#ok but what if it's a gift from grandma or one of his parents

[canirove]

My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 17

Author's note: Sorry about this chapter being extremely short. I tried to think of something to add, but my brain is fried this week 😅 We only have four chapters left after this one, and I promise you they are way better and that important things are happening!

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"That was a nice car, wasn't it?" grandma said when I arrived at her house.

"It's just a car" I shrugged.

"Is it his? Did he drive you all the way from Manchester?"

"Who?" I said, playing dumb but already feeling my face burning.

"Your neighbour. The one you definitely don't fancy."

"Who do you not fancy?" grandad asked, showing up out of nowhere.

"Her neighbour."

"Rodri?"

"I already told you it's not him, grandad." 

"But you said his name starts with an R and he is the only one."

"And she also said that he wasn't a player. But that car was very football player like. So big and expensive..."

"You are not going to let it go, are you?" I said, letting out a big sigh.

"We are noisy, sweetheart. What can I say" grandad shrugged.

"Well, if you want me to ask him to get us some tickets for the City-Arsenal game, you better behave yourself."

"Wait, wait, wait" grandad said. "Seriously?"

"Yep. Next to Arsenal's bench if you want."

"I won't say another word, then" he said.

"Does that mean that you will finally invite us to visit you?" grandma asked.

"Only if you behave."

"We will. Won't we, love?" grandad said.

"We will" she smiled.

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"It'll be ok, sweetie" grandma said, giving my hand a little squeeze.

We were back at my parent's house. My old house.

My mother was throwing a party to celebrate her 50th birthday, and she had somehow convinced my dad to let me come. Apparently, he had relaxed a bit since I had gotten a job even if it was as a nanny. But with him, you never know. 

"Oh, you came!" my mother said when she saw me, giving me a hug.

"I promised I would, didn't I?"

"Thank you" she said, whipping away a tear. "You look so good. You are like glowing, which means that you must be happy."

"I am, yes. Happy birthday" I said, giving her my present.

"Oh, you didn't have to get me anything! Can I open it now?"

"It's your birthday. You can do whatever you want" I smiled.

"Oh, darling! It is beautiful!" my mum said.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it! Since when do you have good taste picking gifts?" she laughed.

"I had a bit of help" I confessed. 

"Well, then tell you helper thank you from me" she said, hugging me again.

"I will."

"There you... Are" my father said from behind my mum.

"Hello dad."

"Hi" he said. 

"Look at her. Doesn't she look good?" my mum says.

He just nodded, his eyes fixed on the floor.

"Let's go sit and catch up for a bit before the other guests arrive" she said, grabbing my arm with one hand and my dad's with the other.

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"So you got yourself a job, uh?" my father said. The party had been going for a few hours, and that was the first time he had talked to me directly, probably encouraged by the couple of drinks he had had.

"Yep."

"A nanny for a posh divorced woman."

"She isn't posh. She comes from a family like ours."

"But she still is divorced, isn't she?"

"She is, yes. Is that a problem?"

"No, not all" he said, taking another sip from his drink. "And you teach piano to her daughter."

"I do."

"Is she good?"

"She isn't bad, gets everything pretty fast. But she's more interested in football these days."

"Football" he snorted. "That will take her nowhere." 

"But at least she is doing what she likes, not what others like."

"I'm sorry" my dad muttered after a couple of minutes of awkward silence. 

"What?"

"I'm sorry" he said again. "For what I did to you. I shouldn't have been so... You know."

"You shouldn't have, no."

"Do you think... That maybe one day... We'll be able to... Have a normal relationship?" he asked, nervously playing with his glass.

"You already said sorry, which is the most difficult part. So maybe."

"Good... Good" he said, going back to the party. 

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"He said sorry?" 

"Yep."

"It's a beginning" Rúben said. While I was with my family he had stayed in London meeting with some friends, and now he was also driving me back together to Manchester. 

"Yeah" I sighed. "But I don't think he'll like you."

"Why not?" Rúben chuckled.

"He thinks football players are dumb, earn way too much money, and that it is a pointless career choice."

"He isn't wrong about the money. But I'll prove him wrong about everything else" he said with that smirk of his.

#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[scwheeler]

🩰 ˖ ࣪⊹ — tank tops & roof tops

pairing: mike wheeler x fem!reader

summary: for a school project, you are asked to write a small paragraph about someone you cherish and care for in your life whom is not a family member or related by blood, to show the value of friendships and relationships that could be greater than one’s shared by blood. in the paragraph, you may only chose one adjective.

warnings: mention of reader having hair in face due to wind and ears pierced, karen being the best character ever, your mom being the worst…

age of pairing: 15-16 years old

[ding-dong] [ding-dong]

♪ oh girls, girls just wanna have fun ♪

♪ they just wanna, they just wanna (girls) ♪

♪ they just want, they just wanna ♪

���y/n! come on down! the wheelers’ are here for dinner!” your mom shouted out from the downstairs’ kitchen. you heard several footsteps enter through the front door and lots of chatter between the parents. you quickly took off your headphones and paused cyndi lauper, standing up and tossing it on the bed behind you.

you rummaged through your messy closet drawers to find a sweater. you knew your parents would get mad for wearing a tank top at the weekly ‘family friendly’ dinner, taking turns hosting at your house and the wheelers’ house.

thankfully you found a beige sweater stuffed underneath your t-shirts and jeans that was gifted from you grandma around four years ago. you prayed that it fit but as soon as you put it on, there was no exit.

the head hole was fit for a ten year old at most.

“knock knock,” a voice said in a sing songy tone and a two quiet knocks on your wall. “in a second!” you responded still trying to either get that stupid sweater off or over your head. you groaned in annoyance, giving up after almost twenty tries and the background laughter didn’t help the encouragement.

“don’t just stand there wheeler and help me,” you grumbled, struggling with the arm holes and everything now. “ok ok no need to be a hothead,” he stifled his laughter but you obviously understood his unfunny dad joke. “get it cause—”

“—of course i get it!! now get this—this thing off!!” you whined. mike finally got the sweater off your head and threw it onto the foot of the bed frame. you took a deep breath and threw yourself onto the bed.

standing in front of you was none other than your best friend since birth, mike wheeler. the moment mr. miller had assigned that english homework, you knew who it was going to be about.

mike.

he was your best friend, not related by blood and you could easily write a paragraph full of facts about him.

unfortunately, you didn’t know how to describe him, especially in just one word. awkward? kind-hearted? funny? tall? bossy? there were just so many options. also how did it reflect on how you felt about him.

he’s just your best friend but was he just your best friend? how did you feel about him? was he charming? sweet? a mean person or nice one? you needed an umbrella term to describe this boy but since birth and till now, that word has been undiscovered.

“god imagine if i died from a sweater i got from my grandma on christmas,” you let out a few laughs then jumped up towards the window to get some fresh, chill air.

mike followed you to the right side of your room where the window was. you opened the window and carefully pulled out the window screen so you could climb onto the roof. “wait we forgot to refill last time so double time now,” mike mentioned, grabbing your shoulder to prevent you from climbing onto the roof right away.

you turned around and pointed your finger at mike with widened eyes, “you. are. a. genius.” he grinned and raised his eyebrows but before he could agree with your statement, you yanked his arm out of your room and down the stairs to the fridge.

“y/n! there you are! you didn’t even greet the wheeler’s, and what did i tell you about wearing tank tops to dinner?” your mom grouched while moving plates to the dining room along with nancy and karen. but you were too busy to get snacks for the roof hangout that you just nodded and said ‘uh huh’ in response to everything your mom complained about.

“oh lay off on her a little janice, y/n is so gorgeous. these tank tops fit her so well, i might have to go to the mall to get her some more!” karen exclaimed, grabbing napkins from the counters. “karen, she’s attracting too many boys’ attention and not in the good way, you know!”

your mom responded, changing her focus from the china plates on the dinner table to you in the kitchen, carrying cans of soda as mike fished them from the fridge. her reply earned an eyeroll from you because this conversation had just come up for the third time this week.

karen playfully hit your mom with a dish towel as your mom continued to stare you down with her hands on her hips. “she’s a teen girl in highschool, remember when we were their age, getting a boy’s attention was the only thing on our minds! lucky for her she’s already got a boy’s attention for sure since she’s beautiful! michael sure thinks sooooo,” karen teased, sharing a glance with you and mike.

you looked down to mike who was mid-cola-grab. he was staring literal daggers at his mother. you quietly laughed to yourself and avoided anyone’s eye contact by staring at the kitchen black and white tile.

“ok y/n i think it’s time we return upstairs,” he rushed his words and shut the fridge door. you nodded but like before, he grabbed your arm and pulled you up the stairs with a couple of bags of chips falling onto the floor and cans of soda rolling down the stairs. “michael, we are to use coasters in this house! remember this isn’t home!” karen shouted from below the staircase as you looked back to laugh at mike’s face. he rolled his eyes and gave you a ‘dont even’ look.

once both of you reached your bedroom, you grabbed two throw pillows from your bed and climbed out of the window. luckily, your room’s window didn’t face the front of the house and the roof was fairly easy to access from your window. as soon as you got up, you put the pillows down beside the blankets and put the sodas into the cooler.

