#this is the mom that buys me pink things and girly girl stuff for my birthday

[applejongho]

when your mom hates your alt (BUT CLASSY!!!) outfit for a concert and tells you to change into an ugly fucking dress 🤩 like literally it's a grandma dress that she owns like no I'm not gonna wear that thanks 🤩

[the-ugly-ly]

you ever have the opposite where your parents don’t try and make you cis but they try and make you trans. yeah that’s what my mom did.

i wasn’t allowed to be a girl. or like girly things. or wear girly clothes or colors. talking about boys or wanting to get my nails done? lmao foreign concepts.

“you don’t like that kind of stuff” she would tell me any time i asked to play with barbies. so she’d get me fire trucks and electric guitars which are cool asf but maybe as a little girl all i wanted was to be a princess or a play with baby dolls and be a mommy.

tbf my mom never made me “a boy”, but i was never allowed to be “a girl” at least not in the ways i wanted to. i went through a period of my life from childhood well into college feeling sooo dysphoric. i used to lay in bed as young as kindergarten thinking i was supposed to be a boy all along. i used to tell myself that when i’m older i’ll just cut off all my hair and no one would know the difference. i didn’t even fucking know what genitals were.

in high school my sister relentlessly called me a “dyke” and a “butch”. i came out to my mom as bisexual and she quickly dismissed it and told me to keep it quiet. i started going by “jack” to all my friends and wearing axe and button down shirts with my long hair pulled back. by college i finally cut off all my hair. i felt so fucking free to be… i didn’t go by “he/him”, i landed somewhere on the non-binary/androgynous centre of the spectrum. i was comfortable there for a while. but during this freedom i could still feel the fucking dysphoria creeping and it came crashing when a guy looked into my face and told me i looked “like a boy in a dress”.

that comment alone catapulted me onto the other far extreme of the gender spectrum. i started growing my hair out, obsessing over my weight and my make up. i started buying pink. pink Pink PINK. everything pink. i fancied a new name for myself too… the one i’m still going by six years later.

because wouldn’t you fucking know the dysphoria WENT AWAY. not because of all the pink or because i was dressing differently. i realize that doesn’t even matter in the grand scheme… i slowly found my way back slightly towards the centre of the spectrum, not as far as non-binary/androgynous but slightly from femme. and all that time i thought the stress was coming from wanting to feel “more like a boy” like i was always told i was supposed to be. i thought i felt so wrong all the time because i was constantly trying to be a girl… but it felt so wrong because i was actually trying and failing to be a boy.

it never felt right, it was people pleasing. it was projection from my mom. it was an extension of her own childhood trauma and my grandma dressing her like a boy and her brothers like girls growing up. she fucked me up. i’m in my late twenties and i am just now connecting the dots. everytime someone calls me “she/her” and i get a wave of euphoria, the dots are connected. as a cis woman, that shouldn’t be so fucking profound to me but it is. being called pretty or when a boy holds the door open for me is so fucking profound.

i still have never gotten my nails done, and i have very few girl friends… but i make a point to gush over my silly crushes, and i spoil the little girl inside of me any chance i get. every day the dots keep connecting and i’m unlearning everything from my mother and childhood and past. idk if i’ll ever feel like “a real girl” though. which is the most bizarre realization. but i’ll never stop being true to what feels right in my body ever again. for anyone.

[lady-assnali]

Just some cute pastel girlies getting into mischief, it’s a WIP on a Tuesday! It might get expanded, it might stay this way, who knows! bc there’s no rules in my life rn, just vibes.

(Jan and Marcia are sisters, Lemon’s their cousin, the vibe is affluent New York natives and their Canadian cousin who are besties living their lives.)

💜 💛 🧡

“You can’t do that!” Marcia hisses, her head whipping around to see if anybody is watching. They’re not; the party is in full swing upstairs, and the only people around are the caterers, who are far too concerned with preparing desserts and figuring out how to cut the massive cake Jan and Marcia’s mom had ordered to notice the three teenagers huddled around their extra fridge. Jan’s shuffling things around in her backpack, making room to wrap washcloths around a bottle of top shelf rosé.

“Who says that I can’t?”

“If mom finds out we’re dead.”

“She’s not going to find out” Lemon rolls her eyes, brushing her perfect blonde to yellow ombré from her eyes. “She’s too busy talking with my mom about how nice it is that we’re all staying in the same city for school. Really, Marshie, take a breath.”

“I am breathing!”

“You’re not.” Jan pats her head lightly, adding a second bottle of pink whine to her backpack. “Besides, technically the only person who’s doing anything is me. I’m taking the alcohol, nobody will know it’s gone. You’re barely even an accomplice. You’re the graduate! And you’re the princess. Nobody’s going to tell you a single thing.”

“Yeah. You seem to forget that in my country, we’d be able to go and get our own stuff instead of drinking what your mom likes.” Lemon stacks a couple of seltzers in the font pocket of her own little bag, protected by some dish towels she’d managed to snag. The two older girls are a well-oiled machine, and Marcia continues to look around as they finish up their work. Finally, Jan zips up her backpack with a practiced ease.

“In a week it won’t matter anyway because I can buy. But I won’t buy if you’re not being safe, that’s the rule.”

“Yes mom, we get it. I’m the only one you’ll be buying for. Marshie’s too good to break the rules.”

“Leave me alone!”

“You know, your pouting’s a lot more noticeable than us walking to the fridge to get something.”

“Alright you two, lose it. We’re going to the roof and you two need to play nice until then, and if you don’t I’ll call Rosie and Goona back to share this all with me instead.” She notices Marcia’s pout and stops in her tracks, folding her hands over her chest. The caterers whir around them, stopping only once to offer them a tray of tiny, stupidly perfect strawberry shortcakes. Marcia takes two, thanks the waitress entirely too much to be subtle, and Jan grabs hold of her arm before she can say anything else.

The girls are a giggling mess as they weave through the crowd, filling their hands with desserts and waving to the crowd of people that have come to celebrate Marcia’s big day. It’s mostly adults now; her friends had come and gone, leaving for their own parties or dinner reservations while Marcia knew hers would last well into the night. It’s not as if their mother never throws parties, they’d just had a little dinner party for some charity last week. But this? This big life event, the high school graduation of her last baby? She’d really called out all of the stops for this, and although a portion of it all is certainly aimed toward showing off a little bit, Marcia truly is grateful for it all.

However, with Lemon stacking a plate high with three slices of cake and Jan stopping to chat with their incessantly chatty and passive aggressively homophobic uncle, she wants desperately to power her way through the crowd to the safety of the roof.

[nyxreads]

Why Elain?

The thing is, I used to be boyish and forced myself to love blue and black because the society has no room for girls who loves pink and sweet things. We are raised in a world where women have to fight and be a badass/girl boss like it was the only way to get myself accepted and liked by my peers. (Because being a girly women, we are prone to either mockery or be sexualized) So for years, I sticked with color blue when all I wanted was to appreciate every pink and purple things. I act tough when all I searched for was peace and feminine stuffs and activities. I played videogames, basketballs and showed them "This is me, one of the boys'" (ugh, worst phase of my life) while I also hide inside my room playing dress up games (which I immensely enjoyed).

I have to secretly watch barbie movies because I've seen people especially girls who mocked other ladies for liking them. Instead I have to watch Naruto and every anime I can't enjoy but acts like I loved it, because it's what everyone talked about. I told myself I will never ever put make up on, even when I really appreciate beauty and being girly. I rarely wore a dress way back when I was in high school(and my mom was so sad about it before) because both girls and boys at my age that time, gives me weird looks when wearing one. There's so much more I did (when I was young) that kind of ruined the "woman" inside me. I was so afraid that people will see me less.

People deemed femininity as weakness. Until I met my bestfriend who was so true to herself and wasn't ashamed of being a woman. The soft and kind one. That's when I stopped pretending to love blue and started buying pink stuffs. And up until now, I can't stop but watch barbie/ chickflick/ romcom movies, play dress up and farmville games in a crowd or private because I deprived myself from that when I was just a little girl. I stopped saying I hate flowers, and found how I really love tulips and roses. I learned cooking even when there are people telling me "women aren't limited on kitchen duties", like I know girl but I really loved it. Cooking gives me an out-of-this-world-satisfaction. I began using lipgloss/eyeshadows/moisturizer and so on, starts on wearing skirts and dresses and I swear, that was one of the most freeing thing I've ever done, and literally boost my confidence as a person. I stopped fishing for society's approval and instead started focusing on what I really love, my inner peace, my small circle of friends and enjoyed it so much. I bloomed. And I'm not saying physically, but as a person. Being comfortable with myself was one of the loveliest thing that happened to me. Don't get me wrong, I still received comments, even worse after embracing my femininity. I've been called a slut for engaging with a guy I like and who ended up being my boyfriend, other girls started a bet on when our relationship will end. Calling me ugly and unsuitable. I too, was compared to another girl who has a stronger and bolder personality (this is the girl who had a crush on my bf). I was slut-shamed when someone spread fake news of me when I turned down a guy, and these girls are saying I'm acting like an "angel" when in fact I was a "snake". And honestly, it hurts but whatever.

That is why I relate to Elain on so many levels. Just because I refused to speak (sometimes to avoid fights, and prioritize my mental health) people will call me out for being so weak and shy and coward. Just because I love girly things and prefer quiet peaceful activities, which is absolutely normal, people thinks I am less worthy than the badass ones. That I don't have any personality other than being a girl. Like it's a bad thing.

I am a woman. I love being a woman. I love cooking. I love pink. I love flowers. I love simple things. I love cottages. I love sweets. I love romance. I love love. I love giving. I love caring. I love everything that contributes on being a woman (apart from the insufferable menstrual cramps). That is why every hateful words thrown to Elain, I can't help but also be offended and take it personally because I've been there. I received such hateful comments too all because I choose who I am, what I really love.

I know not every likes her personality, but Elain represents a lot of women like me too. This is why sometimes, we can't help but defend her character because it feels like we're also defending our own. If these people see her (who mirrors us) as weak, then what more in real life, right? What more when they meet real life Elains? It's actually scary to be the little girl in a misogynistic world.

I am not simply an Elriel all because Elain and Azriel have a big chemistry and obvious connection. I am more interested in Elain's character alone, so it felt so wrong when people are wishing deaths and rape on her, calling her spineless just because she's very feminine and is being linked with Az. (Or, wanting her to be evil because that's the "only way for her to be interesting").

For the first time (in fantasy series,) this is the only time where I don't have to read about a girlboss/badass female character. (I love both personality) but nothing compares to the feeling when you can relate to the character you're reading. And I'm actually thankful Elain was created.

And yes, Elain and Az is THAT duo for me. I love them both separately and together. (I love romance, okay)

Okay, I think I'm just mumbling things. But yea. I just wanted to share this. Lol, this is really long. Apologies!

[aishabellasbigblogofeverything]

Who are your favorite black girl characters , animated or live action

Ooh! This is a good one! 

One of my favorite characters is Cinderella in the 1997 adaptation starring Brandy! It's one of my favorite movies(a lot of my favorite movies star Black girls/girls in general!), since when I was younger it gave me a boost of confidence seeing a Black girl as feminine, beautiful, graceful, and most importantly, a princess! Many young girls dream of being princesses too! Princesses aren't only white!

From my favorite book, Natasha from The Sun is Also a Star! She has a unique personality and also defies stereotypes in many ways: she is logical, is very nerdy, she's not a good singer, she's secretly afraid she'll drown(okay, maybe not EVERY stereotype), she has a hard time opening up to people but eventually she does, her favorite color is pink, and SHE'S JAMAICAN!!!! AND THERE IS PATOIS WRITTEN IN THE BOOK! LIKE HELL YEAH!!!!!(that part legitimately made me smile and excitedly show my mom like I was in 1st grade tho!) What's funny is that at first she assumes her Asian boyfriend will know about nerdy stuff, too, but he doesn't know a thing, and she ends up being surprised and explaining this stuff to him. Just a nice way of subverting stereotypes, I guess.

