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in the library / logicality

for those of you who don’t know, i’m in a master’s degree program studying to become a librarian right now. so, yeah, i spend (or, you know, spent, before coronavirus) a lot of time working in public libraries and learning about libraries and studying.

so, here, a logicality human au. Patton is a Children’s Librarian and Logan brings his two sons, Roman and Remus, into the library. wanna know more about librarianship and how it’s actually a really hard thing to do? i’m always happy to answer questions. i am so Patton here.

includes: dad!Logan, eventual logicality, adopted kid!Remus and kid!Roman trying to get the two together, lots of fluff so please prepare your hearts

wordcount: 5133

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Patton looked down cheerfully at the child he was helping. His biggest joy in life came from helping young kiddos find their perfect book; whether it’s because they’ve read all of the popular stuff and need something new or if they are reluctant readers who need something to pull them in to reading as a hobby, Mister Patton always has something for them. And when he wasn’t doing reader’s advisory, he was trying his darndest to diversify their collection, run storytimes for the littles, and set up a book club for those almost-teens. Sure, most days he went home completely exhausted, feet aching in his sneakers, a dull headache poking at the back of his eyes, but it was all worth it. Even on the days that he had to deal with parents who tried to force their kids to read their childhood favorites or parents who complained about Patton’s Pride Month book display (which he was very proud of) didn’t deter him from doing what he loved.

He never turned away a question or passed it along to a coworker. Sometimes he would ask for recommendations from his fellow librarians but for the most part, Patton stuck to his guns and did his best for every single patron that came in, regardless of what they wanted.

One afternoon, a tall man with glasses and a dark blue tie came in with his twin sons, one dressed in red and the other in green. Patton gave them a warm smile.

“Hello there! Is there anything I can help you find today?” He asked cheerfully, looking between the three. The boy in red spoke up first.

“Do you have any new fantasy books that have dragons and princes?” He asked excitedly. The boy in green rolled his eyes, and the dad set a hand on his shoulder.

“Roman doesn’t judge you for what you like to read, Remus, don’t judge him,” He said. Patton stood up from his seat behind the desk.

“Have you checked out our new books display?” He asked, walking the three over. “These three books right here are some incredible new fantasy books, perfect for kids your age who love knights and dragons. I’d take them all, give them a try. Always read the first few pages and if you can’t get into it, set it down and try something else. It’s never good to force yourself to read something you don’t want to, unless it’s for a school assignment,” Patton explained. Roman smiled brightly, taking the three books in his hands, turning towards his dad.

“Thanks!! Dad, can I go sit on a chair and start reading?” The man nodded and Roman leapt towards some of the reading chairs. Patton turned his gaze to the boy named Remus.

“Alright, and what are you looking for, kiddo?” He asked, smiling. Remus frowned, crossing his arms.

“Got any horror comics?” He asked. His dad sighed, but gave a nod to Patton, who led the two over to the graphic novel collection. He selected a few of the best comics for his age, and suggested some other ones. Remus went over to sit and read, and the dad smiled weakly.

“Thank you, er-”

“Patton,” He smiled, holding out his hand. The man took it and shook it once, the firm grip startling the librarian. “Or Mister Patton, whatever you’d prefer.”

“Logan,” was all that the tall man said, glancing over at his sons. “They’ve needed a distraction lately. I just adopted them. They’ve had a rough time at school, Remus especially. He can be… eccentric.”

“They seem like good kids. Probably a sign of their good father,” Patton said cheerfully. “They might be interested in our Dungeons and Dragons group, our writing club, or our book club. It could be a good way to help them meet kids who have similar interests.” Logan nodded, looking down. Patton started walking back to the desk. “Here, I’ve got a flyer with all of our kid and teen activities coming up for the next month. If you have any questions, my email address is on the bottom of the flyer.” Logan took it, smiling lightly.

“Thank you, I’ll see if they’re interested.”

“Alright, let’s pause the campaign there for now, kiddos,” Patton smiled, closing his DM notebook. “We’ll meet again next week to finish it off.” A chorus of thanks Mister Patton rang out throughout the meeting room as most of the kids left to go home. Patton glanced nervously at Remus and Roman, who left together but were chatting with a few other kids. He cleaned up the space and exited the room to see Logan standing there, waiting for his sons to finish chatting with their new friends. He had a faint smile on his face. Patton held the notebook and tote bag with his materials close to him and approached the man.

“They seem to be… doing well, now,” Logan mused, eyes focused on the twins. Both were talking animatedly, smiles on their faces. “Programs like this… it’s amazing.”

“Yeah,” Patton sighed happily. “That’s why I push so hard to have programs for the kiddos. Everyone needs a place to belong, even two kiddos who share the same face and DNA. And who have a pretty neat dad.”

“You put a lot of effort into these things, it’s amazing. So many kids show up and are interested in all of the programs you do, I don’t think it’s just that they need a space to fit into, but I think, in large part, it’s because you provide them with a welcoming space,” Logan watched as Remus walked over to the two. “You have a good time?”

“Yeah,” Was all that the boy said, watching his brother. “Can we go now?”

“Sure thing, go get your brother.”

Patton was walking the aisles of the grocery store, handbasket in tow, trying to figure out what he would make himself for dinner. He didn’t always love living on his own, especially when it meant lots of silent nights in front of the television, but at least he didn’t have to argue with anyone about what to eat.

“Mister Patton!” A voice rang out behind him. Patton spun around on his heel to see Roman dashing toward him, Remus pushing a cart and Logan not far behind. The dad waved a hand in greeting. “Mister Patton, are you shopping for your family’s dinner, too?”

“Oh, um,” Patton smiled weakly. “I don’t have a family, Roman. It’s just me. I’m doing my shopping for the week’s dinners.” Remus approached him, peering into the handbasket.

“Lots of microwavable meals in there,” He pointed out. Patton stammered, his face turning red. Logan sighed, adjusting his glasses as he turned to examine the poultry.

“M-Mostly for my lunches,” He explained. “Don’t worry, kiddos, I get my nutrients all good and well.” Remus raised an eyebrow. Roman looked to be deep in thought.

“You should have dinner with us, Mister Patton!” Roman finally exclaimed, then he ran over to Logan. “Dad, can we invite him over for dinner? Please?” Patton was at a loss for words.

“I don’t want to impose, really, I’m okay with making myself dinner,” He tried to make his voice as clear as possible but it wasn’t every day that he got invited to have dinner with someone other than his television. Logan sighed, nodded, and Roman bounded back over to Patton.