“hey some help down here?!” mike yelled from the window and you rushed to grab the chip bags from his arms so he had free arms to climb. “thanks,” “well i couldn’t let my precious bags of chips fall into my backyard!” you sarcastically remarked, hugging the chips over-passionately.

he scoffed and snatched one of the potato chip bags out of your arms resulting in a small ‘hey!’ from you. you let it be and laid down on the scaly roof. since the first day you came up here, you knew it would be a great place to get away from things.

like people, school, drama, and especially your parents. with their constant nagging you would’ve climbed out of this window one way or another. however, you grabbed layers of blankets to make it comfy and a few pillows for a headrest. then you brought mike here and it’s now a secret hideout for the two of you. even though your neighbors could probably see two teenagers crawling on a roof at night.

you put the chips in a separate bin that you already had kept here since the start and put the sofas into the mini cooler. you stared at the sky, sadly the sun had just set so there weren’t going to be stars until a while.

there was light breeze and wind that made a little chill but neither of you minded. you stared at the sky when your hair started getting in the way of your face. you were going to sit up and face where the wind was so you could get the hair out of your face but someone else did it. mike did.

he took the liberty in moving your hair from your face. but this time it wasn’t like yanking on your hair or making a joke, he tucked your hair behind your ears and stared in awe. the hues of orange and yellow from the sunset shone on your beautiful features which made them stand out.

the way your hair carefully followed the way of the wind and how your lips were parted but didn’t dare to speak. they weren’t chapped either and always fully coated with a new chapstick. you probably had a whole collection under your bed and renew them like every month.

he paid attention to the details.

the small cut on the left side of your upper cheek after dustin’s new cat clawed at you when visiting from a couple of weeks ago. it was still healing but in a week it would be completely healed.

he looked to the left and right, seeing your ear piercings. he remembered the day you got your first ear piercing, you came to school the next day with puffy red eyes from all the crying in the first grade. you hated them because you were obligated to wear the plain silver fem ones for about a month or two. but mike thought of an idea to put stickers on top of them which meant it was limitless and you could change them anytime!

you stayed at his house for hours in nancy’s room while she was at a sleepover, looking for stickers. she had a whole stationary set and you changed your piercings to red, green, puppies, smiley faces, and almost any design or color you could think of.

you got your second piercing at your house, in your room. mike came over with max, lucas, dustin, el, and will for a movie night but then it became a sorta sleepover. all the boys slept in the living room and the girls in your room.

in the middle of the night you, max, and el thought of a crazy idea to pierce your ears with a needle and an ice cube because max had seen it on tv. you got your sewing kit and ice cubes from the fridge.max her own which to el’s and your surprise, ended really well. they looked bitchin’ so you obviously wanted them too. so you held el’s hand and a pillow while max went to work.

unfortunately your pain tolerance wasn’t as high as maxs’ and you screamed in pain. it started to bleed since you flinched and a trip to the ER was necessary. max profusely apologized while you told her it was fine and el wouldn’t stop crying because you were crying. lucas was comforting max while will and dustin were holding mike back from breaking down the hospital doors down so he could see you.

even though everyone knows he can’t do it with those lanky ass arms (it’s the thought that counts i guess…)

so you got stitches in your right ear while the left ear was left bare. they were all glad you didn’t die even though it was just an ear thing. max swore never to do that again and even stopped wearing earrings in general.

he wanted to tell you how pretty you are and how the warm tones made you look like a painting in an art gallery. he wanted to kiss your nicely coated lips and put a band-aid on your healing scar. buy you ever clip-on earring in the world and make sure you never see a needle again, nor an ice cube!

he wanted to always be beside you. next to you. because then he could stare at you for as long as he wanted.

which was forever.

you stared at his eyes and just noticed how many freckles he had. they reminded you of sprinkles on a cupcake, so perfectly and delicately placed as if there was a sketch drawn before hand. he was sculpted like a statue in one of those fancy art museums in europe that people would pay millions to go see.

his eyes sparkled with the little glimmer reflecting from the disappearing sun to his right. the brown in his eyes almost looked light a tan or even orange. his lips were rather red than pink. you guessed it was probably because of how many cherry popsicles he eats.

how could you have not noticed these about your best friend? well you’ve never seen him in this light. not in the sunset or orange-ish hue light. but in this ‘more than friends’ light.

you didn’t know how to describe the feeling as if time had stopped when your eyes met. the two of you didn’t even move a muscle. you were speechless. him, he himself was breathtaking. he was literally taking your breath away like the police song. you felt the world moving but only revolving around the two of you.

you never knew what to describe mike wheeler in one word. too many options you thought. but how could you miss the perfect word that described him and how he makes you feel.

mike wheeler is breathtaking.

#*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧scwheeler #mike wheeler x you #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler #mike x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things #st 4 vol 2 #st4 #finn wolfhard #headcanon #my fic

[boltupbitches]

Cheers to Us - Justin Herbert

Part 3 of the Layla Herbert series

Part 1 - One Day at a Time

Part 2 - Today's the Day

“Oh my god.” Justin groaned in exasperation.

“It’s honestly fine, babe. She’s ok!” Alex adjusted his collar, careful not to bump his cast. 

Alex was helping Justin get ready as his younger brother kept Layla preoccupied. The two-month-old had started crying when she saw her favorite uncle. He had shaven his mustache off the day before and Layla, although just two months old, was not feeling it at all and cried at the sight of him when he came over to pick her up.

“He’s going to give her nightmares,” Justin grumbled. “I told him she’d notice, but he’s an idiot and said she wouldn’t. I know our daughter, Alex.”

Alex rolled her eyes and sighed at her husband’s ire. “Alright, go, go, go. You’re done.”

Justin wasted no time rushing back into his living room to rescue his fussy daughter from her mustache-less uncle. 

“She was fine with me!” Patrick protested as his brother scooped Layla up with one hand. “That’s seriously dangerous, Justin. What if you dropped her?”

“You were making her cry with your face. I am adept at holding my daughter.”

“Says the dude with only one arm currently in use. You probably can’t even wipe your ass without Alex helping you.”

Justin went to retort, but he was interrupted by the loud. “Alright, that’s enough!” Called from the doorway.

Both brothers looked towards the doorway to see their mother and the rest of the family. They had just arrived and were invited in by Alex. After hearing her sons bicker, Holly wasted no time to break it up.

“Arguing in front of a baby? You two are so childish!” She admonished, walking forward to scoop her clueless granddaughter out of her older son’s hold. “They are so silly, aren’t they Miss Layla? Just the silliest. Grandma is here now though. I’ll keep them in line.” She stopped cooing at her granddaughter to give her sons a warning look.

Their dad came over to greet them and laughed at the pouting look on Justin’s face. “You aren’t seeing that baby for the next two days, son. All she’s talked about the last two weeks was seeing Layla again.” He gazed over at his wife as she showed off the beautiful tree Alex decorated to an enraptured Layla, who stared at the bulbs in wonderment as her grandma pointed out the beautiful colors.

Justin’s eyes shifted to his girlfriend speaking to Mitch and his wife. She looked absolutely gorgeous in the deep red dress she was wearing. Her hair was pinned to one side, her hair beautifully curled. The red lipstick she wore caught his attention and he stared in a brief trance at her lips as she continued speaking animatedly to his older brother and sister-in-law.

He didn’t realize that he had walked off from his amused father who wasn’t even hiding his knowing grin. Patrick just rolled his eyes at his lovestruck brother, focusing his attention back on his niece in hopes of winning her over by the end of the night. She’d get over the lack of mustache, Patrick was certain of that.

Justin found himself standing just behind his girlfriend when he decided to wrap his good arm around her and startle her, smirking at her squeal of shock.

“I was about to ruin your surprise there,” Mitch smirked. “But I figured you’d pout some more if I did so. Mom already got you doing that enough with her hogging Layla.”

“Yeah don’t remind me. We don’t even exist anymore since her first grandkid entered the world. I gotta compete with her to hold my daughter when she’s in town visiting.” Justin complained. 

“It takes a village to raise a child,” Alex mused, finding humor in her boyfriend’s jealousy. “She doesn’t get to see her all the time. She just loves her granddaughter.”

“She FaceTimes us every day to talk to Layla. She probably has that rental out front loaded with gifts too.”

“She does,” Mitch chuckled. “She came well-prepared. It’s the reason we needed two rental cars.”

“Oh god.” Justin looked over at his parents and younger brother. “Well, I suppose we get off diaper duty tonight?” He turned to Alex, leaning down to peck her lips. “Maybe we can have a night of full sleep too.” ‘And a little something else as well.’ He thought as he peeked down at his girlfriend’s cleavage.

She blushed and smacked his arm, both ignoring the gag Mitch made and his wife laughing at him for being so dramatic. “Behave.”

“I always am.” He smirked. “That’s how Layla got here after all.” He mused as his girlfriend quickly walked off to the kitchen to check on the food, his sister-in-law following after as she reached out to punch Justin’s shoulder with a “calm it down there, tiger.”

“Sooo.” Mitch started talking, “You guys are official now?”

“We are,” Justin confirmed as he took in the sight of his living room decked out and festive for the holidays. All thanks to Alex’s good taste. “We became official a month ago, but we’ve been taking our time and keeping it between us.”

Mitch nodded. “I’m glad you guys worked it out. You almost missed out on a great girl, Justin.”

Justin agreed to that without hesitation. “I’m just glad she was willing to give me another chance. It’s been amazing.”

He took in the sight of his fussy daughter, who was wearing a cute sweater dress. She was the best gift he’d ever received. Not even being drafted in the NFL compared to the feeling of being Layla Herbert’s father. The more he stared at his daughter, the more he felt his heart warm with feelings of love and happiness. 

He couldn’t wait for what the New Year would hold for his little family. He was excited to see Layla reach her milestones as she grew and with it, he’d hope that his and Alex’s relationship would continue to strengthen.

The ring he kept locked away in a small safe under his bed was waiting for its time to shine. He just hoped 2024 would be the year he’d get to break it out.

“Say, ‘come here, papa.’” Holly had her granddaughter focus on her dad. “Say, ‘papa, papa, papa.’”

Layla stared at her grandma in confusion, causing Patrick to snicker, and instead reached for her dad and let out a loud “ahhhh,” with a grabby hand towards her dad.

