#i wanna keep my sisters ipad

[deckoftrickcards]

made a lil thing on my sisters ipad

[bunnihearted]

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[hearts4leeknow]

memories || Bangchan X Reader

Warning(s): none(?)

Genre: FLUFFFF

idol!Bangchan X pregnant!Reader

Summary: After lunch you find your beloved husband, Bangchan and child upstairs in your shared bedroom watching videos on their ipad along side Chan. You admire them standing in the door way until you see your kid look over to Chans phone in interest, Channie seems to notice and he starts explaining what hes looking at. You look at them in awe, it was such a cute moment you had to snap a photo. And so you did!! You and him knew he would be the perfect father, what he didn’t know was he would be a father of 2 in a few months.

!!LOWERCASE INTENDED!!

a/n: got the idea from some friends while they were commenting on my baby photos iwth my dad! (guys i was gonna make this a new years post but ig nvm)

“baby” chan hums hugging your waist

“yes?” you smile while you finish up washing the dishes.

“me and naomi (ur child’s name) will go up stairs” he mumbled quietly resting his head on your shoulder.

“okay! ill come up soon” you kissed him on the cheek.

you then heard naomi run up stairs with chan giggling trying to catch her. oh how you loved them. a while later you decide to go upstairs to join them. You took your time walking up the stairs to your shared bedroom, you grabbed your phone from the counter then entering the bedroom. Suddenly you stopped in your tracks when you saw naomi smiling while your beloved husband was talking about what he was doing at on his computer. You couldn’t help but smile at the scene happening in front of you. You were quick to open your phone snapping a photo as a memory, they looked adorable and you adored both of them oh so much. naomi was your first child and you had yet to tell chan you were carrying their second child. You were surprised he hadn’t notice your stomach grow in size, you were 1 month and you had found out 2 weeks ago.

“baby!” Chan exclaimed, with a bright smile pulling you out of your thoughts.

“mama, look at what daddy’s doing!!” naomi called you over, you walked over looking at chans laptop screen. He was making a song.

“wanna listen to it?” he pinched you cheek.

“I wanna!!” she jumped on the bed.

“sure” you giggled at naomi’s behaviour. bangchan then played the song, it was beautiful, so beautiful you teared up a little. when the demo of the song ended he had then mentioned it would be releasing in an upcoming straykids album.

“waah!! dadas song is so cool!! i wanna be like dada!!” naomi exclaimed obviously showing her enthusiasm for chans song.

“thank you omi” bangchan smiled giving a kiss on the cheek to your daughter. you were in awe about the moment unfolding in front of you, you also wondered if it was a good time to chan that naomi will soon be a big sister. suddenly you were pulled out of your thoughts when chan asked; “baby, whats up? i can tell you’re spacing out there” you contemplated for a second before responding.

“naomi is going to be a big sister soon” you had a faint smile staring into bangchans now widened eyes.

“actually?” chan gasped in disbelief.

“yes” you looked at him with the most loving eyes as his eyes started forming tears.

“mama why is dada crying?” naomi had asked with concern written all over her face.

“omi, baby, your going to be a big sister” chan gave a bright smile lightly holding naomi’s shoulders.

“really? mama is this true??” she asked you jumping up and down holding your arm.

“yes omi, it is” as soon as you told her that she jumped onto to you hugging your arm. this time. it was chans turn to watch in awe, he took out his phone and took a picture of the two of you laying down as naomi was hugging your arm. this was a memory he wanted to keep forever;

“channie come join, its a group hug!” you waved your hand inviting him to join the cuddles. bangchan hugged your waist and you played with his hair, at this moment you two knew this is what you both wanted, a happy and loving family of your own.

FIN !!

a/n: FINALLY THE FIC IS OUT enjoy bbys!!

[hollyhomburg]

(mafia hoseok, slice of life, fluff, stockholm syndrome, meta stuff, this is a little self-indulgent and very self-referential, a tiny bit smutty at moments but i wouldn't call this nsfw, blood, violence, guns)

i wanna write a story with mafia boss hoseok who adopts his sisters children after they die cuz of mafia reasons along with his fiance. hoseok of course, decimates the rival group who took them away from him, but after the fire and revenge has settled, there is just hoseok, just hoseok and two kids who need him.

it's not that bad, the little boy one is mainly taken care of by his men. hoseok does his best to keep them safe and separated from his criminal empire. gives them everything they could want, trusts only his inner circle of 6 to look after them.

the older one- a plucky 13 year old girl is a little bit more of a handful mostly because she asks too many questions about things hoseok cannot answer without being culpable "why do you have blood on your shoes? what kind of handgun do you carry and can i see it? why do you always talk really softly at home but yell loudly when you're in the basement?"

hoseok- knowing that the basement is a literal torture chamber, sweating, "don't you just want money for shopping or something?"

"no, i wanna become your partner, the way that mom was"

"you are literally 13"

"didn't you start when you where my age?"

"can't i just? get you a new handbag or something?" idk i just love the idea of hoseok- whose tired of his job and pissed off by it on a good day vs. a 13 year old who just wants to be a crime princess so bad.

They but heads near constantly, when she's caught sneaking out from her all girls school to smoke cigarettes, when she buys a moped with the card hoseok got her, when she tries to leave the country to go to fashion week like her mom used too (of course hoseok goes with her- but still- she's not very good at asking for permission vs forgiveness)

Obviously he's like- barely adjusting to being a parent, and grieving the loss of fiance and sister too. he's lonely and struggling with the things in his life that aren't the crime bits, he's not against admitting that, but allowing anyone, woman or man, into his life barely 5 years after they've passed feels like a betrayal.

it goes like that, slice of life, mafia man hoseok and dad hoseok chased togeather. he tries his best to show up for dance recitals (the young beta boy really really likes balet and god forbid hoseok stop anything, even convention, from getting in the way of his pups dreams,) regularly scolds the alpha girl for trying to bring her boyfriends around, "you're too young to have boyfriends" "they're just my friends boyfriends" "still, wait until you're 16- or better yet- 18"

There just isn't a shortage of problems concerning the kids, it's one thing after another. Until one night in his study, hoseok's ledgers spread out in front of him while he reclines on a tufted sette, one of his men comes to the door, an ipad in his hands and a guilty look on his face. Hoseok snaps his fingers without looking up. "we- ugh- caught her reading fanfiction again, not the appropriate sort boss."

Hoseok groans because holy fuck he was no prepared to deal with a teenage girl in his mid 30's. let alone puberty again. But then again, he's a little curious, reads a few lines of the fanfic....

Only to find out it's an exact copy of his and his ex's life, down to the things that they've said on their first date. Their first time, even her untimely death down to her last words, words that he hasn't told anyone ever. Hoseok doesn't sleep as he reads through it. The only thing that's different is their names. here, here are memories even hoseok has forgotten. It's impossible, how could someone know all this?

oh, someone knows, and he's going to tear them apart.

