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whatyouandihave-makesmefree · 4 years

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OTP Tag Game!

Thanks to @dancewithyoutoday for tagging me, this was really fun! <3 I've actually struggled a lot to come up with 10 ships, I think that starting from the third down they are not really in a real ranking, tho haha

1. Ian x Mickey (Shameless)

2. Brian x Justin (Queer As Folk)

3. Bill x Virginia (Masters of Sex)

4. June x Nick (The Handmaid's Tale)

5. Alyssa x James (The End of the F***ing World)

6. Pacey x Joey (Dawson's Creek)

7. Chuck x Sarah (Chuck)

8. Seth x Summer (The O.C.)

9. Jonathan x Nancy (Stranger Things)

10. Jane x Lisbon (The Mentalist)

1. Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6?

Well, I honestly don't because I was 8-9 years old lol. I guess it was s3e12, where Joey is sleeping on the couch in front of a fireplace and Pacey just stops to watch her sleeping.

2. Have you ever read a fanfic about 2?

Hmm no, I haven't but… never say never!

3. Has a picture of 4 ever been your screen saver/profile picture/tumblr screen saver?

Hmm, I'm gonna have to say no to this one too.

4. If 7 were to suddenly break up today, what would your reaction be?

Well, this one hits a nerve, because they got back together right at the end of the series finale and it wasn't exactly as I expected... I can say with certainty that I would survive because I've had to deal with worse things than that (for example, Sarah completely forgetting that she was in love with Chuck since she lost her memory because of the Intersect, therefore breaking up with him because she couldn't feel anything, maybe ?!)

5. Why is 1 so important?

O-Kay. I think they are the ones who most of all taught me that in life it's not always all sunshine and rainbows, but if you have someone to share the joys and sorrows with, your fears, your desires, and who loves you and really accepts you for who you are, then you can't fear anything. Also because I've always loved them, even when I thought it was all over, I never really believed it. I think it was love at first sight with them, and it is mainly because of the incredible interpretation of Noel and Cam and their chemistry on screen that I completely fell in love with them, first individually as characters and then together as a couple. Plus, the thrills they give me… they make me feel something that I do not feel with any other ship, maybe only Brian and Justin can get close.

6. Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship?

I don't remember there are many funny moments between them, I think they are more of a serious ship.

7. Out of all the ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry?

Definitely Ian and Mickey. They are perfect together. They are able to make you feel the same emotions they feel in that exact moment. As I write this I'm thinking about the kiss at the dock and for me that's the moment in which you perceive the true passion, the one that consumes the soul. They're the only ones who made me feel so much reality in the truest fiction.

8. Out of all your ships listed, which ship has the strongest bond?

HA. I seriously sound repetitive but, of course Ian and Mickey. They basically survived everything, prison, shitty fathers who wanted to kill them for being gay, stepsisters who wanted to ruin them just for revenge, diseases, consequences of the same diseases, prison (again?), goodbyes at the border of Mexico, other 'boyfriends', prison (yep, again.) and general misunderstandings. I mean, if they do not have the strongest bond...

9. How many times have you read/watched the 10’s fandom?

I watched it just once, but I rewatched their scenes many times in the past (if I've understood the question...?)

10. Which ship has lasted the longest?

Hmm, I don't know... Brian and Justin, maybe? Because they've been kind of together all the time, except for Justin's hateful time with Ethan, which luckily for us lasted relatively short.

11. How many times, if ever, has 6 broken up?

I'm not 100% sure, but from what I remember at least twice. The first time when Dawson found out about them, and the second one at the prom because of Pacey’s lack of self-confidence, he truly believed he was not good enough for her.

12. If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8?

I have to go for Brian and Justin because I think they can do anything together, even surviving a zombie apocalypse.

13. Did 7 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason?

Yes, for a while. Sarah is a CIA agent whose mission is to protect Chuck, and for this reason she can't be sentimentally involved. Of course she seems to forget this little detail over time lmao

Ahhh, good 'ol times.

