#'im joking. I'll do the real hair style now.“

[meownotgood]

Hey mags! How are you?

So, this is really self-indulgent, so I apologize if I ramble a little-

Recently I decided to do a hair transition back to my natural wavy hair, and it's been kinda hard taking care of it bc I never learned the right way to do so (I couldn't figure out if it was wavy or curly so at some point I just gave up and straightened it) but now I think it's a little better than it was before, but I've had some people tell me that the haircut I got looks weird, so that really bummed me out bc I don't know how to properly style it yet.

So, could I please ask for some thoughts on aki reacting to reader that changed hairstyle from medium size and straight to short and wavy? This is very specific and kind of silly, but it has affected me way more than I'd like to admit hdhajsha

Love your blog btw! I hope you have a nice day/night! 💕💕

yes, of course!!!

I think aki is pretty peculiar about how he keeps his own hair, so he's bound to notice a change in yours. he asks you a little bluntly, why'd you change your hairstyle? and when you answer, he says, hm. I like it this way. it's pretty.

and he's no expert on hair styling, but if you'd like, he'd be willing to offer some help. it upsets him to think of you not being happy with your appearance, he wants you to feel as beautiful as he thinks, knows that you are. he does some more research on styling and asks if he can try doing your hair for a change, hoping to cheer you up and pamper you a little.

[spamtoon]

DCRC week 4.. in week 5. paperinik

i am behind. you know this by now. let's read paperinik

love the cross hatching in these first few panels something's gonna happen for sure!

JFEAJFOIEAJFIEAJ ill be so real the walt disney logo and OMBRE SU VENERE caught me off guard so hard. the way its in the corner and yellow and Not Fitting At All. the word art ahh look of the text (though i understand why they couldnt replace it in a way that looks good) im so. what a beautiful panel

donald is so sad.... the way that theres so many screens and they're all donald. duckblr user (not that angus fangus would be allowed on duckblr. he doesnt even deserve to call lyla luv)

great to learn that this donald is computer generated. he doesnt have five hands though so this clearly isnt the ai art issue. also ever since last issue learning that lyla is a robot whos become so acclimated to her environment she loves playing the part of the reporter and is still passionate despite technically being made to literally call the time police whenever things go wrong she ough. ohohoh. i appreciate her so much more

i think uno deserves to spy on people. as a treat

one's face... he's so silly....... he's so insanely silly....

the evronians should get angus fangus i think. destroy him agron of evron. i know they're trying to team up to make duck avenger look bad or something but please

the action panels in this comic are also lovely but maybe thats because i havent read a superhero comic before. that isnt darkwing duck

JOIFEAOIFJ THE WAY DONALD LOOKS UP LIKE Xadhoom! (: haha glad to see you here! and then she just. comes down in a firey rage its beautiful.

excellent wisdom donald. im so glad he smokes weed (I AM JOKING I EDITED THIS AS A JOKE)

okay hello for context i am writing this almost a full week later. my ahh did not wanna do this but cog it. we ball. i think i need to just like. stop treating this as an obligation because like it's literally fine spam. you dont have school rn you deserve to chill.

ughhghghg donald loves uno so much already. he's so glad for uno dude... dudeeeeee... artificial or not you're a genius

oguhghh. donald's determination to save angus despite everything because nobody deserves to have Them sucked out of them. ough

this whole page is so cool but i love how they visualize the search okay. sorry i'm just appreciating the Comic-ness. of this comic. you know? when the comic play with panels...

he's so tired.... you're so right uno. i should go to bed after this. oughhghgh he's so silly when he's tired.

i think uno deserves to be done with people's crap more often

oughoghgnghng seeing uno happy again and laughing at donald im so. uno... hi uno... little uno...

im so happy we're four issues in and already donald and xadhoom are going to space to take down aliens. its beautiful... sorry if my commentary gets worse i may just be tired but i know if i dont do it now i'll never do it

hi camera 9... i do not care one bit about this red hair character so far but hello camera 9 you're just little (unaware of the camera 9 lore)

the way that all three of them are slouching here. nobody is stnaidng their ahh up straight when they got incomprehensible angus to worry about

good for him he got on megavolt's good side. bribed him with a lightbulb (SORRY i like making darkwing duck references. i know its not) UFOEAIJFOIEAJ lyla being in the shadow i'm so. she's so silly here ough

the fight scenes in this comic are so.. maybe thats just because i havent read a non-darkwing comic before but like. i dont know im admiring the art and the art style and the time period and the medium and such you know

i dont know what they wanna do with angus fangus other than just like. set him up against the duck avenger and make the earth go against him but like. i suppose he knows he cant kill paperinik here which alright. fair

xadhoom... gnngngnng she's so distressed in these panels

HELP IM SO MAD he really is just a hateful guy. okay they're candace flynning him i see

luckily for us, the universe sucks so much lots of people hate life

xadhoom............................... she deserves so much

glad even angus fangus hates this guy. like great. i wanted that crime to happen and you just. messed it up.

uno with party hat... they really decided y'know what? he's aiing us? let's just ai him back. okay thats the end of the comic maybe next time i'll be more coherent but i hope this satisfies puffy i'm tired man. i was procrastinating on this so hard but this comic... good...

