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fareehaandspaniards · 6 months

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*shoves Katy out of the way and cringes at the sound of glass breaking + cats yowling*

AHEM. (Sorry Katy <3) My turn!

Fareeha, what are your headcanons on Eileen and Bloody Crow so far?! Have you thought about them a bit? Or are you still figuring them out? 🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛

For now I have something about them!

For this ask, I combined my headcanons with my spouse's thoughts, because he's Eileen fan! I've had Eileen's image in my head since the first playthrough, and even though it has undergone many changes, her overall vibe remained the same. Crow of Cainhurst is harder to deal with, as you can create him for yourself almost from scratch! They actually both are very expressive characters! But while Eileen has her own voice, a quest line, and a description of her clothes that tells at least some canonical story, the Bloody Crow of Cainhurst - like Damian and other Old Hunters - creates a lasting impression with his equipment, fighting style and appearance!

(I should have put them next to each other, but Tumblr decided that Eileen's pic is too long, so it cuts her D:)

I should probably start from afar, because I usually get things mixed up, and here I have two characters to describe at once!

Eileen's background. She's a foreigner, but we don't know exactly how her covenant formed, how she came to all this. I think she arrived in Yharnam before the whole blood mess. And I really like the headcanon that Eileen was in love with one of the pre-hunters - the one who was protecting Yharnam and nearest villages from monsters and other people. They eventually became an established couple. And once when madness struck her love, Eileen was the one who had to behead her once-lover. And so was the birth of the covenant.

Eileen reminded me of another character from my all-time favorite game, and she's a dragoon knight whose lover has lost his memory. Aaaaand… her phrase from the game I might give Eileen in this case:

«What irony. To find the man about whom I have dreamt endlessly... only to discover that he cannot even remember who I am!»

Also about origins, if we relate Eileen to modern geography, I'd say her homeland could be Mexico? Not for any deep reasons, I just really like the Santa Muerte aesthetic, and I feel that vibe in Eileen (I'll also mention Scandinavia and Tibet later on, so it's hard to attribute her ONLY to Mexico)

Eileen is quite a tough, cold-hearted person. Actually, to stand under her gaze is a very difficult task, I think even Henryk couldn't do it! (You know, that look of an angry mother, when she doesn't need to explain her child that she is mad, they have already realized that! xd) I think, besides hunting, she also has a lot of applied talents, such as sewing, drawing, modeling, but because of the Hunt she almost forgot all of them.

Eileen really did understand crows somehow! It was HER kind of bird, to which she had dedicated her appearance and to which she had counted herself. In fact, in her homeland she was called as something of a witch because of it, though Eileen herself was hardly related to magical matters! One day she told Crow about it, she wanted to make it sound like a joke, but he took it very seriously and sternly said, "You do look like a witch!" <3

You know the legend of Huginn and Muninn? I think she has her own pair of crows that bring her news and keep an eye on everyone.

We don't know all the Great Ones, but based on the image of Mergo's Wet Nurse, with wings and stuff - could there be any bird-like GO? I think Eileen, just by being herself, has attracted Great One's patronage or became an unspoken servant of this Great One? She's a warm "mom", but she's also connected to something so ancient.

I read some time ago that Eileen and her "foreign tradition" funeral is a reference to the Tibetan rite of heavenly burial!!!! It impressed me madly at the time, it's amazing to find such a fact after all! Thanks you, @heraldofcrow , for that! And it's already "canon" to me that this was the essence of the funeral she was conducting? Many Yharnamites found them heretical as they were in foreign traditions, but with all the despair heaped upon the city and Eileen's faith in what she was doing - I think she was called upon to do such things by people… At the very least to ensure that the soul of the deceased would have a chance at a new life and not be stuck in the clutches of the Great Ones and the eternal cycle of the Nightmare….

