#had to go outside to my dad but hes old so the math is different

[hearty-an0n]

doing math homework is like going on a quest

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Coach Burrow

Pairing: Dad!Joe Burrow x Nurse!WifeReader

Description: Joe gets offered his favorite job yet!

Warnings: Fluffy, but suggestive towards the end ;)

Word Count: 2.4k

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Life after the NFL wasn’t that much different for Joe Burrow. The 4x SuperBowl MVP was practically handed an elite coaching position the second he announced his retirement. So yea, not much is different from when he started all those years ago.

“MOM, where’s dad? We need him ASAP! MOM!” Your 6th grade son, Leo shouted running into the house.

Ok some things are different.

“HEY NO RUNNING IN THE HOUSE! Take your shoes off please.” Rolling your eyes at the boy and his friend as they removed their muddy cleats then continued their rampage. You’d spent the entire afternoon cleaning the house and doing the laundry so when you left for your 13 hour shift tonight you wouldn’t have to worry about your kids not having anything to wear or your husband having to focus on anything but work and your 4 kids. So you were not letting some 11 year olds mess it up.

 That's when you realized it was only 4:30, “hey!”

The two middle schoolers stop just before entering the backyard and turn to face you in the kitchen. 

“Aren‘t you two supposed to be at practice? Why’d you take the bus?” You ask.

“Our coach was fired!” Chris, Leo’s partner in crime exclaims with a smile.

“Okay, that doesn’t answer the running in my house or the smile on your faces.” Your forehead creases looking at the overly giddy kids.

“We want dad to take his place.” Well that makes sense. 

“Ok what makes you think he has time to coach both your team and Ohio State’s?” Joe’s job is flexible, but not that flexible.

“Easy, he goes to work from 9 to 4 and comes home at the same time practice is. So if he was our coach he could change our practice time from 4:30 to 5. BOOM he has time.” They say will full confidence in their plan.

If only he’d put that much effort into his math homework. But you give them credit for putting it together in such a short notice.

You chuckle and wave them off to pitch their idea to your husband of 15 years.

The boys find your husband outside “playing” around with his new grill. 

“Dad!” The man turns around confused at his youngest son’s voice.

“Leo, what are you doing home? Chris does your mom know you’re not at practice?” He pulls the lid down on the grill and gives his best ‘dad glare.’

“We came to get you! We need a new coach! And we want it to be you.” They plead.

Joe smirks and crosses his built arms. “Oh yea? Give me one good reason why I should be your coach?”

The boys look at each other a bit panicked, so they discuss it in a little huddle that makes Joe smile. 

When they break, Joe puts back on his serious facade. 

“Ok dad here’s our offer, if you agree to be our coach, I’ll get all A’s this year.” 

The dad’s brows raise in a surprised and impressed way.  

Truth is, Joe knew all about their coach’s departure. Over a week ago, the school sent an email to him personally asking if he could fill the position temporarily or even permanently. He said he’d have to check with his family before making any decisions. 

Yesterday they decided to inform him that a number of other dads/ supporters had already applied so there’d be a formal try out today at 5. 

The boys walked into the house at 4:30 and all he’d been waiting for was his son’s approval.

“You know what bud, I’ll gladly take you up on that offer.” He says shaking his mini-me’s hand. The shake quickly turns into him being ‘dragged’ into the house.

“We gotta go! You need to be there right now.” Joe just shakes his head and grabs his keys.

“I see you didn’t take much convincing.” You give him a knowing look as he walks around the kitchen counter to where you’re seated.

He chuckles, “I may have had some insider knowledge of the situation. But here’s the kicker, he agreed to make all A’s if I tried out.” Your husband smiles widely knowing how hard you’ve been trying to get the 11 year old to take his schooling seriously.

You scrunch your face as he pecks both cheeks before placing a much deeper kiss to your lips that you can’t help but reciprocate. 

“Mom… dad that’s gross, we need to go it’s 4:45!” Leo whines causing you to separate from his father.

“Yea go kick butt Shiesty!” You wink as he’s pulled out of the house laughing.

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When the boys get to the field they are surprised by the sight of your 14 year old twins, Malia and Miles, standing by the fence.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite firstborns, what are you doing here?” Joe asked giving them side hugs, the only acts of affection they’ve allowed him to show outside the house.

“I wanted to get burgers, but was dragged here by her.” Miles dead tones.

Malia rolls her eyes. “I came to fill out your application for coach so you’re welcome, please come up with an adequate ‘daughter’s appreciation day’ present to thank me.” She smiles, Joe snorts at teenager.

“Are you sure you’re my daughter because that was all your mother? Thank you for helping out Lia and Miles…” The young boy shrugs. “Exactly. You guys plan on staying until we’re done or do I need to call mom?”

“We’ll stay, I wanna see the looks on the other dads’ faces when they see you.” Miles replies rubbing his hands together.

“I guess I’m staying too.” Malia shrugs.

“Ok then.” 

The tryouts had barely already started by the time Joe finally got to the field and just as Miles anticipated, the reactions were priceless.

“Mr. Evans, he’s here!” Leo yells running onto the field. His wild presence causes everyone look in his direction. 

“You’ve got to be shitting me.”

“The kid’s dad is Joe Burrow?!”

“I don’t know if I should be honored or scared.”

“We should all just leave now, he has 4 rings.”

Leo’s teacher, Mr. Evans shakes the former quarterback’s hand and welcomes him onto the field. 

“Mr. Burrow, it’s good to see you again.”

“Please call me Joe, it’s nice to be able to come out.” He says.

“Of course Joe, you’re right on time too. Would you like to introduce yourself to everyone?”

Joe nodded, “yea of course.” Then turned towards his competitors. “Hey guys I’m Joe, Leo’s dad. I guess I kind of played for a bit, but that’s all behind me now.” He chuckles.

“If played for a bit means leading the best team in LSU history to an undefeated championship then going from ‘the underdog’ of the NFL to a future hall of famer with 4 SuperBowl rings? Than the rest of us haven’t even heard of the game.” Will, Chris’ dad scoffed. Joe patted his long time friend on the back then joined him in line.

“Ok so first we’re going to test your football knowledge then see how well you coach other kids, not your own.” Evans claps his hands and they get to work.

By the end of the first round, half of the applicants have been dismissed and unsurprisingly Joe leads the pack going into the second round. 

“You know this isn’t fair right?” Will says in between rounds.

Joe sighs, “you do realize Leo and Chris practically tracked mud through the house just to get me here right?” Then smirks as the other guy rolls his eyes.

“Hey what if we made it fair?” 

Will looks at him intrigued, “I’m listening.”

“Split the job, we already know it’s going to come down to us. So what do you say, partners?” Joe suggests.

“Damn Burrow,” Will instantly agrees. “I don’t know how you stay so humble.” He laughs.

Joe just points to his fan club on the bleachers. “Chris is your oldest, so you don’t even know the degree of humility teenagers will teach you but my wife helps also helps with that.” 

When the men line back up for the rest of try outs, all of the other guys had already left.

Then Mr. Evans walks up to them. “So, I think it’s pretty clear who’s going to get the position.”

“Actually, we’ve decided to split it.” Will leads, the teacher looks to Joe confused.

“Yup, it would actually work out better if both of us share responsibility. There’s a lot of benefits to having two coaches, plus we’re doing it for free.” 

Mr. Evans couldn’t argue against the offer so he just shook their hands.

“Alright Coach Burrow and Coach Williams. Welcome to the Wildcats.”

❀。• *₊ meanwhile at the house °。 ❀°。

“Mommy, I need help...” 

You had just finished putting on your scrubs before your 6 year old started crying bloody murder. “What is it my love?” 

Walking into her My Little Pony room you scanned every crevice for threats, but only landed on the young girl sitting on her floor with a notebook.

“I don’t know how to do this.” 

You melted at the cute pout on her face as she pointed to her math book. “Jazzy, babygirl. Are the fractions giving you a hard time?” She nodded her head, you checked your watch (5:15) and decided to join her on the floor.

“Ok I have some spare time to help you on a few, but when daddy gets home I have to go work okay pretty girl?” She happily nodded and scooched herself into your lap. 

For the next 20 minutes you simply watched and fiddled with your daughter’s dark curls as she studied her math. It became very clear within seconds that she just wanted to be with her mother as she didn’t ask any questions about the material. 

Being a charge nurse meant your hours were more unpredictable, especially at your hospital. Most nurses worked 12 hour shifts but you were currently understaffed so you took it upon yourself to be a leader and help your team. You usually worked 3 overnight shifts a week, so you could be there when the kids get home from school. Even though you were home more often than not, there are times when your babies need you, so if one of them wanted more time with you there was no way you were going to reject them of that opportunity.

While you and your youngest were cuddled up on the ground in your own little world, Joe and his fan club arrived right on time for dinner. 

“I’m starving, why couldn’t we stop for burgers?” Miles groaned throwing his backpack onto the couch.

Joe picked up the bag and put it back in his son’s hands. “Because even though she didn’t have to, your mother cooked before her shift. So you’re going to take your stuff upstairs and get washed up for dinner.” He gave him a pointed look and dismissed the teenager.

“Wow, I can’t wait to deal with that.” Joe shook his head and led his friend to the kitchen.

“You have no idea. I love my kids, but the older they get the more of me I see in them. It would cool when all he wanted to do was throw the football around, but now the stubbornness gene is really coming to bite me in the ass.” He snorted while warming up their dinner.

“How’s he doing with that, has he made varsity yet?” Will asks as the kids make their way downstairs.

“He’s good for a sophomore but not there yet. If he put more of his time into practice instead of chasing cheerleaders he could be better.” He responds just as the boy rounds the corner.

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game dad. I got Becky Jackson’s number in third period, nothing’s stopping me now.” He smiles taking his place at the table.

“What happened to Marissa? I thought she was nice.” Joe chuckles as his wife joins the crew. 

“You know how he is babe.” You give him a quick kiss wrapping your arms around him.

“Yea mom, he’s for the streets.” 

“I am not for the streets! At least I have a date.”

You shake your head and slowly make your rounds. You quickly greet Will, grab your work and dinner bags, kiss the kids and walk with Joe to the front door. 

“You’re really going to leave me in this chaos.” He sighs his hands still holding yours.

“I heard my teacher was for the streets.”

“What’s for the streets?”

You smirk against his chest, “oh I think you got this Shiesty, this is nothing compared to your O Line in those early years.”

His hands quickly drop your hands and find your waist. “Ok alright I see how you want this to go.” His voice low against your ear.

“What, I’m simply saying your risks for injury are dramatically lower.” Your arms go around his neck as he backs you into the corner out of your children’s vision, then a hand on your waist moves to grip the meat of your ass. You bite your lip as a low moan muffles against his chest.

“You think you’re funny. If it was just us right now, I’d show your ass what being funny gets you. But when you get back, you’re all mine mama.” He groans nipping your ear then pressing a hungry kiss to your lips. You moan into his soft yet bruising lips, pulling him in further. 

“Oh god, Jazmine close your eyes.” 

You both sigh as the giggles from your permanent cockblockers acknowledge their existence to you. 

