#i was at my paternal grandmas house with my dad grandma and my dads friend

[the-mozzarella-brothers]

ghhh i miss being in israel so bad

[schlatt-love-bot]

The Babysitters Club

Babysitter Schlatt x Babysitter Reader Headcanon

Had a quite a bit of fun writing this one, paternal Schlatt really gets my heart going LMAO

Enjoy!

You and Schlatt were best friends in high school, and being best friends with a future entrepreneur only meant one thing–you were in for a LOT of money making schemes

“Well, we tried the lemonade stand, got told we’re too old…got fired from our bodega jobs for goofing off too much…what is there left for us to do?”

You could see the gears in Schlatt’s brain begin to turn, as all of a sudden he perked up. He came up with something

“Hmm…you like kids, right (Y/N)?” 

“Uhh…I guess you could say that? Why?” 

“I know the perfect business for us.”

Lo and behold, Schlatt and Co.’s Babysitting Service was created 

Schlatt would arrange a babysitting schedule for you, and most of the time you would go out on your own, babysit the kids, and split profits with him for managing your schedule

Sometimes, though, depending on how many kids were in one home, or how many sessions you had in a day, Schlatt would step up and give you a hand

Today was one of those days, as he scheduled you to solo-babysit one toddler from 12 to 3, but at 5:00? You had 5 children to keep an eye on, one who was only a few months old and the eldest being 9-almost-10 years old

Knowing you’d have your work cut out for you in the beginning of the day, chasing a toddler around a park while Mom and Dad were at a meeting, Schlatt decided he would be a kind best friend and boss and help you out

Not to mention, this was an overnight babysitting venture, and Schlatt was looking for any opportunity to spend a little extra time with you 

“So, how was the kid this afternoon?” 

“Good! He just wouldn’t stop running around, I felt like I was chasing a dog all afternoon.” 

Schlatt knocked on the door to your next house, the parents frantically opening the door, rushing you in to give you the basic breakdown before rushing out

“If you need anything, there’s our emergency contact numbers posted on the fridge, there’s a binder of basic information on our little monsters on the wet bar in the kitchen, next to that is some money to buy a pizza for dinner tonight. Need anything, call Grandma, she lives up the street. Thanks, see you both in the morning!” 

They practically ran out of the house, as you heard the 5 month old let out a whining cry, and the two eldest children began running laps around the two of you

You looked at Schlatt, your eyes wide, this was definitely going to be your biggest challenge yet

“You take the youngin’s, I’ll take the older shits?” 

“Yes, please!”

You made your way over to the crib, which housed the 5 month old, and sitting next to the 5 month old inside an adjacent playpen were a 2 year old and a 5 year old, playing with various toys

You picked up the 5 month old and instinctively began to rock the baby, making small talk with the other two kids about what toys they were playing, and other things they generally seemed interested 

“Is screen time okay for these two, or are we going the organic, touch grass way with these rugrats?” 

“Hmmm, check the binder. Mom and Dad probably have rules about screen time, maybe after dinner?” 

You heard the two kids, and Schlatt, let out a sigh of disappointment, as you watched Schlatt convince the two boys it was perfect baseball weather, and out they went

“Say, girls, do you want to go and play with some of your patio toys? It’s such a gorgeous day out, we shouldn’t waste daylight!” 

You were met with many tiny “yes”s, walking with the baby still wrapped tightly in your arms

You and the girls began to play with some of the chalk they had laying out on the patio pavement, teaching the girls how to draw out squares for hopscotch, telling them how to play

You couldn’t help yourself from sneaking glances every once in a while to Schlatt and the other two kiddos out on the lawn, Schlatt tossing low balls to the boys, acting like they knocked them out of the ballpark and insisting they “ran the bases” around him 

A smile crept up on your face, you began to grow a little jealous of whoever would be spending their lives parenting with him

“Man, you like him don’t you!” 

You whipped your head around, seeing the 5 year old staring at you, as her 2 year old sister stood behind her, snickering

“W-what? Absolutely not, we’re good friends. What do you know about liking someone, hmm?” 

“That’s the same look my mommy gives my daddy every single day!” 

You felt your cheeks begin to heat, needing to figure out a way to avoid these two little children from grilling you any further 

“Girls, why don’t we go in and get you cleaned up, you’re covered in chalk. Maybe we can see what’s in your cupboards and make ourselves a little treat, huh?”

The girls were eager to do so, running past you and into the house

The little one in your arms wound up a bit fussy, so you placed her into 

All washed up and ready to go, the girls drug you over to a box of cake mix, insisting that you help them make cupcakes 

You didn’t want to use anything without permission, though, so you sent a quick text over to mom and dad to make sure they were okay with you using the box mix with the kids

They were ecstatic you weren’t just shoving their tablets in their faces, so they absolutely allowed you to bake with them

The girls were excited, donning their little aprons they had stored in the pantry

Baby started to get interested in what was going on, peering over the edge of the playpen, so you picked her up and carried her (and a toy, just in case) over to a high chair in the kitchen

The girls excitedly showed you were everything was that you would need, and you let them have total control over adding things to the mixing bowl (fishing out egg shells, when necessary)

By the time the cupcakes went into the oven, the boys came walking into the house, dirty and sweaty, and their pants definitely stained from sliding in the dirt outside

“Schlatt!”

“What? He needed to slide into home plate, otherwise he would’ve gotten out! You wouldn’t understand!” 

Despite the unexpected bath times, the rest of the night went rather smoothly

Schlatt and yourself wrangled the kids together for some pizza dinner, allowing them to decorate their own cupcakes for dessert afterwards, and once their bellies were all full, it was time to wind things down for the night 

You tucked the baby into her crib, heading to the girl’s room to tuck them in and read a little story to them

On your way there, you glanced into the boy’s room, seeing Schlatt making sure that both the 7 and 9 year olds were set and ready for bed, telling them tales from his baseball experiences (he was the best first baseman in your school, after all) 

You didn’t want to get caught staring, so you continued forward and to the girl’s room

You helped the two put on their pajamas, tucking them in their beds before sitting in the rocking chair by both of their beds, having “Goodnight Moon” picked from the shelf to read tonight 

“Goodnight stars, goodnight air…Goodnight noises everywhere!” 

By the time you finished, both girls had their eyes closed tight, peacefully asleep

You smiled to yourself, content with how the evening has gone, looking up to see Schlatt leaned against the doorframe, the same smile painted on his lips

Heat crept up your cheeks as you placed the book back on their bookshelf, heading out of the room and downstairs to the living room with him

“So…that wasn’t so bad after all, huh?”

“Well, toots, we sure do make a pretty good team…” 

He slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer 

“Y’know…I think I saw a new side of you today. You playing ball with those two…I never seen you so…soft before.” 

“What can I say, baby, kids have a special way of makin’ a person soft...” 

He hesitated continuing, but your raised brow made him go on

“And…seeing you with that baby on your hip, the girls in the kitchen…you’re gonna be a perfect mom some day, (Y/N).” 

You began to blush, looking up at him, wondering if he was feeling the same way you were 

Before you could ask, Schlatt excused himself to the kitchen, coming back with two cupcakes in his hands, handing you one before sitting back down on the couch 

“You worked hard on these with the girls, you deserve a little treat too, princess.” 

He smirked, before swiping his cupcake against your nose, making your jaw drop

“Hey! What was that for?” 

“Whoops, here, let me get that…” 

He leaned forward, kissing the icing off your nose, his eyes plotting 

“Hmm, hold on…I think you’ve got a little something here…” 

You took this opportunity to smoosh your cupcake against his mouth, and before he had the chance to speak, you quickly leaned in, kissing him on the lips

He didn’t back off, answering your question from earlier as to if he felt the same

In fact, he swiftly put his cupcake down on the coffee table in front of you, grabbing your cheeks to deepen the kiss

“Ewww!”

“I told you so! Mommy and Daddy do the same thing after we bake together!” 

