#not even gifted kindergartners

[gretchensinister]

Adventures in scifi book club:

Kindergartners aren't...like...that...

[strawbeerossi]

Stuffing Stockings

Pairing: Wife!Reader x Husband!Spencer

Description: Spencer and you have been married for ten years with a beautiful six year old daughter. Whenever she gives you her Christmas list, you notice something new on the list and bring it up to your husband.

Content/Warnings: Dad!Spencer, discussions of expanding family, interest in being pregnant/wanting another baby, breeding kink, oral sex (f rec), penetrative sex, mention of failed test and disappointment, happy ending.

Word Count: 3.5K

Merry Christmas, my sweeties! Santa T is giving you a present because of how much I love you all!

“Mama, I have my Christmas list ready!” Matilda announced, a bright smile on her face revealing the front tooth that the tooth fairy had recently come to take. She was a spitting image of Spencer, beautiful honey colored irises and soft brunette curls that framed her face, not to mention her intellect and her determination that no doubt her father had an influence on. 

“Your Christmas list? You’re early,” You smiled fondly as you looked over at the flower filled calendar on the wall closest to the stove, your coffee cup held comfortably between your hands. “Let me hear it, come on!” You urge on, an excited grin on your face. 

You always loved Christmas, however having Matilda just made the holidays so much better. Nothing compared to seeing her excitement whenever you’d place wrapped gifts under your Christmas tree, or when you’d ask her to help you make Christmas treats that her and Spencer would end up eating just days after they were made. 

You wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

“Well. I would like an American Girl doll, Rebecca Rubin to be exact.” Not a surprise. She loved dolls, her father spoiling her with any accessory or set she asked for. “And then I would like some light up sneakers, please. Sam has some at school and I think they are so cool!” She continued. The rest of the things she lifted were usual for a little girl. Until she got to the last thing on that list. 

“And then I want a little brother or sister.” She concluded, a wide grin on your face. The mere suggestion had you nearly choking on the mouthful of coffee, your eyes widening some. “Uncle Luke and aunt Penny said that I have to write it in my list so it happens!” 

Penelope and Luke. Classic. 

“A baby brother or sister?” You repeated, watching those beautiful curls bounce as the kindergartner nodded her head. “You do know that they won’t be here in time for Christmas if that happens, right?” You asked, wanting to break it gently to her that even if she got what she wanted, it would be well past Christmas before she got a sibling. 

“Oh. I know. Babies grow in mommy’s bellies for nine whole months. Which seems like a long time but I think it’ll go by fast! Oh please, mama?! A baby would be cute and cuddly, even whenever they are cranky!” 

The begging was tugging at your heart. She really wanted this, didn’t she? You and Spencer were financially stable enough for you to stay home while he worked with the BAU, not to mention that you both could definitely handle Matilda and a new baby. “You know I have to talk to daddy about this before we make a decision.”

After that, the idea of another baby was stuck in your mind. Your first pregnancy was rough, however you still really did enjoy the process of growing a future scholar who would change the world. Just thinking about it had you reminiscing, especially when it came to being pregnant. You could remember every appointment, the announcement to your friends and families, all the excitement that you and Spencer felt with every heartbeat and every little kick. 

Your husband had gotten home relatively early on a Saturday evening after a long case in Tampa, Florida. He was toeing his shoes off by the front door in an effort to surprise you and Matilda, the two of you unaware he was even coming home today. You were in the kitchen making dinner while your shared daughter was at the table, happily coloring in her new coloring book. 

 It was a blissful sight, the domesticity of it all bringing normalcy to Spencer’s busy and sometimes abnormal feeling life. “You two look peaceful,” He decided to speak up, Matilda quickly turning in her chair to look at her father. With a wide smile and teary eyes, she was quickly leaping from the chair to run into your husband’s expecting arms. “Hi!” He chuckled fondly while kissing her cheek sweetly. 

“I missed you!” She whined out, keeping a tight hold on her father. “I thought you weren’t gonna home until after Christmas!” She added on, making Spencer’s heart drop. He loved his job but he hated being away for what could’ve been weeks at a time. That was the hardest part. 

“Hey, I’m home now and I’m gonna be here for Christmas. I promise. In fact,” He was picking up Matilda while resting her on his hip. “I need to see your Christmas list!” He grinned while bouncing his daughter. “Mama, where’s the list?” Spencer then asked as he turned his attention to you. 

“Oh, mama needs to talk to you about that!” The six year old in his arms perked up, making Spencer look at you with an amused, yet questionable look. 

“Talk to me? About what? Don’t tell me that Tilly wants to get a car or something already.” Spencer teased. A car might’ve been easier convincing depending on how he felt about expanding the family. 

“Not exactly a car,” You laughed a bit while grabbing the list that had been neatly folded and stuck to the fridge with a magnet. “She wants a new American girl doll, a new accessory set to go with said doll, light up sneakers, a dollhouse,” You paused while reading over the last item. “And a baby brother or sister.” 

Spencer felt like the items on the list were easy enough. A doll, some accessories, a dollhouse and sneakers. He could knock that out with just one shopping trip. However whenever he heard the last item, his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. “A new brother or sister, huh?” He asked slowly, glancing at the little girl who smiled widely. 

“I know the baby won’t be here for Christmas, daddy.” Matilda just knew by the look in his eyes that he didn’t wanna break the news she’d have to wait for that. Her reassurance had him taking in a breath of relief though. That little girl was too smart for her own good. 

“Well. That’s a big decision. You think you’re ready to be a big sister? Cause babies are a lot of work.” Spencer asked, a smile on his face at her sheer excitement he was entertaining the idea. “They cry a lot. Plus, they always need a lot of attention. That’ll mean that sometimes mama and daddy will be busy with the baby.” He said softly while rubbing her back. 

“I know and it’s okay! Babies need more help because they can’t really eat on their own or go potty in the bathroom, so that’s why you and mommy will need to pay extra attention sometimes. But babies are small and cute! And they always want cuddles!” Now that sounded like something Penelope Garcia would say of course she’d gotten to Matilda about the idea. She was just saying at the office that she was wanting another baby around. 

You offered a smile. “Well, it sounds like you’ve put a lot of thought into it, Tilly! You know that me and dad have to talk about it though, as grownups.” You added, although judging by your husband’s wide smile and the twinkle in his eye, he was already sold on the entire Christmas list. Well, maybe this was easier to convince than a new car. 

After dinner and baths were in order, it  wasn’t long before you and Spencer were tucking Matilda into bed for the night. Gently closing the door behind you both, Spencer finally turned his attention to you. “A new baby. Wow..” He brought up the idea immediately, his arms gently wrapping around your waist. “How do you feel about the idea?” 

You smiled, body leaning back against his as you let out a soft hum of content. “Well, at first I was wary. Then the more I thought about it.. The more I really wanted it.” You said softly, head tilting up to face him more. “I mean, I think we’ve got this parenting thing down. Plus, I miss being pregnant and having a baby around. I feel like it’s going to be a positive change for us. Parents of two.”

That was all Spencer needed to hear to have him sold completely. “I agree. We are pretty good at this.” He chuckled a bit while moving to press a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s always fun trying too, huh? Maybe All our practicing will pay off.” He teased, making you laugh as you were playfully hitting his arm. “Hey! I’m just saying what we are both thinking!” He laughed in return. 

The both of you had retired to your bedroom for the night, gently closing the door behind you both. “It’s so good to have you home. I’ve missed you.” You sighed, offering a smile as you were heading over to sit on the edge of your shared bed. “It’s just not the same without you home but I know you have to save the world.” You smiled fondly, watching as your husband was shedding from his clothes. 

“I know, honey. I miss being home with you and Tilly more than anything when I have to be gone.” Spencer expressed his own feelings before heading over to you, kneeling in front of you with a soft smile. “But I’m glad to be home now,” He began, pressing kisses to your legs while getting settled between them. His hands were working on the button of your shorts before tugging them down your legs. “Besides, I’m gonna be here for the holidays and I even took the time off to make sure of it.” He hummed, his kisses moving to your inner thighs. 

“Working on the list early, I see.” You teased, brushing the mop of brunette curls from your husband’s face as he was playfully nipping on your plush inner thigh, lifting his head. 

“Guilty. I feel like this is the most expensive present Tilly is getting.” He teased, the both of you sharing a little giggle before he was going right back to where he started. 

Those kisses ended with your hips being tugged close to the end of the bed, his tongue lapping over your clothed clit. “God, I’ve missed you.” He murmured, hands working to tug your panties down your legs. Spencer was absolutely pleased with the sight of your glistening pussy, mouth salivating at the sight. It had been far too long for his liking. 

