#all about my papa and i

[rainymae523]

Story #1

It was a sunny day, as all days with Papa seemed to be. I was in High School, and he picked me up as we did often. He greeted me with a smile as always.

"Hi, Papa!"

"Hi, Sweetheart!"

We called my Great Grandma Baldwin, his mom, and told her we wanted to come see her. She said she was home and off we went, listening to 60s music on a CD I found at FYE for $5 that came with a second CD too that wasn't even supposed to be there. We sang to Bottle O' Wine and Peggy Sue and Maybelline, smiling the whole way as I rambled about school too.

We go in her house, and we can't come over without giving her a hug, so we all hug and sit to tell old stories.

They start with a story about how Great Grandma had a Tupperware party, and my Papa, being his fun-loving and mischievous self, walked in. My Great Grandma told him he smelled like shit, and he denied it. She did this about 3 times before he drops his pants in front of a bunch of ladies, just to prove that he didn't shit his pants and then pulled them up and walked away, knowing he'd be in for it later as he embarrassed his mom.

Then it led into a story of how he hopped out of a clung to the outside of a two story window, just to get out of trouble. My Great Grandma says he scared her so bad she had to give in as she pulled him in the window and told him not to do it again.

The stories fold into each other, one after another, as Papa got himself into trouble and defied the odds for so long. I just laugh with them as they look back and laugh at his mischievous shenanigans. While I saw Papa as my own version of Santa Claus, a playful, jolly old elf, the stories of when he was younger tell me that not much has changed besides his body.

Then he brings up how he had prostate cancer right around when I was born. They said his numbers were so high that no one could possibly survive, but he fought it and won. That was when I came to be. He said I gave him hope to keep going, and we've always been tight. He would go on to tell me he thinks that he survived the cancer just to be with me. I always believed that. With my whole heart.

But at the end of the stories, he would take me back to my mom's with the sunset, where I couldn't leave without getting a hug.

"See ya later, Papa! Buh bye! Let's hang out again tomorrow!"

"See ya later, sweetheart, buh bye! I love ya!"

"Love you too, Papa! I'll call you at lunch time!"

[bribinart]

hear me out hear me out hear me out..... dracopia but it's the dracula (1992) rendition (prints!)

[aroaceleovaldez]

Nico referring to his mom as "Mama" implies he most likely at least used to refer to Hades as "Papa" and i 100% headcanon he still does but mostly in the manner of him having the entire Underworld wrapped around his finger for being the baby of the family

[copia]

endless ghifs 31/? ⛧ source — Papa Emeritus III and audience participation

[conjuring-ghouls]

Them filthy rodents are still coming for your souls (x)

[mardyart]

papas are teaching italian to ghouls

[dollypopup]

that 'have you ever been punished as a child?' line Pen drops hits different when you realize that in the books, Colin was horsewhipped by his father the morning before he died and then went to Eton where they literally had something called 'flogging Fridays' during the time he attended

like Julia, Miss. Quinn, what do you mean you just threw that information in as a random throwaway line that is never mentioned again? do you not realize how WILD that makes Colin's background?

He was twelve years old??? His dad saw him hitting Eloise and then horsewhipped him, and after horsewhipping his twelve. year. old. son. he then goes to comfort Eloise by taking a walk with her and the bee stings him and he fucking dies

Colin would be out here blaming himself for that death forever are you kidding me???? Wondering if he didn't hit his sister (when they're children playing together), would his Dad still be alive? Would he still have gone on that walk? Would he still have passed away as Colin sat sobbing in the stables, hurt by his hand?

And then he goes to Eton where the only time he had off was 3 weeks around Christmas, but still has to stay there, and 3 weeks in the summer when he can finally go home to Aubrey Hall?

This timeline is BONKERS. Like. . .we know Edmund dies not too long before Hyacinth is born, and she's born May/June. Colin's birthday? Yeah, it's in March. So you mean to tell me, the order of events of all this mess could be as followed: Edmund horsewhips Colin when he's 12 years old (sometime before March), he DIES that same day, Colin turns 13 (in March), Hyacinth is born (in June), and not a few months later Colin has to go to Eton (after the summer break. Social season is Spring and Summer, and ends either July or August, so let's be merciful here and say he leaves in August) and doesn't come back for an entire year?

You mean to tell me this boy has had what? Half a year to get over his father's death after he whipped him for a minor infraction and then he's waltzing into an institution where canings and whippings and floggings and bullying are the norm when he's a teeny tiny little boy?

How is this man not filled to the GILLS with trauma???? No wonder he's so close to his mum and listens to the women around him more than the men and never talks about his dad. And he still turns out so nice and empathetic and kindhearted? He still listens so much to Pen and is so gentle with her and has a good sense of humor and cares so deeply?

That man is never raising a hand to their children. He probably won't even raise his voice at their children. Oh my god.

[emblazons]

"Do you not see, Eleven?"

