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[bluffempire]

im drunk af and mad about the way season two of sword af went

[a-singleboat]

As A Single Mother

Word Count: 1608

REQUEST:  Can you do an imagine where reader has an adopted daughter and she introduces Ian, who she’s been dating for a few months, to her for the first time and how they get along and stuff? Maybe they have dinner together with her daughter - anon

“Hey,” you say as Ian pulls up to your house. You could see your babysitter’s car in your driveway which meant your daughter hadn’t fallen asleep yet. “I have someone that I want you to meet.”

“Do you?” he questioned, parking the car before giving you all his attention. 

“My daughter, Elizabeth. I adopted her a few months before we started dating, she was my sister’s kid before she, you know,” you trailed off, hoping he’d take the hint. 

“I’d love to meet her,” Ian took your hand in his. “And you don’t have to talk about anything that you’d rather not.”

“Yeah, I know. I will talk about it someday, I swear. Just not today.”

“And I understand,” Ian unbuckled his seatbelt and left the car to walk to the other side and open your door for you. You smiled and took his outstretched hand, commenting on how, “Chivalry isn’t dead,” and sharing a laugh. 

He walked you to your front door and stopped there. “How about dinner sometime this week? It’s the summertime so whenever you’re free works for me.”

“How about Wednesday? It’s not a filming week so I can manage to get away earlier on Wednesday.”

You smiled and kissed him sweetly, your hands linked behind his neck and his settling on your waist. “It’s a date. I’ll see you on Wednesday.”

You entered your house and watched from the window as he got back into his car and drove off. You liked Ian and this was beyond just a crush at this point. He was sweet and he was funny, he didn’t do anything that would make you uncomfortable and he was a person you could see yourself settling down with for better or for worse. 

After you paid Elizabeth’s babysitter and sent your daughter off to bed, you poured yourself a glass of water and sat at the kitchen counter to reflect. 

After roughly two months of dating and you felt like you could settle down with Ian had you thinking about if you were going too fast. Of course, your mother would have said that it wasn’t going too fast and, “When are you going to give me grandchildren?”

You laughed at the thought, you dropped your glass in the sink leaving it to be tomorrow’s problem. You climbed up the steps to your own bedroom and soon fell asleep to the soft cricket chirps coming from outside your window. 

Sooner than you anticipated, Wednesday night rolled around and you got your daughter ready for tonight. It would have gone smoother than expected if not for the fact that she had started to throw a tantrum, wanting to wear her Elsa dress when it was currently in the wash. 

Eventually, you managed to persuade her to settle for her Cinderella dress, telling her that the colors matched and that she could wear her Elsa dress the next time they went out to do something. 

When you got her into the car and started to drive, you took in your time of arrival and groaned when you noticed that you would be late by five minutes. You sent a quick text to Ian about your situation before switching over to Waze and pulling out of your driveway. 

Five minutes into the drive, Elizabeth was bored with her coloring materials and threw them to the side. “Are we there yet?”

“No, baby,” you flicked on your left blinker. “Three more minutes, alright?”

“Where are we going?” 

You looked back at her through your rearview mirror. You were currently stopped at a red light, the restaurant just barely in view. “We’re going to meet mommy’s friend.”

“Who?” she looked visibly more excited at the prospect of meeting someone new today. 

“His name is Ian, remember? I went out with him on Saturday and you were at home with Jenna,” you switched your attention to the road as the light turned green and you swiftly pulled into the restaurant's lot. 

“Is Jenna gonna be there?” she looked confused. 

You parked the car, responding negatively to her question, “No, Jenna’s not gonna be here tonight but you’ll get to see her tomorrow when I go to work.”

“Oh,” she grasped a crayon in her hand and went back to drawing. Of course, the moment you actually arrived at your destination is when she wanted to draw again. You left your seat, be sure to be careful of the car you had parked next to and went to open her door.