Eileen gives me some Boss vibes from Metal Gear, while Crow gives me some Sergei Razumovsky vibes from Bubble Comics. (TBH Sergei is the mental child of Micolash, Crow and Laurence…. I used to really like him, as well as the whole comic. But it changed the course of the storyline a bit, so I don't read it anymore)

Boss in the left, Sergei in the right (One was destined to battle her best apprentice, almost son, and die tragically(on a field full of white flowers, yeahm hello, Gehrman, take a seat), and the other one has inner crow-like crazy personality)

When Eileen became a hunter of hunters, she picked up the boy after finding him in the woods, half dead with many scars. We don't actually know how old Crow really is, some headcanon that he's a grown up man, but in my vision he's a young man of about 20, about the same age as Edgar (again, according to my headcanons! You'll never tell exactly what age is this accountant-looking man xdd)

Judging by the estimated time of the massacre, Crow was just a kid at the time. I think he was about ten years old when all this happened? Oh, ten years old is a terrible age for moral trauma. Child is too old to forget everything because of shock, and too young to find the strength to recognize and process that trauma without outside help, without creating more wounds in himself… What did he experience? What he saw? I don't even want to imagine.

But, as it sometimes happens, we expect from a "traumatized" person vulnerability, need for protection, delicate soul and sensitivity. But it happens that the consciousness gives absolutely opposite behavior, hiding all sensitivity deep and far away. So young Crow was not the best child to raise! He came to Eileen rough, heartless, with a slight sadistic tendency. I think because of him and his behavior, Eileen went through many difficult hours… But here you either refuse to let someone else's problems into your heart and miss the opportunity to help, or you live someone else's suffering as your own, and Eileen, of course, in Crow's case, chose the second option. It's a very hard thing to do. But such kindness is always reciprocated in one way or another, and it can also spark the strongest bond!

Eileen raised him, keeping him strict but spoiling him occasionally (I think she always dreamed of having a family, you know, with two people loving each other and kids? But fate deprived her of such an opportunity - she wouldn't be able to love again… But having lost it, Eileen would have gained a "son"). She couldn't not being strict and even sometimes cruel (NO physical punishments or anything else! Hard trainings - yes, tough tasks - yeah) - otherwise Crow would never have taken her seriously. Eileen was great at separating her images of "mother" and "mentor" into two different parts. "Mother" was always understanding and comforting, but "mentor" demanded that she do her bidding and kept a stern eye on her protégé's progress.

As a young boy, he was very sensitive to being laughed at. And as it happens, he did funny things quite often, whether it was awkwardness, attention-seeking, or just plain luck in life. Eileen found him funny but didn't know it hurt him. Crow was offended. But once he saw her sad, watched her stay up at night, found out HOW MUCH heaviness she had on her mind and experienced the most genuine understanding, he realized WANTED to be funny to her? That giving your loved one a reason to laugh is a way to take his mind off his problems. That's how he probably got over his exorbitant ego for the first time. And that's how people grow up! :^)

Crow grew into a skillful and very strong young man. "The student surpassed his teacher" was their situation. Crow became a better man and took from his mentor all that she could give him. Aaaaand... He made his own choice in life, I believe. He stepped out from under his mentor's wing, taking his course back to Cainhurst. And, taking to my headcanons the research of @heraldofcrow, I willingly believe he chose the "heretical path" of not taking souls to heaven as he should, but coming to his Queen and bringing those souls to her feet.

I don't think there was any drama between them when Crow committed the betrayal. There was no breakup, no words, why would they need them? He just chose his path. There's no room for her judgment, they just became strangers. They went their separate ways, and that's a conscious choice Crow made. Did it hurt Eileen? Madly, I think. But her emotions can almost never get the better of her, which is why she coldly refers to Crow as "my prey." She doesn't allow herself to take offense. Except in her failure quest line, when she's distraught and attacks a player. I think it's naturally all about Crow there. It's just that in the "failed" quest line she has no alternate successor to her covenant as a player, and thus has no hope at all. Only despair and bitter betrayal by the closest person to her.

Does it hurt Crow? I don't know. I think he respects Eileen, I think he values her and knows that he will never meet a better and more honest warrior. Maybe he's sorry he had to do it. But no more than that. Is he heartless? Not really. What's inside him? I think he wants to get back what he lost a long time ago. Unfortunately, it's human nature. Even if we feel very good in a new home, we will agonize and think about the old one we were deprived of, that old home will always be "more valuable" in our imagination….