[real-odark]

hi! i have a question, have you experienced an art block? if so, is there any way you got out of it and just... started drawing? i've been suffering from an art block for i think *checks notes* 6 years now... uhhh... how did you find your style too?

HELLO ANON!! i yap so im gunna put my response under the cut but i hope my ?!! babbling ?!!??! helps

to answer your question yes i most definitely Have experienced art block..... very frequently between months i'll have chunks of time where its literally impossible for me to feel like anything i'm doing is good or even have motivation to draw and its a NIGHTMARE <\33

usually when this happens to me to work out of it i like to start by doodling ideas i have as much as i possibly can (especially little jokes between characters i made/like) and then slowly work my way up from like a bajillion little cartoon simple doodles into a slightly more complicated style and then usually i can work myself back in to doing some bigger pieces !! (even though i dont do thoughs that much even out of art block lmao but u get the idea,,)

and. well HOLY MOLY. i cannot say i have had an art block as long as u before my fine sir Holy bejeezus...,...

but i'd say to help develop your style i know everyone says this but its true, FIND INSPIRATION!!! (this is to help with your style and motivation because inspiration does NUMBERS for me it actually gets juices flowing instead of just forcing my brain to come up with something just cuz its "original", hell yeah draw that meme template if u wanna if it gives u inspiration worms... OK back to style now my bad)

finding other peoples art styles i like and breaking down what i like about them has helped me with making my own art SIGNFICANTLY and i still do very often, so thats why my art style changes a lot very frequently 😭

and dont tell anyone i encourage this but i totally take features i like from artists whose styles give me the brainworms. LIKE OBVIOUSLY IM NOT TRACING but what has helped me so much over the years is trying out different styles, like. a mix and match sort of??? i completely learned how i draw hair from a tiktoker i used to watch like 6/5 years ago,,, and to this day a lot of people still comment on how i draw it so YA!!! i have also developed by trying different anatomy styles (like. stylized Versions) for what makes me most comfortable, and different simplicities of facial features (like detailed eyes or just. Dots. like fr go wild if u like how it looks)

but most of all remember that your art will NEVER have to be a definitive thing!!!!!! even your FAVORITE artists if u look at their art from like. 4 years ago i can guarantee you you can see how their style has developed. basically what im trying to say is dont stress about having "your own" style if you think thats like going to define your art!! YOU DEFINE YOUR ART!!!! so if u feel like changing your art literally entirely at any point. DO IT! if having a style helps you to draw though i totally encourage finding one but it Also does not hurt to try other styles as u progress in art

thank u sm for the ask it is Not every day i get to yap on here (yes it is) ((i do very frequently)) (((sorry for bombarding u with this response LMAO)))

I HOPE THIS HELPED IN SOME WAY AT ALL !!!!*AND IF NOT UHHH.:.,. maybe find someone who isnt a random teenager on this app for real advice HELP

[kuronanox]

Best friend and Lover- Yami Sukehiro

One word, CHAOS!

The whole place was mess with children like teens running around the room yelling at each other. (Your Name) softly laughs as Yami breaks the building because they wouldn't stop wrecking the fort.

An awkward sweat on her face as she grabs his muscular arm. "Jeez big dude no need to add with the damage. Save that energy for the bedroom."

He puffs out smoke in her face and ruffles her hair. "What's got you all cheeky today?"

She tilts her head and lightly grabs his muscle shirt making him lean close. "Who else?" A devilish smirk placed on her face.

"Woah woah we should at least keep it pg 13, THeRe aRe cHilDRen ArOUnD!" Yami jokes as Asta slightly blushes at the two of them obviously flirting with each other.

"GET A ROOM!" Magna shout obviously flushed as (Your Name) just laughs and crashes on the couch with Vanessa.

"Ooo only you can make the 'romantic' side of captain come out." She slurs before taking another sip of her red wine.

Looking around the room she doesn't spot Yami, he was probably taking a shit on the toilet. If anything that was his only turn off she had about Yami.

"Wait how did you even meet him?" Noelle ask curious about the relationship the two of them had. Noelle was probably curious because she was secretly in love with Asta but wouldn't admit it.

6 years ago

(Your Name) was facing the discrimination of being an immigrant in the clover kingdom. Moving away from her home country to escape  she ran away. With the very few money she had (Your Name) decided to join the magic knights.

It was even worse once she made it to the squad, her fighting technique was different and unique having only to use a sword no one really understood the fighting style.

(Your Name) was very lucky that day to be chosen by the Grey Deers, Julius was very welcoming and interested in her powers.

Adjusting to the life style and language was hard for her.

Many nights she wanted to cry and disappear. She didn't have a meaning in her life, she was living for what? She had no family, no friends. Julius was her friend but he was also busy as a captain, she wasn't his top priority.

Yami didn't come into the picture till a year later, he was also a foreigner facing discrimination found by Julius.

(Your Name) remembered that very day, she felt like a piece of home came towards her.

"(Your Name) I like you to meet Yami, he's the same as you! Look at his sword!" Julius cheers with sparkles in his eyes as Yami deadpans behind him.

"Osu, my name is Yami, nice to meet you." He flatly states with a cigarettes in his mouth.