“I’m sending them to my parents tomorrow.” 

“Do that and we might end up adding to the population.” You chuckle pulling away from your husband, who raises his brows at your comment. 

“Don’t tempt me, you know exactly how I like you.” He playfully slaps your behind. “Kids, say goodnight to mom!”

You shake your head at him while being engulfed in hugs. “I love you, I’ll see you when you get home from school.”

“Bye momma..” The chorus sings.

They return to the table and you turn back to a smirking Joe. “See you tomorrow beautiful.” You blush hugging him once more before opening the door.

“Goodnight Coach Burrow, can’t wait practice with you tomorrow.” You wink as his eyes cerulean eyes darken then shut the door.

“Fuck, who said 5 kids was too many.”

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A/N: Looks like a bitch came back to life! My trip was nice but not writing for so long killed me. Can’t wait to see how much gets posted in the next week

Xoxo Babe

Likes, comments and reblogs are welcomed and treasured ♡

[princessanonymous]

omg i just read your vampire story and it’s sooo good😩😩 i had to rewatch interview with a vampire after i read that masterpiece. i do wonder though, what happens to them in the modern age? do they still live in the mansion? do they relocate? does the reader have more permission to go outside? thank youuu <3333

𝓐𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 (Ask)

When Night Comes asks Platonic Yandere Vampire Story Chapter list

So sorry for taking so long!! I was busy with life and when I finally found the time to sit down and write it down, I didn't have the proper time to correct it bcuz of exams... I have one tomorrow but I really just wanted to finally post this. Another ask is probably coming soon but i can't really promise anything since i have a physics exam followed by one in chemistry 3 days later and one in math coming soon too. Life really isn't on my side now!

Still, here it is!

(Also some of yall might have noticed but I like putting these answers into little situation instead of telling it outright. Hope yall dont mind)

(+ This takes place during the cold war. I found it to be fitting.)

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“I can’t believe I accepted to stay in this dreadful place,” muttered her father as they walked into the new house they had bought. “This house is too small.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” quipped her dad while shaking his head, “this is what mortal Americans settle with. And they do it quite easily; this is the biggest house in the neighborhood.”

“That is the problem,” groaned her father while they walked through the already furnished house. It was a good thing her parents had paid people to do this tedious task. “We have never lived in a neighborhood before. There is no space! We don’t even have our own forest!”

“You agreed to let the little one choose our next home,” he reminded the other with a sigh. “That is her choice.”

The blond frown in distaste and looked around the living room. “Well I didn’t expect her to choose such a mediocre manor. This is utterly ridiculous.” He pinched the bridge of his noise in annoyance and exasperation as he settled in one of the satin armchairs in the room.

The girl puffed her cheeks, vexed by these words. Yes, it was true the house was smaller than the three other homes they had inhabited in America, it was definitely something she would need to get used to, but that didn’t make it less fun. Ever since they had left their motherland for the new world due to the constant attacks and bombings during the war, her existence had been filled with a neverending kaleidoscope of information and new things to see. America was nothing like England: everything was bigger and people acted so differently. 

She had indeed chosen this manor in Pennsylvania for a reason. It was gloomy and often cloudy there, just like they all preferred it. Additionally, while it was not the size her father was used to, she knew it was big enough for him to not outright refuse her request; they wouldn’t remain here very long though, but she could accept that. 

Most importantly… neighborhoods were filled with other children, and that was really the only thing that really mattered to her. The idea of interacting with others, even if they were mortals, made her giddy. If her father knew the real reason for her insistence on this estate, the girl knew he would refuse instantly, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him – or (Y/n).

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It took a week before she finally was able to meet people. The day was gloomy and clouds were in the sky, indicating incoming rain. Two boys passed by the house as she was swinging on the swing her parents had ordered installed for her. She watched as they came and went multiple times, playing with their blue ball and almost cackled in glee when one of the boys, the younger one, a boy with red messy hairs and freckles, who looked to be nine years old, threw the ball too far away and it landed close to her. She stood from her swing quickly to pick up the ball and stood–

“Careful!” warned the older, a boy with dark skin and brown eyes, who only looked slightly older than she did. The girl suspected he might be thirteen or fourteen.

It was too late, because not even a second later, she felt the seat of the swing collide with her back and she fell on the floor. The two boys ran to her; the youngest holding the swing as the older one helped her stand up. She winced, hoping her father hadn’t heard the commotion; she knew he would be mad if learned she was interacting with mortals. She didn’t want to be confined to her room for a year like he had done before.

The girl shuddered at the memory. Maybe trying this wasn’t a good idea; if he found out, he would surely do worse, he had promised it last time. She didn’t want to leave, she didn’t want to remain confined again.

She hated how cold and lonely and empty her room felt when it was the only thing she saw for months, she–

“You alright there?” Asked the oldest with his brows furrowed, unaware of the fact that he had snapped her out of her spiraling thoughts.

She nodded, still dazed and gave them their ball. They thanked her and the other mortal asked, “Are you living here? Nobody’s seen the new inhabitants yet. Mom says it’s impolite to not even greet anybody after moving in. Mom said only communists would do such an impolite thing.”

(Y/n) squirmed, embarrassed by these words. She didn’t know anything about neighborly etiquette. Should she have researched the subject before? She doubted her father was informed on that matter, but perhaps her dad knew more; he had always been more aware of mortal things than they were. 

The older glared at the youngest and lightly slapped the back of his head. “Rem, you can't just say that!”

“You heard her say it too!” Protested the redhead in outrage, ready to defend his statement.

The older one sighed and shook his head before rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. “Excuse my step-brother, Jeremy; he doesn’t know what he’s saying. I’m Kenneth. We live just across from here.”

A smile graced her features again. "My name is (Y/n)," she introduced herself with a graceful tilt of her head, her voice carrying a controlled and melodic cadence, "how do you do? I live here with my fathers." She had to make a good impression.

Jeremy narrowed his eyes. “You have an accent,” he noted in fascination. “Where are you from? You're not a communist, are you? Mom said we can't speak to those.”

(Y/n) sensed some mistrust coming from him, and she quickly used her empath abilities to soothe him before his words registered in her mind. (Y/n)'s expression faltered for a moment, a hint of confusion clouding her features before she shook her head lightly. “I don’t have an accent,” she denied while pointing at him, “You do have an American accent though.”

The redhead shook his head in disbelief, crossing his arms over his chest in a gesture of defiance. “Americans don’t have accents, silly,” he retorted with a grin, his eyes alight with amusement.

But (Y/n) wasn't about to let the matter go so easily. She protested adamantly, insisting that she could clearly hear the distinct nuances in his speech. Back and forth they bantered, neither willing to concede their stance on the matter  before eventually realizing they wouldn’t agree on that matter. 

"But where are you from?" he asked, his tone gentle yet insistent, "You're not from here, are you?"

She shook her head. "No, I was born in England,” she revealed, her voice carrying a faint trace of longing for her homeland. She still missed England dearly. She knew vampires typically never spent more than a century in the same country, but she had still been devastated when her parents had decided to leave; even more when they sailed to a different continent altogether. 

Jeremy looked starstruck, their small innocuous disagreement already far behind in his mind, thanks to her abilities. "Really? Did you ever meet the queen?" he asked eagerly, his imagination already running wild with visions of royal encounters and grand palaces. 

She giggled at that, then tilted her head, contemplating the question. After a brief moment of contemplation, she realized that he was likely referring to Queen Elizabeth II, rather than Queen Victoria. "No, never," she replied with a casual shrug, noting the slight disappointment that flickered across Jeremy's face at her response.

"Hey, wanna join us tomorrow at two o'clock? We'll be down this street with all the neighborhood kids. Probably going to play Hide-and-seek.”

(Y/n) smiled warmly at the invitation, her curiosity piqued by the prospect of joining in with the neighborhood kids. "Sure, I'd love to!" she replied eagerly, the thought of meeting new mortals outweighing any concerns she might have had about the unfamiliar game they mentioned.

Although she had never heard of Hide-and-seek before, (Y/n) was undeterred. As she agreed to meet them the following day at two o'clock, her mind was already buzzing with anticipation. (Y/n) knew she would have to find a way to sneak out without her fathers noticing, but she was determined not to let that stop her from joining in on the fun. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she began plotting a way to sneak out, confident that she could pull it off.

[stars-n-spice]

Here's an Idea-

Y'know, as much as I absolutely LOVE even more of a DILF Hunter with his salt and pepper hair (that I'm so incredibly jealous of) and his lovely dad bod, AND the conversation he had with Omega,, I've been thinking-

There were 16 episodes in Season 1. (with the first being 70+ minutes) - for a total of 512 minutes. - 9/15 of these episodes were 30 minutes or more. There were 16 episodes in Season 2. - for a total of 462 minutes. - 6/15 of these episodes were 30 minutes or more (with all the others being short by one or two minutes). There were 15 episodes in Season 3. - for a total of 423 minutes. - 2/15 of these episodes were more than 30 minutes.

The Bad Batch finale had me so fucking frustrated it's making me do MATH. fucking MATH. I'm a Screenwriting Major with a minor in Creative Writing, I haven't taken a math class since Freshman Fall semester!!!!

So if you're wondering, "Hey that felt rushed," you're not crazy or anything because it was!!

LOOK AT THAT DIFFERENCE!! From the first season having more than half of the episodes be more than 30 minutes to the third season not even being a third of that!

OKAY BACK TO MY EARLIER IDEA THOUGH-

I'm not going to say shit about/to the writers or anything because as a writer myself, I'm just,, not going to do that? I'm currently struggling with my own script that I really should be working on but I have Bad Batch brain worms and I'm so fucking frustrated I can't focus on it right not but-

Here's what I would've done:

End the 15 episode with them all under the tree. "Whatever we want, kid. Whatever we want."

Boom, that's it. There it's done. Episode ends there.

THEN!! Have another episode that deals with the aftermath of everything. Considering they're all in their armor and whatnot still, it looks like the last moments happen like almost IMMEDIATELY after they get back.

We don't get to see Wrecker and Crosshair talk or do ANYTHING in reaction to the injuries they sustained on Tantiss. They don't further interact with Omega or really each other. So use that 16th episode to have them do that.

Give Tech a proper send off since ya'll wanted to keep him dead or whatever in that 16th episode and finally talk about him. Let Phee be there too. Actually have an emotional conversation with weight to it. There's SO much there you can explore.

THEN end it with the timeskip with DILF-ier Hunter and a grown up Omega.

Then that would make it all feel a little more complete than abrupt like how it felt for me.

OR

Okay, so you don't want to have a 16th episode? You just want the 15? That's fine. I have an idea for that too!

Alright, everything is the same, you end it with the tree, fade to black okay.

Instead of the timeskip, that portion would've been better served to give Tech his send off. To finally fucking acknowledge him and talk about him outside of being the "brains."

That would've been your chance to have that conversation.

As much as I loved Hunter and Omega's conversation, as hot as Hunter was, and as fucking touching as it was to see Hunter old and alive and living; I think it would've been much better to have that time to talk about Tech instead or something.