From an anime: S.AM. from Cannon Busters! She's a really cute robot girl who is sweet, girly, and wants to be friends with everyone. However, she also has a hidden dangerous side which comes out whenever someone threatens her and her friends. My one nitpick about her is that she has blonde hair and blue eyes. Can we please stop setting apart Black and brown characters by giving them white phenotypical features, as if those features are more magical, special, and unique(yeah, I know that Melanesians exist, but let's face it, unless it's explicitly stated in the story, we all know that's not what they're thinking of when they write it.)?! Please?! Though at least her hair is poofy and curly. So I still find her adorable.

And of course, how could I forget Princess Tiana from The Princess and the Frog? Not only does she stick to working on her career, but she gets a handsome prince and gets to get married and wear beautiful dresses, showing that you don't have to choose between a career and romantic pursuits! And her friendship with Charlotte is also sweet, especially considering the time period she lives in! What I like about Tiana is her ambition and hard work, as well as her kindness, helpfulness, and generosity. And I'm so happy to see a non-whitewashed dark-skinned Black female protagonist in media who is portrayed as attractive. Far more than you can expect from most mainstream media.

One movie I was OBSESSED with as a young Black girl was Annie. No, not the original redhead Annie, although I liked her, too. The 2014 Annie. The BLACK Annie, played by Quvenzhané Wallis. You know the one, because there's only one. The movie itself was great, especially with the energeticness and precociousness that Annie embodied, but Annie being Black gave me the representation I needed and deserved! Because of her I wore my twists out for the first time! I even revolved my entire wardrobe around what I thought Annie would wear. And I obsessively and religiously watched that movie on repeat and listened to all of their songs. I was nine, I was crazy.

There's also Cecile Rey from the American Girl book series. I like her because she's outspoken, bold, and confident, and helps Marie-Grace out of her shell. There's one badass scene where she and Marie-Grace swap places in the Mardi-Gras children's balls, which they can get away with due to wearing matching outfits(this is during segregation.). AND THEY GET AWAY WITH IT. I have a doll of her that I bought for Christmas when I was nine. I saved up my own money to buy it. I can't even kid here. I. Wanted. THAT. DOLL!!!!

Ahem. Anyway. There's this book called One Crazy Summer that details the lives of three sisters: Delphine, Vonetta, and Fern. Vonetta was always my favorite character for her wild enthusiasm and dramatic...just, EVERYTHING. I also was the most invested in her character development tbh. The books follow Delphine, though, and I started to like her and Fern as well. I wanted the next two books to focus on Vonetta and Fern respectively, but they ended up all focusing on Delphine. But I felt a close relationship to all the characters.

The Blossoming Universe of Violet Diamond. The main character is half-white but I thought I'd include her anyway since the book is all about her learning about and embracing her Black side, and getting to know some of her Black relatives. She also has a really beautiful name!

Zoe from Dork Diaries. A good friend who, like Chloe, always supported Nikki!

Penny Proud from The Proud Family, who is not only the main character but is my favorite character in the entire show! Super relatable and I loved the episode on slut-shaming.

Now, kids shows:

Iridessa was my favorite fairy in Disney Fairies

Nikki in Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse(and any Black Barbie tbh)

Princess Pea in Super Why!

Sasha in Bratz

Orange Blossom in Strawberry Shortcake

Jackie in Cyberchase!

Black girls in webcomics! My favorite is this obscure webcomic I don't know if a lot of people know called Princess Love-Pon! It's Magical Girl, which is my favorite genre ever! And is about a girl named Lia Sagamore who, due to her pure heart, is gifted the ability to become a cute warrior in petticoats named Princess Love-Pon! It's pretty obvious, really, but it's also a heartwarming story that has love, friendship, and romance, femininity as power, and also a diverse cast, with Lia's main friend group composing of an Afro-Latina best friend and a Japanese girl. Also has interracial relationships!

Another Magical Girl webcomic starring Black girls is Adorned By Chi! It takes place in Nigeria and is about a college student named Adaeze Adichie and her group of friends who fight monsters that are plaguing the planet. All of these girls are Black and there is also a Black guy who is the love interest! Adaeze is sweet, soft, sensitive, and feminine, and is prone to anxiety and crying, something which is not only personally relatable to me, but allows for stereotypes to once again be destroyed!

Undine Wells from Sleepless Domain. She has a nice design, a sweet and endearing personality, and has water powers! Her blue hair and eyes remind me of a character I created for one of my stories who, obviously, is also a Black girl. And not only that, but she's a femme lesbian who gets with her best friend Kokoro. So triple representation of a Black, female, AND gay character!

And Talia from LoliRock! I can't even choose which of the three girls is my favorite because I love them all, but this blog is about Black girls so I'm talking about her. She's a very interesting character with a tragic backstory. I won't spoil it, but despite being serious and cold on the outside, she is romantic and affectionate on the inside, and cares deeply about her friends and loved ones. She is also a good leader due to her dispassionate nature, and is the strategic problem-solver among the group.

Zuri from Hair Love, a short film about a little Black girl learning to love her hair, as her dad learns how to style it. One of the few pieces of Black media I've seen in which the mother is darker-skinned than the father. If you haven't seen it, then stop reading this and go see it now.

Young child me was also obsessed with A.N.T. Farm, starring China Anne McClain, so I'm definitely adding China to the list. I wanted to be a singing and musical prodigy because of her. She was such a talented, funny, and larger-than-life character, she CARRIED the show!

Basically any role Zendaya played(minus Zoey in Zapped!), such as Rocky in Shake it Up! and K.C. in K.C. Undercover.

And I can't believe I brought up a Brandy role and neglected to mention Moesha! Moesha is such an admirable character for her confidence and supportiveness of her friends, not to mention her feminism! It's an old show from the 90s, and yet it feels nostalgic even though I didn't watch it when I was younger, but more recently. Weird.

All the girls on The Bernie Mac Show, but especially Vanessa. I loved her character development and how she went from just being a bratty teenage daughter to a mature young woman.

Aaaaaaaand, that's just about it! I never thought I'd have this much! Please check out these works of media, it would mean everything to me! I know I inevitably forgot some but I'll be sure to follow up if I do! Reblog or reply with your own Black female characters whom you love and remember! Black girls are everything!

[pretty-pink-seaslug]

crystalviolin321 -> pretty-pink-seaslug (I BEEN USING CRYSTALVIOLIN FOR TOO DAMN LONG!!)

art blog @pretty-groovy-seaslug

main/introduction + dni post it's party time

Do not mint my shit as NFTs 👹

Super Gals pic from wallpaper cave until I can make an edit for this post

Hi welcome to my humble abode <33

Info abt me:

• I’m Slug! (not my irl name, obvi) I used to go by CV but I am SO tired of that username yall dont even know— (also I named my bww main oc Crystal so now there's finally a separation between us) You can call me Slug, Kiki, or any nice nickname really (maybe even a term of endearment??? 😳)

• My fandoms are: Balan Wonderworld, NiGHTS series, Sonic The Hedgehog, Sugar Sugar Rune (not sure if it has a fandom but I am OBSESSED with it's world building and concepts, literally the job in my BWW au is inspired by it!!) Angel Hare, No Straight Roads, and Jet Set Radio, this will absoluetly be updated as soon as I get and finish BRC.

• I’m a Biromantic Asexual! Recently have been questioning if I might be queerplatonic,,, (I think I am tbh)

• I am of the legal age in America, I’m currently 19! My birthday is March 2nd (Pisces gang 😎♓️)

• I am black as hell (Dad told me I’m Part West Indian aka Jamaican and mom told me I’m also part Native American, Blackfoot to be specific, tho I don’t really know for certain because I never got a heritage test)

• I am diagnosed with Depression and ADHD, got those diagnoses through my IEP back in like 6th grade I think (I need to hit up a psychiatrist ASAP because there’s like a 98% chance I have autism tbh and I FOR SURE need antidepressants—)

• I am female, cis and an all original pretty girl ☆ヾ(-∀・)*+☆

• You can reply to my vent posts so long as you're nice and understanding!

• I used to say I was specifically into Gyaru fashion but that’s not the case anymore and hasn’t been for a long, long time— I love fashion as a whole! A fashionista if you will B) I’m mainly into Gyaru fashion but I also like Y2K (let's be honest lol Y2K and Gyaru are making out in the broom closet), Decora, McBling, been kinda digging Emo lately or Vamp whatever it’s called— aaand yeah just, fashion ✨

• I've literally had this blog since I was like 11, do not go too far into my posts because, as anyone does, there are posts I deeply regret </3 (now whether I apologize for them or not is a different story)

• I have a very strange taste in music compared to other girlies by the looks of it— I love Breakcore, Lolicore, Raggacore, DnB, Hyperpop (AS LONG AS IT HAS GOOD VOCALS, I RARELY HAVE HEARD A HYPERPOP SONG WHERE THE VOCALS WERENT STRAIGHT CHEEKS.) Trap, JERSEYYY <33333, Future Funk, French House, and others I can't think of off the top of my head rn. Pretty pink audiophiliac! <3

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#lol ignore me - Basically my misc tag, like my random shit and memes n stuff

#matc and #Maki and The Creeps - A lil original franchise kinda thing I have going on, going thru an overhaul so stay tuned!!

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#Aesthetica - things I reblog for the ✬Aesthetic✬, my blog usually doesn't follow the aesthetic tho so really just aesthetics I happen to like lol

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➸ You’re a Misogynist

➸ You’re a Misandrist

➸ You write and/or reblog rape (no trauma or anything just personal preference, I'm sure you understand <3)

➸ You wish to have sexual interactions (This is self explanatory.)

➸ You unironically hate a certain group of people because they’re not like you, just go take adderall and breathe air, get a job or smth

➸ You’re into cringe culture (again this is self explanatory.)

➸ You send death threats to people or tell them to “kys” unironically

➸ any type of phobic (Acephobic, transphobic, homophobic, biphobic, etc etc)

➸ A trump supporter or Nazi/Neonazi or whatever y’all are using now idk

➸ A Terf or whatever y’all use to identify yourselves

➸ A Fujoshi/Fudanshi (freak.)

➸ a pedo or a pedophilic defender, bitch you are not Nicki Minaj

➸ A Kpop stan (not sure if it's much of a thing like it used to be back in the terrible twitter days but just incase!)

➸ in general part of stan culture (A Kpop stan like mentioned above, a Dream stan, a Nicki stan, etc etc)

➸ ddlg/mdlb/cgl(re)/(nsfw)agere or whatever tf y’all are calling yourselves, you're weird.

➸ you’re proship/anti-anti or whatever tf y’all call yourselves idk just fuck off or smth

➸ Zoophiles (Self explanatory!)

➸ You mint shit that isn’t yours as NFTs/support NFTs

➸ You're one of those Ai art supporters/techbros

I can also just block you because I want to

°°° other than that, have fun in my pretty little blog! great to have you <3

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Hey, it's me again, I hope you are still open for requests! You said I could ask for Mic content and, if I still can, what about some DadMic headcanons, with his own child and/or an adopted one?! Which one you prefer is fine! I hope you are doing well and thank you for the opportunity you gave me! Take care 💗

A/N: Hey you!! Thank you for requesting, it means a lot that you like my present mic work. And yes, you most definitely can have some DadMic headcanons. If you have any more requests just let me know. I did hours worth of homework and it deleted so i’m kind of like forget school and imma become a professional headcanon writer so honestly hit me up with as much stuff you want :)))))))

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(i kind of wrote this like you are in the ages of like 6-10 so just keep that in mind)

-I feel he would have his child out of wedlock, maybe when he was younger out partying things got a little crazy then bam, next thing he knows he has a child with no mom and no idea what to do.