Of course he finds the author. using the resources of his criminal empire to track them down. he has his men abduct her. the perfect crime, executed down to the moment she's snatched. he knows the autorities will never find her or even a hint of his orginization. he brings her down into that torture room and decides....not to kill her after talking to her.

hoseok is like something out of a romance novel, the kind of one she publishes irl and not the kind that she writes and posts on the internet. intimidating and beautiful with his crossed legs, red hair, strong jaw and piercing eyes. Of course, she only publishes things as fanfiction when she feels she needs too. other stories that she feels are more polished and less an extension of her own emotions, get the published book treatment. She's already absorbing details of this, the bite of the ropes against her wrists, the damp feeling of a cloth pressed over her mouth, it's a little bit fucked up but she's only thinking "this is gonna make for some good fanfic" and not about her safety.

hoseok has only met two types of peopke, the ones that are smart and scared of him, and the ones that are stupid and unafraid.

so what if she's got a bit of a deathwish, hoseok is a little impressed, having made grown men cry and piss themselves in that very chair, she's not afraid of him whatsoever. that alone, is what keeps him from killing her. maybe it reminds him a little bit of his exfiance, the way she looks at him without fear, like he's not the boss or dad, he's just hobi.

"So you mean i'm going to stay with you, your prisoner, until you figure out how i know what i know?"

"Yes that's the jist of it. Until you confess."

"there's nothing to confess, i just- thought of it on my own, i don't know what to tell you." hoseok looks for any connection, any of the fanfic authors family, if they were connected to his fiance in any way, but truly- there is nothing in her past that connects her to him, she wasn't even living in his city before now.

it's simply a trick perhaps, or just a coincidence. Hoseok doesn't believe in coincidences.

Only, Hoseok isn't cruel enough to keep her downstairs after the first few days when his interrogations turn more...conversations. Maybe he pours over the fanfic's and asks her about specific lines the one, "nothing's broken you yet, so you have no reason to belive this will too" thats been his personal mantra for year. how could she know things that he's never told anyone is beyond him.

The house has plenty of rooms and hoseok has plenty of men to keep an eye on her, he probably puts a tracking anklet on her just incase. and of course he finds her writing on bits of paper because he won't give her a laptop.

and then Hoseok's nice gets her fingers in everything. fucking shit up as she has a talent of doing. maybe hoseok intends it to be casual "this is my friend, she's going to be staying here for the time being, be nice to her and stay out of her hair" why does hoseok feel the need to suggest the kids be nice to her? she's literally a prisoner.

but of course, hoseok's nice looks at her, turns to hoseok and says "🥺 you got me my favorite fanfic author for my birthday uncle hobi?" immediatlly- the jig is up, they talk, the mc is really kinda nice to the kid because she's not an asshole.

Of course hoseok begs her to go along with it because...he really doesn't want his nice to know that everything she read actually happened, and he's got a sweet spot a mile wide for her underneath their bickering. of course also doesn't want to let her know that he did infact almost kidnap and torture this woman. and she agrees to befriend her...in exchange for a laptop.

Things go like that for a while, and for a month, he gets used to someone being there when he wakes up, he gets used to hearing laughter when he walks in, maybe she starts to get close to the kids a little bit- the nice especially, maybe one time hoseok gets a panicked text from the mc, "Minji's boyfriend broke up with her. sos bring ice cream."

The four of them of course leave the compound, go shopping, which then turns into going to the pet store, getting a dog (that his right hand man jungkook eventually takes in because none of them are prepared to actually take care of a dog). The works, maybe they go to one of those destruction rooms and smash some stuff, or go paintballing, the m/c hitting hobi in the chest and grinning "got you." it turns out mafia bosses are generally good shots, but mafia princesses are also really good too." And on the way home, the kids tired and asleep in the back, the m/c also nearing sleep in the passengers side, hoseok looks over at her and realizes that being the kids parents, being here for minji and hanyu has gotten alot easier since she's been around.

It's not that she does any of the child rearing at all, but- adult company is nice. Hoseok's not sure he can call her a friend. when he pulls in home he looks over, and finds that she's staring back at him.

"Are you really like the man i wrote into that story."

"Yes." he admits, they haven't talked about why he's here, in a while. she looks contemplatively at him for a second, then yawns. looking back and minji and hanyu in the backseat, "i'll get him if you get her right?" and they do, they bring the both of them inside and hoseok stays awake all night with a lump in his throat.

life continues like that, blood and domestic bliss in equal measure. a few times has he come home in the middle of the day to her writing in the main recreation room with Hanyu playing with his leggos around her, "i like her, she lets me be quiet without asking me to talk lots" or spinning with him to loud loud music. hanyu really only likes balet for the spinning and twirling.

of course hoseok is curious what she's writing after a while. and is more than a little curious why she doesn't try and leave. she still has to wear the ankle monitor, but hoseok would take it off if she asked.

"honestly i'm getting so much good material from this experience and you have good taste in decor and food gets made for me every morning by seokjin- and he's a fantastic cook and an even better beta reader." Seokjin is also a really good shot, and was in the black berets before i hired him is definitely not what hoseok says. "Why wouldn't i want to stay, i don't have to worry about anything here."

"accept for your bodily autonomy????" she waves her hand flippantly, "yeah, that never mattered to me so much as long as i can write. of course he gets curious of what she's writing, hoping to find more hints of how she can know what she knows. she finds bits and peices of his men in them and writes them off as just fanfic fodder. tells minji not to bother her too much.

he doesn't really like her next project about a heist with 3 lovers who get through it after years of sexual tension only to finally confess after one member gets shot- only, why are they like jimin? tae? and jungkook all close over taehyung's hospital bed. she's gotten close to all of them, but not closer than hoseok is to them and even he didn't realize they were all in love. how have some of his longest gang members, and appart of his inner circle who have been adversaries for the better part of the last 5 years finally getting over their enemies to lovers stick? how did he not notice?

he chalks it up to a coincidence until the next time it happens, because Namjoon and yoongi have been at each other's throats for years. Who would have thought an isolated job in the mountains that lead to them being snowed in with only one bed would...lead to their eventual coupling.

after that, hoseok starts to pay attention to what she writes. he's just in the middle of a deal gone bad when he remembers what she's written the year before, something about a car bomb- he avoids getting into the car until it explodes (a la bily) and comes home a little singed and scarred.

she's in the living room, the kids are asleep upstairs, and when she stands up, hoseok feels that feeling again in his heart, that peircing ache, the same one he gets when he thinks of his dead fiance.

i'm imagining him kneeling before her, taking off her anklet, fingers lingering over her skin a little too long. looking up at her, hoseok has not knealed for many people.