14. Is 4 still together?

Not at the moment. Unfortunately, they never had full freedom to be together, they had to do it secretly.

15. Is 10 canon?

YEES!

16. If all 10 ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win?

Okay, this is reeally hard. Unfortunately, I don't have a clue about what Hunger Game is. But if I have to choose one at random I would say Nancy and Jonathan.

17. Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 5’s ship?

Sabotage? Well, kinda. Let's just say she tried to kill them. There was this girl, Bonnie who wants to take revenge on her boyfriend who died because of them (although she does not know that they killed him only in self-defense).

18. Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond?

Ian and Mickey, without any doubt. (For all the reasons mentioned above.)

19. Do you spend hours a day going through 3’s tumblr page?

I used to, very much. Unfortunately, since the show was canceled, there aren't a lot of active pages about them.

20. If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she’d break them all forever, which ship would you sink?

Sorry, Jisbon. I have to abandon the ship!

Thank you again, I really enjoyed it! :D

I’m tagging @himick, @isomymickey, @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @littlespooneven, @thisfeebleheart, @definitely-not-here, @gallavich-and-millagher, @you-me-us-family, I apologize if you already did it! ;)

#games #i'm sorry for any language mistakes #:))

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pi-cat000 · 5 years

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MSA time travel idea (part 29)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Vivi POV, 8, 9, 10, Lewis POV, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, Lance POV 18, 19, Lewis POV 2, 21 , 22, Vivi POV 2, 24, 25 Lewis POV 3, Mystery POV , Vivi POV 3

Part 30: here

Clank. The screwdriver clatters on the concrete, impossibly loud for something so small. Arthur grimaces at the noise, attention jumping up to the workshop door in guilty anticipation. When several seconds pass and his Uncle doesn’t come barging in to deliver a lecture on how he shouldn’t be sneaking into the workshop without permission, Arthur returns to the half-constructed box of plastic and wire he has positioned on the desk before him.

He squints in the dimming light. The sun has almost set, casting a small square of orange light on one half of the workbench. Arthur is hesitant to open the garage doors or switch on the main lights, knowing it would tip off his Uncle. An unusual lack of clients that week had left the garage wholly empty and the benches clear. Even Uncle Lance, who practically lived at the workbench, is out, giving him the window needed to finish his current project.

