and begs for my forgiveness and that he loves me. I feel contempt at his "love" and cut him out from my life making me the stubborn heartless girl and kicking away my filial duties and virtues in a particular traditional east asian Confuscianist society. The world moves foward but male perception of women stays the same.

The father being praised and him bragging about what a good father he was. Because he was perfect from the outside, the perfect career, money and social circles, social justice work. My mother also had all of those things before was gaslit into giving all those things to provide for me. His showoff wealth actually belonged to my mother. But since women and wife, daughter is considered property to some regressive cultures, he could pass the property now as his own. The fact that a woman forshadowed him hurt his pride and he felt the need to compensate it on his masculinity. What better way than to subjugate the very women who made him feel lost and inferior?

Every now and then i'm seething with hot coal when i see my mother regretting or doubting, or feeling guilty about her divorce, and the people who judge her for not being strong enough to endure and stay. I'm proud and happy that she was strong and smart to confront the demons and made a choice to protect herself and her family. Of people who tell her there would've been warning signs, that it's her fault for not being able to fix him. Of a society that made her feel that she failed at making a feminine virtue, of making a family and maintaining it. Of the world that made the girl in pigtails cry in silent angry tears while my father was in court for an attempted murder of his little kid and that kid who vowed to become a judge to take revenge and make every sick man pay, instead of acquitting them like he was dimissed lightly. Of the murmers and words from adults who pitied but also blamed my mother and the rude kid turning against her own father. While people scrutinized us for being female or not being female enough, or not being strong enough that women dont fend for themselves, the focus was already off the actual man who did it. And they forgot. But that anger and fear as a little girl persisted and stays a part of me as a young adult.

Such first few short years of my life formed me and my anger and guilt and the things i experienced after only confirmed my female bias by people i trusted. I was terrified of all the anger i had in my heart, and i was afraid to be like my father. That we might be similar. But that's an another story for later...

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Tldr; My father and relatives were upset i was born female and beat me up as infant to preschool and my rich&working mom and the father beat up myself and went to court for attempting my murder before divorce and got uncharged because he had good reputation, which traumatized and guilted my mom, and traumatized the angry kid, that man is now lovebombing and begging me(while trashing my mother) to forgive him and some people are angry i ignore him and blame my mom for getting divorce and not enduring 🤧

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Now I don't want revenge, i just want a happy life and live to the fullest while achieving my dreams

I sincerely wish women would have a choice other than to feel their life is incomplete because they didnt find the right man. I want women to know the risks and be emotionally and structurally independent from men. Young or old or any social status we have a common danger from this male centric society and that is what we can focus on.

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

Oh oh you should do song number 2 (One of Them Girls) for the song fic?? that would be so good

Thank you for the request.. Suggestion idk what it would be but I do hope this is as good as you hoped! Also like first Charlie Fic I've written!!! Though he was actually my original choice for the Owen fic I wrote. Anyway the Songfic,

One Of Them Girls

Charlie Gillespie X Fem!Reader

Summary: You like to make them wonder if you're one of them girls 'cause he's one of them boys who'll trade his whole world, for one of them girls who likes to act all quiet sexy, not even tryin'

Warnings: none really? Mentions teen pregnancy.

Song: One Of Them Girls by Lee Brice

Are you one of them girls? That peels off the Bud-Light label

You were sitting in a booth at a bar and grill, picking at the label on your beer bottle. You were waiting for your childhood best friend, as well as one of his other friends. You looked over at the door, seeing Owen Joyner and his friend walk in. You smiled waving them over.

"Owen! I've missed you!" You said hugging him once he was near the table. "And you must be my replacement as his best friend!" You said turning to the other guy.

"I didn't replace you!"

"Or did you?" You asked laughing. "I'm y/n." You put a hand out to shake.

"Charlie." He smiled shaking your hand.

Just might run a pool table, roll your eyes if I call you an angel ain't you, one of them girls?

"What do you say? Game of pool?" You asked standing up .

"I'm down." Owen said. "Come on Charlie." Charlie up following the pair of you to the pool tables. After a while you won.

"Good job angel." Charlie said smiling. You rolled your eyes.

Ask you to dance, you say, "No" just to see how far I'll go

You walked out of the restaurant with Charlie and Owen behind you.

"Y/n come here." Charlie said pulling you by the hand to Owen's car.

"Owen help! I'm being kidnapped!" You cried out jokingly to your friend, but he just laughed. "Charlie let go of my effing hand." You said glaring at him.

"Sorry." Charlie dropped it before he pulled his phone out, then he started playing music.

"Owen... You replaced me with a dancing monkey." You whispered to Owen as Charlie tried to get you to dance with him.

"One dance. Please angel." Charlie said you huffed but gave in.

Your song comes on and your eyes closed that's when I know, yeah you got your heart on lockdown got a wall I gotta knock down

"Bye!" You gave Owen a hug, before you waved at Charlie and walked to your car.

"Is she single?" Charlie asked.

"Dude! That's my best friend." Owen said.

"It was just a question." Charlie laughed. "But is she?"

"Yeah... Good luck with that." Owen said pushing him gently before he got into the car.

Kinda wanna do a shot now, come on now and you're one of them girls that ain't tryna meet nobody

You walked into your apartment, tossing your purse down onto the floor. You walked in smiling as you heard small feet running to you.

"Mommy!" The little girl exclaimed. You smiled lifting her. Followed by the young girl was, your teenage neighbor.

"Hiya babygirl." You smiled at your daughter, before looking at the teen. "Hi hun, thank you for watching her how much do I owe you?"

"20 bucks." The girl said. You nodded grabbing the money from your wallet and handing it to her. "Bye!"

"Bye, liv say bye."

"Bye!" Your daughter waved at the girl.

You're just here for the party if I'm wrong then stop me, yeah

Owen had invited you and your daughter over to hang out. Owen was one of the few friends who stayed friends with you in high school after you got pregnant with Olive. You were in your senior year, being 18. You held the four-year-old on your hip as you let her knock on the door of Owen's apartment. You were always thankful when he invited both you and Olive over since you couldn't always leave her with a babysitter. The door was opened by Charlie, who you were almost positive didn't know about Olive.

"Whos this?" Charlie asked. You had met him the week prior, he was still in town hanging out with Owen.

"I'm Olive!"

"Hi olive I'm Charlie.

"Whatevwer where uncle Owen? Mommy said Uncle owen lives here!" Olive said pouting. You stepped into the apartment and sat the little girl down, she ran straight to Owen.

"How old is she?" Charlie asked you.

"4."

You're one of them girls that ain't handin' out your number

"Can I get your number?" A guy asked you as you were at the bar and grill with Charlie and this time Olive.

"Solid 3." Your daughter answered for you. You busted out laughing unable to control yourself, Charlie copying.

"You heard the kid get outta here." You said in between laughs. "Good job Baby girl." You high-fived her.

You like to make us want you you like to make us wonder if you're one of them girls 'cause I'm one of them boys who'll trade his whole world, hmm, yeah

In the two weeks Charlie was in Oklahoma visiting Owen, he got close with you. Which led to texting and talking over the phone after he went back to LA.

"Hey angel." Charlie said.

"Stop calling me that!" You said glaring at him through the face time call.

"I don't want to! Now where's the little princess? I want to say Hi to her!" Charlie said smiling. You smiled back.

"She's at preschool." You answered.

"Awe." He said disappointed. You couldn't help but feel happy.

For one of them girls who likes to act all quiet sexy, not even tryin'

"Why are you so quiet Angel?" Charlie asked. You shrugged.

"I don't know." You responded in truth, you were stuck thinking. You never thought about dating again after you broke up with Olive's dad when you were 18, but now being 23 and falling for the Canadian you thought about it a lot. You were almost positive he would never date you though. You had a daughter, you were a teen mom. You've known him almost a year at this point.

"Okay, so did Owen tell you Julie and the phantoms season 2 is coming out soon!" Charlie said smiling at you.

"Ooh olive will be so excited she loves seeing her Uncle Owen on tv." You said.

"What about me?"

"She'll love seeing you on tv too."

Yeah, you know I ain't lyin', damn right you one of them girls broke every heart in your hometown on the day you rode out

You leaned back in bed sighing. You wanted to tell Charlie you wanted to date him, and it seemed like a good time as him and Jeremy were coming to visit Owen, and in turn you. Jeremy hasn't met you yet, but he heard a lot about you from both Owen and Charlie. You lifted Olive from her car seat before you grabbed her hand and walked into the apartment building, and to Owen's apartment. Once there you opened the door which you knew was unlocked because Owen texted you.

"I brought a kid! Keep what ever your doing PG!" You hollered walking in.

"Charlie!" Olive exclaimed running over to Charlie giving him a hug. You smiled softly.

"Hi, I'm y/n." You said to Jeremy. "That is Olive."

"Hi, Jeremy."

"Olive where's my hug?" Owen asked.

"Hi uncle Owen!" Olive smiled.

Got 'em all wishin' on stars now if I find one of them girls that ain't tryna meet nobody

You sat out by your car looking at the starry sky. Olive fell asleep on Owen's lap when the five of you were watching Moana. You just came out for air. You didn't notice Charlie walking up behind you.

"Ah! Oh, you scared me... Hey Charlie." You gave him a smiled.

"Hey whatcha doing?"

"Thinking you?"

"Came to find you." Charlie said. "I wanted to ask you something."

"Go ahead." You nodded looked at him.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked shyly.

"Yeah."

You're just here for the party if I'm wrong them stop me, yeah you're one of them girls that ain't handin' out your number

You smiled at Charlie when he walked into the kitchen of his apartment where he found you and Olive having a impromptu dance party. You were in LA visiting him for a few days, the long-distance relationship was hard but you made it work. Olive absolutely loved Charlie anytime she saw him she got excited.

"Can I join?" Charlie asked taking Olive's hand, spinning her. You smiled watching them dance.

You like to make us want you, you like to make us wonder if you're one of them girls

You took a deep breath as you began packing up the things in your daughter's room. You and Olive we're moving to LA to live with Charlie, you've been dating Charlie for a year, and finally tired of the long distance relationship you decided to move up to LA. Owen was over helping keep a eyes on Olive who is now 6 so you could pack.

"Woah." You sighed looking at the now empty room, you haven't see the room empty like this since you moved in 6 years ago. You moved away from home when you turned 19, going to make a life for you and your daughter, now at twenty five your farther then you ever thought you would be.

"Have you see Olive? We're playing hide and seek." Owen said peaking in the room breaking you from your thoughts.

"No."

Well I'm one of them boys who'll trade his whole world, yeah for one of them girls

You stepped into the new apartment you and Charlie got together. His was nice but it only had the one-bedroom, and Olive would not have been happy if she didn't get her own room.

"This place is nice mommy! Where's my room?"

"I'll show you Princess." Charlie said grabbing the girl's hand before the went down the hallway. You sat the box you had down on the counter smiling softly.

You're one of them girls I wanna put my lips on hold all night long write a little love song

There was movement in the bed before a tiny body found it's self situated comfortably in between you and Charlie.

"Hunny?" You yawned looking down at Olive who was laying there hugging her stuffed bunny.

"Cuddles?" The girl asked. Charlie who has woke up aswell rolled over pulling the girl onto his chest before pulling you into his side.

"Shh go to bed." He whispered.

For one of them girls that ain't tryna meet nobody you're just here for the party

"Olive! I need to asked you something big." Charlie said parking the car at a McDonald's.

"What?" She asked unbuckling. He looked back at her.

"Let's go get food then I'll tell you okay?"

After they got their food and were sitting at a table. He got ready to ask her.

"What would you say if I asked your mommy, to marry me?" Charlie asked before eating a fire.

"That would he so cool! Would that make you my daddy?"