Originally, while I was watching it and when I noticed it was an older Omega my immediate thought was "Oh no, is she visiting their graves??" because I couldn't be sure of the timeline and clones age twice as fast so I didn't know how much time had passed.

That wasn't the case (thank god, my heart can only handle one clone grave scene) but I think that honoring Tech and REALLY honoring him - not off hand mentions or staring at broken goggles - would've fit PERFECTLY there.

And don't have it be a timeskip because that timeskip, as wholesome as it was (and again, as fucking hot as Hunter was) just left me feeling empty. I felt like I missed out on a huge chunk of something and I didn't like that.

Just...something where a few days after recovering from everything they all have a moment and sit down and talk about Tech or something. Just something.

Anyways, that's it for my ramblings. That's just how I would've done it.

[dabiscarpet]

First time with bf tooru oikawa x fem! reader

Disclaimer: suggestive ?) if you squint?) just some teenage love

★ Female pronouns used ★ 3rd person writing ★

A little drabble I had in my drafts for awhile. I'm so soft for oikawa tooru and everything he went thru 🤧

Not proof read! Just my foggy sleepy brain trying to put two sentences together and make it look pretty

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Meeting because her dad is his physical therapist and boy does he get injured since he was young.

She used to spend a lot of afternoons at his therapy center waiting to go home while doing homework or just chatting with customers. Since he was an frequent, over the course of months, they became good friends, bonding thanks to vb since she also play in a girls team.

She has a strong, but also kind and considerate personality, and always becomes soft for him; that's her major weakness. Although when needed, she is strict with him, and he loves that about her. That's one of the main reasons he fell in love: she pushed him to keep going

Her dad loves him too: let's him spend the night all the time, drops her off at his house, picks her up, makes him feel part of the family. He's their no.1 fan

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Dad is late one day when he goes out to dinner with his colleagues, and there's a storm outside. Tooru is at her house, doing homework with her (even tho they're in different years & schools, this is a nice way of spending time together). She then suggests that he stays as usual, because it's raining heavily and he came riding his bike. It's Friday, no school tomorrow, only afternoon practice with the team... Seemed like a good idea.

After some time goes by, she decides to take a break and prepares snacks. When going back to the table, she noticed he's tense over some exercises. She leans over his shoulders, hugging him from behind and watching the complex math problem halfway through.

"maybe take a little break, you can finish this later tooru"

"hmm maybe ... " But it took a bit more convincing that that, including a few hand fed snacks. He looks over his shoulder at her after biting on a grape from her hand. "Can I take a shower please?"

"of course!" And she places a kiss on the back of his neck. All the accumulated stress, anxiety, tension, expectations, goals... everything he carries on his shoulders suddenly crumbled, as he felt the touch of an angel on his skin. He lost it and moaned out in pleasure, in relaxation, covering his mouth immediately.

She's aware of what she just did, so she continued to pepper his neck and the back of his head with kisses. He relaxes into her warm touch soon, already feeling the sanity escape from his mind with those little touches, but that's all he needed. He then turns around suddenly, trapping her face with his hands.

"your dad will hate me for this, but I can't stand it anymore..... I love you" and he kissed her with such passion that no other 17 years-old boy could ever even imagine. The world around them disappearing, the sound of the long forgotten rain only barely audible in the distance despite the heaviness of it. Humidity doing it's job and making clothes just an extra hassle.

Fast forward, and things get steamy for the first time, as she ends up naked on top of him, in her bed, noises muted by the heavy rain. Some ridiculous math problem long forgotten, as more important puzzles were being put together, both of them trying to figure things out together for the first time, the alignment of their feelings and hearts making even their breathing synchronized, leading the blind path for the young couple.

Soon, the morning starts showing itself through the open curtains, ignored the night before. She founds happiness by waking up cuddled next to his warm body, in his warm embrace, watching his soft features relaxed and at ease for once. Tooru had never looked happier and more at ease, an ethereal gleam surrounded his aura, and his beautiful chocolate eyes revealed the utmost confession of love for his one and only, holding her firmly into his arms, vowing to even destroy the world if necessary just to get to spend every day of his life forward with her, sharing moments like those.

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[catchyhuh]

LUP AND LANGUAGE!!

just our special guy today because i’ve realized i have very complex thoughts about my main man’s polyglotism and the way i see it utilized in canon and in fan work from time to time. i will be rambling, i will be going off target, this is a promise SO LET'S GO!

so baseline, lupin was bilingual from almost birth, with the whole mixed upbringing and all. so we know that, from the start. french dad, japanese mom, you-- i mean it would be jarring to somehow not know a lick of either. I MEAN THEY GOTTA TALK TO THE BABY SOMEHOW

when he was about 4, the Horrors began. you can’t be much of an international thief only speaking two languages that are… really only primarily spoken in their countries of origin (canadian french is very different you know) so they started piling on more: spanish, italian, english, german, they tried cantonese too, but he had so much trouble with the tones that they dialed it down to mandarin, and he… still had trouble with the tones, because even as an adult that’s a LOT of voice control that he tends to lose when he’s overly happy or upset. so yeah it was hard for a FOUR year old to manage it

it’s kind of funny though; the first language he could really speak was japanese, and the language he usually defaults to, the language he THINKS in, is STILL japanese. all those language courses just for him to stick to ol’ reliable

however, certain words pop up in french first for him; usually numbers. by the time he was learning to count, his dad was more adamant about him speaking french more, so numbers (and colors) register as french in his head before he runs them through a little translator in his head and goes “TWENTY” at top volume. if somebody is describing a math problem to him in japanese, even though he’s most comfortable IN that language, he has to redo the whole thing in his head in french to really get his answer. yes, it’s miserable for him

the language he speaks SECOND most often is usually english, but more for a comedic beat than anything. ironically, lupin uses english the way some english speakers use french, in a way to be goofy and overdramatic about mundane shit. but also if you buy into the “jigen was born in america” thing then it just makes even MORE sense he’d be speaking it semi-often

the thing about his french is that while it’s still deeply ingrained into him, he… very rarely sees it come up in interactions. even when IN france, he sort of subconsciously removes his personal connection to it out of the picture. it’s like speaking portuguese in brazil, or speaking russian in, uh, russia. more of a needed skill than a part of HIM, really. in order to truly unlock his French Mode, he’d need to be around someone speaking french OUTSIDE of france, because, weird as it may sound, that’s just how he’s connected to it. and then he’d talk to them for a bit, start slipping into it naturally, and he might accidentally lock himself into it for an hour or so after they’re done talking. this is really the only kind of instance that gets him to slip up around any of the other four, because in his mind, why would he be speaking in french when he knows he can better communicate with the sorry bastard in front of him in another language?

i leave you with one final note to a question you could maybe be having idk: so, how many languages CAN lupin speak? and the answer to that is uh. i don’t know. many. whatever is plot relevant. are we like counting piglatin too or

[brb-on-a-quest]

What's one of your favorite childhood memories?

Hello, friend, good to see you, even if you do hide in the shadows. Hope you are well. <3

Let me tell you about a time I fell in love with storytelling all over again. I grew up on stories; I loved having my dad read to me when I was little (we read Narnia books, the Hobbit, the Lord of the Rings, Robin Hood, etc. I loved *all* of it). I loved the stories of found families and tight friendships like it was my bread and butter because I hadn't made any friends I could get closed to bc family moved around a lot (a decision I don't resent my family for now, but despised as a kid), and I wasn't really *that* close to my family either due to probably a variety of factors, not excluding mental health issues. I won't delve for the sake of length, you get the point. I was a sad and lonely child and my closest friends were imaginary. Anyway back to more concrete events:

We had just moved from Florida to Virginia, which is about 1000 miles away and over 13 hour drive (for context), and we had just started a new co-op (think like homeschool school, but it only met like once a week, it was one of the ways we'd start building up a new social circle or something). And one of the classes I took in was something music (more likely theater? related but that might have a different semester) and the first week of this co-op I remember they gave us a bingo card with a bunch of famous movie soundtracks and they told us we were going to identify the movie based on the song alone.

I got 2/20 or something bc I hadn't even heard of most of these movies bc i just hadn't been exposed to it. It was things like Batman, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, maybe spongebob- pop culture stuff that I just hadn't seen. So everyone else was getting excited and I was feeling more and more out of the loop and alone.

I swear this turns happy at the end, bear with me, anon. They play the final music track and I don't recognize it at all but it fills me with such great joy and a call for a new adventure that I hadn't even realized music could do that before (we didn't listen to a lot of our own music growing up, it was mainly whatever my parents found appropriate or what my dad liked).

It was How To Train Your Dragon. Test Drive. John Powell. And then like the musical scores, they showed the scene it was from. A boy and his dragon racing, flying through the air. And I fell in love With the characters arcs per se, but I could tell there was a deep lore there and a story of friendship that I craved so much. It was also right up my alley with stories my Dad had read me so there was also that. But like the music was fantastic, I really liked the visuals at the time (i usually hate most 3D animation films, HTTYD is the exception), and I craved the story behind it.

I saved up money from Birthday and Christmas and ended up buying it. And I watched it. And I fell in love even harder. Cause, in some sense, I related to hiccup too much. I was a creative person, like he was, I had very little friends like he did at the beginning, we had similar senses of humor at some points, and he was fascinated with knowing and learning things. And he had a big dragon friend and i again craved that friendship deeply. So he added to the crew of imaginary friends and I went on many imaginary adventures with Hiccup and Toothless and told myself so many stories that I wish I could remember now for writing inspo.

I ended up moving from Virginia to middle of nowhere Midwest US (not saying where in case the Fey Find Out), and I did end up meeting my IRL Toothless. A little bit scary on the outside at firsts, but with an actual heart of a silly, goofy, dragon. (brb, im getting emotional just thinking about it. It'd be about 7 years now? Coming up? I may be bad at math. I feel old and happy and content.)

So yeh, in short it was a very much right place, right time kind of story and film. I still watch it a lot whenever I need a comfort film that's not as long as LOTR or something. I love the soundtrack and all of the things about it. Sorry, this was probably way longer than it should've been but IDK how to describe my love for this story without giving you some context.

[terrence-silver]

Do you think Terry Silver was drafted, enlisted, or was forced to do either or by his father? Because there was definitely a time frame when rich people were dodging the draft all together, buying their way out, or used being enrolled at school as a way to get out of it. Terry definitely had all those options at his disposal but I feel like it's sort of implied his dad was making a lot of his decisions for him at that point in his life. Which leads me to wonder what his relationship with his parents even looked like.

---

People never consider Terry Silver went to Vietnam...because he wanted to.

And it's precisely because up until that point, his old man was calling all the shots.

Making all the decisions.

Everyone always removes Terry's agency entirely.