-cAlLs AizAwa 

-No but He’s a great Dad honestly, although he's clueless sometimes, he tends to figures things out fairly quickly

- At first it was really hard for him since he had this baby, a new hero career, and the whole world trashing on him, he totally broke down a few times and wanted to give up. BUt aizawa and his other friends helped him through and encouraged him

-You’re his little sunshine and HE LOVeS yoU tO death

-calls you literally any pet name that is very soft and cute and innocent

-He buys evErything for you, i swear! If you just look at something for more than two seconds, it’s in his cart and he’s buying it for you

-”dad you don-”

-”shh pumpkin, let daddy buy it for you.”

-your room is filled with what every girl wants to have

-He learns to do your hair, no matter the texture or thickness or length, he’ll watch youtube videos and figure it out

-he lets you do his hair as well, braiding it, curling it whatever, he’s totally fine with it. JuSt DoNt CUt iT

-New school year and you need new clothes?? Yeah over 1,000 dollars worth of stuff brought.

-speaking of school, sometimes you get comments and stuff from teachers or students because you might not look like him or because you don’t know who your mom is, ect.

-At first when you were younger, it didn’t hurt you, you couldn’t understand that anyways, but as you started to get older it affected you more and more until one day you came home crying to present, and it literally breaks his heart

-”Daddy, why isn’t my skin as light as yours, and my hair isn’t as thin? The other kids make fun of me for it...it really hurts me. And WHere is mom? Does she not love us? You’re really sweet i don’t know why she doesn’t want to be with you…”

-”why are you asking this?”

-”The kids and teachers at school…”

-RAGE MODE ACTIVATED

-He literally storms down to your school and demands that the questions and comments stop or he’s going to press charges

-Never ever was asked about any of those things again...well, more or less, sometimes you hear teachers or students whispering or makings sly comments but you chose to ignore those things 

-”DONT YOU EVER TALK TO ME OR MY LITTLE CUTIE PIE EVER AGAIN.”

-HUGs!! He hugs you like all the time everyday when he sees you. Like it’s his way it’s saying i love you although he screams that to you all the time

-”Y/N MY LITTLE GIRL,” *jump hugs* “I LOOOOOOOVveevVVEVVEvevV Ee YOuuUUUUUUOoUUUU”

- PROTECCS YOU AT ALL COSTS

-Like when the world found out that he had a kid, and he was still kind of a kid himself with a just starting a career, he kind of got shitted on a whole lot...by everyone and the press is always writing stories and stuff so when you were old enough to read or understand some stuff he’d often keep TV off or keep you away from the press and media although that became harder when you had to go outside and go to school but as much as he can limit that crazy stuff you see, he’ll do it.

-He makes sure you can defend yourself and as soon as you get your quirk, he’s training you. He will never push mega hard however he makes sure that the training is vigorous enough that when danger comes...you’re ready 

-Being a pro hero’s child can mean you’re in a lot of danger, people want to kill or kidnap you to hurt the hero so he’s constantly worries and on you about safety

-If your quirk is similar to his, skskkdnjsk he literally will SCREEEEEEEE, he thinks it’s so awesome you have a quirk like his and he will make sure that the both of you will annoy Aizawa 

-As much as Hizashi spoils you, you had to grow up a whole lot quickly. Even though he’s an underground hero and kinda works on his on time, his job is still quite demanding and he has to be gone a lot so that means you need to learn how to cook, clean, do your homework, etc. on your own so if anything happens (god forbid) you know how to take care of yourself. when you were younger tho he’d have a babysitter/nanny to look and take care of you while he’s at work

-Although when he is home he cooks and does all of that stuff. HE'S A REALLY GOOD COOK??????? Like seriously and don’t let me get started on the pastries he makes...mmmm yummm…

-only burnt down the kitchen once...Don’t tell Aizawa plez ;-;

-He actually feels very very bad about leaving you at home a lot with responsibility, he’s all about fun and really just being a kid so he always apologizes to you and plans something super fun when he’s off of work. Like laser tag, going out for ice cream, or just building forts at home. He makes sure you have a balance

-He might’ve brought you a puppy so you would have a friend, you let him name the puppy and now you have a “Mr.Ruffkins” running around your house

-He let’s you have girls night which is basically just you and him and sometimes a friend, and you guys just paint each other nails, put bows in each others hair, all the girly stuff,  and just talk about anything. 

-It’s his way i guess to make up for the mother-daughter time you don’t have in your life

-Cute picnics at the park with a bunch of snacks and you guys will just feed the little duckies and animals 

-Brings you around his agency or to his radio show all the time, like everyone that works there knows and loves you a whole lot. You even have a mini cute pink desk with a name tag on it.

-You have a little segment on his show called “LittleMic and PresentMic” and you guys just talk about crazy weird stuff and reach out to single Dads who are also raising up kids. It’s super cute i swear.

-Aizawa is your tired uncle that says he hates coming over but he comes over like everyday and eats all your food while watching TV on the couch 

-He’s the best uncle though but he’s super blunt. So sometimes you go to him for advice or just to talk. He adores you though and checks on you while DadMic is at work or something. 

-Aizawa call you “Kiddo” or “littleMic” or just “y/n”

-Present lets you pick out his new tattoos, and one time he let you draw one….now he has a crooked purple butterfly on his arm...it’s all good tho

-Father daughter danceeeeee ya ya ya! You guys bring the moves and the music to the dance floor like get out the mf way swines.

-He picked out your dress and you picked out his suit, he even let you do a little man bun

-sometimes when you guys are just chilling at home, you will play some of your favorite classics, and you will step on his feet and he’ll dance, you guess may have fell like twice.

-speaking of music and dancing, he will turn up all of the pop jams that you love (slipping some of his rock n’ roll faves) THROW candy all through out the house and both of you are dancing in weird costumes while singing

-”I LOOOOOOOOvvEEEE ROcKKK N ROLLLLL SO PUT ANOTHER DIME IN THE JUKE BOX bAE bEEEEEEBHEDB”

-You are very much involved in music and he showed you how to make your own mixtapes, playlists, and how to DJ on your own

-piggy back rideeeesss yuuuuhhhhh. When you’re feeling sad he randomly picks you up, twirls you onto his back and runs around the house yells

-”WOOOOOSSSHHHHHH MEGA JET FLYING A SAD PASSENGER, MOVE OUT OF THE WAY WOOOOOSSHHHSHSH”

-Usually does this until you’re laughing and playing along with him

-”KrrSHH THIS IS FLIGHTER PILOT Y/N WITH MY  TRUSTY JET YAMADA ON MY WAY TO DESTROY THE ENEMY PLANE, ANyoNE copPY?”

-one time you like dressed up like him for halloween and it was lit. hair somehow slicked up, black leather jacket and some headphones...wooo child you looked cool

-”PRESENT MIC MAY I GET YOUR AUTOGRAPH???”

-”nO PapArazzi PleAse”

-I feel as though you’d be bilingual, Japanese and English. I feel at home it’ll lean more towards English although there’s a hint of Japanese in there

-He rarely gets mad at you but if he did, it’s probably because you put yourself in danger or something of that sorts

-If you cannot sleep, he’ll let you sleep with him and he’ll have blue clues playing in the bakground to help “sooth you” (he enjoys that show very much”

-”THE CLUE IS RIGHT THERE BLUEEEE”

-”dad? I-”

-Tells you stories about his high school/early life and gives you advice

-”in conclusion do not throw a pumpkin at a security guard or you might get hurt...okay love bug?”

-The sweetest thing ever, like he randomly makes weird faces or says random things to make you laugh

-Forehead kisses or little cheek kisses

-Twirls you around and says “Ah my little princess looks lovely today”

-OMG TICKLE FIGHTS I SWEAR YOU’RE GASPING FOR AIR SOMEONE HELP YOU BUT LIKE ITS FUN

-You help him choose outfits when he’s indecisive

-”take away the scarf and go with the graphic tee and maybe the black boots instead of the red ones”

-”Look at my child, a fashion Icon.”

-He let you decorate the house so now there’s glitter, pink stuff, rainbows and sparkles all around the house but it’s super cute. 

-Many cute photos of you guys in macaroni picture frames.

-HE TAKES PICTURES OF EVERYTHING LIKE STACKS OF PHOTOS SMHHH TAKE THE CAMERA AWAAAAYYYYY

-Being Present’s Child would be super cute and mega fun. He’s one of the most interactive loving dads out there, you would never feel lost or lonely for a second. Seriously he is the dad that we all wanted/ needed as a kid lmao. 

[angeldolanx]

Chapter 23. /- treat yourself/

01.03.'20

"You need to tell everything" said Corinna probably the 5th times today. I felt bad for not spending as much time with her like before, so I thought we could have a little girly day. We went to get our lash extensions done first, and later went to a restaurant for launch.

" What do you wanna hear?" I asked while we sat in the restaurant's balcony and read the menu to try to pick something for myself.

"First are you together? Like official?"

"No, I mean I don't know. We never said we are a couple, but we act like it" I replied that made her frown her brows. " I am gonna be gone in less then a year Corinna, maybe it's gonna be easier if it's not official or I don't know. It's hard" I sighed.

"A million and one people lives in a long distance relationship even from their husbands. It can work" she shook her head.  "Of course it's not gonna be easy, but I think you two can work it out. "

"We will see I guess."

Our depressing conversation thank god was interrupted by the waiter who took our orders. I hate that I always need to worry about something in every single one of my life stages. I can't wait for the moment when I live with my husband in a happy relationship while I am pregnant in our home somewhere and I don't need to worry about whats gonna happen in a year or two.

Everytime I thought about the end of the year, when I am gonna go home, I wanted to stop the time and didn't wanted to realize that the weather is started to get warmer as we went to the spring. I don’t even wanna think about how fast time can go and all I’m gonna realize soon is that it’s summer and there is the winter when I leave everything here. I always tried to not talk about it to anyone, and even if I thought about it I tried to distract myself. It was easier like this.

"When you first mentioned Grayson as a "celebrity crush" I've never have thought that he is gonna be your almost boyfriend a year later" grinned Corinna and took a sip from his limonade.

"I secretly hoped" I bit my lip, while my eyes moved from Corinna to the streets behind her. I saw myself from one year ago on those streets, I was so lost and didn't know what's the future is gonna bring. She would probably look at my today self as I laugh carefree in a restaurant's balcony and be jealous as hell. " You know I always love to get what I want."

" You need to teach me this" she laughed.

"You should be more confident first. The boys love that, and the girls gonna hate you for that " I said. I really thought this is the case though for real. I realized when I started to take care of myself and of my body it had a good impact on my life. I hate hearing things from teenagers like, omg I hate myself, I am ugly or anything. I never in my life said the word ugly to myself, I love myself way too much to say that and no one should do it either. If you don't love yourself first nooe can either. You need to accept how you look and then show the word how unique and beautiful you are. No not perfect, but beautiful. And it's not about weight, height or hair or skin color. It's about you.

After we finished our lunch we ended up going to the mall. We looked around in a few shops and bought some things, since the spring and summer was already on our neck. Every time there is a gap between meeting Corina I always realize why is she my best friend. Maybe if she wasn't here, I would have never end up with Grayson and my life would be a lot more boring in general. I was glad she was in my life.

Our last destination was a Victoria's Secret store. Corinna already teased me for even coming here, but I just tried to handle her and say I only wanna see the Pink sanction for some lounge wear to the house. Her grin was not even surprising when I ended up at the sexy lingerie section after the hoodies were in my hands.

" Is the prince has a  specific desire?" asked Corinna jokingly.

"I buy this for myself, you fool " I rolled my eyes. I didn't even wanna mention that her sentence made me remember that Gray's favorite lingerie color is red, so I looked in that direction more. When I found a really cute and scandalous two peace and searched for my size, I gave my stuff to Corinna and went to the dressing room with it in my hand.