The two of them became inseparable after that day, a reason also was because they understood each other. With language, culture, values and fighting styles the two were in sync as if they were partners for years.

"You use dark magic?" (Your Name) says one day as they trained together. "Pretty cool right? I think your's is unique too! Controlling the natural elements can become a advantage in battle."

A small blush forms on her face as she scoffs and punches his shoulder lightly.

"Whatever you say, I never felt special till Julius keep complimenting my magic to be honest."

Yami lays on the grass lighting a cigarette.

"I mean your not all that spec- OW!" He yells as she punches his stomach extra hard. "IM JOKING! I was about to say I didn't think you were all that special till I noticed how much in common we have.... jeez."

Pouting (Your Name) looks away with a blush.

"Whatever....jerk."

Yami laughs as they made their way back to the Grey Deers.

Now there was no secret that Charlotte was in love with Yami, often time (Your Name) would catch her slipping and staring at the muscular man.

"I'm not pretty compared to her, she's so beautiful with blue eyes and blonde hair."

The right word to place in (Your Name) was jealousy, she could never be that beautiful.

It's not like Yami was neglecting her but she notice the pair got closer especially when they both became captains.

Often times (Your Name) would walk away because she knew the feelings that Charlotte had for Yami and she was no bitch to not let them have alone time.

"Why do you always leave me?" Yami asks (Your Name) one night as they moved into their new fort.

"Why are you so oblivious Yami?" She says unpacking her belongings and carrying it into her room.

"What'd ya mean?"

"Oh for crying out loud Yami never mind!"

The door slammed as he stood behind it. "Jeez woman, I'm just concerned."

(Your Name) sighs and lay in bed. She didn't know when the feelings develop for Yami but they did.

They spent less time together as he started to work a lot more since becoming captain and she started to take more missions alone.

"Another mission, I know you are strong but do you really wanna go alone?"

"Yeah I'll be fine, I'm always fine."

Yami didn't worry about her a lot but the mission was suppose to last a week he didn't hear from her.

3 weeks past by and Yami got a message stating that (Your Name) returned in an unconscious state.

"I know she's strong but damn I should have gone to her." Yami tells Julius as he sat next to her.

"We underestimated the mission but (Your Name) succeeded. I'm very proud of her." The wizard king says looking at his formal students.

"Yami, I didn't expect you to worry so much."

"What'd ya mean she's basically my Vice Captain?" He said obliviously with straight eyes.

Julius smiles he knew Yami was oblivious and short minded when it came to many things.

"Why don't you tell her your real feelings now. It's been several years now hasn't it."

"Huh? Stop talking nonsense." Yami laughs as Julius pats his back before walking out. "Right Yami?"

His laughter disappeared as Yami looked down to the girl in bed unconscious.

"Get up (Your Name) you know I can't lead a team without you."

In her unconscious state, it was pitch black, but she could hear voices. She could hear when people visited her and who the voices were. Most of the time it was Yami talking about nonsense to her.

"What a loser, talking to me like I'm awake."

"Oi I know you are enjoying being in bed but don't smile like that. I'm not going to go easy on you when you wake up."

"Typical Yami."

A month pasted by and (Your Name) awakened. It was dark outside but warm like summer. She was feeling better and energetic surprisingly, despite that her muscle were a bit sore from laying in bed for long.

Deciding to stay another night or go back to the fort she made the decision to go home.

The place was dark as she opened the door, no sign of Yami.

Walking into her room most of her belongings were already set in place. Her personal belongings were neatly placed in the closet safely.

Walking down the hall to Yami room it was quiet and she could hear him snoring. Opening his room door she walks towards his bed.

"Hey loser get up." She pokes him but Yami was still in a deep state of sleep. "Pssst get you."

"Shut up brat, sleep somewhere else." He talks in his sleep as she scoffs but smiles after.

Yami awoken the next morning with (Your Name) asleep on the chair next to his bed.

"(Your Name)!" He yells causing her to jump from the loud voice.

"HEY MAN NOT COOL!" She pouts annoyed at his way of waking her up.

"When did they discharge you?"

"They didn't I left?"

"Classic you, I missed that." He says wrapping an arm around her as they walked to the kitchen for breakfast. "I heard what happen on the mission... I'm proud of you." He then tells her with seriousness in his voice.

She sat across from him with a faint blush. "Thanks... Soooooo?" An awkward silence fell upon them as they looked at each other.

"Yami."

"(Your Name)."

They call out in unison. Clearing his throat he proceeded taking her silence as his permission to speak.

"Ima say this plain and simple, I'm in love with you."

(Your Name) had to process his confession which surprised her because Yami was stupid.

"Really?" She laughs a bit, happy that they shared the same feelings.

"Ya got a problem with that?"

"I don't, I've loved you for a long time. You are my best friend after all."

They shared a sweet embrace as she cuddled into his arms, it wasn't like this was the first time they had been contact with skin to skin.

This time it was official and no confusion to how they felt for each other.

"But you have to admit that you were jealous of Charlotte!" He jokes as (Your Name) punched him across the room.

"YA! I'm going to get sad, stop it!" She pouts as Yami just smiles and picks her up.

"I'm joking my best friend and lover, whatever you wanna call it." Yami says with a goofy grin on his face.