"Yeah." Charlie chuckled.

"Awesome! I'm gonna tell all my friends my daddy is an actor!" Olive said happily.

If I'm wrong then stop me, yeah you're one of them girls that ain't handin' out your number

You were on a date with Charlie, a much more romantic ones then the usual ones you went on together. It was usually a picnic or adventure date, but you were at a fancy restaurant.

Charlie mustered all his courage before he dipped to one knee.

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes!"

You like to make us want you, you like to make us wonder if you're one of them girls well I'm one of them boys who'll trade his whole world (his whole world) for one of them girls hmm, one of them girls

A/n: first off when I was looking for a good name for Olive I kept coming across the names of my brother's crazy exes like I turned down at least 7 options just because of it 🙄 Again thank you for the ask!

[moonlight--falls]

Hey, I absolutely love your sunset valley play through its making me want to do a rotational gameplay of my own.

May I ask how you do your playthough!? Like what ages do you use and do you use story progression at all!? If so what are they set at? Do you have a specific time you play through each family?

I was going to just message you without doing an ask but you only allow people you follow! As I'm guessing this might be a complicated answer.

Hope you are having a great day!! ☺

Ahh! I’m so sorry for the late reply! I was just finally able to get on my laptop lol.  

Thank you so much for reading! I’m not gonna lie I was really excited when I got this ask. Anyways, I’ll try and explain my gameplay the best I can. 

First of all, I can’t take all of the credit. I based my gameplay off of @homijoh‘s townie rotation gameplay. I just changed it to fit ts3, and my personal preferences. You can find a link to their spreedsheets here. My rules can be found here. Let me know if you have problems with my link, I’m not sure if I did it right, lol. 

When I start a new town, I usually go through each townie and roll their sexuality, gender (whether they’re trans or not), who their partner is/when or if they get married, and their “story” roll for their current life stage. From there, I just make up a story for what I rolled! I don’t use story progression at all. I might for spares in the future? Idk yet though. I play each family for one week (sunday at 8am to sunday at 8am).

My aging system is a little complicated, lol. I’ll try and explain it down below: 

Toddler: 

- 2 weeks (1-3 years old, baby babble) 

- 2 weeks (4-7 years old, preschooler) 

Child: 

- 2 weeks (8-11 years old, elementary schooler) 

- 2 weeks (12-14 years old, middle schooler) 

Teen: 

- 2 weeks (Freshman) 

- 2 weeks (Sophomore) 

- 2 weeks (Junior) 

- 2 weeks (Senior) 

Young Adult: 

- 4 weeks (18-24, university age) 

- 4 weeks (24-30, “friends” age) 

- 4 weeks (30-35, working adult) 

Adult: 

- 4 weeks (35-42, working adult) 

- 4 weeks (42-49, midway between working adult and middle-aged) 

- 4 weeks (50-60, middle-aged) 

Elder: 

- 4 weeks (60-70, senior) 

- 4 weeks (70-80, midway between senior and geriatric) 

- 4 weeks (80+, geriatric) 

In the parentheses, I added what age I think the sim is, plus what I associate with that age. I also use a counter for a sim’s age. For example, at the beginning of the week, a toddler will start out at (0/4), and after the week’s playthrough is done they move up to (1/4). When the counter is filled, they age up!

I think I covered everything here, but if anybody still has questions, let me know! 

[skies-diary]

The more I think about it, the more I think we should stop sending our children to school past grade 5.

More under the cut. TW for suicide mention, mental illness, gun violence mention, and assault mention.

Of course education is important, but schools dont really educate; not anymore. At least, "higher learning" like middle / high school and college don't. I can think of only two classes in grades 6-12 that I've ever used in my day to day life, and those were sex ed (which was comprehensive for me, but which many schools in the US arent even allowed to have on the syllabus) and home economics. The rest were really just full of meaningless facts that I was forced to memorize and that I likely won't remember by ten years after graduation.

It's not that I think people should be uneducated. It's that as early as 100 years ago, people wouldn't send children to school before they were six years old, and now preschools start enrollment at six weeks old. Its that I learned very little in my teenage years that I would ever use in my adult life. Its that school contributed to my depression and anxiety that started at age 11 when I was in sixth grade, and that I'm still struggling with today.

More than anything else, though, while elementary school taught to read and write and made learning a part of life, sixth grade and up made me hate learning. It taught me that learning is a chore to finish and be done with so you can do "fun things". It taught me that if you can't get something right on the first try, you're bad at it and theres no point trying. More than trying to get me ready to choose my own path in life, school was focused on three things; fidelity to country, unconditional respect and obedience to authority, and capitalism training.

Fidelity to country: Every single day started with the pledge of allegiance. Some kids didnt stand for it, and I wish I'd been one of them. On veterans day my senior year, our first hour teacher told the class that any students that didnt stand for the pledge that day would be sent to the office for "disciplinary action". After the pledge, the whole class was escorted down the hall to the room of a teacher who was also a veteran, and we all had to stand in a line to shake his hand and thank him for his service. At age 17, I didn't think that was too strange. At age 23, having lived through Trump's presidency and seen what nationalism and extremism looks like more clearly, I find it much more off-putting than before.

Unconditional respect for authority: For me, this really started in second grade. After first grade, I was transferred to a new school which was poorly managed. The school was understaffed and overcrowded, classrooms were wildly out of ratio and teachers were overwhelmed. My brother, in kindergarten, hardly knew how to spell his name by the end of the year, and that's only because he had extra-curricular support.

The school avoided any and all accountability by having a policy of "the teacher is always right", therefore placing all responsibility on the students for any learning difficulties they encountered. The school board thankfully let my siblings and I transfer to a more competent and less crowded school after I was physically assulted by another student (a boy from another class who tried to suffocate me), and my parents threatened a lawsuit against the district.

The expectation for unfailing respect was amplified in high and middle school, from the constant police presence in schools to the draconian dress code regulations to teachers who treated their profession like a power trip. I did have a lot of good teachers, but others acted like being a teacher gave them license to act like a drill sergeant.

Capitalism training: this is very different than career training. Career training would have taught us marketable, useful skills. Rather, my school district got us ready for the workforce by having us sit at a desk for eight hours a day, delegating us tasks to be completed in a set amount of time, or we'd have life-altering repercussions. We were young adults who had little to no say in how we spent our day to day lives. I feel like these things contributed a lot to spending my teenaged years feeling like I had no direction in life; a feeling that persists in adulthood and has caused me untold distress, from difficulty in career choice to suicidal ideation.

As a teen, I didn't really understand the point of it all. However, it seems fairly obvious as an adult. School was training for corporate life. Modern American schools are turning out kids who have very few life skills, who are primed to sit at a desk for 8 hours, completing largely meaningless tasks and putting up with bullshit from authority figures whom they know better than to question.

In my personal experience, everything past grade 5 had nothing to do with education; rather, it was a nearly decade-long indoctrination ritual to prepare children to take their place as an employee and "contribute to society" under Late Stage Capitalism. It's framed as a necessary part of life, but the truth is that historically, parents, extended family and community were the forces that educated children. They taught them the life skills useful to their time and culture. Today, for example, technological literacy is needed, but a Native American child in 1500 would have learned how to hunt, how to mend, and how to build shelter. A child in 4000 BC Egypt would have likely learned to grown plants in the Nile Delta and care for farm animals.

Learning is a part of life. Human brains are supercomputers that can recognize patterns like nothing else in the world. No teacher has to sit down a typically developing child and teach them to speak; they learn through daily life. Humans didn't learn to make fire in lecture hall. We're naturally curious and eager to learn as children, but after going through school, very few adults retain this enthusiasm.

I used to be able to read three novels in an afternoon. Now I struggle to finish a chapter. This shift did not come about until age 11, the same year I entered middle school.

Children go to school now because there is rarely any other choice. In most American families, both parents work, and if a child is in a single-parent household, it's even less likely they have a stay-at-home parent. This symptom of Late Stage Capitalism (parental absense) causes children to grow into adults indoctrinated into the system, which is causatious of Late Stage Capitalism. It's a cycle that can be hard to break.

But we have to do something. Education reform, finding a way to homeschool / educate through community, or even just stop having kids. I haven't had any children yet because I dont want to raise my babies to be corporate slaves for the Jeff Bezos or Elon Musk of their generation.

Because as it stands right now, America's schoolchildren that aren't gunned down by angry white men are coming out the other side of graduation depressed, directionless, and with one of the highest suicide rates (second leading cause of death for Gen Z) in human history.

What American schools are doing isn't just not working, it's purposefully malicious. We need to change.

[curlytemple]

niche interests list 

okay sure yes this is fun! i havent posted a thing like this in such a long time. thank you new gal pal @scottspack for tagging me! 

pigs????

alright first lets throw it back to preschool! my fav childhood toys were my baby doll (snookums) and a plush pig that my grandma got me that i just called ‘pig’ ...i watched the babe movies countless times, and piglet? that anxious little guy GETS ME bro. when my preschool did a nativity play and my class got to choose an animal to be in baby jesus’ manger, my mother recalls me saying that i would be a pig because jewish people (jesus christ) wouldnt eat me. she has no idea how or when i learned about kosher foods. ironically despite my namesake i was too afraid of the movie charlotte’s web to watch it more than once because the scary farmer tries to kill wilbur for being small and the pretty spider dies. 

sugar creek gang 

OKAY this is a book series from the 40s-70s about a group of christian little boys in indiana who went on adventures in the woods and helped people. my dad read a LOT of chapter books to me as bedtime stories when i was little (see also the mandie series, nancy drew and the hardy boys, little house on the prairie) but sugar creek gang is one that really hit. i read all 36 books with dad and at least once again on my own. there was a series of 4 or 5 movies in the early 2000s when i was the Perfect age to have a crush on most if not all of them. this might be too much detail but i have to tell you about these boys. we WILL not be revisiting the heavy religious themes. 

 the narrator is bill who is Good and Kind and wants to be a doctor when he grows up. his best friend is a chubby boy nicknamed poetry because he memorizes and quotes poems, he is the Detective of the group. BIG JIM is the leader of the group who is supposed to be like, 14, which was very cool and hot, to me. and yes there is a little jim, who is the baby of the group. then there is CIRCUS who is known for his climbing and acrobatics, and his FIVE SISTERS AND BEAUTIFUL SINGING VOICE. dreamboy. i’m almost done listing boys, i promise. a boy called dragonfly who is allergic to everything and hella superstitious. later in the series a new boy named tom moves to town and tom has an older brother bob who is NOT A CHRISTIAN (bully) 

tangentially, the buttercream gang, a movie from 1992 that was almost definitely made by some christians who grew up reading the sugar creek gang series which i’m guessing on vibes alone. will spare you Good Boy details but scott is in love with his best friend pete who moves to chicago and falls in with a bad crowd and scott just refuses to stop LOVING HIM. very gay christian film in retrospect. 

peter pan

so i know liking disney’s peter pan isnt niche, but it was the way i liked it. tinker bell stan from day one, i watched all of those disney fairies movies, even the ones that came out after i was definitely not intended audience. there was an online pixie hollow game where you could design your own fairies and play mini games where you gathered dew drops or something. had a HUGE CRUSH on jeremy sumpter in peter pan (2003) then i got really darkly obsessed with the idea of growing up when i was 12 or 13, and everything peter pan was deeply My Shit for my entire adolescence. i read the original book and every other twisted version of the story i could find and seriously freaked myself out about wasting my youth. 

shug

you’ve probably heard of jenny han now, or at least the netflix adaptations for to all the boys i’ve loved before and the sequel ps i still love you (always and forever, lara jean, coming soon?) but before she wrote THOSE, she wrote my first ever Favorite Book, about annemarie “shug” wilcox, a girl in the summer before starting middle school. it is SO engraved on my heart i cannot explain. i felt so incredibly understood and cant even tell you how many times i read it. thinking about all of the ways it made me feel SEEN is actually making me very tender so i’m gonna go on.  

