#let's provide free daycare

[alexisinnocent]

there are many reasons why i hate the phrase terminally online, but the way it has allowed people to kill their critical thinking skills when confronted with something even slightly thought provoking is absolutely one of them.

like does it seem a bit like a "stretch" to imply that saying "people who can't afford kids shouldn't have them" is eugenics. however, with just a little bit of thought it's obvious.

who has the least amount of money in society? poc. disabled people. oh well look. it seems like you've come back around to creating a very similar world to the people who create eugenics.

like it's free to think.

[yanderenightmare]

TW: yandere, noncon/dubcon, angst, unwanted pregnancy, blackmail, ish-baby trapping

PART ONE only avaliable on AO3 due to Tumblr restrictions

fem reader

You went cold and forgot how to breathe.

When you got to the kindergarten, they told you his father had already come and collected him early. All looking at you as though you were crazy, assaulting the daycare workers with your hands in a bruising grip, shaking her by her shoulders—demanding she tell you where he took him. 

She spilled the name of some family restaurant down the road and said he’d wanted you to join them there. The poor thing was on the verge of tears when you let go.

Rushing out, you all but ran down the streets before pushing yourself through the doors—cold-sweating and swivel-eyed—in a panic, scanning faces with his name coming out weak under your breath. 

With your vision spinning, you felt faint before you heard it.

“Mommy! Mommy! You’re here! Look! I’m King of the castle!” he shouted, and your peeled eyes snapped to see him up high in a bright red plastic tower.

But before your shoes could hit the soft foam of the playground, you were intercepted by something larger.

“He’s fine,” he said under his breath, catching and stopping you in your beeline, holding you by the waist. “I need to talk to you.”

Something old and instinctive didn’t bother paying him heed—as if forgetting how to speak, you just ignored him in favor of pushing past him, eyes glued to the sight of your son blissfully unaware, playing with other kids with an oblivious smile on his face. But his grip was stronger than your instincts, firm enough to keep you still but not enough to hurt you, even when you tried twisting yourself free.

“Come on,” he urged.

You were about to sneer something, finally looking at his face—that face you hated—but the bark of curse words got held back.

“Look around you. Let’s not cause a scene.” The wild animal within went silent while your eyes flickered around at the surrounding picnic tables where families were having their dinner. “We can talk outside. My assistant will look after him.”

You didn’t feel much inclined to listen, but still, even though it made you hate to fold on his behest—reluctantly, you accepted the sense of what he was saying. Looking back at your son still laughing up in his tower with cinched brows. You didn’t want to scare him when he didn’t know what was going on, even though you felt the need to scream at the very top of your lungs.

You allowed him to lead you outside, but as soon as the fresh air welcomed your rigid state, you were at once whipping around and pushing him away. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” snarling at him. “How fucking dare you?!”

“Calm down. He might still see us,” he hushed, hands raised in halfhearted surrender, casting a nod to the glass walls separating you from the frivolity inside. “Let’s just talk rationally.”

“Rationally?!” you scoffed in a shout, eyes still manic. “You fucking kidnapped my son, you psycho-”

“You wouldn’t answer my texts or calls,” he snubbed. “He’s my son too-”

“Fuck you,” you interrupted to return the favor. “If you fuck with me on this, I swear I’ll ruin you.” You had a finger raised at him, breathing furiously—looking down-right mad—sweaty and disheveled from your run with your face twisted with such a state of frenzy. “I’ll tell everyone how I got him in the first place!”

Despite the threat, he didn’t seem all that fazed. 

“Think about it…” he said calmly, much in contrast to you. “Who do you think people will believe? A teenage mom abusing her son for a paycheck or his estranged father wanting to provide for him?”

You blanched, and before anything else made it out—whether it be more rage or something else, he was already further silencing you.

“Not to mention… the trial would be gruesome, and Junior would have to grow up with it always hanging over his head—is that really what you want?”

You look at him, and you still can't believe it. How could it have turned out like this? You’d been perfect only a month ago before he’d shown up at your apartment.

You thought you’d sent him on his way for good that day, but only now did you realize he had no plans to leave you alone.

“Come, let’s talk in the car. It’s cold, and you’re not dressed,” he ushered, taking your arm again where you stood, stunned and still, trying to wrap your head around his threats. Letting yourself be led into the black vehicle standing perfectly parked in its neat white rectangle.

You both got in the back with enough room to battle your homey sofa nook at home.

“I don’t want this to get ugly,” he started anew—his voice still so irritatingly calm, unfairly so. “I just want to see my son-”

“He’s not yours,” you croaked, feeling the situation slip from your fingers—battling a drumming heart, shifty breaths, and the mean sting of tears welling up in your eyes.

“If you try and keep him from me, I’ll sue for full custody. And given I’m the only one out of us who isn’t a pro-bono case and the only one with any future that isn’t managing a register, I’d say I have a pretty fair shot at winning.”

You can’t keep from bursting out crying then, overwhelmed by the fear of losing the only thing that mattered and the pure disgust of the man who’d given it to you. It felt like everything was tearing—your whole life—crumbling before your eyes.

“Don’t cry,” he soothed, his hand coming to drape your hunched shoulders where you held your tears. “I don’t want to take him away from you…” His attempt did little to comfort you, but the next words had your heart grasping for what little hope they offered. “And I’m not going to either.”

You looked at him through the hurt of swollen eyes, tears still falling while he wiped them away with the course pad of his thumb—rubbing your cheek affectionately. In any other circumstance, you’d surely slap him, but right now, all you could do was listen.

“I’m buying a house,” he revealed, still holding your cheek and gaze. “Fit for a family. Safe neighborhood, good school district, giant backyard.” The list went over your head—it was all too surreal to register. You couldn’t even fathom what he was getting at until, “I want the two of you to come live there with me.”

Stunned, you remained completely silent until the tears dried, and he let go of your face. 

“You don’t have to say anything right now.” He reaches across you and fetches the seatbelt before coming back over you to click it in place. “I’ll go get Junior and drive you home. Just stay here.”

You do as suggested and stay seated as he pops his door open and leaves—feeling all but cemented in place as your thoughts go tumbling around and around as if caught in a rip curl. When Junior jumps in beside you, a farfetched smile is all you can offer. Thankfully, he’s so enamored by a toy he’d gotten to notice much of your state.

When your door opens again, you’re led out and onto your neighborhood street. The fresh air does little to clear your mind. Feeling all but feverish as you hold Junior's small hand in yours while the man of your nightmares smiles all too fondly at the two of you.

“I’ll come pick you up after your shift on Monday.,” he says decidedly—cheerfully as he ruffles Junior’s hair enough to make him giggle. “Bring the rascal with you, and he can pick his room first.”

You weren’t planning on staying. You were never planning on staying—certain you would leave the second the opportunity to skip town arose—you just need to scramble the money together first. 

But the house was huge… nothing you could ever dream of, and while it made you desperate with grief, you couldn’t deny it either… Junior really loved having a dad.

It nearly brought sick to your throat to call him that. It was a shot through the heart every time you heard Junior’s boyish call, squealing with giggles, saying “Daddy, daddy, daddy-”

None of it seemed right to you. Seeing his bright smile, now at the age where a new tooth fell out every other week—looking so goofy as he proudly shows the two of you the new one he’d just knocked out playing soccer at school. “Mommy, Daddy, look!”

What’s worse is that you can't even deny how good the man you hate is at it all—spoiling him with gifts and making him laugh—giving piggyback ride after air-plane flight after tickle-fight and a game of tag and hide’n’seek. 

And it’s not just the easy stuff. He’s good at the shit that used to make you go crazy—putting him to bed, getting him dressed, making him eat the right stuff, and not just scuffle down candy. It’s as if the two of them have developed a secret language you’re not a part of. If Junior weren’t a toddler, you’d even suspect he’d been bribed and told to do his best to make you lose your mind. But no, it’s just reality.

The man you live with drives and picks your son up from school as if he’d done it since he was born, goes with you to meet the teacher if and when he gets into trouble and helps the two of you pick out the right shoes—shoes that you can now afford, thanks to him.

“I thought I might sleep in the master bedroom tonight.” He says, leaning against the frame in the doorway.

You’d been living there a month now. He’d been generous enough to sleep in the guest room up until now.

You don’t know how to deny him. It feels as if anything you might say would just be ignored or threatened until you eventually took it back. You didn’t want him in your bed—you didn’t want him in the same house—in fact, preferably, you’d want him to be six feet deep in the dirt.

You end up not answering. But he’s used to that by now. 

“I get it…” he says, taking steps into the room you’d wrongfully thought was your safe space. “You don’t trust me.” He sits down at the edge of the bed and reaches out across the sheets. You’re too late to pull your feet to yourself before he has one in his hand. He doesn’t do much but stroke it. “But you can.”

The sincerity in his eyes makes you want to gouge them out. It’s all been some cruel joke ever since you moved in—all the pleasantries and presents, as if trying to distract you from the past. Your wardrobe is chockfull of it, and so is Junior’s room—filled to the brim with lies.

“I’m never gon’ hurt you.” Another lie. “I did you wrong once, and I’ll spend the rest of my life makin’ up for it.” 

You want to shake your head, laugh in his face—anything to reject it. But you’re terrified of what he might do if you didn’t play along. The threat of losing Junior is enough to make you cooperative.

“I know I’ve not been fair—pushin’ you into all of this so fast.” He gets down on his knees on the floor as if praying, right down beside you. “I took advantage of a vulnerable situation ‘cause I’m an impatient asshole—but I promise you—” He takes your hand in both of his. “If you give me the chance, I’m gon’ make our lives together like somethin’ outa’ a fuckin’ fairytale—all that happily ever after shit and more, just like you always wanted.”

The kiss he presses upon your knuckles beckons goosebumps to rise all across you. All his words feel like a bad script read by an even worse actor—in fact, this whole thing feels like a prank. And still, it doesn’t surprise you—he’s been laughing at you ever since you were children.

And now, laughing still, only with a fucking ringbox in his hand.

“I want Junior to see us as a united front. I don’t want him askin’ question why we ain’t sleepin’ in the same bed, why we fight behind locked doors, why you cry in the bathroom.” 

He pops the black velvet lid and reveals something so outrages it almost looks tacky lying there in a plush bed of red silk.

“I want us to be happy.” He picks the little thing out and holds it up between his thumb and index, still holding your hand in the other. “I want us to be real.” You can almost see your life flash before your eyes as it threatens your ring finger. “Let’s make us real.”

You don’t say anything as he eases the tiny hoop on, sliding it all the way back until it sits snugly right at your knuckle—dazzling in the dark. A tiny tear slips down your cheek—equally dazzling.

He played some with the digit—a smile on his face. 