Justin immediately went over to her. “Why are you so fussy, Laylay?” He reached for her with one arm, using his cast-covered hand to support her bum and his other hand to hold her head against his chest as his daughter quieted down. “She’s been fussy all day.” He told his mom, who was staring at him with teary eyes. “She was just getting over an ear infection.”

“Oh Justin,” His mom cooed. “I still can’t believe this is real. Just look at her. She’s so precious. You and Alex made the most beautiful baby. I swear.” She wiped her eyes, trying not to get too emotional. 

“Wait - what if I have kids someday? Won’t they be beautiful?” Patrick protested.

“They will be,” Justin said. “Just not as beautiful as mine.”

“She’s only beautiful because of her mom. It’s definitely not because of your ass.” Patrick sneered, yelping when his mom pinched his arm. “Oww!”

“Don’t be mean, Patrick! Your brother is not ugly.”

Justin smiled at his brother behind his mom’s back. “Well, Alex is beautiful and so is Layla. Can’t deny that.”

Before anyone could say anything else. Alex had called them in the dining room for dinner. Mitch had joined her and his wife in setting the table.

As Justin was walking in with Layla, Alex stopped him to ask for Layla. “Why don’t you eat first? And I can bottle feed her.”

“I was going to breastfeed her in the kitchen,” Alex said.

“Honestly, it’s fine. I’ll bottle-feed her from the milk you stored in the fridge. You eat and enjoy dinner with everyone. My mom will end up abandoning us anyway to come see Layla in the kitchen if you stay in here.”

Alex nodded at that, knowing he was right. “Ok. Let’s go eat then. Go get settled and I’ll get her bottle warmed up for you.”

Justin nodded and smiled at his wife. “I love you.”

She smiled back shyly, “I love you too.”

They stood there for a few moments until Layla fussed again and started pulling at Justin’s shirt, mouthing against the material. “Ok, ok,” He soothed her, reaching for her binky that was clipped to her dress. “We’re getting it, Ms. Fussy.”

Layla suckled on her binky, staring up at her dad with scrunched eyebrows, showing her displeasure with him. 

“You look just like your mom when you make that face.” He mused at his daughter as he walked into the chaotic dining room and took a seat. “But I wouldn’t have it any differently.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

Justin’s mom and dad gripped each other’s hands, looking at each other with knowing looks as Alex returned to the table with a bottle for Justin.

What was once fear of the unknown for their son had blossomed into excitement and adoration for his situation. Layla was a blessing. They were sure of that. She gave Justin so much happiness and fulfillment in life outside of football. Alex, his girlfriend, was a wonderful woman as well. They had hoped someday to call her their daughter-in-law.

2023 was a year of trials and tribulations for their son. Yet, by the end of the year, he was given one of the greatest gifts of all. A daughter to love and raise. 

“Cheers to Layla.” Mark said suddenly, lifting his glass, “Cheers to Christmas. To our family. And to a Prosperous New Year.”

“Cheers!” The rest of the table echoes.

“Cheers to Layla.” Justin cooed to his daughter who smiled around the nipple of the bottle. 

Justin smiled at his girlfriend who smiled back at him. “Cheers to us,” He said quietly. 

Alex lifted her glass of sparkling grape juice to him with a smile. “Cheers to us.” She agreed.

#justin herbert fanfiction #justin herbert fanfic #justin herber imagines #justin herbert imagine #justin herbert one shot #justin herbert one shots

[dulcewrites]

Snow Business

Pairing: austin!Elvis x black reader (wc: 1.5k)

Summary: After signing his new contract with RCA and the Colonel, Elvis and you sit down for a serious conversation over sweet treat.

Requested: No

A/N: I just wrote this on a whim, and decided to post it. Also I want to see if my work will show up in tags again.

“Mrs. Presley your son has very unique gift. It’s as though he as the strength of two men inside of him.”

The line makes you raise an eyebrow. Elvis was right; this Colonel Tom Parker guy is good. Maybe too good. You watch from the side as Gladys reluctantly signs the papers in front of her. Elvis beams once she finishes, and the cameras start firing off. This is a technically history being made. Very expensive history. Elvis is now officially under the watchful eye of RCA, and this Colonel fellow.

Elvis eyes catch yours, and he sends you a wink. He insisted you be here for this. In his words, you were there for the first chapter of his career, why wouldn’t you be there for the next one? You’re the only Sun Records employee here. Just Sam, Marion, and you watching your most successful artist to date leave.

It might have been more bitter rather than sweet if it was happening to anyone but Elvis. And honestly if Sun Records wasn’t getting the big pay day in return.

The cameras and journalist finally start to disperse after getting the photos, and quotes they need. You duck the cameras a couple of times, until Marion says she wants one of you, Elvis, and Sam. You try not to squirm and ruin the photo when you feel Elvis’ hand start to tickle your side.

“I hate you,” you whisper, smile frozen on your face for the picture.

“No you don’t doll,” Elvis whispers back, fingers still dancing. “Ok, now just me and Ducky.”

You roll your eyes. Elvis is the only person who calls you that nickname. You regret the day you came into work, while he was recording, wearing a bright yellow rain jacket. Elvis had likened you to a cute duck, and never let it go.

“I have something for you,” you shyly turn to Elvis after the pictures are taken. “I can give it to you after everyone leaves.”

You don’t know why giving him your surprise treat makes you nervous. It’s Elvis; the same Elvis that’s been around for the past two years. He gives you a curious look but nods.

Colonel Parker and the RCA representative are the first people to leave, not in much hurry to join in with the mini celebration that started. Next is Gladys and Vernon, but not before Gladys pulls you to the side. You’re a bit surprised when she thanks you and pulls you into a hug. Gladys can be a tough cookie to crack; she’s a mama bear when it comes to her son, and you get it because your mom is the same with you. Despite that, you and her had a good relationship. She knew you always wanted the best for Elvis.

As his parents leave, you can tell Gladys is not super enthused by the situation. You understand where she is coming from. Who is this Colonel Parker character?

Sam, Marion, Elvis, and you spend a little more time at Sun Records, recounting different things that’s happened during Elvis’ time there. Sam promises Elvis that the door is always for him before him and Marianne leave. The sun is beginning to set outside, and the normally busy streets are clearing out. Elvis turns to you with a mischievous smile.

“So, where’s my present?”

“What makes you think it’s a present,” you tease, but going over the table where the cake is.

You bite your lip. It’s silly how much you want him to like it. You remember your mama’s knowing smile as she watched you stumble through your grandma’s recipe. She first seemed shocked to see in you in the kitchen, knowing how you drag your feet when it comes to helping her with cooking and baking. But she’s the same person who told you the easiest way to show someone you care is to make something for them. So, there you were, baking of all things.

“Have you ever thought maybe you like Elvis?”

She was to the point and made you stop furiously mixing. The question, which you didn’t even answer, had been ringing in your head all day.

“Ok, close your eyes.” Elvis tilts his head, and closes his eyes. You pick up the cake bring it over to the table where he is. You remove the cover. “Alright, open them”

He looks down at the cake, and a big grin break on his face.

“You baked me a cake.”

You can hear the shock in his voice. He’s been on the receiving end of your anti cooking rants. You look down at your little creation pretty pleased. It’s not perfect but pink and white icing you used reminds you of him. He seems genuinely surprised, and happy so you consider it a success.

You pull out the forks you brought from home. The two of you sit down at the table to try it. Elvis’ eyes go a bit wide when he takes the first bite.

“Ducky… this is actually edible,” he says it with a laugh. You playfully shove him. Of course, it’s edible.

You both eat from the cake in silence. The only sound being Nat King Cole’s voice playing softly. You start to hum along to a song. Your eyes stay on your cake when you can feel Elvis’ on you.

“I broke up with Dixie,” Elvis interrupts your humming by dropping a bomb.

You had only been around Dixie twice, and she was nice enough. Pretty and docile; exactly what you expected. Even with your limited time around her, you’re still surprised by the news. Elvis takes your silence as cue to continue.

“Colonel thought it would be a good idea,” he trails off. “Honestly, I should’ve done it sooner.”

“He told you to break up with your girlfriend, and you did it?” your tone is more judgmental than you intended it to be.

He obviously thinks quite highly of Colonel Parker. You know Elvis wants this deal to go well, not only for himself but for his family. He’s in a vulnerable position, and willing to do a lot. You’re sure the colonel knows that.

“Like I said, I should’ve done it anyway,” he mumbles.

You just nod. If he wanted to be with her, he would’ve pushed back on breaking it off.

“I thought about y-“

“I think you shou-“

You both laugh at each other talking over one another.

“You go first,” Elvis says softly.

“I just wanted to say, I think you should be careful with this Colonel guy,” you sigh truthfully. You’d feel like a bad friend, confidant, or whatever you are to Elvis if you don’t say it.

He scoffs a bit, shuffle his feet and leaning back in his chair.

“You sound like my mama,” he wrinkles his nose. He’s probably had this conversation many times.

“Gladys is a smart woman,” you shrug. “Look, everyone is proud of you, but I think it’s fair the people who care about you are apprehensive.”

Elvis gives you a look you don’t really know how describe. You know that sentence lumps you in with the ones that care about him. You wish you could just come out and say it.

“I thought about you a lot when I was on the road.”

His words make your heart lurch into your throat. You thought about him too. Wondering what he was doing, and who is was doing it with. You’re sure that’s something you, Dixie, and his mom had in common. He called you, which was nice, but it was still odd having him so far away.

“Scotty asked about you too,” he shook his head. “Something about the pretty girl from the sun label.”