I really liked how the lingerie fit me, after I put it on and looked at  myself in the mirror. It had enough push up to make my boobs look bigger and rounder, and since the whole thing was lace, from close not much left to the imagination either on the high waisted thongs, but maybe enough to Grayson to make his imagination move around a bit. So with these thoughts in my mind I picked up my phone from my bag and stepped in front of the mirror. I pushed my hips slightly to the side, squeezed my stomach in and placed the other hand in my hair that I throw to one side. After I took a few picture I dressed up and I ended up sitting down in the dressing room to pick my favorite photo, that I could send to him.

Me: I like this set :) - I added the innocent massage next to it and bit my lip as I pressed the send button. I ended up putting my phone in my bag and was not even surprised on Corinna's angry look, because she needed to wait for me so much. I just took my stuff from his hands and went to the cashier with her on my side.

We spent the whole day walking around, it was not surprised that we ended up tired a bit so from the shop we went straight to Corinna's car.

While she concentrated to driving I took my phone again and opened Grayson's massage to my photo.

Grayson: how many times do you wanna cum today?

His massage made my stomach flip and I needed to press my thighs together while I tried to hold back my giggle. I bit my lip to cover that stupid grin on my face, and shook my head because of his crazy massage.

Me: since I sleep at Corinna's today, ew none - I replied since I promised her that this whole day is hers without boys.

Grayson: i hope you wish i was in you right now, angel

First I just saw the massage but then when the picture popped up I thought, fuck it, I am coming over for an hour. For real though, his massage and the picture sent tingling feeling all over my body. He really knew how to hit back because of my picture. He looked like a fucking goddess, and even the thought that he was sweaty from working out but he probably would look like this after a few hours with me in the bedroom too, made me really wish to sleep in his house today instead of Corinna's.

"God, M" said suddenly Corinna.

"Hm?"

"I need a man he makes me grin on my phone like you now " she looked at me.

"Shut up. How do you know I'm not texting to i don't know, my mom?"

"Probably because it's in the middle of the night in Hungary and I am sure you are not blushing from your mom's massages" she laughed.

"I am not" I giggled and checked myself in the car's mirror to make sure my foundation covered my red face well. "I don't know what you are talking about" I added when I saw everything is fine and the coverage saved me from getting caught.

"I fucking know you" she rolled her eyes and just shook her head while laughed at me for not admitting that she was right. I was glad he didn't saw Gray's massages.

Me: fuck..i wish - I replied to Grayson and ended up putting my phone away before anything else happens. I didn't wanted to talk about it more with Corinna either.

We planned that our night is gonna be a lazy chilling night. We watched a movie, but we basically didn't even payed attention because we kept talking next to our glass of rose. We really needed to catch up in a lot of things even though we always talked on the phone every day, but it was not the same.

Our night turned a bit crazy probably around two am when we got tipsy and went down in our pjs to in front of Corinna's house, where were a playground with a swing. It was probably ten years ago when I set in a swing the last time, but I really enjoyed how the wind caught my hair when I pushed myself away. That's why I loved being around Corinna. I never had to control myself, I just knew I can do anything, she is gonna understand it and probably do the same thing. We completed each other and I was really grateful for her stepping into my life. There was a phase in my life when I haven't really had real friends. I've had a lot of buddys, but I felt like if i would be in trouble the only people I could have called is my family. Now I know the error wasn't in me, I just didn't searc in the right place.

"Are you in love, like for real?" she asked now in a more serious voice. I smiled and slowed down with my swing till we both stopped and just sat next to each other while we talked.

" I am really into him. It's crazy " I giggled.

" It's fine, I am happy for you. You really deserve it finally."

"It's just new and weird. I don't need to play around and I just know he loves me and I never experienced anything like this " I replied. The light smile never faded from my face every time I thought about him and I wished he would be in front of me just to give him a big hug. Only a few days went since we saw each other, but I already felt like I started to miss him. We loved that both of us had their own life, we don't spent every single day together and still had time to everyone else around us.

"The strong and independent M, who is now melting from a boy. Who would've thought?" 

- treat yourself√

[odaatlover]

thanks for the response about the gender reveal party! i hope i didn’t offend you or anyone!!! i can see where they may seem weird and how it is a trendy fad thing. choosing to word it as “choosing your gender” was insensitive on my part and i apologize! i meant to word it as as long as you love your child no matter what happens or who they love or who they truly realize they are then that’s all that matters. i guess on the flip i can see the excitement for new parents. personally it would be very difficult for me to not know the gender of my baby but i also wouldnt raise them strictly in the common female stereotype, if that makes sense. i get where you’re coming from and i’ll definitely be thinking about it more. i’ve always been a bit confused on “what if i were to have a child would i have a gender reveal party and if i would would i call it that or call it something different since they don’t know who they are yet” thanks again and i really hope i didn’t offend anyone or you- that was my last intentions!

You didn’t offend me! And I don’t think there’s a problem with wanting to know your child’s anatomy. By all means, go get an ultrasound and ask your doctor. Let them tell you what’s between their legs. But the whole making a huge thing about it with blue/pink balloons or confetti or all that other ridiculous stuff is definitely for social media purposes. It doesn’t do anything with the connection of the child or your relationship with them at all except possibly damage it by making their life harder if they’re not cis. “My parents were so excited that I was born a girl/boy that they threw a PARTY over it...how can I tell them that I’m not? I can’t ever tell them that, they’ll be so disappointed in me.” That’s the narrative you’re setting for your relationship with your child — that their gender is so important to you that if they’re anything but you’ll be upset and not accept them. And why are we even still equating blue with boy and pink with girl in 2021 anyways? Colors have no gender, even though some people still like to think so. It’s truly annoying how much we still gender inanimate objects.

If you’re still confused on whether or not to have a gender reveal party, ask yourself why you want to have one. And the answer isn’t just “to know the gender” because you can know the anatomy without a party — your doctor can tell you in the office. Ask yourself why you want to make a huge celebration about it. Why do you want to celebrate your child having either a penis or vagina? It doesn’t mean they’ll want to play with dolls or toy cars, or that they’ll wear dresses or button ups, or even that they’ll be a mini version of you. When you get excited about the gender, you start envisioning those things for your child and in the end all you do is disappoint yourself when they end up not being that way. You’re not giving your child a blank canvas to start with, you’re giving them pre-determined futures based on what’s between their legs. As a trans person, I’m begging you not to do that. If you’re genuinely excited about them having a penis or vagina for some odd reason, then sure celebrate that I guess. But don’t for a second think that it means blue or pink, dresses or button ups, long or short hair, cheerleading or football...it doesn’t mean any of that. And you may say “as long as we love and accept them why does it matter?” And the answer to that is, why do you have to “accept” them for going down a different path than the one you set for them in your biased mind? Why do you have to make it harder on them by setting expectations before they’re even born? Why not let them figure out who they are without it being more difficult? Wouldn’t you agree that it would be much easier to figure out your sexuality if you hadn’t grown up being told that you were supposed to like men or women? Wouldn’t it have been much easier and less painful if you didn’t have to unlearn something that you had been told was true about you by other people but was never true at all? Well, multiply that by a lot — because it’s much harder to figure out your gender than your sexuality — and that’s what you’d be doing to your child. You’d be making their life so much harder than it needs to be by celebrating what’s between their legs and equating that with the kind of person they will be. If you truly want to do what’s best for your child, then learn what genitals they have so you can prepare for the body they will have, but don’t decide who they will be for them.

And I’m not saying you have to give them a gender neutral name or call them by gender neutral pronouns, but just know that whatever name or pronouns you give them might not be permanent, but rather just a starting point. They have the choice to keep them or change them. And buy them clothes and toys and all that stuff, but give them options. Buy them dresses and button ups. Kids know pretty early what they do or don’t like. When I was 2 I would scream whenever my mom tried to put me in a dress, and when my hair got long I wouldn’t let anyone put it up because I thought it looked too girly. And I had one doll ever when I was 2 and never played with it, and I always wanted the toys my boy cousins would play with because I liked those better personally. Listen to your child on those things, don’t force them to try to like anything and give them options. Buy them dolls and toy cars for their first birthday so they can figure out what they like more. Show them long and short hairstyles to see which one they like better. Show them that boys can do ballet and girls can do sports because none of those things have gender. I think that’s the best route to go down as a parent, and you would be the best parent ever!

And if you still consider having a gender reveal party, then ask yourself one more thing: would you be willing to do it and not take any pictures or videos to post anywhere so that way the child never has to see it or even know that it happened, and you can just have the memory of it? If you answered “Heck no videos and pictures are the whole point” then your reasons for doing it are definitely the wrong ones.

Hope that helps!

[ali-lie]

The Smartest of the Danvers Sisters part 2 (a B!D series)

You woke up in your bed the next day at 06:55 am just 5 minutes shy of your regular schedule, you were feeling as lot better than before if you took it easy going to school would be an option as long as you took it easy, after all you had a big reason to keep a perfect attendance, a 6ft tall reason, then as you started to wipe out the night gunk from your eyes you noticed something, something that made you freeze mentally and physically.

A t-shirt.

A large Gray t-shirt.

A large Gray t-shirt that you had bought for your girl friend Elena, and you were sure it was hers because, one, it smelled like her, old spice scent mixed with blue berry shampoo, two, to the best of your knowledge neither of your sisters had a t-shirt like this, Kara was all about cardigans and one pieces, total girly stuff, and it was in a really good condition to be Alex’s, that girl went through clothes quite fast given how she couldn’t be bothered to give a flying frick about them, and lastly, you had enjoyed removing it last week when both of you had gone to her home.

And that could mean only one thing, Elena had been here, and she had met your sisters - also Maggie and Lena, but they weren’t a cause for worry right now - closing your eyes you summed up your current predicament in the most articulate manner you could, “SHIT!”

picking up a baby pink apple cut Shirt and dark blue jeans to wear for today you casually got out of your room and paced towards the bathroom, for which you’d have to go through the living room/dining hall, you tried to act as nonchalant as you could but you felt all the eyes on you, and before you could make your way to your  desired sanctuary Alex called you out.

“Sweetie Y/N, how are you feeling now?” she strode towards you and checked your temperature by placing her hand on your forehead, finding that your fever had went down she gave you a slight smile and went back to setting the table for breakfast, you knew your sisters and you knew the bomb would be dropped at the right moment - at least as far as they were concerned - so savoring what time you did have you rushed into the bathroom and took a long hot shower.

When you came out and sat down for the breakfast no one said anything, and that rung warning bells in your minds louder than a nuclear plant would in case of an accident, your family, especially Kara were chatterboxes and when you had just bounced back from being sick they’d chatter extra fast to make up for any deficit, but right now your family was quieter than a grave yard.

And then Lena being the Luthor she was pulled the pin from the grenade, “So Y/N did you sleep well?”

In any other house hold that’d be a perfectly normal question, so mundane that it’d be taken for granted, but not in your house, not with you, last time you didn’t get a good night’s sleep you had raised an unholy hell, your sisters, their girlfriends and rest of the super friends were shocked by your display, and they definitely hadn’t expected the growling demonic voice that had escaped your throat when Kara had tried to remove you from your bed by pulling on your PJ’s with her super strength but had only managed to tear the said PJ’s because how tightly you had held onto the bed.

so your carefully replied in a cheerful tone, “Of course, the best I’ve had as of late, all thanks to you guys! how about a party tonight? Pizza’s Potstickers and everything? on me obviously” you had laid it as thick as you could, and hopefully preemptively neutralized whatever Kara would have followed with.

“That’s a good thing, though i must say you were in a deep slumber, given not even your princess charming’s magic wasn’t able to wake you up yesterday when you smooched her” Unfortunately the strike didn’t come from Kara but from Alex, which was odd, and dangerous, Alex did not followup Lena unless it was a life or death situation, it simply did not happen they were like the two heads of a runespoor which always fought about well... everything - Kara being the third dopey head that did whatever she wanted to because .... she could - you quickly took a spoon full of cereal and stuffed your mouth with it buying yourself a minute to think up an appropriate response.