“Looks good on you, Mrs.” As he calls you by his last name you almost shake the ring off as if it burned to wear, but it all gets lost when he rushes forward and locks his lips with yours.

You yelp against his mouth, kept from turning away by the large hand holding your jaw, threatening to seize your throat and squeeze. You remember how it had felt. You don’t want more of a reminder, so you intercept his tongue with yours before he forced it down your throat.

He groans at the warm welcome, and your entire body shudders in memory.

You hadn’t let anyone touch you since that time five years ago. It had left a poor taste in your mouth, and the hunger for it had never come back.

You choke it down now as he climbs on top. 

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Dabi, Hawks ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, Naoya, Toji

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[vivwritesfics]

Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Eighteen - School Is Scary

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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Single Dad!Daniel x Single Mum!Reader

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When Y/N got back from her date with Daniel, Milo was already asleep. "Thank you so much, Mol," she said as she fished her purse from her bag.

Mollie thanked her and took her leave. As she did, Daniel walked into the house. He loved the house. It was small and cute and oh so her.

She took his hand and pulled him up the stairs. Daniel couldn't stop grinning as he followed her into one of the few rooms at the top of the stairs. There was a faint glow coming from beneath Milo's door, which was completely shut, but they pushed on to the bedroom.

She switched the light on and let Daniel into her bedroom. "It's not huge, I know, but I promise it's comfortable," she said and Daniel shrugged off his jacket.

"It's perfect," he said, hanging it over the back of the chair in the corner of the room. "The size just means I'll have to hold you closer," he said and pulled off his tie.

She couldn't help but smile as she looked down at her feet. "Corny," she mumbled, but that smile on her face was undeniable. She quickly got changed out of her dress and into a pair of cosy pyjamas. "I'm going to go and check on Milo. Feel free to make yourself comfortable," she said and walked out of the room.

Daniel did just that. He stripped himself down to his boxers and took a look around the room. There were pictures up on the walls, one of baby Milo, crawling on all fours towards the camera. He had a smile on his face as he crawled through the grass.

The next picture was of the cat, Poppy if Daniel remembered rightly. He looked from picture to picture. There were no pictures of her ex, but that was understandable. But there were no pictures of her family, either. Daniel found that a little strange, but he didn't question it.

Soon Y/N returned to the bedroom just in time to see Daniel climbing into bed. He held the blanket out and she yawned before climbing under the covers with him.

Immediately, Daniel wrapped his arms around her. His nose was pressed against her neck and he let out a content breath. "This is so cosy," he said and she nodded her head, lifting his hand to her lips and pressing a kiss against his skin.

"Goodnight, Danny," she whispered, gripping his fingers.

"Goodnight," Daniel whispered and kissed the back of her neck.

They woke up like that, still holding each other. The sun had only just risen and the both of them were incredibly tired. There was a satisfying ache between her thighs as she got up. "Breakfast?" She offered, taking Daniels hands and pulling him up from the bed.

As soon as he was standing, his arms were wrapped around her and he kissed the top of her head. "I should probably get going before Milo wakes up," he muttered.

She gave him a pout, but she understood. Daniel was giving her a chance to tell Milo before they surprised him like this.

While he got dressed, she watched him. Watched the way he moved, how he covered up his tattoos with his clothes. As Daniel pulled on his shoes, Poppy the cat pushed open the bedroom door and made herself comfortable on the bed, in the space Daniel had left warm for her.

As soon as Daniel was dressed, she grabbed a hold of the tie around his neck and pulled him towards her. She pressed a kiss to his lips and Daniel wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

"I have to go," he whispered, his forehead against hers.

Nodding her head she pulled away. "Come on," she whispered and laced her fingers through hers. They crept along the short hallway, past Milo's room and down the stairs. Carefully, Y/N pulled open the front door and stepped aside to let Daniel outside.

Just outside if the front door he stopped and turned back to her. His hands cradled her face and he kissed her again. He'd never stop, if he had the choice.

But he pulled away slowly. "I'll see you soon," he said and pecked her lips once more.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Daniel walked away from the house. She couldn't look away, not until he was out of view. Even then, she could barely pull herself inside.

It was only when there was a noise from upstairs, creaking floorboards and a squeaky door, that she closed the front door and turned around. Y/N walked up the stairs, always looking through the banister at Milo's door. "Munchkin, are you awake?" She called as she walked up the stairs.

Milo didn't walk out of his own bedroom. He walked out of his mothers bedroom, clutching Rexy in his hands. He rubbed at his eyes and walked towards her, letting out a little yawn.

"Should we go have some breakfast?" She suggested as she crouched down to his height.

Milo nodded his head and the two of them headed down the stairs. He sat in his usual seat at the kitchen table and sat Rexy in the seat beside him. "How about some pancakes?" She asked, pulling the ingredients out of the cupboard.

Again, Milo nodded. It wasn't lost on his mother just how quiet she was being. But she played music, singing along as she mixed the pancake batter and poured it into little circles in her pan. She flipped them until they were golden on both sides, plated them up, poured on the syrup and placed them in front of Milo.

She grabbed her own pancakes and sat opposite him. "Was Mollie fun last night?" She asked him. Milo nodded his head. He didn't use his knife and fork to cut his pancake, instead grabbing it with both hands and ripping off little chunks.

"Munchkin," she said, putting down her own knife and fork. "Is everything okay?"

"Mollie said school is scary."

They were the first words Milo had said all morning. Mollie said school is scary. Shit, she hadn't expected Mollie to say anything to Milo about school. In just a few months he'd be starting his first year at school. No more daycare, he'd be going into education.

She'd wanted to send him to the same school as Olivia, but she and Daniel hadn't been that close when she was looking at school. No doubt Olivia would be going to one of the best schools Daniel could find, but Y/N couldn't afford that for Milo. She had to send him to what was closest.

She didn't know what Mollie, Mollie who was still in high school, had said to Milo, but it was clear it had terrified him. But she couldn't blame Mollie, she didn't know what she was doing.

Y/N pushed her chair back and walked around the table, joining Milo at his side. "Munchkin," she said as she got down to his level. "I promise you, you don't need to worry about school. It'll be different and unfamiliar, but everybody around you will be thinking the same thing. It will be new for everyone and you have nothing to be worried about."

He sniffed but nodded his head. "I guess," He mumbled, picking up the next pancake. "Do you think Olivia will be in my class?"

She sat there still for a moment. It was something she was going to speak to Daniel about, but she didn't know how to bring it up. "Maybe," she said and stood up straight, ruffling his hair before she returned to her seat.

***

Daniel picked Olivia up from daycare on Tuesday. It was his week to have her, but he was jetting off to the last grand prix before the summer break. He and his ex had come to an agreement. He'd get Olivia for tonight, would get to say goodbye to her before he set off.

I know what you guys are thinking, why isn't Olivia staying with her grandparents, or even Y/N? There were better people she could stay with than her mother while she was supposed to be with her father. But as soon as summer break hit, Daniel got Olivia for two weeks. He was taking her to their house in Monaco, and then to Texas. He got Olivia for two weeks, so her mother got her for two weeks before.

Y/N picked Milo up from daycare on Tuesday. Neither of them had told the kids yet. Tonight, they had texted each other. They were going to tell Milo and Olivia that night.

They stood together outside of the daycare, waiting for the kids like they always did. "Come with us to Monaco and Texas," he said. He wouldn't hold her, not until they had told the kids.

"Danny, I can't," she whispered, shaking her head. "I can't get the time off."

"Just Monaco, then."

She looked at him, looked at the way he was looking at her, and nodded her head. "Just Monaco."

Perfect, Daniel could live with that. Actually, he was incredibly happy with that. He didn't kiss her. As much as he wanted to, he didn't kiss her. Not until they told the kids.

When Milo and Olivia came running out of daycare, Daniel and Y/N resisted the urge to step away from each other. "Great news, badger," said Daniel as Olivia came running towards him. She slipped off her bag and handed it to her father. "Y/N and Milo are gonna join us in Monaco."

Olivia gasped, her eyes lighting up. She immediately turned her attention to Milo. "Really? You're coming to Monaco with us?" She asked, unable to hide her smile.

Milo looked at her mother. "Yeah, munchkin," she said and took his bag. "We're going to Monaco."

Suddenly Olivia grabbed Milo's hands. "We're going to Monaco!" She cried as they both jumped up and down.

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[waklman]

Fake it

Chapter One: Kiss me

synopsis: a pair of best friends, one apartment, and one fake dating ploy to get jake’s ex girlfriend back, will end well right? wrong.

pairing: jake seresin x female reader.

warnings: no use of y/n, brief mention of vomit, sexual innuendo/joking, jake and reader are both 20. this blog is 18+

word count: 4.2k

college au, fake dating trope, roommate trope

next chapter | fake it masterlist.

Jake Seresin doesn’t get nervous. In fact, he can’t even grasp the concept. 

He was the kind of guy who flirted with the nearly divorced waitresses at diners while their husbands waited on them. Sure, those men looked like they wanted to rip his head clean off his shoulders, but Jake didn’t care—he just plucked the free milkshake he scored for you from their hands, with a smile on his face. Jake Seresin doesn’t get nervous.

But for some reason, as he stands outside your bedroom door—Jake’s starting to understand that apprehensive feeling you complain about so much. Right now, Jake Seresin is getting nervous. He’s even sweating a bit. 

Jake knocks on the door, lightly, just enough to stir you. “Princess?” There’s no answer from the other side, not a creaking of the bed, not a groan, nothing.

He clears his throat. “You busy? Can I come in?” It’s like Jake’s outside his parent’s bedroom again, unsure if they’re awake for his incoming request—with vomit dribbling down his chin and smeared across the front of his fire truck pajamas. 

“No. I’m busy flicking the bean in here,” your sarcastic reply is muffled by your thick comforter, but Jake catches it.

It’s quiet for a minute, prompting you to pop your head out from under the sheets. You stare at the closed door, confused by his silence. 

“I…Are you actually?” 

“What? No Jake! I…I wouldn’t do that when you’re home,” you mumble that last part to yourself.

Jake lets himself in at the confirmation, swinging the door open with a shrug. “That’s a bummer, cause I do when you’re around.” 

“I—That better be a joke,” you scoff, scooting over in bed, ignoring the heat blooming on your face. 

Jake throws himself onto the space you made for him, extracting a pillow from under your leg to cushion his head. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head. I haven’t gotten the chance to, since we just moved in,” he turns to you in bed with a shameless grin plastered on his face. 

You only flip on your side in response—forcing him to look at the back of your head. “You’re dirty,” you comment, pursing your lips. 

“Not your type? Cause you like those nerdy vanilla guys—ain’t that right,” Jake drawls, poking your spine.

You move further away from him, but he only chases right after you, shrinking the gap between you two. “They’re nice to me,” you defend yourself.