You didn’t think much of it. Scotty is a flirt; you learned that the few time you’ve been around him at the studio But Elvis seems to take offense to him even asking. He takes you by surprise when he leans over and grabs your hand.

“Things are going to change soon, if they go the way I want em to,” the earnest look in his eyes makes you anxious. “But I want you to know that I’m going to be around… for you.”

You nod slowly, trying to process what he’s saying. Of course he’s going to be around. He lives in Memphis, and you live in Memphis. Elvis can tell by the inquisitive look on your face that you’re not quite sure where he’s going with this conversation.

“I know it wouldn’t be fair to ask you to wait for me to figure this all out,” he continues. “But I want some time so things can be done right.”

You blink, and he sighs realizing he’s gonna have to spell this out for you.

“Ducky, I want you.”

“Ohhhhh.”

Elvis laughs at your exaggerated expression, eyes wide and mouth parted.

“Colonel probably won’t like it, but I’ll figure it out.”

You bite your tongue. If you’re romantically seen with Elvis, you’re gonna have to face more than an old man with a funny accent. But he wants you. You can hear your mom’s chastising voice in the back of your head. The voice is telling you it’s a bad idea. That you’re gonna end up heartbroken when this promise is broken.

If her voice in the angel on your shoulder, it’s the devil on the other that makes you squeeze his hand back.

“The first date better match that contract.”

#austin!elvis x reader #elvis 2022 #black!reader #austin!elvis x black!reader #my writing #austin elvis imagine #austin elvis x reader

[heartonxions]

Ok . Shadowgear headcanons (+gajeel and Lily probably because they all are besties to me)

My hc on their backstory (spoiler I am projecting my thai-ness on them they are thai (as if I have not said that enough)

Set in the sweltering fiore adjacent thailand country :

Jet’s family being pretty nonchalant,, didnt care what he did when he got home or anything (not necessarily in the neglecting way,, just like he always comes back every night and they trust him way) He loved running with the dogs as a kid and where he got his love of running from. Droy, was a farmer kid (obv) his parents were just a little magic gifted , father with plant manipulation and mother with a small affinity to plant growth. He has basically a farmers tan all of the time (when he started helping in the fields) , naturally was a chubby kid and just grew a lot —> why it’s less noticeably during “canon”. Jet (10)and Droy (11) met when jet raced past Droy’s test crops, ruining them and seeing him tearing up jet immediately apoligized and offered to help replant them. The start of a weird friendship,, sometimes droy would join jet with runs/walks (usually asking for him to slow down and talk about his day instead of trying to keep up with him) they meet levy(10) when they walk into the nearby town and see a little girl sitting at the counter of a restaurant and reading. Being young and wanting to make more friends they go up to her and pester her and she’s very shy. Her kunyai (grandma + honorific in thai) who basically adopted Levy when her parents died in a guild raid of a nearby province when she was v young scolded the two (they’re regulars at the restaurant, there to run errands for her or yk eat lol),, but they were intrigued and didn’t let up their efforts to try and talk to her whenever they saw her. One day they acted like they were fight over her (kunyai initiated it probably) and she snorted out laughing calling them idiots. Thus the start of them fighting over her AS A JOKE (because I hate how they were reduced to that and the bit . Guys I swear it’s a bit),, kunyai was very encouraging about their friendship bc she was anxious that Levy wouldn’t get out of her shell. So they frequently hung out at the restaurant, Droy’s farm, or even Jet’s house.

Droy is actually the leader of the group because Jet and Levy would constantly get into competitions and are just feral. Droy is resident mediator (Thank fucking goodness) ,,,,, Levy is actually mvp but that doesn’t mean that they put her on such a high pedestal (AHEM. LOOKING AT YOU POST GAJEEL CANON)

Jet is the main attacker (?) because of well. His magic ofc.. me and my friend were mulling over potential second origin stuffs and were like AYO what if he can warp/teleport,, fully just disappear and appear stuff… hilarity ensues when he does it for the first time and he doesn’t know how or Why he wants to throw up so bad and oh my god he’s naked —> Droy and Levy running after him with his clothes

Has warped over a cliff edge and warped back accidentally and was like :’D while Levy and Droy just stood there not knowing how to react

Droy is heavy hitting and defense ofcofc (I am talking to myself) with his seed plant thingies he has like impeccable aim

His second origin thingy is that he has a more biologically based connection (?) ex. growing plants from any source ,, tapping into the nature in his surroundings in a way

He does sprout various wildlife on his body now which is cute (his fishtail is now a full ass plant ahoge now I’m not sorry)

Jet has goggles that he has on him at all times in case of extra long running so no bugs get in his eyes

Tans HORRIBLY. Like cannot tan more at all…… he will turn red red and blister horribly

Has 10 sunscreens on him at all time

Had a buzzcut as a kid and it came back during timeskip (it’s a look I swear) and he lets Asuka use little hair dye markers to draw cute flowers and other stuff on his head

Levy was kind of bummed that she wasn’t there to watch him cut it but why care about that when SHES REUNITED WITH HER BOYSSSS (I’m in tears)

HATES needles,, he has only his ears pierced when SG decided to do that when they turned like 10 or something,, BUT . does agree to repierce the matching lip ring (the piercing shop they did it at got infected and closed up,, jet had the most horrific one ,, probably how he got his fear)

This ensues : gajeel finds out and he mentions that he can do it if they want and then by the time it’s jets turn he get really scared bc of his phobia and something something gajeel says some stuff and gives jet some good advice and let’s him talk and then he’s on a tangent and notices gajeel just sitting there. He grins and is like I did it already and jet was like !!! Didn’t even feel it!! And OOUAHWHGAGS JETJEEL FRIENDSHIP START

“Look into my eyes”

“What”

“Just do it omg”

“…….sorry but they freak me out a bit”

“Well DAMN fuck you too.”

Probably happens

Gajeel asks why he’s freaked out when Levy was fine with it and Jet is like it’s because she has a CrUUuUUUuuUuSH on you and hes like what is . a crush again? and jet is flabbergasted

Droyjeel friendship start is when he accidentally making a poisonous plant pie and he gives it to gajeel and this is like the first time the both of them has interacted after the laxus thing and droys like .. i remember you said u.. ate so many poisoinous plants as a kid ,,,,,, and i was trying out a new recipe ok??? and then he walks back to his table and he's like uuuughh gajeel probably thinks im a weirdo i shouldn't have ddone that,, and then levy and jet laugh at him and motion tback to gajeel and she is CHOWING DOWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN and like glaring at everyone who even looks at the pie

Droy’s eyelashes change colors with the seasons :)

Jet can breakdance <3

Jet is the 12 year old boy that wears shorts in the winter

SG all kisses eachother

Levy and Droy are the ones to go OOOOOO over a plant they’ve seen in books/heard about while Jet stands there and tries to not poison himself on berries

Levy has a weirdass thing where is she’s in the vicinity of any raw fish/meat she is on that in seconds

She has gotten sick but does that stop her ? No… girl please

She has the worst diet ever . Because she gets sucked into work so much that she forgets to eat and/or eats almost anything she can get her hands on without fail because 1. Hungry 2. Willpower

Raw fish is just so tantalizing to her that jet and droy have to flying tackle her down whenever they go fishing

Jet is actually really good at spy/infiltration missions because he can bluff like crazy when his life/job depends on it anddd he’s super fast and can get out of the situation quickly

Jet in a suit

Levy in a suit

Droy in a suit

Gajeel in a dress

That is it. For now >:)

#onx rambles #levy mcgarden #gajeel redfox #jet #droy #headcanon #hc #fairy tail

[cartoon-lovers-world]

Ok, so I'm here to talk about the last poll I pulled

Starting with: Mirabel

Ok, so, we all know her deal. My girl literally didn't get a gift like the rest of her family, and for that, she was obviously treated differently, heck, Antonio was scared of not getting a gift because he saw how she got treated! And if you ask me, that's definitely messed up.

And it gets worse with her and Isabela drifting apart, and Luisa being busy with the village, along with her cousins, making her alone with no way of entertainment other than sewing and embroidery, which we see how good at it she is. And eventually, she grew up feeling left out, especially due to Abuela's treatment.

However, on the other hand, she wasn't completely alone. I mean, sure, she was left out and drifted apart from her sister, but at least she had Julieta and Agustín, who never mentioned her lack of gift, and probably also her tia and tio, along with Dolores and Camilo, who didn't seem bothered by it, if anything, they never brought it up to her.

To sum up, Mirabel had a tough childhood, but her parents, tio and tia, and cousins, along with Luisa, were always there for her, never comparing or treating her different, which at least makes it better.

Now with: Branch

Now, in the first movie, Branch was obviously the left out one, always gloomy and stuff, but it was only halfway through the movie when we figured out why he's the only grey, probably colorless, troll. He was literally a kid, doing what every troll liked to do-singing, when next thing he knew, his grandmother was being held by a bergen in front of his eyes, and that's some serious trauma right here.

Additionally, in the third movie 'Trolls band together', we know that it's not the first time he's been left alone, more likely abandoned. He was a baby when he saw his brothers drift apart, and he probably didn't know that they were never coming back, till eventually, he decided to move on, living with his grandma, only for her to leave him as well.

So the thing is, he stopped doing what he loved, and it gets worse because he grew up alone, completely alone, with no one sharing his pain or being there for him, and he grew up thinking his brothers leaving was his fault, and also his grandmother's death, which, in my opinion, is a heavy weight for a child to carry.

