#i might have to wait till baby 2 is a toddler before moving them in

[bunnithechubs]

no personal gp posts cause i was busy building this monster of a home for it!

[kuroos-babie]

Falling in Love with a Single Mom HCs

Sakusa x fem!Reader | Kita x fem!Reader | Tendō x fem!Reader

[ Headcanons/MiniFics ]

Request: LOVED YOUR FALLING IN LOVE WITH SINGLE MOM HCS SHAKAKAOXVAIAL MOSTLY BOKUTO’S AHDIWIXBSIAO!! CAN I REQ THEM WITH SAKUSA KITA AND TENDOU?? TYSM 🤩🤩 —anonymous

a/n: once again,,, i love these hcs so much but i feel like omi was kinda ooc im so sorry (╥﹏╥) i hope u like these still!! i really enjoyed writing these, pls do tell me what you think (~￣³￣)~

❀ he's been watching you for a while now— his team's manager

❀ everyone knew you've recently became a new mom— as well as how your child's dad went MIA a few weeks after you gave birth, left a note breaking things off with you and saying he wasn't ready to be a dad

❀ you usually had your mom or a relative take care of your baby while you went to work, but this time no one was available so you had to bring your son with you

❀ standing by the corner of the crowded cafeteria, he kept on glancing at you obviously struggling to pacify your baby

❀ he didn't like the piercing cries of the child in your arms so he decided to help you, or so he convinced himself

❀ in reality, he couldn't take seeing you so panicked anymore— it agitates him so much

❀ he was trying to remember what komori taught him about babies as he walked over to where you stood

"have you tried feeding it?" he asked nonchalantly, standing a good foot away from you as he tried to peer over your shoulder

"him" you replied, exhaustion and frustration dripping from your tone, "and yeah, i just did"

you sighed

"give me"

it wasn't everyday that sakusa offered help so you jumped at the opportunity, supporting your child's neck and back as sakusa took him, doing the same

❀ he laid the baby on his chest, gently tapping at his back

❀ after a few moments he let out a small burp the baby not sakusa skdka

❀ he handed your child back to you, now silently chewing on his hand, saying he "just needed to burp"

❀ your face felt hot, embarrassed that you had no idea

❀ sakusa just placed a hand on your head and smiled behind his mask before leaving, he knows you needed all the help you can get right now and he, albeit wordlessly, made sure you're aware that he's willing to provide that help

❀ since then he regularly drops by your apartment and helps you clean and take care of your baby saying he's just making sure there weren't any germs near the kid

❀ lets you take naps as he watch your kid— but not before taking a bath, he has spare clothes in your closet

❀ the team notices how he's always over at your place

"omi-kun you're always over at y/n's, might as well move in with her"

"if she wants me to, i don't see any problem with it" he said so casually it made you whip your head to his direction

"do you... want to?" he looked away from you without an answer, avoiding your eyes, "omi-kun do you want to move in with us?"

"i said, if you wanted to" he replied, still avoiding your gaze and cheeks tinted red

❀ you met him at the wet market; well, your daughter did

❀ you noticed her run off while you were buying ingredients for your lunch and stocking up your fridge, quickly trying to catch up to her

❀ she was giddily running around, little 3 year old legs not taking her too far before bumping into a stranger's leg

❀ falling to her bum, your daughter looked up to see brown eyes looking down at her

"i'm sorry, are you alright?"

he helped the child up, holding her steady as he dusted off her bottom

by the time you caught up with the both of them, he already had your daughter in his arms, asking her where her mom was with a smile

"there she is!" she said with a giggle

"baby, what did i tell you about running off on your own?" you scolded her with a tired smile as kita handed her over to you, thanking him kindly

❀ after that encounter, he started to notice you more and more; in the wet market, around the neighbourhood, and in the topics of local grannies

❀ you moved in recently, shortly after your daughter's dad bailed out on the both of you, leaving you to raise her alone; or so he's heard

❀ he would always give you a soft smile and an acknowledging nod whenever you two see each other

❀ it wasn't until his grandmother asked him to bring over some vegetables to your house that he had the chance to have an actual conversation with you

"gran wanted you to have this"

"oh thank you very much", you beamed at him while taking the basket, "do you maybe want to come inside? i'll prepare some tea"

he was about to decline the offer, but the joyful look on your child's face the moment she sees kita convinced him to do otherwise

❀ the two of you talked over tea and snacks while your daughter sat on his lap, playing with his large hand

❀ you couldn't help but smile at the both of them, your daughter never one to be this playful with others, kita didn't seem too bothered either

❀ time passed and kita needed to go back home, much to your daughter's dismay

❀ he didn't want to upset your kid too much so it was decided he'll come back soon to play with her

❀ it became a regular thing for kita to stop by your house on his way home from the fields— spending time with you and your daughter slowly becoming routine

❀ he adored your child's little giggles and the way she insisted having him wear the flower crown she made, glancing at you to see you laughing at the sight had him imagining what life would've been like with the two of you

❀ till he realized he was already living that life— looking forward to seeing you both after a hard day of work at the fields, being greeted by warm smiles and a hug, eating dinner together and sharing laughter

❀ it seems like granny wouldn't have to wait too long for a grandchild

❀ he noticed your 2 year old boy looking—staring, at him from across the restaurant he was having lunch at

❀ so of course he decided to make faces in an attempt to make him laugh

❀ he wiggled his eyebrows at the toddler, waving his hands and cooing— though he wasn't sure if the baby even hears him

❀ the boy decided that tendō pulling at his ears and sticking his tongue out was a winner, letting out a short giggle

❀ you had your back to tendō so you were surprised to see your child laughing when you looked up from your meal

❀ turning around to see tendō making the silliest face, you couldn't help but laugh as well, your son finding it absolutely hilarious and is squealing in delight

❀ tendō's face heated up in embarrassment from being caught but he laughed along nonetheless, shaking his head as you waved your son's tiny hands at him and mouthing 'hello'

❀ he thought you two were adorable so he decided to come up to your table

"you babysitting your nephew? or is that your baby brother?"

you chuckled at him, "he's my son"

"oh"

the redhead's brain buffered for a few moments, "i should get going then, don't wanna offend someone" he laughed awkwardly, hand scratching at his nape

"oh no, it's fine. you're not offending anyone" his eyebrows raised at your reply's implication, "mind taking a seat? my baby seem to like you"

"your baby has great taste" tendō smirked as he slid to the seat opposite yours

"so it seems" you said with a tone that sent a blush straight to his cheeks

❀ the afternoon ended with your number saved on tendō's phone under the name cute baby('s) momma🥺

❀ he texts and calls All The Time; asking how your kid is doing and wanting to see the both of you

❀ after a while of talking and going out, you asked him if he wanted to come over to your place for a visit and he was simply ✨ecstatic✨

❀ spent the whole afternoon crawling around your living room chasing your son, squeals and giggles echoing throughout your house

❀ you've never seen your son be this comfortable with anyone that isn't you and you're just grateful that tendō adores your child as much as your child adores him

❀ when tendō walked up to you— your son in his arms, sleeping soundly on his shoulder, you offered to take the child but he refused and opted to pull you close with his free hand

❀ he leaned against the kitchen counter, both you and your son in his arms as you asked him in a whisper, "can you stay?"

❀ understanding what you meant was more than staying for the night, he answered with a definite "for as long as you want to, of course" before pressing a kiss on your temple

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Moving day (Harry potter)

They say that any move can be stressful and the adjustment period of living with new roommates can be hard for the first few days, even if your new roomies happen to be your older twin brothers. And not making things any easier though they of course love and support you, is that your boyfriend is coming with you for the move, and as such you had to tell them about the special arrangement. Still stories over the phone apparently didn't fully paint a picture and now Ron and Draco are waiting for the twins to stop staring and let them in. The twins themselves were wearing matching white t-shirts and blue jeans. Ron was in a loose and long sleeved black shirt and black cargo pants, and Draco took the cake. what with the pure blood ex bully being in green cover all's (with crotch snaps!) and a black t-shirt it looked like under the cover-all's. and by how swollen and BIG Draco's crotch and rear looked, the boy was easily rocking 3 nappies. "Interesting..fashion choice." George said finally. "Inner child and all that." Fred said.

Getting Draco inside Ron got his big baby of a boyfriend sat down in the living room to get to know his unca's better while Ron went and unpacked, not a easy job to do since they were making use of a magic suitcase so there was at least a few hours worth of work needed for Ron to do. If your wondering why Draco wasn't helping with the unpacking well, He was a little guy in more ways then attire and a bored/grumpy Draco trying to be 'helpful' never ended well. He could of had one of the twins help him but with it being their first time watching Draco, he figured 2 on 1 gave them a fighting chance against his bratty baby boy.

"So..Cripes..you really wear nappies huh?" Fred asked,leaning down for a closer look at the bulky seat of Draco's overall's and nappies. Draco, who had been leaning forward to get some of the baby blocks they had for him to play with gave a annoyed look as this was the 5th time Fred had asked that. deciding that those who get that close to his butt with no care about their own safety deserved what they got and scrunched up his face. George realized what was happening and started to cry out a warning. "Fred wait get back from hi-" but at last the cry came too late and indeed only made things worse. Fred's poor mouth had opened, and with the distraction from George, Draco moved his diapered rear backwards, almost in slow motion and finished his long sputtering but muffed fart on his unca's face. With the deed done and Fred on his back and gagging, George glared at Draco. "what cha do that for?" he demanded, folding his arms. "But unca George, I'm just a widdle boy and NEED my diapies, Unca Fred should of realized he was playing with fire.. or gas." Draco said, doing his best 'i'm so cute you can't stay mad at me' faces and voices. and unlike Ron who had seen them all and could resit, This was Georges first and he instantly melted. "well,m just don't let it happen again. Do you want some ice cream?" George asked Draco of course knew he wasn't suppose to have any, ice cream made him a super duper pooper..Butttt He was just a little boy and lessons had to be learned all around. Fred finally got up and like wise was about to throttle Draco but the power of the puppy look and he was de fanged as well and went to go and smash up some cookies to crumble over Draco's ice cream. '..heh..yeah. I could get used to this~' he thought.

Ron had been hard at work for a hour and came out to get a glass of juice from the fridge. he noticed Draco was nuzzled on the crotch with his brother and smiled, he was glad they were getting along and didn't wanna say anything to spoil their fun. chugging his juice down and getting a refill, Ron just happened to look in the sink and froze, seeing three dirty bowls that had clearly had ice cream in them. "Ohhhh No. No no no.." Ron said, a knot forming in his tummy. coming out of the kitchen and hurrying to look out into the living room he heard the first poot and toyed with just running before the smell reached him. cries of disgust and whimpers of pain were heard and it delayed Ron enough that he didn't escape the stink field in time and was welcomed to the truly rotten smell of a lactose intolerant like Malfoy having dairy. Nose hairs burning and eyes watering Ron sighed and headed for ground zero. Fred and George were each half out a window, Fred on the left and George on the right. Draco not surprisingly was squatting down and hunching, fists closeted and gritting his teeth. from the look of focus on his face and the sweat you'd almost swear he was doing a power up from a anime. at least till you noted the massive diaper that had forced the crotch snaps open (and Ron looked and noticed some of the buttons on the floor) Spotting Ron in the door way Draco started to cry out daddy, but it was over taken with a guttural groan as a cramp hit him. the diaper, which was already racing for his knee caps jumped in size and Ron found himself glad he hadn't taken Harry's advice and gone with muggle diapers, they'd of had a blow out by now! "D-Daddy tummy hurt!" Draco whined and whimpered, tears going down his cheeks and holding out his hands as his knees wobbled. technically Ron should of let Draco suffer, to enjoy the spoils of his win at getting ice cream and suffer butttt...that just wasn't the kinda daddy Ron was. conjuring up a clothes pin for his own nose, and a dummy with a large rubber teat that found it's way into Draco's mouth, Ron came over and hugged the stinky boy. He also once he noticed the twins were trying to escape out the windows, shut them on the twins trapping them but not hurting them. well, not hurting them till anther spell had the back of their knickers get yanked up for twin wedgies. "OWWW! Stoppp Ron knock it off!" "we'll get you back for this!" "mmmmhmmm. I'll be back to free you after I change Draco..or I can let you two go now and you can change him." Ron said, smirking. "...You know, after the first 10 seconds this feels kinda nice." Fred said. "Could do this all day." added George. "For the record you two will be changing him at some point." Ron laughed. "Now hold on.." George started. "You never warned us about him being like..THAT every time that he goes!" Fred protested. "Hmm? oh he's not. but you dipsticks let him have dairy when he's lactose intolerant. reap what you sew." "..If he knew he couldn't handle it then why did he have three bowls of it!?!" "because he's a baby duh. he just likes yummy things and doesn't think about later." A whine from behind and Ron smiled at the huffing Draco who with one last watery fart seemed to be done..and oh my. the diaper had gotten SO shit swelled that it looked like something out of a cartoon show, Draco had basically made a bean bag chair of sorts! in fact if he hadn't of just stopped pooping he might of been picked off the ground! "Jesus sweetie, you have any bones left in you?" Ron asked fascinated and semi worried at the same time. (and maybe a little pride, that was his boy who had just made a super big present.)

The only way to move him at this point was a levitation spell and Draco hated it. the damn things always made him queasy to his belly even though he'd been used to moving much faster during a quditch game. Still there was no way to change him in the house without getting the mess everywhere and his new uncles seemed to have a high enough stone way around the back of their large yard. "oh look, they have a garden back here..you can provide all the fertilizer from now on!" Daddy teased and Draco tried to glare but the cheating bastard tickled the big babies tum tum making him giggle around the paci. Sat down slowly with a loud squish and a horrible smell being released, Draco whined and held his own nose and waved a hand. "heh, yeah buddy, Stinky.":Ron chuckled then opened his diaper. stinky as it was, Draco couldn't help but giggle even in the outdoor setting as Ron turned green in the face. charming a gas mask onto his face daddy was apparently ok and Draco huffed and crossed his arms. "No fair! cheating!" was what he wanted to say, but just gibberish came out instead because he also refused to let the dummy out of his mouth.

45 minutes later (give or take a century from Ron's POV) and the little guy was all cleaned up and his 'treasure' so to speak disposed of. The twins had manage to get free by seeing what Ron had been dealing with they decided to hold back on their revenge so they wouldn't have to change Draco today. Or at least that was the plan but after carrying Draco in just his diapers (him sitting on Ron's lap, snuggling into him and looking more like a little toddler then the high school graduate he was) when Ron came out of their room, Draco was hiding behind him and still had the dummy in his mouth.  just he was sucking on it BIG time and almost giving the twins ideas. then Ron stepped out of the way and the twin's jaws dropped. If his first outfit had been shocking, and his just diapered look adorable, this look was kinda sexy and having the twins who had considered themself hetero till just seconds again were desperately trying to justify thoughts of what they wanted to do with Draco. "Boys..let me introduce the other side of your new nephew..his niece side." Ron chuckled.

Draco's cheeks were bright red, daddy had promised no sissy stuff around his brothers but said this was his punishment for being a little piggy! So now his short blond hair had a light pink bow in it, he was wearing a very short little girl party dress, complete with a bow on the back that daddy had to tie and of course was a mixture of different shades of pink. whine knee high socks were on him and a pair of black Mary janes on his feet. 'At least daddy didn't put make up on me this time." Draco sulked around his paci, waddling forward with the same bulky cloth and rubber pants he'd had before. His his Mary-janes making a clip clack sound on the floor Draco got in front of his unca's and griping the hem of his dress, curtsy and bowed his head. "so..you two think you can try this again and NOT fuck it up?" Ron asked. "I uh..I.." Fred stammered, apparently locked up in resisting the urge to fawn over the little cutie. "You know Fred, i think we could do a smash up job this time. even handle any diaper changes!" George said. "Glad to hear. no take backies." Ron said and turned to go back into Draco and his room to finish working. as he turned a low rumbling sound was heard that turned into a series of wet farts. "Uhhh Ron?" Fred squeaked out as the back of Draco's diaper ballooned out from under the dress. "No take backsies. " was all Ron said then shut the door. "...Still think letting them move in was a good idea?" "Oh shut up!"

the end

[peterstanslizzie]

Reacting To: Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts (Season 2 Episode 5)

Episode Title: Fun Gus Part 1

Spoiler Warning: Kindly proceed if you’ve already seen the episode or are able to handle spoilers.

1. Just like last episode, this particular one begins with a flashback and this time, it’s Kipo’s parents, Song and Lio Oak whom are climbing up a building with tree roots along its walls. The reach the top and they’re amazed by the view of Las Vistas and the different kinds of mutes living there. Song looks almost exactly like Kipo; Only less...pink. 

2. Song has figured out a way to reverse the effects of the mutation in the mutes. And we find out that Hugo aka Scarlemagne was one of the mutes she’s basing her research on! So that explains the supposed backstory between Lio and Scarlemagne we’ve detected in previous episodes. 

3. Also, the reason why they’re there in the surface world is to find out more information about the mutes and how to turn them back to normal. However, both Song and Lio don’t agree with their team’s plans and they decide to hide Song’s research findings from them, especially after discovering that Hugo is able to say her name. Now I’m really curious as to why Hugo ended up becoming so anti-human. I guess it’s due to him seeing how humans have been treating animals over the years or something. 

4. I just find their interactions to be absolutely precious. They’re also planning to stay on the surface for as long as they can.

5. We’re now back to the present and we see Super Dave carrying his friends over a couple of blocks without molting (I never knew this word till now). They notice that Dave has been able to prolong the very form he’s in, far longer than before. 

6. Kipo tells the group that they’re almost at her parents old burrow and she also can’t wait to possibly find out more things about her mom. I’m beginning to wonder if she really died from burrow pox or not? Anyways, Kipo pulls out the map given to her by Cappuccino and it looks like they need to pass through one last checkpoint, a cheese waterfall. 

7. They are suddenly interrupted by the water mute Mulholland (from last season), who came through a fire hydrant lol. He’s obviously not welcomed by them, especially after what he did to them before. 

8. At Scarlemagne’s Court, we see the representatives from the 4 pro-Scarlemagne mute groups including the Mod Frogs, Scooter Skunks, Humming Bomber and Newton Wolves entering his residence and being in awe of the place. He wants them to “sing” to him where they think the Mega Monkey might be. Kwat, the Mod Frog sings to him, revealing that it’s in Cactus Town. Because of that, she gets first dibs on a luxury home in the work-in-progress city of Aurum.

9. To my surprise, Scarlemagne reveals that he will be going on the hunt for the Mega Monkey. I gotta say; I do like a pro-active super-villain. We shift things over to the ever-mysterious cloaked individuals who are rushing over to find the Mega Monkey by following an ant trail (because monkeys eats ants?) before Scarlemagne can. But we do find out one of their names: Greta.

10. They spot Scarlemagne and his crew flying through the sky and carrying the mind-control collar for the monkey. So, they need to hurry. I’m starting to think that they’re just humans; I mean look at those eyes. 

11. Back to Mulholland; He reveals to them that he is now a travelling nomad or nomads and that Kipo is going to find what she’s looking for. He then leaves. That was certainly random. Anyways, they now seem to be near that cheese waterfall place because they finally arrive at the entrance of her parents burrow and there’s cheese everywhere. Correction. FUNGUS everywhere...eww and it moves too. Despite finding the burrow, they still need to find her parents’ apartment.

12.  Next, we see the three cloaked individuals riding on a giant dragonfly and tailing behind Scarlemagne and the Nobles. Can the show just tell us who these people are? I’m kinda tired of referring to them as the “cloaked individuals” lol. All of a sudden, a high-pitched sound appears out of nowhere, causing everyone to fall from the sky. It turns out to be the doing of the Umlaut snakes. Looks like these guys are going to take on Scarlemagne but they’re probably not going to beat him I think. 