“I’m nice to you,” he challenges. Jake wonders if that stirred you. It was easy to get you flustered—and so, he took every chance to tease you. That was a harmless habit he could never grow out of.

You pause, searching for a way to flip it on him. But you draw a blank, there’s only so much you can come up with. 

“Sure,” you drag out the word.

There’s only a brief moment of silence, after your dismissive comment—but it's long enough for your eyes lids to grow heavy again. 

Jake puffs out a short laugh, seeing how stiff you are already.

Though you ardently denied any mention of it, you were always the first kid at daycare who waddled towards the line of tiny cots once naptime was announced, entirely ready to hit the sack. And obviously, Jake shoved the other kids out of the way to claim the cot next to yours. It was no question who his best friend was. 

He presses the side of his face deeper into your pillow, taking in the warmth provided by your sheets.

“Why is your bed always comfier than mine,” he sighs, rubbing a calloused hand against your back, creasing your sleep shirt into small folds. 

Maybe you won’t get mad at him for his next question if you’re barely conscious, he convinces himself. You shrug, too tranquilized by his soft strokes to remind him that you two bought the same mattress this time. 

Jake takes his time, building up courage while he runs his hand between your shoulder blades contemplatively. 

Worried that you’re about to finally drift off—Jake bites the bullet, blurting out his question. 

“Would you date me?” 

It’s like the world comes to a screeching halt. Jake didn't say that, you’re imagining things. This isn’t happening.  

Assuming you didn’t hear him, Jake decides to repeat himself. “Would you date m—”

Your body jerks at the recurring question, forcing Jake to recoil as well. This must be a dream. You’re stuck in some awfully realistic dream. A sick dream where your best friend is asking you out.

Panic shoots through his veins, seeing you start to slip off the side of the bed in your frenzy. In an instant, Jake pulls you towards him, grabbing you by the forearm—before you could fall onto the wooden floor with a thud. 

Once your back hits his chest, you scramble to sit up, pulling away from him. 

Jake’s already sat up once you are, palm pressed against his racing heart. “Shit—you scared me! Don’t do that—Fuck,” he scolds, trying to catch his breath. 

Your fingers scrunch the bedsheets under you, flustered. “I scared you? You scared me! What kind of question is that?” you ramble, voice pitched in embarrassment. 

Instead of arguing back, Jake’s mouth stretches into an amused smirk. His wet tongue swipes over his lips, making them glisten against the sun shining through your shutters. “You didn’t say no,” he points out, eyeing you up and down.

You pause, blinking at him incessantly. 

“If—If you wanted me to just wake up, you shouldn’t have rubbed my back. You know that tips me over!” You deflect in a shout, crossing your arms against your chest. 

“Hey, don’t shut me out,” he teases, tugging once at your arms, getting you to drop them into your lap. Great. He actually paid attention to the body language chapter in psychology 1001. 

“Don’t joke like that Jacob. It’s not funny,” you look off to the side, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling brewing in your stomach.

You knew he wasn’t being serious. It was obvious to everyone that he was still hung up on his ex-girlfriend, Kendall Anderson. But who could blame him? The whole campus knew who she was, even professors that she didn’t even take knew who Kendall was. Other schools in the area knew of her for crying out loud. An unforgettable face, friends that could last her a lifetime, and an effortless air about her—of course Jake can’t let her go. She might as well be factory made to fit his type to a tea.

And even if he wasn’t over her, Jake would never ask you that question, and mean it—like truly mean it. You’ve seen him brush off others extensively, when they joked about him having a crush on you.

And if you were being honest, it stung, just a bit. You had always been too deep in your own head about someone like Jake Seresin being your best friend in the first place. You didn’t need any kind of awful reminder that someone in his radar couldn’t even consider dating you. 

Jake's suddenly hit with guilt, picking up on your fallen expression. “Fuck. I’m sorry, Princess,” he apologizes.

You still won’t look at him, making Jake feel worse. “I won’t joke like that again,” he promises you, lifting himself to sit closer to you, knees brushing up against yours. 

“It’s not funny, and I won’t do it again. That was a dick move,” he confirms intently. 

“Yeah, it was,” you whisper, chewing on your bottom lip.

“I was a dick,” he professes. 

You nod, wordlessly forgiving him. “You were a dick,” you repeat after him. 

After a brief pause, you bravely turn your cheek to face him again, brows puckered together. “..Honestly though, why did you ask me that?” Jake’s never been the type to say anything to muddle your friendship, not if there’s a reason behind it. 

He swipes a hand over his mouth, remembering why he came into your room in the first place. “Kendall,” he pauses. “She has a new boyfriend.”

You grimace at the news.

Their breakup was so fresh, how did she find someone new already? Unless, it’s not someone new at all. “..Is it that older guy she met over the summer? What’s his face…Austin?” You’re shooting in the dark at this point, trying to dig for more information. 

Jake groans, you hit the nail right on the head. “Yeah, fuck that asshole.” 

The only information you knew about the asshole Jake’s referring to is what he’s chosen to disclose to you. And from what you heard, Jake wasn’t his biggest fan. 

Without a thought, you blindly agree with him, arms crossing against your chest again. “Fuck him, Fuck him so hard,” you attempt to disrespect the stranger, but it’s starting to sound awkward coming from you. “…He’s probably not that cute. Well not that I would know but—“ Jake cuts you off, laughing at the lineup of curse words flying out your mouth.

“Love it when you fucking curse, sound just like me,” he ruffles your hair, making you giggle underneath him.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” you entertain him with disheveled hair, pulling out another laugh from him. 

But the moment dies fast—faster than the spotted hamster you both tried to co-parent in fifth grade. “But, anyway,” Jake speaks again. As he’s saying that, Jake softly brushes the hair out your face, thumb swiping over the baby hairs by your ear for good measure, before finally withdrawing his hand from you.

“I hate that I still like her,” he admits, with a sad smile, arms limp in his lap.  

You bite down on your lip at his gutted confession. 

Keeping a straight face, you try to console him. “So? it was your longest relationship. It’d be weird if you didn’t like her still.”

Despite your aversion to his on and off relationship, you didn't want to step on Jake’s feelings, it’s a force of habit.

“Would it be bad if we just, if we...pretended to date? She’s always been jealous of you.” Jake finally puts forth, biting down on his own tongue afterwards. The apprehension he felt from earlier slowly makes it way back into his chest again.

Bradley warned him against this, this won’t end well for either of you, he told the blond with a grunt. The frat boy—although not the brightest was able to detect the complication in Jake’s plan. But, Jake swatted off Bradley’s pointed complaints to no end. It was like he lost the ability to think straight, with Kendall in mind. There was some sort of invisible stopper that made him blind to the swarm of problems that came with this.

You blink once, after piecing it together in your head. “You want me to help you get her back?” 

“Kinda, yeah. I do.” 

Everything tells you this is wrong, that you should say no. That this isn’t the right thing to do. That Bradley’s going to kill you, kill Jake, kill you both. That this scheme didn’t bode well in the movies you watched. And despite it all, you answer, “I’ll do it.” 

“No you fucking didn’t.” Bradley roars, earning a few stares from your classmates. “Tell me you’re just fucking with me,” he says more quietly, though his definition of quiet is in a form of another harsh shout. 

If your guilty eyes weren't a confirmation in itself, your refusal to give him a clear answer was. Bradley shakes his head disapprovingly as he forcefully massages his temple, trying to relieve an oncoming headache. 

“Would you—tone it down,” you beg, trying to cover your face from the dirty stares you’re receiving from all corners of the lecture room.

You slump in your seat, with a hand shielding the side of your face. “Didn’t Jake already tell you,” you whisper to Bradley through the corner of your mouth, pretending you don’t know him. 

You would assume that Jake has caught him up on the details by now. After all, Bradley Bradshaw was more of Jake’s friend than yours—he was a current member of Jake’s old fraternity. It was just your luck that he signed up for the same class as you, and couldn’t stand anyone else in the room. 

“We can't be seen together right now,” he grumbles, looking around with harsh eyes, scanning the room for anyone in his fraternity. He manages to scare a girl in the process, making her move away from you both. He clicks his tongue at her, annoyed. 

“What? Are you two Romeo and Juliet or something? What do you mean you can’t be seen together?” 

“Prez is still pissed at him for dropping out of the house. I'm working on it,” Bradley adds, jaw clenched. He’s never been berated by a guy shorter than him in his life. Bradley’s large foot begins to tap against the carpeted floor, irritated by the playback happening in his head. 

You sigh, pulling back your legs, allowing a student trying to move through your row, more space to get by. “You know he’s just a president of a frat house, not some dictator.”

“He might as fucking well be, Javy’s got a stick up his—Bob? Where the fuck are you going?” Bradley stops the student, slapping a rough hand against his chest, making him groan.

“Sit with us,” he points his chin towards the seat next to him. Just like that, Bradley’s already dismissing him, expecting him to sit down at his assertion.

You carefully look on as the guy hesitatingly opens his mouth, just to shut it again. There’s a pair of thinly wired glasses framing his face and his eyes just briefly brush over you. He blinks at you once, then twice—until you shyly offer him an apologetic smile in return.

Seeing that he can’t ignore his fellow housemate, Bob gives into Bradley’s demand, with a nod. “I was—yeah I was gonna sit there anyway,” he assures Bradley.

After a lazy introduction, you learn that Bob had just joined the frat last year. He didn’t look like the type, which took you a second to digest. Everyone in that house looked—to put it nicely—they looked like they belonged there. But Bob? You could barely picture him standing alongside those kind of guys. Bob looked nice.

With an acknowledging look shared between you and Bob that Bradley has trapped you both here, the conversation from earlier continues. 

“Jake? As in Jake Seresin?” Bob asks, pushing the silver frames up his nose. 

“Did I not just say that? Keep up,” Bradley remarks, stretching his legs out, kicking the seat in front of him in the process. 

“Yeah, he’s my—well my fake boyfriend now I guess?” You explain to Bob with a shrug, brushing over Bradley’s comment.

Bradley swipes his tongue over his front teeth. “I thought he was an idiot for this whole idea, but here you are, saying yes to it. You two belong together.” In times like these, you like to reassure yourself, putting a pin on the fact that honesty from Bradley was a good thing. 

He wasn’t the type to share his thoughts with others, he spoke with intention—for the most part. It came as a surprise to you, that he even found a liking towards you to begin with. So, him telling you his true thoughts, meant that he was just looking out for you. Well, that's what you hoped.

“Isn’t that—um. Sorry if this is rude but, isn't that weird for you?” Bob questions, leaning over Bradley. 

Bradley’s nose flares, before deciding to lean back further so Bob could stretch himself over his lap to hear you better. 

