“Dad!”
The pitter patter of Sarah’s little feet trudging through the upstairs hallway and coming to a squeaking halt outside his door was always a welcome replacement for whatever beeping from hell his clock was set to.
It wasn’t often, especially as she got older—though she was only ten—but Sarah loved being with him in the morning before he drove her to school and he worked an eight hour shift at the site. Their nights were always spent together as Sarah told him about her day at school as he caught up on dinner, or Joel complaining in depth about all that happened at work that day just so Sarah could throw him a sarcastic look of I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Their nights were constant. It was down time for just the two of them to sit in front of the tv or for Sarah to curl up against him or prop her feet in his lap as she did homework.
The mornings felt more special. They didn’t always get them. Joel sleeps late, they miss breakfast, or Sarah’s sick. But the mornings they get—the times when they snuggle together, most often in silence—are always exceptional.
Sarah has a sleepy smile on her face and her hairs all folded over to one side when she steps through his door, making her way to his bed. “Morning, dad,” she says, only making half an effort to crawl into his bed before plopping down next to him.
Joel rolls over onto his back, his head turned to the side to meet her eyes. He smiles at her, warm and bright. “Mornin’, baby girl. How’d you sleep?”
She nods, her eyes half shut. “Good.”
“Good. No bad dreams?”
“Mm-mm,” she mumbles, scooting closer to him.
She hooks both her arms around his one, holding on to it and resting her head on his deltoid. She blows out a sigh, the air hitting his arm and traveling over his chest. “Do you have to go to work?”
Hs turns his head to her, his chin siting atop her head. He kisses her once, lifting his head. “I do, kiddo.”
Sarah lets out a sigh and Joel can tell it’s a sad one. Her typical one when Joel gives her the same answer, her wishing every time that it’s different so she can drag him by the arm to fairs or ice cream stands with their newfound free time.
He wants it as much as she does. As tired as may get being a single father, he relishes when they get to be out of the house and he can hold Sarah’s hand in his as they’re out in public. To go out and give her experiences and memories she’ll carry into her adulthood. And, even if they’re forgotten by that point, at least he’s given her something that’s made her smile.
That’s all he could ask for, really.
“When will you be home?”
He directs his attention back to her, even though he can’t quite meet her eyes. “6 at the latest.”
She pulls away, an expectant look on her face as briefly changes the subject. “Sunday! We can do something Sunday! You’re not working!”
“That is a good idea, but…” he draws out the but slightly, the smile on his face growing. “I actually have a three day weekend this weekend. So that means-“ he turns completely on his side, hooking one arm under her side and the other going over her other side to pull her on top of his chest. Sarah giggles as he hoists her on top of him, holding her to his chest.
She speaks before he can finish his sentence. “Friday, Saturday, and Sunday?”
He laughs, “Yes ma’am,” he answers, kissing the crown of her head. “We get plenty more time.”
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I find it genuinely hilarious how many signs there were pointing to us being a system from ages ago... As the host whos been here the longest I'm surprised I didn't look into it sooner, like I SERIOUSLY wondered on MORE THAN TWO SEPERATE OCCASIONS as a teen whether I had DID, but brushed it off both times because I thought "oh I'm not traumatised enough" and "you have to experience blackouts and time jumps and I haven't so I can't" (spoiler alert, I definitely was incredibly traumatised and I definitley have had blackouts before but even then I didn't know that those weren't fully necessary for a diagnosis).
And this is without getting into "my" love of any media that involved characters with alter egos, "multiple personalities", etc. Like I LOVED the Jekyll and Hyde musical when I found it, my favourite Total Drama character was Mike (the one with DID but like. when people still knew it as MPD. also he wasnt the best rep lol), I loved the Markiplier and Jacksepticeye egos, for a short time I was into Sander Sides, I had full on "characters" that were "aspects of my personality" but also next to them was just. My actual sona? Completely seperate from them, which actually represented me?
I just really thought I liked media with alternate egos/personalities but methinks the call was coming from inside the house sdjshsnsjsbdjdb
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Black Cats Bring Good Luck
hey! i'm writing a serialized novel called Black Cats Bring Good Luck! For the most part, it's a fun stupid tropey semi-satirical romp about a dude who works at 7-11 who finds an injured cat, and when they take him in, it turns out he's actually a real life catboy!
it starts out as a lot of silly fun catboy shenanigans but it's also about, like, queerness and polyamory and mental health and a whole bunch of other stuff! its kind of all over the place, tbh. sort of just a "realistic" (lol) look at what this dude's life is like, without a whole lot of structured plot. i think its fun! :)
it's already quite long, (over 100k words) and updates whenever i feel like! (usually about once a month, give or take)
[bcbgl contains adult themes including several (as tasteful as i could make them) sex scenes, and frequent use of cannabis. reader discretion advised]
update log|chapter 1|meet the characters (contains mild spoilers)
Salem, the titular catboy, also has his own canon tumblr that you can follow, interact with, send asks etc right here: @catboizx3 (also contains adult content)
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