13. Kipo discovers that her parents’ old burrow used to be inhabited by a group of scientists, including her parents of course. They then realize that the apartments are arranged in alphabetical order and they make their way over to the O side to find the Oak’s apartment. Oh and Dave is now in his elderly form after being scared by the fungus creature or whatever. And he is the only one who’s noticing that the orange fungus is moving. 

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14. Because humans aren’t as sensitive to sound compared to mutes, Scarlemagne orders his human Nobles to destroy the snakes’ equipment. Scarlemagne orders his followers to attack and the scene cuts off. I’m actually worried about the snakes; I hope they are gonna be alright. 

15. The gang is inside the apartment and they’re going through some of their things like their bed, kitchenware and Kipo’s old baby clothes to which she is keeping one of them. Kipo then notices drawings of constellations on their ceiling and points out that the Leo constellation has an extra star, which is actually just a button that opens up a secret panel.

16. The panel reveals a book with the title, “Project Kipo”. She grabs it and starts browsing through it. To sum up what she read, it’s basically about combining Kipo’s DNA with the DNA of apex predators like the jaguar. Other apex predators include the falcon, monkey and Komodo dragon. So this explains in scientific detail why Kipo is their “hybrid-baby”. As a Biochemistry graduate, I find the incorporation of recombinant DNA technology in the story-lines of cartoons to be exciting.

17. Again, I like how Kipo isn’t upset at her parents in any capacity for pretty much making her their science experiment. I’d probably be angry but then again, I’m not Kipo lol. Meanwhile, Dave is freaking out because he saw a face on the wall and calls out for Benson to come over. But yet again, nothing happens when anybody but Dave (and Mandu) shows up to check it out.

18. As Kipo goes further into her reading, we get more flashbacks of Song and Lio in that same apartment. Pretty much this book is also Song’s journal/diary it seems. Song comes home to reveal that she’s pregnant with Kipo and Lio is overwhelmed with joy. Aww, this is sooo adorable. I’m getting chills. They are such goals. 

19. After reading the part about the pregnancy, Kipo obviously gets very emotional, in a good way. And she, Wolf and Benson get into a group hug. The love fest is short-lived, however, because Dave is still freaking out about the “ghosts”. Benson gets annoyed and shouts at him and tells him to molt into someone more fun. This hurts Dave’s feelings and he plus Mandu walk away. But suddenly, the fungus mute/creature shows up on the wall again with a face this time and it also has the voice of a toddler. It then grabs hold of both of them and drags them through the wall. That was way spooky. 

20. Whilst the snakes are fighting off Scarlemagne’s minions, the cloaked individuals are using this opportunity to grab the giant collar and take it away from Scarlemagne’s reach. The leader of the cloaked group heads inside the den where the Mega Monkey is sleeping. Now I’m thinking that these individuals are human beings because she said “for the future of humanity”. After thinking through it some more, I predict that they were Lio and Song’s old scientist colleagues. 

21. Why didn’t Kipo, Wolf or Benson hear what was going on outside the apartment?; They need to get their ears checked. Kipo is still focused on the book and she reads that her mom was making kimchi and peanut butter. As she’s opening the jar, she accidentally breaks the entire jar without any effort. She seems to have super-strength as a side effect and she grew fur on her arm earlier, revealing to all of us that she’s a Mega Jaguar too. Therefore, I’m pretty sure her mom’s not dead. But if that’s the case, why d id Lio lie to Kipo for all her life about her mom dying from an illness? 

22. After getting all excited by this discovery, the fungus mute steals the journal (which should be Kipo’s anchor) from her. And the episode ends here.

23. I absolutely loved this episode. I liked being able to see the past interactions between Lio and Song through Kipo reading Song’s journal. Stay tuned tomorrow for when I will be posting my review of episode 6. Thanks for reading everyone! Bye!

[spine-buster]

Alone, Together | Chapter 26 | Morgan Rielly

A/N:  Just wanted to thank you guys for being understanding about the once-a-week posting schedule.  Also, as always, your canon questions are really fun to answer, as are your comments about the chapters!  Feel free to keep them coming.

Hope you enjoy this chapter because the next two focus on the playoff series with the Bruins and we all know how that went L O L (I’m still not over it).  

When Bee walked into the Scotiabank Arena Monday night, ready for the Leafs to face the Florida Panthers, she already had Aryne and Alannah waiting for her impatiently.  Bee hadn’t gone to the game against New York on Saturday because she was…tired.  From work.  At least that’s what she told them.

She knew that Fred and Tyler wouldn’t say a word to anyone about the fight.  She trusted them.  On Saturday, when the Leafs faced New York on Hockey Night in Canada, Bee just wasn’t up for going to the arena.  She was still emotionally drained from the night before, and even though she and Morgan had a long talk that morning, resolving a lot of things, she didn’t want to be around people.  She didn’t want to be around hockey.  He respected that.  The Leafs ended up losing in overtime, but when Morgan came home, he wasn’t in a bad mood.  Instead, he took off his suit, threw on his pajamas, and held Bee in his arms for the whole night.  He kept telling her how much he loved her; she kept telling him the same.  He kept kissing her tenderly and apologizing; she kept saying there was nothing to apologize about anymore.  He kept telling her how he wished he could give her the world, the moon and the stars – anything her heart desired and that she wanted in life; she kept saying she’d throw it all away – every bag, every shoe, every book, every moon and star in the universe – because all she wanted was him.  

He asked if she would move in before the playoffs; she nodded her head and said yes.  Morgan could have cried.

“We missed you on Saturday night,” Alannah said as she and Aryne hugged Bee.  “Was everything okay?  You haven’t missed a Saturday night game in a while.”

Bee shrugged her shoulders.  “It was…um…”

“We know it wasn’t work,” Aryne put air quotes around the word, giving Bee a look.  “Did you and Morgan have a fight?”

Bee bit her lip.  “We did, but it was resolved before the game.  I was just…I don’t know…emotionally drained, I guess.”

“What was it about?” Aryne asked.

Bee shook her head.  She loved Aryne, Aryne was one of her best friends, but she didn’t want to get into it.  She didn’t want to air her dirty laundry with her boyfriend to the wife of a member of his hockey team, regardless of how close they were.  “The fact of the matter is that we talked about it and solved it.  And, um, I’m moving in.”

Both Alannah’s and Aryne’s jaws dropped.  “Um, please hold,” Aryne raised her hand dramatically.  “You’re moving into Morgan’s place?!  When?!”

“Before the playoffs,” Bee revealed.  “He’s wanted me to move in for a bit now, and, well, I finally agreed on Saturday night.”

“Bee, this is huge,” Alannah commented with a giant smile on her face.  “I mean, especially if he’s wanted you to move in for a while.  What was stopping you?”

My own fear?  She couldn’t say that out loud, at least not to them, so she settled for another shrug of her shoulders.  “I guess I just wanted to get a job first before making such a big life decision,” she said.  “I mean, it’s still technically not even a year since we met.  We’re just reaching our six-month anniversary.  No relationship I’ve ever had has ever gone this…fast.”

“Yeah, but you and Morgan, like…love each other,” Aryne said.  “Like, I don’t think I’ve ever met a couple as on the same page as you guys.  Morgan looks at you like you put the stars in the night sky, and you look at Morgan with this glimmer in your eyes and the softest smile on your face…and it honestly makes me sick,” she joked, garnering a laugh from both girls.  “But I’m serious.  You guys just sort of have this way about you, as if you’ve been together forever.  You guys get each other.  That’s the most that anybody can ask for in a relationship.”

Bee couldn’t help but smile.  “And that’s why it feels right,” she said.  If Aryne could see it – if the outside world could see it – then it must mean something, right?  “It might be…you know, quick for some people, but it feels right to us.  It feels like the natural progression of our relationship.”

“Well, I’m so happy for you,” Alannah said.  “You’re over his place so much as it is.  Why delay the inevitable?”

“That was his reasoning.”

“Aryne!” a voice called suddenly, interrupting their conversation.

Aryne spun around to see who called, and when she recognized the two people waving, she squealed and outstretched her arms to hug them.  Alannah was smiling as well but Bee had no idea who they were.  Soon, Aryne turned back towards the girls with a giant smile on her face.  “Alannah, you guys have met, but Bee – these are my in-laws!  Barb, Joe, this is my friend Briony McTavish!”

Bee’s face immediately lit up when she learned who they were.  “Mr. and Mrs. Tavares!  It’s so nice to meet you!” she shook their hands.  

“Aryne has told us so much about you!” Barbara smiled.  “Are you excited for the game tonight?”

“Very,” Bee smiled.  “Gosh, you guys must be so excited to become grandparents!”

“Our first grandbaby!” Joe smiled, looking down at Aryne’s bump lovingly.  “Barbara can’t wait to be a babcha.  She’s already got a makeshift nursery set up.  Even took out some of John’s old clothes to see if they can be given some new wear.”

“I think I’ve been shopping enough to cover that,” Aryne winked at Joe.  “There’s also still the baby shower.  Maybe just take out that classic Leafs toddler jacket you bought him for one of his baby photoshoots.”

“Oh my God, I’m going to completely melt if I see that,” Alannah quipped.  “It’s like when Hank has his little Leafs onesie on.  I totally become a pile of goo.”

“Briony, Aryne tells me this is your first season with the Maple Leafs,” Barbara said.  “How have you taken to hockey so far?  Do you like it?”

“I like it when we win,” Bee joked, getting a laugh from everyone around her.  “To be honest, I’m still learning and getting used to it.  Especially the line changes.  Now I have to learn about the playoff format.  It never ends!”

“It really doesn’t,” Barb shook her head.  “John’s…what?  28 now?  It’s been 25 years since we started hockey and I’m still learning things.”

“Just wait till the game starts, Barb.  Bee knows all about the offside rule,” Aryne wiggled her eyebrows, garnering another round of laughs from the group.  Aryne turned on her heels and waved at the group to follow her.  “We should get to our seats before puck drop.”  

Something must have been in the air at Scotiabank Arena that night, because by the end of the 1st period, it was already 4-2 for the Leafs.  John had scored two goals, with Patrick and Jake scoring the other two.  Aryne, Joe, and Barbara were going crazy, cheering him on and clapping, and the Sportsnet cameras shot to them to show their celebration.  With the way they were sitting – Alannah at the end, then Bee, then Aryne, then John’s parents, Bee was definitely caught on camera.  And she only realized this because Angie decided to send her the video, already uploaded onto Sportsnet’s Twitter account, of them all celebrating John’s two goals.  Bee’s Rielly jersey definitely gave every viewer an indication of who she was there for.

“I have to go to the washroom,” Aryne mentioned as John’s parents were being interviewed by one of the Sportsnet personalities.  “Will you come with me?”

“Of course,” Bee said as they both got up, letting Alannah know where they were going.  

Bee began to walk up the stairs but Aryne walked down.  When Aryne noticed Bee wasn’t beside her, she looked up.  “I don’t want to walk up all those steps,” Aryne grimaced, putting a hand on her bump.  “Let’s just go to the regular ones.  I’m so tired.”

Bee could only acquiesce as she followed Aryne to the regular bathrooms, not the ones located in the friends and family section high above them on their special level.  They waited patiently in the line, and although they kept a steady conversation, Bee noticed some long stares coming their way.  She wondered if Aryne noticed them too.  When a free stall came up, Aryne bolted inside, leaving Bee to wait for her, scrolling through her phone and reading all the updates she wasn’t able to read earlier in the day because of work.  She checked her Instagram, as always, and saw a new barrage of notifications.

You have a new BFF in the Leafs squad every week.  First Lucy now Aryne.  Must be because they see how desperate you are and want nothing to do with you.

how do i become a wag like u can u help

Wearing Mo’s jersery so u can let everyone know ur with him.  Ur a joke.

The desperation R E E K S off of you!  You are never going to be as pretty as Cassie or Steph Lachance or any of those girls so quit while you’re ahead!  AND GO TO THE GYM FFS!!!!!

I know you’re not trying to be like the other wags.  That’s very noble of you, I guess.  But do you really think this crusade of yours is going to last?  There are only so many comments Morgan will be able to take about how fat you are before he finally sees it and dumps you.  You’re only getting fatter and fatter and it’s embarrassing for you and for Morgan.  Why would you put him through that?  You will never be part of the inner wag circle because of the way you look.  That’s just how it is.  That and the fact that you are bleeding Mo dry of his money.  

“I’m telling you, that’s Briony McTavish,” a louder than anticipated whisper broke Bee out of her thoughts.  She looked up from her phone quickly to see three girls standing near the entrance, one with a phone in her hands directed right at her.  The second they noticed that Bee was looking at them, the girl holding the phone lowered it dramatically and put it in her purse.

Bee sighed.  “You guys can approach me, you know,” she called out to them.  “I don’t bite.”  The girls’ mouths gaped open, like they didn’t know she could speak.  She smiled politely to try to get the girls to calm down.  “I mean it girls, I don’t bite.  Did you want to speak to me?”

The girls shuffled over, looks of fear mixed with worship and complete shock adorning their faces.  Two blondes, one with straight hair and one with short curly hair, clearly couldn’t believe what was happening.  Their brunette friend – the one who had the phone in her hand – was able to find her words first.  “Sorry, we just think you’re really pretty,” she said.  “It’s nice to see a wag who isn’t a skinny blonde.”

“Well, thanks,” Bee said, unsure if she should be grateful for the compliment.  “You could have asked to like…take a picture of whatever.  I wouldn’t have minded if you had asked.  I would just appreciate it if you didn’t take creeper shots of me.”

“Sorry,” straight-blonde-hair-girl said.  “It’s just…well, we know that Morgan uploaded that picture of you on his birthday, but you’ve just been all over the blogs online--”

“The blogs?  All over?  What do you mean?”

“You know…like, people are talking about you on the bunny blogs!” straight-blonde-hair-girl clarified, like it was the best thing in the world to get talked about online.  “We know they’re bunny blogs and we should take everything they say with a grain of salt, but like, there was that whole thing where you were in Cassie’s New Years video that basically blew up all of Leafs Tumblr and the bunny blogs, and then the Vancouver pictures and then Morgan’s birthday pictures--”

“Seems like a lot of people are stealing a lot of my pictures,” Bee said sarcastically.  

“It wasn’t us, we swear,” the brunette jumped in.  “Everybody is just, like, wondering who you are.  That’s all.  There are like, the mean girls who start rumours about you, but nobody listens to them.  I guess because you aren’t as open as Cassie people just want to know more.”

“Why aren’t you as open as Cassie? ” the one with the short curly blonde hair finally spoke.  

Bee couldn’t believe she would ask such a question, but she also knew that these girls were going to write into those same bunny blogs the second this conversation was done with, so she had to watch what she was going to say.  “Morgan and I are just private people.  Especially Morgan.  He’s super private and super protective.  And we want to keep it that way.”

“Did Morgan help you get the job at Scotiabank?”

Bee’s body stiffened.  “How…how do you guys know I work at Scotiabank?”

“Well, like, someone Googled your name I guess, and it was on some website,” the young blonde said.  “It’s been all over the bunny blogs.”

A shiver ran up Bee’s spine.  She couldn’t believe how much information was out there about her, that they managed to find and steal from her, yet these girls still wanted to know more.  Should she just come out with her blood type?  What her favourite movie was when she was five?  Her DNA configuration?  What more could they want from her?  “No, he didn’t help me get the job.  I have a Master’s in Financial Economics.  I got the job all on my own.”

All three of the girls smiled on cue.  “Told you so!” the brunette said to the straight-blonde-hair girl.  She turned her attention back towards Bee.  “Sorry, it’s just that there was this huge thing online about whether or not you quit school when you met Morgan or if you had just finished your program, and there was this whole thing that Sydney Esiason said in a comment on Insta but everyone thinks it’s about Cassie, and some girl claiming to be from your program was all like ‘We’re just done, Briony’s one of the top students in the course’ but someone else, also apparently from your program, was like ‘She quit the second she started going out with Mo because all she’s ever done is aspire to be a wag and all she used to talk about was bagging a Leafs player’ and it was all--”

“Please don’t believe everything you read on the Internet,” she interrupted.  The girl hadn’t taken a breath since mentioning everything that was happening online – it seemed like she lived her entire life there.  More shivers ran up Bee’s spine.  To think someone in her program was engaged in this – that they even had the time to engage in this – was beyond her.  “I’m just a girl trying to work and I happen to have a professional athlete boyfriend.  That’s all I am.  There’s nothing special about me besides my Master’s degree.”

“Morgan definitely thinks there’s something special about her, and I do too,” Aryne’s voice interrupted their conversation as she made her way out of her stall.  She looked over at the girls as she washed her hands; again, their jaws dropped at the sight of John Tavares’s wife.  “You can write to all those bunny blogs and tell them Morgan’s never gonna get with them, so they need to stop,” she said, her voice strict.  “You can also tell everyone that the DMs Bee gets are hilarious and pathetic all at the same time, and we laugh at them over bottles of sauvignon franc at restaurants those girls could only dream of eating in.”

The girls’ eyes went wide.  “It’s not us--”

“I know it’s not you.  It’s all those Toronto party girls who like to cause shit and it’s the Instagram model girls who wouldn’t be able to get a contract with any legit agency if their life depended on it, but be the messenger,” Aryne winked, though her voice still strict and curt with them.  “I don’t care what you say about me.  Call me a bitch on every single bunny blog on the internet – I really don’t care.  But anybody who goes after Bee is gong to have a problem with me.”

“Will do,” the brunette smiled, a feisty look in her eyes.  “Are any of the younger Leafs single?”

Bee’s eyes went wide at the abrasiveness and audacity of the girl.  Her friends slapped at her arm as she was in a staring contest with Aryne.  “They’re not into jailbait.  But I’m sure you’ll just go and befriend Cassie to see.”  Aryne looked at Bee and grabbed her hand.  “Let’s go.  The period’s about to start and I want to actually watch the game.”

Aryne linked her arm with Bee’s, and when they were far enough away from the washroom, she looked at her.  “Don’t ever think that you need to speak to those types of girls ever again,” she warned.  “They’re not worth your time.  Everything you just said is going to go on all those bunny blogs.”

“You don’t think it will clear stuff up?” Bee asked innocently.

“It never clears stuff up,” Aryne countered.  “Rumours are still going to spread about you.  Remember when we watched the Isles game at your place and I told you that you have your priorities in order?” she asked.  Bee nodded her head.  “You still do.  But keeping them in order is harder than having them in the first place.  And those girls…their only priority is either hooking up with a hockey player or making it seem like they’ve hooked up with one.  And if they’re not trying to hook up, they want to make it seem like they’re inside their circle and friends with the wags.  They don’t even have morals.”

Bee knew that she needed to listen to Aryne.  She didn’t have a clue about any of this and she was so in over her head that she didn’t even know where to begin, what was right and what was wrong, what was appropriate and what was not.  It was a mystery to navigate this minefield; every step she took, she felt like she was going to explode, or that she’d set off something that would get the sirens ringing and the armies rushing the battlefield.  “Let’s go watch some hockey,” Bee announced, resolved to not giving it another thought.  What was more important than what those girls told her was being spread online was that John was on the verge of a hat trick and Morgan was on the verge of approaching seventy points.  

“Atta girl,” Aryne wiggled her eyebrows.  “Now let’s go watch my hot husband dominate Florida.”

Dominate John did.  Only six minutes into the second period, he completed his hat trick thanks to a rebound from a shot by Morgan.  It rained hats in the arena as Bee, Alannah, Aryne, and John’s parents danced, cheered, high fived, and hugged each other in celebration, the cameras panning to them and showing them on the jumbotron for the fans to see.  The assist by Morgan meant that he was on his 69th point, and Bee wanted so desperately for him to get 70.  

