#i just need a solid month where i don't have to worry about school

[freezethebeez]

hello freezethebeez enjoyers o/ just stopping by to give some brief updates since i've been quiet for a bit haha

i'm still here! the catalyst document is in tact! although it is now accompanied by various haikyuu drafts!

so, in short, it is more likely that a haikyuu one shot will be released before the next chapter of catalyst. when that one shot will arrive? i have no idea. i've only got a few more weeks of school, so probably some point in july :)

tldr; still alive! just haikyuu fixated right now. catalyst will return eventually :]

#breaking news! #final projects and exams are draining me atm lol #i've been too tired to even use social media these days #i just need a solid month where i don't have to worry about school #then i'll be good i think #tis all o/ #this is a lighthearted post i promise lol

[reiderwriter]

Okay, I just wanted to start off and say I love your stories. They're always so good. You've reblogged one of my stories a while, and I actually squealed and scared the crap out of my friend. But yeah, I live you and your stories 💖💖💖

So I read your one story of Spencer being a soon-to-be dad, and I really like the idea of seeing Spencer and reader as actual parents just feeling the emotions. I thought something based around their daughter (because Spencer's a girl dad) hitting a milestone like walking, talking, or something even bigger like the first day of school. I don't know if that makes sense, but either way, I hope you like it!

A/N: I love the idea of new-dad Spencer. He deserves a loving family and a baby so much 😭 I combined this request with one of the prompts for @imagining-in-the-margins Kid Fic challenge which you can find the details for here! ❤️

Warnings: none, just fluff.

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You never thought leaving to go for a spa day would be one of the hardest things you'd have to do in your life, but here you were. 

In the ten months since you'd given birth to your daughter, you'd been stressed, lacking in sleep, leaking fluids from places that you forgot could have fluids leak from, and you'd been totally, irreversibly, head over heels in love. 

Both with the tiny little gremlin you'd given birth to, and with the man that you watched become a father. 

Spencer Reid was a great dad. 

He'd had a fair amount of anxiety leading up to the birth, worrying about every detail, talking to geneticists, driving you to and from each check up or attending via video call if he was on a case. After she was born, he helped out as best he could. 

For a man who had delivered a baby before and was absolutely great with his teammates' kids, he couldn't hold her for the first week without an intense look of panic crossing his features.

“Y/N, what happens if I drop her?” 

“Y/N, she sneezed. What if I got her sick?”

“Y/N, she fell asleep, I can't move.” 

A genius with an IQ of 187 slashed to 60 in front of a pretty girl. His tiny daughter had him thrown through a loop he got seriously stuck in. 

He was still helpful, and he got used to all his new duties and tasks within a week, but watching those cute clueless expressions pass over his face now and then endeared you to him that much more. 

He knew everything, but he had to learn this right there with you. 

So yes, leaving for a relaxing spa visit was hard. 

Spencer had been on a case for the last four days, his first since your daughter had arrived and the official end to his paternity leave. You'd been happy to see him get back to it, in all honesty. Spencer’s job, his research, and his work at the FBI were like muscles he needed to stretch. It wasn't that he couldn't live without them, but there would always be a part of him that felt stiff or unsure of himself without the possibilities of a case to unravel or some theorizing to do. 

You were slightly panicked at the thought of being alone with your daughter for four days, but you managed. With a phone call home every single night where he asked you about every single thing your little bundle of joy had done outside of his watchful gaze. 

Now, it was your turn. 

Spencer had insisted on it upon returning from his case. He got four nights of relative peace after 20 months of waking up with the baby, sleeping with the baby, napping when the baby napped, carrying the baby around when it became evident that she was desperately scared of not being the center of attention. 

He came back with a spring in his step, and the deep desire to see you get a solid night's rest the way he'd been able to. 

You'd tried shooting him down, multiple times, to no reward. 

“Spencer, you didn't exactly just up and go off gallivanting. You were working.”

“I was working, and I still got more rest than you. I really needed that sleep and time away, Y/N, and I think you do, too. Now, please, go away,” he'd pulled you into his arms when you'd put the baby down that night to reveal his brilliant plans. 

“Just for the night. Go away for a lovely overnight break. Not indefinitely. I love you.” His panicked confession at the end sent you into giggles, that with a few well times kisses had you reluctantly agreeing to the girls trip he'd planned you. 

The BAU girls had been roped into accompanying you on the trip, which honestly meant that he'd be getting status updates any time he asked for one. 

JJ, Penelope, Emily, and Tara were all going to strong arm you into the car if need be to carry you off to the nearest 5(ish) star Hotel and Spa. 

And that's exactly what happened. 

The man had even packed the bag for you to send you off, had made you breakfast in bed and had run to every sound your daughter had made from dusk until dawn so you didn't have to lift a finger. 

“Y/N, you're resting today.”

“But-” 

“No. No buts. Just rest.”

“At least let me hold her for a second to say goodbye.” He blinked at you for a few seconds before his stubbornly helpful face turned softer, and he quickly handed your daughter back for a small cuddle. 

With a lingering hug, you told your daughter - who absolutely did not care one bit that you would be wandering out of the house soon enough - that you'd be back in the morning, kissed your husband on the lips, and were swiftly kidnapped by JJ and Emily. 

To your credit, you lasted two whole hours before breaking down. 

The drive to the hotel was quick and peaceful, and it felt nice to breathe in the fresh air without having to also check for various baby smells. 

You checked in fast, and all gathered in the in-hotel restaurant for brunch and mimosas, and then it hit you. Another mother walked in with a stroller, and you were blubbering. 

Your bottom lip wobbled, and the rest of the world ceased to exist as you gave in to the emotions. 

You knew, of course, that you were going to have to leave your daughter at some point. It wasn't healthy for either of you to have attachment issues, and you didn't want to hinder your daughters development by sticking too close - but that didn't mean you didn't miss her. 

JJ noticed your watery eyes first. “Oh no, I know that look,” she smiled over her drink, taking a sip. 

“What? What look?” You said, but giving yourself massively away with a good sniff and watery blink. 

“You lasted longer than I did. I couldn't go half an hour without turning my car around and heading back to Henry, and I swear it was only worse with Michael.” 

You giggled a bit as you wiped your eyes. 

“Do you think… do you think we could go back? Just for a little bit. I just want to check on them.”

The women passed a look between them and then nodded back at you, obviously having expected this. 

“Actually, we didn't book any spa treatments until the afternoon. We had a feeling something like this would happen,” Tara smiled at you, and you snorted in surprise as you dabbed away your tears with a handkerchief. 

“We are laying some ground rules though,” Emily said, a stern tone fighting the playful smile on her face. 

“We can peak through a window, but we're not going in. And we're not going to call ahead and let Spencer know. The kid needs to know you feel confident in his parenting skills, and if he's just got the baby settled and you come back in, it won't be easy to calm her down again.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” you said, but you were already halfway to the car by the time you could finish the sentence. 

The girls pulled up a block away and let you walk calmly back to your front door. 

You'd since agreed to a time limit and not to unlock the door. Emily went ahead to scope out the house, communicating with JJ on the phone who was holding your hand to stop you from wringing them. 

You'd never been a part of the BAU, but somehow you felt like a team member on a case getting ready to stake out a target. 

When Emily gave you the signal, the rest of the girls gave you space, and you ducked down to peer into your ground floor window. 

Spencer was on his stomach with your daughter, and they were having what seemed like a riveting conversation. 

“And so then I obviously got tongue-tied. Like I said, Daddy isn't good at talking to people, let alone beautiful women like Mommy.” 

“Be be be da.”

“Exactly. I really embarrassed myself, actually. I went up to her and said ‘do you have a number?’ and she was so confused.”

“Ba!” 

“Yeah, she sounded like that, too. I kept talking more and more, and she couldn't understand what I meant. She thought I was asking about her age at one point. I was just getting redder and redder, and then she grabbed my hand and led me to a seat at the back of the bookshop because she thought I was sick.”

He smiled down at the infant again, still babbling to herself.

“I was sick, of course, but it was just love sickness. I still am.” 

The tears that you'd delicately wiped away earlier came back hot and heavy now as you resisted the urge to crawl through the window to your precious family. 

Spencer was telling your daughter the story of how he first asked you out, near disastrously, and from the sounds of it, he wasn't done telling stories. 

“I really love your Mommy, you know. She's wonderful.”

“Mmmm,”

“See, you think so too. Everyone thinks so.” 

“Mmmma” 

“Yes, your Mama. You’re just like her, everyone loves you, too.” 

“Mama.”

You heard Spencer's breath hitch as you closed a hand over your mouth to stop a shocked squeal from coming out. 

“T-That's right. Mama. One more time, say mama.”

“Mama,” the little baby squealed in delight, reacting to her fathers utter joy. 

“You're speaking. One more time, Mama.”

“Mama!” 

“Your mama is going to be so mad,” Spencer whispered, grabbing his daughter up in one more careful hug and kissing her face as she giggled delightfully. “We need to keep this a secret. Tomorrow, you'll have you say your first word in front of her, and we'll both act surprised, okay? Promise?”

The gargle he got in response was enough to have your shoulders shaking as the others extricated you from your own front lawn. 

Back in the car, you broke down into giggles and tears, shoulders rising and falling in sobs and laughter intermittently. 

“Is this a total psychotic break or just a symptom of seeing Spencer as a dad?” Penelope asked, nudging you with her elbow as you tried to regain your composure.

“It's… whew, it's okay. We can go back now.” 

“You sure?” JJ asked from the driver's seat, and you nodded once again.

“Yeah. I'm fine now. I'm really good.” 

The women all offered you similar smiles as you drove away, blissful and content. 

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #mgg #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fandom #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid criminal minds #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x reader fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n

[silverskye13]

how did you get the confidence to write fanfiction? i always worry that i won't portray the characters properly so any ideas or wants to write fanfics that i have go away or i talk myself out of it :(

Well! First and foremost: Most people don't start writing,,,, anything with confidence. Let alone fanfic, where you know other people are going to be looking at it, with their own ideas of how the characters are supposed to act and feel influencing what they're coming to the story with. My first fanfic I was very insecure, which I feel like was evident, reading through the author's notes now. Apologies whenever something that required a lot of suspension of disbelief happened, a poll so readers could decide the ending so I wouldn't disappoint anybody, only to end in me writing and posting three different endings. Long justifications for why I chose certain things in the author's notes. The fic nowadays reads to me like a very rough apology.