Present time

"Wow thanks for telling them our love story, sweet really." Yami says from behind Vanessa, (Your Name) and Noelle.

"Oo captain I didn't know you were a gentleman to the ladies." Vanessa teases him poking his stomach.

"I'm not, (Your Name) and I go way back! It was easy to talk about 'my feelings'..... yuck ima go now." Yami says a bit embarrassed the squad knew their love story.

"Wait for me I wanna cuddle! I promise to keep it pg 13 for the kids!" (Your Name) hollers running after him.

(Author note: bruh I feel like Yami was hella OC in this one shot lmfao. Also a update! sorry if there's a few grammar and punctuation error, none of my stories have been edited yet.)

[bettyxinez]

Nothing Left To Give

chapter four • smile

Kat didn't mention her DID until two weeks after that, and Malcolm found himself thinking about her more then he probably should have.

And Kat knew it too. They had been getting closer and closer and she could tell how curious he was. Over the span of the 7 weeks they had become friends, and Kat was confident in saying he was one of the closest friends she ever had, so much so that even some of the Others wanted to meet him.

Driving each other to and from the precinct was becoming a regular occurrence, and he slowly revealed more and more about his past, opening up to her much quicker then she was to him.

"So thats what you're trying to figure out? If the girl in the box is real and who she is?"

"Yeah. Funnily enough, trying to solve a murder where the only evidence is unreliable memories is kind of...hard."

"I understand that. Not the murder part, but everything else."

His curiosity had been temporarily put on the back burner while he told her his story, but now it was at the forefront of his mind.

She noticed almost immediately. She kind of felt bad about it, and was planning on telling him when the time was right.

The time never seemed right.

And when it did, she couldn't bring herself to talk about it. So she eventually just waited for him to bring it up.

He was in her apartment again, looking at some of the pictures on her wall and laughing as she told stories of the people in them.

He noticed quickly that none of them were members of her family.

"What about your family?" He asked, before he even realized the can of worms he might have opened by doing so.

She tensed immediately, turning to look at him.

"We don't... talk."

Malcolm looks up at her, noticing for the first time that she was taller then him.

"Do you mind if I ask why?"

She sits down on her couch, tucking her feet underneath her. Malcolm sat next to her.

"They didn't believe me when I told them what was... happening... to me."

His breath hitched. His mind reeling from the possibilities of what that meant. He supposed that he could ask. They had gotten a lot closer, and if she didn't want to talk about it, he could wait longer. No problem.

"And... what was happening to you?"

She looked away from him, eyes widening for a split second, and then she slowly took a deep breath.

This was it. He had asked, and she didn't know if she was ready.

She could dive head first into telling him and risk freezing in the fridgid water, or stay safe and dry, but risk putting a wall between her and Malcolm.

She decided to just take the plunge.

"...bad things." She whispered. And even just thinking about it, her brain was assaulted with memories, and she already felt herself slipping.

"Bad, bad things...hurt... it hurt."

She screwed her eyes shut, fists clenching. Her nails dig into her palms and she sucks in a breath.

Malcolm watched, letting her set the pace, but his brows were furrowed in concern. He knelt down in front of her and offered his hands. She took them with a crushing grip.

"...hold on... someone..." her breath hitched.

"Someone's here. Sorry." Malcolm watched in both worry and fascination.

"Its... okay. Take your time." He responded.

He knew what was happening. She was doing what she had told him was "switching". One of her alters was coming. He was very curious, but he was also fearful as to what would happen next.

Would he ruin everything? He hoped not.

Kats eyes unfocused for a second, and then she stopped.

She looked up, eyes blinking.

She continued staring for a second and looks around.

When he heard her voice, he didn't know what to think.

"...I was told to not like... pretend to be Kat."

Malcolms eyes widen, and hes taken aback. Her voice sounds so different. A touch lower, and with a strong Essex accent, her words somehow a mix of dramatic and lazy sounding.

"Uh... yeah. Who is this?"

"Has she told ya any of our names?"

"...No. But I've never asked. Wanted to go at her own pace."

Kat-whoever- nods at that, looking down at their clothes.

"What the fuck is this? Kat I told ya not to dress us in a skirt!"

He looks at the person in front of him.

"You don't like skirts?"

"Nah. Its not my style. I'm Haven. Primary protector and ex-prosecutor. Basically means I didn't used to be a great person. I'll explain more later if I feel like it. Its my job to protect us, and my job to judge whether someone is safe. You seem to be okay for now."

He was at a loss for words. He was given almost zero warning, however he assumed that she wasn't either.

"So what 'ave you said to set 'er off then?" She said, glaring. It was so weird, he thought, how her entire demeanor has changed. Man or woman. Or whatever. He didn't even know.

The glare on her face looked so unnatural, like it didn't belong there.

"We sort of got onto the topic of her past. And then... you came out." He said.

"Sorry, who exactly are you? You specifically. Not just your role." He said, confused and cautious as to where to go from here.

"Are you askin' what I look like?" She responded, the way she holds herself that of a completely different person.

"Maybe. Or just who you are. What you like and dislike, your interests."

She stares at him, tilting her head.

"Well for one thing, my skin is a bit darker then this, Kat is atrociously pale. I've got short, curly black hair and freckles."