"you're free to go, but before i do, i'd like to offer you a job." it's hard to describe her value to hoseok, even harder to explain it to people who don't understand, she writes, and hoseok reads them, and about 70% of the time, the events she puts down on paper actually happen. he tries to ignore the other little things that don't, she's....a really good writer. and she knows by now that anything she writes he'll tare through. even the more...smutty sections that she tries to hide. he ignores the way that tales of submission make his blood burn, the way she describes touches and hands, hoseok tries to find pleasure in his own but it remains frightfully our of reach (and maybe 3 doors down).

maybe hoseok takes her to one of his functions, the ones that he usually hates with politicians and celebrities, because he wants to treat her, wanting to give things to people isn't a feeling he's felt in a while, i imagine them dancing underneath the stars, him asking her "if you were writing this right now what would happen." "if i were writing this, you'd have already kissed me."

maybe, someone gets wind of it, maybe theres a mole in hoseoks organization that tells tales of hoseok's secret weapon. his weakness. hoseok is not prepared there is nothing in her writing that says where she is or what happens only....that last one, it's tangentially mentioned, maybe minji is the one that finds it, hoseok explains it to her the situation, why the m/c is here and what lead her to their lives, maybe he's loosing it a little and she's the levelheaded one, hanyu is in the doorway crying, maybe when they came to take her she sacrificed herself for him, told him to hide and he did. that alone, that lone would make hoseok go after her, not the living breathing terrified thing in his chest- because this- this is almost exaclty like what happned with his fiance.

minji is 14 now, 14 and smart, smarter than hoseok, "she wrote something- i know she did- here- it was in an ask- here" hoseok scans it, and the gang mobilizes it. maybe hoseok's gang asks him why, why he's willing to go to these lenghts to save her, "it's not about securing a method of income, this has never been about money."

when he finds her, she's tied up, much the same way that he was tied up, and hoseok is soaked with blood, from his red hair down his back, she always did get unnervingly graphic with her murder scenes and it feels the same way that she wrote it, white hot rage that drips down his back in time with the cooling blood. he wonders if the bruises on her face feel the same for her. he unties her and then cups her cheeks, looking down at her while she grabs his wrists. "you came for me." is all she manages to choke out, "i wasn't sure you would."

he kisses the side of his face, "of course i'd never let you go, do you feel and see the blood i'd shed for you? is this enough?" hoseok is a little fucked up, and she knows this, she knows that deep down, beneath the softness that the people he loves cultivates in him, he does not mind the killing. he'd kill again for her in a heartbeat. he's going to kill again for her and he needs to know that if she stays.

hoseok is not convinced that she should.

he takes her home, washes her off. blood dripping down the drain and the two of them pressing hurried kisses against each others mouths, even if they taste like blood a little bit, they want each other too bad, all of this built up just breaking between the two of them. hoseok spends too long listening to her heartbeat. too long but she just washes his hair while he does, a tender geasture. he's not sure that his ex ever washed his hair.

the kids are glad to see her, a little bit scared to find hoseok more hollow than he was when he left. because he knows the last time something like this happened he was too late. and there are more than a few indications that he almost was too late, in the bruises that ring her body, her own blood that he wipes from his hands.

the next day, hoseok meets with minji, hands her her first gun, "you're to report to me, you don't make tough decisions, you let me make them for you, if you have questions or need help, ask. you don't make stupid decisions, and you don't tell anyone about anything you know." She scoffs, "thats a given."

later he ends up wrapped up with the main character, touching her again and again, verifying that she's alright that she's here, and she's just scribbling away at a piece of paper while he drags his lips up and down her arm. "is this still about getting inspiration for you?"

"maybe, but you're the best inspiration i've ever come across."

yeah i wanna write this, but i probably never will~

[deathtastegirl]

i love u millennials but i really hate how millennials just gave their kids unrestricted access to the entire internet just bcuz they did as kids also. im a teenager with elder millennial parents and they let me see everything at the ripe age of 5. the ipad baby phenomenon was started by them in the mid 2010s bcuz they honestly had no clue what to do with their kid which i understand but u dont just? give a kid a phone the second they start talking? there's a reason why cybersecurity for minors has gone so much bigger and its bcuz these ppl keep giving their 6 year olds ipads and doing nothing with them. i remember going to my friends house and her little sister got a chromebook for christmas. shes 6. the entire time we were there she was just scrolling on youtube shorts. btw can we talk about youtube shorts? make fun of gen alpha brain rot all yall want but that stuffs genuinely serious. brainrot at 5 isnt okay! i had 5 year old brainrot and that isn't okay! and i know that its not only millennials but have you SEEN how many of them post on tiktok saying 'my 7 year old is addicted to their phone they never wanna go outside😫😫😫' ....and whos fault is that? YEAH BITCH!!!! YOURS!!!! do me a favor and dont let ur kids on the internet until they're around 13 or so. its much more serious than a simple 'dont let ur kids on tiktok ehehehhe'

tl:dr; im tired of ppl (millennials mostly) giving their child unrestricted internet access just bcuz they did also.

[pttwice]

may I request a baby SMC reqressing while on the tour bus with the group in America and fighting like siblings do and CG MiSaMo needs to scold them and put them in timeout

hi hi :) i know that little SMC would all be such troublemakers. they'd be so sweet but a handful when they're all regressed at the same time

timeout

|| little!dahyun, little!chaeyoung, little!tzuyu, cg!mina, cg!sana, cg!momo ||

"Mama, wanna watch movie." Chaeyoung leaned over in her seat and laid her head down in Momo's lap. She used her best puppy dog eyes on the older girl. Momo tried not to look down, but it was just too hard to resist a little Chaeng in her lap. Momo sighed and nodded. She pulled her iPad out of her backpack and pulled up Disney+.

"If you watch a movie now, then no iPad when we get to the hotel, okay? Straight to bath and then bed." Momo held her tablet above Chaeyoung who huffed but nodded, holding her hands out.

Once Chaeyoung leaned back in her seat to pick a movie, Sana pulled a headphone out, turning to look at Momo.

"What's that look for?" Momo squinted her eyes a bit, knowing fully well why Sana was looking at her like she had just made a huge mistake.

"You know that giving them your iPad was a terrible choice, right?" Mina chimed in from her seat beside Jeongyeon. She paused the YouTube video she was watching and Momo just playfully rolled her eyes.

"What was I supposed to do? If I didn't give her my iPad, then she was just going to keep looking at me like that. You two can't say no to that face either!"

Sana just sighed and shook her head, putting her headphone back in. "You're dealing with this if they get out of control."

//

Chaeyoung held Momo's iPad in her lap, scrolling through all the movies on Disney+. She had seen most of them at least twice, but there were a few she always went back to no matter how many there were she hadn't seen.

Dahyun and Tzuyu leaned against Chaeyoung's shoulders and watched as Chaeyoung endlessly scrolled. There were a few movies they each liked, but they knew that Chaeyoung wouldn't want to pick the ones they wanted.

"Doggies! Doggies!" Tzuyu got excited and pointed to 101 Dalmatians, but Chaeyoung just shook her head and scrolled past it.

"We watched dat yesterday, Tzu."

Tzuyu pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. Just because they watched it yesterday, that didn't mean they couldn't watch it again today.

"Oooh Pooh!" Dahyun excitedly pointed out The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, but Chaeyoung shook her head again and continued her search.

"No. Pooh too boring."

Dahyun just glared at her little sister and groaned. "You never wanna watch what we wanna watch, Chaeng."