"Hi I'm sorry I tried. Be kind I'm very scared."

But the thing about writing that fic was, it was the writerly equivalent of jumping into the deep end of the pool for the first time. After I bobbed back to the surface and realized a shark hadn't like, taken my legs off while I was down there, jumping in again got easier. And kept getting easier. And now I just write and post things.

There's kind of two schools of thought that I've seen people subscribe to, when it comes to taking the first leap. The one that's really popular around here on Tumblr is: Do it scared. It is simple and straightforward. You are scared. You will be scared. You probably never won't be scared. So do it scared. Write your thing, close your eyes and hit send [either to post it or to share it with one or two friends, or even just hitting the "save" button and not deleting it]. Get scared, do it, close your eyes, finish. When you open your eyes again and nothing terrible has happened, you can breathe a sigh of relief and do it scared again. It's a little nerve-wracking at first, but the idea is giving your mind the association of jumping and not falling. I did it and I didn't fail, therefore it is safe to do it again.

The other school of thought [the one I specifically subscribe to] is: Do it once. What you think or feel about it doesn't matter. What matters is you did it once. Maybe it will be hell, or it'll suck terribly. Maybe you're really excited! And it turns out great! Maybe its a wild ride of ups and downs, and by the end you need a few months to catch your breath and decide if it was worth it. Regardless: you did it once. Now you know, if you want to, you can do it again. Now you can decide if its worth doing again. For me, the euphoria of finishing a project always far outweighs the trouble getting there, so the step forward of "Do it once" is powerful for me. And that can be broken down too. "Write one chapter." "Draw one drawing." "Clean one room in the house." There is no pressure to continue if its really that terrible, but you at least get to decide if one was worth it [and a solid 9 times out of 10, one was worth it enough to do it more.]

Now, all that said, if what you're worried about is writing the characters right and nothing else -- don't worry too much. Most people care less about how true to life the characters are, and care a lot more about consistency in the story. An example from RnS: In canon, Helsknight is a cartoonish villain with one motivation, and that motivation is taking over hermitcraft Doofenschmirtz style. To date, no one has come into my inbox demanding I change him, because he's so OOC he's basically an OC at this point. What people have come into my inbox about though, is "Hey, you established X in this chapter, but he said Y in this chapter. Was there a reason for that?" which is them saying, "Why didn't you keep your character consistent?" If you tell your audience what the expectations are for the story and you stick with them, they will stop caring about OOC moments and characterizations, and will trust you're going somewhere with your writing. Suspension of disbelief, your powerful friend! They put the world on their shoulders and carry and everybody watches and claps.

If you're also worried about consistency, then start out with one shots! There's a lot less room for error, no large, sweeping character arcs to keep track of. And stringing a bunch of one-shots together can give you practice with character consistency and progression without committing to something massive and overarching. If you're truly worried about making the characters exactly like Canon [or the Canon in your head], I recommend making little lists of character traits, or important things you want to keep in mind. At that point you're scared of your own consistency, and you just need a framework to keep yourself consistent enough for yourself, if that makes sense?

Hopefully! This helps! Sorry I'm a little scattered today :'D

#answering asks #caramelcoatednightmares #writing advice #fanfic advice #longpost #the barking writer #im very sleepy and still thinking about soup #i think maybe i'm just very thirsty

[scintillyyy]

anyways if i were to try and modernize drake parenting (which i guess i already have with my one fic lmao), the one thing i would not do is keep the "out of contact for months on end" part because to me, that part was definitely meant to be a limitation of the time era (i will forever be yammering about robin ii: joker's wild and when bruce went to russia during tim's training period because even bruce, richest man in the world and who happens to be batman, was unable to be contacted while overseas in that same time period) and despite those time era limitations they clearly did attempt to somewhat keep in touch with their son and keep him in the loop of where they were!

detective comics #618

now, in general, a lot of how they're perceived is because of tim's speech bubble when he says "i guess that sums them up! never know where they're going to be--or when--or even how long!". and tbh it should! tim at 13 isn't privy to a lot of their plans and they probably don't feel the need to give him detailed itineraries because he's only 13. or maybe they do, and he's 13 and doesn't bother to remember them because they have the tendency to change on the fly. but i think a lot of people will modernize this as "tim would know where they were with today's technology, ergo, they must not talk to him for months on end because he only got postcards every so often". but to me, the postcard is pretty key that for the time period they were at least trying to keep their son in the loop about their travels! here are some things we also find out in this exchange: tim knew they were in zanzibar prior to this, so they had to have contacted him to let him know that and the post-card is their way of telling tim "hey, we're in the caribbean now! we plan to be home next week or the week after. we'll call you once we're home!"

(and again. i genuinely don't take much umbrage at the whole "we'll call you" thing. say they make it home tuesday night at 9pm. tim is in boarding school. of course they would call right away, rather than show up or something, to let him know they made it home alright, since they probably can't just pop in. they would probably make plans during that to pick him up on friday so his schooling isn't interrupted.)

sorry, tangent. given that the drakes are shown to be somewhat keep tim in the loop despite the technological limitations of the time, to me it makes more sense that when modernizing them they have the ability to call him and talk to him and let him know their plans and they actually do so--and to me, this changes so little about what 13 year old tim knows about their plans and itineraries. so to me a modern drake family isn't one that doesn't call tim for months on end because originally they sent post-cards from wherever they were at. a modern drake family would, in fact, be updating tim in real time about where they're at because they have the technology to do so. and the best part is is that you can still manage to give tim his canon issues with them, despite this!!

because you have the drakes. they still choose to send tim to boarding school versus take him with them. likely their side of this is out of love for tim--they want him to have a good education, a stable childhood, to be safe from some of the more dangerous areas they travel to. and tim, age 7-8 when this starts, would probably still feel abandoned, like his parents are leaving him behind despite what their intentions are! and the drakes do their best to keep in touch. weekly phone calls and face-times where they talk about their travels and ask about tim's week at school. but their plans change so much even when they try to give tim a solid itinerary, it changes. tim will ask how switzerland is and "oh! something came up and we're in italy now". there's still a sense of instability there for tim--he's 11 and while his parents are trying their best to keep him updated every week, things change behind his back. they ask about his grades and worry if it seems like he's struggling with a subject, a completely normal thing for parents to be concerned about and it's their only measure of how tim is doing in school, and because they're not really physically around tim internalizes it somewhat as "they don't care as long as my grades are high" even if that wasn't their intention. it's superficial conversations of school and extracurriculars and always ends with i love you and miss you but always dances around the deep subjects of "i miss you" and "sometimes i feel like you don't love me". when his parents start fighting more, it's both relief and bitterness that they're gone, so tim doesn't have to deal with it.

and then there's janet. and while modern janet wouldn't necessarily face as many societal issues towards being a working mom as she would have in her introduction, she does have to deal with modern motherhood and all its issues, the main one being guilt and shame. i like to keep the idea of her as a young mother like she likely would have been back then because that in itself can be a sort of stress for her. all the other mothers in her upper-class cohort are probably a good 10 years older than her and probably look down on her a bit for her age. she's lost touch with a lot of same age friends because they're in very different life stages at this point. she never really got a chance to establish herself prior to having a child, which makes her slightly more dependent on jack and more likely to overlook his worst behavior. she wants to be someone her son will be proud of, so she busts her butt for her education and her job, never realizing that she's slightly neglecting her son because she's so focused on being a good example for him, someone he can be proud of, like all of his other peers. she loves tim so much, would choose to have him again and again and again if she had to, but she feels like a failure that motherhood isn't the all encompassing fulfillment that everyone around her seems to say it is. she enjoys work, but does that mean she doesn't love her son? she hates how much she enjoys work, how it makes her feel like a real human being instead of just "tim's mom". she has a husband who definitely does not contribute 50% of the work or mental load. so whenever the school calls, it's always up to her to deal with it. she's a little resentful that jack doesn't put in any of the work. is he even doing anything, really? she calls up tim. "are you sure everything's okay there? i can come home." "yes," tim lies, just to see the relief in his mom's eyes. "everything's totally fine. i'm very happy. school is nice.". she and jack are fighting more. she doesn't want to do that in front of her son.

jack thinks everything is dandy. why wouldn't he? he's never actually done any of the hard work. he's the fun dad. in a more modern era, he's more likely to have been a latchkey kid and tbh? he thrived in it. little parental oversight. the problem with kids these days is that parents are too involved, y'know? he can't believe what this world is coming to with all this hovering. anyways, jack loved it, so why wouldn't tim? speaking of tim, jack is so proud of him. whenever someone asks about his son, he can't help but smile. "tim? he's the greatest kid in the world. smart as a whip, too. i'm so lucky to be his dad." he would never tell tim that, though. he shouldn't need to--isn't it obvious how proud he is of his son? he was fine without hearing all that mushy stuff. he just knew his parents loved him. tim should just know. janet's getting more snappy with him and he doesn't understand why? he's a far more involved father that some of the men he knows. why, last time they were home, he took tim to the monster truck rally just so janet could have a few hours to herself. why is she so ungrateful for everything he does and provides? "hey sport," he says on the call when tim is 12, "why don't we go fishing next time we're home?" jack loved fishing with his dad. tim smiles and says "sounds great, dad". tim is lying. he thinks fishing is boring, but he doesn't want his dad to get that flash of disappointment in his eyes.

the drake's marriage is falling apart. when tim says he's fine, they're grateful. they tell tim how much fun they're having, how well things are going. they don't want him to unnecessarily stress about their marriage. their world may be imploding, but at least their son, the best thing that ever happened to them is doing fine. thank god. they don't know what they would do if things with tim weren't fine with all of this going on.

it's why they can't make themselves look underneath the surface.