“Pretty girl. You look like you’ve missed me too.” He purred, tongue moving to flick over your throbbing bud, only chuckling as you were already clutching his hair. He didn’t make an effort to tease you long, tongue already delving into the warmth of your cunt as he was so focused on drinking every ounce of your essence, taking whatever you had to give him. 

“Spencer, fuck.” You squeaked, legs practically locking around his head to keep him in place as he was too drunk on lapping and sucking at your desperate pussy. The thought of a new baby excited him in more ways than one. 

There was the calm and innocent way that just had him thrilled to have a new baby and expand your beautiful family. Then there was the dirty and not so innocent side of him that knew there would be a lot of nights where he was stuffing your pussy just in an effort to get that positive test. Just the thought of his cum dripping down your trembling thighs was enough to have him hard as a rock, his cock begging for attention while he was so focused on giving you all of his. 

While his tongue feverishly lapped at your wetness, his hands were gripping your hips just a little tighter. Truth be told, Spencer could get off merely from cunnilingus alone. He fed off of your pleasure, the way you would shove his head more into your weeping cunt for more was enough to make his cock twitch in his boxers right now. 

Although even through all the excitement, he was soon pulling away from your pussy much to both of your dissatisfaction. “I feel like I’m gonna cum in my boxers and I’m not wasting what I could be giving you,” He added on, breathing labored as he was quickly getting up to shed his boxers while you were quick to do away with your clothes on your torso, shirt and bra thrown somewhere out of sight and out of mind. 

With one hand tugging at his cock, the other was quickly helping you scoot back on your bed, knowing you’d end up flying off if he dared pull you even just an inch closer from your current spot. 

“Comfortable?” He asked, watching you simply grab his arm to pull him on top of you. You didn’t even mind the feeling of his body crushing you for a split second, you knew that you needed him, now. Spencer was adjusting himself into a more comfortable position on top of you, his hand sliding between your thighs. He collected some of your arousal on his fingers before holding them up to show them off to you. 

You knew what was coming next, your mouth now open as you were waiting for the intrusion of his fingers. He learned it was the easiest way to keep you quiet when you needed to be. As you took the digits in your mouth, you were sucking on his fingers. “There we go.” Spencer praised as he was shifting, now pushing his leaking cock into your pussy with a soft groan. 

“I love you.” He breathed, letting his hips slowly snap against yours just to build you up for what was to come. Your face was contorted in pleasure as you muffled an ‘I love you’ around his fingers in return. 

The thought of you being pregnant was bringing out an animalistic side of your normal gentle husband. He loved seeing you pregnant with your first, it made him feel like he was finally contributing to society in the aspect of bringing another potential genius into the world who would do amazing things. The way you looked swollen with his child filled him with pride. 

It was also a bragging right. Yes, he had your hand in marriage but he also cemented the fact you were his. You were getting filled with his cum, begging him to ravage you the way you deserved. He was the only one who could make you feel good. 

The thought of you being pregnant with his second child was enough to make his thrusts get harder and faster. It was the ultimate act of love to carry his child, to raise a family with him. The ultimate act of intimacy of allowing him to know the pleasures of a family and a successful marriage. 

You were squirming underneath him, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Spencer was all too focused on the images flooding his mind. “I’m gonna cum.” He panted. “You want me to fill you up? Give you a baby? Fuck.” Cursing was pretty rare for Spencer but just the mere slip of a curse word had your pussy clenching around his cock, signaling you were ready as well. 

With a few more sloppy snaps of his thrusts, you could feel the warmth of his spent flooding your cunt, your legs trembling as the sensation was enough to have you reaching your climax. “Fuck.” You panted, your husband’s fingers now being pulled out of your mouth. 

His face was flushed, brunette curls plastered to his sweaty forehead as he looked down at you. “You know, I wish we had this idea before. Christmas is coming up so soon, we won’t even be able to get a positive test for her in time for the holiday if we get lucky after this time.” 

“I think that Tilly is gonna be happy either way, to be fairly honest. You should’ve seen the way she looked at me when she was asking for a new sibling. She was so excited.” You recalled, smiling in content as you were slowly, but surely, catching your breath.

With soft eyes, Spencer leaned down to press a sweet kiss against your lips. “I’m really happy she brought it up first. I’ve been wanting another baby for a while but I didn’t want you to feel obligated.” The confession had your hand lightly swatting at your husband’s chest.

“Why didn’t you talk to me before?! I never would’ve felt obligated. I’ve always wanted a big family, you know that.” 

The reassurance had your husband chuckling fondly. “I know, I know. I promise that for the next little Reid, I’ll get to you before our daughter.” He teased, nose nuzzling into your cheek before he was pushing himself out of bed. “Let’s go get you cleaned up, mama.”

—--

It was currently the third week of January, Matilda freshly back in school for the second semester. It was after you dropped Tilly off at school that you were feeling off. You’d been sick the past week or so, mostly just chalking it up to be a bug Matilda seemingly brought home. The more awful you felt, the more you were worrying. Being pregnant wasn’t a problem at all, however the way you would get your hopes up would be.

You’d pushed the idea back for a while, it wasn’t until you were sick for the fifth time that you figured that the test would be better than nothing. You’d only gotten one negative, however with the brain of your husband and his facts about conception, he still gave you some hope.

The sound of the timer going off in the bathroom snapped you out of your thoughts. It was now or never. As you approached the bathroom, you could feel your heart begin to race. If you were pregnant, that would be the best little surprise for your little family. If not, well, you’d at least get to be heartbroken in peace.

Taking in a deep breath and mustering up all of your courage, you were lifting the test from the sink. You felt like you were going to be sick from a mixture of your ailment as well as the nerves. You exhaled the breath you took in seconds before, eyes fixed on the test.

Pregnant.

You nearly fainted, free hand covering your mouth from the surprise. Pregnant, you’re pregnant. Pregnant!!!!

You were thrilled, the test being tucked away in its box before you were hiding it away. You were going to have to show Spencer and Matilda when they got home. You didn’t have the strength to keep it a huge secret and put a surprise together, they needed to know as soon as possible. 

Spencer had gotten to go home early in order to pick up Matilda, something rare that Emily gave him the chance to do considering he was away so much as is. If only those two knew what they were coming home to. 

You were just getting finished with a snack for your daughter whenever you heard the sound of keys jingling in the door. It’s now or never!

“We are home!” The little voice called from the living room, the child taking off her coat and backpack before making sure to hang them up.

“Hi you two.” You offered a smile, pressing a kiss to your daughter’s cheek, followed by a quick peck on your husband’s lips. “Tilly, I have you a snack.” She hummed fondly, watching the little brunette hurry to the table. “You might wanna sit down as well,” You informed your husband, who raised an eyebrow. 

Without question, he’d approached the table before sitting himself down. “Are we in trouble?” He teased, making you roll your eyes fondly.

“No. I just have something I need to tell you both.” You hummed, grabbing the wrapped box from the counter before placing it on the table. “I found this in the closet. It was addressed to you two, I think we forgot it around Christmas.”

“Forgot it? Mama, we never forget presents.” Matilda spoke around a mouthful of apple slices, although her curiosity was piqued as she leaned against the table. “Open it, daddy!” She urged.

As the colorful wrapping paper was peeled away, the male was opening the box. He knew what it was, however he wanted Matilda to have the first big reaction. The minute that the stick was on the table, you could practically see Matilda’s eyes pop out of their sockets from surprise. “Does that say pregnant?!” She asked, looking at her mother with a wide smile. “There’s a baby?!” 

Her excitement made you want to cry your eyes out. “There’s a baby!” You gushed happily. “Now, I still have to go to the doctor because I don’t have specifics just yet,” You began, although your daughter was all too happy to quickly run into your body, arms wrapped around your torso. 

“We are gonna have a baby!!!!”

[harunayuuka2060]

Malleus: *seems worried about something*

Lilia: ...

Lilia: Is there something wrong, Malleus?

Malleus: Do you think my spouse hates me?

Lilia: Huh?

Malleus: Grandmother asked them to sign a prenuptial agreement, which they did, and after the wedding, I hadn't been able to talk to them since.

Lilia: Oh. That's nothing to get worried about, Malleus. Even if it was a political marriage, I'm sure that MC didn't have an ounce of hatred against you. *smiles at him reassuringly*

Malleus: *pouts* But still, I thought we had already established friendship towards each other.

Lilia: *chuckles* Why not invite them over so you can talk this through?

Malleus: What if they reject my invitation?

Lilia: They won't.

MC: Is there a problem?