“Please, Mister Patton?” His eyes twinkled, and Patton’s heart gave a gentle tug. Kids asking him things with eyes like that was his biggest weakness, he could never turn down a kid with a soft voice and hopeful eyes. “We’re making roast chicken and veggies, and I’m going to try to make some cupcakes!”

“Thank you, Roman,” Patton smiled, “I’d love to join you, if it’s not too much of an issue.” He glanced over at Logan, who was setting some chicken in the cart.

“It’s no imposition. You’ve done great things for my sons thus far, and… cooking is sort of our way of thanking you, I suppose,” the tall man responded. Remus took a pen out of his pocket, grabbed Patton’s hand, and scribbled down their address and a phone number onto his palm.

“Here, now you’ll know where to go,” He said, tucking the pen back into his pocket. Patton smiled down at him, then at the writing on his hand. “I wrote my dad’s phone number, too. Just in case.”

“I’ll get it!” Roman exclaimed, running to the front door to open it. Patton stood there, changed out of the clothes he was wearing earlier and holding a gift bag. “Hi, Mister Patton!”

“Hi, Roman,” Patton smiled kindly, stepping inside. “Thank you for inviting me for dinner.” Remus came around the corner and hesitated, then waved at Patton. “Hi, Remus.”

“Hi,” He said before he walked into the kitchen. Patton followed Roman into the kitchen as well, and saw Logan chopping up some vegetables. Remus hopped up to sit on one of the empty counters. “Roman, what kind of cupcakes are they?”

“Lemon cupcakes, and I still need to make the raspberry frosting,” Roman responded, opening the fridge to take out some raspberry jam, butter, and milk. Patton set the gift bag on the table, watching the interactions in the kitchen quietly. “Mister Patton, do you like lemon and raspberry?” He went to the pantry to get the powdered sugar sugar and vanilla.

“Oh, yes, I do,” Patton responded. “Do you often bake cupcakes, Roman?”

“Not always cupcakes. I want to bake more. I like making cookies the most, I think, but last weekend I made a coffee cake for breakfast and it was really good,” Roman mused, starting to put the ingredients in a bowl to make the frosting. Logan put the veggies on a pan and put the pan into the oven, then turned around to look at the boys.

“It was a really good coffee cake,” Logan said, leaning against the counter. Patton glanced at the fridge, noticing all of the photos that had been put on it, the magnets around. He noticed a photo of the twins with a mom and a dad, but next to it was a photo of the twins with Logan, all three of them in suits, and a sign that said Adopted Today! held in front of them. Patton tore his eyes away from the photos and turned to Logan.

“I brought a small gift, as a thank-you for letting me join you,” He said, gesturing towards the gift bag. Logan raised an eyebrow and picked up the bag, opening it. He pulled the bottle of wine out. “I don’t know if you’re much of a wine-drinker, but it’s a pretty good bottle.”

“I do, actually. I’ll pour some for us to have with dinner.” Logan asked. He turned around and opened one of the cabinets, pulling two wine glasses out.

“These cupcakes are so delicious, Roman, I could have three more,” Patton said, licking the frosting off of his lips. “You really are an excellent baker.”

“Thanks, Mister Patton,” Roman smiled, a pink blush coating his cheeks. “Dad, we should make sure to send him home with some leftovers!” Logan nodded, taking another bite of his cupcake.

“Alright, it’s getting late, you two should both go finish up any homework and then go to bed,” He said, earning a groan from both of the twins. “No grumbling, boys.”

“But we have a guest,” Remus muttered, wiping the excess frosting off of his chin. “Can’t we stay up a little longer?”

“Now, kiddos, your dad is right. Homework is very important, and you can’t do well in school without a good night’s rest. I’ll be in the library tomorrow if you want to say hello,” Patton smiled. The boys both nodded, and Roman stood up, dashing up the stairs. Remus got up slower, hesitating, then he gave Patton a hug before running up after his twin.

“They seem to have taken quite a liking to you,” Logan mused, standing up and beginning to clear some of the plates. “Remus never hugs anyone, not even his friends.” Patton also stood, grabbing the plate with cupcakes. The two went into the kitchen and quietly put the food away, and Patton watched as Logan loaded the dishwasher.

“Can I ask… what happened to their parents?” Patton’s voice was hesitant, but Logan turned around, a firm look on his face.

“They were my students last year. Smart, good kids… and then their parents died in a car accident on the way to the school play.” Logan sighed, eyes trailing to the photo on the fridge. “They didn’t have any other family, no aunts or uncles, no grandparents, no close friends who could take them. I started fostering them, and after only a few days I put in the request to adopt them. And, a few weeks ago, they legally became my sons.”

“You’re a very kind person for doing that,” Patton said, wiping a tear from his eyes. “And… you don’t have a partner. You’re doing it all on your own.”

“The boys make it easy to love them and care for them,” Logan smiled. “When I found out they were going to be sent away, I just… something in me screamed no, you have to take them in, and so I did.” He crossed his arms, watching Patton carefully. “Remus was hesitant, at first, as expected. He didn’t have many friends before the accident, and after… a lot of the other kids avoided the two of them. They really only had each other.”

“And you,” Patton pointed out. “They’re very lucky to have someone who cares for them so deeply, Logan. My mom raised me on her own, and when I was 18 she passed away. I didn’t have anyone. You gave these boys a second chance, you know.”

“Is that why you went into children’s librarianship?” Logan asked. He sat down at the table and Patton sat next to him.

“I went into it because books were my saving grace as a kid. I didn’t have a lot of friends, but the characters in books… they were there for me,” Patton twisted his fingers together. “The librarians who helped me find those books quite literally saved my life. And I figured that there are kids now who need that same thing, and that I want to be that person for them.”

“That’s why I became a teacher,” Logan was still watching Patton’s face very carefully. Patton reached his hand out and took Logan’s in his. “Despite all of the things about teaching that are hard, helping kids figure out their passions and seeing them grow into awesome humans… it’s all worth it.” He squeezed Patton’s hand.

Outside the kitchen, Remus and Roman were in their pajamas, peeking in. They shared a glance and went back upstairs quietly and into Roman’s room. Roman sat on the bed and Remus on the floor.

“You think Dad likes Mister Patton?” Remus asked hesitantly. Roman nodded.

“I like him a lot, Re. Maybe… maybe he could be our other new dad.” Roman pulled a notebook out from under his bed along with a pen, and opened it. “We should figure out ways to get them together.”