You quickly backed up, looking up the stairs to see all 4 of the kids out of bed, peering over the banister 

“Little shits, I swear to God…” 

You laughed, wiping the icing from your face before heading upstairs to put all the kids back into bed, making sure they stayed asleep this time, before heading back downstairs to see Schlatt fast asleep on the couch 

Sighing contently, you crawled onto the couch next to him, placing your head nearby his chest before slowly falling asleep yourself, feeling an arm wrap around you to pull you closer

[mysticstarlightduck]

OC Interview Tag

Thank you so much for the tag, @kaylinalexanderbooks!!!! (here)

I'll go with Nimwen from Of Starlight and Beasts because I don't think I've done one of these for her yet!

Are you named after anyone?

"I was named after my paternal grandmother. My parents' marriage was severely looked down upon by my mother's side of the family, because Dad wasn't of noble birth. They decided to choose the name because it was a nice keeping my grandma's memory alive but also a little bit as a way to stick it to my maternal grandparents. Her relatives never really got over their union, and didn't rest until they got the King himself - who was apparently a family friend - to annul my parents' marriage. Her family then arranged for Mom to marry some random noble from a 'proper House' - despite her protests - and cast my father and I out of their social circle."

When was the last time you cried?

"Hmm. That's uh... quite the question, isn't it? Very personal all of the sudden, y'know (her hands squirm and she laughs awkwardly). Let's just say... I have nightmares, and some of them are more... severe than others and sometimes end up crying because of it. I had one recently. I won't go into detail about the dreams though - that's not for you to know. Only Scarlet knows, and even he doesn't know the extra gory details."

Do you have kids?

"Certainly not! I'm barely a grownup and I don't think I should be left in charge of anyone other than myself - Scarlet is always going on like (she mimics her adoptive brother's voice and tone) 'why don't you take care of yourself?' or 'didn't you think this through before doing it? Again, Nim?', so maybe I perhaps might not be the most responsible person to grace this earth. I know, shocking. (giggles). But in all seriousness, I have far too much going on in my life to even think about something like that in the coming years - unless you count my friend Syp as a kid, because he's the youngest of our bunch and is always following me like a little shadow."

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

"No, not really. I'm usually too nervous about hurting someone's feelings or being misunderstood in what I'm trying to say or causing a mess, to the point that I somehow end up just fumbling over my words and making a fool out of myself. Scarlet is the king of sarcasm though, he always knows what to say or how to come up with a sarcastic quip at the right timing. I'm not that lucky (laughs awkwardly). He says I'm fine the way I am and that I don't need to change to be like others, but I do wish I was more eloquent like him."

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

"If they're dangerous or could be a potential threat. I've learned the hard way not to trust too many strangers and still struggle with a lot of... ghosts from my past, per se, looking to strike me down so I've got to be on the lookout for anyone that looks like they could work for the King or the Royal Guard. I also notice their stance and if I can use the terrain around us to my advantage to escape if need be."

What’s your eye colour?

"Dark blue, like my Mom's! I've got Dad's long strawberry blond hair to remember him by though, so that's nice. It's like I've got a little bit of both of them with me at all times - which is comforting, and sad, and a little bit weird. But nice."

Scary movies or happy endings?

"Happy endings, happy endings all the way! I hate scary stories - there's enough terror, and gore and violence and hatred in our world, why should we be subjected to those things in the very fiction that is meant to let us escape it? I hate when the other kids in our bunch start telling horror stories when we're gathered around the campfire - it usually leaves me up all night thinking about it! I know this is probably very silly of me. But I still don't like scary stories one bit and I will keep not liking them until the end of time itself because I don't like being scared."

Any special talents?

"I'm very good at hiding - when you're the daughter of someone who was executed for treason he didn't commit, you learn to hide like your life depends on it, because it really does. Scarlet has also taught me how to shoot the bow and arrow, and I'm... average at it. If I really, really focus I can hit close to the target of my choice, or even hit the target itself if I'm lucky, but if I have to do so whilst moving that arrow is missing the target by a mile. I also know how to sew and embroider, as well as play the harp, which are things my father taught me when I was a child and I haven't really done in a while, so I wouldn't know whether or not I'm still any good at it."

Where were you born?

"I was born in the city of Sylla - which used to belong to another kingdom but was annexed by Tirawen around forty years ago. My Mom comes from a long line of Tirawenian nobles, who moved to Sylla when she was a child because they were given land - a lot of land - in the conquered terrioty by the royal family. My Dad came from a local family of much humbler standing, and he'd risen in the ranks of society by pursuing a career as dyplomat. It didn't end well, as you probably already realized."

Do you have any pets?

"Scarlet has a pet hawk called Arrow! I consider it my pet as well. My brother has trained Arrow to carry messages for us and to hunt. Sometimes he also sends it to scout terrain ahead to check if it's safe for us to pass. Arrow is the most adorable, cutest little bird of prey you'll ever hope to meet! He loves snacks and always chirps happily when you pet his feathers!"

What sort of sports do you play?

"Oh, many! The other kids in our little group of 'outlaws' are always coming up with new things to spend our time doing, so I'm never bored! If anything I'm the opposite. I'm also very good at running, climbing and jumping! And as I mentioned I have a passable knowledge of archery."

How tall are you?

"I would say average height, I never really put much thought into measuring my height, but I seem to be somewhere in the middle between tall and short. Scarlet is very, very tall, so I don't think he counts as a comparison, but my height is similar to that of most of our friends."

What was your favourite subject in school?

"... I uh, didn't really get to attend any of the schools and academies of the kingdom. With the whole 'my dad getting beheaded for treason' ordeal happened when I was really young so I didn't really get a chance. But I think I would've liked to attend the royal academies - I used to love books!!! I still do, but there aren't many opportunities to read when you're living in the forests as an outlaw."

What is your dream job?

"Okay, now, don't laugh, but when I was a little kid I used to dream of growing up to be a pirate - I loved reading tales about pirate adventures and the sort, and couldn't wait to see the ocean one day. I even got a cute little pirate costume for my sixth birthday! But I do realize now real life pirates probably aren't really that nice though. Nowadays I would say my dream job is to become something like a physician or an apothecary - I would love to help more people, especially those who don't have the means to afford healing, because the kingdom all too often tends to forget they exist."

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[farmerbebop]

I heard some birds singing at midnight yesterday and thought "At least McGoohan photoshopping has one good side effect, I guess".

So I put him in paintings again, while thinking of my paternal grandpa, who died before I was born. Yes, in case you are wondering, he also "resigned".

He was chosen to be a revolutionary at a very young age by an army officer who came across a group of boys playing one day and noticed one of them was different than the rest. He was then trained among the "elite" of his generation, who all went on to be high-ranking politicians, except him.

While he and his wife were out there fighting against the biggest war machine in the world, his son was raised on a thousand lines of epic poetry recited to him by his illiterate grandma, on the songs and poems of his father's friends. Dad didn't mind not being as talented as his father, in music, poetry, sport, everything. He loved swimming in the river, playing the guitar, and being mischievous. He later caused his mother many troubles, the least of them was him saying "How can I work for a boss who is less qualified than I am?" everytime she sent him somewhere to apply for a job.

How my grandma raised three kids alone after grandpa's death, how she wrote poems for him every year on his death anniversary, how we struggled and are still struggling to live, like many millions of our people who don't belong to the rich and corrupt ruling class of our country, I can't really tell you. I have never been good at this.

I just want to say one more thing. That "The Best of Friends" also reminds me of my best friend. She used to take a nap after lunch, I didn't. Everytime I turned up at her door after lunch she told me "What are you doing here?". And then let me in. After doing the dishes, she and her sister soon fell asleep with me lying between them, wide awake, daydreaming the summer noons of my childhood away. Those were probably the happiest days of my life.

References:

Pereza andaluza (Julio Romero de Torres)

Reading by Candlelight (Carl Vilhelm Holsøe)

In front of the house (Józef Mehoffer)

Wild Friend (Évariste Carpentier)

[acommonloon]

Earlier today I met up with friends to drink a beer that reminded me of earlier days. Earlier good days and today was a good day. Later I stopped for groceries and as I got out of the truck I saw a woman walking towards me.