Note: I'm not forcing my opinion, I'm just expressing it, and I know both a had tough childhood, I just wanted to talk about it, see what you guys think

#Encanto #Mirabel Madrigal #Trolls #Branch #Backstories #Childhood trauma #MIRABEL ALSO HAD A TOUGH CHILDHOOD #I know #That's just MY opinion #Feel free to add #I accept and welcome criticism #But i went with Branch honestly

[asrisgratitudejournal]

Sejarah

Lucu banget habis baca tweetnya dokday di twitter terkait lulus PPDS di-attribute-kan hanya ke COGNITIVE and ATTITUDE. Ku gatau detail masuk PPDS kek gimana tapi banyak dengar dari Abi terkait proses menjalani PPDS yang intinya: susah kalau nggak established ekonominya. Karena mereka di-expect bayar SPP, kemudian sekolah sambil praktek tapi digajinya kecil(?)/malah gak digaji(?) -- CMIIW warga-warga tumblr semua.

Terus he went on to explain how HIS PARENTS managed to school 4 (aka all) of their children to MED SCHOOL??? Di tahun segitu??? Dan dia bisa-bisanya bilang masuk PPDS butuh cuma perkara cognitive and attitude... Pusing.

Kemarin habis nonton NOPE di Curzon. It's ok... Not the best Jordan Peele's movie I watched, tapi cukup menghibur. Beres dari situ jadi baca-baca lagi artikel tentang Us terus nemu ini di articlenya Vox:

... Sophie carries the burdens of decisions made millennia before she was born, back on the massive spaceship that brought her ancestors from Earth to this new planet. Those ancestors were shaped by the decisions that you and I are making right now, even as we’re shaped by decisions made hundreds of years ago, and so on. And many of those decisions are now half-remembered dreams.

It is hard to really deal with this, maybe all but impossible. To really sit and think about all of the ways that you are a product of human history, floating through the immense sweep of time and space, rather than someone who can take control of their life and make a difference, is so dispiriting.

Dear dokday... We are all a product of human history... Bagus kalau kita bisa take a leap dan ngejar apa yang kita udah ketinggalan: case-nya dokday, dia bisa managed to be a kaprodi di FKUI despite grandfathernya dia bukan orang angkatan atau mahasiswa kedokteran di STOVIA. Tapi berapa persen sih yang gifted, supported, lucky enough to be those people yang managed to jump high kayak dia gitu? 1% dari 270juta orang Indo aja udah angka yang optimis banget kayanya.

I managed to go to Oxford despite nenekku gapernah liburan di Paris (mostly ku-amati anak-anak Indo di sini yang pake duit sendiri neneknya pasti pernah ke luar negeri -- keingetan fotonya Sandiaga Uno dan Erick Thohir gaksi yang ini). Did I make it karena ku secara "cognitive and attitude" lebih bagus dibandingkan puluhan juta orang lain di usia yang sama sepertiku di Indonesia? Sayangnya I did not. I managed to do this ya karena ku lucky enough punya network yang bikin ku bisa ke-ekspos dengan info terkait Jardine, yaitu teman-teman SMA-ku sendiri. Imagine kalau ku ga pernah di 8... di mana ku akan berada sekarang? Only God knows.

Gimana juga ku bisa sampe 8? Karena Mama Papaku memutuskan untuk merantau dari rumahnya di Jawa Tengah sana ke Jakarta. Gimana mereka bisa ke Jakarta? Karena mereka sekolah sampai sarjana dan orangtua mereka membolehkan (mensupport) mereka untuk merantau. Kenapa mereka bisa disupport buat merantau? Karena apparently, Mbahku dua-duanya nggak butuh anaknya bantuin mereka kerja di rumah -- they somehow were quite well-off di jaman itu. Intinya what I became now: it all can be traced back to every single decision my Mom and Dad made, my Grandpas and Grandmas made, my Great great grandparents made. Yaelah kalau mau ditarik jauh juga akan sampai at what the Dutch decided for us.

Yaudah intinya mau nyampein aja kalau insensitive banget orang-orang yang menihilkan privilese tuh. Jadi kesel sendiri. Jangan jadi kaya dokday ya teman-teman. Boleh ngerasa proud of ourselves, of our efforts, of how far we've come. Tapi tetap inget juga where we came from. Fenomena apapun yang terjadi di dunia ini, it didn't happen because of ONE single factor. It never was. Pasti multiple factor played role in that. And they accumulates, intersects each other, gimana caranya pokoknya berkolaborasi sampai akhirnya jadi end-product yang salah satunya itu adalah kita.

Radcam, 24/08/2022 12:24 pm

[mstrickster]

What kind of quirk or thing do you think each of the Ducks had as kids? Like, who was the kid that was always rescuing injured animals or who was the kid that dressed up as Batman for weeks? Just funny little kid things lol

Ok, so I started this and it was more sad than funny so I restarted. Anyways let's do this.

Dwayne has also had a connection with animals. His family used to joke he was snow white. Not only would he rescue them but they would bring him stuff like feathers and rocks.

Casey couldn't afford daycare or preschool so Charlie would have to come to the diner with her. He loved it though. He would talk to everyone he saw and ask them about their life. The customers loved him. He actually met some of the Ducks this way.

Adam is the youngest of his family. His two siblings are fairly older so I can see Adam having an imaginary friend. He would spend time in his room talking to them and sharing his feelings. His imaginary friend was a hockey player.

Connie has always been smart so she actually has an interesting story. When she was in first grade, she started an illegal card-swapping ring. The school had banned trading cards, but Connie had a system to get them in. She was actually never caught.

Guy was and is very superstitious. It started when he accidentally stepped on a crack on his way home. When he got home his mom was lying down with a sore back. They were unrelated, but Guy continues to avoid cracks and other superstitions.

Julie has always been a tough cookie. She grew up with three older brothers. However, she was no pushover. Actually, by the age of five, she could tackle all of her brothers to the ground and subdue them.

Dean was definitely the Batman kid. He wanted to change his name to Bruce at one point. He would get into literal fistfights to defend Batman. He also wore a Batman mask for most of first grade.

When Averman was 4, he was an avid goosebumps reader. His favorite monster was Slappy. He even went as far as to ask for his own ventriloquist dummy for his birthday. His parents gave him a hockey stick instead.

Russ has always been great with words. When he was younger he would make up stories. He actually conned his way into a birthday party using a story. His brother caught him when he was leaving with a big slice of cake. He wasn't happy.

When Fulton was gifted his first pair of combat boots he wouldn't;t take them off except to shower. He even wore them to bed. This went on for a full year until they started to wear out and he had to get new ones. His mother convinced him the new ones would last longer if he didn't wear them everywhere.

Luis' was obsessed with the Zorro comics as a kid. He was gift them from his dad who collected them when he was younger. He was so impressed by his suave deminer and his sword skills. He won't admit it but it was also kind of a crush. His mom supported it but she drew the line at getting him a sword.

Kenny was a little shit as a kid (like he isn't as a teen..) He actually started school late. At the time he was supposed to enroll, he was being relocated to San Francisco to live with his grandparents. So, since he was in a new place Kenny and he was a little edgelord. Kenny fakes not knowing English for six months of the school year. He only stopped because his grandma received a letter from the principal.

After he met Connie, Jesse took it upon himself to always carry hair ties with him. He didn't really tell anyone that he had them. However, they did find out when Connie's scrunch ripped and Jesse produced a handful of colorful hair ties from his pocket.

Goldberg has never been good with confrontation. It's not because he can't handle it. Even though he really can't. It's more he can't control his laughter when people confront him. He laughs when he gets nervous. So, on more than one occasion he had to outrun some bullies who were pissed he laughed at them. That's also how he ran into the Ducks one day (literally speaking.)

Tammy was an only child for a while before Tommy came along. So she didn't really care for him when he was born. So one day when she and Tommy were being babysat by their aunt, Tammy saw an opportunity. While their aunt was making lunch, Tammy picked up Tommy and carried him outside. She brought some paper and made a sign that said, "Stupid brother, $0.50". Unfortunately, one of the neighbors noticed and called her aunt who came and brought them back inside.

Tommy was the kid who was obsessed with Disney. He actually watched only Disney movies for 2 years. If anyone suggested anything else he had a fit.

Terry has always admired his big brother. So, when he entered preschool he told everyone his name was Jesse. He would tell people all about cool things he had done which were actually things Jesse had done. It only lasted a day because the teacher called Mr. Hall. Unfortunately, Mr. Hall had a hard time explaining to Terry why he couldn't pretend to be Jesse.

Karp only got an A once in school. It was on a math test. However, instead of using the test to learn better ways for him to learn. He attributed the A to his socks. He then wore those socks for 6 months straight until his mom stole them while he was sleeping and burned them.

Peter has always had a smart mouth. He is very blunt and he takes pride in that. However, there is one person he won't mouth off to and that's his grandma. He tried once during Thanksgiving and she snapped back so quick his head spun. She also became his favorite that day.

#anon answered #I love you anon #anon asks #charlie conway #adam banks #jesse hall #guy germaine #fulton reed #les averman #greg goldberg #Peter Mark #Terry Hall #Tommy Duncan #Tammy Duncan #Dave Karp #get a queue #dwayne robertson #russ tyler #luis mendoza #kenny wu #julie gaffney #dean portman #Connie Moreau #I love my hockey idiots #mighty ducks ask

[quincyhorst]

Lance 💝

Shane 👗

Gareth 🖕

...First of all, thank you for sending this ask! 💖 REALLY improved an already stressful day for me ;v;

So, let's start! I'll reply to each emoji as best as I can. ~ Though be careful, it's been quite a long time since I've written in detail about Lance and Gareth's personalities, so there could be something I missed.

Lance: 💝 - A headcanon about their love language

If I had to describe Lance's LL, I think the best type that'd describe him for me (At least from what I have seen) would be Words of Affirmation. I think that if he were to have a crush/be attracted to someone, most of the time he'd have no issue approaching and flirting with them. Plus, he is very open with his thoughts as a whole: If he finds his crush beautiful or with any other quality he's fond of, he WILL say it out at any chance. He also likes doing physical gestures too, although only when things seem to go steady. But nonetheless, if you're dating him expect being hand-kissed at any chance.