Like, there's always these super complex theories on why he did it (and I fell into these myself for a while too) and while I appreciate those complicated ideas immensely, the more I think about it, the more it stands to reason Terry was simply hugely Patriotic. Can we not see it? In the way he talks about Vietnam in the 80's, for example? There's definite pride there, like the man absolutely, well, dare I say, liked the fact he has a military background to himself? In the original, it never seemed like he was forced into it. Serving in the army was simply something a young man was supposed to do back then; a norm of sorts. A rite of passage into manhood. Answering the call of duty? A given expectation. Buying one's way out? An utmost cowardice. Different times, different mentality. Terry was an American Exceptionalist and the minute he felt there was something he could do to show his loyalty and devotion to the cause (and maybe even retaliate over what he felt was American interests and Expansionism...because we do know he has his own set of prejudices for sure) he was on the first plane out of the country. He volunteered. He didn't have to do that, but he wanted to. And we do know when Terry wants to do something, good luck trying to talk him out of it. Vietnam could've been the first taste of true integrity and freedom of choice Terry Silver ever had in his life. The first taste of him being in control of his decisions, growing up in a rich, oppressive family with many expectations and a path firmly set, undoubtedly. Going to fight for what you believed in? It was liberty.

Would also be ironic if it was actually his father who didn't want him to go serve.

A typical reaction for a parent. Even a despotic one.

Visualize that.

Terry's father who considered his son is ungrateful. So ungrateful!

"We give you everything and off you go, gallivanting knee deep in jungle mud on the other side of the World, risking your life and limb with a bunch of greasy tikes with suspicious backgrounds who smoke the reefer and bring home Herpes! Most of them don't have a pot to piss in! They've nothing to lose and they've nothing to look forward to either. Unlike you! You're the person they'd come turning to for a job when they're back from the muck. You're not the same. You never will be."

Read that with a slightly Transatlantic accent.

Terry's father might've felt Terry had everything he already needed at home and that he was more useful taking over the family company and focusing on what he was always meant to do and let the working class fight working class battles overseas --- added bonus is, that if we consider his family Jewish, that his father could've thought that they shouldn't be here laying down their life for a bunch of gentiles and mostly outsiders who, given the right historical circumstances, might be here turning the barrel of their guns just as easily towards them next --- after all, if Terry Silver was born somewhere in the midcentury, vaguely speaking, his father was probably born a little before WWII just according to some very basic math and my god, does that explain a lot. The shadow of intergenerational trauma looms awfully closely over this family, which opens a whole new can of worms. I can envision that his father felt, much like most rich people feel, that their family is an insular microcosm of its own and that they don't owe anyone anything and should primarily mind their own business, but here Terry was, going against his parent's explicit wishes to try and be a big, damn hero, wasting his time when his time would've been better applied with the family interests. Can totally imagine Terry as a pampered family princeling who ran away from home to go off with the army. Would explain the line of a young Terry telling John that his father expects him to leave ''the whole Vietnam thing behind''. Stands to reason...if his father never approved of him being there in the first place. That Terry Silver's dad hit him with a big 'I told you so' the minute he was back and very much changed by his experience out there.

And even more worryingly, even in spite of that, knowing what he knew upon his return, I imagine Terry Silver would go again if he could...which is just...very dark to consider. A victim and an oppressor always craves to return to the scene of the crime.

[arcsparkasriel]

Vtubertale Profiles: Ralsei Dreemurr

For those who heard the story from my first post, you probably already know the gist of it. However, I'm sure those among you want to know the story of my adorable little brother Ralsei again! Or at least with a bit more detail.

After "The Plan" failed quite catastrophically, when Chara and I...expired. Mom and Dad were pretty darn distraught. I still have issues from what happened, but I'm glad I have everyone to help me through it. Mom doesn't like to talk about that day, but I think I know what happened. All Mom could do was cry for the next three days until her mind and body couldn't cry anymore. I wish I didn't know how badly our selfish plan would affect them. Dad took it really badly too but in a different way. Yeah, shocking I know. Going nuts after watching your children die. He did not cry, he hardly spoke, and seemed to shut down completely, having retreated inwards. Then you know the rest. Dad let his mouth move before his brain could and declared war on humanity in a fit of rage.

Mom being disgusted with him and everything that had happened, had enough. Leaving her role as queen and essentially divorcing Dad, moving back to our old home in the Ruins, never to be seen for years.

However, Ma and Dad...ahem, most definitely...had a moment of romance any day at least a month back before this all happened. I did the math a long time ago. Understandable I suppose. Mortifying thinking about the details as their eldest son, but understandable. On the day of "the plan," I was only a week away from receiving my first weapon as a Monster, and my own royal circlet, officially being called a Prince. Ma and Dad were about to have their 1st honeymoon in centuries. So spirits were high at the time...until they weren't.

Another month after she left, did Mom realize she was with my first biological sibling. I've only gotten a few details from Mom about her time of pregnancy and I only remember a few scattered memories while being stuck inside that FLOWER. The Flower though didn't appear until she was further along. Maybe five months down the line? I do remember hearing her talking to herself...or Ralsei rather every day while she was carrying him.

"You'll always be safe with me. I'll teach you everything you'll ever need to know."

"We'll have so much fun together."

"We may not be the fullest family anymore, but I'll be all the family you'll ever need."

Stuff like that. The Flower didn't think much of it and probably scoffed at the comments at the time. Thinking back on it, however, I could tell Mom was barely hanging on to sanity. Frisk and I just convinced her to go into therapy just a few weeks ago. Both of us are convinced Mom was only an edge away from snapping and doing something insane. Yeah, I know all about the "Underfell" and "Horrortale" versions of Mom that did break and lost their sanity. One of my other selves told me as much. Those possibilities scare us every day. How Frisk and Ralsei managed to keep her from snapping I still don't know. We love her so much though. Mom is worth it.

When the day came...maybe enough of my soul seeped through the Flower to remain near Mom. Cause I vividly remember hearing every labored scream throughout the whole process. I was right outside the window. She was in the kitchen, just out of sight. Days prior, the Flower saw her gathering durable rope, a ceiling hook, a large bag of pain-dulling mushrooms, dozens of pillows, rubbing alcohol, and a large plastic tarpaulin. Typical, always thinking hygienically that mother of mine.

Jeez, she actually had to go through it the ancient way with no pain relievers or access to the royal hospital. Well, she was once a shield maiden before the war. So maybe Mom was just defaulting. Yeah, maybe I'll share that story with you all in a future journal. The labor itself probably took a full day, which still makes me mentally cringe and sympathetic. I don't know how I managed to keep the Flower still during all that time, the details are really fuzzy. I don't put too much thought into "the power of love" but perhaps there is something to that.

The next thing the Flower heard was the baby's first cry. And Mom doing her best to stifle her own joyful sobbing. She must have been exhausted but pushed through all of it. I got the best Mom ever. I could hear her voice shushing the baby and trying to soothe him. Surprisingly it worked. A small gasp I remember from her, but then a moment of silence and a soft cooing like a dove's call.

"Born in the dark, I suppose this was going to happen. I love you anyways, my little baby boy. It's nice to meet you, little one. I'm your mama. My little Darkner. We'll need to make sure you're covered. The light might be too much for you. For how long I cannot say."

I don't think the Flower quite understood what she meant until Mom somehow stood up to stumble into her room six hours later. The tiny wrapped bundle cradled in her arm. She was wearing a simple lilac gown in place of her royal robes. She was visibly drained of stamina and exhausted in every possible way. Bags under her eyes, a slow gait, and heavy breathing.

The Flower saw what the child looked like. 'Unnaturally pale with some pinkish hues coming through the fur. His tiny nails as well as his horns once they grew in would be that same pinkish shade.

"Albino" I remember the flower saying. And then laughing that horrible laugh that never leaves my thoughts. "Albinos never last long in the wild, let's see how long he lasts in captivity. Even if the barrier breaks, he'll fry like an egg in the sunlight."

After that, the Flower regained control and that's the last thing I remember.

Over the next few years, the Flower popped around to spy on them. Ralsei grew quite fast and took to his immortality quickly. By that time, the loop had already started to take effect and I had reset quite a few times by this point. For Ralsei's fifth birthday, Mom got him green robes and a pointy hat, for his eighth birthday, she made him a long hot pink scarf and gave him an ancient crucible steel human cauldron that fell from the surface. Just last week, we took it to be appraised by a professor at the nearby university. Ancient Celtic apparently. Very well preserved. Probably thanks to Mom's efforts. Ralsei still uses it to practice his unique "Cauldron Cooking". Not that much different from using a crock pot. Ralsei's Sea Salt Ice Cream Cakes are quite good.

When the human children began falling down into the Underground, Mom tried to help and adopt each and every one of them as her own. Ralsei was so excited each and every time to make a new friend, never having anyone else other than his own mother to play or talk with. It was quite a lonely existence in the Ruins.

Which only made their deaths all the harder on both of them. And every time it happened, a piece of their hearts broke. Ralsei just became more and more fragile. Mom only got angrier and angrier at Dad. Ralsei retreated further into the safety of his mind. The Flower from time to time would pop out and torment him. I still feel guilty about that.

I often saw Ralsei hanging around the flowers at Chara's grave by the entrance to the Ruins. Maybe some part of him knew something was there, even though Mom would never dare speak of Chara or me. The memories were still too painful.

When Frisk arrived, everything changed. There's something special about him. You know, other than the master of time manipulation, ability to fight infinitely stronger opponents, and superhuman willpower to keep his soul together. Once Frisk connected with us monsters, we couldn't help but love him.

After Chara betrayed us, I not only thought I was incapable of giving love but receiving it too. Sure, there was a time when she was my best friend too. She was my sister. Mom, Dad, and I wanted to save her all that time. To give her a family and a place to call home. Unfortunately, vengeance blackened her heart long ago. Mine nearly was. I walked the abyss of the Underground every day for centuries of time loops. Somehow I avoided falling in permanently. Chara just...didn't want to be saved. She fell into that pit years ago, and nobody, not even I could have pulled her out of it.

You definitely know the tale of how Frisk escaped Mom and began his journey right? Well, it happened just a little differently. Ralsei didn't want to stay trapped in the Ruins either. He had grown too attached to Frisk and didn't want to see him go. So he slipped some melatonin into Mom's pie. I'll have to ask him what kinds of things Mom was teaching him. Frisk confronted her at the exit like normal, except Ralsei disobeyed and followed them. After Mom allowed Frisk to go, Ralsei told me Mom was losing consciousness quickly, so he dashed out of the Ruins after Frisk.

Ralsei caught up with Frisk quickly and started following him on his journey. I think everyone in the Underground had an inkling about what Ralsei was, even with his robes on and his hat covering his head, including the smiley trash bag. But for whatever reason they chose not to say anything.

Most of the journey went just as how Mr. Toby Fox displayed it in the game he made about our story. With the addition of maybe a few extra conversations Ralsei and Frisk had with the other monsters and each other. I wasn't around them the whole time, and I'm still learning details as time went on.

At the end, Mom was livid with Ralsei, but forgave him immediately when she reunited with Frisk. And then there's Dad...

Meeting Ralsei for the first time was... wonderful, but hard for Dad. Not knowing that he had another blood son. Never being there for his birth, his birthdays. Never being there to make his first toy, or play ball with him, or anything really. It was even stranger for Ralsei. Since he had never known or been told about Dad from Mom. He wasn't angry at Mom for never telling her. Ralsei isn't one much for cliched responses. All he wanted was to learn more about his father.