She was wearing a loose dress and her hair was covered with a scarf. Her brows were dark her skin tanned, I thought she might be mid to late twenties. She held a piece of cardboard low against her chest. Based on world events, I thought she might be collecting support for Palestinians. I waited. “Excuse me sir” her voice was soft and I detected no accent. She unfolded the cardboard.

I glanced at it but only saw the words mother, hungry, children before I looked back at her eyes.

I was transported instantly to Strasbourg France, 2018. We were at the Christmas market there, it was near dusk and raining and one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever beheld. The medieval town square filled with lighted booths the towering church looming over it. We were cueing to get into the church when my son said, “Oh dad, there will be gypsy beggars up here. Don’t give them anything. It’s a scam.”

When the gnarled old woman shuffled up to me and handed me what I thought at first was a brochure, but was a tattered written plea for alms, I smiled and gave her whatever loose Euros I had in my pocket. My son snorted but I didn’t care. Didn’t care if it was a scam. It was small change.

In Chicago once I was approached by a young black woman who asked if she could have $5.65. I was surprised and asked why she asked for that specific amount. She pointed at the McDonalds I’d not noticed and said she could get a certain meal for that amount. I’d no idea if she was sincere but I laughed and gave her the cash I had on me which wasn’t enough. I shrugged and she thanked me in a perfunctory manner. It still makes me smile.

Anyway, I grew up just shy of really poor. My mom brandished a form of pride I recognize now as her shield to ward off shame. She was ashamed by her…our financial circumstance and she returned the near constant assistance she got from my dad’s mom with as much resentment as appreciation. She never failed to criticize welfare families even though we would have been them too without the help of my grandmother and others.

Some of that shame couldn’t help but rub off on me yet I was far more influenced by my grandmother than my mother. Seeing the grace with which she shared her own minimal resources with us, made me want to be like her. lol one last sidetrack.

I was 12 when my paternal grandfather died. By all accounts, he was a mean old man. Decades later a stranger said to me, upon finding out who my grandmother was, “There was never a finer woman than your grandmother.” Then he said, “She never deserved Alec.” Referring to my grandfather. Alec was a nasty man with rarely a good word to say about anyone. Except me. He called me little shitass and I knew he loved me.

When he died, he had a healthy bank account but also $4000 cash was found in a roll in the tackle box he kept in his truck. I heard my parents talk about this. One evening a few days after his funeral, my parents, my two sisters, both younger than me, and I were up at grandma’s. I’d been staying there anyway so she wasn’t alone.

My grandmother said, I want you to go into the dining room and in the drawer of the sideboard you’ll find where Alec kept all the wallets he got for Christmas presents and he never used.

I said I didn’t want a wallet. She said, “Go on, he would have wanted you to have one.”

I spent so much time in that little house on the Blue River, I knew where the wallets were. I pulled open the drawer and picked up the first wallet from the pile. It fell open in my hands and it was full of cash! A lot of cash.

I carried it into the living room to my grandma’s chair and held it out to her. She took it and looked up at me and said, “Where did you find this?”

“It was on top.” I said.

She said, “That can’t be. All your uncles and even cousins have been in there to get a wallet.”

She burst into tears. Her hand shook as she handed me a fifty. She pulled out more money and gave it to my parents who were also in a state of shock. Then still crying she said, I can take that trip to the Holy Land!

Her tears were of joy and though all I did was carry the wallet to her, I felt like I had done something for my grandma to make her happy. That feeling was a heady drug.

So. I fully recognize when I give someone something, I’m doing it for me.

It isn’t transactional. If they don’t appreciate it I don’t mind. Also, I recognize a gift can cause distress. I’m mindful not everyone feels gratitude at being given a gift. I learned that lesson…anyway

Today, in the Meijer parking lot, I looked down at the woman and smiled. “I’m going to give you some money.” I said as I reached into my pocket. “Where are you from?”

Romania

I laughed at that. Thinking of my son and Strasbourg.

I said, “Okay, I wonder if you are scamming me.”

Sorry, I don’t speak good English.

Right. I handed her a five and said, “Have a good day.”

I didn’t wait to see her reaction. On the way into the store my phone chimed with a text.

It was my son.

I typed, Hey guess whatI just did!

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

024 of 2025

What were your summers like as a kid?

In my grandma's house, together with my sister. Brilliant times.

Do you enjoy thrilling rides like rollercoasters?

No, never did.

Who was your childhood hero?

I've never really had heroes as a child, unless my dad counts.

What is your favorite book?

Oh my, too many. I just love reading books and I can't pick a favourite.

What do you find most attractive about your crush?

I don't have a crush.

What’s your favorite outfit?

Hoodie or band t-shirt, cargo pants and black boots, sometimes things like fishnet gloves in addition.

Does seeing people in love make you happy? Sad? Annoyed?

I don't feel anything special, other than some warm feeling.

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

No, I don't. I got that stuffed kitty Molly somewhere, but µi don't sleep with her.

What CD did you play to death as a kid?

We had cassette player in my childhood, no CDs at all.

Hike to a mountain top to watch the sunrise or drive out of town to stargaze?

Watching the sunrise would be worth it.

What song has the most relatable song lyrics to you?

There are a lot. Mostly niche bands. Cult of Luna, Vildhjarta, Katatonia or Paradise Lost have plenty of relatable songs. For this moment, I'd choose Fader by Paradise Lost.

Iced drinks or hot drinks?

Hot in winter, iced in summer.

Bright colors or neutral tones?

Bright (especially neon) colours paired with black. Never fails.

Breakfast for dinner or pizza for breakfast?

Whatever. I eat what I fancy at the moment.

Do you have a green thumb or a black thumb?

Black thumb lol. So does my mum. My paternal grandma had lots of plants in her apartment and all of them were beautiful, she knew how to take care of them. I'm scared to have plants because we have a cat in the house.

What’s your favorite feature of yours?

Height, if anything.

Would you rather be a lawyer or a doctor?

A doctor. I hold a particular interest in neurology and I tend to molest my neurologist with questions on every visit. He's so cool, though, he explains thing to me like a teacher to a student. For real.

What type do you tend to go for physically?

None. I really don't have a type. There must be that *something* in a person.

Power of invisibility or flight?

Invisibility so I can pull pranks on people I dislike.

Would you rather wake up with your makeup magically done or your hair?

I don't wear make up and I don't do anything fancy with my hair at the moment, so neither.

What’s the stupidest fight you’ve ever gotten into?

Who farted louder. Goddammit instant cringe.

What’s the weirdest thing you’ve seen someone do in public?

I've seen a homeless woman peeing herself on the train station. Wish I could unsee it.

What’s your dream date?

Just hanging out in a bar with beers and such. Like friends do.

Do you tend to gravitate more toward using logic or intuition to make decisions?

Logic in most cases, but sometimes heart wins over head.

Do you like parties?

It depends. Small group of friends hanging out somewhere? Big yes. Alone in a club? Nope.

Did you enjoy high school?

We don't have typical "high school" in our education system.

Who is the craziest person in your family and why?

Me because someone has to be. My uncle, the brother of my dad, used to compare me a lot with his "wonderful" son, who ended up as a single father with lots of debts, no education and no job. I have a degree, a job I love, but no kids and no debts. Go figure.

What’s your favorite holiday tradition?

Christmas dinner.

Can you describe your laugh?

Ekekek.

Instagram or Twitter?

Instagram, but my account is on hiatus. I've never used Twitter.

What’s a show that everyone loves that you didn’t?

Friends, Family Guy, Two and a Half Men, just to name a few.

What song is stuck in your head?

Wild Eyes by Ashbury Heights, no particular reason.

Do you like exercising?

I do, but excessive exercising exhausts my hand. It's also painful to stretch it due to some spasticity.

Do you scare easily?

No, but today my own cat scared me.

Who are your top 5 celebrity crushes?

Wut, I don't even have just one. Maybe this Dutch rapper, but again, this is not a crush.

If you could learn one language fluently what would it be?

Finnish. Not easy.

Would you fly to the moon if given the opportunity?

Yeah, just out of curiosity.

What’s your favorite flower?

Tulip and iris, and some wild flowers like poppies, corncockles and cornflowers.

What non-sexual touch affects you the most?

When someone I love puts their hand on my shoulder.