Then the magic happened.  Only four minutes into the third period, John scored a fourth goal.  Aryne went nuts, as did John’s parents, and rightfully so – it was his first four goal game for the Leafs.  Barbara even began to cry as the fans kept roaring their applause for their hometown boy.  Like a cherry on top of a perfect ice cream sundae of a Monday night, Zach scored the seventh goal for the Leafs, with an assist from Morgan, gaining Zach the distinction of being a 20-goal scorer and getting Morgan to a 70-point season.  Bee teared up as she hugged Alannah after the goal.  She knew he was having a career season, but he blew his previous points total out of the water – by almost 20 points.

After the game, Bee waited for Morgan in the usual spot, eagerly anticipating his arrival.  Media was taking longer than normal – she figured because of the night John had.  She checked the usual Twitter accounts for Sportsnet and TSN to see what they were saying and uploading onto their feeds.  She checked her Instagram to see more DMs, but only read Angie’s who sent her a compilation video Sportsnet had uploaded of the group celebrating all four goals.  Then, for the first time in her life, she Googled ‘puckbunny blogs tumblr’ to see if what those girls were saying – and what Aryne told her – was actually true.  Automatically, what seemed like hundreds of links popped up for her to click on, and she clicked the very first.  Right at the top of the feed, she saw her name.

I met Bee McTavish (Morgan Rielly) at the Leafs game tonight in the washroom of all places lol.  She’s a sweetheart.  Super super nice.  Doesn’t like that all her photos got posted everywhere bc she is trying to remain super private and says Morgan is super private too.  She was in the washroom with Aryne (John Tavares wife) who was much ruder.  Oh and she has a Master’s.  Never quit her course when she met Morgan. It was all lies ☺ bye!

Aw thanks anon!  Good to know!  We all knew Morgan would go for someone just like that!  It’s too bad a lot of people won’t respect their wishes.

Bee McTavish is bigger in person but pretty.  Maybe it was the jersey.  Saw her at the Leafs game tonight sitting with Aryne Tavares and John’s parents.  Went crazy after Mo got his 70th point.  I know Sportsnet showed her a bunch of times but she was on the jumbotron too after John’s fourth goal and it was really cute.  Small applause bc the crowd recognized John’s parents and wife.

I guess Mo doesn’t mind her size anon.  Thanks for the update!  She must be really close with Aryne if she sat with her and John’s parents?  Did she know them from before and that’s how she and Mo met?

Bee McTavish is lovely.  Everybody needs to get off her dick.  If you watch the videos from Sportsnet she’s so genuinely happy for Morgan and the team when they do well.  Whenever I see her at games she’s one of like, the only wags – esp the young wags – who is always paying attention to the game instead of being on insta.

Thanks anon!  Seems to go with what a lot of ppl are saying.

Those people saying Bee is nice are probably her friends she’s sent to say stuff about her.  She’s honestly not that nice.  A TOTAL social climber.  Pretends to be all cute and innocent but she’s been on the Toronto party scene for a while and was stalking Leaf players before she got with Mo.  Rumour has it she slid into Auston’s DMs (what Toronto girl hasn’t lbr) and even Willy Nylander’s before she landed Mo.  Shows how much of an idiot she is bc Willy wasn’t even in Toronto till December!!!!!

Wow ok anon thank u!!!

Whoever sent in that last ask is so incredibly dumb lol yeah she’s a known Toronto party girl yet her whole instagram feed when she was public was books, her coursework from her Master’s, and food she’d cook???  Try doing ur research next time sweetie you sound so jealous!  Ur probably trying to hook up with Mo even though he’s taken.  Just makes u a slut.  Not to mention a homewrecker.

I just post all my asks.  Not necessarily what I believe.

Bee couldn’t help but snort as she swiped to delete the tab.  There was no way she was going down that rabbit hole.  She stuffed her phone back into her pocket and waited impatiently for Morgan.  When he finally came out, with John, Zach, and Tyler in tow, she couldn’t help the giant smile that appeared on her face as he walked towards her.  

“You ready to go?” he said, extending his hand towards hers.

She grasped onto it tightly.  “Come here.”

When he was close, she stood on her toes so she could reach him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders before giving him a long, lingering kiss.  “You wanna talk about it?” she whispered.

“Talk about what?”

She smiled slightly.  “Mr. Seventy-point season.”  A smile crept upon his lips as he closed his eyes and shook his head – his version of ‘I don’t want to make a big deal out of it.’  But Bee was going to make a big deal out of this.  “I’m very proud of you,” she whispered quietly, so only he could hear.  ��I’m so, so proud of you.”

Morgan bent down to kiss her again.  “That’s all that matters,” he whispered.

“What?”

“That you’re proud.”

“I’m always proud of you.”

“I know you are, but it’s especially important tonight.”

“Because you hit seventy points tonight?” she giggled.

“Stoooooppppp,” Morgan buried his head into the crook of her neck.  “Stop saying it.”

“Stop saying what?  That you hit seventy points this season?” she smirked, moving away slightly so she could look at him again

“Noooo no no no ,” he shook his head before bending down to kiss her again.  “Is that the only way you’re gonna stop saying it?”

“Mhm,” she nodded her head.

“Am I gonna have to kiss you all night?”

“You tell me Mr. Rielly,” she pecked at his lips.  “What do you mean ‘it’, anyway?  Do you mean the fact that you got sev--”

He kissed her again, dragging her quickly towards the door.  “I gotta get you home quick.”

***

“Okay, I can help carry all the garment bags down.”

“I’ll follow behind you with the box of handbags.”

“I’ve got the shoes.”

“Make sure all the books are taken.  We may need to take two trips.”

“Naz, you can just sit there and look pretty.”

“HEY!” Naz yelled in protest to Morgan’s comment.  John, Jake, Mason, and Tyler laughed at the scowl on Naz’s face as Ashley stuck her tongue out at the boys.  “Are we forgetting these guns can b--”

“Do not brag about how much you can bench press right now or else I’m going to punch you in the throat,” Jake grimaced.  “Can we just move all this stuff to Morgan’s?  Because the quicker we do so the quicker we can eat Chinese food.”

“Yes please, because baby’s hungry,” Aryne rubbed her belly.

The boys grabbed their designated boxes of Bee’s things to bring down the moving elevator, and the girls grabbed the various garment bags and made their way down the main elevator’s to Lucy and Aryne’s waiting SUVs in the parking garage.  Once they loaded everything in, Bee and Angie drove with Lucy to Morgan’s apartment, while Ashley hitched a ride with Aryne.  The boys ended up taking a second trip up to the apartment to get the remainder of Bee’s things before packing everything into Naz’s SUV and driving to Morgan’s apartment.  They were lucky that Bee didn’t have a lot of things, comparably – no furniture to move, no giant ottomans or kitchen tools and accessories to pack away – just her half-bookshelf, taken from her old apartment, with its modest stack of books she’d added to sparingly during her time at Naz and Ashley’s apartment.  

When the boys arrived at Morgan’s apartment, the girls were already rearranging the closet to incorporate Bee’s clothing.  They shoved all his game-day suits to one side while they hung her work clothes on the top bar and her more casual clothes that still deserved a hanger on the bottom bar.  Angie called out to Morgan that it was time to invest in another shoe rack where his Jordan’s collection wouldn’t take it over.  Aryne was busy ordering the Chinese food.  Ashley rearranged the bathroom drawers so all of Bee’s products could fit.  The boys kept Bee’s bookshelf right next to the entertainment centre – he’d be buying bigger bookshelves soon, anyway.  They decided to set the table while the girls continued to work on the closet behind the closed bedroom door. 

“Did you consent to whatever’s going on in there?” Tyler asked as they all heard a loud thump coming from his bedroom.  “They could be painting your room purple for all you know.  They could be installing a Habs mural.  A giant picture of Randy from Trailer Park Boys on your ceiling.”

Morgan shrugged his shoulders.  Jake rolled his eyes.  “Even if he didn’t, what’s he gonna say?  She could paint the walls neon green and he’d nod and smile and say he loved it,” Jake said.

“Let’s not act like girls don’t run the world,” John commented with a chuckle.  “Our wives definitely run our lives.”

“You got that right,” Naz piped up.  “The other day Ashley had a craving for anchovies.   Anchovies.  Guess who had to go out to go buy anchovies at midnight or else her brain was going to explode.”

“That’s why I remain a bachelor,” Tyler said.  He turned dramatically towards Mason.  “Unless you have a sister?”

“Only a brother, dude.”

“And I reiterate, that’s why I remain a bachelor.”

Morgan’s phone buzzed, indicating that the Chinese food had been delivered.  “You girls have three minutes until the food is here!” he yelled as he shoved his phone into his pocket.  “Can you be a dear and come help me with the bags?” he asked Jake, who nodded his head.  “And can you guys go check on them?  Make sure they’re actually not installing a picture of Randy on my ceiling or throwing out any of my clothes?”

When Morgan and Jake came through the door again with the Chinese food, everybody was out in the main area.  Aryne was already sitting at the table while everyone else mingled about; Bee was grabbing something out of the fridge – probably a hot sauce – and Tyler and John were leaning up against the couch.  Aryne saw them first and she began clapping when she saw the food.  “It’s here!”

Everybody gathered around the table quickly.  Bee helped herself to too much Cantonese chow mein.  Everything was passed around – the chicken balls, the sweet and sour sauce, the chicken fried rice, the plain steamed rice, the spring rolls, the beef with broccoli, the kung pao shrimp and the Szechuan chicken.  Everybody’s plate and glass was full of goodness.  For a while everyone was even silent because they were stuffing food into their faces.  It was Tyler who broke the silence.  “Have you guys seen how well the Raptors are doing?  Their post-season is gonna be amazing.”

Everybody nodded their heads.  “Hopefully ours is gonna be equally as amazing,” Naz commented.

“You think we’ll be able to go to some games?” Aryne asked her husband.

“Aryne, are you aware of who your husband is?” Tyler asked, causing the table to laugh.  “He’s John Tavares.  He can walk into anywhere and get whatever he wants.”  

“Raptors tickets are gonna be the hottest commodity in town if they do well,” Mason commented.  “Good luck with that.”

“I’m sure Masai will hook up Kyle with something,” Naz said.  “Besides, Bee’s gotta go to her first Raptor’s game.”

The mention of her name gave Bee an opportunity to look at everyone – really look at all the people surrounding her – and she felt a pang of gratitude hit her chest.  There was excitement, of course, of moving in with Morgan – of knowing that, when their friends were gone, she wouldn’t have an apartment to go back to; that this was her apartment too now.  There was thankfulness, of course, for everyone helping her to move her things, despite how little she had and how quickly it took them to do it – she barely needed to bribe them with a Chinese food dinner before they said yes to helping.  But more than anything, gratitude.  Gratitude for them surrounding her.  Gratitude for their help and support.  

Gratitude that they were her family.

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Chiquitita - MCU AU fanfic - C2

Story summary: Something strange is happening. Someone from space has made their way to Earth, armed with a strange weapon. Targeting teenagers, their ray gun, when fired, turns the victim into a toddler. The Avengers set out to stop this, and find a way to reverse the effects. However, they don’t all come out of the battle unscathed.

Previous chapters: 1

Part of my Frostiron and Spiderson series.

Warnings/themes: de-aging, family stuff, corporal punishment (early chapters only), mental health stuff, hurt/comfort

Chapter 2 - Happy Days

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Peter was thrilled to be picked up by Loki after school on Friday. 

“Someone’s happy” Loki said, dropping Peter’s helmet on his head and clipping the strap. “We can’t hang about: hop on”

Peter happily climbed onto the back of the motorbike, winding his arms round Loki. He couldn’t help laughing a little as they set off, and not just because of the look on some people’s faces. Tony didn’t approve of Loki’s motorbike, much less the idea of Peter riding it, so this was a rare treat. There was something so good about streaming along so fast in the open air. It felt liberating.

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Tony wasn’t happy when he heard the door leading to the garage. He marched out to confront Loki, and upon seeing his heavy leather jacket, had his suspicions confirmed.

“I told you to ring Happy!”

“I’m more than capable of picking up my own son” Loki said. “Anyway, it was quicker to just do it myself”

“I don’t like you sticking Peter on the back of that death trap, you know I don’t!” Tony snapped. He looked at Peter. “We need to talk. Scram”

Peter did.

He went into the kitchen, and pleasantly surprised to find it occupied.

“Aunt Nat! Uncle Clint! What are you doing here?!” he exclaimed, bounding over to Nat for a hug.

“Your dad thought it’d work better if everyone stayed here tonight” Nat said. “I think he’s still annoyed about the latecomers to the last mission”

“Ooh yeah, he was furious!” Peter giggled. “Aww, no one told me you were gonna be here! Where are the others?”

“Bruce is down in the lab, I think” 

“Wanda and Steve are out on the balcony” Clint said. “Thor isn’t here yet”

Peter stood back. “Aww, this is so cool!”

“Unlike that little uniform” Clint said, raising an eyebrow. “It’s like something out of a Victorian school telly drama”

Peter just laughed. “I know; isn’t it awful?”

“No, it’s not!” Tony snapped, coming into the kitchen. “It’s a fine uniform, and- hold on, what’s happened to your blazer?!”

“What do you mean?”

“Take your bag off and come over here”

Peter did as he was told. Tony turned him round.

“How the hell have you managed to rip the seam like that?! What have you been doing?!”

“Uuh, it might have happened in drama” Peter said, turning back to face him. “I’m not sure”

Tony sighed irritably. “That bloody class! Why the school won’t enforce a different set of clothes for drama is beyond me!”

“What are you kicking off about now?” Loki asked, appearing in the doorway.

“He’s ruined his blazer”

“Oh come on, it’s hardly ruined. Don’t overreact” Peter said.

Tony smacked him hard. “Don’t you dare take that tone with me, young man!”

Loki came to Peter’s aid, taking the boys blazer off and having a proper look.

“I can fix that in five minutes. Don’t worry about it” he said.

Tony scowled, and huffed. “Take your bag and then go and get changed, kid. You know the rules”

Once Peter was out of earshot, Loki smacked Tony over the head with a newspaper.

“Hey!”

“Hey yourself” Loki said. “You didn’t have to get that angry over it. You really were overreacting. Just like you overreacted about the motorbike”

“Oh, go away, Loki. Don’t you have some sewing to do?”

Loki looked at him. He grabbed hold of him, kissing him long and hard on the cheek, just to annoy him.

“Fuck off, Loki! Let go of me!”

Loki continued a moment longer, and then abruptly released him. “I love you too”

And with that, he grabbed Peter’s torn blazer and swept out of the room. Tony grumbled to himself, scrubbing his cheek with the back of his hand.

“What are you staring at?”

“Well” Nat said. “You do put on quite a show”

“Just wait till you’re married with kids, Natasha. You’ll understand it better then”

“He’s right” Clint said. “Being married just means that you can’t run away as easily when they start pissing you off”

Tony made eye contact with him, and they nodded their spousal solidarity. It was good to have someone who understood.

-

Peter got changed as quickly as he could, anxious to spend as much time with the Avengers as possible. He made sure everything was tidy so Tony wouldn’t have anything to gripe about, and then hurried back to the kitchen. It was fuller than before.

“Uncle Thor!” he jumped at the god.

“Hey, little one” Thor smiled, hugging him tight. “Ready for tomorrow?”

“Yep!” Peter said.

“Hi again, Peter” Wanda said.

“Hi! Hey, Uncle Steve!”

“Hey, Peter”

There was a knocking sound in the doorway, and Peter turned round.

“Mumma!!” 

“Hey, baby”

Peter ran over to hug her. “What are you doing here?!”

“What, I can’t pay my favourite spider-boy a visit on a whim? I said I’d stay till after the mission”

Peter grinned up at her. “Good! Hey, are you helping out tomorrow?”

“I’ve got places to be in the morning. I’ll be back afterwards so you can tell me all about your triumph”

“Ok! You’re gonna be here for the evening though, right? Hey, can you stay over? Hey daddy, mumma can stay over, right?”

Loki sucked his breath. “I’d ask other dad if I were you”

Tony felt all eyes turn to him, and sighed. “What? Don’t turn me into a villain. Of course she can stay. If she wants”

“Sure, but I’ll be gone early”

“That’s fine” Tony said. “Peter, you’re getting overexcited”

“Well, duh! We’re having a full team evening! It’s been ages since we’ve all been together like this!”

“You’ve exerted more energy in the half hour since you got back from school than you have in the last month. Go and take a nap”

Peter laughed at first, but then he saw the look on Tony’s face.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No” Tony said. “Go to your room while the grown-ups talk”

“Hey, that’s well out of order!” Peter said. “I’m just as much a part of this team and mission as everyone else!”

“We’ll fill you in later. You're overtired and overexcited: nap time”

“Well” Loki said before Peter could protest further. “If Peter’s excused, I am too”

“Oh good; you can put him down for his nap then, since you’re going that way” Tony said.

“Aww, come on! This is so unfair!”

“Stop arguing and do as you’re damn well told!”

Peter pouted. Loki laughed, going over and putting an arm round the boys shoulders.

“A little lie down will do you good. Come along”

Peter did, but they could all hear him grumbling halfway down the hall. Carol shook her head fondly.

“He’s a funny kid”

“He’s a little bugger, is what he is” Tony said. “I’m half tempted to cut him out of this whole to-do with kindsprengen altogether”

“Yeah, that’s not a great idea” Nat said. “He’s right in saying he’s a part of the team just like the rest of us”

“He’s a good kid, and he knows what he’s doing” Steve said. “Let him get the excitement out of his system tonight, by all means. But don’t pull him from the mission. He’s needed, and that aside, he’d never forgive you if you did”

-

Peter wasn’t very happy about being sent to bed like a sulky little kid, but knowing Loki was having a nap in the next room made him feel a little better about the situation. He cuddled up under the covers and closed his eyes. Despite his excitement, he soon calmed and settled down, feeling happy enough, and a little fuzzy to boot. 

-

Peter woke up at around half six. He took his time stretching and adjusting, still feeling all fuzzy and soft. He felt better for the little sleep, and quite happily climbed out of bed and went wandering off to find everyone.

Everyone had moved into the second living room, most of them lounging on the sofas in light conversation, with Bruce sat at the little desk and Tony sat on the little desk, having their own conversation. Loki was back with the group, curled up on the love seat with Carol beside him, her legs over his. 

“Hey, I’ve just had a thought” Peter said, flopping down beside Wanda. “Since we’re all here, and there’s a lot to cater for, you know what that means? Takeaway night!”

“Absolutely not” Tony said. “We need to look after ourselves ahead of tomorrow. I’ll make us all something good and healthy”

Peter stared at him, not quite sure if he was joking or not. He cleared his throat and started chanting, slapping his knees to the beat.

“Do-mi-no’s, do-mi-no’s, do-mi-no’s, do-mi-no’s”

Wanda copied him, and Peter grinned at her. It was only a few more seconds before Nat and Clint joined in, and Thor. 

“DO-MI-NO’S, DO-MI-NO’S, DO-MI-NO’S, DO-MI-NO’S, DO-MI-NO’S, DO-MI-NO’S, DO-MI-NO’S-”

Even Carol and Loki joined in. Tony, Steve, and Bruce looked at each other.

“I’ll cook a good breakfast in the morning” Steve said. 

Tony sighed. “Pizza alright with you two?”

“Fine by me” Bruce said, and Steve nodded.

Tony sighed again, and glared at Peter. “Ok, ok! Stop shouting and we’ll order a Domino’s”

“Yes!” Peter crowed triumphantly, high-fiving Wanda. “I love Domino’s!”

Loki donated his tablet to the cause, and Peter sat on the coffee table in the middle of the room (ignoring Tony’s protests), and took suggestions from everyone else on what they should order.

“Wait, sorry to interrupt” Steve said. “But how are we going to split the bill?”