“...what if Mister Patton doesn’t like Dad back? Or… what if he doesn’t want us around?” Remus’ voice was wavering. Roman shook his head.

“I think they like each other. Or… they will, once we push them together.”

“Okay, so here’s the plan for today. You’re going to leave your bag behind after the book club meeting, so that Mister Patton has to call Dad,” Roman and Remus were huddled together outside the meeting room. Roman’s notebook was open and in their hands, a complicated timeline plotted out. “When he drops off the backpack, we’ll invite him to join us for dinner. Get them to drink some wine, maybe try to encourage a movie night…”

“This seems kind of obvious and cliche, Ro,” Remus muttered, crossing his arms. “What if we invite Mister Patton to join us for our Sunday morning hike? Or… lock them in a closet together?”

“I like the hike idea, maybe we can suggest that at dinner,” Roman said, scribbling it into his notebook. “We should start slow and simple, and then work our way up to the more intense, more thorough methods.”

“What if the simple methods work really well, though? I want my ideas used, too,” Remus pouted, watching as the other kids filed into the meeting room. Patton approached the room, books and materials in tow.

“Hey, it’s my two favorite twins!” He said cheerfully. “How are you boys doing today?” He stepped into the meeting room, the twins following close behind. The room slowly filled up, the meeting began, and at the end of the meeting, Remus “forgot” his bag.

Logan was startled to feel his phone buzz in his pocket. He was making dinner, some baked potato soup. He pulled the phone out of his pocket to see an unknown number calling, but he picked up anyway. “This is Logan Crofters, how can I help you?”

“Hey, Logan! It’s Patton Hart from the library. It seems like Remus left his bag at the end of book club today,” The voice rang clearly from the other side. Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Okay, I can come by to pick it up from the library later–”

“Oh, well we’ve already closed for the day, but I have the bag and I can drop it off at your house if it’s not an issue,” Patton responded. “It’s no problem, really, your house is on my route home.”

“If it’s not too much of a problem, then yeah, that would be really great, thank you,” Logan eyed the twins carefully as they stepped into the living room. “Thank you again.”

“See you soon!” Patton hung up the call, and Logan stuffed his phone back into the pocket of his jeans. He crossed his arms, giving a firm look to the boys.

“What was that all about, Dad?” Roman asked, an innocent twinkle in his eyes. Remus sat down at the table, head down.

“It was Mister Patton. Apparently, Remus left his bag in the meeting room after book club today,” Logan said. He turned to stir the soup. “You’re not usually one to forget things, Remus. Is everything alright?”

“I must have just been… distracted. By our new friends,” Remus said, voice low. Logan raised an eyebrow at him, and he looked down.

“Right. Well, he’s going to come by and drop off the bag, so when there’s a knock at the door, you need to be sure to apologize to him for going out of his way to bring it,” Logan instructed. Roman hopped up on one of the counters.

“Can we invite him inside for dinner again?” He asked, twirling a strand of his hair between his fingers. “It’s been a few weeks since he joined us that one time.” Logan sighed again, but nodded.

“Only if he agrees, don’t beg him to join us this time, okay? He does have his own life,” Logan reminded him.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door, and the twins went to go and answer it. Roman smiled cheerfully at Patton, who was holding Remus’ bag carefully. “Hey, kiddos. Here you go, Remus.” Remus took the bag gently.

“Thanks, Mister Patton. Sorry that you had to come out of your way to bring it to me,” He said, head down. Patton just smiled.

“It’s no problem at all,” He said. Roman noticed that the librarian peered a little bit around the two, and he wondered if he was looking for Logan. “Well, I should get going. Tell your dad hi for me, okay?”

“You don’t want to come in to say hi? Or you could join us for dinner, we’re making baked potato soup for dinner, and there are some brownies that I made last night,” Roman started, but Patton waved his hands in denial.

“No, really, it’s okay kiddos, I have to work tomorrow and today was kind of a long day,” He smiled still, glancing down for half a second. Logan stepped out of the kitchen just as he was looking back up, and the librarian gulped. Logan’s tie was loose around his neck and the sleeves of his dress shirt were pushed up. His glasses sat on the top of his head.

“Boys, I told you to not beg him to stay if he didn’t want to,” Logan reprimanded them, then turned to look at Patton. “Sorry, Patton.”

“I-um, well… I suppose I could stay for a bit…” Patton’s face reddened and he looked down. “I was just going to have my lunch leftovers for dinner, anyways.” The twins shared a knowing glance.

“But you just said you had a long day and have to work tomorrow,” Remus muttered, raising an eyebrow. Patton stammered, his words not coming out clearly.

“Well, come on in, Mister Patton!” Roman said cheerfully, stepping aside to allow the librarian to enter. They all went into the kitchen, and the boys each hopped up on the counter spaces, raising eyebrows. “So, you work on Saturdays, Mister Patton? What about Sundays?”

“The library is closed on Sundays, so that’s the day I usually get things done around my apartment, run errands, and the like. I don’t usually work on Saturdays, but we have an event tomorrow,” Patton explained, taking a seat at the table.

“You should join us on our Sunday morning hike! We hike every week, and it’s really nice,” Roman suggested. Logan turned away, tending to the soup again, making Remus raise an eyebrow. “Do you like hiking?”

“Oh gosh, I haven’t had the time to go on a hike… in a really long time,” Patton mused, resting his chin on his hand, his elbow sturdy on the table. “I used to hike a lot in my college days, but it’s not as fun on your own.”

“Then you should definitely join us,” Remus piped up from his spot on the counter. “It’s such a beautiful hike. We all leave our phones at home and just talk and look at nature. It’s pretty great, right Dad?”

“It is a really great hike,” Logan replied. “Soup’s done. Remus, would you get me some bowls, please?” Remus did so, settling the bowls down next to the stove. Logan began ladling the soup into each bowl, handing them to Remus to set on the table.

“Yeah, I’d love to join you, then.”

“Alright, here we are,” Logan said, turning off the car. The twins scrambled out of the backseat and outside, and Patton got out from the passenger’s seat, putting his sun hat on. Logan got out of the driver’s seat and locked the car, watching as the twins ran to start the hike. The two men followed close behind.

“It’s beautiful out here,” Patton said quietly, looking around, a smile on his face. Logan watched him carefully, the smell of sunscreen emanating from the librarian, his polo and shorts flowing gently in the wind.