the summer series

on the subject of jenny han, since she was now my Favorite author, when she came out with the summer i turned pretty in 2009, i was ALL IN. it’s not summer without you, and we’ll always have summer were published the next two years. a coming of age series about a girl isabel “belly” conklin who stays at her mother’s best friend's house at the beach in the summers. i really could talk about it forever yall. i actually dont know how to be succinct about it. i will try. her mom’s friend has TWO BOYS. one brother, jeremiah, is the golden boy and her best friend who is in love with her! the older one CONRAD is her childhood crush who's just sort of around while belly is firmly getting over her childish feelings and going out and experiencing teen beach life with jeremiah for the first time and figuring out who she is and wants to be! by the end of the summer he admits he feels differently about her (hence belly internalizing this as The Summer I Turned Pretty) and they get together. this is already too much so i will just say that the next two books deal with a PROFOUND LOSS and the selfishness of grief and the SELFLESSNESS OF CONRAD and i will absolutely lose my shit if netflix picks it up for a second jenny han series adaptation. 

pappyland

this was a kids show in the 90′s that features a character named Pappy Drew-It, an artist dressed like a 49er who lives in a magic cabin in pappyland. there’s tons of characters and music and life lessons but the meat of every episode is a detailed drawing how-to (pappy is actually a cartoonist, michael cariglio) and i have a hard back cover sketch book from my grandpa that i FILLED with drawings that pappy and DOODLEBUG taught me to do. there is a running gag that pappy always breaks his crayons.  

boy meets world

i KNOW this is beloved by many but i’m counting it because i’m simply too young to have such an obsession with it! the show ran from 1992-2000. i was born in 1996, but reruns on the disney channel and abc family cemented it as one of my favorite shows. cory and shawn, closer than brothers, shameless homoromantics, shawn is cory’s first wife!!!!! truly showed me what a best friend can and should be!!!!!! the great love of your life!!!!! TOPANGA, the og weird feminist girl who said stop shaving your legs and start speaking your mind, ladies! the characters are so richly developed that they are real people to my heart. YES every character on this show is in their late 30s-early 40s and YES i feel like we grew up together. in season one they’re in the 6th grade and we follow them all the way to COLLEGE. countless poignant life lessons, often literally dictated by the wise and hilarious MR. FEENY, cory’s next door neighbor and somehow one of his teachers for YEARS. my love was only solidified by the 2014 girl meets world reboot, centered on cory and topanga’s daughter and her best friend. (which was literally cancelled because disney didn’t want to transition from a kids show to a teen show, something essential to the original. also because that teen show would have had CANON LESBIANS. extremely shameful move in 2017!) boy meets world lives rent free in my heart and i will never evict it!!!!!!!

i consulted my mother when i got stumped for more and she reminded me that i had obsessions with the impressionist art period and babies and ANYTHING fairies or pixies, and i was way too young when my love of the canadian teen after school special degrassi began. she also said bob ross, which i was hesitant to include because he’s been super ~trendy in recent years, but to be fair (To Be Faaairrr) she’s right! i don’t think people really watched the joy of painting as much as i have throughout my life. best sick day show of all time.

lastly i could honestly list anna herself as a niche interest, my mom actually metioned that ive always hyperfixated on my girl friends (gay) but i’ll just note that YES friday night lights, YES barry lyga novels. love to share so many things with you, niche or not, they’re niche in Our Mind.

[mychemicalficrecs]

frerard aus where one or both of them are parents or highschool frerard aus with bullying?

Hi Nonny!

I've made a list for you where Frank and/or Gerard are parents.Check back for your other request in a day or two!

Frank And/Or Gerard Are Parents

F is for Frank by silver_etoile, 23k, Mature. Frank can't even cook mac and cheese. How can he possibly live up to being a father? Maybe the new preschool teacher can help.

How did I survive without you? by Frnk, 9k, Not Rated. Frank thought he knew everything, he had a job and an apartment, he was studying in school and working his ass off to pass his English exams. Then his entire world got turned upside down by a little boy left on his door step.

i will do my best to be... by picht, 4k [WIP], Teen And Up Audiences. It’s Friday evening, 6 PM, and Frank is fucking nervous. Griffon’s first meeting with this new troop begins in fifteen minutes, and they’ve been sitting in the church parking lot for the past five. There’s a lot of things that could go wrong here, is the thing. Hopefully, Frank thinks, third time’s the charm.

Sometimes the world gets so damn lonely, ya'know? by Frnk, 7k, Not Rated. "Like sometimes its not about getting drunk or talking or whatever. Sometimes you only need someones company to feel less alone in the world."

Wicked Little Town. by xofunghoul, 26k [WIP], General Audiences. In a small town in New Jersey where nothing much happens, Gerard Way runs his family's diner with his best firend Ray and he thinks his life is going nowhere special and is fine with it until Frank Iero, a young single dad of twin babies moves into town and shakes things up a little with his witts and big green eyes.

Ice Creams and Bloody Knees by charmlesstrans, 3k, General Audiences. "Good morning, girls! Time to get up!" Frank knocked and cheerily called into Lily and Cherry's room bright and early at 8 AM. "Noooo," protested Lily from behind the door. "Too tired.." Cherry explained with a sleep-muffled voice.

Four Killjoys and a Baby by forgoo, 19k [WIP], Teen And Up Audiences. "We are not keeping a baby!" "How hard can it be?" The story of how four teenage outlaws became the guardians of a tiny helpless baby and then raised that baby to be the tiniest Killjoy, messiah of the Zones.

Can we keep it? by NatMadness, 1k, Teen And Up Audiences. Chris always came home with a different animal in his hands. Gerard always said no, they already had three dogs and they were a lot of work, but the kid kept bringing them with him every day after school. Of course, he was a 6 year old little boy with a deep pasion for animals and Gerard loved that, because it reminded him so much of Frank.

Taste by A_A_Dolan, 11k, Mature. The most forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest. When married man, father, and successful artist, Gerard Way, meets an Italian, attractive, hazel eyed musician/singer at a local café...an instant attraction occurs and when things between them get hot and heavy...sudden consequences come with the price of being unfaithful.

B.F.F. by iamcatastrophicc, 36k [WIP], Mature. Gerard Way has wanted to be a dad ever since he was a kid but as he gets older he fears he might not be able to and tries to adopt. Unfortunately, they won't let him because he's a single dad so instead him and his best friend devise a scheme to get Gerard a child.

How I Met Your Father by Monroeville, 4k, Teen And Up Audiences. “Dad, are you gonna tell us how you and dad met again?”

The Sad Dad Club by mousefrnk, 85k, Explicit. Ex-frontman Frank Iero is a single dad in New Jersey doing his best to raise his three girls. He meets Ray and Gerard, two dads with sons in the same class as one of his girls. Along with Gerard’s brother Mikey (who is soon to be a dad himself), they make plans to hang out every Friday, asking each other for advice and getting some much-needed adult social interaction. Thus, the Sad Dad Club is born.

Arrange The Sorrows And Joys by flax_wench, 26k [WIP], Explicit. Frank is a young, unemployed former musician in desperate need of a job; Gerard is a wealthy, single father searching for a nanny for his beloved baby girl, and hires Frank to be her nanny against Mikey's advice. Much to everyone's surprise, he turns out to be a perfect fit, and to no one's surprise, the two men slowly begin to fall for one another. Love, angst, a whole lotta smut, and an adorable baby named Lola.

I Hate my Weaknesses But they Make Me Who I Am by Frnk, rockforfrnk, 15k, Mature. Frank is a stay at home dad and suddenly his stomach issues cause him problems. All he wants is to be better and focus on his family.

Sonna Kimi ga Suki! (That Was Good!) by momiji_neyuki, RedRomRomance, Trixgrl, 13k, Mature. You meet all kinds of interesting people when you go to the park for lunch.

(We're Going) To Space by Andromedas_Void, 2k, General Audiences. “Yes?” Gerard asked, a soft smile on his (extremely cute) face, along with a dozen star, moon, and planet stickers. “Oh, ah,” Frank started, holding back a laugh. “Your, uh, the mail man delivered this to my house by mistake,” he said, biting his lip and holding out the package.

Songs For The Weak by Wearenotalright, 11k [WIP], Teen And Up Audiences. Frank is a history teacher at his old high school and he has a rather interesting new student. Bandit Way. She was tall and lanky and the other students shunned her for being the "weird kid". Frank has no other choice but to call her father in for a meeting to tell him the horrible news that his little girl is getting bullied.

In A Pretty How Town by fleurdeliser, tuesdaysgone, 23k, Explicit. Single dad Frank Iero moves with his son to a new town. Everyone is nice, but the mayor, Gerard Way, is positively too good to be true.

The Bench by phrankiero (orphan_account), 3k, General Audiences. Frank takes his son James to soccer practice every week. There he meets Gerard, the parent and single father of James's best friend.

I Know What It Means to Me by mistresscurvy, 9k, Explicit. Gerard didn't go to his single parents support group expecting to find love, but it found him there when Frank showed up one week. A single dads AU.

Crazy for You by sockpuppeteer, 2k, General Audiences. Frank's relief is almost palpable when there is someone home in apartment opposite, and, although mussed and a little bleary, he looks relatively friendly. And gorgeous, but Frank is definitely not focusing on that right now.

Online fantasies. by jessislame, 13k [WIP], Not Rated. It has been a long time since Gerard has reconnected with his family and friends due to being at college most of the time. So when he gets an invitation for coffee from an old friend he can't really refuse...can he?

The Secret Life of Bees by eudaimon, 12k [WIP], Explicit. Summer. Frank and his daughter have nothing left in New York, so they hit the road and end up in the tiny town of Orpheus Falls, NY. Frank meets Gerard at a farmer's market, selling artisan honey. They start to figure things out.

It Was All An Accident by MissPamelaD, PhantomSwelling, 59k [WIP], Teen And Up Audiences. Gerard and Frank had it all. A perfect friendship, perfect families with their wives. They're missing nothing. That is until both of their wives die in a tragic accident. They both feel at loss, not being totally able to function without their loves. But, when they decide to move together with their kids, their world changes again. Will it be for the better or for the worse?

[treasure-my-aurora]

We’ve got Tonight

• Summary:  I'd known Felix since before he was born. My tiny preschool hand would often press flat against his mother’s round belly while I looked up at her with surprised innocent eyes as the baby inside kicked against my hand. Known him as a brother, a best friend and a rock to lean against through my whole life. But now, in just a month, he'd be going away to train with some of the best in the industry, and with time running out, perhaps there is more than just platonic feelings between us... something that would bring up more pain, jealousy and sorrow than we could ever imagine.

♥ Pairing: Bang Chan/Reader/Felix

♦ Chapter: 1/9

♣ Words: 5033

♠ Genre (in this one): Sweet, tooth-aching fluff. 