“We’re not” Peter said. “I’ll pay for it. I’ve got quite a lot in my bank account”

“What?! No, absolutely not!” Tony said firmly. “You’re not using your pocket money for a massive takeaway order. I’ll pay for it. No arguing”

Everyone was more than happy with that offer. 

“Wait wait wait, how many of us are there?” Peter said after a while. “Let me count. Ok, so, dads times two, uncles Thor, Clint, Steve, and Bruce. Mumma, aunties Wanda and Nat... So, nine of us, right?”

“What about yourself?” Carol said.

“Oh yeah. Ok, so ten. How many cookies do we want, then? It’s a box of four. Ten boxes, then we all get four each?”

Loki laughed at him. “Your eyes are bigger than your belly, young man. After a full pizza meal, I don’t think anyone would manage four”

“Daddy’s right, chick” Tony said. “If you’re getting cookies, go for five boxes. Two each is fine”

Peter nodded, adding five boxes to the order and scrolling through the basket. 

“Ok, so we’ve got all those pizzas, and the cookies. Do we want anything else?”

“We’ve got loads of drink here, so don’t go ordering any bottles” Loki said.

“Yep yep, ok. What about sides? We could get garlic bread or chicken strippers or-”

“We don’t need sides” Wanda said. “We have more than enough just with the pizzas”

Peter nodded, and surveyed the room. “Any objections? No? Ok. Dad, your turn”

He clicked the checkout button and held the tablet out. Tony stood up and took it from him. 

“This is a ridiculous order” he said. “You’re all ridiculous. We could’ve had a pasta bake”

Peter laughed at him, so Tony pushed him off the coffee table. 

“It’s a good job I love you, you know that?”

Peter just grinned. Amazing what an annoying chant could achieve.

- 

Peter started getting a little irritable while they were waiting, as did a couple of the others. Their spirits all lifted once the food arrived, and having a good meal did wonders for morale. Steve took the lead in getting everyone organised, laying the pizzas out and dishing out plates and bottles of pop and making sure everyone got fed. Tony turned up the stereo a little and everyone was more than happy to lounge about eating and talking together. 

“Oh my god, this is so good” Peter said after his first bite of pizza. “I swear I always forget just how good Domino’s is”

“It’s never a disappointment, I’ll agree with you there” Loki said, pleased that Peter had chosen his favourite takeaway.

“We’ve got enough here to feed an army” Bruce said.

“Hey, we are an army” Clint said. “We deserve this”

“I’ll second that” Nat said, raising a glass.

“You know, I think this is the first time I’ve had a Domino’s” Carol said.

“What?! Aww mumma, you’ve been missing out! It’s honestly like, the best pizza going”

“It is pretty good, I’ll give you that” she said. “It was a good choice”

Peter laughed happily. “We should all have another big takeaway to celebrate tomorrow!”

“We’re all coming back here afterwards anyway” Steve said. “We could definitely have a meal. Tony?”

“Hm. I’ll think about it” Tony said. “Depends how quickly we get things wrapped up. I might just want to sleep afterwards”

“Oh, well I’m definitely on board with that idea” Loki said. “Still, we’ll probably all be exhausted afterwards. Communal lunch may be a good idea”

“Maybe I’ll cook something. I think one enormous takeaway order is enough for one weekend”

“Huh. Hey, uncle Steve? Did you say you’re cooking a big breakfast in the morning?” Peter asked.

“I said I’d cook a good breakfast. It’s not a good idea to have too big a breakfast before a fight: you don’t want to get indigestion”

“Ok, ok. Well, I’ll look forward to it anyway!”

-

Tony went into dad mode and insisted everyone go to bed at a reasonable time. Peter protested the most, of course, but he didn’t protest too much after Carol starting talking reason with him. 

Tony felt like a school teacher on a residential, assigning rooms and telling everyone where they’d be sleeping. Nat and Wanda were put in the twin room, with Clint, Steve, and Thor in the triple. Bruce and Carol were both given their own rooms.��

“I’ve set up the back room futon as well though, just in case anyone gets the urge to murder one of their room mates in the middle of the night” Tony said. 

Everyone managed to settle fairly quickly, and Tony enjoyed the sudden quiet. He shut everything down and locked up. He checked on Peter (Carol was still with him, so he left them to it), and then went and climbed into bed with Loki, who was already asleep. He settled down happily enough, looking up at the ceiling, thinking. This whole kindsprengen thing really put him on edge. Still, they knew where it was going to be in the morning, and they could put a stop to this whole scary-weirdness. Tony couldn’t wait for it to be over. A few hours, tops, and then he could relax and get back to normal. Maybe he’d do something on Sunday to unwind a bit. Maybe he’d take Peter to play mini golf. Or go go-karting. Yeah, go-karting sounded like a good option. Lovely. One little battle on Saturday morning, and go-karting on Sunday. Maybe he could grab Loki in the evening and go out for a drink somewhere nice. Yeah. That sounded like a good idea. In fact, that sounded perfect.

*

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wildflowers | chapter one

sodapop curtis x reader

chapter one - amour d'enfance

extended summary.... "She's blessed with a heart like a wildflower.Strong enough to rise againafter being trampled upon,tough enough to weatherthe worst of the summer storms,and able to grow and flourisheven in the most broken places."~nikita gill

The L/n's and the Curtis' have been friends ever since all of them could remember. But after a tragic accident and the death of Mrs.L/n following the consequences of the unfortunate incident, the L/n's were forced to move away from the small town, their Father running away from the rumors. But Y/N hated New York with a burning passion, it was where her Father had sunk into depression, it was where her she had met the step-monster, and most importantly Soda wasn't there. When the L/n's finally move back to Tulsa, Oklahoma; the family finds that things are not the same as when they had left.

It was the year 1951, little two year old y/n was struggling to get her dress on.

"Mommwy! Hewp pwetty pwease!"

"I'm coming princess." Mrs.L/n quickly helped Y/n out of her dress. "Why do you want to wear this dress?"

"Becwause I wike this dwess!"

"But, sweetie, it's too small."

Y/n stomped her foot, "I wanna wear it!"

Mrs.L/n sensing a tantrum coming along quickly thought of a deal. "How about we buy you a new dress just like this one and you wear one of your other dresses? Or better yet your overalls?" The L/n family were Socs, but Mrs.L/n was a rebel, she might have grown up a Soc but she acted like a greaser. Mr.L/n, however, had grown up as a middle-class man. Him and Mr.Curtis had grown up as best friends and still were.

"No Mama! I wan- I wanr, I wand, I want to wear a dwess!"

"Oh, Sunshine what is wrong?" Y/n's Father just entered the room with a 5 year old William following after him.

"Daddy!" Y/n ran up to him and jumped into his arms.

"What dress do you want to wear, love?"

"I wand to wear my blew one, but Mommy said it's too small. She wants me t(w)o wear my owervalls."

Mr.L/n faked gasped, "She didn't."

Y/n nodded furiously, while Mrs.L/n chuckled, "Richard.... C'mon sweetie let's get you all cleaned up and ready for the Curtis'. Are you excited to see Darry, Soda, and baby Pony?"

Y/n squealed excitedly, "Yes! Yes! Mommy!"

"Alright, baby, what other dress do you want to wear?"

"I wand to wear my red one." (look below #2)

Y/n and Mrs.L/n walked down stairs, "Do you have the picnic basket, Richie?"

"Yes, Carolyn, it's all packed in the car."

"Lovely."

Y/n grinned up at her older brother, "Wiwwie?" (Willie)

"What n/n?"

"Cam I holb your hand?" (hold)

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because that's girly stuff."

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"Children! Children! What on earth is going on?" Mrs.L/n entered the hallway by the front door.

" I wand to holb Wiwwie's hand but but he said it's girl stuwff!"

"William hold her hand."

"No!"

"Please Will. If you do that the sooner you can see Darry."

"Fine." He glared at his younger sister who was giggling up at him. His glare softened and he smiled at his younger sister.

"Okay, gang lets go." Mr.L/n said to his family of four, chuckling when he saw the situation his son was in. He was rolling his eyes while Y/n was giggling at him.

Y/n struggled to get in the high car, while William was pushing her up into it. He burst out laughing.

"Richard! Stop laughing!" Mrs.L/n slapped her husband and raced towards her pouting children.

"Sorry Carolyn, I just get a kick out of our kids."

"Sometimes I wonder why I married you."

"Because you love me."

"Don't get so cocky now." Mrs.L/n smirked at her pouting husband, but anyone watching could see how much they loved each other.

"Can I get a kiss."

"Nu uh."

He scoffed, "Why not?"

"You were rude to our children." Mrs.L/n smiled.

"I am very sorry Sunshine and Willie."

"It's alright Daddy, Mommy helped us!" Y/n chirped.

"That's good princess. Where would we be without Mommy?"

"Flattery is going to get you no where Richard."

"Mmm, but a few years ago it got me everywhere."

"Richard!" Mrs.L/n scolded.

"Mommy! Daddy! Hurry up! I want to see Darry and play football." William interrupted whinning.

"Okay, okay, little man we are getting in the car." Mr.l/n smiled.

The family pulled up to the Curtis' household, Y/n squealed, she was the most excited to see the family of five and that was hard because almost everyone in the car was going to go see their best friends.

They all got out of the car with y/n being picked up out of the car. She screamed and ran to the door trying to reach the door bell, but before y/n could even try to ring it, the door opened. Mr.Curtis opened the door.

"Uncle Cwurtis!" Y/n screamed jumping into his arms.

He smiled, laughing, "Hello, princess. Have you grown since I last saw you? You look like a big girl now."

Y/n giggled, "You just saw me yesterday!"

"What! You grew over night! Unbelievable!"

Y/n burst into giggles, "You are so swilly Uncle Cwurtis!"

Soon enough a bunch of thumps could be heard throughout the house and y/n asked Mr.Curtis if she could be put down.

"'Course pumpkin." He set her down and greeted his best friend, Richard L/n.

Soon enough, a 5 year old Darry burst through the hallway, he grinned at y/n pulling the baby h/c into a tight embrace.

"Hi y/n. Where's Will?"

"Willie's outside." She pointed outside only to get tackled into a big hug and a wet kiss on the cheek.

"Hi! N/n!" Sodapop grinned. "Do you want to play cars with me?"

"Ya! Then can we play dragon and princess?"

"Ya, but we need Pony to play dragon because Darry wants to play football."

"okay." The h/c haired toddler shrugged. Sodapop grinned and dragged Y/n to his room, where all his toys were.

"We have to be quiet because Pony's taking a nap." Sodapop talked loudly but somehow made it seem like a whisper.

"Okay." Y/n actually whispered back.

"I don't get why babies we have babies, I mean all they do is eat, sleep, and poop." Sodapop said.

The second he said poop, they both burst into giggles.

"I know." Y/n smiled, "I wonder where babies come from?"

"Mommy said they come from these birdies called Storks."

"That's so cool. Did you see the birdie bring Pony?"

"No, I didn't."

"Gwee, thats too bad."

"Ya, I love bwirdies."

"Do you want to play now?"Y/n asked itching to drive the car around Sodapop's house.

"Let's go."

A few hours later, it was on the brink of the sunset period. Y/n and Sodapop were running around the Curtis' backyard, Y/n was giggling as Sodapop made her close her eyes. Soda blushed lightly to himself before putting a flower in y/n's hair. Y/n eyes' opened and she smiled at the thoughtfulness of the gift.

"Thank ywou."

"You're welcome. Daddy does it all the time to Mommy because he thinks she's pretty with them. I think you're pretty with them too."

Greenish-brown weeds swayed lazily in the wind as Y/N finally got off that damned train. The broken family that was three, who had turned into six over the last month, had been traveling for about a week now.

It seemed to be near midnight, but Y/N felt the opposite of tired, she was itching to go explore the new grounds she stumbled upon. Her new home held an old and mysterious vibe that Y/N was seriously digging.

Tansy crept up behind Y/N, "Do you remember Dallas Winston?"

Y/N forehead creased, what was the evil stepsister up to? "Sure, I do."

"He moved here, Y/N. Did he not tell you he was moving to Tulsa?"

Y/N felt her heart rate rise and her cheeks flush, "No, he didn't Tansy."

"Funny, you would think he would tell you since you were always necking with the man." Tansy sniggered and followed her other sister over to her Mother.

Y/N felt tears prick at her eyes, she was so entirely done with the step monsters. "Don't listen to them, n/n. Dally would have told you he was moving."

Y/N sighed, "I just don't get why I care so much. We went out two years ago! I was fourteen and he was fifteen..."

William shrugged, "I don't know. I never really liked him though, Y/N. I'm kind of glad he ran away."

"That's because you never got to know him." Y/N shivered against the cold.

"I sure as hell got to know him."

"Beating each other up is not getting to know each other, Willie." Y/n replied truthfully.

"There's just something about him that throws me off."

"Something always throws you off, Son." Y/N's Father clapped the siblings both on the shoulders, "God, I love it here. This was her place."

Y/N smiled, she had not seen her Father this happy since when her Mother was still alive, "I love it already, Daddy."

"I knew you would, princess. You always did. Wait, till you see all the horses..."

Y/N's eyes lit up, "Horses?"

"Yes, horses, Sweetheart."

"Golly, this place couldn't get any better."

"Yes, it could get a lot better." Millie snapped rolling her eyes, "If only I could have my own car."

"Me too!" Sarah whined.

Y/N and William looked at each other and rolled their eyes,

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Redemption returned

Grotesque is a word that got here to thoughts when a woman pulls her legs via the doors of a dirty clinic. She swayed, felt unusual chilly in that notably drained August countryside. But the rough surroundings was not to blame for the chilly surrounding his body. It was his purpose to step in. His world, filled with journey and joy, was now bullied. It had grow to be detached to him.

The woman was able to verify that there was a life that had been combined inside her for 5 weeks – the life she had fairly unintentionally helped to create an unlucky, drunk one night time

She felt the same sudden nausea that was involved each week before within the presence of a double line in a home being pregnant check window. Wait,. . . what do two strains mean? This can’t happen. He tore another check – two bold blue strains. S ***. He stepped out and pulled out without considering of a cigarette that remained secure till he threw it violently into the ground. Ugh, guess it out. He drove to his telephone within the early morning mild, he rolled his identify. He hesitated, then met it, and when the ring got here, he tried as soon as to take away the throat. "Hey, it's me. I'm sorry, I know it is early. Can you… Can you talk about the minutes?"

He had referred to as her to drive to the clinic, which was drained in the morning. Whether moral help or curiosity, he did not know and He was simply the only soul he had informed, principally his catholic colleague, pal, roommate and household he had to maintain in the dead of night. The thought of ​​telling them about this hellish mess was incomprehensible, even horrifying.

Nurse, kindly center an previous lady referred to as her back with a chipper. The woman glanced at her companion, and she or he took her hand rigorously to her, guided her to the exam room and helped her to the desk the place she hurriedly raised her shirt.

"Sorry, I have an hour," she muttered eyes fell. "Remember if we do this fast?"

"Of course", Sick The gunner answered sympathetically with a smile. ”Here we go, this seems a bit chilly for the second time. Let's see. Yeah, take a look at that cluster there? It's your child, honey. ”

The woman stared on the black and white image of the display as her coldness went warm and cozy with a dark numbness. He discovered his father's eyes, sincerely in search of his reaction to direct his personal difficult emotions. "I'm here every step of the way, no matter what you decide," he broke: "We are in this together, okay?"

He nodded and closed his eyes. Scorching, indignant tears nervous and tune his face. His body began to tighten and tremble. He pressured himself to observe his baby once more as a result of the contradictory thoughts ran in. I don't want you. You have been born to a mother who regretted you within the moment she noticed you. What if that is the one opportunity for a kid? What do I see extra? Here the rubber strikes the street. Can I stay with myself if I didn't say to you? I would like you. I want you. I hate you. I really like you.

The woman squeezed her hand and turned to the nurse. "Thank you," he stated, respiration deeply. "Yeah, what's next?"

"It's utterly yours, pricey. It's your body, isn't it? ”

– – –

5. August 2015, I made a decision to cease an individual who might have taken his first life on March 29, 2016. I like those days of mourning a toddler who existed however by no means lived outdoors my physique. I respect her by naming her, talking to her, crying for her, praying to her. For a kid who would have melted my coronary heart regardless of the terrible three. A youngster who would in all probability have stored me at night time in moms angst. The boy's father – and the younger man, husband and father – was robbed of the chance to return.

I mirrored sufferers back to this terrible August, many occasions, many occasions ever since, spending hours and hours hardly ultrasound. It’s wrinkled and worn out of my busy retreat to my hometown's arrow wound; as a result of once I stopped being pregnant, and left abruptly out of faculty, I found little purpose to remain. Each a part of me (theoretically) lives a Catholic, passionate graduate scholar, a hopeful author, an educational, a superb and trustworthy one that was crushed in a number of months. For me, these months have been recognized for years. I spent them buried deep in Netflix, hiding eating and crazy social media, feeling myself in the face of anger and contempt.

I received bone fracturing and nervous nausea. I have shed twenty kilos. My hair started to thin and fall. My skin turned pale, uninteresting, embedded. The art of conversation and human interplay slipped. I literally couldn't convey myself away from bed to eat, drink or even exit if I might help it. My buddies began to fret, however I ignored their call and hid in my room once they tried to examine me out. My household had gone to panic, wondering what was incorrect with me. I used to be astonishingly shortly destroyed my former self in a fragile shell.

When a bright-eyed woman with a vivid shell discovered myself tireless, that was the thing of this unforgivable Evil I had completed. This factor I might by no means take again. This thing, as I firmly consider years later, which I might by no means forgive myself – and by no means forgive by God or man.

It’s typically stated that God's work in our life is a mystery that we might be foolish to attempt to understand. I was so scared to share my nervousness about what I might have completed to a toddler – the soul I might have created together with a careless, lustful renunciation – that I didn't dare to go close to the church for almost a yr. I used to be satisfied that I used to be committed to hell and I was out of all salvation. My desperation stored me so tight that I felt I might by no means smile again. It’s unimaginable to imagine that I might ever love – or be beloved – again. For who might love me after I had carried out one thing so selfish, so terrifying?

And I had carried out this for a simple cause that I felt like I couldn’t be a single mother because I used to be determined to be afraid that my attack on high functioning alcoholism quickly began. I moved with my mother and father and began a job search as a result of the unfinished diploma was virtually ineffective. During this era of unemployment began to mingle eagerly, hopping from group to group, in order that nobody would discover how much I drank. Soon, what I referred to as a "social" drink turned normal on most days of the week – 4 or 5 robust drinks. I typically ran residence to my disgrace once I was quite upset – but I never thought I used to be consuming. Spend the weekends with a spell of different "friends" who did not know me afterwards. Sleeping, sleep deprived on a regular basis mornings have been my new commonplace.

Over the subsequent two years, I was capable of plan workplaces that assorted extensively between publishing and cutting-edge know-how for international intelligence and fundraising, however I never took a long time to get kicked out of each job. I used to be indignant, unknown and boastful, clocked out and in with out problem learning and working with others. I hid my wrestle with the inadequacy of indulging in a corrosive comparability by way of social media with other Millennials who I imagined was a perfect and carefree life. This rising resentment unfold shortly and became firmly rooted in My Character. I used to be miserable and shimmering, unable to be thankful for what I had: a loving household, monetary and emotional help, and pals who pale the recurring storms of our atmospheric and isolated occasions.

escape MO did work,. . . Until it was. July 21, 2017 I was (rightly) arrested for drunk driving.

I consider that in the shadow of doubt, if I had not been arrested, I might have determined to kill myself or one other individual, God's ban. I spent twenty-four horrifying hours in jail until my father and brother saved me. Once we drove residence in hidden silence, I used to be amazed at the terrible implementation of what I might have accomplished. I had found the base. After years of failure – personal, skilled, and religious – I was desperate to vary my life. However how? What might probably be a enough substitute for the fact that alcohol has all the time given me, without failure?