He tries to imagine it, but its hard. He's looking at what he knew as Kat, but now, she's someone different.

Haven continued talking.

"I've got sort of big eyes. Small nose. Thick eyebrows. Big-ish lips. I look like I'm mixed race, but I don't like to think of myself as that because I will never relate to the struggles of being black and I will never be fully emersed in the culture. The body is Korean, and I don't think it's appropriate to be say that I'm mixed race because my actual real life body is not."

Malcolm nods. He could understand that.

So Haven, he noted, was a rambler.

"Im an integrated alter. I used to be three people. I have the memories of three different people and I remember them all separately. I have access to all the memories and trauma, so don't fuck with me." She says the last bit with a bit of sadness and anger.

Haven was really closed off, he thought. She looked at him with a fierceness he couldn't describe, and soon, he found himself noticing all the differences between them. The more she talked, the more she became her own person to him.

"I have just a few things to say to you before I go back inside-"

"Inside where?" Malcolm asked, cutting her off, suddenly very confused. More then he already was.

"Back to inner world. We have a whole world inside our head. We all live in an apartment building. Well not all. We have a cave, a pool, a forest, other stuff. When we're fronting, we're sitting in the lobby. I sound insane when I say that, but its true."

She shrugged.

Shes right, he thought.

It did sound insane.

And if he didn't already know a bit about the disorder, he would have called her out.

And some would say the same about his mental health problems.

So he believed her.

"So... you protect Kat?"

"Yes. And everyone else. Its my job. I was the first one made, the first one to take it instead of her."

His brows furrowed at that.

"What does that mean?"

She looks up at him.

"It means that when fucked up shit was happening to us I took her place so she didn't have to deal with it."

He thought about that. Fucked up shit? Like what? Did it have to do with his father? He shuddered at that thought.

It had taken him almost every ounce of willpower to not ask Kat about it, but he figured could ask Haven. So he did.

"Does the name Martin Whitly ring a bell?"

She stood up then, and dragged him up by the collar of his shirt, eyes intense and angry.

"How do you know that name?" She asked through gritted teeth, voice low.

Struck a nerve, then.

"He-He's my father." He said. Her eyes widened and she threw him onto the couch.

"Have you seen him recently? Don't lie to me I swear to God I will know."

He was taken aback. Things had taken a 180 faster then he could even process what was happening.

Struck a big nerve, then.

He could tell the truth, but what if it ruined their friendship?

Or he could lie, but she said she will know. That would probably ruin their friendship even more...

Before he can even stop himself:

"Yes."

She sits down then, eyes clenching.

"You have to take me to him."

He stands up, fists clenching.

"No. Absolutely not." He couldn't let his father ruin their friendship. He wouldn't let him.

"Either you take me to him or I go myself."

"You can't."

"I'll find a way." Her eyes glinting in determination. He suddenly got the feeling that she wasn't joking.

He took in a shuddery breath, hands shaking.

"Fine."

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Haha no proofreading here we die like Eve.

Like and comment yall. These chapters take a while to write and always have between 1,400-1,900 words and I would really appreciate it if this story spread a bit.

Thx yall.

[wolferals]

🌼PRETTY BOY🌼

arón piper preference

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-„will you go out with me?" the curly haired boy asked you

-your friends were right behind you and you could hear them laugh at you two

-you turned around and shushed them

-the guys name was arón, a rather unpopular guy in your school

-he had talked to you a couple of times but your friends kept making fun of him for not being „hot" as they said

-he wasnt ugly either, he just didnt seem the type of guy you'd like. Looks wise and personality wise.

-he was super shy and you were popular in school

-you then turned back around to face him and then said:"i'll be leaving for my studies abroad next week. After the graduation i mean. Im sorry. But maybe when i come back?"

-he just nodded at you

-„okay." he looked pretty sad but all you did was tell the truth

-you were going to leave to Canada in less than 7 days

-but by telling him you'd date him once you came back, you were hoping he'd forget about you

-„okay have a great year then. See you at the graduation y/n." he smiled and then left

-your friends came over to you and bursted out laughing

-„so got yourself a boyfriend there?" your friend Emilia grinned

-„stop he's nice." you spoke

-„right." she laughed and put her arm around you

-„alright lets get some sushi."

*1 year later*

-you had come home from Canada 2 weeks ago and were currently in your room getting ready to meet your friends again

-since they had all been busy with their jobs or studies it took you two full weeks to all get back together

-it was around 3:30 when you walked into the coffee shop

-you spotted your friends right away and ran up to them

-„guys!" you smiled and hugged all of them

-„ohh y/n its so good to have you back! How was it girl?"

-you sat down and started telling them some stories that you didnt feel like telling them over the phone

-„man that sounds so good! My years been shit, my boss is an asshole. But at least I can afford my own coffee now." Julia joked

-„that sucks!" you exclaimed and kept talking to them about your guys' past year you havent spent together

-when the waitress approached your table you guys ordered your drinks and some muffins

-„so what about this Joey guy you met there?" Emma asked you all excited

-you laughed and then replied:"well he was a good guy and all but i met him a month ago and obviously i knew i was going to leave so we just hung out as friends."

-Julia leaned back and spoke:"girl come on. Judging from the picture you've sent me he was so your type."