Malleus: ...

MC: *frowns a little* What's with that look? Were you not expecting me to come here?

Malleus: No, no. Of course not. I was expecting that you would decline my invitation.

MC: Why? Do I have any reason to?

Malleus: No. But why did you sign the prenuptial agreement without consulting me?

MC: Eh, that wasn't a big deal.

Malleus: Then why didn't you talk to me for weeks after the wedding?

MC: Ah. I was so busy fending off my greedy family that I almost forgot that I already got married to you.

Malleus: Oh. So... you don't hate me?

MC: ...

MC: *bursts out laughing*

Malleus: *pouts* What?

MC: What are you? A kindergartner?

Malleus: *pouts even more*

MC: Ha... Anyway, are you busy today?

Malleus: No. I have finished all my work, and there's nothing to do afterward.

MC: Great. Come with me. I'll treat you to an ice cream.

Malleus: *his eyes sparkle* Ice cream?

MC: Yeah. My apology gift for being absent for a while.

Malleus: *cutely chuckles*

[mylovelyhyunjin]

Happy Birthday Hyunjin

240320 🎂🥳✨

Translation of Hyunjin's birthday interview :

❔ : Happy birthday! Share you thoughts about your 2024 birthday

🥟 : thanks to stays, who care about my birthday even more than me, I think it will be a really happy day.

❔ : What’s the first song you want to listen to on 240320?

🥟 : lately I’ve been obsessed with Oasis so I think I’ll listen to a song of theirs that day too. I hope stays will guess the song’s title!

❔ : it feels like yesterday when you were wearing yellow kindergartner clothes, and now suddenly you’re in the mid of your twenties. What do you think about living day by day?

🥟 : when I was younger I tried not to waste a single day, to the point where I a bit hard on myself, but I have changed my mind as I’ve grown older. Now I think it’s already really good if I can be happy at least once every day.

❔ : what gift do you want to give to yourself? And share with us what would you write on a letter you would attach to the gift.

🥟 : the gift would be pause and peace. And the content of the letter would be “spend a happy day so today is not different from yesterday”.

❔ : if you were to sleep very well on the night of your birthday, what kind of dream would you have?

🥟 : if I spent the day as happily as I had hoped, I think I’d sleep a deep sleep with no dreams.

❔ : if you wrote a diary entry on the birthday you remember the most out of your 25, what was the first sentence? And what would the first sentence be in the diary entry of the future birthday you are anticipating the most?

🥟 : I didn’t write a diary entry on the birthday I remember the most, and now I regret it a little. But if I had written it, the first sentence would have been “today was so exciting”. If I were to write a diary entry for the future birthday I am anticipating the most, I think the first sentence would be “I was happy today”.

❔ : if stray kids were to grant you a wish for your birthday, what would the wish be?

🥟 : let’s go on a trip~

❔ : Share what you want to tell stays on 240320.

🥟 : sometimes it scares me a bit that a day might come where I get used to the love I get from stays. So that doesn’t happen, I won’t lose sight of my original goals and I will do my best on stage. Thank you for wishing me a happy birthday every year.

[cr.hnbn_translated]

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[an0nfr0mth3d3n]

QSMP ZOMBIE AU: The School

(whatever I’m adding the kids I don’t care)

Mr. MC, or just “Fit” as he insisted everybody called him, was stuck on detention duty on the day the world as he knew it ended. There were very few people in the building still, just Mr. Halo, Mr. Underscore, Principal Minecraft, Ms. Kitten, and Ms. Mouse.

Oh and the 10 troublemaking kids in front of him.

Well, 5 of them were technically innocent and waiting for their parents to take them home, but all in all these kids were pretty troublesome.

Fit sighed, leaning back in his cheap roller chair and propped his heavy boots up on the desk.

He was one of the more lenient teachers when it came to detention, and it showed.

Dapper and Ramon had been flicking tiny pieces of paper at each other, which had turned to large crumpled up pieces of paper, which had turned into pencils, and even an apple was lobbed back and forth a couple of times.

Richarlyson and Pepito (how a kindergartner managed to get detention was beyond him) were also beefing in the back in what was probably a friendly manner, although Fit did have to reprimand Richas for trying to smack his younger brother with a meterstick.

Leo was still chewing on bubblegum, refusing to spit it out even when threatened, and given, overtime at school. She, like Fit, also had her feet propped up on the desk tables, despite Fit having half heartedly told her off for doing so several times.

Fit rolled his eyes fondly at the antics of the kids in detention, and looked towards the back where the innocents were happily hanging out, waiting for their parents.

Sunny was doing some…color by number app on her iPad her father had bought for her, Empanada looking over her shoulder and snacking on her honey teddy grahams.

Pomme was busy writing in her journal. That girl sure had discipline when it came to journaling every day, Fit never saw her without the leather-bound book, a gift from one of her parents. Fit assumed she was here because Mr. Halo, the only American in the platonic French polycule that parented Pomme, was staying late grading some papers.

Tallulah had her recorder out, practicing the fingerings for the new song that Ms. Mouse had assigned for the class. She had a concentrated expression as her fingers danced along the instrument, silently miming out the song.

And Chayanne was…..

Fit furrowed his brow, sliding his legs off the table and sitting upright. Chayanne was staring out the window, a concerned expression on his face.

No, that wasn’t concern…

That was fear.

Fit stood to his feet, calmly stretching his back. No use in stressing out the kiddos, and if it was cause for concern, panic would only make the situation ten times worse. Still, he could feel the attention of 9 children on him as he calmly walked to the window, placing a gentle hand on Chayanne’s back, who jumped under the touch.

Fit cast his gaze out to the playground which the window was facing, and felt his stomach clench in fear.

There was a man stuck in the climbing bars of the playground structure, stumbling and gnashing his teeth. His right arm was twisted painfully out of place, caught in the bars of the structure, and his legs on every drunken step pushed to meet the ground, sometimes without even waiting for the foot to touch ground, foot bending to the side in a way that made Fit wince. Now that he realized, the man was making noises, loud, ragged, inhuman sounds that curdled around a bloodied throat, foam spitting from the mouth.

Chayanne tugged on Fit’s leather jacket, grabbing his attention.

“Mr. Fit, I’m gonna go find my Dad. I…left my lunchbox in his office.”

Fit pursed his lips. “…Okay. Be safe. Go straight there okay? The janitor waxed all the other floors so I would want you to get hurt.”

Chayanne nodded, understanding the hidden message, and took off.

Fit didn’t move from the window.

[my-mt-heart]

My take on "why does Daryl agree to escort the kid" is that it's out of necessity. I have no idea if he'll truly bond with Laurent in latter episodes, but Daryl doesn't find him endearing or think the kid is the Messiah when he agrees.

In fact, Daryl has left the convent when the goons roll up to the gates, but he's still near enough to see that they're in trouble. Despite sweeping changes to his character, Daryl isn't that much of an ass, so he returns to conveniently save Laurent, Isabelle and the token POC character.

When they've buried the dead and sit around the fireplace, Daryl knows the three of them have to leave the convent. Before, he'd told Isabelle to stay put, that they'd been safe for years and they'd be foolish to give that up. Now, they don't have a choice and Daryl knows that by themselves, they'll die on the road, so he agrees to escort them in exchange for getting to the port.

He doesn't like the kid and has already called him creepy, which isn't like Daryl, but he's not so much of an asshole that he'll send a child out to certain death. The kid has zero useful skills, less survival instinct and is gifted with no common sense. He speaks like senior citizen and acts like a kindergartner.

That's my take on the agreement after premiere and for the record, I have watched the episode. More than once, even. Not because it's good, but because I was searching for subtext that isn't there.

Thank you for giving us your perspective. Daryl telling Isabelle her nephew was "creepy" was one of the three clips I watched from the premiere and I found it very off-putting for someone we know has been a father figure to kids of different ages already. I'm not saying Daryl should treat Laurent like one of his own because he's not one of his own. It's a transactional relationship like you said, but at the same time, it felt like Zabel regressed him all the way back to season 1 Daryl who had no idea how to respond to kids. The only difference is he doesn't sound like an angry redneck anymore, he just sounds like (insert stoic hero from action movie here). Once again, it makes me wary Zabel has no understanding of Daryl's character and no allegiance to characters like Carol, Judith, Lydia, etc. who helped shape Daryl into the person he was by the flagship's series finale.