Well if your family was going to change their pattern today then it was just fair you returned the favor, you swallowed the morsel in your mouth and began, “Mum’s coming over this weekend, how about I call over Elena for dinner? we’ll sort it out for once and for all.”

Both Kara and Alex looked surprised, you weren’t the kind of person to delay talking about any issue with your family, in fact you made it a point to sit with them every alternative weekend and talk about any and all emotional baggage they wanted to.

But then something else struck them, they thought they knew everything about you, but it was starting to be quite evident you weren’t simply their dimply baby sister who would follow them like a duckling followed it’s mother, you had grown older, soon to be adult and now they didn’t know how much of what they knew was just their own assumptions and how much the truth.

You didn’t wait for them to reply instead simply placed your bowl in the sink, took your bag and rushed out for school.

At school you met Elena who gave you a soft smile when she saw your hunched shoulders, and you both went to your class with a companionable silence.

at lunch when you both were heading to the cafeteria to meet your friends you broke the news to her, “Elena, umm I need you to come over this weekend after what happened yesterday, my family wants to meet you, also my mom would be there”.

She paled a little, and then after heaving a soft sigh she took a deep breath and looking you into the eye she said, “7:30 in the evening works?”

You gave her a toothy smile, dimples and all then standing on your toes, you gave a chaste kiss on her cheeks simply replying “works perfectly.”

Though internally you thanked whatever was looking out for you and most importantly you couldn’t help but fall over your five ft lesbian ass in love all over again with the jolly green giantess who deserved the sun the moon and all the stars the universe had and then some.

[lyricfulloflight]

50 Questions!!!

That’s a lot of questions folks!

I was tagged by @hellfre (thank you my dear!)

1. What is the colour of your hairbrush?

Pink.  I am not a pick girl, but its a good hairbrush, so who cares what colour it is, right?

2. Name a food you never eat:

Olives.

3. Are you typically to warm or too cold?

Generally too warm.

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Writing chapter 10 of ‘An Omega’s Worth’ and listening to Hans Zimmer scores :)

5. What’s your favourite candy bar?

Wunderbar

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports game?

Yes. Baseball, Canadian football and tennis.

7. What was the last thing you said out loud?

"Is everything quiet?” To my husband (asking if our kids were sleeping)

8. What is your favourite ice cream?

Mint chocolate chip

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

Apple juice

10. Do you like your wallet?

Yes!  It has owls all over it.  Super cute.

11. What was the last thing you ate?

Cookies

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

Has anyone???  I haven’t been clothes shopping in a while.

13. What’s the last sporting event you watched?

I’ve been watching tons of Olympic clips on youtube lately.  I think the last one I watched was synchronized diving from the 2012 London games.

14. What is your favourite flavour of popcorn?

Kettle corn (if that’s not a thing where you are its salty and sweet and amazing).

15. Who is the last person you sent a text message to?

My husband.

16. Ever go camping?

Yup.  Went last summer with my family.  Kids are finally old enough to go.

17. Do you take vitamins?

Not right now.  I have in the past.

18. Do you go to church every Sunday?

No.  I’m an atheist.

19. Do you have a tan?

I’m getting a bit of one from walking home from work.  But really.  Too early in the year for that here.

20. Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza?

Pizza.  But to be fair you cannot get good Chinese food where I live - if I had the option of good Chinese food, I might feel differently.

21. Do you drink your soda through a straw?

Sometimes.  I don’t drink much soda at all.

22. What colour socks do you usually wear?

Whatever colour.  I’m not picky.

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

Sure. 5-10km above the speed limit is acceptable on major roads.  I’m not a frequent speeder, but I have done it.

24. What terrifies you?

Death.  Scorpions.

25. Look to your left. What do you see?

My dining room table and all the clutter on top of it

26. What chore do you hate most?

Vacuuming.

27. What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent?

I think about how everything is Australia is trying to kill you... or how hot it is there (and why I would never go there on vacation for that reason)

28. What’s your favourite soda?

Cherry Dr. Pepper

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru?

Drive throughs - now and generally.  We bring it home and eat as a family with the kids.

30. What’s your favourite number?

3

31. Who’s the last person you talked to?

My husband

32. Favourite cut of beef?

No idea.  I like steak, but I’m not picky about the cut as long as it cooked well.

33. Last song you listened to?

Listening to Hans Zimmer right now - Pearl Harbour score

34. Last book you read?

The Magpie Lord - read it today and really enjoyed it!

35. Favourite day of the week?

Saturday!

36. Can you say the alphabet backwards?

Maybe?  I’m not trying cause its late and I’m too tired for that shit.

37. How do you like your coffee?

Far far away from me.  I hate coffee.

38. Favourite pair of shoes?

My black and red plaid Toms.

39. Time you normally get up?

6am ish... wish it was later, but my kids are early birds.

40. Sunrises or sunsets?

Sunsets

41. How many blankets are on your bed?

I have none - I only use the sheet right now.  But my husband uses a comforter.  We always have separate blankets cause I sleep really hot and he sleeps cold.

42. Describe your kitchen plates.

We have plain white corning ware ones that I like the best and fancy ones that are black and kind of turquoise that are square and we both regret buying, lol.

43. Describe your kitchen at the moment.

It’s cluttered with stuff all over the counters.  It looks like the kitchen of a home where 5 people live...

44. Do you have a favourite alcoholic drink?

I like Moscato - its a really sweet, fruity white wine.  Or Mike’s Black Cherry Hard Lemonade.  Or anything fruity and girly, like margaritas.

45. Do you play cards?

I do.  Not as often now as I used to.  I played crib with my mom a couple weeks ago.

46. What colour is your car?

It’s a weird grey/brown colour.

47. Do you know how to change a tire?

Sadly, no.

48. Your favourite state?

Liquid.

We have no states, so I’ll say my favourite province - which is Ontario, where I was born.

49. Favourite job you’ve had?

The one I have now.

50. How did you get your biggest scar?

It’s not quite a scar per se, but it is a big marking.  I have three black lines on my right knee.  I got them when I fell down a dirt hill at sports camp when I was 11.  It was a deep cut and some of the dirt got stuck in there and then it healed over.  So I have this dirt just stuck inside my knee.  It has never cause me any problems, its just there.

Edit: I just realized my biggest is my c-section scar... but I never think about it, so I forgot...I swear I’m a good mom!  Promise!

I’m tagging: @akasanata, @gerec, @elimaryholmes

[writingismyhappytime]

I'm thankful for friends, making new friends, meeting the band in two weeks, and road trips ❤️ hope this works in a magical way as a fic

You squeeze your arms around Chris, a warm, fuzzy feeling settling over your shoulders as you look around the home you’ve made together. It’s perfectly decorated for the holidays, much to his dismay, but it’s important to you to get into the spirit. You want to wake up every day to the smell of gingerbread candles or pumpkin spice, shove your feet into warm slippers and walk into a livingroom prepared for Christmas despite Halloween was two days ago.

“This is going to be such a good year,” you say excitedly, pleased at the Christmas tree looming in the corner of the room, decorated in reds and golds on one side, blacks and silvers on the other --- neither of you could agree on the colors, so you compromised.

Honestly? You kind of like it, it shows both of your personalities, both of your tastes.

“You’re not going to try to get out of meeting my parents this time, right?” You ask after a moment, twitching your eyes up at the tall black-haired man beside you who was looking at his phone rather than at the decorations you’ve been laboring over for days.

“Last time was an accident,” he mumbles defensively; it’s not his fault that there was an emergency band meeting about the album that he sort of planned as a way to get out of meeting your very country-bumpkin parents for the first time. He just knows they’re not going to like him, and you’ve only been dating a year! Isn’t it a little fast to meet the family just yet?

Sure, you might be living together, you have for the last six months, but that’s different! Sure, you might also be in one of his music videos, and on one of his bank accounts just in case there’s an emergency, but --- well, those things had all seemed natural to happen at the time! No rush, no force, not like this whole parents thing.

It makes him uncomfortable.

He’s an adult, technically old enough to be a parent himself now, but that doesn’t make the impending situation any less doom-filled. Maybe he can say one of the band broke their leg and he has to go to the hospital, and make one of them limp around for six months in a cast when you’re around. That seems like a more logical thing to do, actually, maybe Ricky would ---.

“Chris.”

“Yeah?”

“Stop plotting for a way out of this,” you wag your finger firmly at him as you step away, gathering errant tinsel decorating his black livingroom suite. “You can’t bail on me this time, I won’t allow it. I don’t care if someone is dying, you’re meeting my folks.”

Folks.

“Ugh.”

“Do I have too?” He grumbles unhappily, sitting down heavily in the armchair, grimacing as he realizes he’s squishing Rudolph. He’s not near as into the holiday spirit as you are, and it sort of irks him to come home and see all this nonsense hanging around, but you were just so excited to decorate he couldn’t exactly tell you no. He frowns down at the reindeer he holds in his tattooed hands, the bright red nose he has the sudden urge to rip off.

“They’ve been wanting to meet you for a long time, Chris, so yes! We’ve been together over a year now!’

Not quite a year, Chris thinks. He tosses Rudolph away from him, not caring where he lands as he looks at you. “Yes, but we don’t want to rush anything. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind giving us more time before they meet me.”

“Are you afraid of my parents?” You frown at him, garland hanging from your neck as you try to gather your holiday supplies. You have some glitter on you from who knows what, some ornaments are hanging off your fingers by their delicate strings, and under one arm is apparently sticks you can buy to apparently stuff the tree and make it look fuller? He’d never heard of such a thing before. “Is big bad frontman of a metal band afraid of meeting two old people? My mom crochets and my dad runs the local bingo, they’re not exactly feral.”

You look... amused.

Chris face sours. “I am not afraid of meeting them! I just --- well, I don’t know. It just seems soon. Why don’t we wait another year?”

“Why? Do you plan on breaking up with me sometime next year?” You quirk a brow at him curiously, slowly putting your ornaments away. “Is that why you don’t want to meet them?”

“No.” Chris squirms.

“They’re just people, Chris, you meet new ones every day! There’s nothing different and nothing to be worried about,” you sound exasperated, struggling too get the tinsel off of you and into the designated box.

“But it’s different,” he replies, getting to his feet to help you. He lifts the tinsel off of you, tossing it into the box already overflowing with decor. "It's your people."

"They're going to like you," you say, brushing at your ugly, obnoxious cat sweater. He swears you've pulled out a box that has a sweater for every single day until the holiday, and now you're talking about making him wear some! He does have a reputation to uphold! Although, it would be a funny card to send out, both of you wearing horrid looking sweaters.

Actually, that would be cute, he's not quite so opposed now.

"Are you sure they're not going to think I'm the devil luring their little girl to the dark side?"

You roll your eyes. "No. If anything, I think I'm more devious than you are, you just look the part. Don't let my cat sweater fool you, Mr. Cerulli, I'm quite the devil myself."

"Oh really? Chris chuckles, feeling your arms curling tightly around his waist again as you snuggle into him. He holds you, giving you a light squeeze as he presses his lips into your hair.

Yeah, still doesn't want to meet your parents.

Still will try to find a way out of it.

Just won't mention that detail to you.

"Oh, and when we sit down at Thanksgiving, we have this tradition of going around the table saying what we're thankful for because we really are that basic, but you're going to have to play long. Say something cheesy, my mom will love that," you say, your voice muffled by his shirt. "It doesn't matter if you really mean it or not, but that'll make them like you more. Which I also don't think you have anything to worry about. My mom keeps telling everyone she slept with a member of Motley Crue back in the day, so I don't know how true that is or not, but be prepared for that story since she knows you're in a band."

Chris chuckles, his lips curving. "Sleeping with the band runs in the family, huh?"

"You could say that." You reply, shrugging your shoulders. You nudge him until he's taking a few steps back, falling back into the armchair still warm from his occupation earlier. You sit down in his lap, curling your cold toes against his leg as you snuggle into him, his warm arms keeping you against him. "Do you want to practice what you're thankful for?"

"Not really."