-„yeah he was really cute but i dont want a long-distance relationship."

-your friends then kept ranting about how you shouldve shot your shot with Joey but you just rolled your eyes at them

-your friends didnt really change much but you learned a lot while you were gone

-personality wise

-you had met some real assholes at your school and realized that how some of your friends treated people was absolutely disgusting

-and that looks aren't everything

-and look wise as well

-from long (your hair color) hair you went to shoulder long hair with curtain bangs

-and your style went from „cute girly girl" to long coats, boots and turtlenecks

-comparing yourself to your friends right now you kind of figured out that you grew a lot over the last year

-you acted like a grownup now but your friends still acted like those highschool girls from back then

-„where are you going?" emma asked you when you got up

-„bathroom, be right back."

-you walked through the coffee shop to the bathroom when you suddenly heard your name

-„y/n?"

-you turned around to the guy who was sitting at a coffee table with his macbook

-„hey?" you asked not knowing why he knew your name

-„how are you?" the guy got up and smiled at you

-„im good how are you?" you asked trying to hide your confusion

-„how was canada?" he replied and looked you up and down

-„how do you know about canada?" you laughed

-he laughed as well and eventually spoke:"well you told me before the graduation, remember?"

-„arón?" you asked in shock

-he got taller

-and he was tan

-and his hair was shorter, sides trimmed, still curly hair though

-and he got really broad shoulders and a toned chest as far as you could judge through his shirt

-„yeah hi." he smiled

-„oh wow hey!"

-he invited you to sit with him but you excused yourself to go to the bathroom

-after you were done you went up to him again and said:"do you mind giving me your number so i can text you tomorrow? Im here with my friends, its our first time hanging out after i came back."

-he smiled at you and said:"of course sure, dont worry. Text me when you're free no?"

-you smiled back as he gave you his number

-„come here y/n." he said as you wanted to leave

-he pulled you into a tight hug

-it felt good for some reason

-he smelled good

-„was great seeing you again." he called after you

-you smiled back at him and walked back to your friends

-„who was that hottie?“ emma grinned as you sat down again

-„arón. The guy who kept asking me out last year.“

-„no way!“ julia basically screamed, making everyone look at her

-„damn he got hot.“ emma spoke and looked at him

-„maybe ill shoot my shot.“

-you looked at her in disbelief

-„you kept calling him a loser all the time.“ you said slightly pissed off

-„ya i know but i didnt know he‘d be so hot one day.“

-you couldn’t believe it

-„wow. Shallow much huh?“

-they all looked at you as if you had just confessed a murder

-„guys thats so rude. I just didnt go out with him because of Canada. But now he‘s „hot“ and suddenly you want to date him? Thats sad.“

-they still all stared at you

-„what‘s your problem y/n? I mean he‘s smokin look at him.“

-„i cant believe you guys. Grow up.“

-you grabbed your coffee and walked over to arón again

-„hey.“ you said and sat down

-he smiled at first but then saw your concerned face

-„you okay?“

-you nodded and then said:“ya im great. So, remember how i told you i‘d go out with you when i come back?“

-he laughed and replied:“Yeah but i figured you just said that to get rid of me. I mean you and your friends were always laughing at me.“

-your eyes widened

-„i never laughed. They did because apparently they‘re immature as hell. But no i actually meant it.“

-arón smiled and just looked into your eyes

-you‘ve never taken your time to appreciate his eyes

-they were golden brown

-really pretty

-and you noticed how his face got more structured and he had gotten rid of his slight acne he had last year

-his skin was really smooth

-puberty hit him like a truck

-„so okay. Do you want to go out with me?“ he asked after a while of silence and just intense staring

-you leaned back, looked him up and down and replied:“no sorry, i have a date with this guy back from school.“

-„oh.“ he just said

-obviously you meant him

-„have fun then.“ he spoke and looked down at his laptop

-you started laughing at how he didnt get it

-„bro its you.“

-he looked at you for a little until he started smiling widely, showing off his little toothgap

-you never noticed it before

-and youve never seen him smile like this (picture shown above)

-„okay then. Tomorrow at 8?“

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

There was this little boy. He was so so so bad.

Oh he was bad in the boys bunker.

Saint Luches complained to me he wanted to ring his little neck but he was too cute. But he was just smashing shit up all the time, making a mess and being disrespectful.

I went down i saw what he did and i said "oh he ain't too bad, put him in the girl's bunker"

"Are you kidding me? They'll all be dead by morning! Lets take him home with me. Ill whip him into shape"

"Oh i get to be a girl" oh he was a smart ass!! Oh he was gonna need a good fixing before he got too old.

"Oh I see why you wanna take him home. Hes kinda funny. It's been bored around the house kind of late"

"I know. Sex and food. Sex and food. I need something more substantial"

"Oh it's been great. I've loved it i must admit. But i love you and I might just love you, too, huh little girl?"

"Sex and food" he was tossing his head and mocking while i talked. I thought maybe he wasn't listening then he jumped and turned to face us "IM A BOY!" scared me He looked like he could kill me

"Oh i didn't know. Lets go. Keep on walking. Were almost there. Not too long now"

"Ima girl. Ima swish my hair" he tossed his shoulders and smoothed his hair down. But he twisted up his face all angry and did it. Which made it hilarious.