#me @ me: so you see tim would still have all of his issues even if they called every day

[autisticlee]

I have this problem where my brain thinks if someone is nice to me enough times and I put in enough effort, that means we are friends and I can talk to them in a friendly way, like joking around, asking questions to get to know them more, offering things friends would, etc, but then I always get severely disappointed when they don't reciprocate or have a bad reaction to it. it always punches me in the gut and is so upsetting and disheartening. I could try for many months to be friends, thinking it's mutual, and think we reached that point, but then they tear it all down with one sentence.

it always feels so bad to know I have to walk on a thin rope while interacting with people because I am incapable of reading their intentions and feelings. I never know how someone feels about me or how they see me. I never know where I stand with them.

people don't make it a habit to let you know they consider you a friend, and they always find it weird and inappropriate when you ask them. if you can't read people like me, you're stuck always wondering, always guessing, always incorrect. you can accidentally offend someome who considered you friends for years because they never explicitly told you until you make the wrong comment. or you can creep someome out by acting too friendly after months or even years of assuming you were good friends.

when you always have to walk on eggshells, never knowing the truths, never being able to read people, not being able to ask, and never getting answers you need.....it just leads to living life as if you are alone in a fish bowl, watching everyone around you, but never quite able to reach them through the glass....it's never fun to constantly be knocking on that glass, waiting for the eventual break that will shatter your world into pieces and cut you deep. even if it's just a crack, you have to spend a lot of time repairing it, alone.

they say you don't have to worry about these things if you find the right fish to swim with. find the "the right people." they say it's easy and you walk on solid, safe ground, rather than tread endlessly in the water until you sink and drown... "there's plenty of fish in the sea" perhaps. but what if you're the only fish in the bowl? what if you can't taste the salty sea? what if all you can do is watch through the glass as everyone passes you by with barely a glance? what if you dont find your school to swim with? how do you accept and prepare for that? in a world of possibilities, that is always a possible outcome. it's natural to fear or ponder such an outcome. no one wants to admit that it can happen. and no one seems to have the answers for how to swim on alone in that bowl, always yearning to swim with other fish in the sea.....how does a fish be content in a small bowl alone, even if the sea is more than just a dream?

#ah someone in this brain is trying to be profound. sometimes words just word. do they have real meaning or are they just painting a picture? #lee rambles #autistic #autism #actually autistic #neurodivergent #these words might just be the ramblings of a sleep deprived autistic braincell that just finished playing a video game #and felt the empty impact of a closed chapter of that story #so is this even about people? or is it about stories we experience along the way..... #someone is really trying to hijack the brain and turn it into a poetry puppet. need to go shower and pack for trip and sleep #probably wont remember this post in the morning or understand it but eh. throw it into the abyss. let it go free and taste the sea

[anamericangirl]

The most frustrating part of the discussion about drug shows, LGBTQ, pedophiles, and kids is how quickly leftists will change the subject to religion.

1: This drag queen who does a reading hour was found with CP on his computer.

2: There are pedophiles in churches too!

1: I'm aware of that. If there was a pedophile priest I would bring it to your attention too. I'm not talking about something that happened years, or months ago or any hypothetical pedos who still haven't been caught. I'm talking about what was reviled this morning.

2: You Christians are always demonizing poor LGBTQ people, making them look like they're after your kids. Deal with pedophiles in Churches first!

1: First of all, it's not only Christians who have problems with kids being taught LGBTQ and Drag Queens. Those things are obviously sexual. Talking about who you prefer in bed. Talking about changing your privet parts. ''Feeling'' like another gender. It confuses kids! That's why there is so many LGBT youth who later regret transitioning. Second of all, we are dealing with all kinds of pedophiles everywhere at the same time. There is no ''deal with it first''. There always be another one of these people. If we're only allowed to talk about pedophiles in LGBT spaces after we deal with pedos in Churches we will never get to talk about it. And even if by any chance we did succeed there would be no telling because of all the hypothetical pedos that can still be there. Also, why do you only bring the Christian religion? What about other religions that don't support LGBTQ? And what about religions that practice marriage between children and adults, actually, plain to see pedophilia?

2: So you're not only homophobic but also racist!?!

1: Religion is not a race!

2: Here, I found an article about a pedophile priest just a day ago. I will vandalize local Churches which have nothing to do with this guy.

1: What? Why? How will it help? If you're worried about children being abused why don't you just observe people around them and look for something suspicious?

2: The unfortunate truth is there always be pedophiles where kids are. Predator follows its prey. I don't think they go out of their way to work at a senior home instead of a school. Speaking of which there is much more pedophile teachers. Will be just as passionate about getting rid of them from schools as you are about getting them out of Churches?

1: I don't want to get rid of them from the Churches. I want Churches and Christianity gone.

2: By that logic, should we get rid of public schools?

1: I don't care about logic. I care about feelings, MY FEELINGS regarding hating anything Christian and loving anything ''progressive''. I use children to guilt trip you into agreeing with me.

A pedophile is a pedophile! Stop protecting them because they belong to your group! It makes that group look terrible.

That's a pretty solid break down of the problem here. Instead of just acknowledging the pedophiles in their own group when they are discovered they just deny, deny, deny and immediately just turn it onto christianity for some reason and find a news article about someone child molester from a church as if that makes a point against the pedos in their own camp.

And the thing is we're not even denying that some people in the churches are pedophiles. There are pedos everywhere and what we need to do is remove them, not act like they aren't there or just shrug and go "well I found one in your group too!!" Uh good job?? Let's get rid of them both.

Instead of trying to find who has more pedos we should just be able to unite on expelling them. Not denying the problem and trying to shift the focus elsewhere.

#anon #answered

[bigwishes]

Hey I am in dire need for some help!

I'm a 6'4 handsome jock, big beefy muscles, a deep baritone voice and got every guy on the team begging to suck my 8.5-incher.

I know this al sounds amazing and fuck yeah it is.. but the last few days I felt weak, not like I was sick or anything, but like my strength started leaving me. I heard a lot about your wishes where people drain their bullies or the jocks of their school. I'm an upstanding person, I have helped go up against bullying even from my teammates, I've helped my younger brother in the gym when he didn't know what he needed to do, even coach thinks I have everything he needs to become state champion this year.

So please save me from loosing all my hard worked size, I don't even know who is doing this to me.

Oh no you're losing muscle?!?!?! well we can't have that. The truth is mate I know exactly what is going on and who is doing it to you. A new student at the college gym always wanted to work out but his parent's never let him, worried it might stunt his growth. He desperately wanted to catch up and asked if I could put everyone in the gym's gains on him for the next week. Nobody noticed but you've got a keen eye and seem to notice what's going on so I tell you what I'll stop this guys wish, tell him to wish for something new and as a reward for being so perceptive I'll make you the new focus of the wish. Get you your gains back from the past few days and give you the gains of everyone who goes to the gym for the next week.

Day 1 was dope as fuck, your muscle felt pumped again, you were no longer tired after lifting and you felt incredibly solid after a workout. You were happy to be yourself again, working towards you goals. As much as you had prided yourself on hard work and being natural you were low key excited for a little magical boost, just a couple pounds of muscle from magic surely would still make you natural, after all the gains being sent your way are still gains worked for, just not gains worked for by you.

Day 2 was even better, whole fuck you were pumped all the time, you probably didn't even need to go to the gym but you wanted to, you loved the gym and didn't want to take the week off because you were getting free gains. After all it was like working double time getting swole, you were excited for the state championships in a few months and to go home and see your brother and show off your gains. The Christmas dinner keeps running in your head of him asking you how you got massive and you just saying diet and exercise. the thought of entering a bodybuilding comp crossed your mind, you were getting huge and its not like you could test positive for roids, and you'd never be tempted by them either.

Day 3 was different, you woke up at 12:01am on the dot and felt an insane pump, it wasn't slow and every lasting like how day 2 was this was fast, like a flood of blood throughout your whole body, like you were being pumped up like a balloon,

You struggled on your bed feeling more and more mass being added to your frame. The growth finally subsided and you passed out.

You struggled driving your car to the campas gym, the seat was uncomfortable and your thighs and swollen up so big you gym shorts felt like they were cutting off the circulation to your legs, maybe you should take the rest of the week off....or maybe ask for the growth to stop now....

Day 4 was a struggle, you had another growth surge in the middle of the night and it really set in just how much mass hundreds of people using the 24 hour gym daily can make. You would be fine to be like this, it'd be awesome and absolute easy win at state championships followed by sponsorships, you could drop out and be paid by supplement companies to simply pose with their products, but you couldn't get bigger than this, anymore size and you wouldn't even be able to get in your car anymore, no, you had to text the genie and ask for it to end early.

Day 5 was hell, you had a growth spurt in the middle of the gym changing room, bringing a whole new meaning to the words "Changing Room" not a single person in there noticed, like the magic was just making everyone thing you were always this big. Your coach had commented on how genetically gifted you were, apparently you had been made to do a random roid test several times and always come back clean, something you had no memory of. Going through old social media posts you saw you were much bigger in high school then you actually were, like the past was changing to accommodate for all this new found size.

Still after today you knew you didn't want anymore, even your best friend stood next to you as your posed your hulking frame in the mirror.

"bro, there is such a thing as too large, slim down for a few months or you'll be off the team for being too slow"

He was right, the new size was impacting your ability to play, one strong and fast you were now just strong, a brick wall no one could get by sure but what was the point it you couldn't chase a guy down or move your arms properly to catch the ball.

Day 6 was spent messaging the genie all day different combinations of "I wish to be smaller" or "please stop the growth now" any phrase you could think of to try to get the genie's attention to stop the growth. What your young mind thought would be cool t first turned into your biggest nightmare, you had outgrown your car and you couldn't even sell it for a new one as last time you got out of it you completely caved in the drivers side by simply shutting the door. You spent an hour walking to the gym, the only thing to clear your mind was lifting weights. During a rest your daily does of growth kicked in, your pecs and traps were swelling so close to your neck you could barely turn your head anymore.

Day 7, the final day of growth. You had become a fucking monster. Lost your place on the team from barely being able to move. You were staving all the time and spent most of your day now shovelling food down your throat as simply waling down the dorm room stairs caused you to burn a whole day's work of calories for any normal guy. You were anxiously awaiting today's growth and spent the whole day locked in your room. Everything around you was destroyed, unable to handle all the strength you had busted most things you touched and your furniture had all collapsed. Cheap college budget furniture could barely hold your weight how you were before all this but now it was just scrap wood and metal on the floor, you couldn't even bend down to pick it up. The whole day passed you buy and you saw the time 11:30pm...any moment now your final growth would happen and then you could figure out how to reverse it, or live with it. You tried to think positively, how awesome it would be to be an absolute monster, how much action you'd get. A deluded lie you told yourself, the truth was after what you did to your care you were terrified to go on a date or out for a hook up, every time you thought about it you could only think about accidently breaking the guys spine, but you'll finally get to figure all this out in just a few minutes, after tonight no more growth, just learning to live with the size. A message appear on your phone, from the genie, maybe he had finally seen your messages, maybe he'll shrink you back to how you were a few days ago, maybe you'd get punished for turning away the gift and turned into a twink....but being a twink would be better than this.