The project? Fix his Uncle’s old VCR. Then Lance would finally be able to re-watch all those old wrestling tapes he kept boxed, gathering dust, up in his room. The VCR, broken for as long as Arthur could remember, had been a permeant fixture of the living room until relegated to the shed out back. Arthur has his doubts on how enjoyable he would find watching two men role around or whatever they did in pro wrestling, but his Uncle probably kept the tapes around for a reason. The point of a gift was to do something nice for someone else. So far, he has pulled the whole thing apart, spotted then fixed the fault, and is fitting it back together again. Not like the VCR is super complicated. Not like the computer, which had been a lot harder to reassemble. Uncle Lance had not been pleased about that one. “Arthur!” The sudden address almost has him knocking the whole thing to the ground. He doesn’t, but it’s a near miss. “What have I told ya about messin around in here!” Arthur jumps up, dropping the screwdriver out of sight onto the seat. Not that the small action helps him any. Not with the incriminating mess spread across the workbench. “I’m not!” He blurts. His Uncle folds both his arms and gives him that unimpressed, ‘you’ll be grounded in your room for the next week if you don’t start explaining quickly,’ look. Despite Arthur now being almost the same height as Lance, the other man seems awfully tall when he’s angry. “I mean…I’m not ‘messin around’ I know exactly what I’m doing. Also, I’m only using the tools, none of the electrical equipment, just like you said. What’s dangerous about that? Not like I’m about to stab myself with the screwdriver.” He quickly delivers the pre-prepared excuse before his Uncle can start lecturing. More unconvinced frowning. The arms remain crossed. Maybe he should have skipped the ‘stab myself with a screwdriver’ part. Lance didn’t think Arthur dumb enough to do something that stupid right? Right? “Is that the VCR?” His Uncle spots the partially assembled project. So much for the gift being a surprise. Arthur clears his throat, “Yeah. I found it in the shed.” Anything in the shed was free game. “What the fuc…ah…heck ya doing to it?” Lance's next expression is more confusion than anger. Confusion is good. Arthur can work with confusion. “Fixing it,” Arthur can’t help but feel a little proud, “I just need to put the casing back, and it’ll be done.” “What for? We don’t own any tapes?” Pride becomes awkwardness, and he looks down to the ground, “Ah…what about the ones in your room?” His Uncle coughs, “Those old things? Ya’d hate wrestling.” “Yeah? I mean…I fixed it so you could watch them…” He trails off, suddenly embarrassed. His Uncle goes quiet. Why had he thought this was a good idea again? Of course, his Uncle didn’t want to watch the tapes. If he had, he would have bought a new VCR or got their one fixed by a professional. It’s not like it was expressive or anything. A weight lands on his head, and Arthur is treated to the sensation of a hand ruffling his hair. “Yeh a good kid,” His Uncle mutters before speaking louder, “I’ve been tryin to fix that thing for a good while. How long did it take ya?” The embarrassment evaporates, and Arthur lets himself grin, attention jumping up as he rushes to answer the question, “Like…four hours. I know, that’s a long time, but it took me way longer to disassemble it than I thought it would. I had to make notes and stuff because I only had the instruction manual to work from, and I didn’t want to mess up and not be able to put it back together.” He gestures at the paper-strewn workbench. “Not what I…” His Uncle starts then grunts in amusement, “That’s impressive.” Arthur feels his chest inflate and his back straighten. Impressive. His Uncle thought it was impressive.