[moonypears-blog]

Hi so I had ✨️thoughts✨️ on a concept for a stf episode/scenario/etc that I remembered tangentially related to your Papa story (so good btw) (also this may end up being long I'm so sorry)

It'd most likely be something geared towards an older audience (like not kindergartners lol, something for the spinoff whenever that happens maybe? Idk what the target audience for it will be considering we dont know anything about it) and framed as either a Father's Day or Halloween episode (I don't think we got any Father's day eps other than the one episode I hate with a burning passion)

Basically, Sofia is going through her things and finds something of Birk's, whether it be some sort of sailing gear or clothing or a gift or an image of them together (idk it could be anything, we know borderline nothing about this man) and she's hit with what I'm going to call the Rose Quartz effect. Missing a parent who you barely/don't know, having unanswered questions that won't/can't be answered, having all these conflicting feelings about this one person and feeling all of them yet none of them at the same time. Losing a parent at such a young age is rough and was just the tip on the iceberg of Sofia growing up far faster than she needed to.

Where am I going with this? Well, because of all of these unanswered questions and difficult emotions, Sofia wants to talk to her deceased father. Ghosts exist canonically in the series, who's to say they can't be summoned? Maybe she gets help from Cedric, or she finds a book on her own, or maybe she even gets help from Lucinda and the witches or that one ghost from the Ghostly Gala episode who's name I can't remember but I definitely had a crush on as a kid.

The main conflict of the episode would probably be all of these internal conflicting desires for Sofia, possibly also Miranda's own feelings about her belated husband (is this how you use belated? Idk lol).

Regardless of how it happens, the episode ends/has its final act with Sofia summoning her father, Birk. He sees how much his little girl has grown up, how brave and kind and smart she is. She gets to see and say goodbye to her father a final time and get proper closure. Maybe throw in a line or two there from Birk on just how grown up Sofia is, almost (definitely) too grown up for a pre-teen/adolescent girl.

The message of the episode would probably be something about grief and the process of it all, how it's okay to be angry that someone you love is gone, how talking about it opens old wounds but helps to heal them. It's bittersweet.

But yeah definitely not something suited for what the original demographic for stf was. Of course important to talk about, but with what I'm talking about it'd probably go over such young heads.

Sorry that this is so long! I had to get all my thoughts out and it got pretty rambley lmao

This is such a good idea for an episode!

I agree that Birk would be disheartened at how grown up Sofia is, obviously he'd know she's grown since she was five, but she's too far ahead, and not in the natural way that some children just emotionally mature quicker than their peers.

I think even though it's been a long time and Sofia doesn't really have anything to miss as she hardly knows life with him, she still really misses Birk, like I said in chapter two of "Papa..." some days she just wants to be by herself and lay in bed grieving him. I wish the show brought it up, especially for the potential children watching who lost one of their parents like Sofia. This would be a really good episode for that reason alone, honestly.

Honestly it wouldn't surprise me if this spin off went a more mature route, considering how a good deal of the fans are teens and adults, and there's going to be people watching who grew up on the show and are now older just out of curiosity. If I remember rightly something similar happened with miraculous ladybug, they started making the episodes more mature after the creators realised the main audience was teens and adults, not their original target audience. I've seen Craig interact with lots of older fans so he definitely knows they're a big audience!

[yandere-writer-momo]

Heart Shaped Wound

Chapter 30

Author’s note: enjoy! Trying to be regular with updates before this starts getting into the super creepy yandere territory!

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   (Your name) paled at the note that hung on her classroom door for her. The nearly folded white paper with messily drawn hearts on it brought dread to the pits of her stomach. Who on earth would leave such a menacing note?

     Her hands shook as she pulled the piece of paper off the door. The tape making a soft ripping noise, causing goosebumps to crawl up her skin. She knew this wasn’t from any of her suitors. She’d recognize the drawing and writing style if it was. 

      Hanayama wrote small and neat while Jack’s hand writing was big and messy. Katsumi’s writing was simple and easy to read. And Kureha had some of the prettiest handwriting she’s ever seen a man have. 

      But the poorly written style of her name was unfamiliar. Not to mention how the contents of the note were pieced together with magazine clippings. Even if she had an idea of who it could be, it would be impossible to identify them using graphology. 

      The note was ominous and creepy. Did she perhaps have a stalker?

     (Your name) gulped before reading the strangely crafted note, the young woman doing her best to ignore how weirdly sticky the more was.

To my angel,

      I’m too shy to approach you. You’re far too beautiful for someone like me. I can only admire you from a far. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen… you’re my Angel.

                                                  Your secret admirer 

      She really hoped this was just a sick prank and she didn’t have one… but the way the letters were all different fonts from different magazines, she knew she did. Why else would someone spend so much time making her a creepy note like this?

      (Your name) glanced around, making sure the perpetrator was gone. (Your name) clutched the note to her chest with a sigh. She should probably dispose of this once she’s home. Last thing she wanted was to upset her secret admirer. She didn’t know who they were or what they were capable of.

      (Your name) headed into the classroom, completely unaware of the figure standing outside of the school. 

     The muscular man adorning an olive green hoodie and jogger set. His dark eyes sparkling when he saw his angel didn’t throw away his note.

       Maybe he had a chance after all… if she likes his notes then he would keep sending them to her. He just wanted his angel to notice him.

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    Katsumi made his way towards (your name)’s classroom. A large bouquet of white carnations, white roses, pink roses, and pink hydrangeas in his arms. He had been wanting to gift her flowers for awhile now but he wasn’t sure what to get her. Thank goodness his mother gave him sp gifting advice. 

     Natsue was thrilled to help him out. She was extremely fond of (your name) and constantly asked about his girlfriend all the time.

     “Hello, (your name).” Katsumi greeted (your name) who smiled warmly at him. His heart racing from how pretty she was. Be still, his heart. “I bought you some flowers.”

     (Your name) smiled at the delicate bouquet. Of course Katsumi would get her a bouquet that symbolized innocent love. He was the cutest. 

     (Your name) inhaled the sweet, floral aroma with a content smile. Katsumi blushing as he continued to watch her.

      “Ooo! Karate sensei bought sensei flowers!” Satoshi piped up from his desk, the other students chiming in.

      “Are they gonna get married?!” Yuki squealed as the other kindergartners began to giggle. 

      “Marriage is a ways a way.” (Your name) laughed as she held the bouquet up to her chest. A bright blush on her cheeks. “That’s a lifetime commitment.”

     Katsumi wanted to tell her he was willing to make her a lifetime commitment but he felt as if it was too soon to share his true thoughts with her. They’ve only been together for a few weeks now, but Katsumi was certain he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. 

      Katsumi wanted to spend every waking and breathing moment with her. He was obsessed and he knew it. (Your name) was a drug he could never get enough of.

      “Earth to Katsumi.” (Your name) leaned her face close to Katsumi’s. The young man flushing in embarrassment for being caught off guard. “What we’re you thinking about?”

     “You.” Katsumi grinned, (your name) giggling at him. Seems Katsumi could be smooth sometimes.

      “How sweet. Were you wanting to do anything today?” (Your name) asked curiously. She knew the karateka loved spending time with her no matter what they did together but she wanted to see if he planned anything other than the two of them relaxing together at each other’s houses. She needed some excitement.

      “Well I was going to ask you if you’d like to join me at an amusement park later today?” Katsumi asked, his cheeks flushing. “The lights are really pretty at night.”

      “I’d love to.” (Your name) smiled at Katsumi. An amusement park sounded like a lot of fun. She’d have to ask Zaria to help her pick out an outfit.

      “I’ll pick you up at six, then.” Katsumi beamed as he began to herd up his students. 

     Katsumi chased Satoshi around the desk, a certain note catching his eye. Katsumi examined the creepy note for a minute before he felt his stomach churn. Did (your name) have a stalker?

      Katsumi brushed it off. He would ask her about it later, last thing he wanted to do was have the children tell their parents about it. He didn’t want them to be scared.

      “Alright kids. Let’s get going.” Katsumi successfully herded up all of his students like little lambs. Their yellow kindergarten hats bouncing with their little bodies as they all giggled.

     “Good bye, sensei! Have fun on your date!” The children giggled as they made their way out of the classroom. Katsumi giving (your name) a soft look.

      “I’ll see you soon.”

       “Goodbye, Katsumi.” (Your name) made her way over to the desk, her tongue clicking in realization. Katsumi definitely saw the stalker’s note. Hopefully he didn’t make a fuss of it. Last thing she wanted to do was upset this mysterious secret admirer she had.

     After all, one can never know what someone else is truly capable of.

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Author’s note: thanks for reading. I am so happy to finally debut your personal stalker. Always need that one character that is so creepy, it makes your skin crawl.