I tried to stifle a giggle.

He jumped in front of us again. We were both smiling this time, not worried about the future or the child between us.

"Alright let's go" he got between us and grabbed our arms and pulled us along fast. Boy walked fast for as tiny as he was.

Saint Luches looked at me wide eyes like OMG "these mood swings on this one What a wild one!!"

"Come on let's go" he chomped out at his throat

"Ohhhhh he's a cartoon"

"GI JOE, yep i hear it. Unfortunately he's the bad guy"

I Bent over at my waist "is that GI JOE, little one?"

"Come on let's go" he used the same gruff voice "what's this thing called?"

"An elevator"

"How did you know what he was asking about, babe?"

"He was looking up at the numbers"

"14th floor" said our little unknown soldier.

"Oh he's good. He knows what an elevator is used for. I wonder what his name is"

"My name's not Joe but you can call me Joe" he barged into our apartment with us.

"Oh this is gonna be fun!!" I wheeed myself in "you can put your coat here by the door"

"He leaves it on" saint Luches turned to tell me "wait wha???" He stopped and looked in wonder and amazement as the kid took off his coat

"Here you can put it on the hook up there. Im too short." Said the gruff boy "I always put it on when you get there because you take us outside you dummy dipshit"

"Woaaaah!! I love this kid already!! Hes so smart and kind! Totally gracious, too"

Saint Luches rubbed his face in agony like what the Hell did I do to my perfect life?!?!

"Dont worry, you're beautiful" I touched his arm as I passed from the foyer into the living room where he awaited for us, me and little dude.

"Are you two gonna have sex? My mom use to and ow my arm!"

I got on my knees next to him "Oh no. Here let me see it." I rubbed his long skinny arm "where does it hurt?"

"It doesn't i just wanted to see what you would do" still the gruff voice

"This isn't the first kid you brought home but this is the first lying one" I went to see saint Luches in the doorway.

"He barely did!!" Saint Luches complained "don't jump on the couch!! He's already called me a dipshit, too. And I'm gonna get him!!"

"Don't..." I put my hand on my forehead and turned, my hand sliding down my face as I did.

"Hey now I gotcha!!" He grabbed that kid off the couch and boy he started beating him about the head and shoulders. I can tell when Saint Luches is trying to be patient. And when he's really holding a temper. And when he's confused.

"Hey now, let's see. Come here" that little kid made sound effects as he latched onto my arm with his teeth. "He hasn't mentioned a dad. Just a mom. But apparently he doesn't like her either" i let little Joe tear At my arm and shake it in his mouth like a dinosaur. Pulling back hurts the kid with that tight a teeth grip and growing teeth shouldn't be damaged and in addition ripping my arm back increases the risk of ripping apart my arm in huge ways. Otherwise its bite marks and chew marks which heal much faster.

'What the hell!?!?!?!?" Saint Luches put the kid down "see? I told you! All dead by morning!!"

"He just needs some toys. Lets see what we have in the toy box by the window here"

"My mom's on drugs. I get toys"

"He can have them. Just leave you alone! God. What the Hell did i do here?!"

"The other boys will be here soon. You can ask them"

"My mom is on drugs. Yeah yeah yeah."

"Boys?"

"Just the Alan. I forgot the others.. Should be or are dead"

"My mom's on drugs. Yeah yeah yeah"

"What the Hell is he saying to you?"

"I know i heard you sweetie! My dad is a drug addict, too!"

"My mom, she says she's not an addict. Just on drugs, there's a difference. And we're not black. Just not white"

"That's okay. You can be any color you want to be"

"Nuh uh. I only stay one. I checked!!"

"Yeah don't you feel dumb?" Saint Luches asked.

"Why because idk how to change colors?" He crawled across the floor, "oh teach me wise one"

Saint Luches lost his funny bone with this one. I thought it was hilarious.

"Admit it! You want to laugh! Oh wise one bringing this lad to me!"

"He isn't wise! It was a joke!"

"At least the voice?! It makes it fun!"

"He's the evil guy on the cartoon show!"

"Well ask Alan. Because i don't think so, he's too smart. Plus he knew you were mad for him jumping on the couch"

"Oh jump on the couch" there he went.

"You deal with this one. You already been bit"

"Give me your hand. Now what do you want to do? Sit or get down? You could fall and get hurt"

"Fall? This is just like mine at home.. I thought"

"Its white!!" Saint Luches Makes so much sense to kids that are taught to jump on sofas then kidnapped.

"When this one is a little different sweetie. We prefer you didn't jump on it. So lets talk what's this guy's voice, the way you talk. Sound like, what does the cartoon character that most resembles your voice look like"

"Oh he's tall and nonchalant. He is for real. Let's watch see if it's on"

That little boy grew up into a man. He is on TV. He still pretends to be GI JOE, but in big kids style.

On SWAT. Criminal Minds.

He would be bad. And he would test patience and he used to be beat at home. He knew what a real ass whooping was.

I'd count if he didn't wanna get up and put away the toys. 1. 2.

"Can I watch tv still?"

"Pick up the toys it's still on"

3. 4.

"What number is it?"