Chaeyoung just shrugged her shoulders in indifference. After a few more rows of movies, she finally picked one she knew she'd never get tired of watching. "Cindewella!" She excitedly shouted the name out and bounced a little in her seat.

Dahyun and Tzuyu looked at each other and shook their heads. They had seen Cinderella with Chaeyoung and without her at least a bajillion times. They liked the movie enough, but with the amount of times they'd each seen it, it had gotten boring. There were so many more movies that were so much more fun!

//

Tzuyu only watched Cinderella for about five minutes before she got tired of it. She tried to exit out of the movie to try and force Chaeyoung to watch something else, but this only frustrated her older sister.

"No, Tzu! Wanna watch Cindewella!" Chaeyoung pulled the iPad away from Tzuyu, turning so her back was facing the youngest. Dahyun frowned at the action and tried to pull the iPad out of Chaeyoung's hand.

"Ya! You have to share!" Dahyun tugged at the iPad, accidentally changing the language to French from how she was grabbing it.

"Hyun! Stop!" Chaeyoung was more than frustrated now. She just wanted to watch her movie, but now she couldn't even understand what they were saying and she didn't know how to change the settings.

"Don' wanna watch!" Tzuyu started to pull on Chaeyoung's shirt, trying to get the older girl to turn around. She didn't even care about what movie they watched at this point as long as it wasn't Cinderella. She had seen it too many times and she was tired of Chaeyoung always picking the movies they watched.

//

Most of the girls had fallen asleep. The ride to the hotel was fairly long so they had more than enough time to catch up on sleep.

Mina, Sana, and Momo were fast asleep. They were enjoying the rare time to rest and relax before they had to get ready for the concert tomorrow.

As soon as the littles started to argue, Sana's eyes shot open. She pulled one of her headphones out and groaned. She threw her head against the back of her seat and rubbed her eyes. She did not want to be dealing with this right now. Especially not by herself.

"Ya you gotta deal with them." Sana smacked Momo on the arm a few times, successfully waking the older girl up. Momo groaned and opened one eye. She didn't know what Sana was talking about until she heard Chaeyoung's all too familiar whines.

"Why do I have to deal with them?" Momo rubbed her hands over her face and sat up a bit.

"You're the one who gave them the iPad in the first place!" Sana laughed in disbelief as she turned her body towards Momo. At this, Momo just gave her a guilty smile.

"Oh. Right." Momo sighed and threw her blanket off. She got up and stood beside Dahyun's seat. The three littles were too invested in arguing with each other that they didn't even realize that Momo had gotten up.

"I wanna watch Cindewella!" Chaeyoung was full on yelling at this point and Momo was afraid it was going to wake the rest of the sleeping members up or at least annoy the crap out of them.

"No! Tzu doesn't want to and we-"

"Ya! Why are you three yelling? I didn't give you the iPad just so you could fight over it."

They finally noticed Momo standing over them, three heads turning to look at their mama all at once. There was perfectly beautiful silence for about five seconds until all three of them decided to start talking all at once.

"What-hold on. I can't understand a single thing any of you are trying to tell me." Momo sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She was in no way equipped to deal with three screaming littles, especially not when she had just woken up.

//

Sana turned around once they all started talking over each other and rolled her eyes. She got up and stood beside Momo, her hands on her hips. Her usually sweet and happy face was extremely annoyed.

"Hey! Please. One at a time. We can't figure out what's going on unless you go one at a time."

Dahyun grumbled but stopped talking. She crossed her arms and just pointed to Chaeyoung and then the iPad. Chaeyoung wasn't much help either as she just mocked what Dahyun was doing. Tzuyu... well, Tzuyu was just pouting. She turned so her face was against the window, eyes closed as she mumbled to herself.

"Okay, one at a time doesn't mean saying nothing. Chaengie did you share the iPad?" Sana sighed, trying a lighter approach to see if they would respond any better, but this just caused them to all start talking again even louder.

At this point, most of the bus was woken up, including Mina. The littles we well as Momo and Sana didn't notice as Mina sat up, turning to the noise that had drawn her away from her peaceful sleep. She stretched and got up, taking her headphones out before setting everything on her seat.

By the time the littles had finally gone quiet, Momo and Sana thought they had just gotten tired of talking over each other. They turned and high-fived each other, immediately jumping once they saw Mina standing behind them. The look the girl had on her face was far from pleasant as she stood there, arms crossed.

"You three. One, you're going to give me the iPad." Mina held her hand out and Chaeyoung gave it to Mina with a slightly shaky hand. "Two, you're going to stop arguing and apologize to each other and the rest of the bus." Mina waited until they said sorry to each other and everyone else. "Three, you're going to sit away from each other. No phones, no iPads, nothing. You're going to sit there and think about the commotion you just caused until we get to the hotel. Once we get to the hotel, you're taking a bath and going straight to bed. Understand?"

It wasn't often that Mina got upset, but when she did, it was scary. She didn't raise her voice, but her tone was so stern and commanding that it even struck fear into Sana and Momo who silently stood beside each other.

The littles grumbled but didn't dare do or say anything as they sat far away from each other. Dahyun sat at the front of the bus, Chaeyoung in the middle, and Tzuyu in the back beside Jeongyeon who had somehow stayed asleep through it all.

//

Once peace had been restored and the littles were in timeout, the three caregivers sat back down. Sana leaned over to Momo and whispered, "Remind me to never make Mina mad."

Momo just looked at Sana and nodded in agreement. Although she was scary, they couldn't deny that she got the job done. By the time the bus made it to the hotel, the littles had apologized to each other again and were happy enough to take a bath and go to sleep.

Too exhausted to continue their fighting at the hotel — too scared of Mina getting angry again as well — they all ended up wrapped up in each other, somehow squeezed into one bed.

[askstevella]

Can we keep him? 🐶🐾🥺

“Mom.”

She was cooking.

“Ma.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Mother of our—”

“Yes, Kendall.” She responded.

“Can I keep Astro? Please.” He asked for the second time that week.

“What did your father say?”

“Uh, he said yes.”

Kendall had a similar look on his face, a puppy dog look that he earned from his father. It was scary how even though Kendall Rogers wasn’t their son biologically (that they know of 👀), he had traits that were similar to his father in more ways than one.

This was one of them.

She and Steve talked the night before about this topic…

….Stella had entered the bedroom after tucking in little Sarah Marianna Rogers in bed and kissing both of their kids goodnight. Steve sat under the covers scrolling through his iPad as he heard Astro in the living room barking softly.

He knew his wife was on the fence about getting—or in this case, keeping a dog but she let him stay for a while now. But she hasn’t said yes to the whole plan.

Their children were thrilled about the possibility, meanwhile she was still very upset with her brother about what happened. He thought he would try to convince her otherwise. She climbed into bed beside him, flipped on her phone as she smiled at him.

“Heyyyy.” He said with a sweet grin.

“Hi?” She replied.

“We’re alone.”

“Yes we are. No one to bother us.”

“You wanna, you know?”