Do you enjoy cuddling?

Meh. I'm pretty touch-averse with many people, but even with those I love, a hug is enough.

Do you like valentine’s day?

I don't really care about it, love is to be shown every day, not just once a year. Deeds speak louder than words, too.

Do you enjoy driving and are you a good driver?

I don't even have a licence.

What would you be most likely to become famous for?

Becoming a second Nikola Tesla lol. Seriously though, nothing. Fame scares me, especially lack of privacy connected to it.

Do you have a favorite quote?

I'm never gonna put boundaries on myself ever again. I'm never gonna say I can't do it. I'm never gonna say 'maybe'. I'm never gonna say, 'I don't think I can.' I can and I will. - Nadiya Hussain

Are you a romantic?

Yea I'm aromantic :P seriously, I'm not romantic at all. I'm homo-oriented, but asexual and on aromantic spectrum. I don't really get romance.

Do you have any tattoos or want to get one?

I have two, I'll be getting 3rd one in 3 weeks.

Biggest pet peeve?

Interrupting when someone is talking. Fucking rude.

Favorite personality trait about yourself?

I'm determined. This is why I can walk again. I was hemiplegic at some point of my life.

Sum up your type in three words.

Don't have one. Does it count as three words?

Do you listen to Kpop and if so who is your bias and why?

No, I don't. I tried to get into it, but oh my, I just can't.

What’s the longest you’ve ever stayed awake?

40 hours I think, but I was young and healthy, not like now.

Hot or cold weather?

Warm and sunny okay. I like to be at the sea then.

Bouquet of flowers or box of chocolates?

Flowers, but I don't need such gestures.

Can you do any good impressions?

Apparently, but I don't feel so.

What’s the best prank you’ve been witness to?

Oh my, there were so many. I love silly harmless pranks, can't choose just one.

Favorite dessert?

European cheesecake, if ever.

Is there a vine or tik tok you quote often?

I don't watch such things.

What tumblr post always makes you laugh?

What country that you haven’t been to do you want to visit most?

Finland. My dream since childhood.

Can you cook and do you enjoy it?

I can, and I like it, but I really have to be in the mood for it.

What’s your guilty pleasure movie?

I don't watch movies, and I also don't really believe in the concept of "guilty pleasures".

What’s your comfort movie?

See above.

Is there a genre of music you don’t like?

Yeah. Country, dubstep and k-pop. I can find songs I love in every genre except these three.

What’s an album that you think has no skips on it?

None. I rarely listen to whole albums.

What’s your favorite thing to watch on youtube?

Kitty videos and documentaries.

Would you make the first move to ask someone out?

No. Definitely not.

Do you often dream or have nightmares that you remember when you wake up?

I rarely have nightmares, I always remember good dreams better, too.

What are you craving right now?

Peace. And some sleep.

What turns you on?

Brains lol. I don't have any sexual "turn ons".

What’s something you haven’t done that you think most people have?

Been in love, romantically.

What genre is your favorite playlist right now and what’s it called?

Saltvatten, from the first song I added. It's all sad/melancholic music.

Are you a sad or happy drunk? Chill or energetic drunk?

I don't drink anymore, but when I was, I was the "I love everyone" drunk. Still, I remember I was drinking with friends and one of my girl friends thought she'd succeed to convince me to have sex with her, but I said I don't love her much enough to do it. XD I bet it was actually some kind of bet between my friends that she lost. Guys were saying then that I'm not za typical man, whatever it means.

What time of day do you like best?

Mornings, when everything is chill.

Do you tend to enjoy being babied or do you prefer to be the one taking care of someone else?

I prefer to take care of others.

What top three cities do you want to travel to?

Tampere, Finland; Gothenburg, Sweden; Paris, France.

What’s your favorite feature about your best friend?

He's straightforward and says whatever he thinks.

Do you have any pets? What are their names?

I have a cat named Susie. She's a 6 years old tuxedo.

Previously I had a tabby kitty named Victoria, too, but she passed away last year, at the age of 12. My most loved cat ever. She was a hybrid of European shorthair and European wildcat.

Back scratches or having your hair played with?

Rather back scratches. I don't like when people touch my hair.

Do you like surprises?

Yes, as long as they're positive.

What’s your favorite picture of yourself?

Yep, for real.

What books influenced you most as a child?

Pelle Svanslös series. It inspired me to create my own world of anthropomorphic cats. I wanted to write a children's book about it, but I don't have zany literacy skills, so yeah.

Do you like kids?

I do. Toddlers are cute. But I can't imagine having kids on my own.

What’s your favorite piece of jewelry? (or other accessory if you don’t wear any)

My wedding ring. This one I never really take off, except for sleeping and household works.

Any wild stories passed around in your family?

Not really, nothing that wild. We are boring :P

Do you consider yourself an independent person?

Yes, as much as I can, regarding my disability. I was fighting hard to become as independent as possible. I can say I succeeded. Majority of things I can do by myself, without asking for help.

What are you most comfortable sleeping in?

Just underwear. And a blanket, of course.

What was your childhood dream?

To be a soldier.

What’s your fictional OTP?

...none? I'm not into romance.

What’s one thing you want to achieve this year?

I want to read more books. I love reading, but sadly I didn't have much time last year.

What has been your favorite book you’ve read in the last 5 years?

Can't choose. There were so many books that touched me.

What was the first movie to make you cry?

I don't watch movies, but I legit cried on that anime Elfen Lied. It's much more than just gore; it's the whole sad story.

What book world would you live in if given the opportunity?

Pelle Svanslös and I would like to be one of the cats that were Pelle's friends.

What’s your craziest work related story?

Well, that's a pretty disgusting story. Two guys were jerking off to another workmate's sandwich and he ate it afterwards. (I warned you.) They were filming the whole thing. Got fired the same day. Thankfully. It was so gross, especially the fact that someone came up with such a disgusting idea.

What’s the best job you’ve had so far?

This one I've been having for the last 10 years and counting, I'm a rolling stock electrician.

Worst tinder or date experience?

I don't date, let alone use Tinder.

What’s the first thing you think of when you wake up most mornings?

The dream I had before I woke up.

Are you more of a planner or a spontaneous adventurer?

Kind of both, but I love planning in advance.

Do you think you see yourself the way other people see you?

Probably not, I think pretty low of myself, yet people like me.

What’s the last show you binged?

That Polish sitcom again.

What’s one of your fondest memories?

My childhood cat Agatha and rabbit Lintje.

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Trick or treat!

It's not done, but here's part 1 of this year's spooky Midge story.

“You know you don’t have to go.” 

Rose Maisel huffs out a sigh as she packs her bags. She’s well aware that she doesn’t have to go. Not only has her father been reminding her for a month, but her mother and grandfather as well.

“I’ll be dead soon, you know,” Zeyde Joel had complained to her the last time they spoke on the phone. “Wouldn’t you rather spend the summer with me?” 

Rose hadn’t said no, exactly, but it was relatively clear that she wasn’t terribly interested in spending the summer after her senior year of high school in Chinatown, doing the same old things she always did with her grandfather. 

Her paternal grandmother is rarely around long enough for a visit, but to Rose, the woman is fascinating. Famous and glamorous, and funny, but lonely, too. Her father and aunt don’t have much to do with their mother, and Rose’s own mother thinks the older woman is a monster.

To Rose, Grandma Miriam just seems lonely. Even with a slew of famous friends and a schedule so packed she hasn’t made it to a Passover Seder since Rose was little, there is something solitary about the woman, and Rose feels like maybe she can help with that.

“I know I don’t have to go,” she tells her father. “But I want to. I want to get to know her before it’s too late.” 

Her father sighs, a hint of sadness washing over his strong features. “There’s not much to get to know. If you’ve seen one of her comedy specials, you kind of know all there is to know about her. That’s just who she is now.” 

“But maybe it’s not,” Rose offers.

“That’s very sweet of you to think so,” he says, before letting out a deep sigh. “Okay. But if she drives you crazy, you call and your mother and I can come and get you.” 

She huffs out a soft laugh. “Okay, Dad.” 