“Yeah…” Logan mused, turning his direction back to the twins. “Don’t go too far ahead, boys!” Roman continued walking but turned around, giving two thumbs up. Patton giggled a little bit, startling the teacher.

“They’re quite energetic kiddos,” He said, meeting Logan’s eyes. “But they’re really great.” Logan nodded but said nothing as they continued walking up the hill. Up ahead, the twins were nudging each other, kicking rocks, and laughing, and Logan smiled.

“Sometimes I wonder if I’m enough for them. Maybe they need more than just me.” Patton wrinkled his nose at this.

“Why wouldn’t you be enough for them? You’re such a great father, and it shows,” Patton said, twisting his hands together. “Sure, they had two parents before, but not every kid needs two parents. I had a single mom, and I turned out okay.”

“More than just okay,” Logan said under his breath, so that Patton couldn’t hear him. “I don’t know, it’s just… they’re very touchy, and I’m… not. They want to hug and snuggle, and I can’t provide that for them, at least not in a way where I’m also comfortable.” Patton looked over at Logan, who was wearing his button-up with the sleeves rolled up and workout pants, his eyes focused, facing forward, and he gulped a little. Logan also had a backpack with snacks, water, and a first aid kit, just in case.

“I think that they can understand that,” Patton responded, finally turning his gaze back to the path in front of them. Remus was giving Roman a piggyback ride up the hill, and the two men could hear the boys pretending to be a knight and a horse in battle. “They have each other to snuggle with, at least.”

“Do you have any siblings, Patton?” Logan asked, also watching the boys. “I’m an only child, but I have a few cousins who I was close to in childhood.”

“I’m also an only child, and I didn’t have any cousins, at least that I’m aware of,” Patton said, eyes drifting down. “My dad left when I was three, and I don’t know much about him. I’ve been trying to find him for years, for medical record purposes, but I can’t seem to track him down. I don’t think he wants to be found.”

“He’s a fool, then,” Logan sputtered out, then he covered his mouth. Patton raised an eyebrow, giggling softly. “Sorry. I know he’s your father. But anyone who doesn’t want anything to do with you is an idiot, and they don’t deserve to be in your life.”

“That’s very kind of you to say, Logan. Thank you.” Patton said, and the two fell into a comfortable silence, climbing the hill steadily, the twins always in view. Logan, deep in thought, glanced back over at the librarian.

“I mean it, Patton. You’re an incredible person, not just in your career but in how you are around the boys,” He smiled at Patton, who blushed and looked down. The librarian stumbled over a branch, falling forward, but he was caught by two strong hands. His hand still scraped the ground, and he winced. “Whoah! You alright?” Logan sat down on the ground, pulling Patton down too, and inspected his palms. “You’re a little scratched up.”

“I’m alright,” Patton said, looking down, face red. He couldn’t get the feeling of having Logan’s hands on him out of his mind. Logan shook his head, removing the backpack and digging in it for the first aid kit. He got some sanitizing wipes, and took Patton’s hands in his own, wiping off the pebbles and dirt. Logan was focused as he put a bandaid over the scratch on the librarian’s palm. The twins came bounding up to them.

“Mister Patton, are you okay?” Roman’s voice was concerned, and Remus got on the ground next to them watching carefully as Logan made sure everything was okay with Patton’s hands.

“I’m fine, boys, don’t worry, just a little stumble. If your dad hadn’t caught me…” Patton’s words trailed off, and Logan put the first aid kid back into the backpack. The teacher stood up first, and then held his hand out to help Patton up. He took it, and their eyes met, a blush covering both of their faces. Roman coughed a little, pulling Remus away, and the twins walked a ways away, but kept glancing back. Logan still hadn’t let go of Patton’s hand, though. “Um…” Patton looked down, his blush deepening.

Logan hesitated, then decided that he needed to do or say something, because not saying or doing anything was eating him alive. He couldn’t hide it anymore. He didn’t want to hide it anymore. So he took Patton’s chin in his spare hand, tilted his face up, and kissed him gently. Patton gasped, but didn’t pull away; instead, he wrapped his arm around Logan’s neck, pulling him closer, their kiss deepening.

The twins were losing their minds, cheering and jumping for joy.

several months later...

Patton unlocked the door and stepped in. He closed the door quietly behind him, then peeked into the kitchen to see Roman stirring some cake batter and Remus chopping some fruit. He stayed quiet, going into the living room, where Logan was putting up a sign that read “Happy Birthday!”

“Hey,” Patton finally spoke, startling the teacher. Logan set the banner down, then approached the librarian, hugging him close and kissing him.

“Welcome home, babe,” He said, leaning down to kiss Patton again. “Happy birthday.”

“You didn’t need to do all of this, Lo…” Patton’s face was bright red as he glanced at all of the decorations and the pile of gifts on the coffee table. “But… thank you.” He leaned up to kiss Logan again, but was nearly knocked over by the force of two preteens joining the hug.

“Patton!” The twins cheered in unison. “Happy birthday!” Patton laughed, hoping that Logan would be able to keep all of them from losing their balance.

“Thanks, boys,” Patton said. The hug finally broke, and the twins went back into the kitchen to finish the cake. The librarian took a breath and sat on the couch, watching Logan carefully. “Hey, Lo?”

“Yeah, what is it?” Logan asked, going to finish putting the banner up. He didn’t look back down at Patton until the banner was up, and when he saw his boyfriend next, the man was on one knee, holding a ring out. Logan gasped, then fell into a fit of laughter as he took a ring out of his pocket, getting on his knee in front of Patton.

“I guess that’s a ‘yes’, then?” Patton giggled, tears trickling down his cheeks.

“I had a huge thing prepared,” Logan sighed. “The twins were going to play a song for you.” He scooted a little closer to Patton, then kissed him. “But yes, of course Patton. Yes.” A flash startled the two of them, and they glanced over to see the twins. Roman had his phone in his hand, taking pictures. Remus was pouting a little.

“Aw, man, he ruined the plan!” He said. Logan and Patton laughed, kissing again, then they stood up, sliding the rings onto each others’ fingers. The twins bounded towards them, and they fell into another group hug. “Does that mean we can call Patton ‘Papa’ now?”

“Of course, kiddo.” Patton smiled. Logan wiped a tear from his fiance’s cheek, and held his family close together.

“I love you,” He whispered into the librarian’s ear. Patton smiled, kissing him again.

“I love you too, Logan.”