“Who are you and what have you done to my husband?”

Before she can even say anything about his actions, he snaked an entire arm around her and flipped his wife onto her back as he was on top of her. She giggled and yelped at his quick moves.

“Wh-what are you doing?” She asked mid laugh.

“Showing you that I am still Captain America and you’re my best girl.” He said smiling.

“Lady Strange. What are you getting at, mister Rogers?”

“That our family should grow. I always wanted a big family.”

“Honey we have two kids. Isn’t that enough?”

“Of course. But I mean, how about we officially add that little furry guy to our family.”

“Steven Grant.”

“Estella Elizabeth. You let that dog stay here for a little bit, why not make it official? Kendall named him for god’s sakes honey.”

“But..it’s a lot of money for a dog, you have to pay attention to them and—“

“Our son has proven himself worthy of him. I always wanted a dog too.”

“I..Theigo never once thought of telling me first.”

“Stell, you can be mad at your brother all you want but he must’ve done it for him a reason. He loves his nephew.”

“Next thing he knows he buys Mary a bunny…”

“Then we will have our own animal circus. Listen, you may not be on board with this kind of thing but it’s happening sweetheart. Our kids deserve a dog.”

“Damn it.”

….which leads them back to this point. Kendall looked at his mother waiting for an answer in hope it will be a solid yes.

Stella sighed deeply and looked at her son with a smile.

“Okay, fine, you can keep Astronaut Rogers.” She says chuckling.

“You’re serious? I can keep Astro? You’re not joking right?” Kendall asked, wondering if this was a trick.

“No, I’m not. Baby, your father was..right about this. And yes your uncle was an idiot for not telling me first..but I can’t lie, I love how he meets you happy.”

“He does mom. He really does! I promise to take care of him, he can stay in my room during the colder months and—”

“Hold it right there blondie, he will be sleeping in my living room with a bed and blanket. He’s not sleeping outside unless he wants to. And you have to promise me, you won’t get Astro lost in the woods or something.”

“I promise. I totally understand and I would never do that.”

Kendall rushed into his mother’s arm hugging her tightly and repeating soft ‘thank you’ for a moment. She hugged him back and kissed his hair before watching him go off to the front yard to take Astro on a walk.

“He better not pee or shit on my favorite chair, like Rick did!” She yelled from the dishwasher.

“No promises!” He yelled back.

“Take your sister with you!”

“Okay!”

She rolled her eyes smiling to herself.

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[thestraggletag]

Stragg, I know you had a horrible year, and I seem to recall you also struggle with depression and maybe ADHD too (I do, with both, it also had been the most hellish year ever), and I was wondering... How do you keep up with news and what is going on in the world when you have hard times? I myself have such a difficulty with keeping up with stuff when things get hard (but bc of ADHD some other times too), but I still want to be well informed. How do you do it? Do you have a rutine you can share?

Sorry for any weird format, anon, because I’m on holiday (hi from Barcelona!) and all I got with me is my iPad and my Bluetooth keyboard (because what if I NEED to write fic on my vacation??????). So, as far as I go, yep, 2023 (more precisely the last half of 2023) was the worst, including stuff I don’t wanna share on the internet, and yep, I got depression (not ADHD tho, not as far as I know), which meant I got myself into preemptive therapy, lets say, a couple of weeks after my dad died in September. I felt I was coping, but I wanted to make sure I was processing my grief in the healthiest way possible. So therapy is a big thing for me. Not all the time, but when I need it.

As far as anything else, I suppose is to make sure I have interests and hobbies that make me happy AND help calm me down and also, hopefully, things that make me hopeful about the future. Currently I’m studying data science, for example, that both highly interests me and also gives me hope that I could turn it into a possible better job in the future. But it doesn’t have to be a work thing, any project that makes you happy or hopeful about your future (my sister got a cat, for example!) helps.

And you also need to pace yourself. You don’t NEED to be informed of everything all the time. I live in Argentina, where fucked up shit happens ALL the time (mostly financial) so I’m kinda used to daily fucked up shit and literally expecting the worse every day. So I know when I’ve reached my limit, when to focus on myself. You gotta try and find yours. Also I have several apps downloaded onto my phone that have urgent notifications set in with the most important news (mostly Reuters, The Guardian and La Nación, which is a local newspaper) so I know I don’t HAVE to be watching the news to be informed, if something important happens I’ll hear about it.

But mostly what I’ve done since September is put things in perspective and realise that, given what I was going through, I had no space or energy for anything else. Like, I barely paid attention to the news and it was a fucking election year, so things were SPICY. But I told myself I had no energy for it, that I was keeping my energy in working, going to school and processing my grief and to ask more of myself would be stupid. I was already at capacity.

I hope this helps, sorry if it doesn’t. Try to put yourself first when things are tough. Concentrate on doing what is important to you or what you NEED to do (like work) and let everything else fall to the side. It is valid to not be up to date with all that’s going on in the world because you’re trying to keep up to date with what’s going on with you.

[araisbored]

Temporary bliss.

So, how do we do this again?

There is too much pressure after writing that Niki piece. My brain can only handle much.

It’s always like this, the feeling of being unwary but at the same time unsure when I first write something for a long time. We are not new to a long hiatus. And definitely not new to this kind of pattern. It actually becomes uncanny when I post often. So how’s everybody doing?

I am writing because I’m avoiding work again and I have time to kill. Well, life is still the same here. Busy and sometimes I still don’t have enough time to do things here at work and yet here I am killing my time with my nonsense blog. Why would I prepare for the things I need to  do in the future with the time I have today? That’s one of the wonders of my life as well. And what’s funny is no one probably cares what I write here but when you actually checked me out and found out this cute blog or simply just found this by accident. I would like to say thank you.

My life has been (it always was) chaotic. Family moved back here in our hometown. (Is it still called hometown if they moved back here?) The first few months of April was busy unpacking and it actually last until the first few weeks of May. I have been driving to work now. Which is a gift and a curse at the same time. A gift considering and comparing the time I woke up now and before. (From 5am to 6am.) And a curse with the amount of maintenance and bills you pay when you use a car on a daily basis.

I impulsively bought an iPad and wow. It is a fucking life changer. The girls on tiktok are not lying when they say it was their life. I use it mainly as my planner and some PPT work here and there. And it was AMAZING. I wanna share here how I use my planner and what template I use for those. Probably on the next post. I wanna boast to all of you that I actually make my own template. So if you find that ugly, let’s keep it to ourselves.

No updates on love life. I wanted to but it is still dry AF. Although relations at work have improved a little compared to what I had last year. I am enjoying the bliss of having my mom around. But also living the pain and endless responsibility of having my sister. But when good things happen, for instance when she plays a clarinet in front of her school, I feel somewhat fulfilled as if I’m the one who performed and blew that thing. All of the mornings during Saturdays, (which I plan to rest) dropping her for her practice was all paid off.

I also enjoy dressing up these days. There were days before that I did love dressing up. Then it died down because I got bored and there was no one to impress. But hey, new people came to my workplace and I started making myself pretty again. What's funny is there is a competition now here. But still now digits from my crush. So what is the point really?