"hey bro, hope you are enjoying all the mass from the guys in the gym, today is gonna be a bit different. I explained what was going on to the original wish maker and he felt shitty and made a new wish, he wanted the nicest guy in the gym to triple in size and well I have decided you're nicest guy! you've been great carrying your team and just being a nice guy in the gym so I dunno how big you are now mate but I hope you always dreamed to be massive. If you've gotten too big from this tell me now and Ill stop the wish but after 11:59pm thats it, it goes through and nothing I can do about it"

You laughed loudly, this was your chance, to get the body from a few days ago, be a massive goliath but not be too big. Thank god. 11:45, still heaps of time. You excitedly went to message back but your phone slipped out you massive hands. Instinctively you went to catch it before it landed on the floor *CRUNCH...you opened your hand to see bits of crushed aluminium and glass slip out your fingers and on to the floor. You stopped, in shock you simply got off your bed and walked to the bathroom mirror. No one had gotten shell shock from breaking their phone before but you just stood in your bathroom, barely big enough for you to fit in and stared at yourself in the mirror. You thought you had become a monster, no, you were a freak, a massive freak of nature but in just a few more minutes, then, then you'd truly become a monster and there was no way for you to stop it now.

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[transpersian]

You complain about people talking shit on anons. Fine. I'll unblock you for this one.

Fuck you. Fuck you for snapping at me for a Britt hivemind joke. Fuck you for doxxing my chosen name to ZPReceipts because you THOUGHT I run that account. You didnt KNOW, you THOUGHT. Fuck you.

Thats all I have to say to you.

Hope you enjoy being buddies with Poppy again. Must be worth it to break everyones trust, you fucking snake.

There you are, kiddo.

I'm sorry I snapped at you. I shouldn't have done that. You were freaking a lot of us out and we were worried about you, but I that was an overstep on my part and I'm sorry.

Using your chosen name in a DM to an account that I know you run is not doxxing. I wouldn't have done that unless I were absolutely certain. Aside from what I knew before, you know how I know you do? Go back and check the DMs I sent the receipts account: I didn't say anything to the it about your original screen name. This screen name. There was literally no way for that account to know that it was this one. Unless, of course... it's you. And your "nuh-uh" may mean something to more gullible people, but believe me, I had several very, very solid evidence that made it clear it was you before that. And you previously promised to stay out of things for your own safety after we warned you, and yet you kept on sticking your nose back in, so why would anyone with half a brain trust you to not try to sneak around anyone trying to keep you safe?

Let me be absolutely clear: you got snapped at by Poppy on Twitter once, back in October. Just going off of that, you got main character syndrome like "THE TWEETS POPPY AND ZENA DON'T WANT YOU TO SEE." You're the one who started the pedojacketing shit that we then spent months fighting back against. Poppy shouldn't have yelled at you on Twitter, but why are you still involved? You need to let go of this main character syndrome that you've got going on and go to school. Go make friends that aren't part of a server centered around trauma.

Please, Froggy. Please.

This is not healthy for you, but even if you don't care about that, you've been fucking things up for months and you're an albatross around the neck of anyone seriously involved in this. You have no idea how much of your shit I've had to clean up, or how hard it was, or how much of it came from genuinely panicking about your fucking safety.

There's a point where kindness and patience and trust only go so far with some people. I reached my limit with you a while ago.

You're like a toddler wandering into the middle of an active shootout. If I have to get a little harsh here to keep you safe? Fine.

You're a literal child. Go be one somewhere where it won't actively sabotage people's lives. This is not a fucking game and you are way out of your depth.

Please, kid. Get away from this.

It's not good for you.

[warmaidensrevenge]

Eddie is that a baby?

Papa Eddie Munson x plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Ok I just love the idea of Eddie getting crazy flustered trying to raise a baby girl. How protective he is with her.

Warnings: Language, mentions of child loss.

Summary: Eddie needs help with the baby.

Chapter 1: Rosie

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It was Eddie's first day working at the steel works and he was so damn nervous. Not because it was his first real job after the shit that happened 2 years ago. All his wounds were only skin deep. Except the one on his neck causing him to bleed out of his mouth. Henderson still gave him shit about being an over actor when he woke up in the hospital.

Eddie was no longer the main suspect once Jason disappeared/died. So he was free to go. After that everyone treated him differently. He thought they would avoid him like the plague. But for some reason he was as popular as Harrington. After the events in the upside down Eddie became really good friends with Steve, Robin, Nancy and Johnathan. They're the reason he now went to parties. He would go to parties before the asshat Vecna tried to ruin his life. But he only went to supply the people with the best drugs money could buy. But now it was like everyone loved him. Especially girls. Sure he hooked up all the time but now he was drowning in a sea of pussy. And he couldn't have been more smug about it. Every night it seemed he was getting laid. But he grew tired of all the different girls. So he started dating Tina. (Vickie's friend) he was able to get a diploma and he started working at the local auto shop. But after just a few months he had to quit and find a better paying job.

See he knew Tina was pregnant with his baby. But what he didn't know was that she was gonna ditch him and their new baby girl just a month after she was born, Tina bolted. He was in a panic for a solid 3 months. He barely slept and he barely ate. He was so worried about her. He was also frantic about providing for her. He wasn't making enough at the shop and no way was he gonna keep selling drugs. He had to make sure his daughter was utterly and completely safe.

The only people he trusted with her were his uncle and Erica Sinclair. But his uncle was working with him that day and Erica was at school. So he had to leave his now 4 month old with a complete stranger. And he was so afraid something would happen. He called on every break and during "restroom" breaks. The babysitter assured him she was fine. But he couldn't help but worry.

During lunch instead of sitting with his uncle right away he called the sitter for the 11th time. And this time she didn't answer. He freaked. He kept calling until someone answered. He guessed it was a helper who answered. He explained that he was checking on his daughter and asked why it took so long for them to answer the phone. The person on the line said that his babysitter was feeding his daughter.

Still a bit worried he went to sit next to his uncle. He was so anxious this morning that he forgot to pack a lunch. So he was sharing a bag of cheez its with his uncle. He wasn't paying attention to what was going on around him until he heard a commotion at the door of the break room. A girl came in with the biggest lunch pail Eddie has ever seen. People were surrounding her as she passed out Styrofoam take out boxes. She looked familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it.

He watched as you approached the table where they were sitting.

" Hey Mr. Munson. I hope you guys are hungry." You said while putting two boxes down.

"Starving kiddo. How much we owe ya?" Wayne said pulling out his old tattered brown leather wallet.

" Please. I don't want your money. Besides this is a thank you for fixing the kitchen sink. I really appreciate it."

" It was nothing. Anytime you need anything. Just let me know."

" Will do. I uhh I gave you guys an extra cookie. Don't tell anyone." You winked at Eddie "Enjoy guys. I'll see out on the floor."

Eddie stared at you the whole time you were there. He wanted to introduce himself but he was too worried about the baby.

" Better eat fast son. We only have 15 minutes left."

Eddie pulled the Styrofoam box open and there was a large piece of homemade lasagna. Complete with garlic bread a small salad and 2 chocolate chip cookies.

" Make sure you thank her when you see her later."

Eddie with a mouth full turned to his uncle.

" Who is that and why is she giving us free food?"

" That's Y/N. I went to fix her clogged sink."

" I hope that's not code for anything."

"What? God no. I'm old enough to be her father. Don't you remember her?"

Eddie shook his head shoveling food into his mouth.

" You guys went to school together."

" We did?"

" Yes. She was there before you disappeared."

"Wait y/n l/n. The one that dropped out because she was pregnant."

" Yup. Poor girl."

" Why is she working here? I thought she was supposed to get married."

" Well I don't want to gossip but supposedly it never got that far. He left her when she was in the delivery room."

" Ugh I hate it when they leave."

"Yup. So be nice. She knows what you're going through. She's the one who let me know about the babysitter" Wanye leaned in and whispered. " Also, She just lost her son to sids a few months ago."

" What's sids?"

" Sudden infant death. He was only 4 months old."

" Rosie's 4 months old!"

" Shhhh."

Great. Like he wasn't worried enough.

" Rosie will be ok son. It's more common in boys than girls. We just got to make sure she sleeps on her back."

Now Eddie was freaking out. How could he stay at work when Rosie could be dying right now. Somehow his uncle convinced him to say for the rest of the shift. But as soon as he was done he raced over. As soon as he saw Rosie he cried and held her so close to his chest that she was pushing him away.

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A week later he had the day off. He spent it playing with Rosie. Trying to get her to say dada. But she just made noises. He was worried about her. She hadn't pooped in 2 days.

" Common princess. Poop for Daddy." He was seriously considering giving her prune juice.

She was crying. He figured that she was uncomfortable. He was about to give up and take her to the hospital. He was bouncing her up and down while she screamed her head off.

" Rosie honey please."

Her crying made him want to too.

" That's it. Let's go princess." He was about to put her in the car seat when someone knocked on the trailer door.

He went to open it and saw you there. You had a huge gift bag in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other

" Hi Eddie. I- umm do you need help?"

" No!" It came out way harsher than he meant too.

"Sorry. I didn't mean...I'm just gonna leave these here" You set both bags on the porch and headed down the steps.

Eddie felt bad. But he thought that maybe you could help him. He really didn't have the money to pay for the emergency room. But if Rosie needed it he would take her. He thought maybe the same thing happened to your son.

" Hey uhh y/n don't go. I uhh I do need help."

You stopped and turned around. Eddie was still trying to calm Rosie down. Giving you pleading eyes. You picked up the bags and went inside, setting them on the coffee table.

Eddie watched as you pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer and put some on. He was just about to ask you to do that but it was like you read his mind.

" May I?" You asked

He was apprehensive for a second but handed her to you.

"Oh sweet girl. What's wrong?" You cooed.

" She hasn't pooped in 2 days." Eddie looked at you worried. But you didn't look at him when he said it.

" Oh no. We can't have that. Right princess?" You were bouncing her just like Eddie did.

He felt that maybe you couldn't help after all but then you moved to the couch and sat down.

" Eddie I know this is gonna look weird but don't freak out. My mom used to do this to me. And don't worry. I won't hurt her. I promise."