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⋆ ⠀⠀⠀࿐ྃ ▸ ; ⠀ [ crystal reed. human/feeder. 36. Bisexual. cisfemale. ] was that just CASSANDRA WATSON, I saw coming out of THE GYM? the SELF-DEFENSE INSTRUCTOR is best to be described as + INDEPENDENT, but pronouns could also be - RECKLESS and as well as being previously unmarked they can easily be noticed by RUNNING HEADFIRST TOWARDS THE DANGER, LIVING WITHIN HER MEANS, DENIM JACKETS, as well as THE HEAD OF MEDUSA, which has only just appeared. @lovebitestarter

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Alcoholism, Mentions of Infidelity, Mentions of drug use, Mentions of overdose, Mentions of Physical, Verbal, and Emotional Abuse (None of it is explicit or heavily touched upon beyond a sentence or two, but it is still there) [[If anyone cannot read this due to the triggers let me know and I will give you the short version! I don’t want anyone to feel like they have to force themselves to read something that’s potentially triggering.]]

About You

My name is Damian and I live in the cst timezone. I’m twenty-five, currently working from home, and have two dogs of my own. I am open to any kinds of plotting! Currently my discord is not setup so for now the best way to reach me via tumblr messenger. The biggest plot I am looking for is for a vampire who Cass is the personal feeder for! Other than that I enjoy drinking iced tea and knitting while listening to podcasts.

— * ⟢ 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕤 !

full name: Cassandra Ann Watson

species: human

age: thirty-six

date of birth: april 19, 1987

hometown: everett, washington

gender: cis female

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

+ likes: working out, yoga, going for walks with her dog, autumn, cooking, gardening - dislikes: people who get into her business, the ocean, heights, coffee, mustard

positive traits: Independent, Courageous, Protective, Dependable

negative traits: Reckless, Impatient, Impulsive, Possessive

hobbies: Archery, Yoga, Cooking, Gardening, Trying various new foods

fears: The Ocean, Heights, Being Cheated On

Biography

You were born in a town in Washington. To two high school sweethearts who loved each other and they loved you. The apple of their eye. Doting on you, supporting you, you walked with them hand in hand. And when your family grew bigger that just meant more love and attention to go around. You loved your siblings, even if they did not resemble you or your father, your mother told you that meant god wished for your family to be as colorful as a rainbow.

You are a child no longer

Your childhood was a lie. A lie you would not see until you were finally old enough to understand. Your father is an alcoholic and when he’s not out on the job he’s at the bar, you rarely see him sober. Your mother got pregnant in high school and the year you were born was the year she dropped out, to raise you. She reminds you constantly that if it weren’t for you her life would be better. Your siblings, whom you love so dearly do not have the same father as you or each other. Your mother sleeps with other men a lot. Sometimes she’s doesn’t come home. On those nights it’s up to you to take care of the home, of your family. You are more of a parent than your own parents ever will be.

You cannot escape their claws

When you graduated high school it was with honors. You were almost valedictorian. You wanted to be more than your parents were and more than they thought you would be. You get accepted into the college of your dreams on full scholarship. There is nothing that is stopping you from finally achieving your goals. In your first year, only a few months in and you get a phone call. Your father beat up your mother and her current secret lover pretty bad. Both are in the hospital, your father in jail. Your mother begs you to come home. She needs you. You drop everything and move back home. To take care of your family again. Your mother tries to be better, do better now that your father isn’t around but she falls back into old habits. She tells you that with you back home where you belong and your father in jail she can do what she wants. You are left back at square one.

You love so much but who will love you

You are now turning twenty and working at the local diner, trying to make ends meet. Your brother picks up a job after school and your sister watches your two youngest siblings while you’re at work. There is a guy your age at the diner. His name is Derek and he washes the dishes, maybe even cooks if the diner is short staffed. He flirts with you often and you just roll your eyes with a smile. You have no time for dating or flings. But one night you both work late. You both talk as you work and for once you felt seen, all your issues, your baggage is accepted. You feel lighter than you have in years. You decide to go on one date with him. It turns into two that turns into more. You are in love, truly in love and you tell yourself that this is will last. Through the rose colored glasses you don’t see him breaking your heart until it is too late. Another woman is in his bed and you see red. You want to murder him, no you want to hurt him like he hurt you and it takes everything you are to not do it. Instead you break the nearest thing he owns, you slash his tires, you make sure he knows that you will kill him if you see him again.

You don’t let yourself cry

Four years later and you set foot into Everwinter for the first time. You had to get away, you needed a fresh start. You needed to bring yourself happiness for once. And the first couple of years go by fine. Until, almost like deja vu you get another dreaded phone call. Your mother overdose on her pills. She’s in the hospital. She needs you. It is like you are back in college. Like your mother has you like a puppet on strings that she tugs when she thinks you’ve been happy for too long. This time is different. You are not returning home this time. You are not giving up the life you are finally building for yourself. You tell her in no uncertain terms that you will be sending money each month to your brother, he will use it to take care of the family as he sees fit. Your mother will not get direct access to it. Unless she once and for all gets better, does better, actions speak louder than words. When you hang up that phone you feel like a puppet who cut its strings. And you feel good.

You broke the water’s surface and finally draw breath

You spend a year with your feeder buddy before you become an official feeder. The first vampire who employs you is for the most part nice and that’s it. Neither of you try to become friends and that is fine for you. Few years with them then you are employed by a different vampire, your current employer. They’re different. They talk to you before they feed, sometimes even chat afterwards. At first you are guarded however they have a knack for wearing you down. You’re not the biggest fan of your job but the money is nothing to sneeze at and your employer doesn’t care that you send all your earnings back home. You don’t have a use for such luxury. Life is good, you are content.

Your mark appears and the water begins to ripple

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Other Info

Has a 3 year old blue nose pitbull named Maggie that tends to be at her side at all hours of the day. Cassandra loves her and doesn’t think she would have gotten through the past couple of years without her. (image)

She is bisexual, leans towards men/masculine presenting people.

Is a Self Defense Instructor at a local gym. However due to also being a feeder she just gives verbal instructions while using her coworkers as visual aids.

Speaks English and German fluently. Does have a basic understanding of ASL. Currently learning Spanish.

Does not take cheating well at all. If she is in a relationship with someone or with two others then she expects it to be exclusive. She does not share.

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Wanted Connections

Cassandra’s Current Vampire Employer: either gender or non-gender. She has been a feeder since turning twenty-six and they would be her current vampire employer, possibly only been feeding from her for at most five years or so. They have a not quite friend but not strictly business relationship. They would know that Cassandra sends all the money she earns to her parent and siblings.