“Felix Lee. Dancer. Rapper. Singer. Owner of the sweetest smile in the entire world. Owner of the deepest voice in the entire world. Owner of-” I doubled over and burst out in laughter. The A5 paper was crinkled up after being folded too many times and the look on Felix face when he started to read from it was just priceless. “What’s this? You told me you were going to help me with my resumé”  The thick Aussie accent rolled off his tongue like smoke after you’ve put out a candle and I smiled softly while exhaling a slight snort through my nose in the chilly late September wind. It had been raining all day and the humidity that had hung low turned the air around us cold the minute the sun disappeared. It was close to 10:30 pm and the moon was up, joined by the stars that twinkled in the navy-blue sky. We were outside, sitting on a picnic table at an empty gas station, halfway between my day job and his campus.  Best friends for eight years. Known each other for another eleven and now here we sat, with my scribbled notes on a paper I ripped out from a notebook that I’d found in a shoebox in the furthest part of my closet. The notebook was old, and the paper that now threatened to be folded up for probably the 8th time had a coffee spot on it, but Felix didn’t seem to notice. He just looked so incredibly done that I stifled another giggle behind my hand. He tried; he really did but the smile he constantly wanted to chase away still tugged on his lips as I playfully hit his arm. “Continue” I urged and hid the grin on my mouth behind a sweater paw when Felix eyes traced the next sentence and read it silently before he looked up and met my eyes again, lips pressed into a thin line. “Owner of the best Aussie accent ever. Best friend ever. A baby” Gave me a look from underneath furrowed brows, added, “I’m not a baby” and though the dark, deep voice of his… and the sharp jawline… and his lean body, oh and those eyes that made everyone turn their heads to look after him when we walked down a street- was a sign that maybe it wasn’t as true as I tried to make it, it was still a nickname that I didn’t want to let go off.  He’d always had that aura of innocence about him, one that I saw less and less these days though- whenever he broke out in a smile that crinkled his eyes, showing off a row of pearly white rounded teeth, nose scrunching and cheeks puffing up. In that moment- he was still the cute boy I grew up. But now, when he stood there in front of me, paper dangling between his fingertips in one hand, an off-brand soda in the other, lilac hair poking out from underneath a cap and a body that was more of an adults than the younger boy I painted him out to be- he was just that; an adult. It didn't stop me from teasing him though and I sighed with a small smile on my lips, took a small sip from my own soda before I placed it on the picnic table I was leaning against, reached out, and placed both my hands on each side of his cheeks, puffed them up and said in my cutest voice. “Oh, but you are” I nodded and gave him a small smile while he rolled his eyes, ”You’re the cutest baby ever” He frowned. Knew that I was playing with him and huffed, even though the expression was more of fake annoyance than actual irritation. Watched me like he dared me to let him go, but I stood my ground and he didn’t try to escape the place between my open hands. He was taller than me, if only a few centimetres and constantly tried to use that against me but it didn’t stop the teasing or the way I played with the fact that he could grow until he was as tall as a giant and I would still be older. “I’m not a child anymore noona. I'll travel abroad soon” He muttered, and something shifted behind his eyes as the fake annoyance turned into a real frown. I let him go, frowning myself when I was reminded of the fact that we’d be separated soon.  In just a month he'd be going away, my best friend, who I’d never spend more than two miles away from, would travel across the world to pursue his dream. To train with some of the best for a whole six months. He was a professional, in more fields than one and I would be left were I was, in the town we grew from kids to adults in, surrounded by coffee beans and the heavy smell of sweets and pastries. “I’ll be ok” He said, as if he read my thoughts, like countless other times. I must’ve frowned harder than I thought as I got lost in my pondering. He met my eyes and damn… I was going to miss those eyes, and that cute little smile. “I’ll be ok” He reassured again, folded and placed the paper in the pocket of his hoodie. Reached out and the hand that suddenly held mine was warm, despite the cold wind biting through our way too light clothes. “I know” I answered shortly, and he squeezed my hand in response.  The smile on his lips as warm as his hand. Eyes turning into small crescents and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Besides you'll have Chris to keep you company until I get back, right?” He said and I rolled my eyes. Chris was my boyfriend since a few years back. We’d met through Felix when I came with him to one of his practises with the group he danced with and sort of clicked from the get-go. Bonded with our passion for writing, expression and need for adventure, the thrill of life and what it could offer.  I loved him.  I really did.  Even though Felix insisted later on that I only fell for him because Chris was a more polished and older version of himself. With the same passion for music, art and expression. Not to mention that same deep Aussie accent, and I had insisted that it wasn’t the case at all because I did not even wanted to ever imagine Felix being my boyfriend- because I’d known him for his entire life.  Known him even before he was born, with my tiny preschool hand pressed flat against his mother’s round belly. Looking up at her with surprised innocent eyes as the baby inside kicked against the palm of my hand at the same moment as the church bells rang to collect everyone for the sermon.  Our parents were friends since long, long before they had children. Going to the same high school when they were young and then the same church when they moved into the same neighbourhood. Inviting each other to celebrate the holidays and I couldn’t remember a Saturday where we didn’t eat dinner together, at my family home one week and his the next, rolling on a schedule that continued for years.  I was the oldest of our siblings and though I was best friends with his older sister for the most parts of our childhood, I’d never denied him if he wanted to play with us. When he was rounding the age of nine, I often babysat him and his little sister and during the following years, even though almost half a decade separated us in age, I started to hang out with him more and more. His sister unfortunately decided to hang out with the wrong people and even though time has healed the wounds we inflicted upon each other back then since we’ve both become adults, I still prefer the company of her little brother nowadays.  It was easy to understand why we had such a deep and profound bound. It had always been the two of us. We both moved away from our hometown at a young age. Going away because there was a better school in a few towns over. Our parents gave me the responsibility. Found us a place to stay, planted just a few hundred meters from the Catholic school they had chosen and then trusted me to make that two-bedroom apartment a home. I was eighteen, doing my last year in high school, and Felix was just thirteen, doing his last in middle school. It was tough, living two teens under one roof and we fought about anything and everything, from dishes to who was going to take out the garbage. I was forced to grow up faster, taking care of both myself, my homework, the place we lived in and making sure that we had dinner every day. That Felix was picked up after school, that he did his homework as well…  Our parents send us money for a monthly rent, bills that were connected to the apartment (water, electricity etc) food and a small allowance for us to spend on whatever we wanted, and it worked out… for a few months at least. I grew tired though when the water bills got too high because well, we were both teens and taking long showers was the only place where we were alone, and Felix was a bratty kid that demanded candy and games and “new cool stuff” because “all his other friends had that”  I got a job at a local café, a small cute hole-in-the-wall place with an owner that always had a smile on her lips, syrup on her forearms and coffee beans in the arms of her shirt. The years passed, I graduated high school, decided that I wanted to focus on work, met Chris, Felix started high school, graduated three years later on top of his class and my parents were crying with joy when they called me after he’d told his parents. Sent me virtual pats on the back for doing such a good job raising him because apparently taking a train to us to congratulate me, us, in person was too much of a fuss. He was going to university after summer and the talk when he, with a deep sigh, apologized because he wanted to get his own place, a room on campus, because it was closer (but probably also because he, secretly, was starting to get ashamed that we (me at age 22 and he at age 17) still lived together and were neither siblings or a couple. I’d only laughed at his worried expression and told him about the plans that me and Chris had of moving together. And the rest is history, basically. We grew up together, spend basically every waking moment with each other and I watched as a small uncertain boy grew up to be the young adult who currently held onto my hand. I didn’t regret it for a second though, even if there were times when I was so angry with him that I just wanted to leave him all alone in that apartment. It certainly made dating a living nightmare, and having a girls night with my friend without him ogling at them with big nervous eyes, and when he started to reach his late teens and I didn’t know if the sobs behind the closed door to his bedroom was because he needed to be comforted or because he was jerking off.  Yeah… thank goodness that time was over.  I couldn’t stop hanging out with him though even after we decided to go our separate ways. I still needed him. In a way that according to any psychologist ever probably wasn’t healthy at all. Like a drug that constantly had to be delivered to me. Just a small refill was needed, of his laugh, or his smile, or his humour, or that boyish nature, or the fact that anything he touched seemed to turn into gold the older he got- from the way he seemingly learned to dance over a night, to the way the music came to him just as naturally and I hated to admit that I felt left behind for the first time in our life when he moved away from me. I had poured so much into making his life as good as I could, to mould him into someone I knew his parents could be proud of that it felt empty when he waved goodbye to me, standing with his box of things and a big bag of clothes outside his dormitory.  It was like he didn’t need me anymore. Like the years I’d spent taking care of him was coming to an end, and in a sense, it was. But the fact that we didn’t live together didn’t change the fact that we saw each other at least once a week and I enjoyed, actually cherished those moments even more. He was growing up, passing his 18th birthday that autumn, and from there on, everything changed. He changed. Started to work out, spent hours upon hours of perfecting choreography, his own style of dancing and I watched, out of breath and sometimes in the small hours of the night, cheering him on and forcing him to go home when the sun started to paint the sky a soft grey. Putting him to bed with a small kiss on the crown of his head, and held back a small sigh every time he caught my wrist and begged me not to go because his feet hurt, and his back and his arms and he just wanted me to hold him and take the pain away. We both appreciated the art of creating. To make something and hear the sound of astonishment from our audience.  I knew how to make a perfect cup of coffee. I could make art with steamed milk and espresso that many said was good enough to compete with and I would blush and look away, not trusting myself to be able to win a prize, even though it was something that was as natural for me as breathing by now. I was always a bit uncertain, with a big lack on both self-esteem and self-confidence. Both with what I did, even if I did something good, and how I knew that I was just an average girl. Nothing special at all. Nothing like my best friend. I didn’t blame him, but it still made me jealous, like it didn’t seem like I was good at anything at all when compared to having people turn their heads, not because you. Absolutely not because of you, but because the person walking beside you looked god sent.  I huffed and buried my chin deeper into the hoodie I was wearing. “Do you want to go back?” Felix asked and the sound of his voice brought me back.  I nodded, slightly flushed from embarrassment because I’d probably been staring out into the darkness that surrounded the gas station for a few minutes too long. We jumped into my 12-year-old, silver coloured Volvo v70 and Felix placed his arms around himself in a self-hug as I started the ignition and turned up the heat on the AC to full. “You need to get a new car” He said, like he’d done pretty much every time we’d driven in it in the past year and a half. “Buy me a new one when you get famous and it’s a deal” I replied, like I’d done every time he stated those exact words.  He smiled again and I smiled back, his hand on mine as it rested on the manual gear and my heart broke in two again when I remember that I had to hold onto these kinds of memories because soon, the passenger seat next to me would be empty. - “What are you thinking about?” Chris asked me and leaned forward slightly to put a lock of hair behind my ear.  He sat upright in our sofa, feet on the table while I laid beside him with my legs thrown over his lap. I had mindlessly watched a programme on TV, not really interested but didn’t want to move from my place and do anything else since the time we spent together, even if we didn’t talk, was becoming less and less frequent as university grew more and more intense for him. We lived in a small two room apartment, connected to the campus and the rent was small enough that we could live well with the money I earned when working full time plus the income Chris got from working short hours whenever they needed him, in the convenience store a few hundred meters from our home.  “Nothing” I mumbled, which was the only truth I wanted to admit. Honestly, I hadn’t been thinking about anything specifically. Just letting my thoughts drift from how sleepy I was to what we were going to eat for dinner, how bad my feet hurt from standing at the cashier all day and how Felix whole face scrunched up in a bright smile when I waved goodbye to him as I dropped him off outside his dormitory yesterday.  “Don’t lie. I know you babe; we’ve been together for that long” Chris sighed and gave me a small smile that spoke off how much he didn’t believe me. I looked away, pouted and played with a lock of my hair, purposely avoiding his gaze. He placed the stack of lyrics and half-finished composed music pieces on the table before scooting down between me and the backrest of the sofa. His touch was soft as he interlaced our fingers, our legs tangled together and he pressed my knuckles to his lips in a chaste kiss, following a pattern of coordinated moves that always happened when we were close.  “I love you” He whispered and brushed his nose against mine, “He’s a big boy now, and even though you’ve taken care of him through his whole life, it’s time to let him spread his wings” I closed my eyes and hoped that Chris couldn’t feel how my heart picked up speed when he spoke about the person I was thinking about.  I knew that a small hidden part of him was happy that Felix would go. That he would finally have me without any sort of competition. Even though they considered each other their second-best friend. Not that it was ever in the air that Felix and me would ever fall in love. People close to us only thought that it was cute that we were still best friends and I guessed that we always seemed like brother and sister to people outside our group of friends.  But the thought of that always made me cringe a little. To say that nothing has ever happened between us was a lie. Nothing physical at all though, because the boy just had his 19th birthday, and even though I’d seen the way he looked at me sometimes from underneath long lashes after turning sixteen, from across our dinner table or while sitting a few meters apart on the sofa while I went over his homework at our old apartment, I wouldn’t dream of touching him in the way I could sense that he wanted me to.  It was just subtle, sweet and almost lethal- like that one time on New Year’s when he was seventeen and nervously stuttered out a “can you be my first kiss, noona?” over a glass of wine to many and I, obviously, flat out refused to. Or to that first time when I truly realized that he was an actual adult and nearly walked in on him fucking a, very, loud girl in his dorm room shortly after Christmas. My hand up and ready to knock and all but I thankfully stopped myself just as I heard the noises. Or that one time, this summer, when he jumped into the lake we’d been camping next to because he couldn’t take the heat and flies anymore and I couldn’t help but stare when he broke through the surface again, standing on the shallow bottom, wet hair combed back and the white shirt he wore helplessly clung to the abs that covered his stomach, clenching as he breathed hard from the sudden coldness that enveloped his body. Dark hard nipples dented the thin fabric and I swallowed hard, suddenly happy that Chris decided to stay at home and study for extra points that would be helpful once the next semester started, because it felt like everyone could see the way I quickly tore my gaze away again before throwing him a towel.  That’s all that it has ever been for me, a few butterflies in the stomach, a thankfulness that he still wanted to spend time with me, even though his popularity immediately shot through the roof  when he got back from summer break and started university last year and his appearance had changed. His jawline sharper, eyes more intense, and even though his face was still rounded and soft at his cheeks, there was just something about him and I- I promised myself that I didn’t want it to be anything else. I was happy with the life I was living, with Chris in our apartment. With Felix as my best friend and nothing else. The butterflies that fluttered happily whenever he touched me could fly up and clog in my throat, to suffocate me completely for all I cared, I wasn’t going to destroy either of the precious relationships I had.  “Babe, you sure you’re ok? You’re drifting away again” Chris leaned over me with pursed lips, just looking at me with that wrinkle between his brows that I hated, because it only appeared when he was really worried. “I’m fine… I just… I think I’m a bit tired” I answered, closed my eyes and buried my nose against his collarbone. “You’re not getting a fever, are you?” He placed a big, warm hand against my forehead, and I leaned into his touch, humming something incoherent as an answer, the familiar smell of his cologne made me sleepy and I used that familiarity, the love and trust he radiated as an eraser. Started at the top of the mental image I had of my best friend and swiped with large motions until the only thing that was left was his smile and the mental image of myself swallowed hard as it hesitated before it reached out and erased that too.  - “I feel like this is an unnecessary long hug”  “Don’t complain, I’m not the sweaty one at the moment”  Felix chuckled softly against me, a twinkle in his eyes from the words he uttered, voice breaking a little and he cleared his throat as I let him go, reached for the water bottle I handled to him and emptied almost half of it in one go. I opened my mouth and he rolled his eyes before I even said anything, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, “I know, dehydration is bad, yada yada”  I smiled back, couldn’t help myself as I watched him, cheeks flushed and chest still heaving. Sweat in the roots of the baby hairs in his forehead, dripping down his template and collecting on his cupids bow and chin. It was afternoon, sometime after 4 and I’d just gotten off work when I decided to surprise him at dance practise. Knew his daily schedule as well as my own, where he was and what he was doing and stifled a giggle behind my mouth earlier, when he saw me come through the door to the arena they trained in, almost missed the beat and send me a dirty look when he did so. His familiar sweet smile still breaking through just seconds later though when I stuck out my tongue at him.  “Did you have anything in mind, or did you just want to see me?” He asked and combed back his hair from his forehead, and I know I zoned out for a second too much, watching him with awkward admiration, when he looked away,  “I’m gonna shower first, don’t worry. I know I look gross”  I opened my mouth to protest but quickly closed it again. Didn’t want to add fuel to the fire that burned bright in my heart when the freckles on his face came through even brighter as the flush from his face slowly disappeared.  Twenty minutes later and we’re walking out the door of the school arena. The weather was nice and warm for the season, enough to wear jeans and a sweater, but still almost chilly enough to have a jacket as well and I was thankful that I decided to bring one with me. Felix combed back his hair again as we walked towards the parking lot, still a bit wet from the shower, while he closed his eyes momentarily to enjoy the soft, cool breeze. My hand itched to hold his, to get as close as I possibly could within the limitations of our friendship. I gripped the jacket I had thrown over my arm tighter instead while digging through the pockets to find my car key. He threw his bag in the back seat and like he usually did, seemed to have read my mind, because he interlaced our hands the moment, I’d driven out of the school zone. A soft smile on his lips when I glanced over at him. He opened his mouth, a wrinkle between his brows and I answered before he asked, “I missed you, and I know that you’ve been busy, coming up with the choreography and then learning it but-” “It’s been empty without you too” He finished and squeezed my hand, “So you decided-” “To go out and get dinner. Nothing fancy-” “Or else you wouldn’t have picked me up just after practise” I nodded and focused back on the road, needing to pay full attention to the busy afternoon. A few minutes passed in silence as he looked out the window and I fought my way through the traffic. Some kind of indie pop music played on the radio and he hummed along with some songs he was familiar with before suddenly speaking up again, “Noona?”  I hummed to signal that I listed as he continued, and even though I couldn’t look at him at the moment, I could still hear how he talked with a pout on his lips, “Thank you, I have been-” “Working hard, and don’t you dare say anything else” I finished off and Felix just nodded, and didn’t say anything else, even though I felt how much he wanted to protest. I parked at our favourite restaurant with a soft sigh. It was a diamond in the rough, open 24/7, that we kept hidden from our friends and family. Just to have a secret place to ourselves that we could go to at any time of the day, without accidentally running into someone. The main chef and owner greeted us at the door, confirmed that we wanted the usual and we sat down at our regular place at the window while we waited. Felix fiddled with a napkin and I pursed my lips in thought, watched how his fingers folded the same paper plane over and over until I got tired of his restlessness and decided to just break the ice. “What’s wrong?” He paused for a second, didn’t look up and the furrow that rested on his brow send them deeper in thought over his eyes, before he continued with the same plane model and I sighed deep while leaning forward, placed my hand on his to stop his fiddling and he looked up to meet my eyes, “What if I’m not good enough?” There was pain hidden in the brown of them and I winced on the inside. Hated to see my overall happy best friend in such a bad mood. Hated that I understood exactly how he felt that he didn’t have to say another word when he slumped against the backrest, slipped down on the chair slightly and rubbed his face with a tired motion.  “You are, though. Even if you don’t think so yourself. You received the opportunity for a reason. It’s all paid for, a whole six months to train with the best in the industry. Do you really think that such an opportunity would be handled out to just about anyone?”  He looked out the window, crossed his arms over his chest and I wanted to reach out again. To hold him for hours and tell him over and over again that he was amazing. That he was more than enough.  “No but-” He mumbled under his breath. “No buts. I know that it’s easy to say, since I can’t dance to save my life, but you are perfect. Best in your school and probably in the district. No one can deny that. It’s your choreography everyone’s dancing to. You’re the one in lead. Didn’t you hear the applause from the gallery when you were finished? People were screaming” “I heard your applause from the gallery” He muttered, ears slightly reddened from my reassurance and I tugged on his arm to undo the crossing across his chest. He pursed his lips, inhaled deeply before letting go and let me place my hand in his to give him a small squeeze.  My heart hammered in my chest from the heavy but bright feeling that simmered in my stomach when he looked back at me from underneath his fringe. A silent exchange of- not words but what only could resemble that, between us. Seconds passed and he gave me a small smile. Of appreciation, of the love between two close friends and I smiled back, while his thumb stroked down over the knuckles on my hand. 