***** 

Midge Maisel’s house is enormous, and beautiful. Right on the Long Island Sound. You can smell the salty on the air from the water, and off in the distance, Rose can see ducks heading for the beach. 

Her mother takes her hand as they stand in front of the house. “Call regularly,” she orders. “And don’t let that woman push you around.” 

“I won’t,” Rose promises. “She really lives here all by herself?” 

“Her and her ghosts,” Chava Maisel responds. 

It’s an odd sentence and Rose tilts her head, ready to ask about it, but before she can, the front door swings open and her grandmother rushes out.

“You’re here!” the older woman cries, rushing up and hugging Rose tightly. “Let me look at you,” she says, pulling back to take account of her granddaughter. “Ugh. You’re gorgeous. Look at this curly hair, and those cheekbones. To die for.” 

Rose hears her mother grumble something that sounds suspiciously like ‘go right ahead,’ and grins at her grandmother. “Hi! How are you, Grandma?” 

“I’m fine,” Grandma Miriam tells her. “Just taking a little time off, and I’m so glad I get to spend it with you! I have so many plans for us. We’ll get our hair done, and our nails, and we can go shopping.” 

Chava clears her throat loudly before Midge can keep talking, and the older woman whirls to look at her daughter-in-law. 

“Chava! You’re here, too!” 

“Hello, Mrs. Maisel,” Chava responds with a tight smile.

Grandma Miriam nods slowly, her lips pursed. “Still haven’t discovered conditioner, I see. I’ll have my hair stylist send you an email with some recommendations. Don’t you worry.” 

“Okay!” Rose cries, trying for a big smile. “Thanks for driving me, Mom. I will definitely call.” she hugs her mother tightly, before tugging on her rolling suitcase. “Bye!” 

“Is that all you brought?” Grandma Miriam marvels. “How do you pack so light?” 

 Chava sighs heavily, watching them go, before getting back into her car to drive away.

*****

The inside of the house, like the outside, is beautiful. Decorated in warm tones, with imported marble floors in the front hall. The living room holds a grand piano with a slew of framed photos settled atop. 

Oddly, there are very few family photos that Rose can spot. Her father’s baby photo in a small frame. Her aunt’s wedding day photo. Rose’s own school photo from the first grade, and a few older photos of her sister and cousin, but nothing recent. 

“Wow, Grandma, your house is really something,” she comments as she’s given a tour through the first floor.

“Thank you,” Grandma Miriam beams. “I love this place. I loved it when I first saw it, and I love it even more now that I’ve spent so many years making it my own.” 

Rose smiles as she’s showing the beautiful dining room, and the enormous kitchen, which she wanders around, inspecting ovens and stoves, refrigerators. 

“You like kitchens?” Grandma Miriam asks. 

“I do!” Rose enthuses with a grin. “I’ve been accepted to culinary school.” 

“That’s wonderful!” Grandma Miriam crows. “I used to love to cook, you know.” 

“You don’t anymore?” Rose asks. 

The older woman shrugs and gives her a sheepish grin. “There’s not really anyone but me to cook for, so I don’t really have a reason to. And I have a cook who makes most of my meals now. It’s just easier that way.” 

“Well, maybe we can cook together while I’m here,” Rose suggests. 

“Maybe,” Grandma Miriam tells her. “It might be fun.” 

Rose is about to respond, but gets extremely distracted with the pink Kitchenaid stand mixer in the corner. “Ohmygod.” 

Grandma Miriam laughs. “Note to self: leave Rosie the stand mixer in the will.” 

“It’s so pretty,” Rose breathes. 

“I never really had a chance to use it,” Grandma Miriam shrugs again. “Come on. I’ll show you the upstairs.” 

Rose nods and follows her up the back staircase to the second floor, where, presumably, the bedrooms are. “Do you have a lot of staff here?” 

“Not really,” Grandma Miriam tells her. “A cook or two. A couple of housekeepers. Nothing too extravagant.” 

Rose purses her lips, mulling that over. “Her family doesn’t have any of that. It’s just the four of them in the brownstone in Brooklyn. Rose, Mom, Dad and Shira. They do all the housework and cooking. It feels strange to have people do those things for you, but Rose supposes that with Grandma Miriam being so much older, and living by herself in such a big place, it only makes sense.

“This is going to be your room,” Grandma Miriam tells her, opening up a door at the end of the hall.

It’s another lavish room; the canopy bed is enormous, and soft-looking and there are bay windows with a perfect view of the Sound. There’s even a little TV sitting on top of the dresser. 

Rose looks around, stunned, as she takes it all in. “Whoa…” 

Grandma Miriam beams. “I’m glad you like it. My room is just around the corner, near the stairs to the basement.”

“What’s in the basement?” Rose asks. 

“Nothing, really,” Grandma Midge responds, waving a hand. “Just some old things. I use it for storage.” She beams at the young woman, reaching out to brush her curls away from her face. “You get settled. I am going to talk to the cook about what we’re having for dinner.”   

“I could cook,” Rose offers, watching her. 

Her grandmother waves a hand. “You just got here. Relax.” 

Rose watches her grandmother bustle away, before looking back at her new room.

“Right,” she breathes out. “Relax.”

[moonssugar]

i dont think i know any of your ocs off the top of my head BUT!!! 👑🧸🐾 :3

👑: person who raised your oc and/or was important during their formative years

i love this ask! for my character chelsie, her parents are divorced and she ended up in custody of her mother growing up. her mother is terrible though and chelsie is closer with her paternal grandma chandra. they dont get to see each other in person but they always video chat and talk on the phone, share the things going on in their lives. her grandma even thought her how to cook that way. her grandma has been a source of love and comfort for chelsie her whole life even more so after the relationship between chelsie and her mother got worse when she came out as transfem. because her parents are divorced her grandma is also the main connection to her south indian culture as chelsie is half south indian. chelsie confides in her grandma before anyone else. she wants to become more like her in so many ways. to chelsie, shes everything she could dream of becoming

🧸childhood friends:

sam has known em the longest of all his friends and they met at the beginning of middle school. because theyre both misfits they stuck together and had been each other's only friend for a long time until they went to high school and met more people. they have an overlap of interests like fandoms and both of them have a soft spot in their heart for each other. for em particularly its special because after discovering theyre aroace they hesitate to form close bonds with people for fear that someone will want something romantic from them. sam never did that and made it clear he'll never expect that from em so he's earned his place as their most trusted person

aubry and fatima have been best friends since they were five years old and they've been inseparable ever since. they live in a small town so the choice for friends is few and the topics for gossip is many, not a good combo for them unfortunately being easy targets. when people refer to them they always refer to both of them as a pair because they are always together. the girls are very content to be each other's only friend even if their little backwards town thinks theyre both strange. aubry appointed herself fatima's defender long ago and thats never going to change. i hope you can tell theyre very in lesbians with each other

🐾pets:

aubry has a chesnut mare she named ....(drumroll) chestnut who she absolutely loves. that horse is a little wild though but theyre made for each other. she takes care of two more horses (applesauce and benny) that arent technically her's but her dad's and belong to their family. sam takes after his mom when it comes to loving plants and his room is full of plants he's named and looks after. he loves the succlents and cacti the most! chelsie doesnt have pets (or plants) although she tried mice one time and it was disastrous (it ended with her and her mom having to move houses lmao)

link to original list of oc asks

[krookodyke]

do you have any hcs for which yellowjackets are jewish?

anon by sending this ask you have secured a spot as my best friend. please come over for challah & kugel on shabbat this week.