Eddie eyed you but nodded. Anything to stop Rosie's pain. You laid her down on her stomach and started massaging her lower back gently. He could hear Rosie start to settle down but not by much. Not until you pulled at the skin under he onesie softly where you had been massaging her. He immediately got angry. He was about to yell at you when he heard Rosie let out a little fart. Rosie stopped crying and he could hear her trying to push. He looked at your hands and you were massaging her again.

" That's it princess. Let it out."

Rosie was very flatulent. As soon as she was done, you picked her up and handed her back to him rubbing her back one last time.

"I'm sorry if I upset you Eddie. I know it looks bad. But I swear it's not."

"Thank you for not hurting my daughter. And thanks for getting her to go." His eyes never left Rosie.

" I would never hurt her Eddie."

Eddie smiled and took Rosie to his room to change her. When he came back out he noticed your shirt was wet. Your breasts were leaking.

" Hey uhh. Your shirt."

You looked down and immediately covered yourself.

" Oh I'm sorry. It must have been the crying. Umm I'm gonna go." You were out the door before he could say anything. He would have offered you one of Tina's maternity shirts.

Eddie put Rosie down for a nap. He went and sat on the couch to see what you brought. He opened the big bag first. It was filled with baby clothes and a few toys. There was this one thing that didn't match all the blues and greens in the bag. It was a pretty pink dress. It was a little bigger than Rosie's size but he knew it was for her. It still had the tags on it with the price scribbled out. Eddie smiled. He would never say no to free stuff. But he was definitely going to wash what you brought over. He opened up the small paper bag and found 2 big ass burritos and a pack of circus cookies. He loves those cookies. How did you know? Why were you being so nice? He scarfed down both burritos before they got cold and started the wash.

He looked through the phone book trying to find you. Once he did he called you.

" Hello?"

"Uh hey y/n. It's me Eddie."

You went silent. He thought you were holding your breath.

" Hey look. I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to embarrass you." Eddie heard you clear your throat.

" No I'm sorry. You shouldn't have seen that. I should still be wearing my pads."

" Don't be sorry. It's perfectly natural. I have seen it before you know. Tina used to leak through her pads all the time."

There was an awkward silence for a second.

" I uhh. I'm still sorry though. I umm I never got your daughters name. I feel so bad for not asking."

Eddie chuckled. " Don't feel bad. I'm sure she won't be offended that you guys didn't get an introduction. Her name is Rosemary. Rosie for short."

" Oh that's pretty."

" Yeah. Named her after my mom and well after the movie."

" Movie?"

" Yeah Rosemary's baby."

" Oh." You laughed. " That's umm weird. Probably only mention the mom part of the story when you tell people about her name."

" Ehh. Yeah probably. I don't want people to think I'm back to being an occultist."

"God I remember that. That was so crappy."

" Yeah. But whatever. I'm not in high school anymore."

" Yeah. And you're a dad now. It's so crazy. Hey did you get to go through the stuff brought over?"

" Yes thank you so much. But you didn't have to do that."

"Please. Your uncle told me about you not having a baby shower or anything. Neither did I. So I thought you could use it. Sorry there's not much pink in there"

" Yeah she will definitely make use of everything. And don't worry about the colors. I'm sure she won't be upset that she's not wearing girl colors. Besides she really needed more socks. I swear that damn dryer is holding half of her socks hostage."

" You see I always thought that too. But I feel like it's the washer who is the real cooperate. I mean who would really question the washer? Me that's who."

" Huh. It would be the perfect cover since it doesn't have a lint trap."

" No but it does have this drawer thing in the back. So it might be possible."

" There's a drawer in the back?"

"Uhh yeah....it's next to the little black plug. You know the one that should get emptied once a month."

" Oh...yeah... That drawer."

" Eddie? You don't know what I'm talking about do you?"

" Uhh. No..."

Eddie heard you laugh again. " just ask your uncle about it. He was the one who showed me. Oh just so you know those clothes were washed already. But if you feel like you need to wash them again. I understand."

" Shit am I that predictable?"

" You're a new father. Don't worry about it. "

"Thank you...for everything."

" You're very welcome. If you ever need anything. I'm just a phone call away.

" Yeah. Thank you."

" Bye Eddie."

" Bye y/n."

When he hung up he had a thought. Maybe it would be nice to have someone around that knew what they were doing. But he pushed it away. He didn't know you. So he was gonna keep you at a distance. Just until he knew you were ok for his daughter to be around.

...

He saw you at work and you guys ate lunch together. But that was pretty much the extent to that relationship. He thought you were really nice and one hell of a cook. Every Friday you would sell food to people at work. Eddie guessed it was a coping mechanism for your loss. At least that's what his uncle said. They both tried to pay you for it. But you always refused. But Eddie found a way to repay you. He would show up to work with a coffee for you. He would always buy you a pop and a candy bar from the vending machines. It wasn't much but it was at least he could do without you getting suspicious.

You asked about Rosie every now and again. Eddie knew you were giving him space. You knew that if he needed you, he would call. And about 2 weeks after the no crap incident of 88. Eddie was waiting for you to answer the phone.

"He- llo"

" Y/n it me. So listen. I have fed her, I've burped her, bathed her, changed her and I still can't get her to stop crying. I'm sorry to call but my uncle pick up a double.

" No it's ok. Does she have a fever?"

" No I've checked her 5 times already."

" She didn't get bit by anything did she?"

" No not that I could see."

" Eddie how old is she again?"

" She's almost 5 months old."

"hmmm. Is she grabbing her ear or trying to put things in her mouth?"

"Yeah her mouth."

" umm. Can you do me a favor? Can you put her down for just a second so you can wash your hands?"

Eddie didn't question you. He put Rosie down and washed his hands quickly then picked her back up.

"okay. I need you to hold her face still and look into her mouth."

" I don't see anything. Her gums just look irritated. Crap did I give her something she's allergic to?!"

"Eddie, calm down. If you did she probably wouldn't be able to cry like that. uhh can you just touch her bottom gums in the front and up top. Tell me if you feel anything."

"y-yes it feels like something is.....shit she's teething."

" Uh huh. Do you have a ring for her?"

" Ugh no. I didn't think it would happen this soon."

" Eddie it's fine. I gave you one. Do you remember seeing a wooden ring with a small towel with lions on it?"

" Ye-yeah."

" Good. That's a teething ring."

" Isn't she gonna get splinters in her mouth?"

" No she won't I promise. It's actually better for her."

" Alright. But if something happens to her. I know where you live." He joked

"If anything happens other than her being happy, I will come to you."

Eddie stayed on the phone with you until Rosie calmed down. Eddie heard you yawn. He looked at the clock and it was 3 in the morning.

" Oh man I'm sorry y/n. I didn't know it was so late."

" No it's okay" you yawned again. " I told you if you needed anything. I meant that."

"Thank you so much."

"Night Eddie. Get some sleep ok."

" You too. Night."

When he hung up the phone he took Rosie into his room.

" Aww princess. Daddy's so sorry. Thank God for y/n huh? She's so nice."

Eddie sat on the bed with her watching how she was gnawing on the ring.

" Mmm better princess?"

Eddie was so thankful for you. He was really happy that you two met.

...

After some time you guys spent more time together. Going out to the park for walks or just hanging out. Rosie seemed to really like you and that made Eddie happy. He liked the way his daughter laughed when you made silly faces for her. He liked how you never really asked to hold her because you were afraid that it would bother him. Even though it didn't, he really appreciated the sentiment. Slowly but surely he was beginning to trust you with her. He was getting comfortable leaving you two alone while he showered or ran errands. He even allowed you to start picking her up from the babysitters.

One night you invited them to come over for dinner and a movie. Eddie sat at the table with Rosie on his lap eating. You had made meatloaf with all the fixings. It was Eddie's favorite. He sat there talking to you and feeding mashed potatoes to Rosie. He had a thought of what this would be like if Tina would have stayed. Just a little happy family.

After dinner you put on the Labyrinth. Eddie loved that movie not only because it was pretty cool but because Rosie would always try to dance to the Magic Dance song. As the trailers played Rosie grabbed Eddie's hair pulling it.

" Oh princess. That hurts daddy."

He tried to get her to let go but she had a kung foo grip on him. He heard you laugh. He turned to look at you. You had gotten up and taken out your scrunchie. You went behind him.

" Tickle her." You said with a small giggle.

He did so and Rosie dropped his hair. You quickly and gently pulled his hair into a bun, tying it up for him.

" Thank you."

" No worries." You said sitting back down.

" I uhh will give it back later." He pointed at his bun

"No it's ok you keep it. You're gonna need it." You smiled at him and turned to the TV.

The movie was about half way through when Rosie fell asleep. You offered up your bed so he could lay her down. Eddie pulled out 2 baby monitors and went to lay her down. He surrounded her with pillows so that she would roll off. He set up the monitor and went back out to the living room.

After about 30 minutes you guys heard Rosie crying. Eddie was about to get up to get her when you asked if you could.

" Alright but if you try and run away with her. I will hunt you down."

"Pfff me? Run? Eww." You joked and went to try and put Rosie back to sleep .

He reached for the baby monitor and turned up the volume. He watched as you went into the room.

" Oh princess. It's ok. Did you have a bad dream?" You said picking her up and swaddling her. " It's ok sweet girl. How about I sing to you. Would you like that?"

Rosie was starting to simmer down a bit.

" I used to sing this to my baby."

Eddie sat there feeling so bad for you. This was the first you had mentioned your son. He stood up when he heard the sadness in your voice. Maybe it wasn't the best idea that you were with her. He didn't want to hurt you more. But then you started to sing, causing him to sit back down again. He knew the song well. His mom sang the same one to him.

"Moon river, wider than a mile. I'm crossing you in style some day

Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker. Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way

Two drifters, off to see the world. There's such a lot of world to see

We're after the same rainbow's end. Waitin' 'round the bend

My huckleberry friend. Moon river and me"

Eddie sang with you. His mom loved Audrey Hepburn. He could quote Breakfast at Tiffany's word for word. Though he would never tell anyone that. He heard you sniffle while you laid the sleeping Rosie down and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

You had left the room but you didn't come back right away. Eddie got up to see where you were. He heard you softly crying in the bathroom.

" Hey sweetheart are you ok?" He asked knocking gently.

" I'm ok Eddie. I'll be ok."