[sinanmurad]

For even more than 40 years Raffi, the folk singer-turned-rock celebrity to children, has been singing songs to delight the young at heart - CBS Information

He may not look like a rock star, but also for a certain much shorter fanbase, Raffi is simply that. "I'm the lucky person whose tracks apparently delight youngsters," he said.

He's been playing kids's songs for even more than 40 years, has actually been chosen for three Grammy Honors; marketed greater than 15 million documents, and also has the generations of fans to confirm it.

"I suggest, this has simply been remarkable," said one woman. "We increased our children on Raffi. And now we're raising our grandkids on Raffi. We just love it."

Raffi informed contributor Serena Altschul, "The kids are having all kinds of fun, however so are the adults now, 'cause they're remembering their own youths."

Raffi's childhood began in Egypt, where he was birthed Raffi Cavoukian in 1948. In the hope of a far better life, his daddy determined to move his minority Armenian-Christian family out of the nation when Raffi was simply ten years old

"He really felt that intense future had not been feasible staying behind in Egypt," Raffi stated. "He loved his kids, and also he concerned Canada for us to live in a totally free country."

He required to his adopted nation promptly: "Oh my God, I required to ice hockey. I didn't play it, 'cause I was a tubby little Armenian child! I loved the National Hockey Organization games on tv."

But it was the songs he uncovered on the radio that really changed his life: "It was not only Motown, yet it was Pete Seeger and Peter, Paul, and Mary, and also Gordon Lightfoot, Joni Mitchell. Oh, my God!"

A teen in the '60s, he was captured up in the expanding Toronto folk scene, quickly choosing up a guitar himself. "I intended to end up being someone like a James Taylor," he claimed.

He struggled to make ends meet playing songs. Then by coincidence, he was welcomed to bet youngsters at a regional nursery college.

"Yeah, I got on the flooring and also I was singing tunes that my then-wife had actually shown me. Evidently, I did well with the youngsters as well as I was asked to return and sing once again for them.

"As well as the $10 I got assisted in those days!"

His very first album, "Singable Songs for the Really Young," was released in 1976. It was a blockbuster.

It brought about 20 more cds of young child classics, from "The Even More We Obtain Together" to "Bananaphone":

... as well as particularly his most famous song, "Child Beluga":

Baby beluga in the deep blue sea Swim so wild as well as you swim so free Paradise over and also the sea below And also a little white whale on the go

"The song was influenced by a whale in captivity in an aquarium," he stated. "As well as yet, the track established the whale cost-free. And also there's something about, 'Is the water heat? Is your momma home with you?' Now, I do not recognize what a little kid listens to when they hear that, yet there should be something, you precognitive attaching with them."

And also he's still connecting with kids today, by launching new songs and exploring around North America.You can stream Raffi's cd"Pet dog on the Floor"by clicking the installed below (Cost-free Spotify enrollment required to listen to the tracks completely ): Raffi spends his downtime at his home in

the beauty and also privacy of Salt Springtime Island, British Columbia. He first was available in 2008. And you can find him every Saturday at the farmer's market, manning a table for his charitable, the Raffi Structure for Child Honouring, which promotes for placing children's requirements initially when taking on ecological and social problems.But as long as children love Raffi, and also the other way around, he determined not to have youngsters of his very own.

"People are constantly shocked by this, "claimed Altschul." Well, at that time, when my spouse as well as I discussed it, long period of time ago, we were always around children(she was a preschool educator as well as I was entertaining children), we simply really felt that we really did not require kids of our own. And also we determined to recognize that sensation. It was simply that easy. ""And also you have kids-- they're just not biologically your kids. ""Exactly."And also he can count Altschul's own daughter Vivian as one of them! For even more info: Tale created by Amol Mhatre.