[tragedienes]

@mutatedangels / in reply to this, because i like to turn memes into threads lol i hope that's okay! made in beta.

soleil was a fuckin' liar. there, she just said it, and jeannie's already tenuous belief in her shattered completely then. that was what hurt the most, suspecting that she had been lying and then believing her anyway. jeannie felt a little mean, privately thinking her friend's stories were fabricated, or in the very least exaggerated, but she chose to give soleil the benefit of the doubt because she had just been so damn lonely. even before, when she was just a child and ice skating was only a hobby instead of her occupation, jeannine had a hard time making friends. the culture that figure skating promoted didn't exactly lend its self to friendships much either—everyone, even the few friends she did have, were competition.

she had left that all behind her, though. at least she had tried. since officially hanging up her skates and returning to small town louisiana, she had the same problems she did before, now she just made a lot less money (and had a lot less stress, too). her coworkers at big lots hadn't warmed up to her, nor had she warmed up to them, in her long eight months stocking shelves and ringing up customers. her step-mother, jesus christ did jeannie hate her, and she loved her toddler half-sister but she couldn't be counted as a friend. enter soleil.

soleil reminded her of a time in her life she had tried hard not to miss. she was glamorous and glossy, always speaking of fabulous adventures and famous people. jeannie had not wanted to admit that skating came with benefits, all the sponsorships and free clothing, all the perks that being a (moderately) successful skater gained. she had not wanted to admit that sometimes she still dreamt of olympic gold, she still wished she could've made it farther in her career, that she hadn't given it all up just because she was getting older and aging out. even if a tiny part of her thought soleil was a bullshitter, she was willing to ignore it if it meant she could still be in reaching distance of fame. maybe, if their friendship continued to grow, they'd both head out to new orleans or hollywood and take advantage of soleil's supposed famous connections, and jeannie could probably try her hand at being an influencer or something. just anything to get her out of her dad's house and a big lots uniform.

hearing her friend's excuses, it was making jeannie feel frustrated, ready for a tantrum that would make a kindergartner think she needed to relaxx. "that is not the way to play this!" uncrossing her arms, she held out her hands exasperatingly. even if there was some truth to what she was saying, jeannie didn't think that was a good enough explanation. sure, the house that jeannie lived in was nice, half a million dollars, but it was her dad's house. she had no real claim to it, not with her dad's new family taking up most of the space. sure, she had been used to the finer things in life, being gifted nike shoes and adidas sports bras, taking first class trips to european countries for competitions and exhibitions. that was all in the past, however. that wasn't the girl she was anymore. if anything, jeannie was more like her than soleil had realized: they were both broke as fuck. at least jeannie hadn't lied about it, though.

seeing her friend start to cry, it almost broke her resolve. she held fast, chin turning upwards slightly. "did you ever consider that maybe i would've liked you even if you did live in some shitbox and hadn't made up a bunch of stories?" jeannine dryly swallowed. the slow, sad little tear dragging down soleil's face nearly made her crack, but she kept it together. "i didn't have nobody either, y'know. i came back here to this town i hate and live with people i hate, and work with people i hate. you were the only person 'round these parts that didn't piss me off... now i really don't have anybody. in fact, i wish i had never met you. then i wouldn't be so disappointed."

[right-brain-of-froggy2]

Halloween Ch2: Apples, and Pumpkins, and Cider, Oh My!

There was much excitement over seeing Gordon’s Halloween costume from the last chapter which is great! And so.... here’s a chapter without it lol. There were some really great ideas and now I’m debating reworking to see if what I had planned will hit people’s expectations. Ha! Either way, enjoy this little chapter of Wee Tracy fun I wrote instead of going to sleep at a regular time :)

AO3 link here!

To all the brothers’ surprise, Jeff is home just in time for John’s birthday on the eighth.

Albeit he’s locked away in his office most of the day, but that’s nothing new. What’s shocking is how much he’s trying to come out during the evenings if only for a family supper. The astronaut is still home. All five boys are ecstatic.

That means decorating the entire house top to bottom with decorations new and old. Jeff seems to get a kick out of having the house festive and that alone is reason enough to go all out. Virgil has taken on most of the decorating duty minus the outdoor ones; Scott is the only one that doesn’t mind crawling up the ladder to string orange and purple lights from the gutters or hauling around the heavy blow yard decorations.

For one day before the day, the family focus solely on John’s birthday. Birthdays were important between the brothers in the Tracy household. While Jeff handled what few logistics there were to be ironed out, the four remaining brothers would get the birthday brother gifts.

Scott ordered his present online a few weeks before and has stashed it under his bed. While John hates snooping for presents, Gordon doesn’t. He’d find the hidden remote-controlled rocket and blabber to John. Virgil has worked on a (scientifically accurate) painting of the night sky for the past month in his art class. Gordon and Alan had gone shopping with Scott one evening to the local mall, finding more astronomy trinkets than any one person should ever have. They narrowed it down to a heavy-duty redlight flashlight from Gordon and glow-in-the-dark stars from Alan. One set for John, and one to match for his and Gordon’s room.

John’s birthday party is a small affair- just how he likes it. Grandma Tracy comes over from her ranch and Jeff makes sure all the food is takeout so Sally doesn’t even have the option of trying to cook. They get him a strawberry cake. It’s markedly not a fall festive taste and needs to be special ordered, but it’s his favorite flavor so no one complains.

And just like that, they've moved on from John’s 15th birthday back to the spooky season.

Alan pauses as he hops off the school bus behind Virgil and Gordon. Jeff’s waiting out on the step to greet them, waving to the bus driver as she drives away. The screen door slams behind the two middle brothers as they race inside for an after-school snack and PBS cartoons. Jeff walks out to see what the towhead was looking at.

“What are you thinking about, Alan?”

The kindergartner's thinking scowl deepens. He angles his fingers in a rectangle like he’s seen Virgil do more than once. He stops on the front step.

“We need pumpkins.”

“We’ve already got those out,” Jeff reminds Alan. He points over to the decorative pumpkins framing the porch. That answer, apparently, is not what Alan is looking for.

“No! We need carving pumpkins, Daddy.”

“Well then, what do you think about heading out to the orchard this weekend? Pick out a few?”

Alan’s face lights up at the idea. The local orchards are nothing less than an autumn wonderland for everyone of all ages. A pumpkin patch, apple picking in the orchard, hayrides, corn mazes, and more activities for kids than not, the orchard was on everyone’s yearly bucket list. Scott managed to take them last year, but they had to leave early when John threw up after drinking one too many apple cider slushies.

“Can we all go?”

Jeff laughs, nudging Alan in from the chilly outdoors. “Sure thing, kid.”

“Even Scotty?”

“Even Scotty.”

Alan’s pacified by the answer. He sprints ahead once in the door, kicking off his shoes in a flurry. His backpack is just as large as he is, thumping against the back of his legs with every step up to his room to toss it on his bed. Jeff readies a bowl of Alan’s favorite cheese crackers (not the peanut butter ones, those were Gordon’s favorite, Scott reminded him) and a juice pouch.

Sure enough, Alan comes bounding out of his room and down the stairs to the kitchen. He thanks Jeff with a hug around his legs before taking his snack and joining his brothers in the living room. The sound of cartoons and loud munching only capable of kids films the once quiet house. John should be back later from his robotics club and Scott said his Key Club meetings run a bit longer into the evening.

Jeff pulls out his phone to scroll through his calendar.

This weekend for the orchard, huh?

 “If I try to have more than two slushies, just pinch me,” John states to Scott as Jeff helps Alan unbuckle his stuck seat belt from the SUV’s backseat. John takes the keys from Jeff to hold as Alan gets a little rambunctious. Scott snorts, kicking a chunk of gravel across the parking lot. It tumbles until it hits another car’s tire.

“Sure thing, little brother. As long as you make sure I don’t chuck one of the tinies into the Billy goat enclosure.”

“I might do that myself, though.”

“Fair enough.”

Their conversation is brought to a halt as Jeff claps Scott on the shoulder to get him leading the group towards the entrance. John eventually ends up falling back to walking with Virgil as the rest of the family makes a mad dash for the ticket booth. Out front are large hay bales decorated with pumpkins, gourds, scarecrows, and bundles of sunflowers sticking out every which way. Virgil spots it and frowns.

“What, it’s not up to your aesthetic expectations?”

Virgil shakes his head and sighs. “Should have brought my camera. I need more practice with photography and that would’ve been a cool shot with the barn in the background.”

“Didn’t Scott pack your camera?”

“What? He did?”

John pauses to think. “I’m pretty sure he did? Along with some jackets in case it got cold today. Maybe not, but I could have sworn he tossed the bag in there.”