The details after that go into how I came back, which I'll cover in good time. All you need to know is officially meeting my new little brothers for the first time as myself was probably the best moment of my life.

These days. only a year after we left the Underground, life is finally getting better. Not always fantastic, but so much better. Every day, one step at a time. Ralsei, Frisk, Susie, and I are still close as ever. We all live together in a seven-room multimillion-dollar apartment, paid in full by the government of England. Susie having just joined our family only a month ago. On the surface, Mom thought Ralsei should have new more modern clothing. So he traded out his robes for a modern-style Poncho to cover his Torso.

When he goes out into direct sunlight, we always try to get him to wear his pointy hat or a sunhat that Muffet made for him. We had to swap out his old glasses for some professionally made ones. Of course, boss monster-sized glasses for big monster eyes weren't readily available, so we had to get his custom-made from a company in America.

His cooking is starting to rival Mom's and my own. His Cauldron Cooking is quite top-notch.

Our apartment is very much like his own little kingdom. Since he can't always go outside, he takes care of most of the chores and cooking when Mom can't. We have our own sizable library that he's been spending a lot of time in. For work, I've been having to learn a few different languages being so close to other countries. Spanish, French, Polish, German, Italian, and Danish. And the ancient languages that I'm glad to have persisted. Celtic, Welsh, Latin. So I bring a lot of language learning books home that he snags almost every time.

When he does go out, he's often visiting Dad and my other work friend Noelle and her sister December.

Ralsei, Frisk, and Susie aren't quite ready for public human schools, so until we can find something suitable for them, Alphys often stops by to be their tutor.

It's getting late, but I will expand on more details of Ralsei's life here later. Maybe you can catch Ralsei and Susie hanging out silently in my streams! Howdy to you all and I hope to see you again next time!

[moody4world]

Got my twin with me like the parent trap (pt.4)

A/N: I know it took forever to post this and I sincerely apologize. I was super busy and couldn’t find the time to sit down and write how I wanted to. Hope this makes up for it🤍

Once Jack was done helping Andre unpack he went downstairs to his studio to continue on a new song he was writing. As much as he tried he couldn’t get the thought of Hayden looking and acting different out of his mind. “I go a few weeks without seeing the kid and suddenly something’s off.” He says to himself. He shakes the thoughts off and goes back to writing.

Meanwhile Andre just walked outside to the pool in his swimming trunks ready to test out the pool. As expected, Stephanie was also near the pool with his dad, on one of the fancy chairs that his uncle Jack definitely did not choose on his own. “Come on Hayds let me introduce you to a friend of mine. This is Stephanie Walsh.” Urban wrapped his arm around Andre’s shoulder pulling him closer to Stephanie.

“Hi, well well well if it isn’t the famous Hayden, I have been hearing things about you all summer.” Was the first thing Stephanie said to Andre. He didn’t like how she spoke in a baby voice to him as if he was a little kid, not even his own parents did that to him. If he was raised a little less proper he would’ve been a bit mean towards his dad’s supposed friend but he was raised right so he kept his composure to the best of his abilities. “Well here I am.” Andre said with some fake enthusiasm.

“Oh Urban he is adorable.” Urban had a proud smile on his face, however Andre was not as amused. “You know, your father talks about you all the time. I was convinced you’d be a little daddy’s boy but you are so grown up.”

Her tone was really getting on Andre’s nerves. “Yeah, i’ll be seventeen soon. How old are you, thirty seven?” Andre could see Stephanie’s eyebrows go up in shock. “I’m twenty four actually.” “Oh so only seven years older than me..how old are you again dad?” Urban noticed that there was some slight tension going on and immediately got up at that question. “Wow suddenly you like math, uhm i’m gonna go inside and get some more pizza and maybe a couple beers to celebrate.” “What are we celebrating?” Andre asked all confused. “Your homecoming of course.” Stephanie answered obviously. “Be right back.” Urban left the two alone as he went inside.

Just as Urban walked away, Stephanie’s phone started ringing. “Stephanie Walsh” She raised a finger towards Andre in a ‘give me a moment’ gesture and continued her call. Andre decided to go on and dip his toes in the water to check the temperature. His ears however were listening to Stephanie’s conversation. “Hello Mr. Tanner, oh yes of course.”

“Mhm i’m writing it all down.” At that sentence Andre turned to look at her, knowing that it was a full on lie. “Oh of course it’s a great plan and I agree but unfortunately Mr. Wyatt and Mr. Harlow will be out of the country those days.” This also caught Andre’s attention. “Yes I will pass the message to him, thank you.” Once she hung up and set her phone aside she decided to engage in more conversation with Andre as if nothing had just happened.

She scooted to the end of the poolside chair so she could be somewhat closer to where Andre was sitting at the edge of the pool. “So Hayds, how was camp? Was it adventurous?” Andre did not answer the question, instead he decided to ask what really interested him. “My dad’s going out of the country?” “Oh no, I just had to tell a little white lie to get him out of something.” Stephanie giggled awkwardly. “You know, I have never heard a man talk about his kid the way your father talks about you, you two seem pretty close. Even your uncle speaks very highly of you.” Andre stood up, getting ready to jump into the pool. “Well you know, we are pretty close. We’re all each other have.” He shrugged with a mischievous smirk before cannonballing into the pool, splashing water all over Stephanie’s dress.

She squealed and hurriedly stood up from her chair. She grabbed the nearest towel on the other chair and started patting herself dry. Once Andre got back up he acted shocked and sympathetic. “Oh sorry, did I get you wet Steph?” He asked in a mocking tone. Stephanie sighed frustratingly and replied “Oh just a bit Hayds.”

“You know, your dad took me riding the other day and he let me borrow your bike. I hope that’s okay with you.” “Oh sure. The bike did feel strange when i used it earlier..not that you’re strange or anything. Actually compared to the others you’re pretty normal.”

Stephanie raised an eyebrow at that. “Others? what others?” “I mean… if I was a woman I would want to know about the other women if I was number twenty nine in a man’s life.”

“I’m number twenty nine?” Stephanie asked offendedly. “Yeah, it’s always the same routine. Bike riding, take her to the studio, romantic dinners multiple nights.” Just as Stephanie was about to ask another question Urban came back out with a pizza box in one hand and some bottles of beer in the other.

Later that night Andre texted Hayden who was more than happy about being in London and meeting his mother.

Andre 💂🏽‍♂️

Facetime me right now!!!

Hayds🤞🏽

uhhh you know it’s day time over here right? do you want my ass to get caught?!

Andre 💂🏽‍♂️

It’s really not that hard Hayden just facetime me this is a serious problem!!!

Hayds 🤞🏽

ok ok damn chill with the exclamation marks btw thank god we both have the same phone with a clear case because i completely forgot that our people could notice that

Andre 💂🏽‍♂️

Thank god one of us has a brain. I noticed that from the beginning which is why I never bothered about it and could you PLEASE use commas when you text? You’re making my life harder than it is right now. FACETIME ME.

Hayden rolled his eyes at his dramatic brother and finally face timed him.

“What was such a big problem that it had to be over facetime? You better not ruin this for the both of us.” Hayden said as soon as Andre accepted the call.

“Well you’re going to want to hear this so brace yourself. Dad has a girlfriend.”

The reaction that Andre was waiting for never came. Hayden simply stared at him, sort of waiting for him to say something else. “Well? Aren’t you going to say something about that?” Andre asks annoyedly. “Nope, dad has a new ‘girlfriend’ every other month Andre, it’s nothing to worry about.” Hayden shrugs

“You told me that but this one seems like a serious thing Hayds, he let her borrow your bike.” Unlike the first announcement, this time Hayden definitely reacted. He was shocked that his dad would let someone borrow his bike that was so precious to him. “MY BIKE?! My precious baby, is she okay?! Did you check everything for me?!”

Andre rolled his eyes. “Yes I checked your precious baby for you…weirdo.” “It’s so funny when you say shit like weirdo with your british accent. So what are we gonna do about this girl? What’s her name anyway and what does she look like?” “Her name is Stephanie Walsh, some type of banker. Long black hair, kinda looks like Vanessa Hudgens.” “Banker?! that’s new.” “Exactly. And get this, no bbl and no fillers either. “No bbl AND no fillers? That’s definitely new when it comes to dad. We might have a problem on our hands Andre.”

“Ya think?! You HAVE to bring mom over here immediately.” Andre demanded. “Andre are you crazy? I’ve only had one day with her. I can’t and I won’t. I wan’t to spend more time with her.” “But dad’s in love!” “Dad doesn’t fall in love, we’ll be fine. Just break them up, lie about something if you have to.”

“Well I would but i’m clearly at a slight disadvantage. I only met the man less than twenty four hours ago.”

“Oh sorry what was that? My airpods cut off I can’t hear you Andre.”

“Can you hear me now?”

“I- connection- hear- you” Hayden lied while turning his wifi on and off.

“Hayd-“ Hayden hung up the facetime, cutting his brother off. He was having so much fun getting to spend time with you that the thought of going back to a life without his mom really saddened him. He wasn’t ready for that.

The next morning in Louisville, Andre was with Jack in the kitchen while Jack was making breakfast for the two. “Your dad wanted to go for a bike ride with you but you overslept so he asked you to meet him in the backyard with your bike later when you’re done with breakfast.” “Oh okay sure.”

“But of course I would oversleep too if I was up at three in the morning on a phone call.” Jack said suspiciously.

“Oh that.. I was calling my friend from camp. They forgot about our time difference so they called me.”

Jack stared at Andre hoping that he would crack but the boy did not budge. “Okay, if you say so.”

“Meet your dad when you’re done with breakfast.” Andre took one bite from his toast and said “All done” and ran to the door. Andre pulled and pulled on the door but it wouldn’t move. “Push bro.”Jack said watching him from the kitchen. Andre pushed the door and it opened with ease. Well that’s embarrassing. “Oh..right I forgot.” He ran out to the backyard to meet up with his dad. Jack shook his head at Andre’s actions. He couldn’t help but wonder “What has gotten into that kid?”

Urban and Andre were riding their bikes to a nearby park where Urb would usually do bike rides with Hayden. “Hayd I wanna talk to you about Stephanie.” Urban said out of the blue. “And I want to talk to you about my mother.” Andre said. Urban glances at him quickly before looking back to where he’s riding. “What about your mother?” “Well I still haven’t met her and i’m turning seventeen soon. Dad I really thinks it’s about time I have a mom.” “I do think it’s about time you have a mom.” As they pulled up to the parking lot, to Andre’s surprise, Stephanie was also there but she had another man with her. They got off of their bikes and went to Stephanie and her friend.

“Hey honey.” She greeted Urban excitingly with a huge smile on her face. She hugged him and kisses his cheek, leaving a print from her red lipstick. “Hi Hayd.” Andre simply nods curtly to her. “Stephanie.”