He stood there for a minute before you came out. Your eyes were blood shot and your nose was a little red. You tried to smile but it was a halfhearted attempt. Eddie didn't know what to say so he just hugged you. You tensed up for a moment but then wrapped your arms around his waist. You guys stood like that for a while before you pulled away.

You cleared your throat. " Let's go finish the movie."

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#fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson x female original character #eddie munson x you #stranger things #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie x reader #eddie my beloved #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #plus size reader #eddie x plus size reader

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

[Y'all I need to get this off my chest pls quoi. Evan eventually learning French... Enjoy!!!]

“Hi… um… bonjour – excuse me? I’m looking for… um…” Evan scanned his call sheet again. It was in French. “Sorry… I can’t read it…”

“Ah, Evan Peet-air?” the lovely French-speaking lady made his name sound like chocolate. He smiled nervously. “Yes, you come with me. I take you there, is quicker.”

“Thanks.” The woman led him to an open field, reachable only on foot for the day since it had rained pretty badly overnight, and the dirt paths had become mud pits. But, with wellies on, they made it.

“Voila. Madame Sharpe is over there, under the tent.”

“Thanks so much, I appreciate it.” Evan followed the path the woman had pointed out to her, and sure enough, huddled around a screen, was Amelia. The first round of shots looked incredible. “Um… hi, Amelia…”

“Evan! You made it! I was starting to get worried!” Amelia stood, moving to the back of the tent with him. “What happened?” He was a good half-hour late, not at all like him.

“I… everything is in French and I can’t read that.” He pulled out the itinerary he’d been given, and the call sheet. “My phone’s not working over here so I couldn’t use Google Translate, and the three people I asked what you said to ask didn’t speak English at all.”

“How did you say it?”

“Parrlay voow Onglay.”

“Close enough…” Amelia smiled up at him, but she took the call sheet and itinerary from him. “But I’ll find out why these are in French. I’ll give you mine for tomorrow, since we don't have the full studio out here. It’s miserable.”

“Belgian weather, though, right?” Evan grinned.

“Sure is!” Amelia sighed. “How are you finding it, anyway?”

“It’s nice. A little different to what I’d expected, but nice. Actually, no-one recognised me in the street earlier – and there’s no paps?!”

“Why do you think I moved here?” Amelia chuckled again. “It’s heaven on Earth and no-one gives a shit about who you are. It’s perfect!”

The scenes they were filming were mainly in the forest, where the ground was thankfully solid and they had cover from the trees if it did start raining. Evan, as was his typecasting, was playing a lover who’d turned out to be a psycho killer (qu’est-ce que c’est, fafafafafa… ) and Amelia was playing the girl who’d gotten away from him, but now was on the run. There was a bit of a magical twist, though, which would take them some time to get done. But by the end of that first day, Evan felt like he’d relaxed fully into the role, even though it was already exhausting.

As the first month wore on, Evan discovered a love for Belgium that he’d never expected to have. Not least because he’d been able to walk down the street and have virtually no-one know who he was, he really felt like he could turn off his brain and just exist. Amelia had taken him around Brussels to show him the sights, but he’d been content to sit in a random bar with a beer and a book and just… be. It had allowed him to relax so fully, he genuinely didn’t want to get back on the plane back to the States, and he still had two months left there.

His friends in the States, however, had identified another possible reason why he didn’t want to go back home: Amelia. It was obvious to the whole world that, if Evan were to have a little more courage, and Amelia were to believe someone could and would want her, that they’d be an unstoppable power couple that would rule the entire cinematic universe. After all of Evan’s failed relationships, and the trauma he’d been through with each (in their own different ways, of course), someone like Amelia would be perfect for him. His friends had tried to tell him that she was perfect because she’d also known trauma. She’d known abuse. She’d known the desire to just fade quietly into the background. She also had her own empire of fame: dance schools across Europe, several in the UK, and a few in the States all generated from her success as a dancer growing up. An Oscar tucked under her belt for a movie she hadn’t thought she was any good in. An actual billion in her bank, but she gave millions away to charities across the world so that she wouldn’t ever end up on the Forbes 30 under 30 list. She couldn’t really go anywhere in the UK or the US because everyone knew her – much like Evan. She understood what he needed. And she didn’t need him for his fame, either.

But Evan couldn’t bring himself to say much more than the basic conversations they’d shared. He’d wanted to open up to Amelia, wanted to tell her everything… but he couldn’t. He couldn’t risk that his heart would be broken again. Besides, Amelia deserved someone far nicer… far better. A decent actor, maybe.

Yet he found himself often sprawled across her sofa as they read out rewritten scenes together, or sitting quietly in the same room as her while she worked, and he worked or read or something. She was happy to sit with him in silence, or scrolling TikTok together, or Instagram, or watching something… he adored her company, and she clearly enjoyed his…

It was Amelia’s lifelong best friend, Charlie, who came to the rescue. Charlie organised a dinner in Brussels with her husband Brendan, Dave (Amelia’s cameraman and content editor) and his husband Tom, and one of their dancing friends, Lotta, and her partner Michel. Charlie invited Evan, and Evan accepted, because he had nothing else to do. What neither he nor Amelia realised was that the evening was actually a moment for Dave, Tom, Lotta, Michel and Brendan to see whether Charlie was insane for thinking Amelia and Evan had something, or not.

And the result was unanimous: they had fucking chemistry.

“So,” Brendan took a seat beside Evan at the dining table. Evan liked Brendan. A chill guy. “Are you going to invite Amelia to that bagel place she’s mentioned three times tonight?”

“What – no? Should I?”

“None of us like bagels, Evan.” Brendan’s eyes betrayed his excitement. “Do it! Ask her out!”

“She won’t want me.”

“How do you know?”

“Because… she deserves someone better.”

“After tonight, I think it’s clear you are better, Evan. Try it. Ask her out.” Brendan touched his shoulder lightly.

Evan was thinking about it. God, how he was thinking about it. Of course he was in love with her. That day, they’d been doing a scene in which Amelia’s character had to lose her shit and hit Evan’s character in the chest repeatedly, in that overdramatic ‘no, no, NO!’ kind of way. But Evan had flinched back when they’d been choreographing the scene out, and Amelia had immediately stopped everything and told him they’d rewrite the scene to have her character react differently.

“Why?” Evan had asked, holding himself.

“Because I’d rather rewrite a scene in a couple of minutes than have you relive whatever you’re currently reliving every time we do a take.” She placed a gentle hand on his arm. “It’s no bother, Ev. I promise. You can trust me.”

He hadn’t needed to tell her about the abuse. Hadn’t needed to explain why he didn’t like being hit, or why he had such a visceral response to women lashing out at him – even when it was scripted. She’d heard the stories. She’d put two and two together, spotted his warning signs, and taken them in her stride and fixed it for him.

Her friends were right. She was perfect.

“Alright,” Evan murmured. He smiled at Brendan tightly. “I’ll do it.”

A little while later, when they’d all gone home save for Evan and Amelia, they went for the metro.

“I’m glad you came out with us today, Evan. I think sometimes being around people who aren’t arseholes is good for you.” Amelia shuddered a little in the cool air. “Do you remember the way back to your hotel?”

“Yeah.” He looked down. A broken person. Amelia pressed her lips together.

“Tell you what,” she smiled. “I’ve got a sofa bed. You can stay with me tonight if you’d like? Then we can maybe figure that shitty couple of scenes tomorrow, over breakfast?” Evan’s face lit up a little. “Oh, and there’s this brunch place close by actually – we’ll head out, grab brunch, and you can practice your Duolingo French.”

And just like that… Evan was completely and utterly on her hook. It’s a dangerous game to play, man, said the little voice in the back of his mind. But he didn’t care. Amelia made him feel safe… and, that night, as he curled up on her sofa bed with a gorgeous view of the stars from the skylight in her rooftop apartment… he realised that he really didn’t want to leave Belgium at all.

End of Part One

oh hi!! 👋🏼 we have another story tweam. lemme read this after i leave the gym 👀

#fics

[adrianasunderworld]

Maybe I just like fix-it stories so much, but i just hope that other teachers and staffs at least be good adults for miss yuu. If this miss yuu doesn't have dad!crewel to protect her, i hope this is how he starts to pay attention to this lost pup, or maybe that is how trein opens impromptu counseling session for miss yuu, or maybe vargas and sam will come up for something too.

Sorry if im dragging this sad thing too much, this miss yuu kinda reminds me of a classmate in my junior hs.

Don't worry you're not dragging it out, I'm enjoy some solid angst now and then. ^^

Miss Yuu's breakdown was very much her equivalent to an overblot. Though unlike the over blots, that are very much physical and everything goes back to normal once its fixed with no hard feelings amongst everyone, that does not happen here.

Yuu is quiet now. She stays away from the other housewardens, especially Azul. She eats lunch by herself. Stops hanging out with the first year gang. If Grims enrollment wasn't a package deal with hers, she probably would skip. Despite everything, she does very much care about Grim and doesn't want him to suffer on her behalf.

The teachers notice this very quickly. Like I said, Yuu was a very sweet girl when she arrived. She was nice to everyone, laughed often, did her best to be positive. To see what she had become in only a few months was like night and day. They all knew how Crowely deals with serious things like the overblots, in that he doesn't deal with it all. So the staff have to intervene. They of course had to look after all the students, but this was especially true for Yuu. She was, after all, a ward of the school, they were all essentially her acting guardians and they had failed her.

Like you said, Trein tries to get her counseling. Sam and Vargas try to get her out the dorm by doing stuff to motivate her, like going on jogs or helping around the shop, being sure to praise her all the while. Crewel of course helps her with school work in private so she doesn't fall behind. As her homeroom teacher, she's spent the most time with him, and is probably the staff member she is most comfortable with. Crewel makes the hard call that maybe Night Raven College is not the best environment for Yuu. So he calls the headmage of an all girls school. If being a Prefect at NRC, surrounded by egotistical boys and a headmage that keeps her as an errand girl is what has lead her to this, than maybe it would be best for Yuu to go where these things are no longer factors. He cares about Yuu, he doesn't want her to leave, but he does give her the choice to transfer if she believes being away from Night Raven will be what she needs.