At night time, my younger brother, Tacos, fell sharply, however kindly asked me to get assist with all the things he needed. He advised me that the twister I had come – to tear my approach within the lives of others, in addition to mine – was not acceptable. Simply two weeks after my arrest, I came across a help group for alcohol use. It is a marvelous organization that has helped me to realize and keep respect for alcohol since October 2, 2017. By means of day by day meetings, lively service, religious self-discipline and a singular connection, it has now turn into a mannequin of my life.

Without it, I couldn’t have referred to as the facility to forgive myself, let go of my previous and let God construct with me and do with me the best way He needs. Solely once I search for assist, I might see my despair not as a curse however as a present

Typically, as Paul Newman's Luke Jackson says, there may be no real cool hand.

– – –

Once I ran into this furious group, hungry for the which means and function that had looked at me in Catholicism, I discovered myself wandering atheism, agnostism and Buddhism. My anger in the direction of the Church swept and slowly eroded the assumption every day.

Then, once I was working in the twelve steps, I slowly started to experience mental change and religious awakening. I’ve discovered to differentiate uskonni foaming petition sentimental and superficial sentimentality, which had all the time given me permission to share myself and Mr. Dr. Jekylliin Hydeen. I might be my Catholic Character once I took random sexual encounters which are typically delivered to a fruitless company to destroy my conscience. In my social life, I turned an professional in mask Jungian when anybody else of morphene needed me to be. Without the self-sufficiency of the interior mechanism I’ve discovered to control others to awaken specific emotions that might strengthen increasingly more delicate and fleeting self. I obtained in and went to my beloved one's life as I used to be happy with the livid and chaotic hurricane without remorse.

Once I finally referred to as for the braveness to ask God (and myself) for forgiveness, I used to be not on the lookout for a Catholic priest. As an alternative, my "liberty" and healing got here from David, a self-described brazenly homosexual, seventies, whose deviation from the priesthood forty years in the past induced cruel wounds that persecuted him at the moment. We developed intimate recent friendships that I might be grateful eternally. Through the years, my trauma broke down David's palms late within the night time as he struck uncontrollably as he held me a starry, quiet sky.

"Why are you crying?" He asked for a while. [19659002] "I am… Bad," vapors of the wells. "I can not forgive. I'm a murderer. I have killed my own child."

David checked out me mix of horror and compassion. "But you have not destroyed or convicted. You have got been redeemed via Christ. He beloved you then. He loves you very much. ”

Tears stopped all of a sudden, obtrusive respiration slowed." Is he? "I asked, vast eyes and I was afraid of his answer." How can you be so sure? " 19659002] "Because He is greater than any pain you suffered, suffered now or ever", David replied with a relaxing peace that stopped me on my tracks. "You've heard from us a thousand occasions – pay attention! Get away from God whenever you perceive God. Trust Him day by day. Clear the home every single day, serve others, day by day, and then do it once more the subsequent day. In the future at a time. ”

I might simply stare at him foolish I replied vividly that a tremendous smile, his eyes shining when he stated, "I believe so." You must attempt it. ”

So I did.

Maddeningly slowly but certainly, bodily, mental, emotional, and mental sensitivity began to forgive me the uninteresting pain that was not only struck out I need to reside. I threw myself again into my very own life and confirmed increasingly more to my family members – typically in nice ways, but principally in small ones. Every time I made a mistake, I admitted it instantly and asked God what corrective measures I should take. I gave Him a self-discipline to my wild and obscure spirit as my line of will – which had previously been in riot – was ever nearer to Him.

I started to wish every morning and night for others as an alternative of myself. Although this was initially mechanical, I really began to study what was referred to as to me a man and a lady who continues to be sick. I ended preventing my demons and confessed them. Each time I felt aroused or suspicious, I interrupted and requested God to assume or act, which might give me the braveness to adapt the serenity to the accident.

In the long run, he lit the trail to my house church – when I discovered a unprecedented compassion and a resignation from the same Catholic group that I had wrongly assumed would condemn me strictly. But I'm sad that we acerbic-cultural and non secular dialogue provides rise to unnecessary suffering of different ladies who, like me, noticed solely despair and hope within the midst of demise and new life. I say to them: You’ll never ever be alone.

Is that this a cheerful return house that answers come once I need them to be? Typically. At different occasions I can't see them, and ask him for steerage or pay attention in a different way

Have you ever discovered to be pleased more often than not? Isn't that the case?

It's by no means. I mean by no means.

I mean this: As soon as upon a time my detached world has turn into enchanted. I mean, I started digging my life again. I've discovered to offer myself a dream once more, attempt once more, fail once more, love once more, harm once more – not again.

I even dared to chuckle at myself and with the world again. And that is the miracle.

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Redemption returned

Grotesque is a word that got here to thoughts when a woman pulls her legs via the doors of a dirty clinic. She swayed, felt unusual chilly in that notably drained August countryside. But the rough surroundings was not to blame for the chilly surrounding his body. It was his purpose to step in. His world, filled with journey and joy, was now bullied. It had grow to be detached to him.

The woman was able to verify that there was a life that had been combined inside her for 5 weeks – the life she had fairly unintentionally helped to create an unlucky, drunk one night time

She felt the same sudden nausea that was involved each week before within the presence of a double line in a home being pregnant check window. Wait,. . . what do two strains mean? This can’t happen. He tore another check – two bold blue strains. S ***. He stepped out and pulled out without considering of a cigarette that remained secure till he threw it violently into the ground. Ugh, guess it out. He drove to his telephone within the early morning mild, he rolled his identify. He hesitated, then met it, and when the ring got here, he tried as soon as to take away the throat. "Hey, it's me. I'm sorry, I know it is early. Can you… Can you talk about the minutes?"

He had referred to as her to drive to the clinic, which was drained in the morning. Whether moral help or curiosity, he did not know and He was simply the only soul he had informed, principally his catholic colleague, pal, roommate and household he had to maintain in the dead of night. The thought of ​​telling them about this hellish mess was incomprehensible, even horrifying.

Nurse, kindly center an previous lady referred to as her back with a chipper. The woman glanced at her companion, and she or he took her hand rigorously to her, guided her to the exam room and helped her to the desk the place she hurriedly raised her shirt.

"Sorry, I have an hour," she muttered eyes fell. "Remember if we do this fast?"

"Of course", Sick The gunner answered sympathetically with a smile. ”Here we go, this seems a bit chilly for the second time. Let's see. Yeah, take a look at that cluster there? It's your child, honey. ”

The woman stared on the black and white image of the display as her coldness went warm and cozy with a dark numbness. He discovered his father's eyes, sincerely in search of his reaction to direct his personal difficult emotions. "I'm here every step of the way, no matter what you decide," he broke: "We are in this together, okay?"

He nodded and closed his eyes. Scorching, indignant tears nervous and tune his face. His body began to tighten and tremble. He pressured himself to observe his baby once more as a result of the contradictory thoughts ran in. I don't want you. You have been born to a mother who regretted you within the moment she noticed you. What if that is the one opportunity for a kid? What do I see extra? Here the rubber strikes the street. Can I stay with myself if I didn't say to you? I would like you. I want you. I hate you. I really like you.

The woman squeezed her hand and turned to the nurse. "Thank you," he stated, respiration deeply. "Yeah, what's next?"

"It's utterly yours, pricey. It's your body, isn't it? ”

– – –

5. August 2015, I made a decision to cease an individual who might have taken his first life on March 29, 2016. I like those days of mourning a toddler who existed however by no means lived outdoors my physique. I respect her by naming her, talking to her, crying for her, praying to her. For a kid who would have melted my coronary heart regardless of the terrible three. A youngster who would in all probability have stored me at night time in moms angst. The boy's father – and the younger man, husband and father – was robbed of the chance to return.

I mirrored sufferers back to this terrible August, many occasions, many occasions ever since, spending hours and hours hardly ultrasound. It’s wrinkled and worn out of my busy retreat to my hometown's arrow wound; as a result of once I stopped being pregnant, and left abruptly out of faculty, I found little purpose to remain. Each a part of me (theoretically) lives a Catholic, passionate graduate scholar, a hopeful author, an educational, a superb and trustworthy one that was crushed in a number of months. For me, these months have been recognized for years. I spent them buried deep in Netflix, hiding eating and crazy social media, feeling myself in the face of anger and contempt.

I received bone fracturing and nervous nausea. I have shed twenty kilos. My hair started to thin and fall. My skin turned pale, uninteresting, embedded. The art of conversation and human interplay slipped. I literally couldn't convey myself away from bed to eat, drink or even exit if I might help it. My buddies began to fret, however I ignored their call and hid in my room once they tried to examine me out. My household had gone to panic, wondering what was incorrect with me. I used to be astonishingly shortly destroyed my former self in a fragile shell.

When a bright-eyed woman with a vivid shell discovered myself tireless, that was the thing of this unforgivable Evil I had completed. This factor I might by no means take again. This thing, as I firmly consider years later, which I might by no means forgive myself – and by no means forgive by God or man.

It’s typically stated that God's work in our life is a mystery that we might be foolish to attempt to understand. I was so scared to share my nervousness about what I might have completed to a toddler – the soul I might have created together with a careless, lustful renunciation – that I didn't dare to go close to the church for almost a yr. I used to be satisfied that I used to be committed to hell and I was out of all salvation. My desperation stored me so tight that I felt I might by no means smile again. It’s unimaginable to imagine that I might ever love – or be beloved – again. For who might love me after I had carried out one thing so selfish, so terrifying?

And I had carried out this for a simple cause that I felt like I couldn’t be a single mother because I used to be determined to be afraid that my attack on high functioning alcoholism quickly began. I moved with my mother and father and began a job search as a result of the unfinished diploma was virtually ineffective. During this era of unemployment began to mingle eagerly, hopping from group to group, in order that nobody would discover how much I drank. Soon, what I referred to as a "social" drink turned normal on most days of the week – 4 or 5 robust drinks. I typically ran residence to my disgrace once I was quite upset – but I never thought I used to be consuming. Spend the weekends with a spell of different "friends" who did not know me afterwards. Sleeping, sleep deprived on a regular basis mornings have been my new commonplace.

Over the subsequent two years, I was capable of plan workplaces that assorted extensively between publishing and cutting-edge know-how for international intelligence and fundraising, however I never took a long time to get kicked out of each job. I used to be indignant, unknown and boastful, clocked out and in with out problem learning and working with others. I hid my wrestle with the inadequacy of indulging in a corrosive comparability by way of social media with other Millennials who I imagined was a perfect and carefree life. This rising resentment unfold shortly and became firmly rooted in My Character. I used to be miserable and shimmering, unable to be thankful for what I had: a loving household, monetary and emotional help, and pals who pale the recurring storms of our atmospheric and isolated occasions.

escape MO did work,. . . Until it was. July 21, 2017 I was (rightly) arrested for drunk driving.

I consider that in the shadow of doubt, if I had not been arrested, I might have determined to kill myself or one other individual, God's ban. I spent twenty-four horrifying hours in jail until my father and brother saved me. Once we drove residence in hidden silence, I used to be amazed at the terrible implementation of what I might have accomplished. I had found the base. After years of failure – personal, skilled, and religious – I was desperate to vary my life. However how? What might probably be a enough substitute for the fact that alcohol has all the time given me, without failure?

At night time, my younger brother, Tacos, fell sharply, however kindly asked me to get assist with all the things he needed. He advised me that the twister I had come – to tear my approach within the lives of others, in addition to mine – was not acceptable. Simply two weeks after my arrest, I came across a help group for alcohol use. It is a marvelous organization that has helped me to realize and keep respect for alcohol since October 2, 2017. By means of day by day meetings, lively service, religious self-discipline and a singular connection, it has now turn into a mannequin of my life.

Without it, I couldn’t have referred to as the facility to forgive myself, let go of my previous and let God construct with me and do with me the best way He needs. Solely once I search for assist, I might see my despair not as a curse however as a present

Typically, as Paul Newman's Luke Jackson says, there may be no real cool hand.

– – –

Once I ran into this furious group, hungry for the which means and function that had looked at me in Catholicism, I discovered myself wandering atheism, agnostism and Buddhism. My anger in the direction of the Church swept and slowly eroded the assumption every day.

Then, once I was working in the twelve steps, I slowly started to experience mental change and religious awakening. I’ve discovered to differentiate uskonni foaming petition sentimental and superficial sentimentality, which had all the time given me permission to share myself and Mr. Dr. Jekylliin Hydeen. I might be my Catholic Character once I took random sexual encounters which are typically delivered to a fruitless company to destroy my conscience. In my social life, I turned an professional in mask Jungian when anybody else of morphene needed me to be. Without the self-sufficiency of the interior mechanism I’ve discovered to control others to awaken specific emotions that might strengthen increasingly more delicate and fleeting self. I obtained in and went to my beloved one's life as I used to be happy with the livid and chaotic hurricane without remorse.

Once I finally referred to as for the braveness to ask God (and myself) for forgiveness, I used to be not on the lookout for a Catholic priest. As an alternative, my "liberty" and healing got here from David, a self-described brazenly homosexual, seventies, whose deviation from the priesthood forty years in the past induced cruel wounds that persecuted him at the moment. We developed intimate recent friendships that I might be grateful eternally. Through the years, my trauma broke down David's palms late within the night time as he struck uncontrollably as he held me a starry, quiet sky.

"Why are you crying?" He asked for a while. [19659002] "I am… Bad," vapors of the wells. "I can not forgive. I'm a murderer. I have killed my own child."

David checked out me mix of horror and compassion. "But you have not destroyed or convicted. You have got been redeemed via Christ. He beloved you then. He loves you very much. ”

Tears stopped all of a sudden, obtrusive respiration slowed." Is he? "I asked, vast eyes and I was afraid of his answer." How can you be so sure? " 19659002] "Because He is greater than any pain you suffered, suffered now or ever", David replied with a relaxing peace that stopped me on my tracks. "You've heard from us a thousand occasions – pay attention! Get away from God whenever you perceive God. Trust Him day by day. Clear the home every single day, serve others, day by day, and then do it once more the subsequent day. In the future at a time. ”

I might simply stare at him foolish I replied vividly that a tremendous smile, his eyes shining when he stated, "I believe so." You must attempt it. ”

So I did.

Maddeningly slowly but certainly, bodily, mental, emotional, and mental sensitivity began to forgive me the uninteresting pain that was not only struck out I need to reside. I threw myself again into my very own life and confirmed increasingly more to my family members – typically in nice ways, but principally in small ones. Every time I made a mistake, I admitted it instantly and asked God what corrective measures I should take. I gave Him a self-discipline to my wild and obscure spirit as my line of will – which had previously been in riot – was ever nearer to Him.

I started to wish every morning and night for others as an alternative of myself. Although this was initially mechanical, I really began to study what was referred to as to me a man and a lady who continues to be sick. I ended preventing my demons and confessed them. Each time I felt aroused or suspicious, I interrupted and requested God to assume or act, which might give me the braveness to adapt the serenity to the accident.

In the long run, he lit the trail to my house church – when I discovered a unprecedented compassion and a resignation from the same Catholic group that I had wrongly assumed would condemn me strictly. But I'm sad that we acerbic-cultural and non secular dialogue provides rise to unnecessary suffering of different ladies who, like me, noticed solely despair and hope within the midst of demise and new life. I say to them: You’ll never ever be alone.

Is that this a cheerful return house that answers come once I need them to be? Typically. At different occasions I can't see them, and ask him for steerage or pay attention in a different way

Have you ever discovered to be pleased more often than not? Isn't that the case?

It's by no means. I mean by no means.

I mean this: As soon as upon a time my detached world has turn into enchanted. I mean, I started digging my life again. I've discovered to offer myself a dream once more, attempt once more, fail once more, love once more, harm once more – not again.

I even dared to chuckle at myself and with the world again. And that is the miracle.

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[little-big-world-in-the-tim-blog]

Redemption returned

Grotesque is a word that got here to thoughts when a woman pulls her legs via the doors of a dirty clinic. She swayed, felt unusual chilly in that notably drained August countryside. But the rough surroundings was not to blame for the chilly surrounding his body. It was his purpose to step in. His world, filled with journey and joy, was now bullied. It had grow to be detached to him.

The woman was able to verify that there was a life that had been combined inside her for 5 weeks – the life she had fairly unintentionally helped to create an unlucky, drunk one night time

She felt the same sudden nausea that was involved each week before within the presence of a double line in a home being pregnant check window. Wait,. . . what do two strains mean? This can’t happen. He tore another check – two bold blue strains. S ***. He stepped out and pulled out without considering of a cigarette that remained secure till he threw it violently into the ground. Ugh, guess it out. He drove to his telephone within the early morning mild, he rolled his identify. He hesitated, then met it, and when the ring got here, he tried as soon as to take away the throat. "Hey, it's me. I'm sorry, I know it is early. Can you… Can you talk about the minutes?"

He had referred to as her to drive to the clinic, which was drained in the morning. Whether moral help or curiosity, he did not know and He was simply the only soul he had informed, principally his catholic colleague, pal, roommate and household he had to maintain in the dead of night. The thought of ​​telling them about this hellish mess was incomprehensible, even horrifying.

Nurse, kindly center an previous lady referred to as her back with a chipper. The woman glanced at her companion, and she or he took her hand rigorously to her, guided her to the exam room and helped her to the desk the place she hurriedly raised her shirt.

"Sorry, I have an hour," she muttered eyes fell. "Remember if we do this fast?"

"Of course", Sick The gunner answered sympathetically with a smile. ”Here we go, this seems a bit chilly for the second time. Let's see. Yeah, take a look at that cluster there? It's your child, honey. ”

The woman stared on the black and white image of the display as her coldness went warm and cozy with a dark numbness. He discovered his father's eyes, sincerely in search of his reaction to direct his personal difficult emotions. "I'm here every step of the way, no matter what you decide," he broke: "We are in this together, okay?"

He nodded and closed his eyes. Scorching, indignant tears nervous and tune his face. His body began to tighten and tremble. He pressured himself to observe his baby once more as a result of the contradictory thoughts ran in. I don't want you. You have been born to a mother who regretted you within the moment she noticed you. What if that is the one opportunity for a kid? What do I see extra? Here the rubber strikes the street. Can I stay with myself if I didn't say to you? I would like you. I want you. I hate you. I really like you.

The woman squeezed her hand and turned to the nurse. "Thank you," he stated, respiration deeply. "Yeah, what's next?"

"It's utterly yours, pricey. It's your body, isn't it? ”

– – –

5. August 2015, I made a decision to cease an individual who might have taken his first life on March 29, 2016. I like those days of mourning a toddler who existed however by no means lived outdoors my physique. I respect her by naming her, talking to her, crying for her, praying to her. For a kid who would have melted my coronary heart regardless of the terrible three. A youngster who would in all probability have stored me at night time in moms angst. The boy's father – and the younger man, husband and father – was robbed of the chance to return.

I mirrored sufferers back to this terrible August, many occasions, many occasions ever since, spending hours and hours hardly ultrasound. It’s wrinkled and worn out of my busy retreat to my hometown's arrow wound; as a result of once I stopped being pregnant, and left abruptly out of faculty, I found little purpose to remain. Each a part of me (theoretically) lives a Catholic, passionate graduate scholar, a hopeful author, an educational, a superb and trustworthy one that was crushed in a number of months. For me, these months have been recognized for years. I spent them buried deep in Netflix, hiding eating and crazy social media, feeling myself in the face of anger and contempt.

