Anytime M sees some beat up car they send a pic of it to the detective w some varying caption that implies it’s theirs and making fun of it
Aahahahahaha! Love it! I feel like making this canon now because it would be such a M thing to do, lol! :D
Thank you so much for the chuckle! ;)
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Oh my gosh, I totally forgot about the scene where Kai shows up at Cinder’s booth again and gives her a pair of fancy gloves.
“‘Stars, Cinder, if I’d known you were going to embargo me for asking you on a date, I wouldn’t have dared’” (Meyer 2012, 248).
Also forgot how much of a flirt he is in this book.
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Midgey's first day of preschool! I AM BEING VERY COOL AND CHILL ABOUT IT. She's so so so excited. Other kids were gathered at the entrance, crying, not wanting to go in, and I had to chase Midge down for a kiss goodbye because she's busy finding out where the play-doh's at.
We were chatting all the way there, topics bouncing around as they do in the natural flow of conversation. Just as we were pulling into the parking lot, we were here:
Midge: Are you going to die?
Me: One day, yes.
Midge: I'm not going to die.
Me: I'm not sure that's true, but I love your determination.
Midge: Maybe I'll die when you die!
Me: *laughs*
Midge: But I'm not going to die.
SO YEAH I'D SAY MIDGE IS READY FOR PRESCHOOL BUT PRESCHOOL MAY NOT BE READY FOR MIDGE
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Hope you’re doing good! Just wanted to ask if since A likes classic cars, would they enjoy going to a vintage car show? Would any of the others?
A would love it!
N would very much appreciate all the expensive beauty on show, hehe!
But F and M would be bored out of their minds, especially F. M wouldn't like the crowded aspects of the show!
Thank you so much for the ask! :)
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Chapter 3.4 - What Not to Wear
VLAD
Up on the second floor, Vlad runs into his cousin, Mandy. She eyes him suspiciously in the hall and then makes a rude gesture before stomping downstairs.
He slips into his grandparents’ bedroom and begins stripping off his clothes. Below him, he can hear Mandy begging for cereal and his grandmother telling her to eat the eggs she cooked or “fuck off.” He already knows Mandy will veto the eggs and head to his mother’s house to see what she has to offer.
Jokes on her, it’s eggs.
He savors the feel of the suit on his skin as he stares at himself in the mirror.
“You probably don’t need to let the hem out. I used to be your height back when I wore it,” Bubba explains. It’s the only warning Vlad has that he’s in the room. Even at his advanced age, the man moves like a cat. “Custom pockets on the inside for throwing knives,” he holds Vlad’s gaze in the mirror. “Not that this is that kind of occasion.”
“It isn’t,” Vlad replies softly, dashing away a tear. He’s never been able to control his crying. It’s just something that washes out of the static haze inside him. Strong feelings are so rare he’s learned not to fight them, even if he can’t always decipher them or understand why they’ve appeared. “I can’t wear this, Bubba. She’ll think I’m a complete psychopath.”
His grandfather snorts. “You are.”
“Rude,” Vlad chastizes. “Last I checked, you’re not a licensed therapist.”
Bubba shrugs, “Like calls to like. Now, do you want to keep this in case the right occasion ever pops up?”
Vlad thanks him and dashes across the yard to his house and carefully hangs the suit in his closet before grabbing his wallet and heading back out.
He spots his father loading the truck and feels a wave of fury wash over him. The Strauds have one vehicle, and accommodating eight adults is difficult, which is why they have a system.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Vlad shouts, “You know I have class. I need to get to the train station.”
“I’m not kidding,” his father says, “Now do you want to be a little shit, or do you want a ride? I got things to do.”
Idiotic things. Things to piss Vlad off. Things that require ignoring the whiteboard in the kitchen and taking the damn truck anyway. Vlad works his jaw but doesn’t make a move for the door.
His father leans against the truck and folds his arms. “Fine. You want to tell me what’s wrong, or is this the ghost of your teenage years sent to haunt me as punishment?”
Vlad glares.
Josef looks up at the sky as if praying for patience. “Wear your dark blue button-down and your purple jeans. My brown boots are by my bed; I already shined them. Blue matches your skin tone, and the purple jeans are your most worn-in, so you’ll be comfortable.”
Vlad realizes that all the tension he’s holding disappears. He takes a deep breath and nods. “Thank you. I’ll be right back.”
“You’re welcome; I love you,” his father says, “But watcher help me, Vladislaus; if you’re not out here in fifteen minutes, I’m leaving, and you can walk your ass to the train station.”
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any time i look at any alkaid that isnt deer alkaid i just go and WHY aren’t you in uniform🤨😒
anon i hope you know i've been laughing at this ask all day and i rushed to make this meme specifically for you i hope you enjoy
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