#twistedwonderland #twst girl yuu #miss yuu #twst staff #twisted wonderland headcanons #why yes i did sprinkle my own thing in here

[fixa-ryeter]

here's ageswap!Ritsu!

before we go on, quick heads-up: this is a heavier and wordier post; there’s going to be discussions about PTSD, its symptoms and Ritsu's response to them, and because i’m on PC i can cut off that section with a ‘Keep Reading’ bar? so i’ll do that and try to lay out the rest of the facts before that. also there's gonna be a bit of a format change here bc PC so afblakdhbf

a few people have shown interest in Ritsu and i was. so happy. im still new to tumblr imo and im so excited about all of this FBALDKHFBASFB so here he is. and with this it’ll be a huge look into what happened between him and his brother. also shoutout to my friend bc she is VERY MUCH part of the creative process. i’m not sure if she wants to be mentioned here but credit goes to her too! (bestie if you see this please tell me) update: SHE SAID YES @escape-from-twinkov say thank you escape from twinkov

Ritsu! Popular, all-rounder kid in academics and sports who started burning out in university and dropped out to pursue music with a few of his friends. it worked out for them, and his life is relatively stable. kinda stable. a little stable. really depends on your definition of stable. here’s the facts:

he's a good 5'11, about 24 years old

he/they demiboy. doesn't really feel the need for a solid label for his sexuality

plays guitar. is the band's frontman. he has three other bandmates and Shou Suzuki is one of them.

suffers from PTSD and anxiety (more on it below the cut)

loves playing Just Dance (even though he sucks at it) and Guitar Hero (he's better at this one)

your average My Chemical Romance + vocaloid enjoyer, AND a closeted 1D fan

he's a quick thinker, but when they're anxious he can barely think at all

loves udon. loves tofu. give this man either or both when he's upset and it cheers them up quite a bit.

tells people he has a diary no one should read. not because it's his diary, but because he doodles a lot in it and finds it embarrassing. of course Shou finds out. of course Shou thinks it's adorable.

he went through a lot of friends in his later school life. had many, lost many, and struggled to make friends in university. Found some buddies in their second year, made a band, dropped out with them at the start of third year.

if you've decided not to keep reading until here thanks so much for getting to this point already!!!!! heavier stuff below the cut so read at your own risk. it's lore so if theres a need for it i'll post a summary on it.

So remember the ???% incident in childhood that led to Ritsu getting hurt and Mob being unable to remember what happened? That's where we're getting at. It was never resolved in their childhood or adolescent years. Ritsu tells Mob he doesn't remember either, and tried to sweep it under the rug. Worked for the most part.

his PTSD was delayed onset. his symptoms were there, but not enough to fit the diagnostic criteria. they got worse in university because he was experiencing heavy burnout with no one he felt like he could turn to. he'd moved out and was struggling to make friends.

he has nightmares which only increased in frequency, something he never gave much thought to because they figured it was a logical response to the event. didn't bother to question it either even when he had been experiencing them for months since he had other things to worry about. doesn't mean they didn't bother them and scare them though.

sometimes they just don't show up and don't reply to messages after shooting a quick text to his mates about feeling ill. his bandmates were getting concerned.

a little bit difficult to work with in the studio sometimes because he has difficulty concentrating and doesn't seem present.

terrible sleep quality, something he and his brother have in common.

often lacks motivation to do anything outside of his music job and things he feels like he's obligated to do, like hang out with his friends sometimes. never moves things out of place in his apartment, but his room is usually a mess because he struggles with cleaning up.

Ritsu had no fucking idea how to cope with any of this and made a decision to remove their perceived source of trauma from his life. He completely cut out Mob from his life for a few years. Blocked his number. Blocked his socials. Moved and never gave him a new address.

at first he felt as though he really did something to fix things for himself. after all he didn't need to bother checking up, visiting, hanging out with a person who had caused him all this trouble. he felt optimistic about it at first. waited for their own symptoms to get better. eventually no matter how he looked at it he hadn't fixed anything. he was still being stubborn for years after cutting his brother off.

had a breakdown in front of his bandmates and they started asking him to get help. he caved in and he did! now they're learning to live with their PTSD and their issues in a healthier way. but he's also starting to really miss his brother and feel like an asshole for lying to him about the incident and leaving him in the dark.

soooo that's all that's going to be revealed in this post. more on mob's side of the story and how they try to fix things next time? i've actually already written a oneshot on it but i'm not sure if i should share it. i'll go ahead and burn that bridge when i get to it afbdhsakfb but if you're still reading at this point thanks so much for reading until here 😭😭😭

#mob psycho #mob psycho 100 #mp100 ageswap #age swap au #kageyama ritsu #ritsu kageyama

[losingitinjersey]

I highly recommend taking a week off work and just staying at home. No travel, kids at school, husband at work. Just me, myself and I at home alone. Truly a gift and one I'm so looking forward to enjoying again in the not so distant future!

This past week I...

Got my hair cut (FAR shorter than I anticipated but I don't hate it)

Spent two hours at the DMV (with an appointment!) and got my New Jersey plates and license ordered.

Got my car inspected (thank you NJ for only requiring inspections every two years!)

FINALLY cleaned out and organized my office (aka the dumping ground for anything and everything since moving in).

Weeded the front and back yard.

Did all the laundry, cleaned all the bathrooms.

Went to Michaels and got all our diplomas framed along with an artwork I bought Kevin for his Groom's gift six years ago but we never hung because I never got it framed.

Bought a new piece of art to hang up.

Hung up over 20 pictures around the house - after not having anything up in our house in over a year, it feels amazing to see our things again!

Okay, so remember how I just said the other day that I'm satisfied not weighing myself? Apparently, I lied! I stepped on the scale this morning for the first time in months and months. The number wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it was, and it's actually encouraging to see because I totally believe I can make some solid progress to get to a weight I know I'm super happy at.

In three weeks I'll be on vacation with my family* so I'd love to drop some pounds before then. Just to feel a bit better in my skin. It's interesting, I'm in this new mental and physical place right now where I don't hate my weight or body and I'm comfortable just being. I've been watching a lot of body positive TikTok and maybe it's actually rubbing off? I'm not constantly worried about how I appear and if my double chin is showing, or if my belly is overflowing from my waistband. I've worn sleeveless tops literally all summer long with barely a mind to how my arms look. It's a very very very unfamiliar place to reside in. But how awesome!?!

Given all of that, I still want to feel a bit better in my body so we'll see what I can make happen in the next three weeks. (Please note that I've declared I'd be starting a diet literally every other week for the past six months, so who knows if this one will stick :)) I'm hoping that by actually tracking my weight and posting about my progress here, it will be the motivation I need to keep it up this time.

*Not only am I going on vacation with my family but my BFF is coming!! Kevin couldn't attend this year due to his just starting a new job so I'm sooooo excited my bff is able to come with instead! My family goes to a lake in MD every year for the last 13 years but I haven't been in the last 3 years thanks to either being pregnant or the pandemic. It's going to be a completely different experience for me going with children. Like, I can't just jump in the boat for hours on end riding around the water. I need to worry about nap times and life jackets and how my kids are going to handle going to restaurants every single night. New adventures for all!

#fitblr #momblr #erp is 2.5 years old #aug is 11 months

[dearamericaroyaldiaries]

It’s a double feature and Choices were made at Scholastic.

The Winter of Red Snow, 1777-1778, Abigail Jane Stewart

and

Cannons at Dawn, 1779-1781, Abigail Jane Stewart

By: Kristiana Gregory

Protagonist Age: 11-15/16

Started- 10/17/2022 and 10/19/2022

Finished- 10/19/2022 and 10/24/2022

Summary:

The first installment in this duology starts with Abigail Jane Steward just living her life with her parents, older sister, younger sister, and brand new baby brother with the Continental Army rolls in to winter at Valley Forge.

She witnesses the tough conditions and harsh reality face while having access to major historical figures and events. Her and her older sister (15ish I think) sew coats for soldiers in the hopes of Catching a Man and the family takes in a pregnant teen widow who they (appear?) to essentially adopt (but she all but disappears in the sequel).

Hope is high and everyone is happy when Spring and Summer come, the army leaving as the temperatures rise. END BOOK ONE!

The only direct sequel in the series picks up almost six months after the last one with Papa having left to join the Continental Army. That night their house burns down so they go to Philly to live with cousins who aren’t there anymore so they stay with a random widow.

They decide to find Papa and follow the army but big sister decides to stay to be close to her soldier boy which results in a letter a couple of months later that she is pregnant and married now. Following the army is miserable and taxing. There are lots of time jumps but by the time our 13 year old protagonist is 15, she’s married and has a baby around her 16th birthday but the war is over. HUZZAH!

#ReadingThoughts

Timeout. I’m guessing that sunrise would have been about 7:30-8:00 ish and they have been up since 4:30? And it took Papa that long to get back with the midwife but Abigail can see the midwife’s house? So it must only be a few miles at most. I suppose weather and road conditions were a factors but this timeline seems suspect. This would not be a solid alibi in a court of law.

Was there a grade system based on age in the 1770s colonial school system or is this a contrivance to make connections with the intended readers?

IT IS A 28 MINUTE WALK FROM THE STEWART HOUSE TO MRS. HEWES? Why did it take a wagon HOURS to make the round trip?

I don't like what they’re doing with how Billy Lee (enslaved by the Washingtons) talks. He is directly reports to General Washington and we don’t need to make him sound like he’s in Gone With the Wind.I am suddenly worried for future books...

What “private underthings” do they have besides shirts and trousers? Breeches that look like trousers and cover about the same amount of skin? It’s not like they have 18th century briefs.

The concept of bounty shirts and coats amuses me. “Ah yes. I will sew something and embroider my name in it so then whoever gets it (who will of course be a handsome soldier boy) MUST fall madly in love with me.”

I don’t think knickers weren’t a thing yet. They were breeches.

I don’t think that Martha Washington spent this much time in the kitchen.

We're bonnets a thing in the 1770s? I know caps and hats were but I'm not sure about bonnets. And at this point I don't think caps tied under the chin like they might have in the past. The style doesn't really allow for it.

Sister Sally wants to pet the stray cat. I am Sally.

Oh sister Elizabeth. You may be barking up the wrong tree. I don't think any young man serving directly under von Steuben is going to want to settle down with you.

Were beards in style? Were they fashionable?

I love the image of Alexander Hamilton yelling swear words as he's translating because von Steuben is pissed off.

I feel bad for Elizabeth that the dog is wearing the coat that she made for Pierre but that's kinda funny. Wrong. Tree.

And for the sequel. Buckle up.