"Oh, come on," you shuffle a little, letting your head rest against his black-clad shoulder. "Humor me."

Hmph.

"I'm thankful for --- you being my girlfriend. Baking lots of cookies, making it smell girly as fuck in here at all times." Chris glances dubiously at all the lit candles.

"Well, there's a start," you bite your lower lip, cheeks pinkening. He started off so well.

"I'm thankful for --- all that we have together," you say after a moment. "Our apartment, the things we do together."

Oh, are you going back and forth now? Crap, what else can he be thankful for?

"Uhh --- I'm thankful for... um... I don't know." he grimaces. This is a lot harder than expected. What is he thankful for? He tries to think, but his mind is just completely blank.

"Well, I'll go again. I'm thankful for friends, making new friends," you chew your lip thoughtfully. "Meeting the band in two weeks." You haven't met any of them, not because you don't want too, your life is just busy and they're his work buddies, you don't think it's important to meet them until he wants you too --- turns out now he does, which made you so happy to know he wants you more involved in his life! "And road trips."

"Road trips?"

"Yep. We're taking one next year, remember? You might have got to see all fifty states, but I'm still lacking seven of them! I need to finish my tshirt collection."

Oh god.

Chris forgot about that.

"I can always buy you one when I go through the state."

"It's not the same! I want to see it for myself. You did promise me, remember?" You boop his nose lightly with your finger, amused when his pale cheeks turn bright pink. "I want us to go together for the experience. It'll be fun. You can take a week off work, and we can just spend it together."

Ahuh.

"Like... are we driving or flying?"

"Well, we can rent an RV, really spend some close time together," you say, pretending to be thoughtful and not ignore his horrified look. "You remember that movie with Robin Williams? It'll kind of be an adventure like that! It'll be fun!"

Absolutely not.

Chris has not sunk that low!

"Doesn't he get run over by the RV?"

"I'm sure you'll be fine, honey." you pat his shoulder reassuringly.

Chris sighs.

Sure he will.

"You know what else I'm thankful for?" You say after a moment, snuggled in his lap in your warm sweater, his arms keeping away the chill of the room. You love little, simple moments like this when it's just the two of you, when it's quiet and peaceful, all you're missing is the crackling of an open fire.

"What's that?"

"You." You press a soft kiss against his chin, smiling. "Putting up with me and my holiday obsession, letting me decorate this space and tease you about RV's but going along with it anyway. I love you, and you're important to me, I'm so thankful that I met you and that we've been able to spend all this time together."

Chris blinks, his cheeks a nice rosy hue as he absorbs your words.

"How am I supposed to top that?" He mumbles, and you smile warmly at him, snuggling close again.

"You're not supposed too, so long as you feel the same."

His arms around you tighten. "I definitely feel the same."

He gives it a moment, then, "But were you serious about the RV thing? Because we can seriously just fly to whatever state you want to start in and rent a car or something."

"Well, I'll guess we'll find out next year when we start planning for our trip, won't we?" You say lightly, drawing circles with your fingertips along the lines of his dark shirt. "After you meet my parents."

He frowns.

Why do you have to keep reminding him about that?

[purplesurveys]

754

Does anyone know your bank pin number other than you? Who? I don’t even have one of those yet.

Have you ever had a boyfriend/girlfriend who was depressed? I'm not sure. I know she's told me before about being diagnosed with depression, but I’ve forgotten if it’s mild or severe, or if she has the whole thing or is just showing symptoms of it. She only mentioned it in passing so I figured it wasn’t something she wanted to touch on further.

Would you be able to climb out your bedroom window to sneak out? Probably but I’d have to be really careful to not end up shattering my legs or any other part of my body haha, but knowing me I’d probably land badly. I live on the second floor but the house isn’t that high, so I think I could give it a shot.

What would you do if you found out the last person you called was pregnant/got someone pregnant? I’d be very confused because she’s very gay and also because she’s only been staying at home since March.

Can you taste the difference between brand name food and store brand food? I wouldn’t be able to relate since store brand’s not really a thing here. Only SM makes their own stuff but they’re purposely cheaper because they’re meant to be of lower quality to begin with. Other than that, we don’t really have a choice but buy brand name.

Would you be embarrassed to buy pads/tampons/condoms? Which one more? Just the tampons, probably. I never need condoms so I have no reason to feel awkward buying them, and in fact I’ve volunteered to buy them for Angela whenever she feels shy haha; I definitely have no reason to be embarrassed buying pads because periods are a thing. I will likely feel most awkward getting tampons since I don’t know any one person who uses them where I live and it’ll most likely be seen as an unusual purchase since they’re quite uncommon.

If a stranger went in your room, would they be able to tell what gender you are from just looking at it? Probably. I have a poster of Nam Joo Hyuk, several Audrey Hepburn memorabilia, and a lot of pink stuff so it very much looks like a stereotypical girly room. I do think it’s kinda balanced out by the amount of WWE merch I own, but yeah otherwise my other stuff screams girly.

Are your parents gullible? When it comes to home stuff my mom is basically a witch; she can immediately tell if my dog peed somewhere, if I lost something, or if a dining chair isn’t positioned right. But when it comes to fake news on Facebook she will occasionally flock to them hahaha I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to remind her that phones DO NOT emit radiation from 12AM to 5AM and that it’s only a ploy to get people to sleep early lmfao. My dad is pretty intelligent and won’t be easily fooled about anything.

Do you still own a VCR? I know my parents owned one but I don’t know if they still brought it here when we moved 12 years ago or if they already threw it out.

About how much money have you spent on food in the past two weeks? :( Zero pesos. The only thing I’ve spent on this entire quarantine was a bottle of soju I asked my dad to buy and I paid him after.

If you were in a car accident would the last person you kissed care? Yes.

If you were looking for a new pair of shoes where would you go? UPTC since they have like ten shoe stores there.

How much was the last pair of shoes you bought? I haven’t had a new pair in like a year now, but the last one we bought cost arounddddd ₱4200, if I remember correctly.

What color is the computer/laptop you’re on? Did you buy it yourself? Gray. No, it was a gift from my parents.

Do you have a second home? I guess I count my childhood home my second home. My grandma and cousins remain in that house, so we visit from time to time and when we’re there I’ve noticed that I still retain the same tendencies and habits from when I still lived there.

Would you be surprised if you saw the last person you texted smoking? I’ll use the last person I chatted in this context since I haven’t texted in a hot minute, and that person would be Andrew. I’d be quite concerned since they’ve told me they’ve quit smoking, so there must be something extremely stressful going on for them to start smoking. I’d check up on them immediately.

Does the smell of cigarettes, weed and beer repulse you? I do super hate the smell of beer even though I have no other choice but to drink it sometimes; I still find the smell of cigarettes disgusting although my contempt for them has lessened over the last few years seeing as a lot of people I know are smokers so I’ve been around that smell a lot, and also because I’ve started too. I’ve never been around weed and I don’t know how it smells.

Was the last person you kissed younger or older than you? Younger by a month.

Do you think people have any misconceptions about you? Not really? What I get most frequently is people thinking I was grumpy at first, but tbh I am pretty grumpy so they aren’t far off from the truth. With me it’s usually a what you see is what you get thing whether someone’s meeting me for the first or the 78th time.

Have you ever purchased Girl Scout cookies? Nope, not a thing here. I’ve always found the variety of cookies so fascinating though and I’ve always wanted to try the Thin Mints and Samoas since they’re what I hear about the most :(

Do you like waffles? They’re okay, though I only ever eat waffles with fried chicken and never just by themselves. I prefer pancakes.

Do you watch birthing videos on a day-to-day basis? Nah man wtf? I have no reason to be doing that lmao.

Do you find piercings/tattoos attractive? I don’t find either attractive. I get curious when I see tattoo because I wonder what the story behind it is and what it means to the person who has it, that’s all. As for piercings, I don’t really like them < Pretty much. Like I don’t go looking around for tattoos on a person to find them attractive; I just like hearing the histories behind them. Same with piercings, I don’t need them to be attracted to someone.

Would you talk to someone you don’t know on the internet? Only on social media that I’m already familiar with and comfortable in, like on this Tumblr, or Twitter, sometimes Facebook. I wouldn’t go to like Quora to ask something or join forums or even post anything on Reddit.

How often do you drink Monster? Never. Energy drinks scare me lol.

Have you ever made totally pointless videos with your friends? I’ve made those for myself, but not with friends. I remember filming a house tour with my flip phone’s video camera back when I was like, 8 hahaha I was ahead of our time for sure.

Do you like to buy those Warped Tour compilations? I don’t even know those existed. I just knew of Warped Tour and that all the cool bands of the time would play there, but that’s it. I’m clueless about everything else that goes on in there.

Do you like sitting on the inside or outside of a restaurant booth? You mean just a restaurant? Inside, for sure. I would never agree to eating outside and am always willing to wait a few extra minutes. I hate having to contend with passersby while I eat my food as I feel that it ruins the experience as well as the time I have with the person/s I’m eating with.

Do you own a nightgown? No but I had duster dresses that I’d wear to bed as a kid, if that counts lol.

Have you ever made a house out of a giant cardboard box? Probably not. My mom wouldn’t allow us to play with those and she’d immediately view them as trash that needs to be thrown out.

Have you ever made a tent out of sheets in your bedroom? No. I usually used the sheets as a cape or robe, then I’d pretend to be a queen.

Do your grandparents know how to operate a cell phone? My paternal grandparents do. My maternal grandfather used to regularly use a phone before he passed. My maternal grandmother refuses to learn :(

Have you ever had sex or something like it? Hahahaha ‘something like it.’ Yeah, I’ve had sex.

Have you ever read a George Orwell book? I tried reading 1984 when I was like 13 but didn’t understand it from the get-go. I haven’t continued it since but honestly I’m very open to revisiting it one of these days.

Have you ever worn fishnets? I don’t remember ever doing so. I feel like it’d be so uncomfortable; I hate wearing stockings as it is.

How many piercings and tattoos do you have? I only have my ears pierced and no tattoos < Sameeee.

Is someone in your family affected by Asperger’s? Nope.

In a hotel do you always nose through all the drawers and cupboards? Hahahahaha yeah, just out of curiosity. I’ve never seen anything interesting, but I keep trying.

Would you rather go out to eat or be eaten out? Be eaten out right now. I’ve had too much abstinence from sexual activity for my own liking lol < Ok it’s 1 in the afternoon but SAME lol

Do you always wear your seat belt? Honestly, no and it’s a shitty habit that I need to correct ASAP. I never notice that I’m not wearing them until it’s one of my parents riding with me and they scold me for driving out of the village without a seatbelt. I do put it on when I enter bigger cities with more police patrolling the area like Ortigas and Makati, or when I drive out of town, but usually it stays off.

Have you ever liked someone much older than you? No. I’ve had a crush on a teacher, but I obviously didn’t legit like him haha.

Have you ever been in a play? Just the annual school plays we do that all students are required to be a part of. I forgot to mention this in a recent survey but I was in an acting club in Grade 1 and I played Cinderella’s prince in our culminating play, heheh.

Do you have any secrets that nobody knows about? Sure.

Is there ice cream in your freezer? Yeah. My parents love ice cream so we always have an ample supply of their favorite flavors. Sometimes we’ll also have a tub of cookies and cream since it’s our (the kids’) favorite flavor.

Have you ever started to laugh but played it off as a cough successfully? For sure. I always laugh at inappropriate moments so I do fake coughs a lot.

Have you ever liked the lyrics of a band but hated the music? I suppose so. Hate is a strong word and I’d rather not use it, but while the music my girlfriend listens to wouldn’t be what I’d tune into on a regular basis, the lyrics are admittedly very well-written and intelligent and reflective, and I don’t mind it when she shares her favorite songs with me :)

Does your bathroom have a window? Yes but they’re high up on the wall.