A close second for his most common LL would be receiving gifts. Don't mind him, Lance has all the money in the world and wants to spend it on you (Be it flowers or jewelry). In fact, now onto an actual headcanon, it was during the FFI where he bought his first gift with romantic intentions; taking advantage he could finally talk with his crush without any intimidating adults (or little butler) around. He bought her a little KOQ emblem brooch... 🥺

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...Ok, I'll confess that when I first read the ask, I got confused with "Shane", given I had never written such a name before on this blog. But I soon realized it was Shine, so... Here you have. And if it wasn't him, then... Sorry! You can ask for another character in exchange. ;____;

Shine: 👗- A headcanon about their clothes

I'll be brief: Because his parents were constantly always working outside, Shine had barely any time to do clothes-shopping with them at all. So for the most part, his wardrobe is full of loosely picked clothes, leftover ones from his father's younger ages, OR, even some bought without even prior consultation. But being fair, not even he cares much about styles and all. What he values in clothing is actually texture and comfort, SPECIALLY considering his sensory issues.

Even as an adult, when he moved with grandma Sun he only brought with him a very limited number of clothes. Typically you'll see him on his most common look: puffy red jacket and grey baggy trousers. However in this life stage more choices of his do appear, such as him prefering to wear platform sneakers (Who knows why). If he has to buy new clothes, he'd rather go to a thrift store. Not only he likes what they sell, but he's also aware of the darker side of fast fashion and the ecological damage it causes. He is not supporting that industry at all!

...I'm aware that the ask game only said one (1) headcanon, but I'll add something extra here because I actually have a special HC for Shine when it comes to this specific topic:

On Sun's house there's many things she preserves from her past, and that includes clothes. Many decades might have passed, but her sundresses still look beautiful as ever, even to Shine himself. Keep this a secret between us, but when nobody is around he likes to try them out on himself. There isn't much to this at all; it's just simply something he enjoys doing. However, while he doesn't care about imposed genders on clothes, he's aware society still thinks otherwise. So for now, him wearing dresses is only something he'll keep to himself. And he isn't ready to share this with anyone else either :(

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Gareth:🖕 - A headcanon relating to anger

And finally... Remember when I wrote about how Gareth was pretty much forced to repress himself a lot? Yes, that includes many of his own emotions too, including anger; with the excuse that it looks "Impolite" on a butler. So yeah, he could hold the most intense wrath within him, and yet he'd still be forced to keep a numb face. Extremely damaging to his own mental health, unfortunately...

At school things are a bit more relaxed, so Gareth HAS some ways to express his anger if something or somebody is bothering him there. Best example is obviously aganist Lance, specially if he gets annoying with his "Lancelot kills Gareth" all over again. However, it is to clarify that when releasing it all, he'll mostly leash out, never going with any violence. Sucks, because there's many people that Gareth would like to fight, yet is aware of the family's reputation and how any action can ruin it all forever.

At least if you want something sligthly better, Gareth eventually manages to free his anger aganist the man that has forced to repress it. I won't be spoiling it much (?), BUT this is after the FFI, a time period when things around him started to get worse and worse; to a point where he just couldn't bottle it all up anymore.

...Regardless of how that specific scenario ended, it gradually led to a positive impact on his life; specially on his transition to adulthood. Around GO, I think the (former) butler would finally come on terms on his anger. He doesn't repress himself anymore and will express it when needed, but he still prefers to avoid extreme violence… Unless you threaten him or his spy partner, that's for sure.

#hc:ina11 #knights of queen #big waves (ina11) #lance rotten #shine beach #gareth barrett #Sorry if I took a while #August came for me and it shows 😭 #Hope you enjoy it anyway! #I might be busier than before; but if you want to know anything in detail feel free to ask #Also midway editing this Tumblr broke and the text got weird #If you find anything strange please tell me

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Hi there I’m looking for some advice and . Just someone to talk to about my dad. Content warning for… being subjected to an adults anger issues ig?? And physical violence (abuse?) and… sexual??? Something. Something happened

My dad was really nice for a lot of my younger years. I didn’t see him much because he works away most weeks since I was 3 months, but I made do with it. Then we started being a Saturday carer for someone. The entire Saturday was what he wanted. Macdonalds every week, and one set of bowling. I couldn’t refuse the macdonalds. I couldn’t go to the arcade area while the others bowled. But this was ok. It was still time with dad.

Sunday then became a day to visit nana. I love her and I would never change this. Then it also became the day grandma comes for tea. Then Saturday was also a day for grandma to come. Then Friday.

When I was in my young teens, my dad got sick. He had to have a surgery, which removed a gland which is partially responsible for controlling anger. Since then, my dad has been so scary.

He yells so much when things go wrong. He gets angry on the road and I feel like we’re going to crash. He got annoyed I was saying I needed to go to the hospital, that I was *dying* and told me to man up. I ended up hospitalised, on oxygen, drip in my arm giving me the fluids I’d spent days missing out on.

That was the first time I can remember him cancelling a work trip.

I’ve always been a daddy’s kid, because I barely get time with him. And he’s always been a gift parent, because he doesn’t know how to make up for how long he’s away. And he’s too scared to apologise for screaming at me and hurting me. He dislocated my wrist and my shoulder one night. He wanted to take my phone. I was left on my bed feeling violated and scared and in pain and I had to put my joints back in myself. I’m too quiet, he calls me “creeping jesus” and sometimes I’m just trying to get past him and he won’t know I’m there and he’ll whack me as a first response.

One time he sprayed salt water Inbetween my upper thighs, on my… feminine parts. because I wasn’t waking up fast enough. It sure did wake me up.

When he gets annoyed with me I feel so scared, but when he’s happy I feel so loved. Im so confused and scared.

He also just got a new apprentice and shes my age. She travels with him. I’m so jealous. He talks about her a lot. I want to be her so bad. I’d kill to be her. She’s taking my dad away from me. I hate her so much.

Hi anon,

I'm sorry to hear about the way your dad has been mistreating and abusing you. Thank you for sharing your experiences.

It doesn't completely make sense to me that the removal of a gland that "controls anger" is the reason why he mistreats you. Because in my mind, when something that has been partially controlling his anger is removed and as a result he has been tormenting you, that implies that those urges were there this whole time and he was merely holding them back. The process of behavior typically relies on desire, which is filtered before it is acted upon. When you remove that filter, every desire to act becomes action, regardless of what the filter would've stopped. So the removal of the filter isn't to blame so much as the origin of those desires, if that makes sense. So ultimately, I don't think it's his surgery that's to blame, it's himself. I think it's important to hold him accountable for his actions regardless of any medical procedures he's undergone.

There is no excuse for him to neglect getting you medical attention, exhibiting road rage especially with you as a passenger, physically abusing you, or not apologizing to you. That's hurtful and damaging to you and as your father he should recognize that.

I can understand how conflicting it feels to be fond of someone who also hurts and scares you in one moment and is happy the next. It's valid to have mixed feelings about your father. I hope that your dad can either better learn to manage his behavior or that you can reach a safe distance from him. I wish you the best.

If anyone reading this has any additional comments, it would be highly appreciated.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #trauma details #abuse #child abuse

[mtnkat3]

4.44pm unfortunately that's true my loves .. not the kind I wanna have. Ever. Having fun & being boisterous is one thing. But if it needs to be only us..... then I'm fine with that.

& yeah I grew up with the boisterous but also, not that kinda mischief. I'd rather be good, than have been popped by my tiny spitfire grandma[paternal].

Grin. As much as my family loved 'Home Alone'.. it was one movie that my dad just had huge belly laughs!

she didn't because she was in pain from broken vertebrae [2] for a decade. Laughter hurt. my grandma was very frail by then. Doing cpr on et the day after Thanksgiving.. sad.

Just makes me think.. now.. my mom has had 2 successful such surgeries because the time of medical technology.

For me, holidays are knowing that my loved ones are alive, healthy & happy.

I'd rather have Gifts from the heart of God..... than any from the craziness of modern secular holidays. It makes me sick. I'm not grinch. But I have lived with scrooge all this time.

I'd rather wake on such a special day.. looking into your eyes.....& whisper Merry Christmas.. or whatever one it is. I love the holidays.. but doing things, not getting things.

Heck I can remember when my parents were heavily involved with the church deacons & Angel Tree. I didn't know it back then.. but my parents adopted families & did all that kind of stuff at Christmas. So me getting clothes then wasn't such a bad thing. I was sheltered, had food & clothing. I knew my dad's love. And well as much as she could. I spent time with both sides of the family, fell asleep between visitors & knew my Blessings.

For most of the past 2 decades I've spent Christmas cooking, working, or being alone.

Now.. I wanna spend it with you . . . . . However we decide to do so is fine with me.

I'd rather see trees standing.. but I know too that it's the most basic form of heat, fuel, home making.. I just pray they be replenished & shove the humans outta the way.. grin. The encroachment into the forests makes me growl. & around here now I wanna roar all the dang time! In a damn 1970s style inflation & headed toward another bubble burst& the world imploding...& building?! Wtfh! Ggrrr! Just..🤫🙊

Anyways.

I miss you . . . . .

No matter that I am outta the loop... No matter what the shuffling is all about. No matter anything else.....

I love you . . . . .

And I pray to be in an apartment before Christmas. But if that's not God's Plan & I'm required to what the entire time because of the monster. Well.. then I have to.

But I long for the moment I open that door..... that you..... be on the other side..... and life becomes beautiful & blessed beyond measure.

Oh how I want you . . . . .now.