“But you’re not getting outta trouble that easily. From now on, tell me when ya want ta use the tools…” Arthur is too happy to properly register the rest of the lecture. He is happy, right up until… “Stop. Ugh.” …His Uncle’s voice cuts off abruptly. Confused, Arthur tries reacting, but finds himself frozen, stuck staring at this Uncle’s still expression. Wind, birds, the hum of the workshop’s generator: it all drops away. Silence. The world shifts sideways, sunlight dimming. Reds, browns, and oranges are replaced with shades of grey, colour draining from the walls and floor. “Yuck,” The third, familiar, voice continues, “Enough of the mushy sentimental nonsense. It’s giving me a migraine.” Arthur, abruptly able to move, recoils violently to the side, stumbling back and spinning to face sound. Relaxed in the work chair adjacent to the bench, is a recognisable figure. A second Arthur. Green skinned, twirling the screwdriver idly between two fingers, it gives him a lazy wave. “Sup,” The creature greets jovially. A memory. This was a memory just like with Lewis and The Cave. The realisation hits him in the chest, taking his breath away, ripping the energy from his limbs. Arthur is not ten years old, avoiding homework, presenting Uncle Lance with his latest endeavour. That was the past. A memory. Grief and disappointment travel through his every cell, coiling painfully about his heart before sinking into greyed-out workshop floor. Arthur’s attention drifts to his Uncle who is still frozen, face morphed between a stern frown and half-crocked smile. This is the present. His own personal hell. “Personal hell? That’s a bit much,” The demon laughs, amused, pointing the screwdriver at him, “Humans. Kill one relative, and it’s like the word’s ending. You’re all so dramatic.” “Why are you here?” Arthur hastily retreats across the room, putting his back against the door. Between him and the doppelganger stands the frozen, desaturated silhouette of his Uncle. Whereas before, in the memory, Arthur had been shorter and barely reaching his Uncle’s eyeline, now, he is standing a head taller. Still dressed in the oiled work shirt and pants he’d be wearing for the last twelve hours, Arthur's mind churns trying to compute events around him. These are same clothes he had been wearing when…when he had… “What did you do?” He snaps, trying and failing to stop his voice from shaking. The pain weighs on him, deadening any other observations. He’d like to return to the blissful unawareness of the memory, please. Why is the bastard demon ruining even that? “Me?” The demon scoffs, “I didn’t do anything. You came here all by yourself. A mental safehouse of sorts. It happens now and then. I call it ‘ignoring reality’ but whatever, same difference.” “Can’t imagine why I’d want to ignore reality. What a mystery. How will you ever figure it out?” Arthur retorts, lacing in some sarcasm, feeling along the door for the handle. A patronising grin, “No need to be rude. We’re supposed to be a team here. It wouldn’t be right if I just let you hide out and waste away back here.” “Why not. You have my body, what else do you want?” Arthur finds and tries the handle, jiggling it about. It is stuck fast. Funny, this door didn’t have a lock in the real world. Arthur could just scream. “Our body. OUR.” The demon stands, chucking the screwdriver down. The screwdriver’s blue handle turns grey like the rest of the environment, and it clanks once on the desk before freezing. “In all honestly? I get lonely, driving around all by myself. Being stuck in a cave for a century or two will do that to a guy. Sure, the whingeing is a little annoying, but hey, what’s a road trip without friends.” “You killed...” He swallows the sentence. It’s too painful to say. “We are not friends.” “Ouch.” The demon stalks closer, green eyes flashing, “Now that one really hurt…” Arthur stills, dread growing exponentially. The room suddenly feels tiny and very constricting, like it is shrinking in on him, forcing the two of them closer together. “…and after all the fun we’ve had. That’s despite exceptional levels of restraint on my part. I’ve killed, what, two or three people? That’s nothing.” They are now a half meter a part, and, despite being almost identical, the demon looms up over him. “Take it from the expert. This,” A loose but pointed gesture towards the frozen memory of his Uncle, “can always get worse. For instance, Lew’s family, I can kill them quickly or slowly. I’m leaning towards quick, more time to hit the road, but hey if I need to prove a point…” “NO!” “…I will.” Arthur’s yell bounces abnormally around the empty workshop. In attempting to inch along the wall and give himself room, he has managed to back himself into a corner between two shelving units. Now, he’s boxed in with the doppelganger standing far to close. Body language nonchalant, at odds with an unnaturally blank expression, the threat hangs in the silence. “So enough of this. How about you join me up front." A hand is extended, accompanied by an abrupt smile. Green eyes half-closed with delight it sings, “It’s what you’ve always wanted.” Yeah, when he was with his friends and having fun maybe he had once wished to spend more time up front driving with Lewis and Vivi. After all this, it seemed so dumb to want something that stupid. Arthur studies the ground, stalling, increasingly dismayed. The grey concrete is speckled with small pot-marks from where he or his Uncle have dropped tools or equipment. What he doesn’t want is to be subjected to strange emotions or stuck with his own thoughts, trapped, watching this thing continue to rip his life apart. When had wanting anything ever worked out well for him? Not like this decision mattered anyway. It was just an illusion of choice. The demon could pull Arthur out any time it wanted. His hand twitches up. Obviously, he’s moving too slow, because there is a sigh of inflated irritation. A hand slaps over his wrist. Before Arthur can flinch, the world dissolves. There is a yanking sensation, then light, sound, and smell return. The van materialises around him. The seats are firm, indented from use, there is the lingering smell of greasy food, and sound of an idling engine. Arthur is briefly stunned into non-thought, mind running a blank, while he deals with the stimulation onslaught alongside a disorientating deluge of conflicting foreign emotions. Of course, after he acclimatises, the despair it right there to swallow him up again. Hopelessness is a heady darkness, eating him up, leaving him with barely a coherent thought. It makes him tired. Dully, Arthur notes their location as they turn onto the highway, having just been stopped in a rest area. Nice to know he’d been enough of an inconvenience that the demon had needed to pull over and fish Arthur out of his memories. An inconvenience. That was the extent of his ability. Story of his pathetic life. While Arthur wallows in his failures, he idly notes the road as it curves ahead, recognising a collection of stone bluffs passing on the right. He knows this section of highway. They are on their way to Kingsman Mechanics. Home or to what was once his home. Maybe, if he unexpectedly tries to wrestle for control at just the right moment- perhaps on the tricky turn coming up, -he can send the van flying. Take them both out. At this point, Arthur is willing to try anything to save Lewis’s family. Road safety be damned. The road dips down into a tight turn. Arthur tracks the van’s progress. Right on the road’s bend, Arthur throws his weight against the nothing and space restraining him, trying to get some response. He, maybe, manages to freeze the body for a millisecond before getting shoved aside with disgusting ease. “You know. If this body dies, I’ll still be here. You’ll be gone for good though,” The demon comments conversationally, shrugging their shoulders in a ‘what can you do’ movement. ‘Bet there’s a reason you don’t ride around in a possessed corpse.’ Another failure. Add it to the list. “Aside from the fact that I have standards.” A laugh. “I mean, hey, one of us needs to.” More amusement at his expense. Arthur winces and doesn’t bother engaging further, choosing instead to sink down and wrap himself in his blanket of misery. His only consolation is that this pain is all him and not the demon. The demon is still feeling a mix of satisfaction and enjoyment. Small potatoes when put up against his own overwhelming desolation. When it comes to negative emotions, even without his body, Arthur has the bastard beat. It is not much of a consolation.