Why are they sharing a bed with Mama? Nevermind. It helps if I keep reading.

Where are teen mom 1 Helen and baby Olivia... Nevermind. Found 'em.

Campbell!? I believe that is Abigail's future married name if I remember my epilogue correctly. Is there a romance afoot!?

We have a love interest, folks! I repeat, we have a love interest. I feel he's too old but he hasn't shown any intent yet so he's on thin fucking ice.

Ah. We're explain away things from the first book in a hand wavey way. Got ha.

ELIZABETH! NO WEDDING? ONLY A QUICK PRONOUNCEMENT? BECAUSE YOU'RE PREGNANT!? Teen mom 2 alert!

Sir. I know where this is headed but I need you to stop flirting with a 13 year old immediately.

A hat's a hat. I don't think tricorn hats had political affiliations before slogans were being printed on then.

You're so worried about Willie not having a hat, Abigail, when you passed up a perfectly serviceable hat one entry ago.

I'm confused. On 114 Benedict Arnold is court-martialed but here he's been given command of West Point? Will verify.

I know why he (Benedict Arnold) won't give the okay for repairs.

#PapistPineBoughs

No one, including her mother, thought to check on why the pregnant teen felt like shit on the march? I mean, all that moving and walking must have been good for inducing labor but come on. Also, teen mom 3.

Okay. She just feels shitty. That doesn't automatically mean pregnant. Yeah, you ruled out other symptoms but that's a leap. At this point can they 100% confirm pregnancy before the baby moves? Teen mom 4

You'd best work to keep those feet dry or else you'll have trench foot.

Thoughts on the Afterward

Nothing groundbreaking. It was sweet that they noted that after Abigail dies her soldier boy got sick and dies (of a broken heart).

Overall Thoughts After Reading

It's fine. Nothing compelling. I was also singing Hamilton whenever a figure from the show appeared. It also really made me sad that von Steuben isn't in the play given that he was close with Hamilton.

I think Kristiana Gregory does a fine job but there's not much else to say.

This is one of the books I read as a wee thing so there's some fondness but I didn't remember a ton except the 40 egg cake and bleaching laundry with piss.

The epilogue is juicy enough but I'll be interested to see how the next book ends.

As for the sequel, I wouldn't say that the Revolution is painted in a glowing light but it was certainly Right and Just.

The think I'm stuck on is the 4 teen pregnancies. You can't really get into sex and pregnancy in a book for middle readers so why? It's unnecessary for 15, 16, 17 year olds (ages taken with a grain of salt) to be married and pregnant. 1 I'll allow but I don't thing that was the norm, even in the colonies. I would have ages everyone up 5 years, then you don't have an 18 year old flirting (albeit inadvertently and without sexual intent but still flirting) with a 13 year old or a barely 15 year old getting married and having a baby at 16. But aging Abigail up doesn't fit with the audience. This just makes me want an edgier show/series where it's the same premise, but it's aimed at adults so we can take on more serious issues

Rating Scale

Book 1: 7/10 Bounty Coats

Book 2: 4/10 pregnant teens (Which is the same number mentioned between the two books?

Other Possible Contenders: caps not bonnets, chamber pots to bleach laundry, unpleasant sounding marches

Photo Credit:

Cover: Still me!

#Read with Me #History Fun Times #Dear America #American Revolution #Historical Fiction

[sunshine-on-marz]

tw // high school, rumors, mean girls, bullying?

Ok I know this is a weird request but I just think this could be cool? It's a c!Dream x reader request but highschool au? (Idk do you take this kind of request or not, sorry if you don't)

Reader is a mean girl that love to lie and manipulate the crowds, they create rumors and making stories about their schoolmates just to see how it ends, nobody ever finds out about this because they acted too nice, only c!dream find out because he is trying to finds out all the secrets of famous people in school

Ok so I’m skipping ahead of a few requests from the event for this so I’m super sorry- but I adore this idea and really want to write for some people other then Wilbur and Tommy and Ranboo, don’t get my wrong I love writing for them but I want everyone to be able to enjoy my content so that means expanding my horizons!!

Having said that, if you deal with/ have dealt with bullying, I’m so sorry, you don’t deserve that and you’re worthy of so much! This reader and her friends are less of a group bullies because I’m not to comfortable writing that so it’s kinnda like Gretchen in Mean Girls where she hangs with popular people and knows all the secrets so I hope that’s ok!

Let’s get started!!!

Tw: bullying, rumors, cursing

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Face claims cause this is an AU!

Jewls Bec Jean

Dream(clay) You

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You and your friends, Jewls, Bec and Jean, were walking through the hallways of the school, talking and giggling about Jean’s crush, George, the best friend of the most popular kid in school, Clay. Jewls and Nick, aka Dream and George’s other best friend, had been a situation-ship for about 3 months now and through Nick, you, Jean and Bec had gotten close to the whole football team. Bec and Karl definitely had a little something going on but you learn fairly quickly that with Bec, odds are, you don’t want to know. “You know you think he’s cute” “I don’t!” The girls had some how figured out about your crush on the blonde haired quarterback but you refused to let them know that they had seen right through you trying to hide your emotions, they always did. “Who’s cute?” The familiar voice would usually bring comfort, but today it made the hair on your neck stand up. “Don’t worry, it’s none of your business Clay” he rolled his eyes playfully and lightly pushed your shoulder. “Speaking of ‘not my business’ I need to grab [y/n] for a second if that’s fine with y’all.” Clay said as he held his hand out for you to grab. You’re whole group nods there head, Jean throws a “get ittt” look in your direction before the three walk away, leaving you alone with Clay. “Alright, let’s go to Ms.F’s class, yea? Her door is always unlocked and she’s on lunch until the end of this period.” He took your hand and slowly started walking to the classroom. You just trailed behind. “Do I get to know why I’m being dragged across the school?” Your question was a solid mix between inquisitive and a joke that his reaction wasn’t out of line. “Nope!” You giggled at the sing-sing voice he put on for his response. Soon the both of you were at the class room, he pulled inside and closed the door just enough that it wasn’t locked before sitting down on a desk, you sat in the chair that had previously been neatly pushed under Clay’s impromptu seat. Not long after you were both seated the questions started. Stuff like “Are Ryan and Alexia dateing?” To stuff like “is it true that Sarah’s mom cursed out a freshman?” Had all been asked in the last half hour. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t nice to spend 30 minutes alone with the cutest boy you’d ever seen , while also being less then 2 feet away from him the entire time. Not long after he asked the 27th question (not that anyone was counting) the early bell rung, making the two of you rush to leave the classroom. After the next bell it was time to leave, or for you time to go with your friends to watch the football practice. It was basically 1 hour and 45 minutes of the 4 of you fan girl-ing over the team. After practice Clay asked you aside because he had “one last question” of course you didn’t say no to a few more minutes with him, but when he pulled you aside he didn’t ask for the latest gossip. But rather said, “will you go out with me?” ——————————————— AHHHHH I REALKY LIKE THIS SHOULD I DO A PART TWO AND CONTINUE THIS LIL SERIES??

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Dear Quil, it's June. Mom and Dad say that they're not going to fight anymore and that it's all over. We went out the other day and everything was normal, everyone felt happy. But deep down, inside, I'm still so scared, Quil. It's been happening for so many months, it's hard to believe it's all over. And somehow I now feel worse than ever. I wish I could just take my family somewhere far, far, away and start over, afresh. New friends for my parents, new school for me. We could actually be happy

Hey, June! I really hope for everyone involved that it truly is over and that this resolution is what's best for all parties. That's not to say that I doubt them or anything! Just that sometimes despite our best efforts things don't always work out.

It's nice to hear that you had a pleasant day out--my family also went out yesterday. We went to a local science museum because they currently have an exhibit on the history of chocolate and my mom absolutely loves chocolate, plus it's got roots in aztec and mayan cultures and my dad loves learning about those.

It's entirely understandable to be scared; this has been going on for months, it ending in a day feels too good to be true. It's not impossible, but part of you doesn't want to relax so you're not caught unawares if something happens again. You get so used to one thing that it seems like it's the only way it can be. But things can change. That's not to say you have to go into this new situation fully 100% accepting, because you don't have to do that. It's okay to gradually adjust, to be cautious. It's okay to not trust that things are normal again until you have solid, concrete proof. It is entirely reasonable to be wary of the situation, because it is possible your parents will fight again despite what they say.

It also makes complete sense that you'd feel worse now, so please try not to beat yourself up about it. There's this thing when you're going through something or experiencing something where you're kinda going on survival/autopilot mode, so then when you finally get a chance to breathe you fall apart because you can actually relax a little and process things and figure yourself out. That doesn't mean that things are worse now, it means that you can finally unwind and sometimes part of unwinding is falling apart and crashing. It doesn't last forever though; you may feel worse now but crashing gives you the opportunity to process and then move forward towards feeling better. It's like the embodiment of "things are going to get worse before they get better." The worse part doesn't mean the better isn't worth the effort, and I have full confidence you'll get through it <3

Also, that new start thought, I think I understand what you mean. It's like you just want to leave everything behind and scrap and start over and do it right this time. That way all the problems and all the issues and worries are gone because you're leaving them behind. Sometimes a new start is good and what you need, and sometimes it's just a convenient way to ignore dealing with what you don't want to. Not that that's what you're trying to do, I'm just kinda talking.

But I will say that you can be happy without a fresh start. It'll take work and it may take time, but that doesn't mean it isn't worth it. I know it's hard to believe and you probably don't want to deal with it (I know I wouldn't), but happiness is 100% possible. I'm assuming you probably can't completely start over, so you'll have to put in the work, but I believe you're entirely capable of doing so.

I hope you get the chance to process everything and figure things out, how you feel and what you need/want to do from here. I'm wishing you and your family the best and that everything is normal from here on out. If you ever need to talk or want someone to listen, I'll be here <33

#quil's queries #june nonsie #the falling apart when things start to get better can happen on many scales as well #can be a big collapse or a smaller one #i have the smaller ones all the time when my schedule gets hectic and then calms down and I just bleh #like today #i've done basically nothing for hours just existing and reorienting myself because I've had such unusual schedules for the past 4 days #and was going only on momentum. so now that it's over I'm having a mini collapse #but also maybe you're not going through a collapse! could be something else. it's just what what you were talking about reminded me of #i am sending you a basket of your favorite fruits across the internet <33 #long post