I am not new in my work and now really getting the hang of it. Actually I shouldn’t be saying that I am getting the hang of it when I’ve been around the block. I live in the block. Not to spoil my temporary seventh heaven, but I’m getting bored.

There are unfortunate things that happened but why would I share it with you? I won’t let you know the places I am wounded and you won’t see me bleed. Or in this case you will not know I’m bleeding. I cannot say that I have a lot in store for you but I have some things kept on my sleeve. 

That's it for the Ara mini-update.

I will try to post something but wouldn't that be an out of character thing for me? hehe.

Ttyl,

A.

[blackasmyhangryfurrybrokensoul]

It hurts to realize all those times you tried to voice your pain, nothing was heard. It hurts to be told you don't ever express yourself, when you have been but nobody is listening.

Does my mom know how much she's hurting me? I don't even feel like a daughter to her. I don't feel like she cares if I'm around, except to have someone to be there for her. I don't feel like she cares about what I'm feeling, or going through, how I'm doing. She doesn't bother to ask. She says that I don't tell her but she never asks and isn't even listening when I speak.

I don't want to speak anymore. I don't want to fight or try to get people to listen when they are adamant that they are right. I don't see the point in trying to get someone who is so in denial about their own failures and incompetence to try to admit even the smallest of mistakes without finding a way to make me feel guilty for taking issue with anything.

She says she's doing stuff to keep herself alive. If she admits she's as flawed as I say she wants to kill herself. She makes a point of it. I can't say anything against her and expect her to take the criticism without her expressing how she should off herself. And she says she's trying to keep my sister alive... by what? Allowing her to remain in harmful relationships that are the reason her whole life is going to shit? LIke damn be a parent. Care a little. She's 14, she's not gonna know what's the best choice to make. Don't expect that talking to her will fix things, do something. Take away her iPad, don't let her use social media if she can't make smart choices about who she chooses to keep in her life.

But who am I to tell her how to parent? I'm just a 20 year old that lived through all her crap and knows every flaw of hers.

I am so fucking sick of it all. If they wanna rot in that house, in their own shit and misery they can choose to do that but I choose to live, I choose to love and spend my energy on people that are worth it. I choose to spend my energy on myself and those who've shown me through their actions that they are worth spending energy on. I am not going to keep fighting pointless battles in the name of a family. I am not going to be dragged down with them just because they can't muster up the courage to get themselves out.

I have a future. I have an amazing person standing next to me. I have dreams. I have places I wanna go. I have things I wanna do. I have a person I need to become. And I'm perfectly fine with keeping my family in my life if they can respect me and care about me, but if all they wanna do is throw their misery at each other I have no interest in maintaining my relationships with them. At this rate, sooner or later, they will all be strangers. I made the choice to not engage in pointless battles for appreciation I would never get, it's on them to make the choice to show me they want to stay in my life. If they don't care enough to make the effort to fix things, then yeah I guess I don't want them in my life. I don't want to be surrounded by people that oblige me to care about them without giving a single damn about me. I could die for all they know and it'd take a week for them to realize anything is wrong.

[palletteofhyperfixations]

This is all my internal thoughts cause I need to vent about this.

Me when my mom trusts me to go outside to Main Street on your own: Yay! but your siblings won’t enjoy it because “it’s too hot” and keep bothering mother(she has a crazy deadline): Bitch what the FU

you go to library: Yay! they still complain and your brother just wanders around complaining: BOY WHAT THE ACTUAL

you mention the books: See this is called “book” it’s meant for R E A D I N G he says he will only read books like Percy Jackson: just…look around. He refuses, so you sign up for an art gallery to pass the time and take a look at numerous free stuffs: :) you go to bathroom to wash the sweat off face, no one else does: ??? they still complain: I am gonna stab someone I SWEAR TO GOD STOP TEXTING MOM

mom arrives: HERE SINCE YOU WANNA LEAVE LETS JUST GO CMON GET YOUR ASSES UP

mom is upset cause she couldn’t get any work done: I hate you guys. everyone is sentenced to bedrooms.

Brother gets in argument with twin sister: BROTHER SHE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO DIDNT COMPLAIN

I type this in fury. Ipad at 10 percent, now 2. Now one.

[roughkatanaplay]

1. DNI LIST (Blocked on sight, no questions.)

Pedophiles/Kid likers/"Minor Attracted Persons"/Drake fans (Why would Drake fans use tumblr anyway, to twitter with you.)/"Age is just a number"ers/Other related terms for child molesters.

Animal fuckers/"Zoophiles" (Keep Yourself Safe.)

Transphobes/TERFS, Homophobes, Anyone queerphobic. Transphobes include anyone who deadnames even as a "joke".

Stridercesters/StriderLalondecesters, EgbertCrockerEnglishcesters, any _____cesters/incesters really.

People who ship Vriska with literally anyone, and Vriska defenders. (This one's more like you aren't a bad person or something but I'm going to block you just so I don't have to see it.)

People who non-ironically enjoy Homestuck^2:BeyondCanon. (I will remove this if it gets good, but I'm very skeptical...)

"Minors DNI" folk, I'm a minor lol.

People who include the following non straight people in straight relationships: Karkat Vantas, Dave Strider, Dirk Strider, Jake English, Kanaya Maryam, and Rose Lalonde. (And any other queers in canon in queer relationships I'm not privy too, might've missed some. Jake English is also kind of iffy though, he wasn't sure about his sexuality in canon and I get that. I just have personal bias 'cause I like DirkJake I guess. 🤷🏽‍♂️)

Object show fans/BFDI fans. I just hate your fandom, stay away.

DirkJohn/DaveJake shippers. (Personal preference. No comment.)

Your fave has (Mental illness/disorder here) blog likers or creators. (Personal preference. No comment.)

People who draw porn of transmasc Dirk or enjoy it. (EX: tyrannicalthot, muttbotics, even on sfw blogs. You aren't trusted.)

2. UNSERIOUS SECTION (Filler, obviously. What else.)

Un-fun people, if you don't like good joy, jolly, laughs, and giggles, I'm afraid you may not like any expressed whimsy on this blog, and that's okay, I understand your decision to be anti-silly.

Homestuck haters. (Why would you be here in the first place if you hate Homestuck, it's the ONLY THING I post.)

You.

People who shower. People who sleep. People who eat. People who breathe. People who have organs. People who exist.

Your mom. (Includes: father, grandfather, grandmother, sister, and brother as well.)