“I don’t think so—I mean…we’ve been friends for our whole lives. There’s nothing there. Not weird at all," you confirm.

Bradley raises his brow. “Yeah, you definitely didn’t believe that lie either,” he scoffs, pressing his tongue flat against his left cheek. 

Again, you ignore his comment.

Bob nods. “I hope things work out for you then,” he kindly smiles at you, ignoring Bradley’s judgmental glare drilling into the side of his head. 

You wished Bob’s genuine encouragement would bring you relief, but it weirdly doesn't. Even if it wasn’t his intention, the statement serves more as an ominous warning. “Thanks, I appreciate it,” that part you meant though.

All the effort you put towards organizing your closet comes undone, as Jake unrolls every piece of clothing you spent hours folding in search for something. “Where’s that one shirt of yours,” he mumbles to himself, deciding to pull open your storage baskets next. 

“What’s wrong with the one I'm wearing!” You complain, throwing yourself back into your mattress, praying you even packed the top he’s looking for. 

Jake blows air through his nose, giving himself a push to keep digging through your stuff. “Princess, I love you but—you gotta out-do her, have you seen the shit she usually wears?” 

Right as you returned from class, Jake jumped you at the front door, demanding that you two needed to head down to the campus store. He recalled from previous years that Kendall made it a tradition to keep up with the school merchandise, buying all the new school pride crap on the first day of classes. Which only meant you both had to be there too. 

“Oh. Fuck. Okay, that’s your underwear,” he narrates, ears pink at the dusty lace greeting him. 

“I—Move,” you fly off the bed, pushing past him. The havoc that is your closet makes you want to fall over and die. Die right there, right on the ground, and maybe be buried under the piles of fabric scattered across the floor. Maybe then, he’ll feel bad for what he did to you.  

“My closet..” you mumble to yourself with droopy shoulders, taking in its disheveled state. 

Jake’s so set on finding the article of clothing, he overlooks the mess he made. “Your closet,” he mocks you flatly. “Doesn’t have that tiny white shirt I’m looking for,” he complains, scrunching his nose.

Right as he says that, you spin on your heels, facing him with a tight jaw. Jake almost jumps out his own skin from how abruptly you turned around. 

“I have on. the white shirt,” you point out, through clenched teeth, plucking at the fabric clung to your chest—letting it snap back against you.

His eyes flick down to your top, with an empty look.

You’re right.

But it’s too late for him to confess his wrongdoings, Jake's in too deep. “No you don’t," he tuts.

“Oh yeah?” You don’t think before digging your hands into the lightly lined bra you’re wearing—adjusting the way it cupped your chest.

Jake is attentive to the fact that he should be looking away, but he can’t seem to move. His feet are locked in place and his head is unable to turn the other direction. All he can do is hold his breath, while you press your boobs together to fix your cleavage. As if holding his breath meant that he could stop the flow of unsolicited thoughts from leaking into his stream of consciousness. 

Finally realizing what you did out of frustration, you clear your throat, making it seem as though this was normal in your friendship. “How—how about now. Look familiar?” You bite your lip, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah, that’s—that’s the shirt,” he nods, playing along with your unbothered act himself. Trying to pretend like he didn’t just watch his best friend shove her hands down her bra for him. 

Regret is an understatement for what Jake feels. Jake regretted his inability to pick up on the shirt you had on. Jake regretted how worked up Kendall made him feel. Jake regretted not getting here sooner. 

Once you two arrived, out of breath, lungs burning from sprinting across campus—his ex-girlfriend was nowhere in sight. The discovery just stamped down on his annoyance. 

Not wanting to make your trip down here a waste, you suggested that you two should look around for anything new being put out. 

Now, Jake’s trailing behind you as you skim through the new merchandise your college put out for the fall semester.

A year ago, he was here following Kendall around the store, lighting up in laughter as she posed for him in those boxy shirts and corny dad caps. Which he ended up tearing off her body later on. This year though, he’s here with you, his best friend. Jake stops himself from dwelling on it any longer, it's not fair to you if he were to compare.

Spotting a sweater that isn’t relatively ugly—you unhook it from the metal rack, pressing it against your front for him to see. 

Jake looks down at you with pursed lips—but he's distracted by the group pimpled freshman whispering to each other at the far end of the aisle, you’re both standing in. The lot has been eyeing you since you came in, even with Jake by your side. Maybe it’s because Kendall’s racking his every thought, but Jake is getting ticked off. 

“Should I get this one?” There weren’t any mirrors in the shop, all you had was Jake’s opinion to rely on. You tuck your chin, in a failed attempt to look down and see it for yourself. 

He nods. “Sure Princess.” Jake’s trying his best to give you his attention, but he feels compelled to survey the group nearing you both. His eyes narrow down as the tallest of the flock pulls out his phone—while his friends push him forward. Spotting the familiar frat house sticker on the back of the phone case, Jake decides that he’s had enough. 

He’s had enough of them being here. And enough of Kendall not being here. 

Jake’s eyes snap back to you. “Put it on,” he points his chin to the baby blue sweater in your hands. It’s double your size, and one of the threads on the embroidered letters hangs loose—but he doesn’t care enough to bring it to your attention. 

“What?”

Jake takes a step forward, pretending to look down at the price tag with an offhanded shrug. “Just—put it on. I’ll buy it. You look good, Promise.” 

You’re already pulling it off the hanger and over your head, right over that shirt, he asked you to wear. “No take backs,” you gleam at him, stuffing your hands into the front pocket of the hoodie, fingers exploring the soft lining. 

Jake looks at the guy behind you, before dropping his focus onto you again. He playfully tugs at that front pocket, which makes you stumble forward. “No take backs,” he sweetly smiles down at you, keeping his fingers anchored onto the edge of the pocket. 

This isn’t something you’re familiar with. You’ve seen Jake smile at other girls like this, smile at Kendall like this, never you. This smile, it wasn’t ever reserved for you.

You stare up at him, dumbfounded by the sudden boyfriend act he’s putting on. “Is she here?” You whisper, eyes wide underneath him. 

Jake's eyes stretch over to where the group of lame freshmans were previously standing, just to see that they’re backing off now. He casts his gaze back down to you. “Nah, just practicing.” 

Slowly, you nod, remembering that you’re actually doing this. “Right. Just practicing.”

“What do you want from a guy? Like, what do you like?” Jake hits the button for your apartment floor, pondering back on the girl that’s been on his mind all day.

You let out a small laugh, pressing on the ‘close door’ button on the elevator, prompting the metal doors to meet in the middle. 

“You’ve been asking me a lot of strange questions today,” you point out. 

Jake lightly shrugs, pinching the back of your sweater to still you once the elevator shakes to move upwards. Cheap rent came with interesting amenities that you two had to get used to. 

Staring up at the glowing number board, indicating what floor you’re on—you start to think back on guys you’ve liked in the past. “I don’t know. I just like when guys are nice to me, I don’t ask for much.”

The sound of Jake’s airy laugh could be heard from behind you. “Princess, I meant, what would you want me to do for you as a boyfriend.”

As a boyfriend. Right—Jake’s your boyfriend now.

“Oh, um. I liked it when the guys I dated gave me attention, that was nice I guess,” you begin, unconfidently. Sure Jake was your best friend, there was nothing under the sun you two didn’t talk about—but this? This was the one thing you never thought to talk about with him. 

Jake nods, taking in what you said. “I can do that for you. Anything else?” He releases his pointer finger from the clutch he has on the back of your sweater, using it to poke at your spine—encouraging you to continue. 

“They cared about my feelings....It felt good when they flirted with me....They er—they kissed me at the right times,” you list off, unsure why it’s so awkward for you to confess this to him.

Jake’s eyes drop to the side of your face. Even if you’re standing a bit ahead of him, he can see the flustered expression you’re wearing. The need to entertain it, spurs him on. “I can do that.”

You stiffen. “…Kiss me?”

Wanting to pull another reaction from you, Jake removes his hand, letting the wrinkled fabric come undone. With little effort, he flips you from the small of your back, forcing you to face him. “Are you asking me to now?” He tilts his head, looking down at you with a teasing smile on his face. 

You blink up at him. “No—God no. I was asking if you’re gonna be doing that—like if you're gonna be kissing me,” you spit out, dropping your eyes down to his chest. 

There was a point in time where Jake stood at the same height as you. Now, you’re met with his torso rather than his face when you look forward.

“Not without your permission. Why? You wondering how it feels to kiss me?” He eggs on, holding the drawstring of your hoodie between his two fingers. 

The next statement slips out your mouth before you could even process it. “I know what kissing you is like,” you scoff.

Jake’s eyebrows furrow, dropping the braided thread. “You do?” 

He forgot.

“No! I’m joking,” you spit out hurriedly, pairing it with an awkward chuckle. “We should—we should kiss though, it’ll make it believable. Right?”

The elevator doors ding, cutting through your conversation. “Right,” he finally agrees.

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Human Illustrator Wally x Reader (part 8)

Julie owns a childcore fashion line. No, you cannot change my mind. Lol

TW: None that I am Aware of

🐻 A few days pass by. As you read a book to the children of the daycare, you hear the phone ring. You quickly pardon yourself, heading over to answer the phone. To your surprise, Mr. Darling has called, saying "Good morning! My friend, Ms. Joyful, has decided to visit town. She wants to meet you and myself at a nearby restaurant tomorrow. I wanted to know if you would be free at all tomorrow to actually visit?"

🐻 You don't know how to respond. First, you meet Mr. Darling and grow to become... friends? At least, you THINK you are friends. Either way, you believe you have a pleasant relationship with him. Now, THE Julie Joyful wants to meet you? You don't know how to respond! However, you are aware that tomorrow, you have a half day of work, leaving at 11. So, you should be open from 12 PM onward. It would give you time to get home, get ready, and have a small break before leaving again. "I am pretty free. 12 PM and after. Maybe we can meet for dinner?" "PERFECT! I-I mean... that is perfect! That was Ms. Joyful's plan, too! I'll pick you up, if you want?" "You don't have to!" "I want to." "Okay..."

🐻 You give him your address, before returning to the kids. Once the workday is over, you head home and begin trying to pick out your outfit. Oh, golly... You have no idea what would be appropriate for the outing! Ms. Joyful is a FASHION DESIGNER. What do you do?! You are sure that she is nice. She is Mr. Darling's friend, after all, so she must be at least tolerable... But what if you look horrible?!

🐻 You decide to just pick what you think would fit for any occasion: business casual. It has NEVER let you down. You set the outfit out, then go to bed. Once you get home from work the next day, you take a quick shower, put the outfit on, then try to relax until Mr. Darling shows up.