The middle Tracy’s eyes light up. He tugs at John’s sleeve to take him back to the car. It’s a quick job, and they run to catch up with their brothers and dad. Alan is sitting on top of one of the small hay bales for posing as Gordon is dangling off the edge of a taller one behind him. Virgil snaps the first photo of the day.

Virgil is all smiles with his camera nestled around his neck. He gets to boss around his brothers and Jeff to a perfect pose one by one. The photo op is cut short by Gordon losing interest and dashing inside to the building. John and Scott hang to the back as Jeff tosses Gordon up to his shoulders.

They enter like kids in a candy factory into the building that orchard goers have to get through to get to the rest of the orchard. Everyone’s eyes widen at the familiar but still breathtaking sight. The first inhale is brought with the aroma of fresh apples and the faint sharpness of cinnamon. There’s a candy kitchen in the corner with homemade fudge and caramel dipped apples, a tiny coffee shop and seating area with a café in one half. The other half is a store for all of the orchard’s goods: hand baked pastries ranging from apple turnovers to fresh pie to buttery Dutch letters, crates of numerous types of apples, jams and jellies, and, of course, fresh pressed apple cider. 

Alan is impatiently stomping on the ground, waiting for the two slowpokes to catch up before he’s allowed to explore. They came right as the orchard is opening to avoid the crowds and Alan sure as hell wants to get the most out of being the only one on the giant slide.

“You guys go ahead. We need something to eat first,” Scott tells Jeff and the little ones. He grips John’s sweatshirt sleeve to keep him by his side. John snorts at how much he’s getting dragged around this morning. Their dad nods, leading Virgil, Gordon, and Alan out the door and into the bulk of the orchard’s activity area. Scott turns to John. “You want anything to drink? I’m buying.”

Scott leads them to the coffee shop corner and John squints at the menu. He’s not a crazy big fan of coffee and it’s too early to drink one of his two allotted slushies. “Maybe the red velvet hot cocoa?”

They order the specialty hot chocolate, a triple espresso shot harvest latte for Scott, and two apple cider donuts with a side of cinnamon apples for good measure. By the time the day is over, John’s sure he’ll have eaten enough apples to never want one again all season. Or, maybe until tomorrow.

“So, plans for what you want to do here?”

“Avoid as many people as possible.” John nods in agreement to himself into his drink. “And pick out a better pumpkin than you.”

“Like that’s gonna happen.”

“It will! Especially if you drop yours and it smashes before we even get it back to the wheelbarrow.”

“Hey now, that doesn’t count! I had to pick out some random misshapen one cause Alan was getting cranky,” Scott says in his own defense. John smirks and Scott is relieved that John appears to be in a good mood today. So long as they can keep the crowds to a minimum, he should be fine until they leave and not get overwhelmed by the masses of visiting city folk who don’t know a mule from a Palomino. The corn maze and apple picking trees are usually a safe bet.

The sugar is the perfect boost to get ready to handle the rest of the brothers. While they both have half of their drinks left, the donuts and apples are long gone. John tosses the empty paper plates away as Scott wipes down their table. The eldest takes one look in the direction from a distinct ‘Gordon’ scream that reverberates through the walls of the building. He takes a long swig of his heavily caffeinated coffee.

John is two steps behind his older brother as they step out into the bright sunlit acreage. He spots their family first and nudges Scott to point it out. They’re over at the pedal tractor racetrack. It’s designed for kids, so even Alan is getting in on the action.

And action there is.

Gordon has rammed his pedal tractor into Virgil’s hard enough that they’re hooked together and the employee working must either not see or not care. Alan is quickly approaching with a determined stare as his little legs pump the pedals harder than a biker’s in the Tour de France. He crashes into the other two’s tractors and it’s finally then they're promptly removed from the tractors and told to go elsewhere.

As they approach, John spots Virgil’s camera hanging around their father’s neck. At least Virgil had the foresight to not bring it on the track. Alan spots them first, racing over to get to them before Gordon.

“Look, look!” Alan rolls up his pants leg to show the start of a nasty bruise. “Gordie crashed into me back on the slide too!”

“That’s gonna be a wicked bruise, Allie,” Scott says with a whistle. “I bet Gordon doesn’t have as good of wounds.”

Gordon chooses that moment to materialize out of the cloud of smoke and broken tractor. “I bet he does!” He shows both his elbows that, yup, have matching bruises and a scrape on the left to go with it.

“Can’t take those two anywhere…”

Scott chooses to ignore John’s mutterings to talk logistics for the day with Jeff. Every brother wants to hit at least one different attraction, so divide and conquer sounds the easiest. Other than picking pumpkins, Alan’s satisfied with racing the tractors all day. Gordon wants to swim in the corn pool and go on a jumping pillow while Virgil wants to visit the late-blooming sunflower fields. John will be sated so long as he has an apple cider slushie in hand, but Scott knows how much he likes the corn maze.

A full rest of the day, but it shouldn’t be anything but fun.

“What’s your vote, Scooter?”

“Hmm?” Scott swallows down the coffee in his mouth. It’s lukewarm by now and he smacks his lips at the taste. Jeff claps him on the shoulder twice before dropping his hand down by his side. Virgil’s camera is still hanging from his neck, the strap twisted once around.

“What do you want to do?”

“Make sure no one ends up killing each other,” Scott snorts. He points a look particularly in Gordon’s direction. “Or eat the corn pool. No trying, he will eat it.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

Busted. Scott blushes and shrugs his shoulders. Maybe he should have gotten a heavy jacket to hide this morning. “I don’t really care.”

“But you do.”

Jeff won’t let up until Scott lets up. And the senior Tracy has years of experience waiting around for stubborn years while Scott only has a few.

“The apple picking. That far out one with the special hybrids.”

“That’s more like it,” Jeff says with the smallest of smiles. The crow’s feet and the corners of his eyes wrinkle. He tugs Virgil’s camera off and passes it to Scott to take care of. “You take Virgil and John then. If I remember right, the hayride takes you out to all the different fields.”

“You sure you can handle-”

“Scott, they’re my sons.” Yes, yes they are. And Scott feels a rush of love for his father. He nudges his shoulder into Jeff’s side. “What, are you taking hug lessons from John now?”

“Maybe I am.”

[dancingqueendc]

I learned my multiplication tables before age 4....my mother had me counting over $1Trillion-dollars and helping her with Customer Service and Public relations....til she got me my own storefront at age12-15, ran my own shop....then she had me intern at her friends restaurant while they were having a cesarian section baby-birth....so many miracles.....

I learned how to play and get along with others, by avoiding the kindergartners my first year in gifted edu....I dragged my feet on purpose to eat lunch with the 2nd graders because all my best friends are there: Danny and Lisa....while Jennifer followed right behind my footsteps to 3rd grade long-division all year long, our first year in school....

No one could name my fave colours, numbers, foods....so the lil red devil could never get me....I learned to run and climb faster than everyone around me.....my gunny called me a" #medical #miracle"....I became a vessel for the Creator of Creation....on my own personal mission possible....

My brother taught me how me smarter than him, because he's so much more brilliant than me....he taught me how to use my imagination and I had to "spot" him when he started lifting weights at scrawny age14....he asked me how many of those 90lb curls did you do? 25? 45? I said no, I did 90 already....Hay, Stop that! He scoffed at me....I was bruising his ego again....he told me I was 12 going on 40.....whatever that means....

I read every book that came across my path....classics, sci-fi, my brothers comics collection( just don't touch! his D&D)....my own picks from the scholastics options annually: Tree By Leaf....I found obscure old books in the library that no one knew about, not even the librarian: Heart of Blackness short stories....I read 12 clinical psychology medical studies books after 5th grade to write my first college thesis before age12, my last summer as a grammar school student....

I became a Peer Counselor between age 14-18 and was trained in a clinical setting in our local memorial hospital by doctors and nurses of every profession, naturopathy/dietician, medical, psychology and social work....I interned in college at the Disability Students Office and learned how to edit Grants....

I secretly won the Stock Market Game in the 80s and never told anyone....

I received my calling by The Creator-Creation at the ripe age of 12, to love Everyone unconditionally as Love-Creator-Creation love us all without judgment....I'm still learning more and more daily how to reach my mission....to save all of Earth- #Humanity from themselves=ourself= Existence to avoid #Extinction of #all #Life #species #Universe's #implosion on itself=ourself = #Blackholes= #Love-itself= #US....