She falsely smiles and turns back to Urban. “Have you told him yet?” “About to.” The two whisper to each other with Andre and the other man standing there awkwardly. “Why don’t the three of us go out to dinner tonight?” She suggested out loud. “Oh no can do Steph I promised Hayd we’d hang out all day today.” Urban declined. “That’s fine, I have plenty of work to do. We’ll talk later Urby.” Stephanie turned around and walked to what seemed to be her car followed by her friend who Andre assumed was her assistant. Once they’re in the car, Stephanie lets out an annoyed groan. “Step one, get that annoying and sassy little boy into a far away boarding school.” She started the car and they drove off.

As Urban and Andre are taking the usual path, Urban makes a stop once they reached the top of the path. “Are you excited for our camping trip?” “What camping trip?” “What camping trip?” Urban repeated in offense. “The one we take every summer before you go back to school.” He says. “Oh yeah that camping trip. Yeah i can’t wait!” He lied.

“So uh Hayd, what do you think of Stephanie?” Urban asked him. “As what dad? Your financial adviser? Your friend? Your-“ “No just in general Hayd, what do you think of her? As a person.” Andre did not like where this was going at all. Was he really so smitten over this girl??? “Well, she’s cute, she has nice teeth. Honestly dad Stephanie’s a complete stranger to me. Why do you want my opinion on her anyway?”

“I’ll tell you why Hayd.” Urban turned to Andre. “Hayd, believe it or not.” Andre didn’t let Urban finish his sentence. He refused. So he did the next best thing he could think of. “RACE YOU HOME DAD” he said as he took off on his bike, paddling as fast as he could so he can get home. “HAYD i’m trying to tell you something” Urban called after him but Andre paid no mind. Urban started paddling as well but Andre was already far gone. Once andre got to the yard he threw his bike down and ran into the house.

He was walking back and forth in the living room completely stressed. “This is too much for me to handle! I can’t handle all of this i’m just a kid!” He told himself. He leaned on the back of the seat, taking off his hat to scratch his hair. “You got something you wanna share with the class, big man?” Andre gasped and jumped from shock. He had no idea Jack had been sitting in the exact seat he leaned on. “Jack! you gave me a fright.” He said breathing heavily while he held his chest. Jack frowned and stood up from the chair with his hands on his hips. “I gave you a fright?” He asked all perplexed as he crossed his arms. “I mean you scared me, I didn’t know you were sitting there.” “Are you sure there isn’t anything you wanna talk to me about?” Jack asked him once again.

“Like why you don’t ask about my songs anymore or how your appetite has changed and why you’re using expressions like ‘you gave me a fright’?” Jack asks while circling him intimidatingly. Andre was undoubtedly nervous. “Jack I changed a lot over the summer…that’s all.” He said calmly and surprisingly Jack accepted it. “Okay.” or so Andre thought. “Well if I didn’t know any better i’d say it’s almost like you were…” Jack stopped himself. “Forget it, it’s impossible.” He turned around to walk away. “Almost as if I were who, Jack?” Andre asked him curiously. “Nobody, nobody. Forget I mentioned it.” Jack laughed nervously and turned back around. “Almost as if I were…Andre?” At that moment Jack froze.

He turned around and took a couple steps closer to who he thought was Hayden. “You know about Andre?” He asked him surprisingly. Andre took one deep breath before telling Jack “I AM Andre.” Jack’s eyes had never been so wide. He couldn’t believe it but it all made sense now.

Before he could say anything else, Urban stormed in, startling them. “Hayd, why did you take off like that? I told you I wanted to talk to you about something.” Urban noticed Jack still standing in the same spot he was in when Andre told him the truth. He had a look of admiration in his eyes. Like a father holding their child for the first time. It was almost as if he had tears in his eyes. “Jack why are you staring at him like that?”

Andre begged Jack with his eyes to not say a word. “Like what? I’m not looking at him in a special way. I’m looking at him the same way I have in 16 years.” He swallowed down his tears. “Since the day he came back from the hospital. Seven pounds, eleven ounces and twenty one inches, this is how I look at him.” He said as he teared up uncontrollably at the end. “Can I hug him?” Jack was an emotional wreck. He hugged Andre super tight as he rubbed his back. “He’s so awesome. And so grown up.” Jack sobbed.

Andre hugged him back with a very happy smile. It felt good that he could finally officially meet a family member as himself. Jack accepting him with literal open arms was such a nice, warm, reassuring feeling that he will never forget. Jack finally let go of him and started making his way towards his room. Still facing them he tells Andre “I’m gonna order something special for you to eat. What would you like? Anything? You know what? It doesn’t matter, i’m just gonna order everything I can.” And he was gone.

Urban simply shook his head at his weird best friend. “Come here Hayd” He guided Andre to the sofa nearby. “We have to talk.” Andre took a seat on the sofa and Urban sat on the coffee table directly in-front of him. “Okay, shoot.” “Buddy, I wanna know what you think about making Stephanie part of the family.” “Part of OUR family?” Andre asked skeptically. Urban nodded his head. “Yeah.”

Andre pretended to think for a few seconds and replied. “I think it’s an awesome idea.” “Yeah?” “Inspiring!” “You do?” Andre thought of another word. “Brilliant!” He said, full of enthusiasm. “You do?” Urban asked excitingly. “Totally! I mean it’s a dream come true, i’ve always wanted a big sister.”

Urban’s smile dimmed a bit as he laughed nervously. “Uhm Hayd I think we missed the point.” And Hayden said “No we’re not, we’re going to adopt Stephanie. That is so sweet dad.” Urban shook his head immediately saying “No, i’m not going to adopt her. I would like to marry her.”

“MARRY HER?!” Andre jumped up from his seat. And started pacing angrily. “That’s insane! You can’t marry a woman young enough to be my older sister.”

“No puedes hacerme esto.” “Hayd” “Y mi mamá?!” “Hayd” Urban tried to grasp his attention but Andre was rambling non stop. “Nunca estuviste enamorado de nadie, que ves en ella???” “HAYD” Urban finally got him to stop pacing and calm down. “Was that spanish?” Urban was very confused. Since when did his son speak spanish. “I uhm I learned it at camp. Look i’m sorry. Let’s just discuss this calmly and rationally.” He said as he took a couple deep breaths. “Yeah and in english if you don’t mind.” Was Urban’s reply. “Bud what has gotten into you?” “Nothing, it’s just..dad you can NOT marry her it’ll ruin everything.”

Andre couldn’t take his anger anymore and decided to step outside. Urban sighed out of frustration and got up from where he was sitting. As he turned around he caught Jack staring at him from the kitchen opening. “Don’t look at me, I know nothing.” Jack rushed and walked out of Urban’s sight.

Just as Urban was stepping out into the porch, a bright red mustang pulls in. It’s Stephanie. Urban took a seat and stretching his legs out. “Hey Urby!” “Hey” Urban was obviously tired. “You sound stressed.” Stephanie says while taking a seat on Urban’s lap. “How about a drink?” She suggested. “Can you make mine double?” Stephanie giggled before pulling a bell out of her bag and started ringing it loudly. “Jack~” She yelled simultaneously. She repeated this process three times until Jack finally came outside with an annoyed facial expression. “You rang?” He asked sarcastically.

“Could you pour us a drink please? And make Urby’s double.” Jack looked at her as if she just lost her mind. He turned to Urban to see if they were serious. “Please Jack?” Was all Urban said and Jack rolled his eyes and walked back inside as he shook his head in disbelief.

“I told Hayden.” Urban sighed to Stephanie as she played with his hair. “And how did that go?”

[therk900]

☀️January TC Challenge (Day 1-31)☀️

1. Do you think your TC will teach you next year? M is teaching me this year and i'm so exited for it! I also still have A this year!

2. If you had to move to another city, how would you tell your TC? Would you confess to them?  Maybe in person so i could see how they reacted and i would maybe confess them!

3. Have you ever written a letter to your TC? If no, would you ever do that and what would be in it? If yes, what did you write?  Yes. I made one for S mid 2022. I wrote how I was so thankful for him.

4. Are you attracted to your TC in a more emotional or sexual way? Or both? Both if i'm being completely honest

5. How did you meet your TC? Do you remember your first conversation?  B and S both taught me when they first joined, and I sadly don’t remember our first conversation since we had so many and it was so long ago. I think with A, it was just mainly about getting to know each other, and i got to know him because my old maths teacher used to teach him. I met A around the same time as S! I met M at the start of last year since he was my teacher for a small bit of a subject i took! Our first conversation was him praising me and my answers

6. If it were to happen, how do you imagine the perfect kiss going down with your TC? If by chance you have kissed your TC, how did it happen? For S and M, I imagine it being the last day of school and they give me a goodbye kiss! With B, maybe a reunion kiss or something like that. With A, maybe a quick goodbye kiss!

7. Have you ever had an argument with your TC?  No. I would have nothing to argue about with them

8. Do you see your TC outside of school?  I wish I did. Hopefully i get to see B maybe, especially because he left

9. Do you have a memory you are particularly fond of with your TC? Any cute stories? When B was still at my school, B and I would have chats about random things and ask about my hobby of drawing! He also used to check up on me during school assemblies! Once when i was staying back after school, i was on a call with my dad, and i saw S walking towards me. I finished up the call with my dad so fast (my dad and i were done anyway) and talked with S until he got to his car. I helped him remove some things off his car before saying goodbye! This happened recently before it was the school holidays, but when i was in M's class, i was working on my own since i didn't really know anybody in that class. M saw this and decided to work with me! He was really sweet throughout it and technically gave me all the answers With A, we were working on something that my teacher gave me, and it had a question about a sports team that he followed. The question involved his team losing, so A decided to cross out his team's name and put a different team's name instead. A and i were laughing about it for a while.

10. If your TC is still married, would you (still) want a relationship with them? it all depends, really in my opinion

11. Do you have a photo with your TC? If yes, how did you get it?  Yes. I have one with B. I got it because the photo is in the school yearbook.

12. Do you think anyone you haven't told about your TC knows you're crushing on them? Most likely. It is obvious 

13. When is your last class with your TC? Will you see them over summer break?  My last class with S was in 2021 and with B, it was term 3 last year. I won’t see them over the holidays sadly. with M, it was at the end of last year. I will defiantly see A over the holidays!

14. Have you ever mentioned the tcc/teacher crushes to your TC? NO WAY. I would move schools after that. Even to the other side of the world!

15. Do you think one of your classmates has a crush on your TC? I don’t know tbh

16. Do you get jealous when you see your TC with other students? Not really

17. If you and your TC had a long distance relationship, do you think it would work out? Yes...

18. What's your TC's degree? Do you like what they studied? S: Science and a language B: English  M: Science i like those subjects

19. Have you ever cried about your TC? If so, why? No

20. Have you ever cried in front of your TC? If yes, why? I have cried in front of B once, I have forgotten the reason why. S saw me just after I finished crying and it was embarrassing. 