🐻 There is a knock on your door, to which you spring up and answer it. As expected, it is Mr. Darling. He grins, chirping "Good afternoon! Are you ready to go...?" He trails off, his cheeks Turing a bit red. After a few seconds, where he seems to space out, he blinks a bit before chuckling "You look amazing!" You chuckle nervously "Oh, thank you! I am ready to go!"

🐻 You see his car parked outside. It looks nice and cozy, as well as relatively cheaper than you expected. You hop into the passenger seat, chatting happily with Mr. Darling as he drives you to the restaurant. Outside of the building, you see a young woman standing next to her car, checking her hair in the side mirrors.

🐻 Mr. Darling parks the car next to hers, chirping "Hello, Ms. Joyful! I hope we aren't late!" "Wally, how many times have I told you to just call me Julie? Oh, is that (Y/N)?" She turns, her dark skin and dark eyes widening with intrigue. Her blonde hair is rather large, styled in two buns pushed together at the top, almost making it look like a heart. She also is wearing a headband with an orange horn on it, as well as a large, blue worm on a string as a sort of boa. Her clothes, itself, has a very childish aesthetic to it. From a large, pastel rainbow shirt, to a pair of jean shorts covered in patchwork polka dots with teddy bears in them.

🐻 'Darn it, business casual... You failed me.' you think to yourself. You somehow OVERDRESSED. Ms. Joyful, however, goes on to coo "They look adorable in their little outfit! Oh, come inside! I reserved a table for us in the back. That way, people won't swarm us." Mr. Darling laughs "Thank you, Ms- I mean, Julie. Come on, (Y/N), let's go to the table." You quietly nod, not exactly knowing what to say in this situation. Looking at the sign, you see the words "Poppy's Pop-In Diner" at the top.

🐻 You follow Mr. Darling and Ms. Julie to the table, which happens to be a booth. Looking down at the menus that the waitress provides you, you see that the majority of the menu consists of breakfast and baked deserts. There are a few lunch and dinner options, however. The drinks consist of coffee, lemonade, water, chocolate milk, hot chocolate, and a few types of soda. You make a mental note of your order, before turning to look at Ms. Joyful as she speaks.

🐻 "You will absolutely LOVE the owner of this place, as well as the dishes! Her name is Poppy Partridge, and she is just the BEST at her job! Her cakes are so delicious!" Mr. Darling laughs at her enthusiasm. "That's right, Julie. She is also just the sweetest person, too." Poppy...? That sounds familiar...

🐻 You notice how Mr. Darling decided to sit next to you, meaning that you are now trapped within the booth. He looks over to you, noticing your stare, before patting his cheeks slightly "Is... is there something on my face?" You stammer in response, feeling embarrassed for getting caught staring. "Oh, oh no! I just thought you would've sat next to Ms. Joyful, since you two seem to have known each other longer. It isn't anything wrong. I am fine with it." "Oh."

🐻 Oh golly... now you've made things awkward... why do you make everything awkward? Ms. Joyful, however, seems to be enjoying the show, as she laughs so hard you swear she would cough up a lung. "Oh my GOLLY! You two are such cute friends! You two should like... I don't know... Wait... nevermind, actually... I forgot where I was going with my words!" Mr. Darling tenses, before letting out a small chuckle. "Oh, I am sure you will remember soon... Hey, there she is! Hello Ms. Partridge!"

🐻 You look over to where Mr. Darling is looking, seeing a woman with an apron on, as well as a pretty shirt dress. She has a dark complexion, radiating a healthy glow, as her thick, curly hair has been gathered and clipped to the back of her head. It leaves a few strands poking upwards. Her eyes are wide, making her look like a deer in headlights. Then, she seemingly realizes who called her name, chirping with a voice as pretty as a birdsong "Oh, Mr. Darling! Ms. Joyful! It is so lovely to see you two, again! The last time I saw you was... Gosh, how long? When did we film that baking show, again?" "About six months ago, Ms. Partridge!"

🐻 This day keeps getting more and more shocking. First you meet Ms. Joyful, now the baking star, Ms. Partridge? Wait, not even that. You are in her diner! She walks over, her tall figure towering over the table. She seems to take note of that, as she hunches over slightly, possibly to make herself seem smaller. "Who are you, dear? Are you a new friend of these two? A friend of theirs is a friend of mine! My name is Ms. Partridge! Oh, you must know that already! Sorry!" You nervously reply to her question, holding your hand out and shaking hers. "I umm... I am (Y/N)." "Such a lovely name! It seems like your waitress has left you two hanging... Let me take your orders personally!"

🐻 You and the rest of your table order. As Ms. Partridge hurries to the kitchen, Ms. Joyful giggles "She is always in such a rush. Very anxious, too. So sweet, though! She acts very motherly towards everyone. OH! I remember what I was going to say!" She points to you and Mr. Darling, slyly saying "You two should like, have a sleepover, since you two are such good friends! OH MY GOSH! WE CAN HAVE A SLEEPOVER AT (Y/N)'S PLACE AHHHHH!!!!" She excitedly bangs her hands against the table, almost like it were a drum. Mr. Darling coughs, choking on his own spit. "C-calm down! We don't even know if (Y/N) is comfortable with having sleepovers in general. A home is a very... Delicate space for some people. Some don't like their homes being invaded. Privacy, you know?"

🐻 You look between them, feeling charmed by their antics. "I wouldn't mind, it is just that my place is pretty small. I have never held a sleepover-sleepover, before. Not even as a kid. Usually it was more like my friends would visit, then we slept. That was it." Ms. Joyful's eyes widen in horror "You have never had a REAL sleepover?! That is horrible! We must change that! When would you be available to have a sleepover, (Y/N)?" You are taken aback by her determination, before stammering "I don't know... Umm... This Saturday is free. I don't work weekends, luckily." "THEN IT IS SETTLED! WALLY, THE SLEEPOVER SHALL BE SATURDAY!" She raises her hands in the air, continuing "We shall have makeovers, fashion shows, baking, and more! Do you have any allergies, (Y/N)? I have hypoallergenic makeup and baking recipes! Actually, I'll just bring them in case! OH, CAN WE INVITE OUR OTHER FRIENDS?! PLEASE!!!"

🐻 This weekend is going to be long, isn't it? Well, at least you will get to meet these two again. Their chaotic antics are truly a sight to behold. You shrug, looking at the both of them. Mr. Darling seems especially curious as to your response. You nod slowly "Sure. Invite a friend each. I would allow more, but my place is a bit small."

[flock-talk]

How long have you had Toto now? I’ve been enjoying watching his growth bc I’d like to rescue a bird someday. I have a conure atm who I’ve raised since she was first weaned and think I’ve learned enough to handle a rescue eventually. So it’s interesting to see and note how his past stress is showing itself this far in.

(If you’re interested my dream rescue would be a sun conure bc I adore them and so many people give them up just for being loud but I need a house first lol)

Almost 6 months!

So let’s talk about what’s happening with Toto here a bit more in depth since it seems to be confusing a lot of people!

When an animal is rehomed, put in to a shelter, or otherwise experiencing immense stress that stress can suppress their behaviour. The fear, confusion and other aversive emotions they’re experiencing as a result of those experiences piles up and can cause them to appear complicit. They’re essentially so stressed out that they’re unable to express how they’re actually feeling and that can appear like a state of being “fine”.

So when they make it to their new home a standard, healthy, non-traumatized or excessively stressed animal will take less than a month to settle in. They learn their new routines, build trust with their new people, establish comfort in their environment. The first month they’re usually a bit stressed out, a bit wary and all of that shakes off by the end of the month- they adapt to the changes and move along pretty easily. In general, things just get gradually better from a “desirable behaviour” standpoint. Animal is scared -animals gets comfort - animal relieves stress - animal adapts.

In more severe cases there’s so much piled on stress, usually underlying existing behavioural concerns, and typically a history of stressful responses or a lingering fear to behave (consistent use of punishers) that it takes them significantly longer to reach that same goal. It usually takes well over the month threshold for them to begin to accept a new home and release some of that stress.

At this point once the animal is able to feel safe in its environment, it’s new people, etc. that release of stress will start to peel away some layers and show their underlying behavioural concerns. Once they feel safe again they feel free to advocate for themselves, set boundaries and express themselves freely without fear of behaving or stress suppressing behaviour.

It’s a big reason why people will say ���my dog does x at home but never does X when they’re at daycare”, stress in the environment suppresses behaviour. They feel comfortable and safe at home so they feel safe expressing themselves in whatever “problematic” manner that may be.

And it’s clear to note here that when this phenomenon occurs it doesn’t always mean the animal has had a horrifically traumatizing past, it’s been found that animals who had perfectly solid well cared for lives prior to entering a rescue had the same issue arise just by merely entering a rescue facility. Rescues themselves are a chaotic, stressful, traumatizing experience- enough so to cause this to happen.

So what does this all mean? And how can we make this transition easier?

It means the animal is finally beginning to feel at home, they’re finally releasing stress and able to be themselves. It is a good thing! It’s a huge milestone! But it does mean that we’re entering the eye of the storm here as more and more stress leaves and more and more behavioural concerns arise. Suppressed behaviours are explosive- note the number of cases where a dog has had a prong collar popped for the “wrong” thing and that suppressed behaviour turns in to explosive aggression trying to attack the handler. The pent up frustration and stress and confusion can explode in very harmful ways and this release of suppression can make them significantly more sensitive to potential triggers.

So for us that means we need to provide consistency, communication, respect their boundaries, and tread carefully. They’re in a highly sensitive state trying to navigate all these previously suppressed feelings, we need to do our best not to trigger them and make it harder for them than it already is. Being extra cautious around their body language, aware of our vocal tones, making a list of current triggers, and utilizing management strategies to live cooperatively while navigating through this.

Each day gets taken as it comes, utilizing compassionate training to help them through big feelings.

With time the effects of suppression will taper out and the core triggers can be isolated and proper training plans can be implemented!

[lilyginnyblackv2]

Buddy Daddies - OST - Song Titles: Translations & Info.

A few days ago, they put up a teaser video with some of the songs from the Buddy Daddies OST playing. They also provided this image above, which has all the song titles listed. I’ve translated them all and have provided some interesting insight and information when and where I could. If anyone else has any more info on these titles, or extra insight, feel free to add on to this! :D

So, first, here are the song titles:

1. Buddy Daddies Theme

2. Commencing Pursuit

3. Under Interrogation

4. SHARK ATTACK

5. Ska De Buddy

6. Buddy & Daddies Act. 1

7. Knight of Dragon Emblem

8. Funk Me Up! Feat. Nick Green

9. Jazzy & Daddies

10. Jingle Bells

11. Watermelon Woman

12. Let’s Cooking

13. Targets in the Dark

14. Silent Night

15. Undercover Investigation

16. Strolling Waltz

17. Battle of Spanish Joint

18. Welcome Home, Daddy

19. Comfort in My Heart

20. Franny! Rudolph! Francesco!

21. Mystery of Spanish Joint

22. Stand Off

23. Caprice Waltz

24. Country & Daddies

25. Diversionary Tactics

26. Start Strategy

27. Twilight Sunset

28. Requiem

29. Nocturne

30. Good Luck Charm

31. Wake Me Up to Hit the Town

32. Secret Maneuvers

33. 24 Hours

34. Don’t Say Goodbye (Japanese Translated Title)

35. Don’t Say Goodbye (English Title)

Some more interesting info on some of these titles under the Read More!