You successfully got her out of the car, her insisting that she bring her drawing materials and you conceded. You stuffed the materials into your bag and made her hold your hand as you closed the door and locked the car. 

You opened your phone to see a text from Ian, reading that he had gotten a table for them already and would wait for you there. You were nervous for a whole new reason now. Before, the chaos of getting Elizabeth out of the house had delayed these last-minute jitters. They were more worries than nerves, worried that Ian would see you in a different light and wouldn’t want to see you anymore after this. Worried that Elizabeth wouldn’t be able to sit still for a whole dinner. Worried especially that you would do one thing wrong and your whole evening would be ruined.

You pushed your worries away, slapping on a brave face and getting across the parking lot with no problems. You got into the building and scanned the area, looking for Ian.

When you found him, you set Elizabeth down so she could walk on her own and wove your way between tables until you got to him. 

He noticed you before you got to him, getting up and making his way towards you to take your bag and walk you the rest of the way to the table. Once you got Elizabeth situated, she seemed to be frozen. 

Usually, she loved meeting new people but for a reason unknown, Ian put her in a stupor. You took her coloring materials out of your bag and set them in front of her. 

Apparently, Ian wasn’t as interesting as coloring because the second the crayon was in her hand, she abandoned her staring contest and happily colored in Aurora on the cheap coloring book paper. 

You smiled and picked up the menu, picking out what to order for yourself and taking note of what Elizabeth would want to eat. 

“So, this is Elizabeth,” you introduced to Ian, tapping her on the shoulder lightly to take her attention away from her coloring. 

Ian introduced himself and your heart swelled as Elizabeth responded to him, even offering up a crayon for him to color with her. Seeing the two of them together created a false reality around your table in which Elizabeth was your daughter and Ian was her father. Dinners were a common thing for the three of you in these thoughts and everything was perfect. 

The waiter came over and you gave her your order while Ian took a break from coloring to tell them what he had wanted. 

In what seemed like no time at all, your food was well on its way and by the end of the meal, Elizabeth had started to get sleepy. 

Ian helped you carry her to your car, buckling her in and closing the door so that the two of you could talk before the night was over.

“I love Elizabeth,” he started out. “Y’know, my friend told me I’d be the worse father once but now I think I’d make a decent dad.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, short and sweet. “I think you would make an amazing father as well.”

“Listen, I know we haven’t been dating for long but we’ve known each other for nearly ten years. Why’d it take us so long to get here?”

“It took us so long because I chose college on the East side while you stayed back in California and became a big YouTube star,” you teased, poking his cheek. “But Elizabeth does love you, she let you color with her which she never does so I think that’s a win.”

“Oh, no definitely,” he pulled out a folded sheet of paper and unfolded it. It was the coloring of Aurora from earlier in the night. “This masterpiece is going on my fridge.”’

You both laughed, Ian folding the paper back up and slipping it back in his pocket. 

“Thank you for tonight though, it went amazingly,” you had a sparkle in your eye as you said those words. You made a split-second decision, knowing you’d probably regret it if things turned south but you were an adult and the worst thing that could happen was a rejection. You took a breath, “Would it really be crazy for us to move in together? I’ve got more than enough space in my house and it’s closer to your office than where you’re living now.”

“I think that we should probably and for sure sit down and talk about this tomorrow afternoon during your lunch break, but I wouldn’t see the idea as crazy.” 

“Then it’s a date,” you pulled away from him and opened up your car door. “Tomorrow’s lunch is the day we discuss moving in together.”

“I’ll see you then. And don’t be late,” he teased. You stuck your tongue out at him and slid into your car seat. He backed away to let you pull out of the space and waved to him as you drove off into the night. 

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[theclasschronicles]

Week 3 (2/7/20) Blog Prompt: Anatomy of The Meme

For something relating to memes that I reblogged specifically for this assignment, refer to this.