But. Evidently God has other Plans... I am his warrior queen daughter after all. I live almost like a.. warrior nun. Grin. Yep. Inspires.

But also made me think. But. Faith vs religion. I'm all about faith, faithfulness & being a good woman, mate, daughter.

He has Plans for me.

So. I work. I await. Because I believe.

And my love for you . . . . .keeps building & storing up... soft smile. I love you . Kisses.

I wanna kiss you now.....

Oh my loves .....

It is well with my soul.

& keep hearing songs but names jumbled right now.

I love you . . . . . I hope you know & feel this. That your souls have felt my angst & uncertainty because I have missed you.....so badly!

Ok. Better close. I know I know rambling much .. blushing beet red bowing my head. I just.. I love you.....& wanna be with you & not be separated anymore! I need all my puzzle pieces! All!!!!! Kinda sorta pout. Gr. Ok t. Close. Sigh. slump.

I am here.....until I'm in your arms.

Believe. Work. Wait. Then I'll jump you!!!!!

~True love never dies & true love always waits!.~

Your grumbling confused frustrated kat but listening closely carefully quietly daughter.

Your complex quirky warrior queen daughter!

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix. ✝️🌺🐾🐯

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Su.12.4.2022 5.56pm est.

[blacktinnedpeaches]

good afternoon! i am feeling ok, but quite sad still!

thought-probing underneath

i feel like i really have no business feeling sad about this? ben says to stop policing my own feelings lol. i just keep thinking about how good of a time i had w/ my grandparents in my youth, how much fun we had, how that kind of carefree childishness is forever gone - was forever gone anyway, obviously, but his death feels meaningful i guess bc he was really the last aspect of my childhood that still existed. i still think about how crazy it is that he is responsible for half of my career by dint of teaching me chess + encouraging me w/ it. (”career” lol! idk how else to put it tho lol)

i will have to do an overnight stay at the casa de my parents on the 27th, then come home on the 28th. this is, ofc, the day after my birthday so that’s a real winner!! had this conversation w/ my mum:

mummy: Hello. Hope all is well. Aunt Cate is now here and we have sorted out Grandad’s funeral today and his room.  His funeral won’t be a proper funeral at all because all we are going to do is to have immediate family members around the grave and we can all say what we like to remember Grandad if we want to  or not. So the guest list is me, your father, Maddy, you and Ben, Aunt Cate, Malcolm and Lucy. That’s it. Incredibly simple and that’s all. It would be lovely to have you there. me: I will come if you want me to - I'm not overly concerned about the funeral for me (I didn't go to grandma's either and I don't regret it) but I will come to see you all and have some family time of course. What's the date? May need to sort something out with ben / daddy picking me up halfway

mummy: That would be great. Xxx we don’t have a date yet but probably the 28/29/30 August. We are all thinking about your birthday gift as well pup so don’t worry your birthday is in our minds too. Much love from your mother xxx. No one will find it easy but important to do we think.

so that is kind of her tbh. i think it will be dreadful and truly not important for me, in that i don’t find anything healing in group mourning really, but i definitely think it would be damaging to my r/ships with the rst of the family if i didn’t go, and i don’t want that, so i do think it’s important to go for that reason, if nothing else. ben can come if it’s on the 28th but anything after that is the first few days he’s back at work after holiday so obviously he cant come then lol

in a full pivot: my new alpaca arrived and it is lovely :D

also ben, being annoying:

i mean he is right but i htae for him, a man, to be right

[monkeybell]

Third person POV

“Daddy, papa,” Shota is awoken by a voice and repeated poking on his face. He opens his overworked eyes to see his daughter, dressed in her Christmas onesie that makes theirs and holding a wrapped gift. “Want stuff now.” With that, she leaves the bedroom

“Hey,” Now it’s Shota’s turn to poke someone, his boyfriend, Hizashi. “Get up. If I have to get up, then you have to as well.” Both guys exit their bedroom, finding all of the staff members already awake along with Eri and Hakuya who are scoping out the present hoard

“Morning you two! Happy Christmas!” Principal Nezu greets the pair

“Happy Christmas everybody!” Hizashi is already cheerful and wide awake

“About time you guys got up. They were tired of waiting. We let them go through their stockings already” Nemuri said, referring to the two kids. “Daddy, papa, look! Ruby dog!” Hakuya holds up her shiny new toothbrush featuring the character from her show

“What an awesome toothbrush! Santa did a good job picking out the perfect one for you.” Hizashi grinned

“You two can open your presents first. The ones with pink wrapping and bows are for Eri, Purple wrapping and bows are for Hakuya.”

“Pink? Does that mean that bear is for me?” Eri asked with surprise, staring at the jumbo bear plushie in the corner. “Yes. Santa brought it for you” Shota answered. “So I really did get presents after all?” The poor girl is happy but confused by the generosity, having never experienced it before

“Eri, these for you. Open first” Hakuya wants Eri to go first

“More? O-ok! This is exciting” Eri starts off timidly opening the gifts but after time, goes fast from anticipation. Her gifts consist of Barbie’s dream house, 4 Barbie dolls and 1 Ken, Barbie van and Barbie plane

“This one looks like Lemillion and this one looks like Uravity!” Eri marvels at two dolls in particular that look like people she knows

“Hakuya, didn’t you tell me you had something for Eri last night?” Hizashi reminds Hakuya. She nods and grabs a festival baggy, handing it to her and saying “This for you from me and Spike.” Eri puts one hand into the bag and pulls out a light blue unicorn plushie

“It’s you! Got horn too.” The toddler points at the Unicorn’s horn and then Eri’s

“Wow! It is like me! Thank you!” Eri smiles widely. “Open yours now. Then we can play!” Eri suggests. “Ok!” Hakuya gets a Ruby dog playhouse, items and characters for the house, a stuffed animal of her favorite character from the show, Indigo and a tricycle

With the help of Uncle Power Loader, their playhouses are built and the two begin playing with their toys, coming up with a strange but fun story line involving heroes and furniture coming to life.

“Look at how happy they are. Warms your heart, doesn’t it?” All might chuckled

“I’m glad Eri is able to be a normal child now and experience love and joy in a safe environment. And she’s remaining positive about training her quirk thanks to Midoriya.” Shota can’t help but smile watching how happy she is

“It’s good for Hakuya too. She adores Eri and I think it does her good having someone close to her age around the place” Nemuri adds. Shota’s phone goes off and he reads the message. “Oh crap. I forgot Raimu’s parents were coming to pick up Hakuya for their Christmas stuff” Shota sighs and stands

“Sorry girls, you’re going to have to resume playing later. Grandpa and Grandma are here to pick you up, Hakuya. Why don’t you say goodbye to everyone while I go get your stuff?”

“Oh.. ok. Bye Eri. You can still play with my toys! Say bye, Spike!” Hakuya makes her stuffed bunny wave to the toys and Eri

“That’s ok, I don’t want to play without you. I’ll wait until you come back. It’s more fun with you anyway. Thank you for my gift again. I think I’ll call her.. Anna Apple!”

“Girls, look! It’s snowing!” They all turn to the windows and see snow falling from the sky. A beautiful way to wake up on Christmas morning

#my hero academia #boko no hero academia #erasermic #eri mha #eraserhead #dadzawa #dad mic #christmas #one shot #christmas oneshot

[a-sentient-horax]

December 18, 2023

This his been a crazy holiday season. We have had so much family down it is ridiculous. Both my parents, 3/4 of my siblings, my uncle-who is back in town again this week, my boyfriends mom, his sister, my friends, his friends. I am very grateful to be seeing everyone and also I'm starting to get worn out. I have to do this all while trying to make sure the puppy doesn't hurt himself (his favorite things are to chew on wires, eat things he shouldn't and to squeeze into tight places). Also, of course, I put off Christmas shopping to the last minute. So yesterday I had my boyfriend watch the dog while I did shopping all day. I am worried that he was a little pissed off because he couldn't really get any work done while the dog was around, and I was off spending a bunch of money. On the other hand, I think he really relished being able to be at home, alone with the dog and just relaxing a little bit. At least, I hope he enjoyed it. It's just a busy season. We are going up to his folks for Christmas as well. Which means this week we are having my uncle over for dinner, I'm having two friends over, AND I have to take the puppy in for his first round of vaccinations on Thursday. He is getting his first of three shots for parvo and distemper, and then his bordatella shot. I know later I'll have to get him a lepto shot as well, but I think it's sort of strange that no one has mentioned the rabies vaccination to me. Maybe he is like, way too young (he will be 8 weeks on Thursday) and so it just isn't worth talking about until he gets a little older. He's gonna be so mad at me when we go to the vet for shots lol he is not going to forgive me.

Speaking of Christmas gifts I still haven't got my boyfriend anything. I just have no idea what to get him. There are some sweaters he sent me so I will order those, also there's a book I think he would like and a desk calendar he specifically asked for. I might get him a really nice wallet too because he's been complaining about needing a new wallet. But idk I feel bad. Here's the thing right, how the hell do you compete with a PUPPY for Christmas? He wins lol, he definitely got me the better gift this year. I feel like sweaters and a book can't even come close. Maybe I will find some comics he doesn't have-oh that's the other problem. The puppy is too young to be left alone, so I have to wait until my boyfriend gets home from work to do anything. This is actually fine and preferable to me since I normally don't want to go anywhere or do anything. BUT I have Christmas shopping to do!

I am getting reasonably close to done tho. I wrapped all of my siblings and my moms gifts, I just need to put them in the mail. I need to wrap my dads gift and mail that. Then I need to run to get a giftcard for my grandpa, mail that, and but my grandma's stuff in the mail. oh shit and I have to send my uncle something too, and my cousin, shit ok. Maybe I have a lot left to do. But I am making progress!