Part 30: here

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moonshroooms · 6 years

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Hey, let’s talk about the awesome kids I have as neighbors :D

So there are a few kids in my building who like to come over and play video games. Them, along with my friend/their older brother Tay, all roast each other and play video games on the weekends (though it has been sans Tay, since he’s off in the army for a while ; w ;). The kids still come over on occasion regardless. I tend to refer to them as “my kids,” to my friends. Most of these kids are siblings, except for two, who aren’t related to the other like, 5 or so, but are cousins to each other.

First up is

Nyla: She’s a cute little, six or so?, year old. For her age, she’s pretty good a smash bros, though obviously she’s not great, cuz she’s only six. She doesn’t come around as often anymore (mostly because I grew very tired of essentially babysitting. Smash isn’t quite as fun when one of your opponents has a hard time getting back on stage, and interrupts the FITE you’re trying to have with someone else, as well as getting pouty and crying when she loses a lot. Not fun at all). When she is here and plays though, we have realized she is not good enough to be an opponent (obviously), but dangerous enough to not be ignored (Little Mac is her favorite and that sucker hits hard). We call her the Stage Hazard.

Next we have Young, about 10 or 11 or something like that. Young’s kind of a spazzy kid. And I feel like I might be making bad assumptions or something, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he was autistic or something of that nature (keeping in mind that I don’t know, and it certainly doesn’t make a difference to me if he is, just something I’ve thought might be possible). I also have no idea what signs of autism are, nor do I know any common behaviors beyond the extremely stereotyped “bad social skills, likes trains” stereotype (which I’m sure is an incredibly over-generalization).

His social skills aren’t fantastic and he just kinda says random things sometimes? He’s a good kid though, but he’s certainly not good at playing nice with the other kids, y’know? But then, the other kids are also not very nice to him either (it’s kind of a back and forth thing. They’d be nicer if he was nicer, but he’s not, so then they’re meaner to him, and then he’s meaner back and just endless circle of boo). If he’s over by himself he’s perfectly content just playing Super Mario Bros. for wii (his favorite one. He always restarts it for some reason every time he picks it up again), and talking to himself. He gets real salty real fast is smash though, and him and his brother usually slap each other at least once when they’re playing smash. If he’s getting pouty it’s pretty easy to cheer him up by making him laugh (usually by way of threatening to tickle him). His other favorite game to play is Life is Strange, which obviously isn’t really the most appropriate game for a kid, but I didn’t feel like it was bad enough to say no. He really likes it, and it was interesting to sit and watch him think about what decisions to choose and why. He was pretty introspective with it tbh. He choose to have Chloe and Max kiss, and then acted like it was so scandalous, but he didn’t rewind and change it at all XD