This content was originally published here.

[captainsbabysitter-blog]

Stars Collide

Rating: Teenish for some swearing

Warnings: My sad attempts at writing bipolar disorder, child neglect, very brief reference to abuse

Pairing: Reference to future Chris/Phil

Length: 4091 words

Summary: So here’s the long-teased prequel of Christmas Cheer and I Couldn’t Leave Him, found here in my Double Trouble Masterlist. A young Chris deals with bouncing around the foster care system and starting his family of choice. Erin in name stolen blatantly from @gracieminabox and her Horizons Universe which if you haven’t read through her stuff I dunno what you’re doing.

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The first memory Chris had of his mother was at the age of five, trying to rouse her from bed. Both hands were pointing up on the clock and they were supposed to go the playground that day, but she was still curled up under the thin blanket.

“Mama’s just really tired today, baby,” She mumbled. “Go play in your room.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but she looked so sleepy that the words died on his tongue and he went to the kitchen to get himself some cereal instead. The milk didn’t smell so good so he settled in on the couch with his bowl to munch handfuls of dry, off-brand Cap’n Crunch. Bugs Bunny and his over the top antics couldn’t quite quell the niggling thought that something was wrong.

It took a few days for her to bounce back, but bounce back she did in a big way. Chris came home from preschool to a strong smell of cleaner and the whole place was nearly spotless. A few steps in and he was met with a chiding, “Take your shoes off!” and the look in her eyes almost scared him. They were wide and alive with a kind of focus Chris couldn’t remember ever seeing in her before.

The pattern repeated. She’d be okay for a while- months sometimes- but something would always make her spiral. Sometimes she’d fly so high, but Chris hated those times the most. Those days, he’d often come home to his ball cap hanging off the doorknob with a bag that always had a jar of peanut butter and cracker. He didn’t understand the sounds that came from inside the house, but he knew he wasn’t supposed to go in so he ate the crackers and wandered around the neighborhood until one of the neighbors eventually pulled him inside for dinner and put him to bed in their guest room. On nights when they didn’t, he’d pillow his head with his hat and settle in wherever he happened to feel like it.

That’s how he noticed the stars. As he lay awake staring up at the sky, he marveled at the way it seemed to come alive with a billion points of light the second the sun dipped below the horizon.

One day, not long after his sixth birthday, he came home to find a strange car in the driveway. His hat was nowhere to be found, so he just shrugged to himself and walked in. The quiet murmurs of voices from the kitchen drew him in. A woman was sitting at the table with his mother, a notebook in her hands and she looked so serious.

His mom’s eyes were rimmed red and dried tear tracks streaked her cheeks, but she gave him a weak smile when she saw him there. “Chris, baby… Come over here.”

She lifted him up into her lap and held him close, face burrowing into fluffy curls with a shaky breath. He twisted in her arms to look up at her as he asked, “What’s wrong, mama?”

“I’ve gotta go away for a while, baby. I’m sick and I’m gonna go somewhere where I can get better.”

He wanted to say he didn’t know what she was talking about, but the last year was more than proof enough that something was wrong with her. The woman across the table watched him piece things together until he finally spoke again, “Where am I gonna go?”

“This nice lady? Her name is Beth and she’s gonna bring you to live with another family until I’m better. Then we can be a family again.”

“Your mom is going to help you pack some things so we can get going,” Beth added, her tone so much gentler than her expression. “There’s a foster family lined up for you already.”

That first foster home was okay. Not great, but okay. The Guillmette’s were nice enough, but they were one of maybe five foster homes in the area so their space and resources were stretched thin. He shared a room with five other boys, the room they were in large enough to fit three bunk beds, a couple dressers, and that’s about it. It was crowded, loud, no one had any privacy, and the process of everyone getting up in the morning was so rushed that Chris just waited until everyone else left the room before he even attempted to climb down from his bunk.

Between the sounds of the boys roughhousing and the three girls down the hall shrieking at each other for some offense or another, Chris found himself tucking away in the library down the road until the lights dimmed and the wizened librarian told him it was time to go home more often than not. He would ask his foster mother to pack him a lunch- almost always a peanut butter and jelly with an apple in his Disney lunch box- and he’d make his way to the library where his nose was buried in any book his could get his hands on.

It’s where he decided he’d be a scientist one day. He couldn’t even read a lot of the words in the books he pulled from the shelves, but illustrations of the stars drew him in and he puzzled through as much as he could for days on end.

He was there for nearly a year.

Really, he was excited to go back home. His mother was on a pill that helped her a lot and those days where she couldn’t move out of bed were mostly a thing of the past. Gone, too, were the days of him coming home to peanut butter and crackers on the door and the nights of tucking in at the neighbors’. Things seemed almost normal.

Until the day he came home and she was tucked away in her room. After a couple days, he gave in and called Beth; if she helped last time, maybe she could help now.

His second foster home wasn’t as nice. It was less crowded, but it was in the middle of nowhere on a huge farm and he was expected to help out with the chores every morning. The sun wasn’t even up yet the first morning he was roused from slumber to drag heavy buckets out to the animals. When the bucket spilled from his hands, sending feed everywhere, the other kids just stared at him. He had welts on his behind by the time he left for school that made sitting in class torturous.

The pattern repeated itself year after year. His mama would spend time at the asylum, get on her medication and get better, they’d both go back home and be okay for a while, but she would always stop taking her medication when she was feeling good for a while. It didn’t matter that her doctors always said she had to keep taking it.

Beth was replaced with Eliza who was replaced by Alice. It didn’t seem like his social workers stuck around for long before another fresh-faced, well-intentioned person would take the place of harried, overworked workers experiencing burnout long before they hit retirement. Chris didn’t really bother letting himself get too attached after Beth left around the time he hit the age of eleven. He never let himself get attached to his foster families. Inevitably, he’d be sent back to his mother or be bounced to a different house and he’d never hear from any of them again. The library of whatever town he lived in became his only stability.

Then came the day that changed it all. Eliza showed up for her usual appointment and asked to speak to him alone. He was twelve, and not really sure what to expect.

“Chris… I know we said you would be going home soon, but…” She bit her lip and tried to find the right words. “Your mother is being committed indefinitely. Do you know what that means?”

“That she’s not coming home this time,” he answered dully, brain not fully wrapping around the idea. “Am I staying here?”

“For now, yes. You’re going to be put up for adoption, and you might end up in a different home on a more permanent basis. Do you have any questions?”

“No, ma’am…”

It wasn’t until he hit his teen years that he finally made a friend that wasn’t a librarian. He was hidden away in his usual corner until someone settled in on the other side of the couch. Mousy brown hair, glasses with frames so large they practically covered her face, and a hand-me-down striped shirt that probably belonged to an older brother or cousin at some point scrunched up over her hands while she read.

“I’m Erin,” she offered when she noticed him looking at her. “You mind if I sit here?”

“Chris… Go ahead, I guess,” he shrugged and buried his nose deeper into his book.

After a while of silence, Erin piped up again, “What’re you reading?”

“A book on astrophysics…”

“So that’s what? Stars and stuff?”

“Pretty much.”

She wrinkled her nose. “But it’s so dark and cold up there. Fish are cooler.”

Now he knew he probably wasn’t getting back to his book. “We’re in the desert. Where the hell would you even find fish that aren’t in the pet store?”

“I’m not gonna be here forever, you know. Are you?”

“No. I’m gonna go to MIT and be a scientist. Study space.”

“Where’s MIT?”

“Boston. It’s a really hard school to get into.”

“Is that why you’re here so much?”

That made him look up again. “How do you know I’m here a lot?”

Erin shrugged and pushed her glasses back up her nose. “Because I’m here a lot, too. You sit here all the time. You can go back to reading now I’ll be quiet. Promise.”

That first day turned into several weeks of the two of them reading mostly in silence. The silence evolved into talking about what they were reading. Quiet discussions in the library turned into Chris reading through Erin’s short stories while she edited his essays. He helped her with science and math while she walked him through the finer points of Shakespeare.

Their sophomore year found them in the same school. Chris had been moved to yet another foster home that finally put him in the same school district as his best, and really only friend. All their classes matched up and their library sessions turned into partnering up for homework.

On one such day, Chris found himself curious in a more biological way. Erin had blossomed a little over the summer and her flat chest had swelled to a nice B-cup. Her hair was always pinned up in a messy bun and her glasses were still too big for her face, but… Something about her was really appealing to Chris.

“Hey Erin?”

“Hm?” She hummed as she gnawed her way through yet another pencil while puzzling over her current writing project.

“Can I kiss you?”

Wary eyes scrutinized him for several long moments. “Why?”

“I dunno… We’ve known each other for years and you’re pretty and easy to talk to and I just think it’d be nice?” He would have continued, but warm, slightly chapped lips were suddenly pressed against his, silencing whatever babbling ramble would have come out next.

It was nice, but something didn’t feel right. They pulled apart almost as quickly as they had come together.

“I don’t think that was right,” Erin said softly.

“No… Me either,” Chris agreed and rubbed at the back of his neck. “Are we… Did I fuck this all up?”

“No, Chris, you didn’t. We’re just not gonna kiss again,” she shrugged and went back to her notebook. “I figured that would happen.”

“What that I’d wanna kiss you or that we wouldn’t like it?”

“Little bit of both. And I don’t think you like-like me anyway. You’re too comfortable with me and when you like someone you act like an idiot. Like when you went out with that girl Andrea last year.”

The memory still burned. Clumsy kisses and shy hand-holding with Andrea crashed and burned when she found out he was a foster kid. Not a brand of heartbreak he was keen to experience again.

“And I take it you don’t like-like me either…”

“No, I don’t,” she agreed before her tone softened to barely above a whisper, “I don’t even think I like men…”

Stunned silence reigned as every thought process in Chris’ brain came to a screeching halt. He stared at her and Erin shrank in on herself as she waited for a reaction.

“No wonder you wanna get outta here,” Chris finally managed. When Erin’s head snapped up to stare at him, he offered up a weak smile. “Don’t worry… Your secret’s safe with me. Promise.”

“But… Why?”

“You’re still Erin? And I’m not exactly in the position to throw away my only friend over something like that.”

He wasn’t expecting the armful of Erin he suddenly had, nor was he really sure what to do. What he ultimately settled for was awkwardly patting her on the back. Before he really knew what he was saying, he added, “And you could always come to Boston with me. Boston marriages are a thing, right?”

So maybe he deserved that elbow to the ribs. And the muttered ‘jackass’ that followed. Not even for a second did he think that the following year, he’d be thrilled to have someone to commiserate with.

His name was Andrew and he was absolutely beautiful. Being sixteen and having enough hormones coursing through his system to strangle all sense from his brain, Chris spent a lot of time in class shooting the other boy longing looks that would have made Erin roll her eyes if she weren’t so busy making the same exact eyes at a new girl in their class named Emily.

“So I think I like men, too,” he announced one day during a study session.

“No shit, Sherlock. What was your first clue?” Erin countered without even glancing up from her history textbook.”You okay with it?”

“Yeah… I think so anyway. I know I can’t exactly tell anyone else. God, if I said anything to Bob or Annie, I’d be tossed out on my ass. Good thing I won’t be their problem in about a year and a half…”

Spending your whole life studying wasn’t too bad when the alternative was to be like some of his foster siblings. At least one of them spent his afternoons behind the dumpster at the local diner scoring whatever drug of the week he was on, and another was barely passing high school. The fourteen year old seemed to be on track to go into trade school in the future, but there was nothing wrong with that. He’d make more of himself than the others at least.