#journal

[nichelleyoung]

Text/Call | Nichelle + her parents

Nichelle: I wanted to share this news with you both before you could end up finding out from anyone else. Mom: What is it? Dad: Is everything ok? Nichelle: Other than the fact that I feel like sleeping all the time and am lowkey nauseous some of the time, yes. Nichelle: [sends ultrasound pic from last dr appt] Mom: [calls immediately] Nichelle: Hey. Mom: NICHELLE. AMANI. YOUNG, ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?! Nichelle: Well actually, Mom, it's Nichelle Amani Rodriguez now but-- Mom: [sucks on teeth] Little girl! Dad: [laughs in the background] I can't believe it, Chelly. So we're getting another grandbaby? Nichelle: [chuckles] Yup. Sometime in February. Dad: Wow, that soon, huh? Mom: Wait, February? So that mans you and Surge have known about this for a while. Why are we just now finding out? Nichelle: Because we weren't ready to tell anybody yet. Hell, you should've seen me at Thanksgiving with his family. I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if Sofia's figured it out with me wearing the baggiest sweater I own while trying /not/ to look like I was fighting morning sickness. Dad: [chuckles again] Well congratulations, baby girl. How are you doing now? Nichelle: Right now I'm okay. Just tired but that's my norm these days. Mom: Are you and Surge planning to find out what you're having? Is my little sweet pea Pilar excited? Nichelle: Yes, my appointment was today and we did a blood test to find out. That way we don't have to /hope/ that the baby's in the right position during the ultrasound for us to find out. We're going overseas for a wedding next week, so we should have the results by then. And Mom, Pilar's very excited about becoming a big sister. I think her hype has ramped up now that I'm showing. Mom: Well of course! [laughs a little] She is going to be a great big sister. And don't be surprised if you and Surge start getting deliveries to your home soon. I've gotten started on my Christmas shopping and I'm having a few things sent directly to you guys. Dad: [scoffs] A few, Rhonda? Nichelle, your mother is the epitome of a grandma who loves to spoil her grandchild. And now that another grandbaby's on the way? You and Surge better set one of those bedrooms aside for her 'few things' she's sending. Mom: Hush, nobody asked for your commentary. Nichelle: [sighs] Mom, just remember that we do have to be able to put whatever you ordered somewhere here at the house, okay? Mom: Sweetheart, don't listen to your father. He's exaggerating. Like I said, I'm just having a few things sent and trust me, nothing's too much for my sweet pea, or her little brother or sister. Nichelle: [smiles a bit] Thanks, Mom. I'm gonna get going. I've got a couple of shoots tomorrow and the first one is early. Dad: Alright, you take care of yourself, Chelly. Mom: That's right, sweetheart. And hey, did you tell your sister the news? Nichelle: Nope. She's not talking to me still and I'm done trying to reach out to her. If she wants to be involved in my life--which includes Surge, Pilar and this baby--then she's gonna have to stop chewing on her bitter stick and talk to me. Dad: That's fair. I know you've tried, and I know your sister can be stubborn, especially when she feels wronged. Mom: I'm glad you told us, Nichi. Take care of yourself and as you know, you call or text us if you need anything. Nichelle: I will. Love you two. Dad: we love you too. And hey, I'm serious about designating a room for all those gifts-- Mom: Eddie, if you don't hush! Nichelle: [laughs] Bye, guys.

#Young family text

[phoenixmosheh]

6/20/23

Quick Teaching Point for the Basic Betch & her Basic Groupies and fans...

Hi. I am doing great I know you all care. The guy I was staying with tried to sleep with me and when I rolled over on his comfortable sofa bed and pretended to fall asleep...he began to cry like a little weak a$$ baby thinking I was asleep (wow). My unborn children have more game than this pu$$y. However, he did start withholding: no more random gifts you ungrateful betch or outings or groceries. (This is a great example of people doing kind things to look good for clout aka their own benefit and masking it with selfish desire)

But thats OK... because the security gaurd friend of his came over and asked what kind of groceries I wanted... so I have texted her my grocery list. Basic betch...you don't gotta do anything you don't want to do boo...you might not keep getting all the finest things in life... but you'll survive pu$$y intact.

(If you are one of those people who are going to click the play button below and say things like "nobody gives a f*ck betch"...try and remember nobody told you to click play ...you did it yourself idiot).

(Don't get it twisted people...I support walking away and cutting off people and d*cks and whatever needs to be axed...but I also believe in proper investigation and a fair and speedy trial before cutting people off...because then I can say I did my very best and don't feel bad when I choose not to go back to toxic people)

(Elias now that you know you have a natural contraceptive d*ck and can't get these garden hoes pregnant...don't give me a reason to think you are actually a dumbass & have bad taste without being under a love spell...its a quick Ciao for me,pregnant or not. On the contrary, let another one of these hoes try you...I'm going to beat that a$$ pregnant or not (baby gonna come out all frazzled and yet still smarter than these chemically imbalanced test tube babies).

https://youtu.be/uxfKH7yc9ZM - Sagittarius Women

Back to Elias corrupt Adoptive Stepmother who never thought she was going to get exposed within this blog...

(uhm ... you do realize in order to be tied to a bloodline you have to be born into one biologically/ or spiritually OR at least share a child with someone right? Don't be ghetto betch.... killing someone's parents and then taking their baby (Elias) and doing spell work on him all his life so that his money connected to his bloodline would never leave doesn't count. I also don't understand how you can be racist against people of different complexions. I have seen your pictures and no offense, but my biological mother is a couple shades lighter than you and no offense but if you're trying to avoid being a minority your features would give you away. If you are going to be a racist to others...make sure to be all the way racist you're confusing yourself and others. As for Elias...I know I know...spell work was involved but...I've had some racist family members as well who didn't want me bringing men home that were your complexion...I brought them home anyway and my family would call me a traitor, but I didn't care. Do you have to kiss this person and deal with their bullsh*t grandma? No! I'm bringing home the whole rainbow, until I find "the one." Thank you very much now pass the tabbouleh.

Intro to finding out Elias' Mother was the Ringleader of this plan and partnered with one of his toxic Masonic ex-girlfriends to obtain his inheritance from his real parents.

Elias, I didn't finish this video its longggg... but per God there is something significant about what is being said. From what has been explained to me your adoptive mother had a stillbirth but was a relative to your biological mother. Does your adoptive mom have any dead sisters, that you have never met or heard of? God wants you to solve this. Did your grandmother ever mention a daughter she lost?

...I know some ignorant arse racist is going to have some kind of whack a$$ Commet like "brown and black is not a part of the rainbow colors"... there is this thing called primary colors you learn about before year 1 of your education. There are children under the age of 2 who know when you mix these primary colors of the rainbow you get brown and black babies idiot. (Blue or indigo if you've never heard of people who have deeply melanated skin...referred to as blue black that's also a thing...get out and travel more and you won't be so closed-minded & useless!) There are actually apes smarter than people who are racist...some people just can't be taught. Smh. In fact, just give me the ape at this point, sh*t, someone with enough brain cells who can utilize the critical thinking part of the brain. Keep mixing colors of the rainbow fellas, you'll get black eventually. And a sticker saying "congratulations, you did it." (Fruit Loop that betch).

And lastly basic betch, you can't have any of my energy... my babies feed off of it and I don't want to look like Bella from twilight when she's giving birth to Renesmee because your leech a$$ can't figure out your own identity. (OH sh*t here come the witches gathering on a full moon "make her look like Bella, Make her look like Bella" keep playing with me you all are going to look like Bella....)

6/30/23 update for Elias...

You need to learn how to control your anger per Raphael. Also, I was told to tell you at least 7 or more. And yes, you will have a daughter she's going to follow you everywhere and be way more interested in learning about your skillsets than mine...I'm jealous.

Elias, a month ago I bought a new bikini, a size bigger than usual on purpose... so that I could watch my booty miracle grow into it...lol. today it fit (quite snug actually). My hair is also growing again I hope you like to pull hair 😘...OK I'm done talking don't want people in bikinis to start falling out left and right. I also got you a gift ❤️ don't worry... I didn't put a spell on it and it's not me. I am way more thoughtful than that.

Uhm Basic Betch... I was sent word that you don't appreciate my gift in which you asked for...You wanted to be me right?

Is your hair falling out? Did those fibroid tumors make an appearance yet (a result of casting miscarriage spells) yikes.? Did that poison from your fake tatas seep into your bloodstream yet? Be careful of the heatwave going on outside odds are you don't have a car anymore...and whatever you do don't try that street drug Tranq woman to woman its not a good look...I would say you would heal overtime from these things... but I put a cap on my energy soooo ...probably not. (I'm still waiting on a thank you for letting me borrow your energy...not people allow others to be them) Have fun! Anybody else want to be me?

6/20/23

Teaching Point # 2: Intuitive Art Predictions

I kept coming across this NASA article on my phone. " 7 US Companies Collaborate with NASA"... first time I overlooked it. The second time I fell asleep reading it and the third time I dropped my phone and there the article was again. It clearly wasn't clicking because I'm honestly not all that interested in investments that require human beings to take me to another planet for survival... when they can't even fix the planet they are on (Earth) that yields all that is necessary to survive such as oxygen for starters. But hey...these people have been to the most prestigious schools so don't listen to me.

Anyway...I remembered the guy that was housing me showed me a drawing he made inspired by this guy at a Boba Tea shop he frequented who always had on a NASA t-shirt.

So I read the article and it led me here:

The guy told me it's a Boba pearl but I think it's an Orb (bomb) and they are using the moon to practice on before they start releasing them into Earth's low-orbit. I could just be paranoid and a skeptic like many are about Jesus Christ.

#Youtube