First we have the “Knight of Dragon Emblem” title. This makes me think of Fire Emblem (a video game series that I am not overly familiar with, I just know the name) and dragon imagery. Dragon imagery is associated with strength, courage, magic, and all of that kind of stuff. While a knight protects.

Second we have “Watermelon Woman,” when I looked this up, I found a Wikipedia page on a 1996 romantic-comedy drama called “The Watermelon Woman.” This is a movie that was written, edited, and directed by Cheryl Dunye:

a Liberian-American film director, producer, screenwriter, editor and actress. Dunye's work often concerns themes of race, sexuality, and gender, particularly issues relating to black lesbians. She is known as the first out black lesbian to ever direct a feature film with her 1996 film The Watermelon Woman. She runs the production company Jingletown Films based in Oakland California.

(From Wikipedia, which will be linked to below).

She also stars as the lead role in the film. The lead character is Cheryl who is a “young black lesbian.” 

This is the song that plays when Carol and Dorothy show up. Interesting. In the movie, Cheryl explores a lesbian relationship with a white woman Hmm....

But it also plays during stuff like Miri’s daycare interview with Miss Anna. So, I don’t know if there might be some other reference as well.

It could be an indicator of musical influence as well. At least, I definitely think that the song titles Battle of Spanish Joint and Mystery of Spanish Joint come from a song by D’Angelo that came out in 2011. The song is titled, “Spanish Joint,” and you can definitely hear some of the musical influences there. 

The lyrics are rather interesting, especially if you think about them in connection to Buddy Daddies.

One song is titled Requiem, which has a few meanings:

Text: 

(especially in the Roman Catholic Church) a Mass for the repose of the souls of the dead."a requiem was held for the dead queen"

a musical composition setting parts of a requiem Mass, or of a similar character."Fauré's Requiem"

an act or token of remembrance."he designed the epic as a requiem for his wife"

The second meaning is likely the meaning they are going with here.

Nocturne is a musical composition that is meant to invoke the night.

“Don’t Say Goodbye” is the song that Miri’s mother sings in the snack bar back in Episode 3. We get the extra lyric of: “I wanna spend as much time as possible...” Given the current situation she is in, with cancer and wanting Miri back, etc. This song seems like it will be reflective of her feelings in regards to all of those things. I hope we get a full version of it in the actual series itself too!

[goodstories08]

Sex, Drugs, Etc.

Dallas Winston X Male Reader

Request: No

Description: Dallas Winston was a cocky bastered with an ego higher than the fucking sky. But if there was one person that could make him break it was Johnnys older brother Y/n, someone Dallas felt things toward, things he couldn’t explain.

Dallas never had a real relationship, and he never felt the need for one. One and done was more his style.

That was one of the things that made you hate him.

Although the two of you were practically always together you barley knew each other aside from pre judgements.

While he was out smoking shit and partying you where working your ass off as a waiter, daycare worker, or anywhere that you could make a few extra bucks.

Your hate for him was not nearly as strong as his love for you.

Dallas had always admired you, admired how hard you worked to provide for your brothers, but he never let you know it.

The others seemed to notice something different though, the way Dallas would always try and impress you, or ask if you were coming to things.

And one day he decided to take a chance.

You sat on the couch of your home, legs up on the arm rest, trying to get just a few hours of sleep before having to go back to work. Ponyboy was at school, Darry was at work, same as Sodapop, leaving Dally, Johnny, and you alone at the house.

Johnny was always around since your parents were especially hard on beating him and he had no where else to be. His company comforting and he was always pretty quite, a trait that made him your favorite sibling. Dally walked in unexpectedly with a frustrated look on his face. He fell back onto the couch squishing your legs against the back cushions. “Hey what the hell Dally,” you whine while pulling yourself up from your sleep.

“H-hey Y/n I wanted to ask you something,” He said with distress in his deep voice. There was water in his pretty eyes, something you had never seen before. “What is it Dall?”

He swallowed the lump in his thought and opened his mouth, “Would you ever like someone like me?” You furrowed your eyebrows wondering what he meant buy they. “I-I just feel like you hate me or something and I just don’t get it, I love you so…” he stoped after realizing what he just said.

Something in you pushed you forward, it felt right so you committed to the kiss. His lips sealed with yours as the two of you moved in motion with each other. You two still had much more to discover about one another and you couldn’t wait to finally know the real Dallas Winston.

After that day the two of you tried to keep the relationship a secret but someone was bound to find out.

That person was Darry out of all people.

He wound up telling the others, of course with your permission, and for the most part they loved the two of you together.

The only person skeptical of the relationship was Dally. He was a protective older brother of his own siblings and he hated how an innocent and kind hearted kid was with a druggy like Dally.

In the end he was happy as long as you where.

Dally changed everything he hated about himself to try and make you happier, but truth is you loved him for himself.

He was the person you never knew you needed.

He would always hold your hand, and cuddle you.

He loves it when you’d pull him down by his necklace for a kiss.

The two of you were almost the exact opposite but we’re absolutely perfect for each other.

[waywardangel-wilds]

What do I HC the victors doing with their time post mockingjay?

Katniss: still hunts but not every day. She also runs an informal daycare / camp where she teaches kids about what plants are safe and how to sing. She doesn’t really have a formal job but she loves helping out however she can. She also volunteers a lot at the local orphanage. Those kids are never wanting any baked treat, Katniss provides. She’s also all up in Haymitch’s business about his health, she will not allow him to potentially fracture another hip. Sometimes she does front counter at the bakery, but it’s mostly because Peeta thinks she looks adorable with the milkmaid braid she wears (she doesn’t want to get hair on any of the breads). She is fully taking advantage of that, by the way. She has a small but very close group of friends. Girlfriends! For the first time! It feels very special and she’s very grateful. One of her friends is an RN so Katniss makes sure Haymitch can’t escape his healthcare provider. She’s made friends with the local butcher too - he really appreciates having access to fresh game and Katniss really appreciates not having to butcher her kills every damn time. No hunting partner tho, at least not yet. That kind of bums her out, but it’s alright.

Haymitch: he drinks when Katniss isn’t looking. Mostly just hangs out with the other ‘old dudes’ from town and argues about what exactly happened at the market 30 years ago. Plays a lot of chess, either at home or in the town square. Yells at kids to quit running just randomly. He’s also at like, every town hall meeting. He doesn’t let the mayor get away with anything. When he says something he doesn’t like, he stands up (like luke in Gilmore girls lol) and argues - if they tell him to sit down he goes “Thom, who got you your freedom?”

Peeta: he runs a whole business thank you very much. It takes a lot of effort to keep it from burning to the ground (it is literally fine, he’s just annoying). When he isn’t doing that he’s with Katniss, either helping her with her collection of non-jobs, or just spending time with her. He also spends a lot of time with his friends. His coworkers from the bakery and a few other people he’s met from being in town all the time. Sometimes they just hang out on the front yard of someone’s house. Other times they might play a ball game or something, they all have kids anyway might as well do something together. (Do not ask about the go karting incident). He also spends a lot of time hanging out with Delly and her family. She runs a farm about an hour out of town and does it in a perfectly chaotic way. He’s impressed. He also loves all the free shit he gets out of her chosen career path - prime quality flour thank you very much. Also some home brewed beer. Oh, I almost forgot, district twelve got their wrestling team back after Peeta kept nagging the high school principal every time they came by the bakery for a donut. Like, come on, the kids need enrichment! Plus, he already knows what to coach them on! He even has a mug that says coach on it just waiting to be used! He could double as an art teacher! (They said yes).

[cityofdreamsrp]

YOU ARE INVITED TO JOIN US IN THE MALDIVES FOR OUR SUMMER TRIP!

As voted on by you, the members, City of Dreams will be heading to none other than… THE MALDIVES!

The Maldives is a prime vacation destination, where guests can get lost in the beautiful crystal clear waters of the Indian Ocean. From tropical destinations to unique experiences, the Maldives provides a prime spot for guests to take a trip into peak relaxation.

Guests will be staying at the the Nautilus Maldives, a luxurious resort in the middle of the ocean that boasts private beachside homes, top of the line spas, and top of the line experiences and excursions. Upon landing in the Velana International Airport, guests will be transported via boat to the resort's private VIP lounge. Once you arrive at the resort, you will be immediately checked into your rooms and your fun in the sun can begin! Those in ships will automatically be paired together and we will also be taking roommate requests until AUGUST 11TH. If you'd like a request, just shoot us a message and let us know! Those who don't request a roommate will be randomized.

The City of Dreams summer trip is a MANDATORY event for all celebrities taking place from AUGUST 12TH - AUGUST 19TH. If your muse has children, they are more than welcome to bring them along or leave them back home with a babysitter! Daycare services will be provided throughout the entire week if needed. There will be more information to come, including the roommate list and detailed posts about the events taking place during the trip, so please keep a look out for all of that!

We can’t wait for everyone to join us and embark on a week full of relaxation and adventure! Please be sure to tag all event related posts with: #CODGOESTOMALDIVES

OFFICIAL ITINERARY:

8/12 - Guests Arrive/Truth or Dare Meme Night

8/13 - Free Day

8/14 - Game Night

8/15 - Free Day

8/16 - Cooking Contest

8/17 - Free Day

8/18 - Dinner Dance at Subsix

8/19 - Free Day/Departure of Guests

[koffing-time]

I will gladly interact with you! Send an ask! @ me! I would love to RP with you. I will do an (IC) promo if you ask (assuming i'm popular enough for that lmao)!

Hello Hello ~

My name is Tix (they/them, occasionally it/its), and welcome to my rotomblr blog! I'm 23, I'm from Unova and i have a small café on Route 3 right outside Striaton City. If you don't find it, just look for the Daycare on the hill, walk up that hill and look for the building at the foot of the hill! And now come in and get a cupcake, you earned it!

Don't be alarmed by the poison types around here! Most of them are registered to me and are completely harmless unless you touch them. They are also friendly, so if you wanna pet them, ask me! I'll gladly provide handling advice.

I also have an employee, Olivia. I might occasionally mention him. Maybe she'll also make a few post here and there.