Do you go somewhere to get your eyebrows done? No, I’m really scared of threading :( Everyone always gets out of the salon with their eyebrow area all red and tingling and it’s enough to scare me off of threading forever lmao. I’m not very conscious about how my own eyebrows look, so I just let them grow out.

When you were younger did you read the A Series Of Unfortunate Events books? I’ve only seen snippets of the movie.

Who was the last band you saw live? Paramore. I miss them already.

Do you believe prayer really works? I’m not gonna invalidate the fact that it works for a lot of people. But it’s just not my cup of tea, and I honestly don’t know how to feel whenever someone says they pray for me since I don’t believe in it anyway. Of course I thank them, but on the inside I’m always a little puzzled.

Are you a fan of the band Gym Class Heroes? Never been. I know Stereo Hearts and that was always a fun song to sing, but it’s not my favorite either.

Frosted flakes or frosted mini wheats? I don’t really have either, but I’d go with frosted flakes I guess?

Have you been on a date in the park? I would love to have one of these if we actually had parks. How nice would it be to take a long stroll, have a picnic, and just sit on a bench talking for hours?

Ever dated someone you were best friends with first? Yes. At first I didn’t want to risk it since we were reeeeeally close, but I don’t regret asking her out.

Are there any diseases/health problems that run in your family? Thankfully no. Although my grandpa and his sister did pass from heart attacks and I’m starting to be scared that it might develop to be a pattern for some of us. But other than that, both sides of the family are relatively healthy.

Do you have asthma? No. But Gab does and I get really worried once her breathing becomes labored at night. I keep telling her to get a new nebulizer after her old one broke, but I dunno what’s become of that request of mine.

Are tongue piercings slutty? No, and it’s not like being slutty is a bad thing lol.

Is there anybody you think is hot over the age of 40? No one in real life but I do still have a crush on CM Punk who’s turning 42 this year hahah. I don’t think that crush is ever gonna go away.

Last person to take off your pants, besides you? Gab.

Do you remember those cool highlighters that smelled like popcorn? I knew about markers and ballpens, but not highlighters.

Might you enjoy hanging out in the woods for day or two? No thanks. I’d rather have somewhere to go home to or rest at by the end of the day, and if I was gonna do this I prefer to be with someone who knows a thing or two about surviving in the woods.

Have you ever written something on a bathroom stall? Nope. The worst thing I’ve done was write on one of the desks in grade school.

Least favorite alcoholic drink? Out of the ones I tried, I didn’t like whisky at all. Too bitter for me < Twins. I hated the ever living shit out of Jim Beam and Jack Daniels when I tried them.

Have you ever kissed someone named Paul or Luke? I haven’t. I have a cousin named Luke that I used to babysit and I kissed him a lot when he was a baby, if that counts lol.

How did you meet the last male you texted? I met them at the Marcos heroes’ burial protests. I have no idea how I started talking to them, but I think it was because they were wearing a Nexus shirt and I told them I like it, and we started talking from there.

Have you ever had an embarrassing email address? Yup. I wasn’t allowed to make an email address when I was young so I had to sneak around and make a fake Yahoo username so my parents would never find me. I don’t remember what it was anymore but it was for sure embarrassing so I’m just grateful my brain threw that memory out.

Do you put shampoo in your left or right hand? OMG this survey is so long. I put it on my left hand.

Do you have a bull ring through your nose? Nope, no piercings.

Do you and your dad get along? Better than my mom and I.

Can you see your purse right now? Nah, it’s in my room upstairs.

Are you wearing any perfume? What kind? I am not. I haven’t had a reason to in a while.

Are there products in your hair? Just shampoo and conditioner.

When you get colds, do you use nasal spray to help get your nose unstuffy? No. Whaaaat, those exist? I just blow my nose or just live through the stuffiness.

Do you actually like sneezing? I love it, it’s such an underrated sensation lmao. It feels better when you’ve actually been needing to sneeze for a while and it finally comes through.

Have you taken a shower yet today? Nope, I usually take them at night.

Do you have one best friend who is always there for you? I have two.

Do you wear skirts a lot? Not really, I don’t like skirts because I feel exposed wearing them. I prefer shorts.

Do you wear sweatpants a lot? Nope.

How many pairs of jeans do you think you have? I can remember five pairs right now, but I have many other kinds of bottoms in my closet like culottes and leggings.

Do you like hoodies? They’re okay. I find them more comfortable if they belong to someone else, hah.

Big ones or the form fitting kind? Form-fitting if I’m buying for myself; big ones if I’m borrowing from Gabie.

Do you wear polo shirts a lot? I never wear them. My mom made me wear them often as a kid and it made me feel like a boy, so I’ve kinda had a predisposition to be wary of them as I got older since I was teased frequently enough about being a tomboy as a kid as it is.

Did you ever actually have a rubber duck? I think we probably did.

Are you one of those people who claim to live with no regrets? I have one big regret and the rest of my ‘regrets’ are small and are stuff like “I regret not picking up food on my way home because I’m now hungry.” The way I’ve always thought is that I did the things I did before because I chose to do them and I was happy to do them, and I’ve honestly felt barely any regret even though things didn’t turn out the best. There’ve been mistakes but I’ve just chosen to learn from them instead of regretting them at the same time. Do you love your computer? Love it.

Do you drink coffee? Yeah. I’ve been doing it a lot this quarantine but I think it’s been giving me headaches, so I stopped for now.

Do you basically like all of your clothes? No. There are some at the bottom of the pile that I’m no longer crazy about anymore.

Do you shop mostly with your parents, your friends, or by yourself? My mom. She tends to know what looks best on me, and she also pays for the clothes hahaha.

[angesaurus]

This weekend has been 👌🏼

I started feeling sick from the heat on 4th of July so the end wasn’t great (and I’m bitter that I couldn’t eat hot dogs). But we did the parade and party we always go to. Friday I was off too and Dan worked and Gavin went to daycare and I went and treated myself to a spa pedicure. She worked on me for an hour. It was amazing. I do not get my nails done - this was probably the 5th time in my life I’ve gotten my toes done. I’m just not girly but as I get older I’m finding myself appreciating stuff like this more. It was great. Definitely going to try to go back before baby comes.

Then I let Dan get a new phone and we switched to unlimited data (we keep going over 🙄) and the sticker price killed me but he deserves it. He has literally such an old iPhone that they don’t even sell anymore and it’s so tiny 😂 plus with how much he works, I feel like he needs to feel like he’s getting something out of it. The girl at Verizon was an asshole and I hate making big purchases but we did it and it’s fine. Plus I packed my hospital bag and made my list of things to grab when it’s time to go. I just need to pick out the baby’s clothes to go home in for the hospital plus receiving blankets and headbands for photos and that’s it!

Today we went to the franklin institute (we have a membership) for a few hours this morning (we wanted to get one more trip in before baby) and then worked on the baby’s room. It’s almost there!! We organized all the diapers and wipes too. I probably have over 2000 wipes (not exaggerating. My mom got a box of 1100 😂 plus I got a box of 800 and other packs/boxes!!!)... And so many diapers it’s unreal. Plus whatever I can nab from the hospital. And then we went to target to get the last finishing touches we needed for my new bathroom (shower curtain, toothbrush holder, rug etc) plus a few other things we needed. My friend gave Gavin $20 to buy himself a big brother present plus a present for the baby so we did that too (he got her a little cabbage patch doll dressed like a bunny 😭 and hot wheels for himself 😂). Plus baby will be giving him a little present at the hospital to break the ice a little! Not sure what yet..

We started stranger things last night but could only do 1 episode (#old) so hopefully we can watch a couple tonight! Tomorrow we’re just going to food shop I think and hopefully finish the baby’s room. I need to get a changing pad cover still (target had zero pink ones) and I want to get the letters of her name like I did with Gavin and paint them. It’s been nice to have Dan home all weekend.

[supergirlspurgatory]

Do you want to know the difference between a good parent and an emotionally abusive bad one?

I’ve recently moved home after being away for about 4 years. which means that I’ve been spending a lot more time with my parents. Now, I should state for the reccord, my parents are not divorices, the deal is actually that my biological mom died when I was 12 years old. Then when I was in high school, my math teach saw that I very badly need a positive female influence in my life, and she became who I call mom now and refer to her husband as my step-dad. I am very lucky. When I was 20, my dad remarried to a woman, who frankly is horrible. She’s rude and crass, manipulates and lies whenever she has the chance. Honestly’ I could probably spend an entire day writing a strongly worded essay about how horrible this woman is. Alas, I shall not do that. Instead I’m just going to tell you a story of something that happened a few weeks ago. 

It was my dad’s birthday, so being the newly returned good daughter that I am, I asked him if he and his wife would like to come to town and I would take them to dinner for his birthday. After some discussion, he agreed. As we were at dinner, we were talking about some different things, and the topic of some home improvement project or another. And I made the comment that I’d be happy to help him and that he’s lucky to have his big dyke daughter home again to help with these things. Now that’s as far as the topic should have gone. I should have made the joke about being his big dyke daughter, we both should have alughed, and we should have moved onto a new topic. No harm, no foul. 

However, that is not how the conversation went. Instead his wife jumps in and say, “Don’t say stuff like that, your father doesn’t like it.”

Now this is big news to me, because I have been refferring to myself as a dyke and butch and other terms that could be considered a little duragotory for the last several years since I finally decided to own my sexuality. I love who I am. I Love that I’m butch, I love that most of my clothes are out of the men’s section. I love that I can do a man’s job no problem. I love that I can lift and move a lot of weight. Shortly after I moved home, we were talking about my size and my dad’s wife was being a little rude about it, and my dad looked at her and said, ‘Sometimes, you just need a woman who can eat some hay and pull a plow.’ It’s a joke about how a big woman is going to be a lot more use to him than some scrawning weak gal, who only eats salads. I was not bothered by this sentiment at all. Of course, I have had times in my life that I wished I were a perfect size 4. But overall, being a size 14, is not a thing that bothers me. I’m strong as an Ox and that’s far more important and beneficial to me than being able to walk into any store and buy a bikinni that looks perfectly on my body ever will.

Now all that being said, it was news to me that my father had an issue with me saying that I’m a dyke. He has never ever said a bad thing about it. When I came out to him when I was 18, he was very kind about it. When I introduced him to my first serious girlfriend he was accepting of it. I never once thought that my father had a problem with me being gay.

So I looked at her and said, ‘Are you trying to suggest that my father, who has never been anything but kind and accepting of my sexuality has a problem with me being a lesbian?’

She said, ‘No, I’m saying he has a problem with you calling yourself a dyke, and feels like it’s his fault that you turned out the way that you turned out.’

I looked at my dad for a moment, and could see on his face that it honestly wasn’t true, which I knew without checking because he and I have had many long conversations about it.

So rather than trying to talk to my dad about it, I looked at his wife and said, ‘Do you have any idea how long I’ve been gay?’

‘Well the last several years is all I assume, since you met your first girlfriend (who she met).’ was her response.

Boy was she in for a lesson.

‘No Shelley, that’s not how long I’ve been gay. I was gay in the first grade. I just didn’t realize it until about a year ago that the first grade is when it really manifested. Though honestly I’ve always been gay. But in the first grade is when I first fell in love. With a little girl named Morgan. She was my best friend. I held her hand when we were in line together. I was there when she first got sick, I was there to catch her blood when her nose poured with it. I was ther when they told us that she had lukemia. I was more affected by it than any one else in my class. She was who I was always partnered up wih for school assignemnts. I spent over a year refusing to take a new partner because she might be in school the next day. I was heart broken at the end of thrid grad when I found out she passed away. So you know, I’ve always been gay.’ that was the way I choose to start informing her that I’d always be the way that I am.

She looked at my dad, and asked, ‘Is that true?’

‘Yeah,’ he said, ‘She really did love Morgan, I guess I didn’t realize it until now though.’