Cassandra’s friends: either new or old friends though she has a difficult time keeping up with her friends and isn’t proud that she sometimes leaves them on read. Has been trying her darndest to do better and do right by her friends, hanging out a lot more.

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species

Cassandra is a human through and through, she can’t imagine being anything else. Living forever or being stronger does not hold much appeal to her.

The potential that she is bonded to a different species is terrifying. But the idea of her being bonded to anyone is terrifying to her.

Vampires: she feels neutral about vampires as a whole. Her vampire employer isn’t too bad. However she is often warned by other feeders that most rogue vampires, and those of the Malkavian Clan are practically evil incarnate while they consider the Menesis Clan heroes. Cass knows that like humans even vampires are not black and white.

Witches: she does not hold much opinion on witches. To her they seem the closest to humans, if you just think of it from a mortality perspective. Each witch is vastly different from each other so most of her opinions are based on individuals.

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soulmarks

Cassandra is terrified of being bonded to someone or someones. She does not want it to become another string to control her like her mother did. Or another Derek situation. If she can avoid it she will and is somewhat grateful the mark is in an easy to hide spot.

Getting her mark only recently Cassandra knows, at least assumes the person she’s bound to is a vampire. At least one of them is. She feels pulled in more than one direction.

She does not plan to let her mark disrupt her life. Hopefully. She is trying her best. Cassandra focuses on her two jobs and her dog.

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patsisfly · 5 years

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Nolan Patrick- Two Little Angels

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A/N you can request full length imagines or blurbs, just drop a player and scenario in my box:)

So the first time you were pregnant, Nolan was... chaotic to say the least. He just had to know absolutely everything: how you were feeling, what you wanted to eat, if your mild headache meant he needed to call the doctor.

And then came the shopping. What kind of crib, what color to paint the nursery, how many stuffed animals can fit in the house.

And then came the emotions. Is he ready to be a father? He was scared he was gonna mess it up. He was weighed down with the responsibility of keeping a wife and a new baby girl happy and safe. But the minute she was born, everything fell into place.

He cried, even though he tried to hide it. Nearly stunned to silence, he looked down at her lovingly as you cradled her small body wrapped in a pink blanket. “She’s beautiful, huh?” You say, feeling incredibly soft at seeing him like this.

He nods and pushes his bottom lip out a bit. “She really is,” he practically whispers, reaching over to trail a timid finger down her soft cheek. “We really made her.”

You nod in agreement, also in awe of your first little baby- a mix of you and your husband. You guys name her Hanna and your family of three thrives right away.

Nolan was so obsessed with her. Late at night if she woke up crying- which she did quite a lot- he would rock her gently and talk to her in a soft voice, slightly higher pitched than his regular speaking voice. He would tell her how much mommy and daddy love her and that if she can’t sleep, it’s okay because anytime she can’t sleep mommy and daddy will be there for her.

He kept that promise too.

When she was a little bit older, and in a big girl bed, she had some bad dreams. She would shuffle into your bedroom with her thumb in her mouth, eyes wide and nervous. One night you and Nolan were just laying on the bed, watching some movie on tv when the little girl made her appearance.

“Hanny, it’s late. What’s wrong?” You said softly, stretching out your arms for her. She rushed over to your side of the bed, and you pull her up and onto your lap. “I had a bad dream,” she cries.

You push back hair from her face and kiss her head. “Don’t worry hunny. It wasn’t real.”

She sniffles. Beside you, Nolan pouts at the sad girl and reaches over to rub her back. The touch catches her attention, and with a single look, she’s reaching out for her daddy. He lifts her and cradles her in his arms, and she immediately nuzzles her head into his chest.

He doesn’t even have to say anything, she finds comfort in him. He’s her safety, and that’s his favorite thing. “What was your dream about?”

“There was a dinosaur eating everybody,” she whimpers. Nolan and you share a look over her head. Ever since she insisted on watching Jurassic Park with you two the other night, you were waiting for this to happen.

“Dinosaurs aren’t gonna get you, baby. I promise,” Nolan says, wiping away her tears. She nods but still has tears streaming down her face. You sigh and reach over to help wipe at them.

“How about you sleep with us tonight?” Nolan says to her. “You, me, mommy, and baby.”

Her little mouth stretches into a smile at the mention of the future baby in your growing tummy. That seems to have cheered her up considerably as she spins around in Nolan’s arms so she can reach your belly. “Is baby sleeping, mommy?” She asks.

You nod and rest a hand on your stomach, “I think so. Baby has been quiet for a few hours.”

The three of you lay down again, with Hanna in the middle. She occupies herself by either rubbing your tummy and talking to baby or by playing with Nolan’s hair. Her recent favorite hobby is brushing his hair with her hot pink brush.

“I can’t wait for baby to be here,” she says after a few minutes of silence.

“Me too,” you say. “Do you think it’s gonna be a boy baby or a girl baby?”

She ponders that for a minute, and then decides. “Girl baby!”

“I think it’s gonna be a boy baby,” Nolan chimes in. Hanna gasps and turns to her dad with wide eyes. “No! Girl baby!”

Nolan raises his eyebrows at her and laughs. “You don’t want a brother?”

She shakes her head. “No!” Oh geez. She’s entering the toddler phase, she gets assertive quite a lot. Nolan still thinks it’s cute, but if he were home as much as you he would probably be getting tired of it as well.

“Hanna, you’re going to be the best big sister even if it is a boy baby, okay?” You say, trying to ease the situation. She reluctantly agrees and then settles back down onto the mattress. It seems like a good place to call it a night, so with a big family kiss and hug, the three of you get to sleep soundly.

When baby boy is born a few months later, Hanna is just ecstatic. When you guys found out the sex of the baby, you sat her down to tell her the news. At first she was a bit upset that she wouldn’t have a sister, but once you bought her a boy baby doll she got used to the idea of a little brother. After initial glee after his birth, Nolan goes to pick up your daughter from TK’s place where you had hurriedly dropped her off when you went into labor. Luckily, the team wasn’t on the road.

When Nolan enters the hospital room with Hanna on his hip, she’s clutching her boy baby doll tightly and grinning in anticipation. “Baby!” She exclaims and points wildly.

“Come say hi!” You say and pat the open space on the bed beside you. She scrambles out of Nolan’s arms and up onto the bed, peering into the bundle of blankets in your arms. “Oooh,” She coos. She rubs his head gently- you had practiced with the baby doll for weeks.