Another bonus was that even if his foster parents barely gave a shit about any of them, his teachers were acutely interested in his future. He kept his head down, did his work, busted his ass through science fairs and even went as far as to take a college class or two through the local community college his senior year. All to sit in Erin’s living room staring at the envelope in his hands, fingers shaking as he carefully ripped it open.

“Dear Mr. Pike… Thank you for your interest in the Massachusetts Institute of Technology’s astrophysics program. It’s our pleasure to inform you that you’ve been accepted… Holy shit, Erin I’m in!”

“You are! Chrissy that’s amazing!” She hugged him tightly, both grinning ear to ear before pulling back and picking up her own envelope from Wellesley. “Now it’s my turn… I’m… I’m in, too. We’re both going to Boston!”

The two of them laughed and hugged each other tightly. When they were done, each settled back onto the couch to read the details of their paperwork. Chris could barely focus on the words his eyes skimmed until he came to a later page. “Erin… I’m going in on full scholarship. Room, board, all that.”

“You’ve worked hard for it. C’mon, let’s fill all this out so we can send it back and keep our spots.”

The rest of the year was a blur. Nothing that happened down there seemed to matter to him unless it had to do with Erin and before they knew it, the two of them were packing up their belongings into Erin’s VW bus and preparing for a cross-country drive from Mojave to Boston. Erin’s parents seemed more at ease knowing Chris was going with their daughter.

“And you’ll call us when you get there?” Her mother asked anxiously.

“We’re stopping at a motel or two along the way and we’ll call you when we stop for gas,” Erin promised while Chris tossed the last of her stuff in. “And with Chris’ route, we should be there in about three days.”

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t drive us off the road, ma’am,” Chris adds, ignoring the dirty look Erin shot his way.

“Thank you, Chris. You two drive safe.”

The drive itself was dull. Music played over the radio and Chris spent most of their time on the road making sure they were following the route he’d plotted out. Any long stretch of highway was spent making plans for Boston.

“We’ll only be about half an hour away from each other, right? So we’ll meet up for homework and coffee? At least once a week, right?”

“At least,” Chris agreed. “And we can find a good library spot to claim.”

“Bookworm buddies unite! One day, when I’m a famous author and you’re the next Stephen Hawking, we’ll go back to Mojave and be superstars.”

“Why the hell would I ever go back to Mojave?”

“For me, mostly.”

“Assuming I don’t drive you away with my stunning personality between now and then, sure.”

If she rolled her eyes any harder, Chris was sure they’d come out of her skull. “If you haven’t driven me off in the last five years, I’m pretty sure you’re stuck with me, Chrissy.”

“You say that now.”

“I say that always.”

Boston was a whirlwind of activity once they got there. The first few weeks, they managed to break their promise to meet up. Chris’ program didn’t waste any time kicking his ass, and Erin almost immediately found herself suddenly the center of a lot of female attention (turned out those womens college rumors were accurate). They both had their hands full, but managed a phone call once a week.

Winter break found them bundled up in the corner of a cafe about halfway between their two campuses. Erin had her girlfriend McKenzie tucked into the booth beside her and Chris listened in entertained silence as the two of them regaled him with their chance meeting and Erin spent more than her fair share of time griping about her finals.

“What about you, Chrissy? Your finals go okay? You get any of your grades yet?”

He groaned and dropped his head to the table. “Even with your help, that literature class probably kicked my ass… I think I kept my grade up enough to keep my scholarship, though. Hopefully.”

“I’m sure you did. You sent me your final draft and I thought it was a pretty good read. About as good as can be expected from a physics student whose brain works faster than the mouth that has to trip along behind it.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

He ended up passing just fine and while Erin flew back home for Christmas, Chris stuck around in Boston. Spring semester started with three snowstorms, delaying the first day of all four of his classes until the second week. The extra time was spent getting ahead on the reading and his notes, hoping his professors would start from chapter one so it wouldn’t be time wasted.

That second week, he found a flyer in the library. Carl Sagan would be at Boston College the first week of February and MIT had a few tickets reserved. He made a beeline for the front desk and asked about securing himself one. No way in hell would he miss out on that presentation if he could help it and the second he had the stub in his hand, Chris raced back to his dorm to tuck it safely away in his physics book.

Now Chris wasn’t a vain man. He didn’t really have the luxury to be, but the day he was set to take the bus over to Chestnut Hill, Christopher Pike spent a solid half hour staring critically at his two button down shirts hanging in the tiny closet of his dorm. There ultimately wasn’t any real reason behind choosing the white shirt; it just seemed like the best choice. Chris shrugged it on and grabbed his wallet and keys on his way out the door.

Three hundred and thirty-eight acres is a maze when you’ve never set foot on the campus before. Chris grumbled to himself and stood in the courtyard as he tried to piece his way through figuring out where he needed to be. That process was interrupted rather rudely by someone else barreling into him.

“What the fuck?” He yelped while barely managing to keep from ending up on his ass. A second later, he was swearing up a storm as hot liquid seeped into the fabric of his shirt and burned his skin.

“Oh shit! God I’m so sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going!” If the guy wasn’t so cute, Chris probably would have decked him. “I’m really really sorry but I’m running late um… Here take my card and just call me later I promise I’ll pay to clean your shirt okay?”

Before Chris could even get a word out, the guy was off like a shot and he was left wondering if that had even happened. The still hot feeling of the coffee soaking into his shirt was the only proof he had that it was real. After he made his way into a bathroom and shucked off his white shirt, he debated what to do for about half a second then just stuffed the damn thing in the trash and zipped up the hoodie he wore under his coat to hide his bare chest.

He didn’t even think about the guy that ran into him until he was back home later that night. The card was tucked in his wallet with the name Philip Boyce and a phone number. From the caduceus on the card, Chris assumed this Phil must be a doctor or a med student at the college.

Would it be worth it to call the guy over a $2 shirt? He was pretty good looking from the brief glimpse Chris caught of him, so maybe he’d get lucky enough to learn he was into guys.

“Fuck it,” he muttered to himself and grabbed the phone. After a few rings, a voice answered on the other end. “Yeah, is this Philip Boyce? Um… My name is Chris. You, uh… You ran into me earlier? In the courtyard at Boston College?”

“Oh! Right. Yeah I’m really sorry about that I was late for class and the professor is a real stickler for punctuality. How much do I owe you for the shirt?”

“About that… I was thinking maybe… You could buy me a coffee sometime instead?”

“Absolutely! Wait… Do you mean like a date? Or just coffee?”

A quick beat passed where a million possibilities flew through Chris’ head at once. Would this guy be okay with it? Would Chris show up expecting a date and get jumped instead? “A… Whatever you wanna call it, I guess.”

“A date, then. I’m swamped this week, but what about next Saturday?”

“Sounds great. I… Guess I’ll see you then? Um… I don’t really know that area well I go to MIT so where should I meet you?”

“How about I go to you? There’s a cafe on campus, right? And probably about a dozen in spitting distance.”

“Yeah… I go to Forbes a lot. I could meet you there?” Chris offered, still not believing the turn the day was taking.

“I’ll meet you there at 3?”

“That’s… Yeah okay. 3. I’ll see you then.” The second the other line went dead, Chris dialed Erin’s number. “Erin? You’re not gonna believe what happened.”

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  NRS 434 Topic 1 Dq 1

 Discuss disparities related to ethnic and cultural groups relative to low birth weight infants and preterm births. Describe the impact of extremely low birth weight babies on the family and on the community (short-term and long-term, including economic considerations, on-going care considerations, and co-morbidities associated with prematurity). Identify at least one support service within your community for preterm infants and their family. Provide the link for your colleagues to view. Does the service adequately address needs of this population? Explain your answer.

   NRS 434 Topic 1 Dq 2

     You are the registered nurse performing a health assessment on a newborn infant. From the functional health pattern portion of the assessment, you learn the mother is reluctant to breastfeed her baby. How do you respond? Explain the approach you will take to ensure adequate nutrition for the newborn, with or without breastfeeding. Provide rationale for your answer.

      NRS 434 Topic 1 Environmental Factors and Health Promotion Pamphlet: Accident Prevention and Safety Promotion for Parents and Caregivers of Infants

   Details:

 To prepare for this assignment view the following brief video from the American Medical Association titled, “Health Literacy and Patient Safety: Help Patients Understand.” The video can be accessed through the following link:https://youtu.be/cGtTZ_vxjyAPart I: Pamphlet

1.     Develop a pamphlet to inform parents and caregivers about environmental factors that can affect the health of infants.

2.     Use the “Pamphlet Template” document to help you create your pamphlet. Include the following:

3.     Select an environmental factor that poses a threat to the health or safety of infants.

4.     Explain how the environmental factor you selected can potentially affect the health or safety of infants.

5.     Offer recommendations on accident prevention and safety promotion as they relate to the selected environmental factor and the health or safety of infants.

6.     Offer examples, interventions, and suggestions from evidence-based research. A minimum of three scholarly resources are required.

7.     Provide readers with two community resources, a national resource, and a Web-based resource. Include a brief description and contact information for each resource.

8.     In developing your pamphlet, take into consideration the healthcare literacy level of your target audience.

Part II: Pamphlet Sharing Experience

1.     Share the pamphlet you have developed with a parent of an infant child. The parent may be a person from your neighborhood, a parent of an infant from a child-care center in your community, or a parent from another organization, such as a church group with which you have an affiliation.

2.     Provide a written summary of the teaching / learning interaction. Include in your summary:

3.     Demographical information of the parent and child (age, gender, ethnicity, educational level).

4.     Description of parent response to teaching.

5.     Assessment of parent understanding.

6.     Your impressions of the experience; what went well, what can be improved.

Submit Part I and Part II of the Accident Prevention and Safety Promotion for Parents and Caregivers of Infants assignment by the end of Topic 1.

While APA format is not required for the body of this assignment, solid academic writing is expected and in-text citations and references should be presented using APA documentation guidelines, which can be found in the APA Style Guide, located in the Student Success Center.

This assignment uses a rubric. Please review the rubric prior to beginning the assignment to become familiar with the expectations for successful completion.

You are required to submit this assignment to LopesWrite. Please refer to the directions in the Student Success Center.

NRS-434VN-R-Pamphlet-Template-Student.docx

    NRS 434 Topic 2 Dq 1

    Max Points: 5.0

 Child abuse and maltreatment is not limited to a particular age and can occur in the infant, toddler, preschool, and school-age years. Choose one of the four age groups (infant, toddler, preschool, or school age) and discuss the types of abuse that are most often seen in this age. Discuss warning signs and physical and emotional assessment findings the nurse may see that could indicate child abuse. Discuss cultural variations of health practices that can be misidentified as child abuse. Describe the reporting mechanism in your state and nurse responsibilities related to the reporting of suspected child abuse.

  NRS 434 Topic 2 Dq 2

   Max Points: 5.0

 Research children’s health issues, focusing on environmental factors and links to poverty.  The assessment of environmental processes includes agents and factors that predispose communities and populations to injury, illness, and death. What correlations did your research show between environmental and health issues in the school-aged child? Make sure to include references to the article(s) you consulted.

  NRS 434VN Topic 2 Assignment Assessment of the Child: Functional Health Pattern Analysis Worksheet

   Details:

In this assignment, you will be exploring actual and potential health problems in the childhood years using a functional health assessment and Erickson’s Stages of Child Development. To complete this assignment, do the following:

1.     Using the textbook, complete the “Children’s Functional Health Pattern Assessment.” Follow the instructions in the resource for completing the assignment.

2.     Cite and reference any outside sources used in your answers. Include in your assessment a thorough discussion of Erickson’s Stages of Child Development as it pertains to the development age of the child.

While APA format is not required for the body of this assignment, solid academic writing is expected and in-text citations and references should be presented using APA documentation guidelines, which can be found in the APA Style Guide, located in the Student Success Center.