ANYWAYS obviously clearly shauna is jewish. it’s a very certain and specific vibe… i think both of her parents are, her bubby on her mom’s side came over just before WWII and her dad’s family has been in The Area since the early 20th century i’d think. she doesn’t really GAF about her own judaism but jackie thinks it’s soooooo cool. jackie pulled up to the shipman family seder once when they were smaller kids and was like WOWIE ZOWIE! that’s also because jackie loves shauna’s family so very much and they love her, LOL, so by proxy she loves anything jewish because it’s associated w that joy. i’ve actually written a fic about shauna’s bat mitzvah (she’s acutely miserable) i also have a fic in the works that’s shauna sitting shiva for jackie… YAAAAYYY MISERY! 🖤

because i tend to project i really want to say van is jewish… but in a distant way. i’m thinking there’s a paternal jew slay there, in that her dad was jewish but didn’t want to raise his kids jewish and after he died (i’d think when van was little but small enough to remember, like she was maybe 8) it was like. Well. and her mom is suuuuuper catholic so there’s not much space for her to explore it. she probably has a bunch of her dad’s old judaica but just has it sealed away in a box in the attic or something… honestly i don’t think (crash or no crash) van ever saw any sort of faith fitting into her life (or at least her life out of the Wilderness), much less judaism, so it’s just something she doesn’t do. vicky palmer gives me irish american vibes, but like Assimilated (like her family came over a Good amount of time ago) and van most likely did irish dancing as a kid much to her chagrin. poor girl!

i think nat’s dad is italian catholic but her mom is lowkey jewish. like nat’s maternal grandma was jewish but she died when nat was really little and her mom doesn’t talk about it and just won’t. something interesting about nat’s mom is that she’s very, like, submissive, and will just succumb to the circumstance and doesn’t really challenge things. because of this nat knows she’s locked off, she’s a sealed box, and won’t talk about anything regarding her parents to nat. it’s distant and a sore subject and nat doesn’t like to talk about it really either, especially because her mom doesn’t even talk to her own dad (nat’s grandpa) anymore. might be because of that might be because of Something Else. who knows!

but tl;dr i think miss shipman is Definitely a bonafide new jersey jew, with nat and van being Jew-ish but it’s not really something they can talk about or ask about further. i would love to write (or see!) a fic about the yellowjackets coming over for a passover seder at shauna’s house on the second night… i think it would be very fun & sweet & slay. as east coast girls it’s just improbable that None of them are jewish… and at the very least i hope we get shauna jewish confirmation… it’s so needed.

[allisonreader]

It's been a busy past four days. From going out of town for my brother's graduation, to watching a streamed funeral for the last of my mom's aunts, to driving a family friend to a different city and back home today. Well, I guess technically that's been over the course of five days. It's still a lot. Especially when a lot of it is dealing with higher level emotions/draining of the social battery.

For my mom the funeral was hard, not even so much for the fact that it was her last aunt who died, but it struck her in particular about the emphasis that was put on how much she loved her grandkids and great grandchildren. When my brothers and I NEVER had that. My mom's mom died when she was only 21 due to breast cancer, so none of us knew her. Though my mom knows that she would have doted on us. Her dad and her had a strained relationship and had pretty much moved out of province as soon as my grandmother had died. Though all things considered, he was a pretty decent Grandpa. He always made sure each of us got a card on our birthday and a card at Christmas. We usually saw him at least once a year whether it was at Christmas, him visiting us in the summer or later us visiting him in the summer. Even if it took us two days to get to where he was.

My dad's parents were closer, only a five hour drive instead of a two day one, but they barely grandparented. Grandma in particular didn't have much to do with us and didn't like mom. Grandpa was a little better, as he was slightly more active and intent on being a grandparent, but let's just say crying didn't happen at either of their funerals by my brother's or I. How do you mourn for people you barely knew? Any from us was more for what could have been or those who were closer to him.

The most grandmotherly figure that I had and knew was my cousin's grandmother. She died at the beginning of COVID, right around Easter time. Her death was the hardest out of them all. Even just writing this has me teared up completely because she truly was the closest person we had to a grandmother. And because she died during the peak of lockdowns I never got to go to a funeral or memorial for her like I always expected to. She felt like just as much as family to me as any of my other grandparents, but in a way more than that too. As she was almost always around when we went over to my Aunt and Uncle's. We saw her at Easter, we'd see her at Christmas. We got to enjoy her baking. She was truly such a loving and caring woman who was a social butterfly.

While you're reading this, you can't really see how many times I've stopped to have a cry about my surrogate grandmother. Which has been a few and she's been the only one that I've actually cried for, and she's not even technically my grandmother, but she sure took the place of one.

The thing is, she takes such an important place in my heart without even ever having given me a direct gift. Just being around her and her love was enough of a gift (and her baking).

The one time, when I was already an adult, I had to drive my mom to the city that my Aunt, Uncle, and grandmother figure lived for medical reasons. During that trip, I along with my cousin and her cousin (who for the longest time I thought was my cousin as well, just because I always saw her at my actual cousin's place) were invited to their grandmother's place for lunch. That was the first time I truly understood what going to grandma's house could be like. It was such a revelation to me, because I had never had such an experience like that one before. I felt so loved with these three people I had known all my life as I was encouraged to eat more than I could fit. So different from what little I could remember of my own grandmother who had died years before and showed preferential treatment to other cousins.

I can remember both the last hug with my grandmother figure and my paternal grandma. Both were long, but grandma's was long and awkward (at least to me, I haven't a clue how she felt, but we both knew it was likely her last hug.) . While grandmother figure's was long, slightly to the point of awkward, but filled with such love and care, knowing that while it might not be the last hug, it definitely could be. And I think it probably was. But oh I still love her so much and miss her. Which is why writing all of this up about her is making me cry.

I'm far off the point that I originally intended, which is not directly related to my grandmother figure, but due to the fact that beyond her, my brothers and I really didn't have a big grandparent influence on us. All of our great grandparents were long dead by the time us kids came around and my mom always hurt for us kids for what we didn't have in the way of missing grandparents. But as I told her yesterday, we didn't know any different. To us, distant grandparents was all we knew, and my brothers knew that even more than me. And when you don't know what you're missing, then it can't bother you. I really only started to learn about how active some grandparents were in their grandkids lives after I was an adult and started working. That's when I started to really realize what I had missed out on and became slightly jealous over the fact that others had such loving and caring grandparents. Now I'm kind of past that, as I know what kind of grandparents my parents will be when I hopefully have babies. They'll be the kind that I never had, except through my cousin's grandmother.

[voxceleste]

my maternal grandparents are moving out of their house rn (it was a rental but they've been living in it my whole life) and i feel some type of way about it considering that my paternal grandparents' home (that they built themselves in the 70s and i grew up next door to) burnt down last year and in both cases i didn't get a chance to do any like. last visits or chances to document these immensely emotionally meaningful childhood places before losing access to them... :^(

particularly b/c my extended family relationships by and large could not be said to be uncomplicated or "good" but i have so many memories of running around playing in those forests with my siblings and cousins because they were both rural properties in the woods... my paternal grandparents aren't selling the property (yet), they're living in the trailer i grew up in, but their house itself was very magical and unlike any other house i've been inside in my life... multistory eccentric log cabin full of hundreds of books and 40-year-old couches and walls covered in newspaper clippings and weird photos and souvenirs and figurines and stuff. lots of random animal skulls that were found around the neighborhood over the decades or while treeplanting, including a bear and cougar. the whole thing was like a weird art installation. and it's gone forever...

right after my dad died i was worried they were going to sell the property to cover debts and things so when i was back for the funeral i took some cursory photos of the place and i remember my grandma was all defensive like "are you taking pictures to show your friends [with the implication that it'd be to make fun of them/the house]?" and i've never forgotten that... truly iconic moment that sums up that entire side of the family... like what the fuck, you're all so cynical and defensive about your weirdo lifestyle you voluntarily chose to live, i'm trying to keep some kind of archive of one of the most beloved places in the world to me because my father who grew up here just died... HELLO

[lea-heartscxiv]

15 OC Questions!

I was tagged by @van-yangyin, thank you so much for tagging me!

Among so many sims that @van-yangyin and I have created, this time I'll choose Icaro D'Angelo from our "save" IcarRyu, since last time I chose one of our sims from our "save" JAKK. (Although it doesn't really go for separate saves since they coexist in the same savefile, but it's to understand me better).

My name is Icaro d'Angelo, nice to meet you or as they say in my place of origin: Piacere di conoscerti.

Well, let's start with the questions and see how I answer them.

1. Are you named after anyone?

My parents wanted to continue the tradition of naming their first child after my nonno (grandpa), since my uncle Luca skipped this tradition. But my paternal nonno (grandpa), Alessandro, had enough of that and said: Non più Alessandro [No more Alessandro!]