Part 1

I love memes. We’ve somehow created a new language - based entirely on pictures, videos, and music - with them in less than a decade. For the sake of flexibility I chose the Is This a Pigeon? meme.

This one is a classic - and, because of the phrase, it can be used in any manner that makes sense. What most people do, typically, is combine it with other memes. For instance:

1) The core characteristics are as follows:

Genre: exploitable. Unlike most memes, this meme is suited for copy-and-paste manipulation. Other pictures or descriptors can be superimposed onto the meme so as to make it applicable towards different scenarios while not disrupting the meme’s original layout too severely and allowing it to still be easily understood.

Core characteristic: Again, being exploitable. The original meme’s meaning is unknown without context of both where it comes from and what situation the character is shown in. This has contributed towards the general willingness to mess with it and create something else - in one case, the second image’s meaning will be unknown unless the viewer has knowledge on the context of the origins of the image of the man.

2) History & Source

Source: The Brave Fighter of Sun Fighbird, 1990s, Anime - the main character incorrectly identifies a butterfly as a pigeon.

History: In Episode 3 of Season 1, the character seen - a humanoid android created by a professor - incorrectly identifies a butterfly as a pigeon. In 2011, the image was uploaded to Tumblr with the tag “anime subtitles are the new zen”; over the next three years it gained over 100,000 notes. Various other websites, like Buzzfeed and Smosh (and, of course, Know Your Meme) uploaded the screenshot, making its popularity spread even further.

3) Flexibility

Is It Flexible?: Most certainly. (See core characteristic for more details.)

Variations: There are way too many to count. I posted the one concerning the cat because it was the first variation I could get access to, and that’s just one of the ones that partially references a classic Vine (memes in video form). Other variations either do something similar or refer to something else entirely.

4) Image of discussed meme - See above.

Part 2

Purpose: To poke fun at something that occurs in live-action TV shows and movies several times over. It was made by someone over at Netflix; most people who watch that type of media may appreciate it.

Who created it: Netflix. I can tell because this was pulled from a tweet of there’s (and yes, the image they used really is that blurry).

Rhetoric Appeal Type: Pathos. It’s an appeal to poke fun at an entity that many people have an emotional attachment to.

Possible conflicts/perpetuation: Netflix is highlighting something that’s all too common in live-action TV & movies. Young adults in their primes will often be chosen for such roles; when teenagers (often going through changes that aren’t discussed on screen nor acknowledged) see the supposedly teenage characters not having to deal with what they are, they feel inadequate and left out.

Realizations that resulted: Netflix is correct here. Them highlighting this also made me realize that a cumulative gap - concerning how often people of color, people with disabilities, and LGBTQ+ people being casted for a part they can play very well versus their white, straight, able-bodied and able-minded counterparts being casted for parts that would be better represented by a different actor - is massive, and still exists.

Purpose: To highlight how pervasive memes have become in mainstream culture, especially for millennials and Gen-Z people. Both of these groups use memes far more often than Gen-X, Baby Boomers, and Greatest Generation people do.

Who created it: Unknown. However, I’m betting either a millennial or Gen-Z person did (more so towards the Gen-Z person).

Rhetoric Appeal Type: Logos. Understanding this meme requires knowledge of the meme “In awe of the size of this lad, absolute unit.” Most people forgo the “in awe of the size of this lad”, however, so only knowledge of the piece “absolute unit” and its meaning are needed.

Possible conflicts/perpetuation: If someone inserts a picture of something that is, in reality, not very large (like kiddie chairs) they may receive flak for it. If they post a person in regards to the meme expect there to be mixed results, skewed towards positivity or negativity, depending on if the meme itself takes a positive or negative viewpoint.

Realizations that resulted: How much work needs to be done in order for most of the world to recognize that fat does not equal unhealthy and obese; the inverse is true, and the inverse of that inverse (namely, that thin does equal healthy) need to be abolished entirely (as BMI and how we determine who is and isn’t healthy based on their weight is a social construct and not really rooted in science).