3. WHO AM I? (If you're really asking though, I don't know yet.)

Yet another one of those pretentious tumblr teen homestucks, an iPad kid, a young philosopher. "Like a mythical figure, I go by many names": Dirk, David, Reginald, the singular "Strider" is fine too. I'm 13 and I believe I'm just some guy. That's as much as I can say on the matter. I draw DirkJake art primarily and all that good shit. I'm a rare Eridan Ampora, Gamzee Makara, Dirk Strider, and Jake English defender. Controversial opinions of mine: Dirk Strider Homestuck isn't a narcissistic manipulative mastermind and neither is Jake, gtfo my house with that shit if you're gonna try bringing that up around me, shoo. My discord is "timaeustestifie", if you message me and you aren't around my age you're on thin ice bro. (Try anything odd and I'm telling a trusted adult.) I like Kesha, Alex G, Hail The Sun, Interpol, Dickheadz but only the "Suck My ...! - X - Rated Edit" song, and Bloodhound Gang. If you want to know more about my music taste just check out my 26 something playlists. Also if you wanna be friends or something you can talk to me on Discord Idm. Also, I'm not neurotypical. In this home, I am not the common kinnie, or the simple eye are ell, I AM the Dirk Strider... (I am one in a krillion among many others as I'm aware though, don't get me wrong.)

Oh AND. I follow/like from @thebroisstriding

4. THE GALLERY (Moodboard go crazy.)

[kin-the-muffin]

haha soooo many things happening rn and i feel like i have so much time to do nothing like i used to but when i take a step back sure i have less but i still have a lot but then i remember that theres homework im already ignoring in my classes and new friends to know and be known by and old friends to either dump cuz theyre toxic and i never realized or try in vain to keep ahold of a slipping relationship and im in my senior year now hahahaaaaa

vent below

i auditioned for my school’s musical and i finally got a speaking part and im also technically a lead and that rly cool but it also means im going to have to stay at school for twelve hours almost every day until the second week of march when the play ends

im in my school’s honor choir and its a zero hour so i have to wake up at unheavenly times to get there and sing for two and a half hours

i get to be in a rly big state choir too and thats coming up in february and i havent looked at the music yet and i cant get the remind to work and all the emails are so long-winded and badly-formatted and confusing

and my english class is nearly full of students so thats fun and my school has zero, count em, Z E R O good senior english teachers but im pretty sure i have the better of two devils and i had her last semester so i know her and she knows me but i also know the kinda bs shes gonna throw at us and i just have to hope that she wasnt lying when she said that this semester would be easier because we’re not working on senior papers this time (mine was about mental health in schools not that anyone asked lolll)

i also have the same government teacher as last semester which is both a blessing and a curse because i know what to expect but like none of it is good and he makes us do these stupid unnecessary tiny group projects and why tf cant i just work alone i only know one person in the class and his lectures are so pointless and please just let me take all the tests and be done with this heaven-forsaken class already

then im in studio art which is basically the highest level art class at my school and you have to get permission from an art teacher to be in one of their hours then you work on one huge independent project the whole semester and my art teacher knows i draw on my ipad and said i could make a comic so now i have to figure out what its about then i can hopefully start the ball rolling from there but i have too many ideas and not enough at the same time and none of them are developed enough to make a 22-page, fully edited-and-colored comic

and my choir director is so incredibly passive aggressive but not really on purpose, he just knows he has a rbf and so he overcompensates to make himself more friendly but then when his patience runs thin he yells and i wanna cry and die and quit high school and cry some more

and im trying so hard not to stress over college because i know im gonna take a gap year so i can think about it then but two of my sisters have offered their homes to me and i love them both so much and ive been thinking about just getting an apartment and a roommate but i have to tell them that because one of them is going to renovate their basement with my potential living there in mind and then i end up stressing about college anyways like what major and what minor and what school and what even is my endgoal???? i dont know?!?!??!?!! i dont know what i want to do with my life, not specifically! my biggest dream rn is to be an mc streamer and thats just cuz im back in my mcyt phase and the old pipe dream from my childhood has returned but i know it cant actually work out btu the dreamer in me says it can but i know it realistically has like a .000002% chance of actually happening

and thats all i have the energy to say rn

sorry for the rant

sorry for not posting

ty and goodnight

[steviespookiee]

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17 / She!her / RadFem / Bisexual 🎀

Joe keery ML♡♪ Sabrina Carpenter always `02.10`

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Hi, my names Strawbunni! (Or Strawb for short!)

(Like strawberry bunny🐰)

And this is my about me - some information about who I am and what I wanna post here on Tumblr!

I’ve been on Tumblr for half a year now, (Thanks to my best friend🩷) and the community is amazing! I’ve always been too scared to post or interact with people, but I want to start making friends and building a community of my own.

What will I post?

For now I will just post random thoughts I have, updates on certain celebrities (like new photos being posted, concerts ect.) Maybe some art projects, The Sims 4 content, Royale High stuff and reposting anything I find hilariously funny.

Eventually I want to start writing and posting my own fan fiction! Mostly Stranger Things! (it’s a special interest of mine.) some Supernatural, The Walking dead, POSSIBLY The Last Of Us if I can bring myself to play the game. (I’m too scared.) and a few other TV shows! So feel free to give me suggestions or requests for any fics you’d wanna see in the future, don’t be shy!

What are my interests/hobbies?

My BIGGEST hobby is gaming! As a kid I always played on my mums iPad, or my dad’s PS3, eventually my sister got an Xbox that I started using, and then I eventually got my own laptop! Which then for me into getting my own gaming computer. Here are a list of games I love and currently play! VVV

• Dead By Daylight

• The Sims 4

• VALORANT

• Overwatch

• Roblox

• Disney Dreamlight Valley

• Minecraft

• Resident Evil. (Leon Scott Kennedy😍).

Some other interests I have! VVV STRANGER THINGS! Like I previously said before stranger things is my special interest, i love it with all my heart, my room is CONSUMED by it and my life revolves around it and Steve Harrington. I love collecting funko pops, I have a shelf in my room that’s almost full of funkos! Most of them being stranger things!🤭 I have vinyls of the ST sound track, posters, framed photos, plushes. I recently went to Stranger things: The First Shadow - so I got a lot of merch and momentum’s from that. I also like Supernatual, Riverdale, Heartstopper B99, Dynasty, H20: Just Add Water, And so many more! 🎀 ———————— 🎀

Writing! 📝

I’ve always had a nack for writing and creative stories, that’s why I want to write fan fiction so much, combining two things I love, writing and imagination! Taking a TV show or a game and making it a world that exists and heals people, giving them happiness reading about their favourite characters and feeling a connection with them! It’s helped me through a lot and brings me a happiness I don’t get from anything else, what can I say? I’m delulu🤭. 🎀 ———————— 🎀

Guitar! 🎸

I’m currently learning how to play guitar, my friend is generously giving me free lessons, she’s also let me borrow her acoustic and electric guitar! I 100% prefer electric and want one of my own, I currently know TWO MITSKI songs that I learnt within my first lesson, in 4 hours. I’ve always wanted to learn to play but it looked so hard and I doubted myself, but once I gave it a go I realised I just have to try and keep going, and that beginning lesson was what I needed to jump start this hobby! :) 🎀 ———————— 🎀

Acting! 🎭

I’ve always loved acting, when I was 13 I used to do a lot of roleplay online, it’s not acting but it made me realise that I actually have an interest in that kind of stuff! I’m currently doing a Performing Arts course in college, which is going so well! I’m in the highest level and I got the lead in the Christmas musical! Sadly I had to give the role to someone else because I had too much course work to be able to learn the script in time, but it made me so happy knowing my skills were good enough and that I wasn’t wasting my time! Maybe I’ll get a job working on a movie and Joe Keery will be my characters love interest🤭! A girl can dream, right? 🤷‍♀️

If you made it this far, thank you for reading and I hope we get along well! Feel free to drop me a message, I don’t bite!😊 I hope that some of you stick around and help me work my way through the community, until next time, bye! 🩷

My bestie: @daryldixonsbub Go follow her! She’s supported me through so much and I absolutely love her to bits🩷

!DISCLAIMER! PHOTOS ARE NOT MINE, I GOT THEM OFF PINTEREST.