This anecdote is always told by mom, saying me: Your grandfather Alessandro shouted it in the hospital while he was visiting you for the first time.

Dad started thinking about my name, poor him, he thought had my name all figured out. Mom and grandparents (my paternal grandfather and my maternal grandfather) were talking and came up with three names, and at the end it was nonna (grandma) [my paternal grandmother] who gave my name, saying these words: Questo piccolo cherubino si chiamerà Icaro d'Angelo. [This little cherub will be called Icaro d'Angelo].

My father could not say anything, as he never disagreed with my grandparents, although he only wished that I wasn't stupid, as he said Icarus of Greek mythology was.

When I was 5 years old I asked my nonna (grandma) why she gave me that name and she told me: Perché dal momento in cui ti ho visto so che saresti stato curioso e saresti volato alto, ma con cautela. [Because from the moment I saw you I know you were going to be curious and fly high, but with caution].

Me: So it wasn't because you thought I was dumb?

She that day touched my head and said would talk very seriously with my father, in the afternoon I heard a few screams from nonna (grandma) and dad asking for forgiveness.

Also from that day on Dad never said anything to me again about the story of Icarus and how silly he was.

And that is the story of my name and who gave it to me.

Sorry maybe this doesn't interest you but I had to write it:

They say that there is a star called MACS J1149+2223 Lensed Star 1 that is more than nine billion light years away from Earth, that they nicknamed it with my name, well with the name of the mythological character in his honor and that has never been photographed, so I wonder: How do they know it exists if they haven't been able to photograph it?

I feel this, sometimes I write my own thoughts, something that not everyone likes, as they say that they are things that are not asked of me.

2. When was the last time you cried?

The last time I cried was when Orion my best friend and with whom I shared many getaways and outings, took her last trip to the stars.

I miss her licking and her soft fur, but I know that she's protecting me from her constellation, I know that wherever I go she can see me.

Since I was little she has always accompanied me, and we have always slept together, in winter it was a good blanket, in summer it was very hot but I relaxed sleeping with her, so I knew I wasn't alone in that big room.

3. Do you have any kids?

I don't have any kids, but as if I do since I have two little brothers and sometimes when my father goes for a week or two to work abroad and my mother accompanies him, I'm left in charge of them, I'm lucky that sometimes Ryuuya comes to help me, I haven't told you anything but Ryuuya is my best friend, my schoolmate, my neighbor and my boyfriend (it makes me tingle when I say that word).

When we go to college, Ryuuya and I will go to a house or apartment to live without our parents.

My parents and Ryuuya's parents are so called helicopter parents.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

I don't know what sarcasm is, rather I don't know how to use it and I don't understand it, I looked it up once on the internet, but I don't understand it.

I mean, why do people say those phrases if they really don't mean it but the opposite? Why can't they say it clearly?

This example I'm going to write is taken from the internet

Example, they don't want to be talked to because they say: Talk to the hand.

They couldn't say: I'm not interested in what you say, don't talk to me.

It's easier for Ryuuya and me to understand the latter than the former.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

The hands if are visible, but the lips because that's where I look when I talk to someone to look "normal"' and make them think I'm looking their eyes.

6. What's your eye color?

My eye color is normal in my family, although they say I have beautiful light blue eyes, lighter than my family's eyes.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies, I like scary movies a lot especially watching them with Ryuuya, it's a lot of fun because we start making theories and the things that the main characters should do to not be in that situation. Sometimes we also watch it with Marena who is my cousin, she likes the romance ones, but she doesn't like to watch them with us because she says we break the ending for her.

Besides, happy endings look very unrealistic, since it doesn't always end well outside of the movies.

8. Any special talents? Special talents? Talent?

My special talent? Mmmh… I really like astronomy and mythology, but I think my talents are photography and painting.

9. Where were you born?

I was born in Tartosa, where you can see beautiful stars, because there are never lights that break the peace of a starry sky. But where we live now, I have to wait for a blackout or go far away to the countryside to be able to see the constellations.

That's why every summer when there's camp, I like to sign up and drag Ryuuya and my cousin along with me.

By the way I now live in Evergreen Harvor, the only nice thing there is Ryuuya and my room.

Before I lived in a big house, with a big room, I'm not going to say I didn't like it but sometimes it was too big for me, the room I have now is cozier and more comfortable, the only thing I miss from the other one is the constellation sky that dad had made, following the constellation map I made for him, and the balcony I had in my room, where I could look from a small telescope I had, the stars.

Dad had the idea of saying that we were going to live in an apartment like the working class people lived in, and that's what we did.

Although I must say something, when Dad said the word move, I thought I was the one who was going to move to an apartment alone… but Dad and Mom said I was too young to live alone, and I gave them many good reasons why I should live alone, but they said no, and they got angry.

10. What are your hobbies?

My hobbies are Astronomy, Mythology, Photography and Music.

Astronomy I can only practice it when the weather and lights let me, but I can always talk and write about it.

Mythology I love, all kinds of mythology, not only Roman and Greek (although those two are my forte).

Photography is one thing I always do since I always carry my camera with me, the camera was a gift from nonna Celestine (my grandmother Celestine), she gave it to me when I turned 4 years old, and I haven't stopped taking pictures since that day.

I love music and yes, I'm a classic, I really like the Spanish guitar, I don't like the electric guitar, the Spanish guitar has a special melody, more natural and more beautiful, at least for me. By the way, we have a musical group.

11. Have any pets?

No, in the apartments we live in we aren't allowed to have pets, but when Ryuuya and I go to live in a place where we' a're surrounded by countryside I will have many dogs and a cat…. well two, with Ryuuya, I think he's the reincarnation of a cat. My nonna Celestine has a very nice and quiet cat, maybe too quiet. She also has a dog just like Orion, and that's because he's one of Orion's children, since she was mom and grandma.

I used to have Orion as I said above, she was my best friend and only friend, since I used to do home school, but I'll explain that another day, assuming you are interested of course.

Sorry, I'll continue with Orion. She was an Australian Shepherd, for me was the most beautiful of all, was smart, learned things very fast, and my mother told me that since I was born and we went home, she never left my side for a moment, I must also say that she liked to run a lot and when I went jogging Orion went out with me, some nights we would escape and we would both go to see the constellations or the full moon that looked beautiful from the beach of Tartosa.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I have 3 favorite sports but none of them are played at school, during the summer surfing, during the winter snowboarding and all year round skateboarding.

Yes, as you can see all 3 sports are board sports, I don't like anything to do with balls, not even ping pong balls.

13. How tall are you?

My height is 185 cm/6' 1".

14. Favorite subject in school?

If there was astronomy it would be that one, but since it doesn't exist, I would say Art and Music.

15. Dream Job?

My dream job would be to be an astronaut but I don't want to be away from Ryuuya and I want to have a dog, and in space for now you can't have them.

So my second dream job is to be a private investigator, so I could be close to Ryuuya and have a dog to be my work and adventure partner.

My parents want me to work in whatever motivates me, except for what my uncle Luca works in, I don't know what he works in but my father says he is involved in weird business.

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I am shy and a disaster to communicate with people, I will leave a notice that NOBODY is forced to do it, do it only if you feel like doing it, clarified that, I will tag: @simsfurr ,@mocham-sims ,@simsjerry , @freedomending(Hi, nice to meet you. As Van said you can do it about any of your system members if you want, if it doesn't make you uncomfortable of course, if it's rude then please ignore my tag 🙇💦), @kyou-sims4, @fuku0330, @bnt0,

Also anyone who wants to do so and is not tagged.

What I would like is that you tag me to know more about your OCs.

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it's unique among the people I know - I'm a dual citizen. Canadian-American. My paternal grandma was Canadian and so my Dad got citizenship through her and me through him.

I unironically love trashy movies and shows like yes they're awful but they scratch an itch inside me.

my favourite horror movies are all the black and white old universal monster movies

I'm really interested in the history of sex work

I've never had a pet of my own but I pet-sit and house-sit for lots of people and I love it. easy money and I love the animals.