21. Do you know about your TC'S family? If yes, what do you know? I know of M’s daughter. (He introduced me to her once which was cute)

22. Would you consider them a dog person or a cat person? I would consider them all cat people. But maybe M would be a dog person

23. How would you tell your TC about your feelings? (If you had to) Letter most likely so it can be anonymous 

24. Do you know how your TC dresses outside of work? In casual shit, I guess

25. What are they like when they are upset? I’ve never seen any of them upset. When B was getting annoyed, he would just be like “come on guys” and everyone would just shut up

26. Where do you sit in relation to their desk/spot/lecturing position? With B, i used to sit at the front, near where he was sitting. With S and M, usually at the back, so I can admire them. Since A and I have private sessions, I technically sit right next to him

27. Do they know another language?  S knows Italian. i think A may know a tiny bit of greek

28. What do you have in common with your TC? B and I both had pets at one point and A and i went to the same School (he left a couple years before i joined)

29. Have you texted/messaged your TC? I’ve messaged A multiple times! I’ve only emailed the others

30. What is the most frequent TC daydream you play in your head? Me cuddling with them

31. If you could only say one more sentence to your TC before graduation, what would it be?  "I will miss you a fuck ton"

[athunderstryke]

my grandparents have recently both passed away and my dad is currently remodeling their house with the intention of selling it. they lived countries and continents away so I didn't get around to visiting them all that often but from the times that I did, I remember that house and I remember that they lived there. I asked my brother, who is much older than me and spent a lot more time growing up in the house, if he is sad that the house is being changed and we may never go in it again. He hasn't been able to visit at all in the past years even though he constantly wishes he could so I thought he would be sad. But it surprised me when he said that he doesn't mind about the house, he plans to visit the graves. I realized that I did not think that way. Because to me, their memory, their soul, isn't with a rock I've never seen before. It's in my memories, in the house. It's when my grandma helped me wash and hang my laundry to dry from the apartment window, its where my grandpa would joke around and tell me he can summon rain by singing when we were walking through the hallway. Revisiting these memories, seeing the worn out wood floors, the sun bleached rugs, the china collections, and the old old tv, that would be more impactful for me in remembering them.

But all of this is different for my dad. To him, he's getting peace and closure with clearing out the house. He didn't have the best relationships with his parents, so changing the house and getting rid of it is his way of lifting the past traumas off his shoulders. In a way it was exactly the same for me here. Since my dad has been gone for years to take care of my grandparents and now fix the house, us here, my siblings and I, have been remodeling my dad's house with the intention of renting it while he's gone. This house was where I grew up. Played with my toys running all around, stuck glow in the dark stars and paper moons on my walls, etched my height into the door frame. But also, this is the house where I'd drop everything I was doing and freeze to try to hear why my parents were yelling. This was the house where the dinners would be tense. This is the house where I was lectured that I shouldn't listen to pop music. This is the house where I began to be obsessively germaphobic, because that's what my dad was. But also, this is the house I lived in when I had the most friends, the entire street were mostly kids my age and we would all play, go to the park and play lava tag, play in the mountain wilds, turn our front yards into potion shops and super hero hangouts. This was the house I bravely learned to lose my baby teeth. The house where my mom would teach me to cook and sew. But also, this was the house where my dad was always by his computer, typing away at his book or arguing with someone online about politics. The house I was homeschooled in cause real school didn't work for me. My mom tried her best but I was difficult and I would cry and yell because I just couldn't understand math. This was the house I loved and hated and would never want to live in again. So of course I wanted it remodeled, I wanted that white-ish yellow walls my dad painted when we first moved in to be gone. The beige matted carpets that never got vacuumed after me and my mom moved out completely ripped out. The lights changed, the countertops, the banisters, the front door. Change everything, replace Theseus's ship one plank at a time. We threw out old things and shoved all my dad's stuff in a storage unit. Now there are new people living there. But with so much stuff changed, I realized the memories still remained. The house looks different on the inside but the layout is still the same, the kitchen where my dad jokingly said he'd kill me if I was gay is still there, the bedroom I cried in and couldn't sleep cause I anxious about something or another. The outside is the exact same. The backyard where my dad planted trees we took care of cause he'd leave. My friends houses are still there even though every single one of them has moved away. You can change the ship's planks all you want, making it technically a different ship, but in Theseus's mind, it will always be the same ship.

Not sure what the intention of this post was. Supposed I wanted to draw parallels and underline history repeating itself in my family. Maybe for the first time in many years I am starting to understand my dad and not really hate him in my angsty teenage way. Everyone has their unique upbringing causing a butterfly affect for the rest of their lives and affecting their children. he was raised in the soviet union, his country experienced famines, money in banks was lost, he did everything he could to get his family out of there, they moved around until getting a scholarship into an American college and being able to comfortably move his family to the US and then I was born. I understand the stress he lived through, I understand that there are some things I don't understand. I understand that I won't ever forgive him for some of the things I grew up with. But I also understand that he loves me, he doesn't know how to love me, cause his love can be stressful and suffocating sometimes, but he loves me. And I am making my peace with that, I am moving on. Because even if you don't agree with someone, they have a negative effect on your mental health, and you wished they raised you better, they still deserve to be understood.

my life and circumstances may be different than yours, but I still wish my thoughts here helped you be able to make peace with your own life.

[robertphilip]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOFIA!!!!!! i have questions >:3

what’s her favorite color? what are her favorite disney movies? what’s her favorite thing to do with each family member one-on-one? what’s her favorite animal? what does she wanna be when she grows up? what’s her favorite stuffed animal/comfort item? what’s her favorite school subject? does she like video games? does she like sports? and lastly, how old is she when she first goes to andalasia !!!

AH !! 💛

I think her favorite colors are yellow, green, and purple ! Though if she had to pick just one, it would be yellow.

Her favorite Disney movie is Tarzan, and she really likes Kerchak. Her love for him stems from when she was a baby, for some reason his angry face just always made her giggle. and she does Not like that he dies 💔 She also really loves Tarzan because the music reminds her of Giselle, who used to sing You'll Be in my Heart when she was a baby 🤧 I think she's also very fond of Mulan, and the Princess and the Frog. and while it's not a big favorite, she likes Frozen because she knows Robert does not like it, so she can annoy him with Let it Go.

Her favorite thing to do one-on-one with Giselle is just about everything. I think Sofia follows her mother around wherever she goes, and always wants to help, and learn whatever it is Giselle's doing. If her mother is cooking, Sofia is right there beside her (usually in her way (affectionate)) and asks a million questions. Same with sewing, or gardening, or even cleaning. And she's always very proud of herself when she's able to help !! I think she really loves cuddling with Giselle most, though, especially if it involves her mother reading to her, she looooooves her mother's voice (and who doesn't, honestly)

With Robert, her favorite thing is driving him crazy. and I mean that both jokingly, and genuinely, because god, she really loves when he lets out an exasperated sigh, it's her favorite thing in the world. Her dad is the most "let's just do something calm and relaxing" parent, which is nearly impossible for Sofia, because she just can't sit still, but she is very fond of playing sudoku !! Both Robert and Sofia are big math nerds, so from a pretty early age, he was teaching her how to play. They play that, or just really any math related activity, and she loves it. Giving her a math activity is the easiest way to get her to stop bouncing off the walls.

With Morgan, it's arts & crafts related stuff. Which, she does this with Giselle, too, but she really loves doing it with Morgan just because her art style is so different from their mother's. I think they color, and draw, and paint a lot !

She loves gorillas, and when they go to the zoo, she always wants to see them first. But she's a huge bug and reptile girlie at heart, like she loves bugs way too much, and both Robert and Giselle have to remind her constantly that the bugs cannot cuddle in bed with her, that they have to stay outside. She really wants a pet snake, or a lizard, and while Giselle is fine with it, Robert is like "please tell her no, please tell her no, please tell her no, please !!!!!!!!!!!!!" because he can't deny his daughter anything, but he really doesn't want a snake in the house because he knows Sofia will make him hold it and he really doesn't want to 😩

I think she would want to be a fiction writer! She's got such a huge, active imagination, and she's very creative. She's always coming up with wild stories, and eventually she'd start to make coherent plots and characters, and put all those ideas on paper. I actually really love the idea of both her and Pip writing stuff together when they see each other, because he's a great storyteller too!

Her favorite stuffed animal is a little ugly stuffed dog named Fred. I say ugly in the most affectionate way, of course. It was something Robert bought for her before she was even born, so she's had it since she was a baby, and she loves it. She takes him everywhere, and for awhile he, of course, had no name, and was just "doggy", but then, suddenly, she decided his name was Fred. No reason behind it, he's just Fred. or Freddy, sometimes.

Math is definitely Sofia's favorite subject !! I like to think she'd probably join a mathletes type group at some point :]

I go back and forth on whether she (or Morgan) would ever enjoy video games, and I think yes, but the problem is all the games I know are a bit older, so I guess Sofia will just like (kind of) outdated things soidjfsodjsf I think she'd like Cooking Mama !! and she loves Nintendogs, oh and Sims, she loves the Sims !! and Pokemon, of course, we can't forget Pokemon. but also, the idea of her playing Grand Theft Auto, but never the actual storyline, just stealing cars and running people over is kind of hilarious to me, so I think she'd play that too.

Sofia loves soccer, absolutely loves soccer. I think she tears it up on the field, I really do. The coach tells her a few times "you can relax a little, it's okay... you're six, and so is everyone else on the field..." and she's like "no, I literally can't, actually, they have to be eliminated." She inherited Giselle's competitiveness and overall lack of Chill™️

With Andalasia, I think she'd probably start going when she's around four. Giselle was fine with her portal hopping, and really wanted to take her, but Robert was worried about things possibly going wrong. Sofia was still so young, and such a little thing, he didn't want her getting hurt along the way, so he tried pushing it back as much as he could. Once she hit four, though, he knew he couldn't stop her from going, because Sofia was very aware of the portal existing in their backyard, and he knew if he didn't say yes, she'd jump down by herself, which was an even scarier thought. She was, of course, perfectly fine. As always, Robert just overthinks, but hey, someone in this family has to worry !!

I actually bounce back and forth a lot on whether I think Sofia would want to live in Andalasia when she grows up or not. Cause on one hand, she doesn't want to leave the world she grew up in, and there's far too much she'd miss but she also loves the carefree nature of Andalasia, and prefers the overall vibe a lot more than Reality. She knows that living there wouldn't mean never coming back or seeing her family, of course, but it's still a big change, and one she goes back and forth on a lot. Ultimately, I think she would stay in Reality, but I'm torn because I also do think it'd be interesting for her to move to Andalasia permanently, so idk. It's a convo I have with myself quite often.

