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Well...

Phoebe is officially starting preschool tomorrow afternoon. When they switch to next fall session she will be put into the morning session for the remainder of it.

I'm pretty much just praying she loves it. She's my shadow, though, and I hope she hasn't gotten that.

But this means

I GET TO WRITE AGAIN!

Writing with a toddler (and a wife) in the house is... well, hard.

On my walks I've just been trying to remember where exactly I was.

It's been so long! I'm half afraid none even remembers me anymore.

If anyone has drabble prompts, I'll take them!

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Same.

#coming soooooooon

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GREAT (and somewhat happy but sad) news—Phoebe has gotten in an early start program. A big adjustment for her and me. She’s my shadow.

I lost a lot of work after my HP keeled over. And that’s what I have been focusing on. Trying to. I’ve been kind of preparing for this. Then my computer dies as I was transferring all of my stuff. Go figure. Sigh.

Either way, I’ve been to save most. I’m a first time Apple user.

Lesson learned. Thank God I had been transferring all. I did lose quite a few drabbles still. But it’s okay.

I’m not sure if any fans are still around but as soon as I’ve copied everything I’ll be finishing LTC.

Once she’s officially in the program I am treating it as my ‘work time.’

Timing is iffy until it starts but I’ll try to keep you updated. I’m expecting 2-3 weeks out. I’ve been trying so hard to clean up unnecessary stuff.

I hope y’all are doing great!

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It was THE BEST THING EVER!

Darren Criss at Lexington Opera House | December 19, 2023 | 📸

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Okay, well… now I want to write. 🎄🎄

-Uh…..we sincerely implore your understanding... we thought that you would be happy, if we started baking the Christmas cookies...

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291(ish)

Welp, I did it. Weeks of trying to save all of my drabbles, and except for ones I've lost due to accidentally deleting on Mass Post Editor.

Now to make sure I actually got them all.

I can only imagine how many pages it will be when I go to print the master list and the drabbles themselves.

Step in a good direction.

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at least we all know one thing for certain now. Blaine Anderson loves Kurt Hummel more than anything in the world.

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Okay, guys! A little more detailed 'update' on the status of LTC's finale which I AM still finishing and I am not just abandoning.

On a very personal note after years of depression medicine, I've been suffering from crippling anxiety and depression that is getting worse since Phoebe was born. I'm in therapy weekly now and cry every other day sometimes which I'm told is good even if it still feels fucking awful.

That with a toddler... I mean... I'm just doing shitty.

No excuses. Just trying to be transparent.

And, hey, I do see my GP in three months and will this test that can show what meds work best for me.

I swear it's not excuses. I want so badly to get this out and to not do a half-assed attempt. I want to do this story the justice it deserves.

My therapist is actually encouraging me to write 2-3 hours to feel better and that's really hard to do on a toddler nap because it's a break... but isn't a break. It feels like a racing against a speeding clock.

I'm sorry it's taking so long. I miss writing so much.

#man this sucks

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oh my crazedlunatic fic feels.  everyone go to her page for the sake of great reading.  <3

Read What Keeps Us Closer Together first then continue on to the goodness that is Long Time Coming.

Sorry I’m stalking you today :P

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Daddy Is Pretty Now (Repost)

Going through my writing stuff and organizing and updating stuff.

Found this gem today for 4-15-30-2013. Wonder what else I'll find in my 'archives' by trying to spring cleaning my computer and life?

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“Paint Daddy’s nails next.” Four year old Sophie chirped, sitting across from Blaine with her hands flat on the table as he painted her nails a pretty pale purple. She kicked out her feet excitedly.

“Sophie, nail polish is for girls.” Blaine laughed. “Daddy’s usually don’t wear nail polish.”

“But Daddy, I has the perfect color for your comdection.” Sophie protested.

“You have the perfect color or my complexion.” Blaine corrected. “And you also are spending entirely too much time with Kurt.”

Sophie giggled.

“Do you even know what a complexion is?” Blaine asked her, moving onto her right hand.

“Uh huh.”

“What? Huh? What?” Blaine grinned.

“I dunno.” Sophie giggled, pulling her hand away and covering her face.

Blaine leaned over the little TV dinner table they were using, tickling her sides. “I thought you said you knew what it was!”

“I dunno! I dunno!” She shrieked, flailing in her chair. “I dunno!”

Blaine cackled and then quit tickling her. “That’s why we don’t lie, Monkey.”

“Cause Daddy’s a big haired meany face?” Sophie pouted.

“Oh, Daddy isn’t mean.” Blaine kissed the top of her hair. “And you need to come up with your own insults. I hear Kurt’s enough as it is.”