At first I was 100% sure he only ever came over to play video games, but I have learned that he does indeed like me and think I’m nice. (At some point he made a grand exit to go play with some of his friends and he stopped at the door, turned to us and pointed at each one going “you suck, you suck, you suck,” *points at me* “you’re cool,” *points at last kid* “and you really suck, PEACE.” And just left XD Then again, one time he did promise me he’d beat me in smash over and over again so much that I’d get really mad and cry about it (to which I told him “kiddo, if you get good enough at smash that I lose multiple times in a row I will be the happiest person and super proud of you”). He seemed a bit confused and sad that I wasn’t gonna be salty about it XD One time his family went to Chuck-E-Cheese and he brought me back vampire teeth, like what a sweetheart?? I mean, they were too small for my adult teeth but I appreciate that he spent some tickets on me. Young’s favorite Smash characters are Cloud, Captain Falcon, and Ike (sometimes he picks up Little Mac).

Next up is Leeniel (or LeeLee, as we call him. Also I have no idea how to spell his actual name): I think he’s maybe 12 or so? Lee’s actually not around very much. When he is here he’s usually quiet (though he does talk during the match and all that. We all gotta trash talk in this group). He likes to draw (in fact, for my birthday last month he drew me a very adorable picture of Toon Link, one of my smash mains. Like how sweet and awesome are my kids? I love them). I can’t really say much about Lee, other than he’s pretty cocky about his Smash Bros. skills (he’s better than Young, but still not better than Trell, who I’ll talk about in a bit). Lee’s favorite fighters are Link, Cloud, and Little Mac.

Neeeext up is Solomon (or Solo, as we call him): Solo is a 16-year-old giraffe. Like I mean it, he’s fricking huge. He has to bend down to get through my doorway. I think he’s somewhere past 6”5, I believe? I don’t even know man. I do know that the best thing is when he comes by to visit after being gone a long while, he always picks me up. Being 5”2 and suddenly being hoisted way past your own height is great. Solomon is energetic, loud, funny, and a little immature. I know for a fact that he’s autistic, as his mother has randomly mentioned it to me (she was lamenting that it was hard for him to have friends his age, since he tends to be less mature than them). Solo doesn’t come around much, as he’s often living with his dad, and it seems he’s lost a lot of interest in smash. He’s tried to get me to buy Pokken Tournament, but like, I played it and it’s pretty meh? It’s okay, I just like Smash better (probably cuz I already put in the work for that one and I’m pretty good at it. I ain’t wanna start at ground zero again). I worry that if I buy it the other kids won’t play it with me as much (though they are children, if we’re being honest: if you build it, they will come, if I buy it, they will play lol). Solo I know for a fact hates Undertale, though he hasn’t played it for himself. It’s just the Undertale explosion he hates I figure, so sad, cuz it really is a great game that should be at least tried out once. He did surprise me by spotting my Journey game was like “muthafucker that game is beautiful.” XD So he’s got a short attention span and is pretty immature, but loves Journey. It’s fantastic honestly. Solo was actually the person who inspired me and Trell to get really good at the game, cuz we were on top until Solo came along and we realized “wait we actually have no idea how the FAKC to play this game.” I can proudly say I am now smash queen and Trell and Solo are about par with each other. Solo’s favorite characters are Little Mac and Samus (but mostly Little Mac).

Next is Charni (Shar-nay), who I love and call her my Protégé. I think she’s around Young’s age, maybe a couple months older. I first met her when I was at Solomon’s house (another kid I’ll bring up in a sec). She’s his little cousin, I believe, and she was kinda shy and bored. I plopped down next to her and started showing her how to play Smash so she could play with us. She had quite the steep learning curve since none of the other kids would go easy on her for being new, but I made sure to praise her when she got a good hit, and show her what to do so she wouldn’t get discouraged. I’m proud to say she quickly adored smash and is a regular part of our game weekends when she’s in town :D She’s at about an equal level with Young (not surprising, since they’re the same age), though she tends to play a bit smarter than he does and is less predictable.