"Oh i forgot. Now you be good so i don't have to count and I'll make some food/breakfast and we will eat on the floor in front of the white couch"

I made him pick up toys we left in the floor the night before. Then he Just took them right back out.

Saint Luches complained about them in the floor "hon, will you have him pick them up?"

"Sure babe" and he still complained.

I took him to work with me and we would watch cartoons till the last minute.

So Saint Luches got so mad. He said "im gonna go in late to work to see what you do to this kid. He's well behaved but there's toys all over the place"

He played with a doll. A block and 2 carton of cigarette boxes. That was it.

So he got us to time the cartoon and when 5 minutes was left he got the kid to put them under the TV

"Oh that was easy!! I thought you wanted him to do it as exercise. To practice! For when he went home or something and got old! Now you can quit bitching!"

Saint Luches was right, tho. He would killed those women. I had just finished telling him about a new lamp and how it was heavy. And he picked it up over his head. I didn't mention not to touch it. But i was in the floor when he decided to. Scared me to death.

Alan worked nights. So i started screaming for him cause i had just taken him breakfast in bed and he thought i was being dramatic

But really he just wanted to see how heavy the lamp really was.

I had been having bad dreams. We had just kicked Matt Hagan out for wanting to human traffic. And i kept dreaming he was going to go back for revenge. We had the new lamp and I had dreamed he attacked us with it. But kept plugging it in all over the house.

And I just saw his rage face when the kid had it.

It took saint Luches like 10 days to settle himself. Kids were not really his thing... Not kids he didn't understand.

Usually we sent most kids to the woman's side because all the girls fussed over the babies and young ones. So they were always mothered and taken care of.

I didn't have too much trouble with him. Usually he got his cars stuck in my hair if I forgot to pull it up. But he would drive them on my arms and shoulders.

I did take him to the doctor because he always gruffed the GI JOE voice. But the doctor said he didn't have damage and in time he would talk.

I had figured he felt either uncomfortable or comfortable and So he used a different voice than at home just because his life was different.

The doctor agreed it may be psychological. I Just wanted to ensure he didn't have a problem internally. So Saint Luches took him for the xrays the next day.

"He was fine. But he kept playing with those two empty cigarette cartons." Saint Luches told me

I told him they weren't cigarette boxes, they were cannons. Mac trucks, moving vehicles. They were every thing but empty cigarette cartons.

So Saint Luches bought him every thing under the sun. But still he wanted those empty cigarette cartons.

"Why?! Why?!? Why!?! Why do you do this to me?!?!" Saint Luches grabbed him by the shirt after crawling to him on his knees

"Because you tell me not to throw. I throw this you say good job. Paper airplane good job. Ball? Boy don't throw! I like all my toys to be throw. And lightweight" he said in a deep almost normal voice.

"See he's smart! And he listens to you!" I pleaded with him to find a happy medium.

So Saint Luches went into the toy box and pulled out all the toys the child could throw and put them seperate in a laundry hamper. "Throw. Throw. Throw. You can throw all these"

"But you told me this 'no throw' and this and this and this and this and this"

The child nearly emptied the hamper.

"Now what's he doing?"

"He is not negotiating with you. Hes telling you what you've told him before. I've seen him out the corner of my eye when we watch TV. Hes been testing you. Checking to see if you notice and what you say. I watch his face. Thats why we bought the lamp so I could see."

"So, what you're saying is I've told him no to throwing all these toys before?"

"Yup. No honey" i got down on the floor with them, unfortunately there was tears in the child's eyes 4 tears "HE is telling you. This is what you see he has said to you and i have repeated it. Okay babe?"

"So, now what do i do?"

"Reinforce"

I took each object and showed it to them both and said "throw?" Until the child nodded. And i put it in the basket. When it was full. I picked up all the items and threw them behind me. I didn't look. Just tossed them.

Then I asked Saint Luches to help me clean up.

Then they both sat in the floor with the basket between them. "Well! Don't just sit there! Throw"

And the kid tossed some balls. Into the floor a foot from him.

"No, Saint Luches. I want you to throw with him" i got a toy from the basket "baby look. Throw?"

"I just said that yeah!"

"Ok baby look let me see your hand" i put the ball in his hand and made his wrist move to throw the ball out onto the floor. "Come on you can do better than that!"

Took him 2 days to learn to play with the 6 year old (we guessed) child.

Eventually we got another basket and they practiced throwing across the room from basket to basket.

We had him for 2 and a half weeks before I took him to Michael Jackson and said "he needs to be in TV. He memorizes everything and he is so good at it. Even does voices and sound effects"

Michael looked at me quizzically "you never do this. Singing yeah but acting no."

"But he has a gift. A deep gift. Try him. Give him a script"

He did. He blew Michael's mind.

"Get me his parents! I gotta sign this kid up!"

"She's on drugs that's all i know"

"This..this kid is a drug baby?!? No way! No way! You're right! And he's black! Two boot! Yeah that's my man!"

"Where did you get him from?"

"He was driving Saint Luches crazy in the bunker so we took him home"

"You aren't supposed to just take kids home you know"

"The CIA knew"

"I was just giving you a hard time. I'm lucky you did! Were all gonna be rich off this gem!"

"He really is sweet too!"

Here i am in mom jeans with my little girl with the swishy hair.