And just like that, your family of three becomes a family of four.

It’s different this time because baby boy was born in the midst of hockey season. Nolan gets a few days off from the team, but it’s not enough. He hates it as well, because the first few weeks of Hanna’s life are some of his favorite memories.

It’s hard taking care of two kids alone, but you have no choice. Everything is just easier when Nolan is home. When he is, you don’t have to breastfeed baby Luke with a three year climbing all over you. Hanna is as helpful as a toddler can be. When she’s in a good mood, she is your little helper around the house. Her and her mood swings are starting to remind you of Nolan.

When Nolan gets home after a few days on the road, Hanna runs to him before he even puts down his suitcase. “Daddy! I missed you!”

He picks her up and kisses her forehead. “I missed you too, Hanny. Where’s mommy?”

“Kitchen!” You yell. You’re at the stove making a dinner of spaghetti and meatballs. Luke is in his floor chair lounger, wide awake from his nap. When Nolan enters the kitchen, he gives you a soft smile. He looks tired from the recent trip. You go up on your toes and kiss him lightly. Hanna giggles and squirms out of Nolan’s arms. “How was it?” You ask. The team has had a rough couple weeks, unable to string together any sort of winning streak.

“It was okay. Just glad to be home,” he responds. You nod and smile softly. It’s only November, he already seems burnt out. He looks down at the baby, grinning and bending down to pick him up. “And I’m glad to see you buddy. You got so big since last Friday!”

He cuddles the five week old and kisses his cheek, trying his darndest to make him laugh.

“Did you win the games, daddy?” Hanna asks from her seat at the table, pausing her coloring.

“We won some of the games. I scored two goals, one for you and one for Luke,” he says. Hanna giggles. “None for mommy?”

I laugh, “I got all the goals before you were born, Hanny.” Nolan agrees.

While you finish dinner, Nolan stands next to you at the stove. He wants to know everything you and the kids did while he was gone. Even though you’ve talked on the phone, he wants to hear it all again.

“Daddy, can you drive me to school tomorrow?” Hanna asks, a mouth full of spaghetti. She goes to pre school two days a week for a couple hours each morning.

You lean back in your chair, getting comfortable while you breast feed Luke. “Sweetie, tomorrow is daddy’s day off. Why don’t we let him sleep, okay?”

She pouts at you, and in turn so does Nolan. You raise your eyebrows at him; it’s his day off, he can spend it how he wants. “I’ll take you tomorrow,” he says with a smile, “we’ll let mommy sleep instead.”

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kusunokihimea · 5 years

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[ OKAY SO here’s, like...a small (ha, like this will be short) PSA I honestly should have made a while back. Irony is I haven’t cuz I’m busy and just haven’t thought to!

Many of you have probably noticed my replies have been massively slowing down. And I’m really, really sorry for that. Really I am. And those of you who know me well know I have a very nasty habit of getting inspired for many different things, piling them all on, and then...crashing and burning because I really can’t handle the load I give myself

Which is...exactly what’s going on now ^^;

For those who don’t know, here’s a rundown of what I’ve had going on: this time of year I raise orphan baby cows for my dad’s cattle ranch. This year I ended up with four, and all pretty close together - both in terms of age, and in when I got them. And it has been...a JUGGLING act, lemme tell ya. Last year, they were MUCH more spread out, and the workload wasn’t nearly what it’s been this year. Granted, I’m reaching a point where things are slowing down a bit. But I won’t be done until at LEAST the middle of June. Possibly longer. Depends on my dad’s schedule.

In addition, I’ve got other things to do around our property. We’re rural, and have a lot of upkeep in our little place because animals and just...general maintenance. So I get pulled away for stuff like that, as well as just...life things. There’s also been a LOT to, uh...deal with in regards to my family this past year. Which I won’t go into, but it’s been a HUGE stress, and there’s been several severe incidents that shook me up recently. And for those who don’t know, I’m honestly very...fragile in regards to mental health. BUT that’s a whole other tangent!

So IRL is both busy and stressful as of late. And I’ve been stretching myself thin here, too. I’ve got one project that’s to write a drabble every. Single. Day. And I try to have an average of 1200 words. That’s a good chunk of writing, especially considering that I try to do more on top of it via RP. I’m also participating in the event I’m hosting over at @naruto-ocxcanon-ship-week. Which I’ve admittedly been working on in advanced because, again, I’m very busy. I just yesterday finished one piece, and have six to go. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to keep up with it.

And while that might not seem like much...to have to use muse to write every darn day for the drabble challenge is honestly really draining in my mood to write. I love doing it! But it also means I have all the less mojo to write RP. Add in this event, and I have even less. Add in how tired and stressed IRL has been making me, and uh...yeah. You can probably see why I’m slow.

THAT SAID, I’m NOT giving up this hobby, by any stretch. It’s my favorite thing in the world, and I love the community and my friends and the stories we tell. I just...want y’all to know that it’s not ALL I do, especially not for at least the next three weeks when it comes to major commitments. I’m doing my darndest to keep up but admittedly there’s been a lot of days where...I hardly do a thing on this blog, or on @hyuuchiha. And I feel awful. Just...please know I’m not ignoring anyone. I’m not bored. I’m not mad. I’m just...tired. And more than a little burnt out. But I PROMISE, once things slow down (and here’s hoping they do OTL), I’ll be back here more regularly. Admittedly I have even more things I’d like to pick up once these are done, but...I’m also learning to slow down and not pile on so much. As eager as I am to create in all these different ways...I’ve got my limits. Which I hate, but...that’s just how it is, aha~

Sooo, tl;dr: Sylvie’s busy and stressed irl, and overloading herself in writing. Should be back in better force in about three weeks when babies are done and ship weeks and yadda yadda yadda.

Thank you all for your patience and support. This community’s gotten me through a lot...it’ll get me through this <3 ]

#sylvie speaketh [ ooc ]#long post #sorry it's sappy and rambly #but hey #that's on brand for sylvie drake :'D

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10 Quotes From I Love Lucy That Are Still Hilarious Today – Screen Rant

Hands down the most influential sitcoms in history is I Love Lucy. Appearing on CBS, I Love Lucy ran for six seasons, had 180 episodes, won five Emmy Awards, and was the first of its kind to be done in front of a live audience.