#we are all One in Love with Creator-Creation, why can't we all just get along in #peace& #harmony with #Mother #Earth, #stop #fighting #ENDWAR #ENDPAIN/NOT-LIFE and #Save ourself.... We are killing ourself=Earth= #Climate #Crisis= #ClimateAction= #LoveOneAnother #loveEverybody #LoveEveryone #LoveEverything #equally because:

I learned: "i am you!" We have been asking the same age old questions of existence: we are knocking from the wrong side! There's no "outerspace": there's only the #inner"space"-workings of our #One #Singularity #Mind= #Collective- #Consciousness= ideals of our own concepts of "christ-consciousness".....

I have always known the #Truth since I was #created and I want to #share #all our #unconditionalLOVE with everyone so we can help each other, heal one another and become #ONELOVE-#BEING #unlimited #infinite #freeENERGY #FREE-#ENERGY-#Being(s)= #We= u+i= #ONEBeing Consciousness= #constellation-Energy #Source of #ALLLIFE= #vanderWaals #wonderwall .....

I studied #darkEnergy and #darkMatter and realized it's the same #mathematical #equations #solutions we were all taught and I learned in #8thgrade #math and #science #geography of Earth....I wrote a series of poems in jr HS/middle school that are published in the Anthologies of The International Society of Poets: my favorite being titled: "The Greatest Gravity: LOVE" - I had already solved the greatest mystery of the universe in 8thgrade....

....Then I had to learn to "grow up" and be responsible for Everyone and Everything in Earth, according to Atlas who held the weight of the world on her shoulders as she 5'short handed it down to lil'bit me 4'11".....

I do not believe in Coincidences or Accidents: There Are No Such Thing As Accidents(book everyone should read besides logic): Everything that exists is deliberate and orchestrated in beautiful ballet of the Cosmos, order and structure, mathematical patterns at every level of consciousness/existence, 7 levels above and 7 levels below the planes/dimensions of Perceivable Experience, because we are unable to perceive or observe the other levels/realms/dimensions since we are trapped in this ONE....except only in our Mind can we know and do anything we imagine....

I have been carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, taking the blame and accusations for everyone's mistakes, unconditionally, since age 5-now....became injured in college to the point I had to withdraw in order to protect myself, my merits scholarships, my GPA/grades, my character USMCR USN JUSTICE OF THE SUPREME COURT GA GIRLS STATE....so no one else could continue to harm me, rape me, attempt to murder me over 40 more times....

My mother taught me 3 important things in life: Do as I say, not as I do....Husbands are Like Coats, so if they no longer serve you, then just go get a new one....and she was so in love with my father(she married Chinese Elvis)that she would never leave him for any reasons no matter what they never left each other's side....so when she told me I must go find my husband....I sought someone like my parents who are each other's best friends forever and married each other and never left each other's side, then I figured my husband would have to love me unconditionally as I love him, or we weren't meant to be....and I had to keep changing coats that I don't want or need....til I found the perfect one that fits me unconditionally....

I told my mom, I cannot find my husband locked up as Rapunzel in your house all day, I would have to follow the wind in my hair to go find this best friend my Pastor told me, that Jesus is my Best friend, to keep talking with him every day all day and night....so I decided since this "Jesus"-best friend of mine never answers my questions, I'm going to stop taking with him, and go on my secret mission to discover the Truth for myself, no matter what, like my parents taught me how to live my life, by example, because they live their life by example of how to be and what not to do...."Take the good and leave the bad behind," my dad taught me, "to forgive is to forget", all Confucius sayings, teachings, parables= paraboles!....

I embarked on my favorite #Journey of #AllSpaceAndTime ( [TIME^3CUBED]= Trinity: I never believe in time, outer/space, globe-earth, just believe in myself, as my parents taught me....to just believe in myself, that I can be anything and do anything I want, no matter what, as long as I do no harm unto others....)....my brother proved to me since our childhood bet that he's discovered the Earth is Flat! he always said....it's flat, and we're not moving, just go up the Space needle and look for yourself for hundreds of miles....and watch the stars going around the earth, same as the sun and moon....revolving over us like a pendulum....

I have been around in my brain and back and forth of The Mind/Souce of All Knowledge of Existence, many many times/instances; and I have discovered that in the "circle of life", I have come to a "Zero" Theory (in college I shared this concept with April, my Chemistry classmate and laundry buddy)....we have all been lied to many many times, over and over, stuck in this stupid circle, which I hate circles, as I prefer squares and isosceles triangles....none of the "stuff"(man-made concepts and ideas)that goes on outside of us is as important as what is happening inside of ourself....if we are all One, then Zero doesn't exist and is beginning of imaginary numbers is how they calculate Dark Energy & Dark Matter....that LOVE REALLY IS THE GREATEST GRAVITY AND MIRACLE OF LIFE....WE ARE ALL MIRACLES AND MAGICAL BEINGS, because if we think about the Universe as a DONUT MOBIUS SPHEROID, THEN IT ALL MAKES LOGICAL SENSE: Existence is just the state of Consciousness in Our Collective Mind, all else is holographic projection of our Mind, and we Only Exist in LOVE-CREATOR-CREATION-ENERGY-BEING One=Singularity....and if anyone commits suicide we do not "die"/cease to exist, we just go beyond to another plane of existence that our Spirit=who/what we Truly are, returns to Creator/Source from which we come: "Heaven" which everyone seeks is Love=Peace=Joy/Bliss/Happiness: only goals/"purpose" in Life is to "pursue our own Happiness" without harming anyone/self=others=same/equally. ....

I have been out of body many times, enough to know that when I awake that i may not be in the same parallel universe from which I started....we are constantly creating infinite variations of universes every time we make a decision/choice, "every action has an equal and opposite reaction", so there's no such thing as S=Entropy if everything in Existence doesn't change["matter is neither created, nor destroyed"], except changing phases of states of being, from Energy to Matter and somewhere many other infinite states in between the two....it is the spark of Life= our Spirit-Energy that we are truly utilizing to travel through all existence to go from one memory/past/present/future=ALL-ONE. It is always NOW/present at any given point/idea and from present we can imagine and go anywhere anytime anyplace, all with the Power of Love=Abundance of Creation=Creator-Energy in our Collective Mind= Love= Spirit= holy Trinity of Existence= science/math and imagination. We are everywhere all at once Both omnipotent and omnipresent when we are in the state of existence of being One with Universe....

The secret of Life is Simple. My dad and mom taught me this. Everyone must go find our soulmates= our other half 50%+50%= 100%. Dr MLKJ wrote, "I cannot be what I ought to be, until you are what you ought to be; and you can it be what you ought to be, until I am what I ought to be": this is the interrelational dynamic of existence. We are all just here. To be or not to be. If we don't want to be here anymore, Creator gives us a choice to go do/be anything else....we just have to be in control of our dynamics, because we are governed by the Laws of Love=Creator-Creation. We are all Miracles of Life, and that is the most amazing idea to know that it's a miracle that I found myself=soulmate and we can learn to become ONE-Singularity: To Pro-Create again, to create infinite universes in the "eye of a needle" that we found ourself rolling and laughing in a haystack looking for ourself....i am you! And you are me! We are everything and everyone for all eternity.....that is all....there's no beginning or end....we are all doughnuts Mobius Spheroids imploding in ourself, over and over....the pi- fractals keep growing changing, infinitely forwards and backwards, inside out and outside in, that's what our energy fields are being=existing....we just are. Here I am! I am Here! That's what it's like to be forever in love with self=Creation=all=Creator = SINGULARITY= ZERO THEORY. I cannot write all the equations to explain, I cannot draw maps and diagrams; however I can just go in my Mind to The Mind and travel on my Journey to seek my Truth and find my Soulmate=50%Spirit that matches and fits me perfectly.....and we dance....you and i..... forever into the sunsets of our Mind.... [Mental health disharmony is when we have lost control of our Mind/self and seek assistance to return to the collective consciousness, to recover so we can continue on our journey of experience/being, existing....].... We are constantly in motion.... thinking in our Mind....until we rest our eyes and take cat-naps....then wake up to do it all again, just slightly different each time....

Let's be in love and do it all again, my 🍯 🦌 Belveeker-husband....

[wakamemimi]

Arcane Head-cannon | Vi

heuhehehue head cannon time even though nobody will read this hueheheuhue

Also my cheeks are so clenched, palms are sweaty🥵 I never really post so apologies if this is garbage :x

🫧 anyways enjoy ! 🫧

🎡 A date at the amusement park with Violet 🎡

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- One of, if not the most, hectic dates of your life.

- Neither of you properly planned the trip, so the spending you both indulged in spiked up to a concerning degree.

- The roadtrip was pleasant though ( ・∇・)

- “Babe, a deer! Look!”