Sophie giggled and pet his face. “Pretty hand.” She then raised her right hand. “Not pretty.”

“Impatient.” Blaine laughed, putting her hand flat on the table and beginning to paint the rest of her finger nails.

“Daddy next.” Sophie said, legs beginning to swing again excitedly.

“No, I don’t think so.” Blaine sang.

“I dooo.” Sophie sang back.

“Well I’m older.” Blaine tapped her nose.

“I’m prettier!”

“Well you’ve got that right. You can’t be prettier than the most prettiest person on the whole wide world!” Blaine dramatically sighed. “I guess you win. What color?”

“It’s gonna be a surprise, Daddy.” Sophie said before pursing her lips together.

Oh boy, Blaine thought to himself as he put the cap back on the purple nail polish. “Give it a few minutes to dry and then we can begin the torture.”

“Timer please!” Sophie chirped.

Blaine set his cell phone timer to three minutes, watching her rock back and forth impatiently until it went off. After that, she ran back and hauled in a box holding all of her nail polishes.

“I see you and Daddy have added to the collection.” Blaine noted.

“I get a new color every Tuesday.” Sophie informed him. “Don’t look!”

“Well what am I supposed to look at?”

“Dunno.” Sophie giggled again and pulled herself up on the chair across from him, several bottles in her hands. He could only see the tops, though, so he had no idea what colors they were.

“Are you sure Daddy has to do this?” Blaine asked.

“Yep!”

Kurt better have bought more finger nail polish remover... Blaine thought to himself.

“No looking!” Sophie scolded as Blaine’s eyes wandered to the bottles she was placing on the table.

“Sorry! Sorry!” Blaine looked at the TV across the room, happy to find out that UK was still winning the basketball game he’d been watching before Sophie demanded her fingernails be painted—and no, Blaine could not root for any college team that was UK. He’d tried back when the team had had a really bad run three years in a row, but even then he couldn’t move on.

It seemed like only seconds before Sophie pulled his attention back.  “All done and so pretty!”

Blaine looked at his nails, which were each about a million colors swirled together. The art of a four year old, for sure. “Oh… wow.”

“Daddy is pretty now.” Sophie smiled sweetly. “But not as pretty as me.”

Blaine rolled his eyes and then kissed her cheek. “Thank you. I hope you remember I let you do this when you’re fourteen and hate me. Kurt would never let you paint his nails.”

Sophie kissed his cheek back.

“Now put your stuff up.”

“Okay, Daddy.” Sophie ran off with her box of nail polish.

Blaine rushed into the bathroom, pulling the nail polish remover out so he wouldn’t forget to take it off before going to bed. He would probably not enjoy going into work tomorrow looking like a pastel rainbow had thrown up on his fingernails.

…

“Blaine.” Bob hissed.

“Yeah?” Blaine asked.

Bob pointed down at his nails and then glanced over at the clients they were seeing, a couple who were in their forties. No way to get it off.

“I forgot. Fuck.” Blaine muttered. “Maybe they won’t notice.”

“Right.” Bob snorted ahead into the office, but Blaine saw him laughing when he thought Blaine wasn’t looking.

Blaine introduced himself as usual to the clients, smiling cheerfully as ever. His smile wavered a bit when the woman glanced down at his hand and then back up at him.

“I have a little girl.” Blaine said apologetically. “And I forgot to take it off before I went to bed apparently.”

“How old is she?” The woman laughed.

“Old enough to know better but young enough that I can’t say no.” Blaine sighed. “She’s mastered the pout.”

“She must be a toddler.” The woman said.

“Four.” Blaine nodded.

“And she’s already mastered the pout? You’re in trouble.” Her husband said.

“Big trouble. She’s Daddy’s girl and has me wrapped around her finger.” Blaine raised his hand and then pushed open the door to their meeting room. “Apparently. But we can go on in, Bob’s getting the papers set up for you.”

The people walked in, sitting at the table. Bob came over, looked at Blaine, and just laughed silently.

Blaine was really going to have to learn how to say no to Sophie.

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This would be P.

Four year old beekeeper distracted by a roly-poly.

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So I had the most random dream last night. It was another Bob Brady moment even in my subconscious I am obsessed with them 😂

Oh yay! I’m glad!

I’m pretty obsessed with them too. I’m definitely planning to do a Drabble with them after Blaine’s visit. I was reading earlier about Brady having him as a guest at the wedding and of course I started plotting in my head.