And so I looked at his wife again and I said, ‘And something else, when my mom took me to go back to school shopping the summer before 4 grade, I refused to shop in the girl’s section. I didn’t want pretty pink things and dresses. No. I insisted on buying all my clothes out of the boys sections. Jeans and shorts, t-shirts with Harry Potter and trucks and stuff on them. In fifth grade my parents had to fight me to to get me to wear anything other than bib-overalls and construction boots. And another thing, in the second grade, I would go out to the garage in my pajamas with dad to learn how to change oil in our vehicles, I would crawl around every project he was doing. I have always been my dad’s big dyke daughter, and I assure you, if he had a problem with it, I would not be sitting at this table having dinner with him. Not only that, but he knows without a doubt that I am who I am because it’s just who I am. I was never interested in girly things, I always wanted to play in the dirt and work on cars and do home improvement projects. It’s no one’s fault that I turned out this way, and especially not his.’

My dad simply said that he agreed with me and told me that he loves me for who I am and would be foolish to try and change me.

So the difference between a good parent and an emotionally abusive on is the difference between my dad and his wife. My dad’s wife is not comfortable with who I am. She hates that I am gay. She things that it’s disgusting a deviant. It bothers he, and if my dad didn’t love me so much she would have probably managed to manipulate him so hard by now that he would have nothing to do with me. Shetakes every opportunity she can to try and manipulate the situation is such a away that she can emotionally abuse me enough that I will be convinced that my dad doesn’t actually love me and accept me for who I am.

But the jokes on her, because my dad knows me better than anyone else and I know him better than anyone else. I’ll never walk away from my relationship with him. He and I got into a huge fight this winter and didn’t talk for just over two months, we both HATED it. It was miserable on both sides, and we promised that we would never let our relationship disolve to that point again.

[fishy12233]

Chronicles of Sturgia

Prologue Part 1: “The Garbled Gossip”

In order for a story to make sense, the reader must know who the main characters are. After all, the main characters are the ones who drive the story. Imagine a middle school cafeteria, bustling with chatter, like a theater before the show. The cafeteria is bright and cheery with its checkered floor and artistic walls. Hundreds of children are chattering at once, some talking about the newest member in a famous band; others are talking about mysterious rumors of aliens, but everyone knows rumors like that are only real in comic books and movies. The chatter continues, an endless garble of noise. Anyone in the cafeteria can see a variety of different students. Six girls walking by while wearing coordinated outfits, a typical guy surrounded by his strange friends, a girl who chooses to doodle on her tablet by herself. However, none of them are our main characters.

As lunch begins, a girl sits down at an empty table with her lunch. Her name is Maddie, and she is the first of our six main characters. She wears a school uniform in a school that doesn’t require school uniforms and has a poppy in her hair. Her eyes are dark, mysterious, and a little sleepy, though her left eye is partially covered by her one-sided bangs. Maddie prefers to spend her time reading spooky novels or playing spooky video games. Her lunch is chopped beef with a slice of devil’s food cake on the side. Maddie isn’t the one who talks very much at her table, but when discussing her interests, she takes full control of the conversation. During an everyday conversation, Maddie is the type of person who tends to listen and observe. This is great for Maddie since she always knows exactly what type of gifts to give her friends on their birthdays.

The chatter continues. Sometimes, when you listen closely, you can listen in on gossip. This can tell someone a lot about what others think of them. Gossip isn’t always the best form of entertainment. But passing students continue to eavesdrop nonetheless.

“Did you see Maddie? She’s so elegant and graceful!”

“She’s like everyone’s big sister. They shouldn’t need to be so dependant on her! She acts like some concerned mom sometimes.”

“But she’s a total goth too! Have you seen her clothes? She looks like she came right out of boarding school! I bet that she’s secretly a witch or something.”

The children continue with their daily routine. The coordinated girls eat healthy salads. A nerdy girl talks to her friends, making sassy remarks with a deadpan voice. Meanwhile, a bratty kid is playing pranks on other people. But none of them are our main characters.

A second girl sits down to eat with Maddie. Her name is Susan. She’s Maddie’s little sister and her total opposite. Susan wears a purple A-line dress with pink flowers on it and keeps a white lily in her hair. She also wears black stockings and flowery shoes. Her eyes are bright, happy, and excited. Susan loves cute things, especially cute things from Japan. She likes doing things like watching cute anime or buying cute plushies. Susan makes her own Japanese bento lunch, complete with octopus sausages and onigiri. But sometimes, Susan decides to go all out and create a cute and elaborate bento lunch with cute characters and a large variety of food. When Susan first saw how cute bento boxes could be, her eyes sparkled with awe. She saved up her allowance so that she could buy her own genuine bento box. Her friends always love her bento box designs and ask her if she could make lunch for them. Susan is extroverted, which in this case means she loves to talk, but is overly dependant on others and sometimes comes off as rude and annoying. Anyone who calls Susan annoying isn’t her friend. During an everyday conversation, Susan is the type of person who gets distracted by her surroundings and always carries the conversation. Susan truly cares about her friends, but always forgets things like their birthdays. Fortunately, she has her sister Maddie to help her remember.

The garbled gossip goes on and on. Everyone wonders what people think of them. They get self-conscious and anxious just thinking about it. Gossip is always behind one's back, but it’s not always well hidden.

“Have you seen Susan? OMG! She’s soooo cute!”

“She may be cute, but she’s annoying. Why can’t she just leave us alone? She should just go back to relying on her sister for everything.”

“She’s also a total weeb! Susan is so into anime and cutesy stuff, it’s sickening! Also also, she totally copied my style!”

While the peanut gallery rambled on, the kids kept eating their lunch. One of the coordinated girls finishes eating and walks over to another table to talk to her other friends. A snarky girl who looks rather similar to Susan gossips and acts as if the leader of her group, even though she’s not. Meanwhile, two sisters and their friend talk about the latest horror movies. But none of them are our main characters.

A third kid sits at the table with the sisters. This time, the kid is a boy named Peter. He wears a propeller hat and a shirt with a smiley face and blue-and-yellow-striped sleeves. Peter also wears a heavy backpack, filled with a ton of schoolwork, his lunch, a bunch of colorful yo-yos, some robot parts from the robotics club, and a huge album of trading cards. His eyes are simple, yet optimistic and determined. Peter likes geeky things like robots and trading cards. He always has the coolest toys. His favorite food is ground beef and rice with ketchup that his mom makes for him. During lunch, he also likes to have a grilled cheese and pizza bagels alongside the beef to share with friends. Peter and his friends love to trade and share their lunches. Peter is outgoing and friendly but sometimes is too distracted with building robots to talk. During an everyday conversation, Peter is cool with listening to others talk, but he can easily carry a conversation if needed. People like talking to him because conversations with him are never boring.

The students continue to talk incessantly. Not everyone who talks with friends is a gossip. Sadly, many girls tend to be labeled as gossips just for being outgoing. The saying, “It takes one to know one,” definitely rings true here.

“Peter’s kind of cute. He looks really cool with his gadgets and toys!”

“Are you kidding me? Peter’s a DWEEB!”

“Geez, shut up! Takes one to know one, dweeb.”

Lunch continues on. The coordinated girl and one of her friends decide to do their friend’s hair in wacky hairstyles. A cooler girl sits with the snarky girl that looks like Susan and chat about other people. The bratty kid gets into an argument with some other students. But none of them are our main characters.

A girl named Lisa, the fourth friend, sits at the lunch table. She wears a large tie-dye shirt and worn bell-bottoms. Lisa wears way too many bracelets and keeps her curly dyed hair up in two large pigtails with scrunchies. Her eyes have more makeup than her friends’, which makes them look more flashy. Lisa likes doing fun things like having parties and playing dolls. She likes playing dress-up and usually likes having sleepovers with Peter. Sometimes, Peter and Lisa would play shovelware games and laugh at them during their sleepovers.

Lisa always likes to sneak candy into her lunch, which usually has fun, bizarre food. She always trades food with Peter. Lisa is chatty but very kind, even to people who don’t like her. During an everyday conversation, Lisa is usually the one to start it. She always talks about the latest trends, but Lisa always gets bored from running out of things that she wants to talk about. Lisa knows that people think she’s a girly gossip, but she really wants to get rid of that view people have on her so that she can live a more free life.

The chatter continues. Some people don’t really care about gossip. They’re the smart ones, ignoring others’ opinions and focusing on being themselves. Like a stone wall, harsh words don’t get through to them. But even a stone wall wears down over time.

“You know Lisa right? That weird girl with the flashy accessories?”

“Yeah, what’s her deal anyway? Who’s she tryin’ to impress?”

“I heard that it’s Peter, they always hang out together. What losers!”

Lunch continues, but there are still some students waiting in line for their food. The sister of the girl with the wacky hairstyle writes in her journal while listening to emotional music. While the girl who looks like Susan continues to gossip, the true leader of her friend group sits quietly. She writes poetry and hums a familiar song. The girl with the tablet continues to sit alone and draw in peace. But none of these students are our main characters.

A fifth student sits with Maddie, Susan, Peter, and Lisa. She is carrying a tray piled with food along with her lunch box. Her name is Annie, and she’s wearing a faux raccoon tail hat and a worn plaid shirt with worn jeans. Annie’s eyes are stern but friendly. She’s a tough girl who loves camping and tasty food. Her dad has taken her out hiking and fishing countless times. She’ll eat anything for lunch. She loves meat, and is always down for eating out. Annie’s eyes are much larger than her stomach. This always results in Annie leaving lunch too full and having lots of leftovers to give to her friends. But she doesn’t really mind. Annie volunteers at the local food bank every day, which gives her the opportunity to donate any extra food that she’s gathered during lunch. From time to time, Annie’s friends also volunteer at the food bank. Annie is strong and motivating, but can be insensitive at times. During an everyday conversation, Annie always finds a way to brighten someone’s day. She tends to rush through life, but her friends help her to slow down and appreciate the world around her more.

Almost everyone has settled down to eat. Many students have already finished their lunch. But the chatter is louder than ever. In the end, others’ opinions don’t matter. But even still, when a person spends too much time taunting people and belittling friendship, they get annoying. People start ignoring them and getting bored of them. Sometimes, one has to wonder if that person turned out well.

“Do you know Annie?”

“Yeah, she’s that tomboy. What’s her deal?”

“She can be so insensitive, giving false motivation. What a hypocrite.”

Lunch begins to close. Students are finishing their food and packing up. The coordinated girls reunite and begin heading back to class. The strange friends of the regular guy begin finishing up, but still chatter. Everyone else, including the bratty kid and the artistic girl, throw out their trash and begin to leave. But none of them are our main characters.

Before lunch begins to end, one last person sits with his friends. He arrives at the table with Annie. His name was Chris. Chris is considered a nerd. He wears large glasses, a bowtie with a school uniform, and has his hair slicked back. Chris is shorter than his friends. He’s a studious kid who loves reading and math. Chris was the last to join his friend group. When he first joined, he was apprehensive. He was too scared to ask them to let him join their group. But what he wanted more than anything else was to have a group of friends he could be a part of. He simply needed to build up his courage. His lunch normally consists of hard boiled eggs, tuna, and salty crackers. Chris is kind, but is also shy and awkward. During an everyday conversation, Chris is the type of person who listens, but really wants to speak. He may be shy, but he has his friends to take care of him and help him become more social.

The cafeteria is almost empty, but the chatter still lingers. The students walk back to class, yet our six main characters still remain, being the last ones to pack up and leave. In the end, gossip doesn't matter. Only your own actions matter. In the future, things may get better. Sometimes, it doesn't get better. The best we can do is make the best of it. But we must also strive to improve our lives for the better.

“You know Chris, right?”

“Who?”

“The kid who always follows Annie around. He's like her minion or something.”

“Oh yeah, the egghead! He just, like, doesn't stand out to me a lot.”

Finally, everyone leaves, heading back to class and taking their noisy chatter with them. The garbled gossip fades away, leaving the cafeteria empty. But just because lunch is over doesn’t mean that the story is. A show always begins on an empty stage. Just like a play, the story is only just beginning...