- The doe was lovely.

- The park was gigantic, to the point where you could see a grandiose entrance and the intertwined tracks in the distance.

- You and Vi couldn’t help but gawk at the sight (she almost hit the rear of another car, but it was fine :)).

- Going through the security checks and finally entering the park was a euphoric experience, and you couldn’t help but let the child inside take over.

- You grab Vi’s hand and off you two go to the largest and fiercest ride in the park (maybe in the country?)

- Despite her imposing demeanor, Vi was a lot more reluctant to actually go on the coaster, but you kept insisting on the way there that the experience was more than worth it.

- “Hey c’mon cupcake, why don’t we go over to that ride? Doesn’t it look more fun?” “That one breaks your neck every time it turns Vi, hell no!”

- The ride itself was incredibly fast, to the point where Vi kept hugging your arm the whole time. You found it adorable- she was acting like a little puppy whose bravery had them whimpering back to their owner.

- The date started going smoothly after that though. You both rode some more tame coasters and went souvenir shopping (Vi got a little hat, while you bought a set of stationery with the park mascots on it).

- You encountered a humble looking stall selling hot dogs and churros. You were about to start begging Vi to buy a churro for you, only to see her charge at the stall with a hypnotized look on her face. She returned with two hot dogs in her hands; you could’ve sworn that you saw a glimmer in her eyes reminiscent of a kindergartner.

- Vi challenged you to a hot dog eating contest. She won.

- The two of you decided to stroll around for the rest of the day.

- As the sunset started kicking in, Vi suggesting going on the carousel near the center of the park and you happily agreed.

- It was a beautiful sight to behold; the golden lights illuminated your lover’s face, and it seemed like the whole world slowed down when she looked at you.

- There was a silent agreement between you both to get on and enjoy the few minutes as much as possible. You couldn’t be happier at the wonderful day your partner gifted you.

[amberfaber40]

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by Easy Peasy and Fun 168940 shares Share Tweet This bright and colorful Valentine’s day card will brighten up someone’s day without a doubt. Print our 3D heart card template and make your own card in no time!You can even make this one more personal by adding your personal notes on each of the hearts. *this post contains affiliate links*Valentine’s day crafts are all about hearts, so when it comes to making a cute little V-day card, why not make it all about hearts too? This one is super easy to make, you don’t even need a template for it (but we included one for free still, to make the process even easier). You can make the heart in one color or make it in all the colors of the rainbow (and beyond) like we did.How to Make a 3D Heart CardWhat you need:our printable template (optional, you can grab it at the end of this tutorial) white cardstock (or other color) for the card base paper in various colors pencil for tracing heart shapes scissors glue Step by Step InstructionsPrint out the template (you can grab it at the end of this tutorial).The lover part of the template will serve as a card, so do keep this in mind when choosing a paper to print on.Cut out the card and the heart.Fold the card in half.Place the heart shape on paper and trace around it. Cut out the heart shape. Repeat as many times as necessary – we recommend at least 6, but you can do more or less.Apply glue on one of the hearts and stick it on the card.Fold all other hearts in half.Apply glue on the heart you glued on the card and stick 2 folded hearts on it. Apply glue on those hearts too, and add another layer of heart halves (and another, and another…)Continue until you are happy with how your heart looks. Write your note in the card.And give it to someone special.This 3D Heart Card is super sweet isn’t it?Get the 3D Heart Card TemplateYou can grab this freebie here. 3D heart craft cardUnlock VIP Printables - Become a Member Become a member of Easy Peasy and Fun membership and gain access to our exclusive craft templates and educational printables. With brand new resources added on weekly basis you will never run out of fun things to make with your kids (either as a parent or as a teacher). Check it outCategories Activities for Kids, Valentines Day Tags crafts for kids, heart crafts, heart crafts for kids, valentines day crafts, valentines day crafts for kids

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Short Open Letters to Stepping Stones

Dear flustered kindergartner, you're obviously not in kindergarten anymore, but I never knew you as anything else. The only living memory I have of you is a snowball fight, preserved in a moment in time like a fossil lost in frozen ice dug up years later to represent forgotten history. The frost left me with a cold to catch the next day, but I didn't mind at all. "I like him, and he likes me," I used to proclaim to our class, and you never denied it. I hope you've found someone now who can say the same today.

Dear indecisive soccer player, you were my first love. I can't tell you how happy I am that you aren't also my last. Your inappropriate jokes left nothing but a foul taste in my mouth and a bundle of expired thoughts in the back of my mind asking me for exactly what I saw in you.

Dear artist with the red highlight, it's a shame I let you leave. Neither of us knew what we were doing back then, but I won't take that as an excuse for not knowing how damn privileged I was to call you mine. I treated you like nothing, yet you never failed to enclose me in your arms to reassure me that I was everything in your eyes.

I broke the iPod case you gifted me on my birthday, and now I'm miles away where you'll never hear the shiver behind my apology. I probably won't ever see you again. No meter or ruler will ever be able to measure how sorry I am. I'm sorry for dropping it, I'm sorry for not taking better care of it, I'm sorry for letting it fall in the first place, and I'm sorry for treating your heart the same way. These are things I'll never be able to say to you, because I've always been too good at being too late.

Dear gamer of the Muslim faith, although we had several enjoyable and admittedly geeky conversations about video games, the ones that I remember the clearest are the ones where we would pointlessly argue over who was "right." My heart was badly sown into the bleached blanket that covers the world with sacred lies, and after biting the lazy stitches, I've grown to learn that it doesn't matter in the slightest. This might be backwashed gargle from the mouth of a girl that doesn't know if she's an atheist or a nihilist, but regardless of whether there is a golden statue to worship or an invisible man in the sky, I still loved you. I learned recently that you apparently loved me too.

This was the second race, and once again I found myself far too late to cross the finish line to place. Perhaps we wouldn't have to speak in past tense if we had the tenacity to run past such trivial things. Perhaps I should drop the "we," it was probably "me."

Dear blonde with spectacles and concerning desperation, fuck you for making me your rebound. Twice.

Dear quiet boy in the winter jacket, our last and only photo together means the world to me, and it's the main reason why I can't get rid of that cringeworthy elementary school photo album. I didn't know you well enough to say those three words to you and mean them. I shouldn't have said them to you, as they probably meant more to you than I understood at the time. I'm jealous of the next girl you find beautiful, even though I have no right to be.

Dear long-distance lover, I lied to you in more ways in one, so I deserve to have you gone. I'd twist my tongue over almost any small thing out of fear that I'd lose my temporary everything: you. I hope you're doing well. You taught me multiple somethings, but I bet you remember nothing, and not because of time.

Dear sarcastic guitarist, sometimes I think I should've chose you. I may have been the top student in our classroom but I was dumb enough to believe that height difference could justify my idiocy. We walked the same wavelength, connected the same stars, and dreamt of the same colors, but I still chose the eventual disaster over the piece of art that could've been. You and your new girlfriend look cute together too. I wonder if we would've.

Dear boisterous photographer, I loved the others, but I'm almost certain that I was in love with you. You never understood what difference those two letters made and as much as I tried to illustrate that difference, you always failed to look at the full picture. I realize it's difficult to make these claims when neither of us were old enough back then to walk into a bar without fake ID; no matter how many times we've locked fingers or lips, our "puppy" love would never be considered real in the eyes the big dogs. Either depressingly or thankfully (I truly do not know which one it is myself), you're the only stone I've wandered past that I can still see from here.

Dear undeniably talented near-stranger, I'm not allowed to fall in love with you. It's an unspoken yet obvious rule. If there was an uncomplicated science for genuine human connection, then by formulaic calculations I could or should fall in love with you, or perhaps I already am without knowing, but let's throw all that jargon out the window (I'm sure I'm the only one who thinks or cares about that stuff anyway). I just want you to know that I think you're absolutely wonderful. Perhaps the closest, realest thing to perfect that I've ever seen. I don't know if I am to stay here or meander further, but as of right now, I know that I am right here and I like being right here, with you. I hope you don't mind; just let me know if I've overstayed my welcome.

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[heahven-2022]

may 4, 2022

may the fourth be with y’all. today was honestly not a bad day. student teaching went well, even though the day kind of dragged on because of the rainy weather. but other than that it kind of made me sad knowing that my last week with them is drawing near. i will soon have to say goodbye and welcome in a new set of kindergartners next semester 🥺 i hope they’ll at least say hi to me in the hallways, bc that will honestly make my day. i’m think about getting them a small gift of squishies and smencils, but those things are expensiveee. i’ll have to see. tomorrow will be another good day, i can feel it