This assignment uses a rubric. Please review the rubric prior to beginning the assignment to become familiar with the expectations for successful completion.

You are not required to submit this assignment to Turnitin.

  NRS 434 Topic 2 Collaborative Learning Community (CLC) Agreement

  Details: As a group, complete the “Collaborative Learning Community (CLC) Agreement.”You are not required to submit this assignment to LopesWrite.NRS-434VN-R-CLC-Agreement-Student.docx

   NRS 434 Topic 3 Dq 1

  As adolescents separate from their parents and gain a sense of control, sometimes they are unable to balance stresses. As a result, depression may occur, and, at times, suicide may be the outcome. Choose the topic of either adolescent depression or adolescent suicide. Discuss contributing factors and signs and symptoms that may be observed or assessed in these clients. Describe primary, secondary, and tertiary methods of health prevention for this topic. Research community and state resources and describe at least two of these for your chosen topic. What nursing interventions could you use to assist an adolescent you suspect is depressed beyond referring the adolescent to a state or community resource?

  NRS 434 Topic 3 Dq 2

  Adolescent pregnancy is viewed as a high-risk situation due to the serious health risks that this creates for the mother, the baby, and society at large. Describe various risk factors or precursors to adolescent pregnancy. Research community and state resources devoted in adolescent pregnancy and describe at least two of these resources. Research the teen pregnancy rates for the last 10 years for your state and community. Has this rate increased or decreased? Discuss possible reasons for an increase or decrease.

  NRS 434VN Topic 3 Assignment Health Screening and History of an Adolescent or Young Adult Client

 Details:

 In this assignment, you will be completing a comprehensive health screening and history on a young adult. To complete this assignment, do the following:

Select an adolescent or young adult client on whom to perform a health screening and history. Students who do not work in an acute setting may “practice” these skills with a patient, community member, neighbor, friend, colleague, or loved one.

Complete the “Health History and Screening of an Adolescent or Young Adult Client” worksheet.

Complete the assignment as outlined on the worksheet, including:

1.     Biographical data

2.     Past health history

3.     Family history: Obstetrics history (if applicable) and well young adult behavioral health history screening

4.     Review of systems

5.     All components of the health history

6.     Three nursing diagnoses for this client based on the health history and screening (one actual nursing diagnosis, one wellness nursing diagnosis, and one “risk for” nursing diagnosis)

7.     Rationale for the choice of each nursing diagnosis.

8.     A wellness plan for the adolescent/young adult client, using the three nursing diagnoses you have identified.

Format the write-up in a manner that is easily read, computer-generated, neat, and without spelling errors. Use correct acronyms or abbreviations when indicated.

While APA format is not required for the body of this assignment, solid academic writing is expected and in-text citations and references should be presented using APA documentation guidelines, which can be found in the APA Style Guide, located in the Student Success Center.

This assignment uses a rubric. Please review the rubric prior to beginning the assignment to become familiar with the expectations for successful completion.

You are not required to submit this assignment to Turnitin.

 NRS 434 Topic 4 Dq 1

 Using the patient information provided, respond to the following questions: (a) What cultural considerations are important for you to remember while you interview Ms. Li? (b) What is the abuse assessment screen? (c) If abuse is discovered, what should you do?

Patient Information:

Patient: Sue Li

Age: 20

Ethnicity: Asian American

  NRS 434 Topic 4 Dq 2

  For the middle-aged adult, exercise can reduce the risk of various health problems. Choose three health issues that regular physical exercise and activity can help prevent and manage. Discuss the prevalence of each of these health problems in society today. Describe measures that you would take as a nurse to assist clients with health promotion measures to incorporate exercise and physical activity into their lives. Include the kind of activities you would recommend, the amount of exercise, and the approach you would use to gain cooperation from the client. Support your response with evidence-based literature.

  NRS 434VN Topic 4 CLC – Health Promotion Presentation: Adult Clients With Childhood Diseases

 Details:

 This is a Collaborative Learning Community (CLC) assignment.

In this group assignment, you will be developing a presentation on childhood diseases that exist in adults. To complete this assignment, access the “Collaborative Learning Community: Health Promotion Presentation” resource.

While APA style format is not required for the body of this assignment, solid academic writing is expected and in-text citations and references should be presented using APA documentation guidelines, which can be found in the APA Style Guide, located in the Student Success Center.

This assignment uses a rubric. Please review the rubric prior to beginning the assignment to become familiar with the expectations for successful completion.

You are not required to submit this assignment to Turnitin.

 NRS 434 Topic 5 Dq 1

 Describe the elements of a comprehensive health assessment of a geriatric patient. What special considerations should the nurse keep in mind while performing this assessment?

 NRS 434 Topic 5 Dq 3

  Max Points: 3.0

Post your Movie Character Health Assessment Presentation on the Main Forum. Respond to other students’ posts in a manner that initiates or contributes to discussion. Each person should make at least three substantive comments.

 NRS 434VN Topic 5 Assignment Benchmark – Individual Client Health History and Examination

 Details:

 In this assignment, you will be completing a health assessment on an older adult. To complete this assignment, do the following:

1.     Perform a health history on an older adult. Students who do not work in an acute setting may “practice” these skills with a patient, community member, neighbor, friend, colleague, or loved one. (If an older individual is not available, you may choose a younger individual).

2.     Complete a physical examination of the client using the “Health History and Examination” assignment resource. Use the “Functional Health Pattern Assessment” resource as a guideline to assist you in completing the template.

3.     Document findings of complete physical examination in Situation-Background-Assessment-Recommendation (SBAR) format. Refer to the sample SBAR Template located on the National Nurse Leadership Council website at https://www.ihs.gov/nnlc/includes/themes/newihstheme/display_objects/documents/resources/SBARTEMPLATE.pdfas a guide.

4.     Document the findings of the physical examination in the assessment worksheet.

5.     Using the “Health History and Examination” assignment resource, provide the physical examination findings summary with planned interventions for the client. Include any community services in the interventions.

APA format is not required, but solid academic writing is expected.

This assignment uses a rubric. Please review the rubric prior to beginning the assignment to become familiar with the expectations for successful completion.

You are not required to submit this assignment to Turnitin.

 NRS 434VN Topic 5 Assignment Movie Character Health Assessment Presentation

 Details:

In this assignment, you will be creating a PowerPoint presentation based on the application of the functional health assessment of a movie character. To complete this assignment, choose a movie from the following list and identify a character from the movie on whom you would like to do a health assessment. If you wish to use a character from a movie not included on the following list, get the approval of your instructor.

Films:

1.     Away From Her

2.     Lorenzo’s Oil

3.     Mask

4.     My Sister’s Keeper

5.     Philadelphia

6.     Rain Man

7.     Steel Magnolias

8.     Stepmom

9.     The Elephant Man

10.   The Mighty

11.   The Tic Code

Directions:

1.     Create a PowerPoint presentation of 10-12 slides using the template “Movie Character Presentation.”

2.     Provide an introduction and background overview of the movie character (client).

3.     Assess the client using the “Functional Health Pattern Assessment.”

4.     Based on your “observations” and thoughts, document your assessment, providing examples from the movie.

5.     Describe any observed or potential cultural, geographic, religious, ethnic, or spiritual considerations of this client.

6.     Describe two normal health patterns of the client as well as two abnormal health patterns that you observe, and provide examples.

7.     Develop an appropriate nursing diagnosis for the client based on your assessment.

8.     Identify and describe three interventions for the client: health promotion, health prevention, and maintenance.

9.     Identify at least two possible resources or community services to which you would refer this client and provide rationale for your choices.

In addition to submitting the presentation to the instructor, post your assignment to the Movie Character Health Assessment Presentation Main Forum as directed by instructor. Respond to other students’ posts in a manner that initiates or contributes to discussion. Each person should make at least three substantive comments.

While APA format is not required for the body of this assignment, solid academic writing is expected and in-text citations and references should be presented using APA documentation guidelines, which can be found in the APA Style Guide, located in the Student Success Center.

This assignment uses a rubric. Please review the rubric prior to beginning the assignment to become familiar with the expectations for successful completion.

You are not required to submit this assignment to LopesWrite.

NRS-434VN-R-MovieCharacterPresentationSamplePPT-Student.pptx

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admittedly, when I joined it at 14, I never ended up wandering far enough to find anything that hardcore on deviantart... but I know the site had a bit of a reputation for weird drawn porn. but see, that's what I'm saying. my understanding of deviantart from this side of it is that they would sanction "artistic nudity" if it was properly flagged so it'd have a censored thumbnail that you'd have to click through to view the image. aka, officially, they didn't support people keeping their whole drawn porn stash on deviantart. obviously stuff like that would end up on there anyway, but it was easier for people with drawn porn on their accounts to avoid getting complained about and having their stuff removed by deviantart for violating their guidelines, if they at least tagged/flagged stuff the way they would for nudity in general. like, they could basically fly under the radar better if they actually did sort of follow the rules. individual examples may differ, it definitely wasn't an airtight system, but this is generally what I mean by "training wheels for deciding what you do/don't want to see"

kids get into stuff they're not supposed to. and the age at which kids really start getting curious in that precocious type of way is in their preteens/teens. and if kids are gonna stumble upon inappropriate content by actively trying to find it, or poking around in places they shouldn't, via lying about their age, making fake email accounts to bypass the need for parental permission, etc. then at least on deviantart what they were finding was like... drawn and not real? at least it's not like real people, and usually not graphically violent or something horrible like that. (as I said, this is not airtight, I'm just remembering what was more common to find in deviantart's ecosystem at the time, trend-wise.) basically, finding that stuff back then would be a "yikes!" moment that demystifies what's behind the censor button, and most kids will respond by like... not looking at that stuff again if they thought it was gross/weird/embarrassing, or maybe treating it as a shock value joke if they're ornery like that, but to me, the amount of separation between kids horsing around in that way vs. coming across something that might actually traumatize them is important. I found myself looking at stuff that was inappropriate for my age in my own ways when I was younger, but the way I remember developing in response was like... I learned what the stuff was, where it existed online, and that I had control over whether or not I looked at it.

regardless of a website's attempts to censor things or keep kids out, if a kid has autonomy of any sort on the internet, then they do have control over what their experience is like. they can lie and absolutely weasel their way into stuff that isn't for them. the most valuable lesson that will come out of that phase, is them learning what to do with that ability. because ideally, they would've had to bypass warnings and try hard in order to get to stuff that they weren't supposed to see, and they might have to confront why they chose to do that. this is why I think sites for young kids (like club penguin) and sites for adults (like twitter) should be kept separate, but a site like deviantart was good for teens specifically, who were in the midst of developing these exact sensibilities about their online experience. the reality of the situation is that, as soon as "little kid sites for babies" stop appealing to 12-17 year olds, who definitely still want to be a part of the online landscape, these 12-17 year olds are going to want a more mature online experience. and if their only choices are the fisher price preschooler website, or whatever website the adults are using, with no in between... guess where they'll end up.

having teens and tweens in spaces where adults are trying to behave like adults doesn't naturally go that smoothly... the two groups do find each other irritating, and site policies that benefit one group will tend to disadvantage the other, because people at different ages require different things of their online experience. that's not me saying that people of different ages shouldn't interact online, or that there'd be no overlap between userbases, but generally it would be beneficial if there were roughly like... tiers? to this? like the natural progression from when I was a kid was like club penguin/neopets –> youtube –> deviantart –> tumblr and from there you could branch out into places like twitter, reddit, instagram, etc. also, facebook would come in sometime during the mid-deviantart early tumblr era. and thinking of the character of each of these sites, I think that makes sense.

why is the internet becoming pg. like why is that happening and how is that monetarily beneficial compared to allowing uncensored content. personally i think we should create a new one and call it Nasty Internet