The real stars of the show were Lucielle Ball (Lucy), her real-life husband Desi Arnaz (Ricky Ricardo), and their two best friends and neighbors Vivan Vance (Ethel) and William Frawley (Fred). With Lucy and Ricky as the focus, the foursome lived in New York City where Ricky was an entertainer. Wanting to be famous herself, Lucy tried her darndest to be apart of her husband’s acts and usually conspired tricks with her BFF Ethel in order to do so. What transpired was fantastic TV in the ’50s and even today in 2019.

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I Love Lucy still has reruns on TV today and even has DVDs of the show for sale in color. Today we’re taking a look at some of the funniest lines that came from I Love Lucy, along with some behind-the-scenes tidbits about the show.

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10 ‘SURE, SAYS RIGHT HERE ‘WE WORK MIRACLES”

After being snubbed by Ricky and Fred for attending a classy party, Ethel and Lucy are sick and tired of being left out. The pair learn about Phoebe Emerson’s Charm School and decide if they should enroll. Lucy, of course, agreed with Ethel that the charm school could work miracles but came off offensive after realizing how much work Ethel would need.

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The girls spent all week trying to become classier versions of themselves and in the end, their men thought their look was horrendous. In return, the guys also changed their appearance, which then led to the four of them calling it a tie. It’s a classic I Love Lucy game of “who wore it better?”.

9 ‘ETHEL AND I HAVE DECIDED THAT YOU HAVE MARRIED US AND NOT A TELEVISION SET’

Ethel and Fred may have been older than Lucy and Ricky but the foursome got along swimmingly. While the men were attached to their spankin’ new TV set, the girls were anything but impressed — telling them they were spending too much time in front of the TV.

In real life, Vivian Vance (Ethel) wasn’t actually married to William Frawley (Fred) like Lucy was to Desi. Vivian was actually married four times while William was only married once. And as beautiful and loving as Lucy and Desi appeared on TV, they too got divorced after they were done filming.

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8 ‘I WAS GOING TO BUT THEN I ASKED MYSELF ‘WHY?”

When watching reruns of I Love Lucy, you’ll notice that Lucy and Ricky sleep in two different beds. This was because America was still pretty tame and shy and didn’t think it would be virtuous to show a married couple hopping into bed together in front of a live audience.

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In the scene above, Ricky walks in on Lucy still laying in bed. “I thought you were going to get up?” Ricky says to his sleepy wife. “I was going to but then I asked myself ‘why?'” she said sheepishly. Although TV has changed in terms of what we’re “allowed” to see, our love for sleep sure hasn’t.

7 ‘I CAN’T HELP IT, EATING IS MY HOBBY’

In the first season, we’re introduced to an episode called “The Diet.” The audience learns that the fab foursome has gained a little bit of weight in recent months and promise to do better. Ethel famously says “I can’t help it, eating is my hobby” and she’s never been more relatable. Ricky even promises Lucy that she can be an act in his show if she promises to lose 12 pounds. By the end of the episode, Lucy practically staves herself for five days so she can look her best in Ricky’s show. She actually did a great job and made Ricky proud… that is until she fainted after the show, was carried away to the hospital for being dehydrated, and they realized she tied up a woman in the closet who was supposed to be the main act!

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6 ‘EVER SINCE WE SAID ‘I DO’ THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS WE DONT’

Is there anything more frustrating than being in a relationship that restricts you from doing the things you really want to do? We find Lucy and Ethel in this predicament quite a few times in her marriage. In the episode “The Girls Want to Go to a Nightclub,” we find out it’s Ethel and Fred’s anniversary.

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While the boys wanted to go see the big fight, the girls wanted to be wined and dined at a nightclub. Deciding to go their separate ways, the guys get dates (through Ricky’s agency) to keep an eye on Lucy and Ethel. After finding out their men grabbed dates, Lucy makes a deal with the agency to make their dates be them. What transpired was Lucy and Ethel pretending to be someone they weren’t just to stick it back to them. This blows up in their face, though, because Ricky and Fred knew it was them all along and they all ended up going to the fights anyway.

5 ‘I DON’T KNOW BUT HOW DARE YOU!’

One of the most unique parts of I Love Lucy is that Lucy married a Cuban. At the time Lucy and Desi pitched the show, CBS wasn’t sure America would buy the fact that these two were actually together in real life. Their love was for real, though, and it paid big time in the show. Some of the best parts in the show is when Ricky is rattling things off in Spanish, leaving Lucy confused and annoyed that he was *probably* talking about her in a different language. In one scene, Ricky is rattling off a few words in Spanish when Lucy says “How dare you!” Knowing she has no clue what he said, he asks her anyway and she says “I don’t know, but how dare you!”

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4 ‘HERE I AM WITH ALL THIS TALENT BOTTLED UP INSIDE OF ME AND YOU’RE ALWAYS SITTING ON THE CORK’

In the episode “The Ballet,” Lucy finds out Ricky is in desperate need of a ballerina for his show. Always up for stardom, Lucy begins taking ballet lessons to be his perfect girl. She does get the chance to perform but let’s just say her routine didn’t match up with Ricky’s.

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You may notice while watching this episode that Lucy actually does have bruises all over her body and those were real — caused by *drum roll, please*: training for ballet!

3 ‘THAT WON’T BE A NOVEL, THAT WILL BE A SHORT STORY’

Lucy decides she wants to write a novel called Real Gone With the Wind. Ethel asks her, “What are you writing about?”. “I’m writing about things I know,” Lucy retorts back. Giving her honest, best friend sense of humor, Ethel tells her “That won’t be a novel, that will be a short story.” This classic pairing had all the makings of a BFF movie where they go on the run because they don’t need a man. If only that didn’t scar America back in the ’50s!

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2 ‘GEE, WHY IS IT THAT EVERYTHING THAT’S WONDERFUL COSTS MONEY?’

Ethel isn’t wrong. The best things in life aren’t always free and it’s comical to bring up. Outside of filming, though, this foursome didn’t need to worry much about money. Lucy and Desi were given $2,000 an episode in the beginning. As time went on, they made six-figures per episode, which was unheard of in Old Hollywood for a sitcom.

1 ‘YOU MEAN TO TELL US THAT WE HAVE EQUAL RIGHTS, BUT YOU CERTAINLY DON’T GIVE US A CHANCE TO ACT LIKE IT’

Is there a line that’s more fitting for 2019 than this? In the year of the woman, equality and feminism are on the brain for many North Americans. And although Ethel said this to Fred in jest, it certainly garners some truth. As forthcoming, independent women ahead of their time, something tells us Lucy and Ethel would be proud of women in this day and age.

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