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#ooc tbd #i'm not coming back s2g

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//Eeeehh. For anyone curious, here’s is a quick rundown:

Retconned every possible link to Tilda’s influence. Unfortunately, that means Sunboy as well. I still get sad about this sometimes. A lot of care was put into developing him.

Couldn’t imagine Sarai not being a mom, so Jason volunteered Jude Umbraforms to be the dad of Sarai’s kid and after some time of joking around, the AU of them raising their daughter, Eden, together is now canon.

Migrated everything to Atlanta. Peak indulgence. :^)

#ooc

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//I would log on for the occasional rare IC post to spice up everyone’s life, but I’ve had to change Sarai so much this year (I stopped talking to Tilda, so, you know) that I’d have to take time to explain EVERYTHING that’s different just for the spice to even matter.

#ooc #i'd probably have to move blogs and everything #and that's basically a real return

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#ooc #gif /

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inb4 someone says something about yaelis being that one kid at school without gifts to speak of: rook's mother drowns him in gifts.

she was elated when she learned he shares her love of brain teasers and puzzles, so she will get him different ones from around the world. she's responsible for most of yaelis' wardrobe and block collection, too.

#txt #i used to ask her to chill; but rook explained to me that gifts are her love language. #so i allow it to an extent.

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some quick facts!

1. my family views the holidays as a time to bond and make each other gifts rather than spend at stores.

2. my apartment has a third room yaelis and i use for our hobbies. he has a mirror to dance in and a space to build with his blocks. i have my sewing equipment, some exercise bands, and a yoga mat. we share a table for doing crafts. he often likes to draw when i sew because the rhythmic sound of the machine is soothing. we also share a reading corner with a loveseat.

3. yaelis wants to draw a unique card for everyone in the family this year. it'll be his first time making something for everyone.

4. because he's making a card for me as well, he refuses to let me in the room as he works. now i'm condemned to making everyone an ugly anti-capitalist holiday sweater in the kitchen.

#txt

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yes. i agree. i do think i’m really pretty.

#strong mean lean cuisine

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Human beings b like. *sits and stares peacefully at a fire* *sits and stares peacefully at the ocean* *sits and stares peacefully at a sleeping animal*

#t

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“good dick will get you places” the place:

#t

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yaelis has rook’s resting melancholy face and my naturally {:< eyebrows. it makes him seem like he has way too much going on for a four year old.

#txt

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you know that face kittens make when they’re asleep? that’s what yaelis looks like.

#txt

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my mum knew i was sad so she went out and when she came back inside she called me up to her room and showed me this

#p

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these are the things that keep me up at night.

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i really need my family to get some dna tests done. my mother was carrying yaelis around earlier when i told her that they look so alike for the millionth time and she strikes me down with how he actually looks exactly the way moth did at age four. then she went digging around for an old photo. lo and behold, moth looked like a smudgy little scribble in the same way yaelis does now.

according to some wild family lore, there’s a lot of speculation that moth’s biological father and my mother have the same dad. i’ve never met him, but i know that he and my mother have the same eyes, complexion, and were born in the same parrish. it would finally give some more backbone to people joking that moth looks more like my mother than i do.

#txt

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i went downstairs for some pie. unfortunately, i was moments too late. someone stole the last slice. it is times like this that i wish i could manipulate probabilities like my mother.

my mother who probably manipulated her luck to get the last slice.

the betrayal of it all.

#txt

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don’t worry, the bat just broke on his body. they both knew that would happen, she simply wanted to send a message.

#txt

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according to my father, i’ve tried doing this before when i was little and strained myself so hard that i passed out for a day. when my mother learned he just let me do that, knowing good and well what the results would be, she drove all the way up to savannah to hit him with a bat.

#txt