Y’know what I want to read? A fic where Pip is in the process of meeting his new adoptive parents. It’s a good experience, nothing goes wrong & everything is nice :)
The boy wrung the bottom of his blazer nervously, keeping his head low and chewing his bottom lip. He had been so excited; for today was the day he was finally going to meet his potential adoptive parents! But now, as he was standing a mere few feet in front of the couple, a nervousness overtook that previous excitement. Would they like him? Would he be good enough for them? Would he be a good fit for their family? All these questions were buzzing around in his head, increasing his worry.
He was brought out of his thoughts as the woman, blonde hair pulled into a bun while her bangs fell around her gentle face, framing it just right, spoke up softly.
“Hello dear,” she said with a smile, “what’s your name?”
Keeping his head low but looking up in surprise to meet her eyes, he quietly responded in an accent that was very similar to hers.
“Pip, ma’am.” Some of his nervousness remained, but it was steadily being replaced with a sense of astonishment and awe.
“That’s a lovely name, dear!” She smiled warmly.
Shuffling ever so slightly, the boy bashfully kicked the ground beneath him as he chuckled nervously. “Thank’ye, ma’am. My real name is actually Philip, but everyone calls me Pip, because they hate me, so I just tend to stick with that. N-not that I mind, though!” He stammered, noticing the familiar look of pity upon the woman’s face, and he noticed, was on the man’s too.
The look remained on her face a moment longer before she let it melt back into one of reassurance. “Do you wish to be called Philip?” She regarded him gently; cautiously. He appreciated that, and let himself relax.
“Sometimes.” The last time he could remember being called by his real name was when Joe had hugged him goodbye at the docks the morning he had left for the states, tearfully telling him that he was “gonna do great things!”. He smiled thoughtfully at the memory. “I wouldn’t mind it”.
“Well then, Philip it is then!” She exclaimed, and took a step forward holding out a hand. “My name is Eleanor. It is so very nice to finally meet you, Philip! We’ve been very excited.” She motioned to her husband, a tall brunet, who gave a friendly wave in response.
The boy hesitated for just a moment, before lifting his head and stepping forward, carefully taking her hand in his, and shaking it in greeting. She smiled as she knelt down to his level, and he could tell just from her behavior thus far that she was being genuine. He smiled, and his handshake grew more confidant.
This one, he felt, would finally work out okay in the end.
He was sure of it.
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So I'm leaving work and something darts in front of me, maybe 10ft away, too fast for me to see what it is. Peek around the tree blocking my path and I see this
Just like... a whole ass hawk. Dude's gotta be about 1.5ft tall. Massive fucking bird. And it's just staring me straight in my soul like this, even as I try to move ahead. It didn't budge. And there's only this path back to my car unless I want to walk on a busy highway. So I have the option of Death By Raptor or Death By Truck.
So I walk in the poison ivy filled patch off the sidewalk. Guy still isn't moving. Still staring me directly in the eyes. And I do this thing when animals are behaving strangely where I'll talk to them, so I'm just like, "Hey, man. I don't know you. You don't know me. This feels really threatening. I'm just trying to get to my car, dude. Can I get some space please? You're a big fucking bird. I see those claws. You could kill me right now, but I'd appreciate if you didn't, ok?"
It didn't move until I was about 2ft away. Again: I'm as far from it as I can be without walking into the street. It clearly wasn't going to budge. I walk past, thing flies up (silent, btw. Scary) and lands on a brick wall a little further ahead
Anyway. Weird guy. Nearly shit my pants when I noticed a bird big enough to carry off a fully grown cat was just... there, staring me in the face, unwilling to move away from me, a human, something it should see as a threat. I watched behind me the whole rest of the way to my car, just in case this bird decided to help me shed this mortal coil. 10/10 experience. Super cool guy.
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"For a moment or two I could see nothing, as the shadow of a cloud obscured St. Mary’s Church and all around it. Then as the cloud passed I could see the ruins of the abbey coming into view; and as the edge of a narrow band of light as sharp as a sword-cut moved along, the church and the churchyard became gradually visible. Whatever my expectation was, it was not disappointed, for there, on our favourite seat, the silver light of the moon struck a half-reclining figure, snowy white."
Mina and Lucy in the kirkyard at Whitby, August 11th.
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