[jewishbarbies]

What is your opinion on the age difference 19-24? It used to sound like a lot to me but we are both in college and he very much is not a predator. Not to mention we are both adults. I get that it would have been a problem if he had been working a job or something but it is pretty even ground. I also got into college 2 years ago btw. Like I am feeling like a hypocrite because I was so against age gaps like this but this doesn't feel like a predatory situation to me but I wanted outside perspective from someone completely uninvolved. My friends are prettyyyy on board but then they have never been against age gaps. I will admit that I am worried that I might me ignoring some red flags because he is prettyyy hot, both looks and personality vise, Idk I am just human :(

I don’t personally like the difference just bc one is halfway through their 20’s and the other isn’t even in their 20’s yet. when did you meet? when did you start dating? imo, as long as you didn’t meet and/or begin dating at freshly 18 or younger, it’s less of a predatory nature and more just not a good idea, yknow? my parents have a 5yr age gap (and that’s the biggest gap I’m personally comfortable with but it has conditions) but my dad was freshly 18 when they met and 19 when they got married, you can do the math. he was very emotionally immature compared to my mom and ended up being abusive in many ways bc of it, on top of the fact that my mom openly jokes about “robbing the cradle”. so, all in all, I’m not personally a fan of 19 & 24 regardless of the gender placements and I would just caution you to take it slow and really consider the relationship and how things are going. as someone who is 24 myself, I wouldn’t date anyone younger than 21/22, so idk where this guy’s head is at.

also, “we’re in college so he’s not a predator” is something I would also encourage you to pick apart and really dive into why you think that. an 18yr old can still be in high school but it’s very wrong for them to date a 14/15yr old freshman ‘just bc they’re both in high school’ and there’s no age limit to college. if you’re really not sure, you could look into seeing a therapist or guidance counselor just to get some more perspective and opinions on the situation from someone more educated on the topic.

[grimmgrinningghouls]

Go on about ash I dare you. (Interpret this as me legit asking about ash)

OKAY OKAY There is SO much to say about Ash where do I even start bro. She's been plaguing my brain for a fucking year now she won't leave. She's a skywing from WoF but we made wings of fire dope as shit and cured the series of its straight white woman author disease. She's essentially a spartan warrior version of a dragon and she's so silly.

She's also the daughter of two rich dragons, her moms a decorated war hero, and her dads just a rich prick. Her moms a vile dragon who doesn't care about her children outside of them ending up like her, as in also being decorated and valued members of skywing society. The only attention she gives them is putting them through the whole spartan 9 yards. Much like spartans, she started training around the age she learned to fly, which is 7 years old in dragon years. She was 2 in actual years, but maturity-wise she was 7.

Most skywings are required to go into some form of military training, at least for a few years. Its legally required for them to be in boot camp for 2 years, afterward they can choose to join the military or just do what they wanna do. Most of them join the military bc skywings heavily value their soldiers though. Still, the 2 year boot camp they go through teaches them basic reading, writing, math, and all that fun stuff. Ash didn't go through that however. Due to her mother's rank, Ash was allowed to be home indoctrinated lol.

Which in turn meant she was never taught to write, read, or do math. She can read maps and basic words, and do basic math, but she can't write at all and struggles with reading. All of her time was focused on military. She spent the first 5 years of her life doing grueling exercises, including being starved, whipped, threatened with a snake that could kill her with one bite, verbally abused, and generally just neglected unless she was training. Poor girl went through hell. Ash DOES have siblings tho, in the form of Singe, her older sister, who went through much of the same torment, and her two younger twin sisters, Soot and Smog.

Soot and Smog were left pretty much alone by their mother. Their mother was a very materialistic dragon, she only saw others for their use, she saw Singe and Ash as her future killing machines, and Soot and Smog as nothing more than tokens she could marry off once they were of age to richer families in different tribes to further expand her families influence. Soot and Smog were spoiled and pampered since they had nothing else to do, their father was very uninvolved and tbh a lil bit scared of his wife, while their mother put her focus on Singe and Ash. The twins are incredibly spoiled and like to mock their older sisters.

She did intend to marry Singe and Ash both off as well, she was planning on trying to marry Ash into the royal family, and Singe to whatever dragon she thought would increase their family's riches and power.

Around the age of 19 in human years, conflict began breaking out in pyrrhia thanks to the rainwing queen getting bitter. Their mother (Candle btw) saw this as a lovely opportunity to shove her two oldest daughters into the horrors of war. Singe and Ash are both incredibly competent soldiers due to their upbringing and get praised heavily. It catches the eye of Sunstone, the queen's right-hand man and the top general of the entire army. Essentially, Sunstone has the strongest army in pyrrhia at his command. He's impressed by them, so puts Ash under the mentorship of another very high-ranking general named Aelous, and mentors Singe himself.

Aelous is rough around the edges but treats Ash better than her mother did. Sunstone is a very carefree dragon, so he and Singe end up being besties. These are the first real connections Ash makes outside of her older sister. Sunstones not all he's cracked up to be however, he's a jealous, bitter, and downright delusional monster who doesn't care at all for any dragons life but his own. He thinks that all the queens are doing shitty queen jobs, so is planning to overthrow them all and put rulers he finds more adequate on the throne. To do this, he's working with the previously mentioned bitter rainwing queen who he plans to double cross.

Sunstone sabotages his own army and sends soldiers to their dooms, secretly helping the rainwing queen take out the biggest threat to her from the inside out. Enough about him though.

Ash, after just returning from a scout mission, goes looking for her older sister in the skywing barracks. Lots of stuff happens, but for now, all yall need to know is Sunstone killed Singe. This shook Ash and completely uprooted her entire world. I don't want to go tooo into detail with it, but like I mentioned before, Ash was severely neglected outside of her soldier training. She was never taught how to deal with her emotions and is prone to outbursts of rage, sadness, and even joy. She doesn't know how to express herself, so goes through a very rough grieving process.

Won't spoil any more, but she meets some dragons from another tribe who help her with her grief and in finding herself, and in the end, she's the one who takes down Sunstone and stops the war, commits some war crimes, goes to prison and almost dies at one point, accidentally kills her mother and helps her little sisters not be little shits, as well as cuts off her father, falls in love, and gets over (most) of her trauma

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“And carefree”

Pre school was at a church, 2nd presbyterian next to UT. It’s where I got my oldest nickname: “dimples.” Ms. Angela, I believe that is her name, would always pinch my cheeks when I smiled big.

So many people talked about my smile as a kid, talking about my dimples.

Pre-K is where I met my first few friends, Dale, Kaleb, and Kylie. Kaleb’s dad was the head pastor of the church, and Kylie’s mom ran the school. So I couldn’t tell you how much time I spent in offices and back rooms that the four of us would venture through. I can still remember Kaleb’s dads office, it’s where we hid when church was to boring some days. And I often went to his house after Sunday’s church. I did that till middle school. But we’re not quite there yet.

Dale’s house is where we’d go to hangout outside of school and church. He had an outdoor fridge with kaprisuns. There were always kaprisuns. Orange was my favorite.

I spent a lot of time anywhere but home. Since my mom was gone before I even started pre-k, and my dad worked more hours than I do now, I almost always had to be somewhere. I can see bits and pieces of places.

The old leather chair in Kaleb’s dad’s office, with a computer that hardly ran whatever game we tried and played. The playground, with a big tree in front of the swings. I loved the swings. And that tree has a big knot right at knee level. One person could just barely stand on it and be taller than everyone else on the playground. Between the main church and the small chapel there were so bushes, we could all four hide under them, it was our secrete base. Both Kaleb and Dale’s houses. Dale’s garage specifically. I can still remember Kaleb’s whole house just about.

Kindergarten I can just barely remember, Dale was the only one zoned for Harden Valley with me. Though Kaleb I still saw on Sunday’s.

I had the very last classroom in of HVE’s long wings. I can remember the ginger bread cookies we had for Christmas. I’ve always loved them since then.

1st grade was when I can remember actual feeling of school. We were being taught cursive. I always hated writing and now I had to write two ways? I couldn’t believe it.

I also remember my first billboard project. It was about bats.

As well as starting speech therapy, I could pronounce a lot of words. Especially S’s. My dad always tells the story of going to the zoo and I’d say “daddy! Daddy! Look!! Nakes! Look at the nakes!”

2nd grade I had Ms. Whitehead, and she knew I was a little different. She was unbelievable kind to me. This is also when my reading and math was far above average. I’ll never get that feeling back.

She’d let me play on the computer more than anyone else could.

Going into third grade, that summer. Is when Knox county did a re-zoning. Dale was moved to another school, as was another friend whose name I’ve forgotten but I can see his face in my memory.

This is also the summer my dad started me on common core math textbooks. I had been doing reading since 1st grade. We had a little chart/map thing that I’d put a sticker on each stop after reading a book or doing textbook work.

I was supposed to be *the* smart kid. Smart. That’s a poem I’ve been writing in my head since middle school. A poem I still haven’t finished writing.

Back to third grade.

I can remember so many tears. This is when we did weekly spelling test. I never could spell. I could read the note cards over and over, many sets covered in hours worth of tears.

The blue lines always made funny shapes when they get wet.

I love my father. But he didn’t understand. He didn’t understand Im not right. He didn’t understand Im not like others. My head doesn’t work like that. I tried. I really I tried. I wanted to be a good kid so painfully bad.

I knew every curse word by the end of third grade.

I still couldn’t spell. I still was broken.

Fourth grade was when I found my hate for school. Ms. Mastry. I wasn’t falling behind, I just was always wrong. I was wrong on so much. I think it’s why I hate being wrong now. It’s something I’ve had to work on. I can’t be wrong. If in wrong I’ll get yelled at. If I get yelled at I’ll cry. And I can only turn in so many tear covered work sheets.

I hadn’t had a school friend almost all of third grade. All my friends were spread. I had my church friends at 2nd prez, though it was basically just Kaleb. I had my martial art friends who lived in oak ridge so I never saw them outside of practice. And I had my apartment friends who went to private school or different grades.

I didn’t have a friend who I was their number one friend. And that’s so stupid. So dumb to think about. But I never had that one person who I talked to all the time or did everything with. It was all separate. All different personalities of myself.

I met Dane in fourth grade though, and he was a school friend only as well. But I do remember him well. Looking back we were both neurodivergent compared to most the other kids.

I can see certain things so clearly of this year. I can see the playground, and the same spot me and Dane always went. I can see the time I pulled his chair out from under him when he was sitting. He bruised his tale bone. It’s the only time I hurt someone I cared about. I still think about it now and then. I can still see his teary eyed face.

I can see a certain assignment. A news paper style work sheet on the Boston Tea Party. I didn’t do it. I don’t know why.

I do remember the sheer rage my father had in his voice. I cried so hard, for so long I had to ask for a new one because I ruined it. I said I lost it.

I moved the summer going into 5th grade.

My only consistent friends I had at the apartments were gone. Dane was gone, and we were going 50/50 too my now step moms church and mine. I only saw Kaleb about 26 times a year. I still had my martial arts friends but again, I can think of three times I went to their house to hangout outside of practice. I met Landon sometime around here I believe.

I’ve never had a number one best friend.

I’ve never had a long term, constant friendship longer than three years.

I’ve always ignored that it mattered to me

5th grade was at AL LOTT’s, I didn’t really care. I barely made any friends this year. I couldn’t name you a single person who I hangout with. I hardly remember any of it.

I started going into the deep end of the internet this year. YouTube role play streams, Skype, an anonymous chat room app, and Xbox friends.

I started staying up far too late. I would fall asleep at the desk. Even the teacher’s table. Ms Lenz hated it, though Ms. Towel was more understanding.

6th grade, west valley. I was moved in with my step mom and step sisters fully. I slept on a broken futon for almost a year.

My desk was right under a part of ceiling that slopped down into the room. The bottom barely tall enough to kneel under.

I still have that desk in my room, though if I stare at it too long all I can hear his a screaming voice.