I made it my mission to try and make sure she ended up liking nerd things, and I’m happy to say it ended up that she did XD She’s reading some Legend of Zelda manga last time I saw her, and she knows a little about Undertale from some fan things, though she’s never actually played the game? I tried to get her to play it, but she got bored, so meh. She likes Steven Universe and Gravity Falls too! I let her wear my Dipper hat whenever she sees it. Sometimes I’ll come home from work or school and she’ll just be there, chillin’ with my mom and watching an old black and white movie. I’ll usually have to put my foot down like “hell naw it’s a weekday I ain’t dealing with you snots come back Friday.” It’s pretty obvious she looks up to me a lot, and gets really happy when I praise her. Sometimes the boys pick on her (like saying she’s fat in a derogatory manor or saying she sucks at the game. She’s not fantastic at Smash obviously, she’s still just a kid, but she’s certainly not as bad as they make her seem. And she’s not fat at all really? She’s not basically bones like I am, but she doesn’t look like she has serious weight on her? She’s like, 120lb or something and quite a few inches taller than me. Not ThaT theRE’S a pROoBlem if shE WaSS, just she’s really not fat, and I don’t like the other kids to be using the word fat in a derogatory manner. Body shaming is not okay in my house).

I love her hair to, it’s fantastic. I believe she’s black and Hawaiian, and my god that Polynesian wavy hair is so fantastic I wish it was mine. I’ve gotten her to play Breath of the Wild, Mario Odyssey, and Phantom Hourglass (not that it took much convincing, lol), and she’s pretty good at them honestly! :D Sometimes she doesn’t want to play games though and she’ll just plop next to me while I’m on my computer and read funny Tumblr posts or webcomics with me, she’s adorbs. She’s a tough cookie, and she can get salty about Smash sometimes, but she’s usually a pretty good sport. Sometimes when it’s just us practicing, she’ll tell me to go at her 100%, and then quickly start yelling for me to stop when I do XD. For my birthday she made like, typography of Link’s name and colored it. So sweet. Her favorite fighters are Corrin, Dark Pit, and recently her brawler Mii that she made.

Next up is my favorite child (but don’t tell the others) Latrell (or just Trell): Trell’s a fantastic kid honestly. I think he’s like, 13/14 or so? I always say he’s 12 though, just cuz it ticks him off. Trell is easily my biggest rival in smash, as we’re just about at the same level (though I’m still reigning champ). He tells me that I’m a sore winner (I mean, I celebrate when I win, but it’s not like I jump up and dance and sing about what a loser everyone is. So that’s the salt talking ;3), but then he’s actually a sore winner/loser. If he loses enough time he’ll start trying to slap me or get pouty enough to need a break, and if he wins (or god forbid starts winning a few times in a row), he’ll start rubbing it in my face. And when I lose I tend to laugh and be like ‘dangnabit that suck, next time I got this’, but obviously losing starts to suck when some little twerp starts acting like he’s hot shit cuz he won the last 4 rounds and cuts you off with proclamations about what a loser you are – like, not even in a joking way either XD At some point I had to stop playing against him one day cuz he was getting really mean about me winning. Like, tone it down child we’re all friends here.

Most of the time he’s a great kid, though like most children he’ll have his moments. He likes to help me cook and bake and likes to sing. One of my favorite things is that I think he sort of came out to me last month or so, but in like the lamest way possible. Keeping in mind I knew he wasn’t straight (I figured he was either gay or bisexual, but I wasn’t sure), waaaaaaay long time ago. Like, I think before he knew kind of a thing? There were obvious stereotypical signs, but I don’t really like to assume, so I figured until I had confirmation that he did like boys or girls or both, I’d just use gender-neutral terms and stuff. He likes a lot of musicals, celebrity gossip, RuPal’s Drag Race, y’know the totally-not-stereotypical interests of gay culture – it’s really a miracle I picked up on it at all it was so subtle. He’d also made mention to several boys being cute, or that a few of his male classmates had a crush on him (or vice versa), so I knew he was interested in boys at least. Girls were yet to be seen (though I knew he’d had a girlfriend or something in the past, but I didn’t know if it was because he was interested in both, or if it was a ‘I didn’t know I was interested in boys, so I had a girlfriend’, kind of thing).