There is also Brandy, my Rotom. Let's hope they can behave!

As for my Pokémon, there are a few! [Complete list of Pokémon including retcons at the end in the ooc section]

My Koffing, Coffee! The shop's named after him! Look at his FABULOUS moustache!

Bienenstich the Scolipede, she's very good with kids. If you need someone to look after your toddler, she's the gal! (i am so not kidding)

Cream the Haunter. No, your drink isn't haunted, she just helps me out a bit.

Muffin the Roselia, he's the primary gardener. I would do more around there but he doesn't let me.

Poppy the Toxicroak, he's a cool guy. He also makes music with me.

Basil the Toxtricity. Best bassist i've ever met (sorry Roxie).

Carrot Cake the Clodsire. He doesn't do much, but that's okay.

Rhubarb the Ekans. Little rascal. Don't trip over him.

Eggplant the Skorupi. He's new, still getting to know him myself!

Soup the Grimer is also quite new. I hatched him from a strange egg.

Also here's three pics of me. (//i forgor what the picrew were. if anyone knows, let me know)

//Pelipper Mail is on

//I will draw your OCs badly

OOC below the cut:

// Hi, hello. I run this blog as a side blog, so I'll like and follow from my main @fire-water-grass-core. If you need to address me (the player/mun), I'm okay with any pronouns, and if you need a name you can call me Kama, Nox or Cheese. I also run:

@zekrom-sword where i explore some darker themes (ig?) regarding pokémon hunting. This blog is less focused on blogging though and goes more into headcanon/fanfic territory. I'm happy to RP with Felix (muse over there) though!

@fire-water-grass-core is the main, as mentioned. Originally it was planned for that one to be a personal blog for Olivia, Tix' employee, but i didn't really get into it. I mostly use it for OOC stuff regarding rotomblr ig?

@kamataros is my general, non-pkmn-irl blog. idk what you would want there? but feel free to check it out. I post a lot of shit and a lot of it is untagged.

NOW for the rules ig?

ZERO: don't be a dick. easy, right? right. This is the important part :)

First: blanket #unreality warning. I will tag posts usually as pokemon irl, #pkmn irl or #pokeblogging. The actual unreality tag is reserved that genuinely blends reality and fiction (such as talking about animals in the context of the pokemon world.)

Second: i went on a BIG hiatus for like 6 months. I've retconned a few things, but i didn't want to actually go through the blog and delete stuff. Instead, i tagged all old posts as #Koffing-Time-1.0. Everything with this tag is not neccesarily canon anymore. case-to-case basis i guess.

Third: If anything comes up, I'll try to put a warning tag. I'll keep it to one format: #cw [trigger]. I will probably still use them sparingly, since i'm personally okay with most things. Please tell me if i should tag something.

Fourth: I won't participate in high stakes a lot and probably never in ultra stakes. Everything will be appropriately tagged #high stakes pokereality on the off chance that i do join. I don't think i will be getting into details like "low stakes" and "medium stakes" for tagging.

Fifth: Regarding sentient/sapient pokémon: they are allowed. I might ignore them if i ever do any story-arcs or so, but go ahead! (this was different for 1.0)

Sixth: Ask games will be tagged with #ask game. Once i reblog them, they are open indefinitely, including old ones from #Koffing-Time-1.0. The tag will be for the initial meme only, not the answers to make it possible to find them. Generally, please put the question for the meme into your ask, especially if it's an older ask game. (Feel free to ask Brandy or Olivia as well, but if not specified it will be Tix answering)

Seventh: DMs are an OOC zone :)

OTHER TAGS:

I'm trying to use a funny tagging system for blogs i "frequently" interact with (as in.. i am not chronically on tumblr so "frequently" is a bit much to say)

Out of Character posts will be tagged with #ooc . This goes only for posts where a significant portion is ooc.

Out of Character answers to asks will be tagged #cheesy answers

Out of Character notes will be marked as // or //ooc (including tags)

I might reblog art or even posts that tix isn't involved in. these will be tagged #//reblog

Posts involving details about certain headcanons will be tagged #headcanon

Image descriptions or Video description will be in [brackets] .

Also here is a (not complete) list of a few headcanons that i use.

I'll update and edit this post as well as reblog it if something changes.

Lastly

I, Cheese, Mun will use pink coloured text in addition to the //

Tix will be writing/talking in colourless text

Olivia will be writing/talking in blue text

Brandy will be writing/talking in red text

otherwise, i won't use much colours in posts. this intro blog stuff will be the exception to make it easier to read (i hope)

That being said: feel free to interact, feel free to send a DM, feel free to send asks, I'm happy to do offscreen posts and RP and whatnot, I won't bite and i won't poison you. Probably.

PS: little thing about reblog chains (i guess?)

Now, that was a long one. If you read it all, congratulations, have a cookie. Or a coffee. And most importantly: have fun!

PPS: Here's a list of Tix'Pokémon:

Coffee the Koffing

Muffin the Roselia

Bienenstich the Scolipede

Cream the Haunter

Poppy the Toxicroak

Basil the Toxtricity

Cracker the Murkrow (retconned) [it hurt me to do this but there are so many already] (never fucking mind i love them too much i can't delete them)

Cheese the (shiny) Crobat (retconned) [it hurt me to do this but there are so many already] (never fucking mind i love them too much i can't delete them)

Rhubarb the Ekans

Chocco the Salandit (retconned)

Carrot Cake the Clodsire

Pumpkin the Bellsprout (retconned)

Loaf the Trubbish (retconned)

Yoghurt the Yveltal (retconned)

Bun the (ultra domesticated) Trubbish (retconned)

Roll the (ultra domesticated) Tubbish (retconned)

Appleslice the (ultra domesticated) Mareanie (reconned)

Bacon the (ultra domesticated) Mareanie (retconned)

Lettuce the (ultra domesticated) Mareanie (retconned)

Tomato the (ultra domesticated) Mareanie (retconned)

Caramel the Beedrill (retconned)

Tofu the Sliggoo (retconned)

Annie Stonefruit the (albino) Cranidos (retconned)

Jack the Pumpkaboo (retconned)

Brandy the Rotom

Eggplant the Skorupi

Leonard the bed-sized Clodsire Plush

Soup the Baby-Grimer

If all of Tix team appear in a post (i doubt) it'll be tagged with #tix band

Also a list of Olivias Pokémon

Hans the Lotad

Grill the Darmanitan

Marbles the Alolan Exeggutor (tagged with just #marbles the exeggutor )

The Kalosian the Escavalier (tagged with just #kalosian the escavalier)

Beach Ball the Gible

Gregor the Gimmighoul

If all of Olivias Team appear in a post, it'll be tagged #olivias gang

[zeroseuniverse]

Pick and Choose

WC: 787

Warnings: Bad Parents

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

The day had started off perfectly, Jin woke up to his beautiful girlfriend peppering kisses over his face before the two parted ways to wake up her younger siblings. As soon as the two had begun their relationship, Jin had come to the realization that his lover was basically the mover of her 5 siblings, and quite honestly it bother him that she had been doing it alone for so long, since her father was a drunk and her mother up and disappeared when she was younger, so he helped the best he could. Opening his heart completely to the little kids who looked to him as a father with how much he looked after them all.

Jin walked into the boys’ room with a wide smile that only grew upon seeing the three triplets snuggled up all clad in his old shirts that they had taken to sleeping in, he moved forward and jumped happily into the bed to wake the three up with a tickle attack but when the three giggling children awoke they let out a battle cry and jumped onto his body to return the favor making him pretend to fall back with a defeated cry to indulge in the silliness, “Okay bubbas, get dressed, we got to hurry on if you want to make it to class on time.” He grinned, freeing himself from the clinging trio before walking to the girls’ room to watch his lover wake the two up with a fond smile. She stroked their hair gently and cooed their names out sweetly, getting softer when the girls looked up at her with sleepy eyes and arms held out for their mother figure.

“Come on little ones, time to get ready for daycare.” She hummed, pulling the two into her embrace and hummed as she watched Jin move into the room to pick out the girls’s outfits, as he loved doing every morning. He, of course, picked out clothes that closely resemble the clothes he had for himself, khaki skirts and blue tops for the girls, and once he picked them out he headed to get himself ready for the morning, while his lover helped the girls.

After everyone had gotten ready, Jin’s desire was fulfilled as they all matched in color scheme, and had the kids eating breakfast, Jin stepped out back to take the trash out, just barely missing the two parents arriving through the front door.

“You don’t get to come here and play parents! Okay? You birthed them, but I raised them. These are my kids. You couldn’t tell me the first thing about any of them except their names!” He heard his girlfriend scream causing him to drop the bag and run inside, he burst the door open seeing her standing protectively in front of her siblings while her two parents stood before her trying to get closer.

“They’re our kids, we have a right to them. You did a good job but we’re here now.” The mom dismissed trying to move for the youngest who had the softest spot for the parents but he hid himself behind his eldest sister.

“No, I didn't do a good job. Jin and I did a fantastic job, you don’t get to pick and choose when to be parents. We raised them, we were the ones they went to when they had a scraped knee, we were the ones to help them with homework, we were the ones who worked two jobs each just to provide for them. We are their parents, not you.” She argued back, grasping her brother's head to comfort him, Jin quickly moving his body to join hers in separating the kids from the parents.

“You can’t keep us away from our children.”

“Yes I can. I have the best lawyer in the country and no qualms with taking your asses to court.” 

“How about you let the kids decide who should be their parents?” Her mom countered, smiling smugly as she thought the kids would choose her since she birthed them. 

“Go ahead.”She hummed, backing away from her siblings to allow them the choice, but the five didn’t even let her separate, simply following her.

“Come on guys, We’re your parents!” Her father exclaimed, trying to move forward for them,  only to be shoved back by Jin,who simply raised a brow and shook his head.

“In no world would they leave us, we rebuilt the foundations you broke, we gave them stability and love, we gave them the childhood they deserve. You don’t get to pick and choose when to be parents.” Jin said sternly, before lifting his hand to point at the door firmly. “Get out of our home.”

[domwitch]

Apologies if you didn’t really want a reply about the “would you be able to be a houseperson or would you have to work” question! I consider myself a communist and have only read a bit of theory (in progress), but I’m familiar enough with some basics + good policies (universal healthcare, prison abolition, the living wage, etc.).

We have the productive capacity to provide for everyone’s basic needs currently (food, water, shelter, medical care, etc.), and under communism we’d certainly all have access to these regardless of an individual is able to work or not. A large portion of the population would still be working under communism, but people with disabilities or other needs that prevent working wouldn’t have to work, not to mention that some people with disabilities could work if they didn’t have to deal with some capitalist job demands like standing for an insane number of hours when you could do the job while sitting - grocery store check out workers (but I digress).