I received bone fracturing and nervous nausea. I have shed twenty kilos. My hair started to thin and fall. My skin turned pale, uninteresting, embedded. The art of conversation and human interplay slipped. I literally couldn't convey myself away from bed to eat, drink or even exit if I might help it. My buddies began to fret, however I ignored their call and hid in my room once they tried to examine me out. My household had gone to panic, wondering what was incorrect with me. I used to be astonishingly shortly destroyed my former self in a fragile shell.

When a bright-eyed woman with a vivid shell discovered myself tireless, that was the thing of this unforgivable Evil I had completed. This factor I might by no means take again. This thing, as I firmly consider years later, which I might by no means forgive myself – and by no means forgive by God or man.

It’s typically stated that God's work in our life is a mystery that we might be foolish to attempt to understand. I was so scared to share my nervousness about what I might have completed to a toddler – the soul I might have created together with a careless, lustful renunciation – that I didn't dare to go close to the church for almost a yr. I used to be satisfied that I used to be committed to hell and I was out of all salvation. My desperation stored me so tight that I felt I might by no means smile again. It’s unimaginable to imagine that I might ever love – or be beloved – again. For who might love me after I had carried out one thing so selfish, so terrifying?

And I had carried out this for a simple cause that I felt like I couldn’t be a single mother because I used to be determined to be afraid that my attack on high functioning alcoholism quickly began. I moved with my mother and father and began a job search as a result of the unfinished diploma was virtually ineffective. During this era of unemployment began to mingle eagerly, hopping from group to group, in order that nobody would discover how much I drank. Soon, what I referred to as a "social" drink turned normal on most days of the week – 4 or 5 robust drinks. I typically ran residence to my disgrace once I was quite upset – but I never thought I used to be consuming. Spend the weekends with a spell of different "friends" who did not know me afterwards. Sleeping, sleep deprived on a regular basis mornings have been my new commonplace.

Over the subsequent two years, I was capable of plan workplaces that assorted extensively between publishing and cutting-edge know-how for international intelligence and fundraising, however I never took a long time to get kicked out of each job. I used to be indignant, unknown and boastful, clocked out and in with out problem learning and working with others. I hid my wrestle with the inadequacy of indulging in a corrosive comparability by way of social media with other Millennials who I imagined was a perfect and carefree life. This rising resentment unfold shortly and became firmly rooted in My Character. I used to be miserable and shimmering, unable to be thankful for what I had: a loving household, monetary and emotional help, and pals who pale the recurring storms of our atmospheric and isolated occasions.

escape MO did work,. . . Until it was. July 21, 2017 I was (rightly) arrested for drunk driving.

I consider that in the shadow of doubt, if I had not been arrested, I might have determined to kill myself or one other individual, God's ban. I spent twenty-four horrifying hours in jail until my father and brother saved me. Once we drove residence in hidden silence, I used to be amazed at the terrible implementation of what I might have accomplished. I had found the base. After years of failure – personal, skilled, and religious – I was desperate to vary my life. However how? What might probably be a enough substitute for the fact that alcohol has all the time given me, without failure?

At night time, my younger brother, Tacos, fell sharply, however kindly asked me to get assist with all the things he needed. He advised me that the twister I had come – to tear my approach within the lives of others, in addition to mine – was not acceptable. Simply two weeks after my arrest, I came across a help group for alcohol use. It is a marvelous organization that has helped me to realize and keep respect for alcohol since October 2, 2017. By means of day by day meetings, lively service, religious self-discipline and a singular connection, it has now turn into a mannequin of my life.

Without it, I couldn’t have referred to as the facility to forgive myself, let go of my previous and let God construct with me and do with me the best way He needs. Solely once I search for assist, I might see my despair not as a curse however as a present

Typically, as Paul Newman's Luke Jackson says, there may be no real cool hand.

– – –

Once I ran into this furious group, hungry for the which means and function that had looked at me in Catholicism, I discovered myself wandering atheism, agnostism and Buddhism. My anger in the direction of the Church swept and slowly eroded the assumption every day.

Then, once I was working in the twelve steps, I slowly started to experience mental change and religious awakening. I’ve discovered to differentiate uskonni foaming petition sentimental and superficial sentimentality, which had all the time given me permission to share myself and Mr. Dr. Jekylliin Hydeen. I might be my Catholic Character once I took random sexual encounters which are typically delivered to a fruitless company to destroy my conscience. In my social life, I turned an professional in mask Jungian when anybody else of morphene needed me to be. Without the self-sufficiency of the interior mechanism I’ve discovered to control others to awaken specific emotions that might strengthen increasingly more delicate and fleeting self. I obtained in and went to my beloved one's life as I used to be happy with the livid and chaotic hurricane without remorse.

Once I finally referred to as for the braveness to ask God (and myself) for forgiveness, I used to be not on the lookout for a Catholic priest. As an alternative, my "liberty" and healing got here from David, a self-described brazenly homosexual, seventies, whose deviation from the priesthood forty years in the past induced cruel wounds that persecuted him at the moment. We developed intimate recent friendships that I might be grateful eternally. Through the years, my trauma broke down David's palms late within the night time as he struck uncontrollably as he held me a starry, quiet sky.

"Why are you crying?" He asked for a while. [19659002] "I am… Bad," vapors of the wells. "I can not forgive. I'm a murderer. I have killed my own child."

David checked out me mix of horror and compassion. "But you have not destroyed or convicted. You have got been redeemed via Christ. He beloved you then. He loves you very much. ”

Tears stopped all of a sudden, obtrusive respiration slowed." Is he? "I asked, vast eyes and I was afraid of his answer." How can you be so sure? " 19659002] "Because He is greater than any pain you suffered, suffered now or ever", David replied with a relaxing peace that stopped me on my tracks. "You've heard from us a thousand occasions – pay attention! Get away from God whenever you perceive God. Trust Him day by day. Clear the home every single day, serve others, day by day, and then do it once more the subsequent day. In the future at a time. ”

I might simply stare at him foolish I replied vividly that a tremendous smile, his eyes shining when he stated, "I believe so." You must attempt it. ”

So I did.

Maddeningly slowly but certainly, bodily, mental, emotional, and mental sensitivity began to forgive me the uninteresting pain that was not only struck out I need to reside. I threw myself again into my very own life and confirmed increasingly more to my family members – typically in nice ways, but principally in small ones. Every time I made a mistake, I admitted it instantly and asked God what corrective measures I should take. I gave Him a self-discipline to my wild and obscure spirit as my line of will – which had previously been in riot – was ever nearer to Him.

I started to wish every morning and night for others as an alternative of myself. Although this was initially mechanical, I really began to study what was referred to as to me a man and a lady who continues to be sick. I ended preventing my demons and confessed them. Each time I felt aroused or suspicious, I interrupted and requested God to assume or act, which might give me the braveness to adapt the serenity to the accident.

In the long run, he lit the trail to my house church – when I discovered a unprecedented compassion and a resignation from the same Catholic group that I had wrongly assumed would condemn me strictly. But I'm sad that we acerbic-cultural and non secular dialogue provides rise to unnecessary suffering of different ladies who, like me, noticed solely despair and hope within the midst of demise and new life. I say to them: You’ll never ever be alone.

Is that this a cheerful return house that answers come once I need them to be? Typically. At different occasions I can't see them, and ask him for steerage or pay attention in a different way

Have you ever discovered to be pleased more often than not? Isn't that the case?

It's by no means. I mean by no means.

I mean this: As soon as upon a time my detached world has turn into enchanted. I mean, I started digging my life again. I've discovered to offer myself a dream once more, attempt once more, fail once more, love once more, harm once more – not again.

I even dared to chuckle at myself and with the world again. And that is the miracle.

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[unyielding-black-blog]

Redemption returned

Grotesque is a word that got here to thoughts when a woman pulls her legs via the doors of a dirty clinic. She swayed, felt unusual chilly in that notably drained August countryside. But the rough surroundings was not to blame for the chilly surrounding his body. It was his purpose to step in. His world, filled with journey and joy, was now bullied. It had grow to be detached to him.

The woman was able to verify that there was a life that had been combined inside her for 5 weeks – the life she had fairly unintentionally helped to create an unlucky, drunk one night time

She felt the same sudden nausea that was involved each week before within the presence of a double line in a home being pregnant check window. Wait,. . . what do two strains mean? This can’t happen. He tore another check – two bold blue strains. S ***. He stepped out and pulled out without considering of a cigarette that remained secure till he threw it violently into the ground. Ugh, guess it out. He drove to his telephone within the early morning mild, he rolled his identify. He hesitated, then met it, and when the ring got here, he tried as soon as to take away the throat. "Hey, it's me. I'm sorry, I know it is early. Can you… Can you talk about the minutes?"

He had referred to as her to drive to the clinic, which was drained in the morning. Whether moral help or curiosity, he did not know and He was simply the only soul he had informed, principally his catholic colleague, pal, roommate and household he had to maintain in the dead of night. The thought of ​​telling them about this hellish mess was incomprehensible, even horrifying.

Nurse, kindly center an previous lady referred to as her back with a chipper. The woman glanced at her companion, and she or he took her hand rigorously to her, guided her to the exam room and helped her to the desk the place she hurriedly raised her shirt.

"Sorry, I have an hour," she muttered eyes fell. "Remember if we do this fast?"

"Of course", Sick The gunner answered sympathetically with a smile. ”Here we go, this seems a bit chilly for the second time. Let's see. Yeah, take a look at that cluster there? It's your child, honey. ”

The woman stared on the black and white image of the display as her coldness went warm and cozy with a dark numbness. He discovered his father's eyes, sincerely in search of his reaction to direct his personal difficult emotions. "I'm here every step of the way, no matter what you decide," he broke: "We are in this together, okay?"

He nodded and closed his eyes. Scorching, indignant tears nervous and tune his face. His body began to tighten and tremble. He pressured himself to observe his baby once more as a result of the contradictory thoughts ran in. I don't want you. You have been born to a mother who regretted you within the moment she noticed you. What if that is the one opportunity for a kid? What do I see extra? Here the rubber strikes the street. Can I stay with myself if I didn't say to you? I would like you. I want you. I hate you. I really like you.

The woman squeezed her hand and turned to the nurse. "Thank you," he stated, respiration deeply. "Yeah, what's next?"

"It's utterly yours, pricey. It's your body, isn't it? ”

– – –

5. August 2015, I made a decision to cease an individual who might have taken his first life on March 29, 2016. I like those days of mourning a toddler who existed however by no means lived outdoors my physique. I respect her by naming her, talking to her, crying for her, praying to her. For a kid who would have melted my coronary heart regardless of the terrible three. A youngster who would in all probability have stored me at night time in moms angst. The boy's father – and the younger man, husband and father – was robbed of the chance to return.

I mirrored sufferers back to this terrible August, many occasions, many occasions ever since, spending hours and hours hardly ultrasound. It’s wrinkled and worn out of my busy retreat to my hometown's arrow wound; as a result of once I stopped being pregnant, and left abruptly out of faculty, I found little purpose to remain. Each a part of me (theoretically) lives a Catholic, passionate graduate scholar, a hopeful author, an educational, a superb and trustworthy one that was crushed in a number of months. For me, these months have been recognized for years. I spent them buried deep in Netflix, hiding eating and crazy social media, feeling myself in the face of anger and contempt.

I received bone fracturing and nervous nausea. I have shed twenty kilos. My hair started to thin and fall. My skin turned pale, uninteresting, embedded. The art of conversation and human interplay slipped. I literally couldn't convey myself away from bed to eat, drink or even exit if I might help it. My buddies began to fret, however I ignored their call and hid in my room once they tried to examine me out. My household had gone to panic, wondering what was incorrect with me. I used to be astonishingly shortly destroyed my former self in a fragile shell.

When a bright-eyed woman with a vivid shell discovered myself tireless, that was the thing of this unforgivable Evil I had completed. This factor I might by no means take again. This thing, as I firmly consider years later, which I might by no means forgive myself – and by no means forgive by God or man.

It’s typically stated that God's work in our life is a mystery that we might be foolish to attempt to understand. I was so scared to share my nervousness about what I might have completed to a toddler – the soul I might have created together with a careless, lustful renunciation – that I didn't dare to go close to the church for almost a yr. I used to be satisfied that I used to be committed to hell and I was out of all salvation. My desperation stored me so tight that I felt I might by no means smile again. It’s unimaginable to imagine that I might ever love – or be beloved – again. For who might love me after I had carried out one thing so selfish, so terrifying?

And I had carried out this for a simple cause that I felt like I couldn’t be a single mother because I used to be determined to be afraid that my attack on high functioning alcoholism quickly began. I moved with my mother and father and began a job search as a result of the unfinished diploma was virtually ineffective. During this era of unemployment began to mingle eagerly, hopping from group to group, in order that nobody would discover how much I drank. Soon, what I referred to as a "social" drink turned normal on most days of the week – 4 or 5 robust drinks. I typically ran residence to my disgrace once I was quite upset – but I never thought I used to be consuming. Spend the weekends with a spell of different "friends" who did not know me afterwards. Sleeping, sleep deprived on a regular basis mornings have been my new commonplace.

Over the subsequent two years, I was capable of plan workplaces that assorted extensively between publishing and cutting-edge know-how for international intelligence and fundraising, however I never took a long time to get kicked out of each job. I used to be indignant, unknown and boastful, clocked out and in with out problem learning and working with others. I hid my wrestle with the inadequacy of indulging in a corrosive comparability by way of social media with other Millennials who I imagined was a perfect and carefree life. This rising resentment unfold shortly and became firmly rooted in My Character. I used to be miserable and shimmering, unable to be thankful for what I had: a loving household, monetary and emotional help, and pals who pale the recurring storms of our atmospheric and isolated occasions.

escape MO did work,. . . Until it was. July 21, 2017 I was (rightly) arrested for drunk driving.

I consider that in the shadow of doubt, if I had not been arrested, I might have determined to kill myself or one other individual, God's ban. I spent twenty-four horrifying hours in jail until my father and brother saved me. Once we drove residence in hidden silence, I used to be amazed at the terrible implementation of what I might have accomplished. I had found the base. After years of failure – personal, skilled, and religious – I was desperate to vary my life. However how? What might probably be a enough substitute for the fact that alcohol has all the time given me, without failure?

At night time, my younger brother, Tacos, fell sharply, however kindly asked me to get assist with all the things he needed. He advised me that the twister I had come – to tear my approach within the lives of others, in addition to mine – was not acceptable. Simply two weeks after my arrest, I came across a help group for alcohol use. It is a marvelous organization that has helped me to realize and keep respect for alcohol since October 2, 2017. By means of day by day meetings, lively service, religious self-discipline and a singular connection, it has now turn into a mannequin of my life.

Without it, I couldn’t have referred to as the facility to forgive myself, let go of my previous and let God construct with me and do with me the best way He needs. Solely once I search for assist, I might see my despair not as a curse however as a present

Typically, as Paul Newman's Luke Jackson says, there may be no real cool hand.

– – –

Once I ran into this furious group, hungry for the which means and function that had looked at me in Catholicism, I discovered myself wandering atheism, agnostism and Buddhism. My anger in the direction of the Church swept and slowly eroded the assumption every day.

Then, once I was working in the twelve steps, I slowly started to experience mental change and religious awakening. I’ve discovered to differentiate uskonni foaming petition sentimental and superficial sentimentality, which had all the time given me permission to share myself and Mr. Dr. Jekylliin Hydeen. I might be my Catholic Character once I took random sexual encounters which are typically delivered to a fruitless company to destroy my conscience. In my social life, I turned an professional in mask Jungian when anybody else of morphene needed me to be. Without the self-sufficiency of the interior mechanism I’ve discovered to control others to awaken specific emotions that might strengthen increasingly more delicate and fleeting self. I obtained in and went to my beloved one's life as I used to be happy with the livid and chaotic hurricane without remorse.

Once I finally referred to as for the braveness to ask God (and myself) for forgiveness, I used to be not on the lookout for a Catholic priest. As an alternative, my "liberty" and healing got here from David, a self-described brazenly homosexual, seventies, whose deviation from the priesthood forty years in the past induced cruel wounds that persecuted him at the moment. We developed intimate recent friendships that I might be grateful eternally. Through the years, my trauma broke down David's palms late within the night time as he struck uncontrollably as he held me a starry, quiet sky.

"Why are you crying?" He asked for a while. [19659002] "I am… Bad," vapors of the wells. "I can not forgive. I'm a murderer. I have killed my own child."

David checked out me mix of horror and compassion. "But you have not destroyed or convicted. You have got been redeemed via Christ. He beloved you then. He loves you very much. ”

Tears stopped all of a sudden, obtrusive respiration slowed." Is he? "I asked, vast eyes and I was afraid of his answer." How can you be so sure? " 19659002] "Because He is greater than any pain you suffered, suffered now or ever", David replied with a relaxing peace that stopped me on my tracks. "You've heard from us a thousand occasions – pay attention! Get away from God whenever you perceive God. Trust Him day by day. Clear the home every single day, serve others, day by day, and then do it once more the subsequent day. In the future at a time. ”

I might simply stare at him foolish I replied vividly that a tremendous smile, his eyes shining when he stated, "I believe so." You must attempt it. ”

So I did.

Maddeningly slowly but certainly, bodily, mental, emotional, and mental sensitivity began to forgive me the uninteresting pain that was not only struck out I need to reside. I threw myself again into my very own life and confirmed increasingly more to my family members – typically in nice ways, but principally in small ones. Every time I made a mistake, I admitted it instantly and asked God what corrective measures I should take. I gave Him a self-discipline to my wild and obscure spirit as my line of will – which had previously been in riot – was ever nearer to Him.

I started to wish every morning and night for others as an alternative of myself. Although this was initially mechanical, I really began to study what was referred to as to me a man and a lady who continues to be sick. I ended preventing my demons and confessed them. Each time I felt aroused or suspicious, I interrupted and requested God to assume or act, which might give me the braveness to adapt the serenity to the accident.

In the long run, he lit the trail to my house church – when I discovered a unprecedented compassion and a resignation from the same Catholic group that I had wrongly assumed would condemn me strictly. But I'm sad that we acerbic-cultural and non secular dialogue provides rise to unnecessary suffering of different ladies who, like me, noticed solely despair and hope within the midst of demise and new life. I say to them: You’ll never ever be alone.

Is that this a cheerful return house that answers come once I need them to be? Typically. At different occasions I can't see them, and ask him for steerage or pay attention in a different way

Have you ever discovered to be pleased more often than not? Isn't that the case?

It's by no means. I mean by no means.

I mean this: As soon as upon a time my detached world has turn into enchanted. I mean, I started digging my life again. I've discovered to offer myself a dream once more, attempt once more, fail once more, love once more, harm once more – not again.

I even dared to chuckle at myself and with the world again. And that is the miracle.

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[madameocotillo]

Haunted house stories please?

HAHA oh man, sure!! This was not something I really expected to be asked after I tag-talked about it lol, but I have plenty to share.

A preface: I was at House of Torment in Austin, Tx for 6 years, until I moved cities, and was a floor manager for 5 of those. What this means is I was in costume every night, but instead of being in a single scene like most actors, I got to run around a huge portion of the haunt. I took care of the actors in my zone, while also checking on/fixing props, dealing with problem customers (MANY of these, but all the managers had radios w/ earpieces & were kept updated constantly by the control room staff monitoring the night vision cameras in almost every room), and scaring everyone else. Being a manager, I had a lot more......leeway in what I could do, namely dangerous stunts and shit that scene actors were not permitted to do for legal reasons.

Worth a mention as well; I have always been an athletic dumbass with a high degree of flexibility and pain tolerance, so let’s start with that as a baseline. This is long, so i’ll just start with one! I may reblog it to add more later though.

CHAINSAW TAG: An upgraded children’s game w/ 120% more terror.