If I’m ‘all there’ after my wisdom teeth come out in the morning I definitely want to catch up on the things I want to write... if my wife lets me. 😂

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It’s All Going To Be Okay

“It’s okay. Brady will calm down soon.”

“Uggggh.” Bob looked up at the ceiling fan the day after Brady had totaled his car. “This is what I get for the alpaca, isn’t it?”

Sarah let out a loud giggle.

“No, though.” Bob said. “Charlie never acted like this.”

“Charlie’s like you but nicer.”

“Why do you always talk about us when we’re not in the room with you?” Sam asked. Then he looked up from his phone and said, “What do you say about me?”

“There’s not much to say about you because you’re always playing your games.” Sarah gave him a look a look. “Only you were out there playing basketball all the time.”

“Yeah and I’m so good I got a full ride… also, that coach is who suggested I apply for it has his own--. No. We’re talking about your son.”

“The sun who has your of seeing outside of the fast lane. I told you when he was 13 and starting to act out. Then you tried to hide stuff to not cause a fig—you know what? I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

“You clearly do if you’re still standing there.” Sam singsong. “I’m taking notes for the Colloway Weekly Crappy Newspaper That Doesn’t Exist.”

“Don’t be like Charlie.” Bob pointed at Sam.

“Hey. That’s like telling him to not be like me.” Sarah scoffed.

“I’m just saying. You all set me up for failure by getting pregnant again.”

Bob repeatedly banged his head against the fridge and let out a frustrated groan.

“Get over the car.” Bob’s dad said coming into the room slowly.

“Dad, you’re not—”

“Ah, shut up. You aren’t your mom.” Bob’s dad let out a loud laugh. Seconds later Bob’s mother walked in. “What about mom?”

Sarah shrugged and Bob refused to make eye contact.

“I actually think Dad’s more like you, Gramma.”

“Nah. He’s a hybrid.”

“No. They’re shitty. Gotta wait another five years and see if they get better.” Sarah teased.

“Ready to go to the bathroom?” Bob asked quietly after going over to his dad.

“Yep.”

Bob then stood looking at the ceiling.

“Bet you’ll be glad to not have to do this anymore?” His father said in a joking way.

“Well there has to be a con to being the most attractive.” Bob joked.

“I’m sorry you’re here now but I really was hoping you’d still go to the school you wanted to. I know Mama was very against it.”

“It’s okay, Dad. I wanted to do it… and I needed to. It would have happened anyway. I’d be taking time off.”

“I’m talking to Jake’s dad. Getting him to take out that undated clause. It’s going to go half way between you and Mallory.”

“I don’t need to know, Dad. Let them have it.”

“You two are the only two who deserves it.”

Bob finally looked down, his eyes teary.

“Make sure you give the kids the money in their trust funds as well. I listed an empty two since you all can’t seem to procreating.”

Bob, who had teary eyes, let out something between a laugh and a cry.

“Stop working yourself to death. You’ll regret not spending time alone with them. Don’t live with regret… your mom will probably not want to go to that big city so please keep an eye on her. Please eventually ask her to come back. She’ll leave but she’ll want to come back and stay with you all.”

Bob, not able to respond, just nodded.

How did you react to this?

“Also don’t get yourself murdered, alright? I’m not sure you’ll get to heaven.” His dad laughed a bit as Bob helped him get situated on his feet.

“Daddy, are you telling me it’s coming soon?” Bob swallowed.

“I’m exhausted. My head and my body are exhausted.”

“Dad… are you going make it to come to New York?” Bob sounded like a little kid.  

“I don’t think so.”

“Robbie! Blaine’s here!” His mom called up the stairs.

Bob went down the stairs with him carefully, ready to catch him if needed.

“Robbie, it’s all going to be okay.”

“Is it?”

#i just have colloway feels guys

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With a millions thanks to Christine, the links should be up and running. She actually tracked down all the links for me while I was sleeping-- we live on opposite parts of the Earth.

I’ve learned my lesson-- be a better writer and make sure to keep track of this. I don’t know why Tumblr decided to just delete a lot of people’s stuff but I now hopefully have a good system to use so this doesn’t happen again.

Next Friday AM I have my wisdom teeth removed. I’m 33 so I’m not expecting it to be great but hopefully I won’t have that hard of a time... considering when Phoebe was born the placenta was stuck and the doctor had to pull it out in pieces... and I felt every ounce of that. But she’s a perfect(ish) toddler and ultra cute so, you know.

Also any of you here is the US-- hope you weren’t effected by the tornadoes. What is with this every single last Friday having severe hurricane winds and power outages?

Hope everyone is doing well!