There was this one conversation that I still look back on and laugh. He was talking about his crush, and that he was worried about them cuz they were getting wisdom teeth pulled out and (since I work part time at an oral surgeon’s place), I just said “wisdom teeth? Oh he’ll be fine calm down.”

And he looks at me all mock-offended and goes “Did you just assume my crush’s gender??”

“That depends – was I right?”

“Listen that’s not the point here”

Anyways I official learned he was bisexual when he made me watch a movie called GBF (Gay Best Friend, which, I don’t know if this movie is revolutionary in the gay community or anything, but I’m sorry it’s an awful fucking movie. This kid gets forcefully outed by some app, and then the popular girls were all clamoring to get him to be their best friend, because a gay best friend was the hot new commodity they just had to have like he’s a new fricking purse for them to customize so they could win their petty popular girl war. And then there was like, a prom war/prom sabotage thing? Either way it’s a dumb-ass movie. Also waaaaaay too inappropriate for this 13/14 year old to have watched? Like, in one scene a Mormon dude in it was being all bi-curious and 100% starts trying to rub off our Main Character in a truck, and another scene of one of the popular girls is like dry humping one of the dude characters in a bed and like omg I wasn’t expecting it to get that inappropriate + my mom walked in right at the truck scene and I died inside. Like you are too young for this go watch some Duck Tales fool what are you doing).

Anyways, at the end of the movie he just goes “guess I already got you you’re GBF, haha lloloeeleolol :D ;D XDDD.”

And I just gave him this fed-up look like “did you just come out to me with the worst movie I’ve ever seen??? Even though I clearly already knew?????”

“Yes. Also it’s actually BBF.”

And I was just like “Trell you’re hilarious and everything, but if you ever show me a movie as bad as GBF ever again I will punch you in the throat.” And then I shoved him off the couch.

Since the GBF movie I swear he’s been making 10x more LBGT jokes. We have a tube of muscle relaxer or whatever called Bengay, and anytime he happens to see it he’ll pick it up and loudly announce “heh, yeah, I’ve been-gay before lelel” which usually ends up with my snatching the Bengay and launching it across the room.

And he’s like, 14, so I wouldn’t be surprised if his sexuality changed at all in the future, but for now at least he’s stated he’s bisexual. Either way, he’s the sweetest and funniest kid, and I do my best to know he’s more than accepted in my home.

Anyways, Trell is absolute incapable of playing single player games. I tried to get him to play Mario Odyssey and he got as far as pressing the jump button before he melted off the couch and complained that it was torture. He loves to challenge me to Pikmin, but won’t play the single player campaign (I got him to play like, halfway through the first level and that’s it). His favorite characters in smash are aaaaaall of them. He’s more of an all-arounder for the characters, and sometimes he’ll switch and have a new main for a while. Sometimes he’ll get butthurt about being beaten by Pikachu and Toon Link, cuz he says they were his mains first and he only stopped cuz I used them (which for some reason all the kids feel like they need to ask me to use Pikachu or Toon Link, and I have NO IDEA why. Like the fuck use whoever you want it’s a fricken game I don’t own them). The characters he goes back to most though are: Peach, Zero Suit Samus, and Villager (usually the girl skins).

And while he’s not child, why don’t I bring up the older bro Tay: Tay is really bad at smash but he keeps on trying and I’m proud of him XD His favorite characters are Samus and Ganondorf.

Aaaaand that’s all I wanted to say bye

#personal #kids #LGBT+ I guess?#I mention it a lil #but in relation to my kid

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