People with children would definitely be able to have one partner stay with the kids to raise them if the other works, and if both parents wanted to work then the government-run daycare services and schools would be able to take care of kids at times when parents are working.

Whether a couple has kids or not, the amount of work individuals would be doing under communism would be significantly less than under capitalism; let’s say a 3-day work week (as is starting to be pushed for in the few places that have already implemented the 4-day work week, imagine that) and maybe 5 hour days (as opposed to the standard U.S. 8+ hour day). A lot of jobs wouldn’t even be *needed* under communism (say, insurance companies, stock market jobs, marketing jobs for the latest capitalist products, etc. that are themselves a result of capitalism).

You wouldn’t even necessarily need a stay at home partner because both partners will be home much more (free time for general living is the name of the game when profits aren’t prioritized or health, happiness, etc.). You’d just have more time for kinky things and non kinky things alike, as it should be.

Hope you don’t mind the paragraphs! And sorry to say some things you already knew of course. I wrote more than I thought lol

- 🌀 (idk if the emoji has been previously used)

Thanks for the explanation! I'm not super familiar with communist theory other than the meaning of bourgeoisie and proleteriat, so this was enlightening to read. Also, a 3-day work week sounds so good rn 😭😭😭

[icedmetaltea]

Headcanon that in the daycare Sun will actually allow older kids and teens in. He (and Moon if awake/a separate bot) will keep an extra eye on them but if they're respectful and don't cause trouble they're free to play around for a while. Adults not really mostly because they're too big for the equipment.

Moon actually allows basically any ages as long as they're quiet; people do need a quick power nap sometimes and he's happy to provide the quiet and dark space kids and teens and even adults need to just rest their heads for a while. Plus it's a stroke to his ego that he can help even guarded adults rest. Similarly he simply asks for respect and mindfulness along with quietness

Bwaaaa love that ❤️ let the big kids NAP

[jomiddlemarch]

Because you saw me when I was invisible

“If you play along, I will buy you the biggest coffee the cafeteria has every day for the rest of my natural-born life,” Grace said as quickly and quietly as possible, trying to keep any hint of a hiss from her tone. She was asking Joel a favor, a enormous, huge, gigantic favor, and really, she’d only been about 15% nicer to him than any of the other residents, who mostly focused on buttering up the nurses, not the maintenance guys who were working third shift at the hospital as a second job, in Joel’s case, to help pay for decent daycare for his 14 month old daughter which Grace had learned by asking a few leading questions and hanging around to listen to the answers. He now had about 1.2 seconds to respond to her and she knew from experience he didn’t like to be rushed.

“Okay.”

“Yeah, I’m free tomorrow night,” she said as Cord “Pilz” Pilzkopf, the plastics resident who considered himself God’s gift to humanity, specifically women under 27, dashed into the elevator just before the doors closed. Cord had already made a series of suggestive comments she’d done her best to both ignore and jot down for a possible report to HR, but her lack of response seemed to have impelled him to more and more overt and suggestive remarks and invitations and she was positive that he’d try and use the elevator ride down to the ER to ask her out, largely because she’d overheard him explaining such a plan to his hapless intern Phaedra as she tried to figure out post-op orders for a tummy tuck yet again.

“I got a better idea,” Joel replied, taking a step closer to her as she offered Cord the slightest acknowledgement via a ponytail-bobbing head-tilt and a patently insincere smile. “Let me make you dinner and take you out for breakfast. How’s that sound?”

“Uh, hi, Grace,” Cord said, doing something with his shoulders and chin that was supposed to indicate power and physical appeal. Joel, looming over her in scuffed work boots and uniform, his collar open and sleeves rolled up, made Cord’s gesture almost amusing.

“Hi, Cord,” Grace said, angling her body away from his and towards Joel, who grinned at her and gave her a look that made her wonder if they really were playing a scene from a cheesy rom-com. Was he that good an actor?

“Don’t keep me in suspense, Gracie. You’re breaking my fucking heart, baby,” Joel said. He wasn’t touching her at all but it felt like he was and she could smell the hospital soap on his hands and a hint of his sweat and an elevator had never felt so small.

“I guess that’ll be all right,” she said. “I’m not on-call—”

“Things don’t always go to plan. If you get stuck here late, just come over whenever. I’ll keep dinner,” here he paused to linger on the word so that it was very nearly obscene, “warm for you.”

“Um, Grace, I was going to ask you—” Cord began. She had to hand it to him, he had a real set to try and pass a pass at her in front of Joel, who was doing possibly the best impression of a besotted boyfriend she had ever seen. She glanced up at Joel who somehow managed to express his intention to level up into his A+ game through his dark eyes and a fleeting flash of dimple.

“Joel, I don’t want you to go to any trouble,” Grace said, biting her lip.

“It’s not a big deal,” he said and leaned toward her, dropping his head so his lips were right by her ear and putting his hand on her hip, the slightly grubby white cotton of her lab coat providing a visual Cord couldn’t miss. “Actually, it’s a big deal. You’re a big deal to me, baby.”

He would almost be crowding her if she weren’t arching into him and she would have been embarrassed if it had been real, instead of a way to keep Cord from asking her out now or for the foreseeable future, in perpetuity, and until all existing royal clauses had expired. The elevator pinged to announce its arrival and Cord, whose mouth was definitely giving strong hooked trout vibes, shuddered and then spoke.

“Okay, this is me, uh, bye, Grace. Have a—” he broke off, evidently reconsidering making any suggestion about how her day or night might go, Joel’s hand still laying claim to her hip. Cord scuttled out and the elevator doors closed behind him.

“You can stop now, he’s gone,” Grace said.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Joel replied. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to ask you out, do you?”

“I, um, no—”

“I might actually have to thank that fucking douchebag, except that he’s clearly been making you uncomfortable for weeks, for you to say anything to me,” Joel went on. “I don’t think he’ll bother you again.”

“Oh, okay, yeah,” Grace said. She felt more flustered than she could recall in her adult life and her cheeks had to be red enough he could tell.

“You can smack me, I deserve it,” he said, dropping his hand from her hip, starting to pull back. “And don’t worry about the coffee.”

“I didn’t think you’d say yes. Or want coffee or to make dinner. Or breakfast,” Grace said. “Not for real.”

“It’s a relief to find out there is something you’re not brilliant at then,” he said.

“I am off tonight,” she offered. “And I only have leftover pho and a Lean Cuisine at my apartment, so dinner would be good. If you still, actually, wanted to.”

“I want to eat. With you. At my place,” he said, small, simple chunks of verbiage she would have to be able to grasp and process.

“That sounds good,” she said.

“You like chili and cornbread? Or I could do salmon, pasta primavera if you’re vegetarian. Whatever you like.” He finally sounded nervous. It was adorable.

“It all sounds delicious. But I can bring something over. You don’t have to cook for me,” she said.

“I want to. I want you. I want you to want to stay for breakfast,” he said.

“You keep this up, that’s a done deal,” Grace managed to say, just before his one hand was back at her hip and the other was making a mess of her ponytail and doing unspeakable things to the nape of her neck.

“I like those odds,” he whispered and then he kissed her until they reached the basement and he hit the button to bring them back up to the fourth floor. She was nearly late for rounds, except that the 4th year med student Ellie covered for her and launched into a series of riddles from a book she swore she found at Child Life. She’d already matched in derm at UCSF, so she could do whatever she liked, which was evidently helping Grace find true love.

For @pedrostories​ and the 1K followers’ celebration! I tried to use A LOT of tropes and quotes in this rom-commy, light-hearted AU.

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i mean this respectfully! How do you provide for yourself + your son w/ no income? Do you have help? My job keeps us financially comfortable but it is sucking the life out of me ignoring and (what feels like) emotionally neglecting my child for a meaningless office job 40+ hrs/wk. IDK if it's worth it anymore but i am terrified of not being able to provide. TY if you answer ❤️❤️❤️

i really like this question bc i constantly want to speak about it on my blog LMAO

i struggle hard. i get about $240 in child support a month, and if u total everything together, my car, my car insurance, gas, diapers, wipes, food after my food stamps run out, it doesn’t last long and i basically have no savings. while saying all this, before anyone attacks me for being poor and having children despite being poor, i wasn’t poor before domestic violence, and i chose my child over everything. i have always taken care of myself and my family, and now i can’t. many such cases. nothing is ever as black and white.

i will say i but my wipes and diapers from target, with a target account, so i earn money back, and whenever i earn enough back, i pick out small little toys. like he has a gardening set from target and a little car, bought entirely with points from buying diapers.

also, i have amazing friends. a little while ago, when my house flooded, a mutual sent me a large sum of money, with that money i was able to shop secondhand and purchase a lot of 2-4t clothes, meat, and things like oats, fruit i can freeze, and i’m still living off that. i do take advantage of the churches food banks (but i only take whole, real foods, never in cans or packages unless they’re like plain no seed oil raisins) not too long ago, i was able to pick out free clothes from a ministry, so i was able to get clothes that actually fit me:)

i relied on my tax return a lot for extra stuff like getting clothes, more activity sets that i don’t have to makeshift (i don’t mind doing this, like using cardboard for a little hands on activity set) but i have been “randomly selected for screening” by the IRS. LOL many such cases. i haven’t gotten my taxes at all.

basically, i struggle, and some times i get scared bc my car is old. i have amazing friends, lin, rayce, my mom LMFAOOO she’ll buy my child’s milk some times and some snacks that she knows i approve of. most importantly, i pray. and i put lots of faith in god to take care of us. i have a water dispenser, where i fill up water for around $5, three 5 gallon water containers last me around a month or so. i make my own laundry detergent, i have a costco card where i buy bulk toilet paper, use flour sacs as paper towels. i literally just try my best and it always ends up working out. i have debt for sure, like i have my car debt. but i don’t worry too much about it. i’m almost finished paying it off. i should really get into selling my precious moments figurines because i have hundreds.

thank u for such a good question. at the end of the day, i know we go without a LOT of things. but i know that gods earth is totally free, we can walk around the park and run for hours, and that’s our entertainment. i would much rather be with my child than put him in some state funded daycare and work for a dead end job that actually doesn’t care about me. i don’t pay attention to what we don’t have, but rather appreciate what we do have and love my sweet baby with all my being. i just want to be present for him. i don’t know if i’m making sense LOL. i’m sorry. but if i had to be honest, i would say, fuck a job, i’d rather be here with my son. i have been looking at farming positions, and maybe helping someone on their farm in the early mornings, i’d want to bring my child with. and at home positions (as crazy as this sounds) aren’t that much better. constantly in front of a computer would drive me absolutely batshit insane… and would still take time away from my baby. i’m just letting go and letting god. i hope this isn’t too crazy sounding :( i could rly ramble on about this topic!!!