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talking with grandma

i'm very lucky to have my grandma. She is my maternal grandmother, and we talk on the phone every two weeks. I call her when I go for a walk because I like her company. I ask her questions about her life, she is exactly 60 years and 12 days older than me. We are both Geminis with emerald birth stones, and when she passes her favorite emerald ring will go to me.

My grandmother is a very intelligent woman. She was married at 19 and had two kids within a few years. She has been widowed since I was five years old, and is a testament to the resilience of women. I don't remember my grandfather well, but she speaks of him so fondly, and he seemed to match her intellect so well. I only hope to find something like that some day.

While walking the other day, the subject turned (as it does often) to my dad (her son-in-law), and how I wish that he would heal from his trauma and let go of grudges. We talk about this often, because no on else in my family will listen when it comes to the issues my dad has.

Eventually, my grandmother says "it always astounded me how you could find a way to be out of the way whenever we needed you to be". She recalled the time my brother and I were rough housing and he fell onto our our chair in the living room, one with an old large nail sticking out, and cut his leg. My brother is autistic, and this was the first time he was going to need stitches, so my grandma took us to the emergency room and called my parents. She says I walked right over to the little coloring table full of kids and colored quietly in the corner.

Before my grandpa passed, he had had a stroke about 7 years prior, and so he struggled with mobility. Well one day he fell and it was pretty serious, but my grandma had to pick me up from daycare, and when we met the nurse back at her house, I walked to the kitchen, sat down, and started coloring.

She said "you were always so mature for your age". "you always knew, at a scarily young age, how to make things easier for other people".

In case you were wondering, I'm in graduate school to be a therapist.

"You were always a fixer", my dad explained to me weeks ago on a phone call when talking about me in high school.

Both of these phone calls make me sad. Because for years I was like that, and I think it made me angry and upset. I think my brother struggled with autism, and while he needed the attention and rightfully so, I felt like I had to be perfect just to make things easier for my parents. I don't want them to worry about me, because I had to go it alone for a majority of the life.

This was true when three close family members died within three years. This was true when my dad and his niece were not on speaking terms due to conditions of my paternal grandmother's will. This was true when I was depressed and had no friends.

I kept to myself because I didn't want to be the reason to cause any problems.

This was also true when I started having suicidal ideation. This was also true when I started cutting myself with a little shard of glass in seventh grade that I kept hidden in my window after a picture frame fell off my bookshelf.

My parents have no idea that these things were occurring. As far as they were concerned, I did well in school, I got good grades, I was a really good athlete, and I didn't get in trouble (unless you count refusing to eat my vegetables).

Finally in eighth grade, the mental illness was taking a toll on 13 year old me's body, and I was tired all the time. "Lethargy" they called it. I couldn't run for long periods of time, and my gym teachers noted that I struggled to have the energy to complete the daily warmups, which was strange for me since I was an athlete and played multiple sports at the time.

So, my parents took me to the doctor, and they ran a blood test. They suspected low iron, and that was unfounded. There was no issues with my thyroid despite the expansive family history of women who struggle with hypothyroidism. There was no explanation for my lethargy. So it stopped there.

No one asked how I was doing mentally (hint: not fine).

No one asked how I was handling the deaths of my aunt, then my beloved grandmother's dog, then both of my paternal grandparents (hint: also not fine).

No one asked me how my family was doing. With my dad's rage and both of my older brother's seclusion (hint: really not fine).

It's hard now as an adult to look over that and think "why did no one look out for me". "why did nobody think that I was worthy of attention and checking-in on?".

No wonder I became a fixer.

No wonder I'm a therapist.

[min3nc]

interesting facts about my family:

the matriarch, my grandpa’s mother, was a prostitute named Empress (Emperatriz) not a stage name. that’s her actual name. it’s a cool ass name btw.

we’re, as some DNA test my brother did some time ago out of curiosity say, related to Chile’s conqueror Pedro de Valdivia.

my grandpa once got a call from argentina, and i was close enough to hear (plus his phone was really loud lol) how some dude said “Mr Santander? Yes, I’ve called you to tell you that you’re my brother on (their father side).”. My grandpa went “ah, am too old to do this shit again.” and hung up. he already did it with two of his brothers btw, some guys he met and the 3 of them went “yooo we all look the same! we pass off as brothers hahaha! crazy!” before they realized that they had the same mother.

my cousin was the second case in chile for aneurysm in children. my aunt was the first recorded aneurysm case in her town. my cousin’s daughter has an aneurysm lodged in her spine and is the only case in chile to have that condition. my dad’s ex wife once was, very rudely, joking about how our family seems to bring aneurysms to people. she had one a few years later.

all of the women in our family have almost been nuns. I don’t know why we never committed. I just know that none of us ever finish the communal studies. my middle brother was also almost a pastor but also didnt end up committing and also almost got kicked out of his school because he wrote “Nun (name) likes ‘em veiny.”. we’re all agnostic btw.

my older brother ended up marrying a woman whose parents were my grandparent’s best friends when they were teens. they even have pictures together! the interesting thing is that this isn’t the first time it’s happened, as my mom and dad got married and only then did my grandparents realize they ALL knew each other, and both my grandpa’s had actually known one another for years, bc they had founded a fire station together, and my paternal grandpa has a pic of him holding my mom!

my mom has had many boyfriends and lovers who are rich, famous and important. she still married my dad, for some reason. One of his boyfriends went to become a SENATOR, another a Succesfull ATHLETE, and another one’s an actor. my dad sometimes can’t breathe in his sleep. my mom is still madly in love with him even though they’re divorced and have been divorced for almost 20 years.

my brother once escaped our house to go “adventuring” and ended up in Bolivia. no one knew where he was until he crashed into my dad and his ex-wife; or, at the time, his side-chick. awkward

anyways. why did i feel the need to write all of these? idk. i was simply talking with my grandma and we had a laugh over these. have fun.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

128 of 2024

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Soda: vanilla Coke, but since I can't consume caffeine, then Fanta. Food: waterzooi, rice with veggies, Polish bigos, cabbage rolls. Video Game: none. Board Game: none. Phone App: any photoediting app. Website: priyom.org and sigidwiki.com. Letter: J. Number: 16. Time Of Day: morning. Color: black, green, purple. Day: Friday. Month: from April to September. Season: spring and summer. Store: Delhaize. Fast Food Place: McDonald's. Movie Genre: none. Music Genre: djent, prog metal, sludge, post metal, hip hop, aggrotech, 80s synthpop, futurepop. Book Genre: young adult. Yes I know. Pair of shoes: my black high top canvas sneakers from Fila. Brand: Bershka, Pull & Bear, H&M, Cropp, House. Boy name: Joris, Damian, Adrian. Girl name: Laura, Monica, Sylvia. Sibling: my sister as I have only her :P Animal: cat, cheetah, elephant, rabbit. Body of water: the sea. Planet: Saturn. Game show: none. Tv show: Ranczo, Swiat Wedlug Kiepskich, Allo Allo, Keeping Up Appearances, Poldark. Flower: tulip and iris. Occupation: electrician lol. And anything to do with trains. Train drivers, train conductors, railway maintenance staff. Hobby: trainspotting, photography, signal identification. Cartoon: Shaun the Sheep. none. Card Game: none. Cookie: chocolate cookie. Smell: vanilla, cinnamon, lemon, sea air, and the air after rain. Flavor: cherry. Emotion: happiness. I also like dark things, but I'm not depressed. Kind of cake: European cheesecake. Vegetable: cauliflower, broccoli, bell pepper, leek, onion, garlic, carrot, beans, green peas. Fruit: sour cherry, strawberry, green grape, tangerine. Seafood: no, thanks. Family member: my dad and my sister, and my late paternal grandma. Friend: my husband. Text smiley: :D Word: alsjeblieft. Quote: none in particular. Gender: I'm definitely into guys. Hair color: light blonde, copper red, black. Eye color: green and blue. Time of day: morning. Clothes to wear: hoodies, platform boots, wide leg pants. Chore: dishes and laundry. Alcohol to drink: white wine, apple cider, kriek beer. Actor: none. Actress: none. Feeling: calmness. Fabric: satin, cotton, silk. Pattern: horizontal stripes. Holiday: Christmas.