And thank you too @arson-fox, ML<3 for helping me edit the photos🐰

[gaybd1]

You have 8 tattoos? I love tattoos! Can you tell us about them?

hahahahaha will i ever! us gays, we love talkin bout our tattoos!

lmk if you wanna see pictures of any of them!!

My first tattoo was on my left ribs when i was like 19. it says something in hebrew and was a religious thing but i want to get it covered up

I have a compass on my left wrist. I had a VERY thought-out plan of what it was supposed to look like and its basically a reminder to me to keep moving forward in life but the artist really just did his own thing for it and it's ugly but i dont really mind

same artist for the compass did a really cool pointillism succulent on my right ankle but it just looks like a flower and healed pretty bad so it's real faded. but it looks fine i guess and i also dont really mind that it doesnt

i drew a picture of like a heartbeat monitor line that looked like mountains on a napkin at gay brunch in boystown in chicago when i was in college and took it to the tattoo place next door for the guy to put on my left bicep in the trans flag colors. he... tattooed exactly what i drew lol and didn't make it look cooler or anything but still charged me like $200 us for it. and this was like ten years ago so who knows what that is with inflation

i got a really cool koi fish on my upper left arm. i think its really beautiful and it symbolizes like overcoming adversity. an artist in taiwan did it and shes really amazing, but she works in amsterdam now so if i have any followers around there lmk bc you NEED a tattoo from this lady

the same artist did a pirate ship on my upper left arm, it says "know no shame" bc i like pirates and that was a beautiful plot line in black sails and yeah it reminds me not to be ashamed of my identity

I have a pine tree on my upper left arm bc two of my siblings and i wanted to get matching tattoos and they all got trees that meant something to them (tree of life, tree of gondor) so i picked a pine tree bc it looked cool and also my moms side of the family is scottish and theres a pine tree on our clan crest

when i went home to visit my family last summer my grandpa had just passed away. i wasnt super close with him but my sister had him draw a flower on his ipad before he died and she wanted to get a tattoo of it, so i did too bc i thought it was sweet

I want to finish up this little half sleeve ive got going on my arm. my next thing i want is a phoenix on my shoulder, and its tail can kind of come down the arm and kind of bring all the pieces together?

i also one day want to shave my head, get a tattoo on my scalp, and then grow my hair back out so i have like a secret tattoo there? not sure what id get though

when i finally get my top surgery i might do a big chest tattoo over those scars. maybe some vines? i wont need to bc surgery scars heal real nicely on me but i might just want something on my chest u know?

[vanessagable]

As much as Van had been trying to enjoy her night out for dinner and drinks with her former sister-in-law (and she had been really trying, and making a good effort at seeming carefree), she'd been itching to check her phone every five minutes like some toddler that was being deprived of their iPad time.

She knew she shouldn't worry about him -- she knew that he could survive a night on his own without her, especially if Gideon was coming over to hang out -- it was just that she hadn't fully gotten over her guilt that she hadn't been home when he'd found out about his dad.

And now her worst fear was coming back home and seeing that broken look on his face ever again.

Not to mention that Lorelai was being more -- what was a kind word for it? -- micro-managy than usual as they had sat through dinner and drinks. (Getting their check had also seemed extremely urgent?)

Van hadn't dwelled on it much until Lor had driven past the driveway to her and X's house -- leading them further down the beach and parking alongside of the road without any explanation. She's about to question out loud if they're having car trouble or if she's being kidnapped -- and then she looks out the window.

The sun is hanging low over the beach -- perfectly lighting a floral heart, flickering candles, and the familiar shape of the love of her life standing in the middle.

"Oh, fuck."

For the first time in the evening, her phone is completely forgotten along with her purse as she scrambles to open the passenger door and jumps out without closing it behind her.

She's only a couple of feet into the sand before she's cursing the heels she'd worn -- bending down enough to urgently free herself from the straps and the shoes altogether so she can make better time as she sprints down the beach towards him with the hem of her dress in one hand to keep it from getting tangled between her legs.

Van only slows just short of the tableau -- out of breath and taking the moment in before locking eyes with Xavier.

"God, I wanna kiss you so fucking bad right now," she tells him through a ragged breath before she points a half-accusing finger at him.

"But I've never known you to not have anything to say so you'd better get to talking, cowboy, because I'm ready with my answer."

@xaviermattthews

closed for: @vanessagable

where: the beach, august 24th

With NDA's in place and a solid team of assistants appointed by his band's manager Dalton, the set up for his beach proposal looked exactly how he had envisioned it. Another pat of his jacket pocket and he verified again that he hadn't fucked up and forgotten the ring, along with Van's allergy meds that were in the pocket of his trousers.

The latter was half out of necessity for the floral arrangement that surrounded him in the shape of a heart, the other half being for himself. She had asked him to carry the very same for her at the flower fest sixteen months prior, where they had ended up on that very same beach instead and shared their first kiss in three years.

( That had been all it had taken for him to know he wanted her to be his last kiss too. )

His sureness that Vanessa Gable was it for him had never wavered, all that had stood between him and what he intended to do was life and it's intricacies. He wanted the right time, right place and exact right moment -- now that all seemed trivial to him in the wake of his father's death.

The right time was any time with her, the right place was wherever she was and the right moment would be any they spent together.

Despite being certain that he knew what the answer would be -- she certainly hadn't expressed anything other than a potential yes when he had told her at the New Years masquerade that she would be his wife before the next New Years Eve -- rare nerves grip him. He never experienced those when he performed on stage no matter how large the crowd, a frontman by nature, but this was a crowd of one made up of the one.

One and Dayne, their bandmate and Submergence's lead guitar player, armed with an acoustic one rather than the electric one that was usually found in his hands on stage. After a pep talk and a relight of the candles that illuminated the flowers around him in the same shape, their drummer Bowie was supposed to clear out, though X had a sneaking suspicion that he was still nearby but out of sight.

After nearly a decade and a half together as a band, it felt right to have them there when he and Van cemented the next chapter of their life, one they would both be heavily involved in no matter what Submergence's recording or touring schedule looked like.

He glances over at Dayne as he exhales, getting a thumbs up of encouragement from the brunette that does actually manage to settle his nerves some, until the real concern rises again as the sun began to set -- had Lori pulled off the sole task he had given her?