Picture this: It’s 1am, and the building is closed & empty. The actors have gone home, the music is off, and the bright house lights are dark. You are alone, creeping along in the dim glow of the operating lights, using your familiarity with the terrain to keep as silent as you can, while also avoiding stumbling over the uneven floor as you strain your ears to catch any sounds not generated by you.

Over the thud of your own heartbeat, you hear something: careful steps coming up the stairs several rooms behind you; whomever is making them is obviously trying to remain as unnoticed as you are, but doesn’t know enough to skip over the top two steps, which always groaned under pressure.

There’s no way to know who is behind you, and the risk of staying to find out isn’t worth it. There are a few hiding places you know of in your vicinity, and the one that is better than all the rest is also unfortunately the most difficult to get into swiftly AND quietly. You make your choice, and straighten up to begin trying to unlatch the cabinet door that actually contains a small passage onto a metal ledge, hanging 20ft above the floor below, with a large, heavy, hinged grate that actors can push over to scare customers with its deafening crash. The cabinet hinge squeaks loudly if opened too fast, you know, so you pick the slow and stealthy option. This was a mistake; you are TOO slow.

There aren’t quiet steps behind you anymore, because now they are advancing rapidly, with heavy footfalls. The unmistakable sound of a cord being pulled several times, an engine starting, and by the time they burst into the doorway of your room, the chainsaw in their hands is revved and roaring.

Your heartbeat goes haywire, and your mouth goes dry as adrenaline kicks in like a shotgun blast. Silence be damned, you rip the cabinet door open, climb onto the counter, and hurl your body forward through the 2ft entrance as the person, still dripping with the blood they wore that night while out on the lot, terrifying customers to take their minds off the line, lunges for you with a shriek. You ARE fast enough this time, the cabinet door bangs shut and the latch re-engages behind you, but the chainsaw-wielder is just as aware as you are of the tiny ledge, with no exit but the way you came, that you are now perched on. You hear them start to fumble with the latch.

Heartbeat still thundering, you smile. You don’t expect them to know this, but this area happens to be one of your favorite spots in the building for three reasons.

1) It’s a part of your zone, you have spent hundreds of hours patrolling it over the course of the season, and you are very, very comfortable in it.

2) After the grate is pushed over by an actor, and the resulting noise causes the customers beneath to drop to the floor, hands over their ears, screaming like they think the world is ending, they always recover and look up to see what made it. Through the metal mesh of the ledge, they can see the actor that scared them, the grate, and you as well if you’re there that time. Usually one person laughs at the rest of the group, and they make to continue down the hall, content that the monsters are two stories up and cannot reach them.

3) As mentioned before, you are a gigantic dumbass with the impulse control of a particularly acrobatic toddler.

The sets in this building are movie-grade, meant to take abuse from staff and guests alike, and built to facilitate the high-intensity scares your company is known for. This means almost everything is weight-bearing, baby.

The would-be killer gets the cabinet door open just in time to see you roll off the edge of the platform, slowing your decent to the concrete below by pushing off the metal sewage pipes that jut from the wall to enhance the atmosphere. Ricocheting all the way down to the ground floor, instead of rushing forward like you normally would, at the practically incoherent group you just landed a few feet in front of, you race off at full speed down the hallway, while the thwarted maniac calls down that you’re a bag of dicks, and they’re going to go eat the half-sandwich you left in the break room.

This my friend, is Chainsaw Tag!! Only played by management & equivalent level staff, after the haunt was closed for the night, it was a dangerous, no-holds barred, showdown-survival match between a bunch of people trying to ‘survive’ as long as they could, and one with a real chainsaw (minus chain, jesus christ we weren’t trying to actually kill someone) & a desire to give their friends minor heart attacks. Haunted house employees are not known for their strong survival instincts.

People ask me a lot, “Why do you hate horror movies, if you love horror video games and work in a haunted house??” The answer to that is, IT’S A TOTALLY DIFFERENT BALLGAME IF I CAN PERSONALLY INFLUENCE THE OUTCOME OF THE SITUATION. The experience of having, as far as your brain is concerned in the moment, a real person with a chainsaw hunting you down is unlike anything I can possibly think to compare it to; you instinctively go into a genuinely terrified state, it doesn't matter how logically you know that the asshole stalking you with a chainsaw isn’t really going to kill you, you promised to buy him Wendy’s on the way home, the second you start to doubt that the sounds you are hearing are coming from a fellow ‘victim’ your brain is already off and doing its thing. When a chainsaw starts up in the dark, one room away, you run, but most importantly, YOU CAN CHOOSE EVERY DECISION YOU MAKE TO TRY TO KEEP YOURSELF ‘ALIVE’ THAT MATCH, THERE IS NO WAITING AROUND KNOWING THAT WHATEVER HAPPENS TO YOU IS GONNA HAPPEN BECAUSE THAT’S THE WAY THE DIRECTOR SHOT IT.

We didn’t play every night, and sometimes games lasted until the sun rose, before we all trudged off to try to make it through classes/daytime jobs, but MAN was it worth it. I feel like i’ve actually got some honest to goodness experience surviving a slasher movie lol, and as long as I knew the terrain and was lucky, I might actually survive. The building we were in at the time was 40,000 square feet, and most of it was the extremely intricate haunted house, so there were a ton of choices players could make in how they hid, where they hid, if they took a stationary approach or a more active one, the way I did, et cetera.

The building also used to be an old warehouse, complete with steel beams criss-crossing the length of the ceiling, and if you think I didn’t hang like a bat from them, 40 ft above the ground in an open area that didn’t have any false floors, with a flashlight in hand so that as soon as I spotted the person who was ‘It’ I could switch it on and make a godawful Dracula impression at them, you would be thinking wrong.

I have thought before that if I owned/had access to some wooded land, or a building that was built up in a way to make it fun, I would love to run my own game of Chainsaw tag with friends. There really is nothing else that can come close as far as the rush you get when playing it, much less surviving till the end of the round and getting to laugh at the dumb ways your friends ‘died’. Of course people snuck off to make out, and YES they totally did get caught & killed with MUCH more frequency than those of us who knew better, that’s like one of the basic tropes of horror movies, good god.

And yes, the chainsaw wielder DID have to touch you with the chainsaw in order to tag you out, and there were no safe zones (that were respected, anyways).

[ennairea]

Babies are not less valuable than anyone else but also they are not more valuable than anyone else either. In no other circumstance would someone be required to even inconvenience themselves to the extent that we are required to during even an ideal pregnancy for another person without consent. (I want to be clear here that I am not ascribing malicious intent to embryos, fetuses or infants) But the closest I can get is to be held against your will and beaten. Your body is being altered against your will, you know will suffer through at least one very painful experience or be put under and have surgery preformed. If this was being done to me by an adult I would be well within my rights to kill them in order to get away.

US Healthcare, particularly maternal healthcare is a racist joke and is something that definitely needs to get better, but it has nothing to do with abortion bans. Norway and Switzerland both have better mortality rates but allow abortions.

Studies show that there are fewer abortions and unintended pregnancies in countries that allow abortions.

Fewer abortions should be the goal here especially untill we reach some ideal where no unintended or dangerous pregnancies ever happen, and our foster system isn't as big a joke as our heathcare is.

You can’t just kill people for trespassing, either. “You are permitted to use force, but not deadly force, to stop someone from merely trespassing on your property. For example, imagine you wake up to a strange sound from outside your home. You look outside your window and see a masked man trying to break into your car. If you get your gun and fire a shot at the trespasser, you will likely face serious felony charges. The use of deadly force is not justified in this scenario.”  You aren’t justified in killing the unborn for just existing within your womb. 

Pregnancy is not just trespassing on my property, it would be the equivalent of being inside someone's home with a weapon which in my state at least does allow for deadly force by the homeowner. The fetus isn't hanging around outside my body, it is inside my body (home) with the potential to do significant harm and an almost certainty of inflicting pain.

There are also OBGYNs who deal with high risk pregnancies and deal with them very well. They give proper care for both mama and baby. High risk doesn’t automatically mean deadly. I don’t understand how you can say they aren’t covered under the medical emergency exemption when you also say they might die. If a pregnant woman’s life is at risk or in immediate danger, the doctor’s job is to save the life of her and her baby. 

High risk may not mean death is a certainty but in no other circumstance are we required by law to take of that kind of risk for another person without consent.

They aren't covered because the problems they have are psych related. For example my friend wanted a child and so spent 2 years preparing by safely stepping down her meds and waiting till she was in a good place and relatively stable to even begin that part. Even then, with support, good insurance and a plan, there where still some very sticky moments where we could have lost them. If they had an unplanned child now they'd have to rapidly go off their meds, they have moved to an area where they have less support, they have to care for a toddler (adding stress). It is an almost certainly that we'd either loose them and/or they'd need to be institutionalized. Which given their specific issues could mean they might get through the pregnancy and end up even worse or dead after.

Frankly the way the system works even in dire and immediate situations you have doctors wating on lawyers and court orders before proceeding, sometimes causing further lasting harm and death.

https://www.texastribune.org/2022/06/23/texas-abortion-law-doctors-delay-care/

That 2013 study has been refuted by newer ones in 2018 and 2020

I'm not clear what argument you're trying to make with this particular study. It is very interesting but including it as part of your argument here feels very icky to me. I'm sure you don't mean it that way but it still feels like pushing having children as a cancer prevention method.

The 2019 study was done in Italy, a deeply catholic country where social norms would make these problems worse.

There are several studies that show there there isn't any significant increase in mental health problems post abortion.

https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/29649722/

https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/27760409/

The study you provided seems to have some issues as it has been commented in several other papers titled Abortion and mental health: guidelines for proper scientific conduct ignored. I can't be sure because they lack an abstract and I dont have to money to get behind the paywall.

Abortion is risky, yes, and that's something we need to consider when opting to have one. Ultimately though that choice needs to be left to the person having the procedure with the advice of a trusted medical professional.

I have been in the room with people giving birth, I was there when my youngest sibling was born, which my Mom says was her most comfortable easiest birth out of the 4. There's no way I'd force anyone against their will to go through that for anyone. There is no other circumstance where we would legally require anyone to do something that painful and difficult against their will for anyone even an 'innocent'.

It is complicated because there isn't any malice or intent to harm, it makes one to one analogies impossible. So until there are procedures to safely remove fetuses or embryos that are cost/risk/invasive equivalent to abortion, an infinitely better foster care system, and the ability for complete and assured anonymity, we're not going to agree. Because when you have 2 independent individuals there's almost always an option to stop them harming or even just inconveniencing you without killing them, in this scenario we don't have that option.

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[lyssala]

You’re Idiots, Both of You

Parings : Terra/Aqua, Kingdom Hearts

Setting: The fall of Aqua’s first year away at college; Terra & Aqua are 21 & 20

Rating: K+

Notes: This was one of the first ideas I had when I started thinking about expanding this particular universe; it was just a sweet little thought I had. I had a best friend growing up who saw every single one of my performances and it always meant so much to me so while this has a more romantic undertone lmao it was sweet to write. The first chapter was more of how he felt, so I only thought it was fair to show how she felt too around the same time period <3  

Also forgive me for parents. I decided to give them all parents before I realized I might have to write them in this AU LMAO

AO3

2. Performance

"Once Luke Danes is in your life, he is in your life forever. I know from personal experience what an amazing gift that is."

-Lorelai

Aqua was four when her mother put her in dance class though Aqua never remembered much of it. Just some ballet for babies and toddlers class or something like that, nothing too special. She supposed she must’ve enjoyed it enough for her mom to keep putting her in dance classes from then on but the actual class or her first performance she never remembered very well. There were just pictures of her on stage and pictures in her first outfit.

There was one picture that she always loved though. It had to have been after the performance, just wherever the families and friends went to congratulate the cast of the recital but there stood her and Terra by their parent’s legs. He was only five and probably didn’t understand much about what was going on but he had a toothy grin as he watched her talk excitedly about something.

It was silly to cherish such an old picture, but to her it meant something more. From that first recital onwards, Terra never missed a single one of her shows. Whether it was the spring showcase or the Christmas pageant or just some performance to bring more people to the studio or if she had a solo or was just another face in the chorus, Aqua could always spot his face in the audience. She always knew when she got off stage the performance was done he’d be waiting for her.  

At a young age it was his mom who made him be there obviously, but she never left him at home to come alone so Aqua always figured on some level he wanted to be there. He sometimes complained about other acts he had to watch but he never complained about her, so she used take comfort in that too.

It was maybe when he was seven that he must’ve realized a lot of people give the performers some kinda gift after a show because she’d never forget walking out to see Terra nearly hidden by the most mismatched bouquet of flowers she had ever seen. His mom tried to explain he wanted to get her flowers like the other performers did but he didn’t know what one was appropriate so he picked out one of each. Aqua barely paid attention, too distracted by the flowers he was pushing at her, a sort of bashful smile on his face when he told her he thought she was the best in the show.

Aqua might’ve cried when her mother finally made Aqua throw away the dried and disheveled flowers.

He settled on picking one type of flower after that, but they became a staple in his appearances at her shows as well. He liked to pick her different ones, never the same type or color twice in a row but never roses which Aqua always thought was a little odd since that was the type of flower you gave performers. It didn’t bother her, she was just happy to see him and know he thought of her to care; it was just strange he never gave her the typical performing arts flower.

Even when Terra’s mom couldn’t come he still showed up, always there standing by himself or with her parents waiting till she came out in her costume from the show ready to give her the flowers and tell her what a good job she did. It was honestly her favorite part of performing. Aqua did love learning dances, and performing anywhere she could but she loved stepping off the stage and going to greet her best friend with a hug and many thank you’s, to tell him all the crazy stuff that happened back stage while he listened on.

Sometimes Terra would take Ven to see her too when he was old enough, with his own set of flowers for her, or sometimes Terra would still come on his own. Even through middle school and high school when it probably gave him grief to go see dances and performances his face was always there to greet her. The older she got, the more it meant to see him there supporting what she loved to do, the flowers made her heart skip and her breath get caught in her throat, the compliments made her face flush.

Aqua could never actually bring herself to tell her oldest friend she had a crush on him since they were in middle school. She didn’t always regret it as the fear of losing him as a friend was far worse than having to swallow the desire to hug him and never let him go. What she did regret was telling him to stay home and not come out to her first performance in college.

She stated at her reflection the dressing room mirror she was sitting in front of. Her face was glistening from leftover stage make up and sweat as the show was over, she did her work for the night. Her costume still flowed all around her, her feet were a little sore in her flats but she’d change into real shoes when she actually had to go outside. It wasn’t much, just a fall showcase really, but now with her bag at her feet ready to make the trudge back to her dorm room from the performance hall she couldn’t bring herself to leave.

She told Terra when he called last week that it wasn’t a big deal, she was a freshman she was in the background; nothing special. Plus it was so far from home she didn’t want him driving all the way here and back while he was working and in school at the same time himself. It wasn’t worth all the hassle. He was hesitant but eventually let her tell him it was fine.

Now she wished she could take it back. She wished she let herself be selfish. Aqua knew her parents were waiting for her and she should go out and see them. They’d wanna take her out to eat but she thought she’d just wanna go to bed.

Aqua pulled out her phone, the screen still on the last message from Terra, wishing her to break a leg before the show. She responded when she got it, but hadn’t heard anything since. He probably just didn’t wanna bother her but she couldn’t help the sinking in the pit of her stomach.

She loved her school and all the things she got to learn, that she got to do what she loved with so many talented people but it was hard. She was homesick every day. She missed her bed, her house, her parents, her town, her friends, the people she knew, Ven, and Terra. They talked on the phone everyday but it wasn’t enough. She missed him being there with her and the comfort he always brought, the way he smelt and the way he laughed.

“You okay?”

Aqua looked up from her phone and only then did she realize she had tears in her eyes. She quickly reached up to wipe the traces away before looking over to the voice. It was one of the older girls, bag over her shoulder as she was headed out the door.

“Um, yeah,” Aqua said, trying to give a smile. “Homesick.”

The girl nodded but didn’t ask any more questions before leaving the room. A few other people were lingering around but the dressing room was nearly empty now. Aqua wondered how long she had been sitting there.

She grabbed her bag and pushed herself to her feet. As she walked out of the room, leading to a back hallway that would put her where her parents were waiting, she quickly sent Terra a message that the show was good but that he didn’t miss anything. It was try to make herself feel better, but it didn’t work. At all.

Aqua sighed as she reached the door. She could hear people still talking outside the hallway meaning other dancers were still with their friends and family. She took a deep breath, put on a smile and walked into the area that was just outside the auditorium doors.

There were still quite a bit of people lingering around making the area pretty crowded. She scanned for sight of her mom and dad, though it wasn’t that hard since her dad was fairly tall. Aqua found his eyes above the crowd and waved.

He waved back and nudged her mom who was busy chatting away with some helpless soul no doubt. Aqua maneuvered her way around a few people so she could get to where they were standing in the back. She was just about to launch into her thank you’s and hugs to them for coming but she was struck on the spot by the hands of the person who her mother was still talking to.

It was a weird thing to notice probably, but not when she knew them so well, not when they were holding onto deep red, velvety roses in that familiar way Terra always held flowers for her. She looked up to his face which was still politely listening to her mom, who always looked so incredibly small between her father and Terra, but a side glance and smile told her he knew she was standing there.  

Aqua dropped her bag off her shoulder. It was probably fairly ungraceful for a dancer but she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him, head hitting below his shoulder. He made some dramatic noise and took a few steps like back like she actually managed to move him to which she knew it took a lot more to get him off his feet.

He put the hand that wasn’t holding the flowers on her back.

“I told you not to come,” she said, but made absolutely no effort to move; his warmth, the way he smelt like the fresh air mixed with a little bit of fried food was so welcomed and familiar that she really didn’t think she’d let go.

Terra was laughing; she could feel it against her head. “Did you really think I’d fall for that, c’mon.”

She pulled her head away from him, just enough to look up. “Oh, so you’re saying you don’t actually listen to me.”

“Are you complaining?”

Aqua didn’t think she had it in her at all to even pretend to be mad. “No.”

“And before you start to worry like you do.” Terra tapped his fingers against her back. “I came up with your parents so I’ll probably fall asleep in their backseat on the way home.”

Aqua turned her head to remember, oh yeah, her parents were standing right there.

“Nice to see you too, child of mine,” her mother said. She didn’t look mad, more amused than anything Aqua supposed.

She could feel the heat rushing to her face and quickly took a step back, letting her arms fall to her sides. “Did you guys, um, like the show?”

“Of course,” her mom said with a nod. “You were lovely up there as always. You’re among many talented people here.”

“Make you nervous at all?” her dad asked, a little bit of concern for her in his eyes though he was making a nice effort to not seem that way.

Aqua kind of understood where he was coming from. No one ever assumed being the star of a small town and then going somewhere that everyone was just as talented or more was easy. She wanted to say, yeah, sometimes it did but red filled her vision before she could actually speak.

“Nah,” Terra answered for her.

She rolled her eyes but took the flowers from him. They were deep red with soft petals and green leaves that stood out sharply, giving it that timeless look that roses had. She brought them carefully to her face, the sweet fragrance making her heart skip just a little.  She looked up over the flowers to see him still watching her, his hands in his jacket pockets.

“Liar, I bet you couldn’t even see me in the chorus. Why’d you get me such pretty flowers for that?.” She let the words, “You’ve never bought me roses before,” go unsaid.

He shrugged, probably because he never really thought about it; at least that’s what she would’ve assumed. “It’s a special occasion,” he said. “I figured it was appropriate.”

Aqua stared at him for a second. She supposed it was; her first performance after getting into this school but at the same time it’s not like she had a part in the show.  

He reached a hand up to type the side of her head, tugging on her hair lightly. “Also I’m insulted. I always see you, dummy.”

She still had the flowers up to her face so she knew they were probably masking the smile that was pulling at her lips. She’d keep these flowers till the crumbled into dust.