El & 001 + Mike Wheeler & Martin Brenner Parallels see also: Vecna' using El's trauma to manipulate(!) her ⤷ inspired by @heroesbyler & my own commentary (x)

[drapopia]

THINKING THOUGHTS TODAY

i know we have all seen copia in his tracksuit playing his video games, and he’s surely adorable BUT

please consider for your viewing pleasure: copia wearing his tracksuit with a little tank top underneath, laid back on his futon while you relqx beside him, your legs draped over his while he plays his games. he’s slouched against the cushion, the tank top barely riding up and exposing just a peek of his happy trail, silver and light brown ringlets of hair in a delicious little blanket. while he isn’t as skinny as he was in his younger days, you can see where the underlying planes of muscle are defined under the fabric, a soft padding of flesh above it (a testament to his life and how much he has enjoyed living).

and his legs! oh, they look so deliciously packed into those sweatpants. sturdy muscle from gallivanting on stage, sculpted into soft places for you to enjoy (and certainly for him to enjoy as well). the urge to just peel them off right now, though he looks so focused on his game! “dr. mario is some intense stuff!” he teases you.

but he certainly will not say no to you leaning up and running your hands under the shirt, a veritable eden of warmth and softness, though he may hiss and whine “amore, your hands are so cold!” but copia, you’re warming them up! ah, now he understands. surely your hands and more will be burning with a much different heat sooner than later

[padfootastic]

my sirius & harry thought of the day:

harry kept that firebolt alive for all 137 years of his remaining life through sheer willpower and magical strength. he did not let a single twig of it die off. not only was he absolutely unhinged about taking care of it, not letting anyone near it after 5th year, but he also basically single-handedly reinvented the field of broom-crafting just so he could keep his godfather’s gift to him alive. he didn’t do anything with this skill, basically driving everywhere who knew him spare bc !!! ‘harry do u know what u just did? most brooms don’t last over 6-7 years, not even a fraction of that if used at the pace and frequency as u. if u could just—‘

and he just flat out shuts them up bc how does he tell them that the reason his firebolt is still alive is bc sirius’ love runs thru it and harry would die himself before he let it bc he can’t lose the last piece of sirius he has left. he cannot perform this miracle on any other broom, tho he can probably make the single best non-sirius-gifted broom that the WW has ever seen just bc of how extensive his knowledge is now

and the thing, right, is he doesn’t keep the firebolt locked up in some display like some artefact. sirius would’ve never wanted that. his dad would’ve hated it. brooms were meant to be flown. so fly, he does. wonderfully. it’s forever his primary broom and he puts it thru all the paces, keeping up with all sorts of newer, flashier, pro models w utter ease.

it’s like this: when he uses this firebolt, it feels like perhaps he has his godfather back for just a second. and harry is forever weak to that feeling.

[rainymae523]

(Today's the last day! Happy birthday, Papa! You would've been 78 today!)

Finale Story

Papa never thought his birthday was a big deal, but I always made an effort to go see him and go out to lunch or dinner with him. I told him all birthdays are worth celebrating because that means you've experienced a whole new year of new things. He would say it just makes him a year older, and he didn't want to get any older.

But when it came to my birthday, he would come over and give me some birthday money when I got a bit old for kid presents, and he'd make sure he got to see me on my birthday.

Growing up on my birthday, he'd probably bring me blue or something with butterflies on it. Those were always my favorite. If it was a blue butterfly, it was even better.

But just like any other day, he always made sure my birthday was special. I tried to make sure his was too. As the last birthday I got to spend with him came around, I had my job at Taco Bell at the time, and I made sure I was off so I could pay for him to get some dinner. He was very stubborn in telling me I didn't have to pay, but I did anyway.

I got my stubbornness from him, so he had to deal with it. It was his birthday, and I could pay, so I was going to. I didn't get him anything because if he wanted something, he just bought it himself, so he was impossible to shop for anyway. But I'd manage to get him little thing here and there too, especially if it was a car shirt with a Nova like his on it. Those were his favorite.

You'd be hard pressed to not see him in some kind of car shirt normally. Though, unfortunately, since my biological dad cleared out a lot of his clothes and things before I get over to help, I wasn't able to keep any of the car shirts, but I did grab one of his shirt jackets he loved to wear around Christmas because it's red and black.

Anyway, happy birthday, Papa, from wherever you are now. I still miss you like hell. There are always days I wish I could see you again, even if just to hear you say that everything will be okay.

[llittletingoddess]

I wasn't ready for a new cigars' promotion (I'm still not okay after the b&w one) ❤️

[styona]

[copia]

endless ghifs 6/? ⛧ source — "So if you meet me, have some courtesy; have some sympathy, and some taste!"

[rexscanonwife]

This post is genuinely so fucking obnoxious I can't STAND the tone of it and I hate posts that basically bait people into putting themselves down DO NOT FALL FOR IT

YOU CAN PULL ALL OF YOUR F/OS DO YOU HEAR ME

ALL OF THEM

[nocturnalhe]

been thinking about vampires day and night