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Jupiter Minkmonk, in her fairy robes shortly after this story. When your children take a level in magic badass, you take a level in magical parenting badass.

Tale 8: Cetus, Jupiter, and Makatchthis (chapter 4. The Craft Supply Store 4/5 ) part 2. Stories of Fey

coarse language

Matcha had been on Tiberius gate for about a month. Palladis kept him on the gate, fed him, and played with him. Palladis took her task of controlling her brothers, the raven princes, seriously. She spent hundreds of years around humans and preferred their company; she knew the stakes. Palladia also remembered the last time a griminthrope was in the day veil. The day one of her brothers first devoured the flesh of men. Even if Matcha was presenting as a normal boy, the fact he was becoming a deadly beast was at the back of everyone’s minds. As for Palladis, she was one of the eldest royal fey, and she took the form of a small white girl with gold eyes and opal raven robes when approached by humans. Being admired as an iridescent white raven was a fun hobby for the younger princesses. Palladis had lived long enough to know that vanity means little, and is a childish pursuit. Matcha, having grown up a bit, was getting curious about the day veil. being stuck on the gate was like being stuck in the nest; stories were not enough satisfying his youthful mind. He had come to his senses now that he had put on some weight and plumage. He tried to fledge off the tower trellises but often fell on his face. Matcha wanted to fly, be with his brothers, and quench his deep hunger. And when there was nothing rotting on the gate, and Palladis could not bring him carrion, he lusted for the hunt. But Matcha had gotten attached to his new family. He was beginning to love humans as companions; thus, he had developed empathy for living things. Unlike other griminthropes, Matcha understood that the dead once lived. That he himself was half human. He would dare not hurt a human or fey, yet feared he would.

For a long weekend Morgan, Regina, and their friends were taken on a field trip to a fey convention. By their  professor, Hara Fyrstan, who was head of fey studies at their magic academy. They took a bus, and packed for up to three days away from home. Cetus and Jupiter began to sweat. Would Morgan sleep walk back such a distance? What if people found out Regina and Morgan were mages and try to persecute them? What if Matcha or another fey wreaked havoc on the village without Morgan’s guidance?

“Honey.” Cetus said tensely, glazed over as he stared at their precious children walk to the bus.

“yes dear” Jupitar responded. Her body clenched. The Ivory skinned, hazel eyed Franc in her was being tested. North Central people had a low bullshit tolerance, iron will’s, and true grit. which is what made her steady in the face of life’s trials. Jupiter and Cetus held hands as they watched their children walk off to catch the bus. They felt each other squeezing the circulation out of their forelimbs, mutually.

“Morgan needs new clothes. Something in this forest’s water is making him grow like a tree. In spite of his trouble eating….” Cetus quivered.

“I hate malls. He is at that age though,” Jupiter said in monotone. “Wait, he still has trouble eating? I thought we got him on anti-anxiety meds and therapy so he didn’t develop an eating disorder. You need to catch them young. After what His father did, he’s mentally unwell.” She grimaced.

“Oh, yeah. I mean he’s better than he was. Give the kid a break. Man I still can’t believe it,“ Cetus grumbled. “wait. Jupe, Where’s Matcha? Shouldn’t we be watching him?” he gasped.

“Damn it, Cetus. Let’s just take the bloody bird with us.”

“he looks more like a boy. He doesn’t birb very often… For someone so eager to be a birb”

“you mean bird? Which isn’t a verb...”

“he he, that rhymed.”

“I’ll get him” Jupiter sighed. She clicked the keys to make the car beep, which was audible from where they parked it just outside the gate. “I love you!” Cetus yelled walking to the car. “Love you too dear” Jupitar exclaimed back, fetching Matcha and her wallet.

Matcha was thrilled to leave the gate, he chattered the whole drive into town. Palladis tailed behind in flight. Raven children were as swift as any train or car.

“look ornaments! Can I eat one? I’m hungry!” Matcha said when they were in the mall. Cetus had strapped him into a shopping cart with winter twine. A type of thin yet sturdy magical rope. They ddidn’t want matcha running around, even with Palladis at their tail. However, the winter displays and decor were overwhelming and bewitching to the young griminthrope. Even Palladis had gotten distracted from watching her brother. Matcha snatched a ornament off a display as they carted by, and tried to eat the trinket, but then threw it up. He swallowed it whole like a pelican, and popped it right back out in perfect condition. He felt and looked very disappointed. Jupiter took and put it back on the next mall display while they kept walking. Cetus was busy looking for the next store, and without looking handed Matcha a toy. Jupiter had the grimace of someone who was reading internet memes; the distasteful kind. She was like that the entire time they were in mall. The sight was something to behold, the two of them were like veteran parents going to a mall with a toddler. But instead of a toddler it was an ominous black fey in a shopping cart. That was nearly the size of the shopping cart. A few people gave them scared looks, even here this was a bit odd. Cetus assured the staff that a wizard wasn’t necessary; they were just ‘babysitting for their nephew’. Which made even less sense. After over an hour picking out clothes and things they needed while they were there, Cetus and Jupiter found a table in the food court. they sat down with their orders looking exhausted.

“Suppose we should feed Matcha too eh? There is no shortage of trash around here, Jupiter.” Cetus said. Jupitar had gone space cadet eating tatter tots. Cetus rolled his eyes and turned to the shopping cart. It had three bags of clothes and a neatly wrapped cord of winter twine in it. “OH SHIT.” Cetus exclaimed. Jupiter perked up like new mother hearing a baby cry in the next room at 2am. She looked at the cart. She looked at Cetus. Jupiter cursed five times in francish, and grabbed the loot from their cart, her husband’s arm, and then walked out of that mall like a soldier into battle. She didn’t even finish the tater tots.

Cetus and Jupiter sat in the car for thirty minutes in silence brainstorming where Matcha would have gone. He was either in a dumpster behind the steak house or somewhere there is music and shiny things. Clubs were not open this time of day. It was noon. Cetus sighed and looked out the side window to see a large store by the professional building. “oh look, a Gabriel’s. Jupe, that place plays top 40 radio and has sparkly stuff everywhere. Matcha might be in there! I also need more yarn and stationery.” Cetus prompted. Jupiter rolled her eyes and they both exited the car. She should have never of joined that couples knitting group.

Matcha had never been somewhere so wonderful in his life. It almost reminded him of the nest. The music, the beads, the glitter, charms, thread, fake flora, bird houses, and gift wrap. It smelled of cloves, plastic, dust and popery. The lights shone brightly like flickering stadium lights, yet it still felt dark. The soft soulless catchy music played in a soft and tinny voice filling every crevice of the open, sparsely populated, glorified warehouse. Matcha had stars in his eyes, and he grabbed a basket like the other customers. He B-lined to the jeweler section and began tossing things in his basket. He began singing the songs on the PA perfectly, and had starting dancing to make every instruments sound. He was a one-man band. Matcha had also 152 dollars of merchandise ripped open and strung together into friendship bracelets. Matcha had decided to sit cross legged and bead like his father on the top of the cake decorating isle. He was on high profile mission of friendship bracelets.

“customers please stay calm. A wizard has been called, and will arrive shortly. Thank you for shopping at Gabriel’s.” an announcement said. This is when Jupiter and Cetus walked into the store. Cetus excused himself to the yarn section. Jupiter saw and heard Matcha a mile away and walked over to the isle he was perched in. She saw an employee and a wizard looking at the top of isle ten. Matcha was like a child that had eaten too many five cent candies. Jupiter looked both ways down the isle, and then walked forward and looked directly into the wizard’s eyes. Her gaze nearly defenestrating his soul from them.

“a North Central lady. Perfect. Last thing we need is a damn franc. Do we have improper posture? Or are you here to mock us well we deal with this…whatever it is…” The wizard said. Jupiter had been made fun of for her ethnic background since she moved to the grand West. It had made her strong. Jupiter punched the wizard before pulling him into a knee to the groin and tossing him aside like laundry. He lay on the floor whimpering. Jupiter then put one heel into his shoulder and the employee slowly walked backward out of the isle. She was not payed enough for this.

“get down here right now, young man.” Jupiter said with an intense thunder in her voice. Matcha froze cold and looked down at Jupiter’s unblinking stare. He wasn’t sure what he had done wrong. Matcha looked at his half-completed work and then stuffed it into a pouch on his side. Matcha held up a charm bracelet.

“look Jupiter! I made a shiny for you! I’m super crafty now! Just like dad!” Matcha Exclaimed. He was so genuinely proud of himself. He flew down and Jupiter grabbed Matcha by the hand, and escorted him to the till to meet her husband. Cetus payed for his yarn at the till, and apologize for the griminthrope. Jupiter stood behind him holding Matcha to prevent him from wondering off.

“sorry about that, were not trained in magic. Just have to watch him for the weekend. We can pay for the damages.” Cetus said. The manager stared silently in fear behind Cetus, at Matcha, well scanning the wool. Macha began to impatiently wiggle and hum.

“So, you’re taking that thing away then? And it’s not coming back?” The manager asked handing over the card reader.

“nope. Staying with us. Can’t apologize enough…Hope he didn’t scare off any business.”

“in that case, you don’t have to pay us for damages. we’ll pay you in place of the wizard, who is still indisposed by the frosting nozzles. Do you want a beading kit for the road? You know… so that thing is satisfied and DEFINITELY does not come back to my store?”

“thank you kindly. I think that is an excellent idea ma’am.” Cetus smiled charmingly.

With craft supplies in had Jupiter dragged Matcha into the backseat of the car and strapped him in. Cetus, about to get behind the wheel, noticed Palladis was on the car hood.

“YOU” Cetus growled.

“don’t tell my dad. We just went past that chandelier and I just… so sparkly…” Palladis said. Jupiter and Cetus both gave Palladis a nasty glare as they entered the car, slamming their doors. Cetus then started the car and turned on the windshield wipers. Palladis slid off the hood, her pleas barely audible through the glass. When Palladis got up and flew away to follow them home, Cetus began to drive. Jupiter looked into the art supply bag from the passenger’s side seat; “That colour? Sweety, we’ve talked out this. “

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DISNEYLAND TIPS – DISNEYLAND WITH A BABY – 1 YEAR OLD

If you don’t already know, our whole family is obsessed with all things Disney. Since moving to Orange County, we ended up buying season passes to Disneyland since we live only about 20 minutes away. It’s so wild because as a kid growing up, I never went to Disneyland or Disneyworld. It wasn’t until I visited Disneyland for the first time as an adult that I experienced the magic. Needless to say, the love affair began. We try to go pretty regularly since we don’t have the pressure of spending a full day there and can pop in and out. I know so many people don’t have the luxury of being able to stop in at the parks so it can be overwhelming planning your trip when you want to get the most out of your day. I also always get questions of whether or not its work taking a baby or going to the park pregnant and I have to say I have just as great a time either pregnant, with my baby, or alone on a date night. We have done it all! I want to be the first to tell you that Disneyland and Disney California Adventure can be amazing whether you are with kids of not. Even Blake likes going! I often get asked for tips and tricks for your visit so wanted to share some of my top tricks for having a great day at Disney. I mean, you really don’t need any tips because your day is going to be amazing no matter what you plan to do.

ARRIVE EARLY

Early is always better. If it works with your schedule. As the day goes on, wait times for attractions can become longer so if you really have some specific things on your list that you want to hit up, go early and do them first. Weekdays are always less crowded than weekends but it also depends on the time of year. I love checking crowd websites like this one to see if it’s packed or not before I go. I would also recommend buying your tickets ahead of time online here.

DOWNLOAD THE DISNEYLAND APP

I highly suggest downloading the Disneyland app. You can check the park hours for the day and make sure there aren’t any special events that might cut your visit short. Another great thing is you can store your tickets or annual pass in the app and have them scan your phone instead of having a paper ticket. I also love being able to check the wait times before walking over to something. This will help you plan your day. The app has a map so it can help you find your way around if you get lost. Also a great feature is being able to make food reservations or mobile food orders. Such a great way to beat the lines when you are starving. It’s also a great tool to check times for entertainment like shows and parades. You can also use the app to manage fastpass for attractions which can be a big timesaver if you buy a maxpass.

My favorite hack is that when you are in the Attractions tab in the app, you can filter rides by age and select all ages to see what attractions could be appropriate for babies or if you have little ones and want to filter the app by their heights. Its a great way to figure out what attractions you can enjoy. Make sure to download it before you go and create an account so everything is easy breezy when you are checking into the park.

UTILIZE THE BABY CARE CENTERS

The Baby Care Centers are a Mama’s best friend and I never knew they existed until I had Otis! They have a private nursing room with chairs for mothers as well as private little areas for pumping mamas as well. They also have a changing room with tables, Toddler-size toilets, a feeding area with highchairs, bottle warmers and microwaves. Another great feature is that they have vending machines full of baby goodies like formula, baby food, juice, diapers, wipes, sunscreen, pacifiers, and over-the-counter medications that you can purchase with a credit card. So if you all of a sudden realize you forgot diapers, they have you covered. The Baby Care Center is also air conditioned so it’s a great little hidden gem during the hot Summer months. It’s basically a little baby oasis and the people that work there are so friendly and helpful and for a new mom, it’s nice to have a little safe haven on those crowded days to have some peace and quiet and take care of your baby. Even if you don’t have a baby, it’s important to note that if your children happen to get lost in Disney, any children separated from their parents will be brought by a Cast Member to the nearest Baby Care Center. So good to take note of those locations just in case.

In Disneyland Park, the Baby Care Center is at the end of Main Street, U.S.A, next to First Aid.

In California Adventure Park, the Baby Care Center is next to Ghirardelli Soda Fountain and Chocolate Shop and across from The Bakery Tour in Pacific Wharf.

MAKE DINING RESERVATIONS

You might like to play things by ear, but if there is something you are dying to try when visiting Disneyland, I suggest making a reservation. It also can be a nice way of breaking up your day and knowing when you have some scheduled meals to take a seat and rest. One of my favorite places I always make a reservation is the Carnation Cafe. It’s great for breakfast if you are looking for Mickey Mouse Waffles! You can either go online, call, or use the Disneyland App to make your reservation. I always use the app because it’s super simple and easy.

BABY WEAR VS STROLLER

I think whether you baby wear or use a stroller depends on how long you will be in the parks. If you are only staying for a few short hours in the park, it can be great to use a baby carrier so you don’t have to worry about lugging extra things with you besides your baby and diaper bag. I have used both of these (this and this) carriers at the parks. Babywearing can also be great for naps on the go with Baby and you can still enjoy yourself walking around and checking stuff out while baby is sleeping. Even sneak in a ride! It’s been a game changer even with Otis at 1 year old while waiting in lines since he’s super squirmy.

If you are planning a longer day at Disney, or you have a little one that’s going to want to be walking, a stroller is the way to go. It’s great because you can keep all your “supplies” in the stroller and not have to carry them. We always take our diaper backpack with us while waiting for attractions as we have our valuables in it but leave behind sweaters, or other non important things in the strollers. A lot of people ask if we lock our stroller up and the answer is no. Basically there are specific areas near attractions designated as “Stroller Parking” and usually there is a cast member there rearranging and keeping the stroller situation on lock down. Of course there is always a risk that not everyone can be kind and might take something or, even worse, steal your stroller. Luckily we have had the BEST experiences at Disney and I would like to think people are on their best behavior. It’s all your own personal decision but we don’t personally lock up our stroller. Also note that you can not lock your stroller to structures or any Disney property or a cast member will have the lock cut. Using a stroller at the park can be great if you can get your little ones to take a nap while you walk around, or if you are waiting for parades and need them to be contained. We use our Colugo travel stroller because I like to bring as small a stroller as I can so it’s easy to maneuver through the crowds. It also folds up compact and it’s easy to use the strap to carry when its folded up. Something to note is that you have to take the tram to get to and from the Parking Structures unless you opt to walk. So be prepared. Make sure to check out Disney’s website here for all their official rules and FAQ on stroller sizes allowed in the park.

PREPARE FOR THE TRAM

After you park, you will need to hop on a very short tram which will take you to Downtown Disney and the entrances to both Disneyland and Disney California Adventure. When you arrive to the tram, be prepared to take your child out of your stroller. You can either fold it up and slide it in with you, or if you don’t want to fold your stroller you can go to the front of the tram lines to the double wide doors where you can bring your open stroller. Just note you must take your child out even if you are leaving your stroller open on the tram. If you have a sleepy little one, you can always opt to take the walking path which will take about 10-15 minutes to get to the park without the tram. It’s always great to know these options before hand so you aren’t stuffing your stroller full of stuff and having to fold it up last minute when the tram arrives. So wait till you get to the park to organize the stroller for your day.

BE HANDS FREE

I know this seems pretty explanatory but I love to put my phone in my bandolier crossbody phone case so I can be able to run after Otis and not worry about leaving my phone in my stroller or dropping it on a ride. Because trust me, I have left my phone in the my stroller caddy too many times and thankfully no one has taken it. Another thing I love to wear for our trip is my apple watch. It just makes it easy for me to check quick messages without detracting from my day. Also, I love to track how many steps we take. I also love the little Mickey watch face for our trips. Simple pleasures! 

FAVORITE RIDES AT DISNEYLAND

It’s A Small World: Great lights, slow moving and fun music

Jungle Cruise: Fun outdoor boat ride

Pirates of the Caribean: This one has 2 small drops and potential scare factor but Otis is great on it

Haunted Mansion: Super fun but also a potential scare factor

Finding Nemo: Otis loves the bubbles from the submarine

The Adventures of Winnie the Pooh: Fun music

Peter Pan’s Flight: This is in the dark but very fun

Dumbo the Flying Elephant: Outdoor ride that is great when you are baby wearing

Animation Academy: Fun place to let little ones walk around and get hands on with some exhibits

Buzz Lightyear: Fun one for the parents

Mad Tea Party: Great music and alot of stimulation with the spinning. Be careful if you easily get motion sick this one isn’t for you.

Disneyland Monorail: Not a ride but Otis loves looking out the windows in this.

Disneyland Railroad. This is great to get to different parts of the park and makes for a fun “ride”.

FAVORITE RIDES AT DISNEY CALIFORNIA ADVENTURE

Toy Story Midway Mania!: So fun for the parents!

Jessie’s Critter Carousel: A cute themed carousel that’s a must ride

The Little Mermaid: The music and all the sea creatures are so fun. It’s one of my favorites!

PLAN A DATE WITH MICKEY MOUSE

I mean, I wish I could plan a date with Mickey Mouse!! But in all seriousness, if you check the Disneyland app, you can filter the map by “Characters” and it’s an easy way to find where your favorite characters will be for a meet and greet. If you can’t leave the park without meeting Pluto, who I am obsessed with, you can check out on the map where he will be and go find him! Honestly it never gets old meeting those guys and seeing Otis’ face just light up when he sees Mickey Mouse makes me so happy I could cry. 

HAVE ZERO EXPECTATIONS

I know this header might seem a little negative, but I mean it in the most positive of ways. I think traveling and doing things with babies or kids can always have their unpredictable obstacles. You have those perfect days where your baby naps on time, there are no wait times and your day is a perfect dream. Then you have days where your baby is having a meltdown and a blowout in the same hour. I think my biggest advice when headed to the parks is that while having a plan is always a good idea, go into things without any expectations. Just know you will have a magical day regardless because you will. Every time we go now, we maybe pick 1 thing we would love to do but if for some reason the wait is long, or its too hot, we go with the flow and change our plans. It’s all about making your day happy for your whole family. The more you can just let go the better day you will have. And trust me, if your kid has a meltdown, your are in good company and a lot of other parents there knowing exactly what you are going through, ready to give you a high five because you are amazing for gathering up your family and sharing the Disney magic with them. 

Happy to answer any questions in the comments below and hope you have a magical trip if you are planning to visit soon!

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