Small headcanons and relationships!

Damian + Eileen. (of course I started with Damian I am sorry lol... My fav will be everywhere) The two met when Eileen first arrived in Yharnam. Their little unspoken friendship began over a glass of Eileen's tincture. Almost no one knew of this acquaintance, but somehow they were comfortable in each other's company. Perhaps because they were both kind-hearted adults for everyone else and had a warm personality and compassion for others.

Damian was visiting Micolash's mummy, constantly lighting candles in the hall where he is. But on one of his visits, he was able to open the empty building of the School of Mensis. He found Edgar's corpse there. He called Eileen because he wanted to give him a proper burial. Together they performed the ceremony in the proper manner. They couldn't know it, but Edgar's soul and mind, trapped in a nightmare, felt better. And when the hunter killed him finally - his soul was free and cleansed, thanks to this ritual.

Eileen + Gascoigne + Henryk + Viola. A real family friendship! Gascoigne is also a foreigner, as is Eileen, and Henryk isn't really from around here… I think Eileen was the best friend of the family, and Gascoigne's little daughters adored her! It's a common headcanon, and I like it a lot :^) They were all very connected… (I think Crow have been a frequent visitor to their house with Eileen. And Eileen would tell stories about him at the table and Crow would resent xd)

Crow + Annalise. OooOooOoooh, I'm chuffed, to tell you the truth xddd But! I think Crow could have been very much in love with Annalise as a boy, carrying that feeling for an immortal woman through the years. Only - he would still be a "boy" to her, and he would have to prove that he had indeed grown up. And, thanks to Eileen's influence, he would succeed!

Crow + Maria. In my version, they're quite different ages, but I think there's definitely a family connection between them. At least as a young boy he would have seen Maria within the castle walls. I think they would have grimaced, showing each other tongues because they're both kids at heart xd And for a while they could both learn the Blade skill, where Crow would be enamored with blood magic and Maria would be the opposite. (I really need to make a table of character ages by time of events, because otherwise I get confused, and I have different ages for Maria in different headcanons! xd)

Crow + Alfred. Alfred would probably look like a nasty little bug to Crow, wouldn't he? The kind that's annoying just by the sight of it. (I like bugs actually, all I want to say is that Crow despises Alfred) He'd obviously have heard of a follower of Martyr Logarius who zealously seeks revenge for his teacher? (I'm surprised there is no quest line in the game where these two meet and try to kill each other) And Crow couldn't even imagine this man violently cut his Queen open one day... (thanks, Hunter! xd).

Crow + Arianna. Oh, I think he would despise her as well. Not because of her kind of job, but because she, an heiress of noble blood, an aristocrat, lives under the wing of the Yharnamites who exterminated her people. I think he would have tried to kill her! But Arianna is not so simple. He simply wouldn't have succeeded. You know, that spectacular scene in the movie where the killer comes for his victim and she welcomes him with open arms, completely naked and defenseless, and he gets lost, because he's still just a young boy, not a man… If there were no such scenes, I'm sorry, but that's how I see it xd

Little Headcanons:

Crow has always wanted to wear long, luxurious curls, and Eileen was always cutting his hair, all through his youth, to make him look better (I wanted to first justify that long hair in combat is inconvenient, but it hasn't hindered anyone in Fromsoftware games yet, so okay xd)

Crow is ENTP, you can't convince me otherwise lol…. (maybe you can)

He's also great with kids, I think because kids can sense strong people and are often drawn to them, and he's exactly like that, independent and cool, so Gascoigne's daughters loved him! (He also doesn't mind playing with dolls, just in secret.)

Crow's birth name is Astolf.

I think Annalise knows Crow exists, when Good Hunter comes to the castle. But she doesn't want us to know it.

Crow and Eileen have come a long way together - growing up, accepting their own flaws, that deep bond between them where two can live like a real family while being completely unrelated. But Crow still belongs to Cainhurst and to his Queen, and so his and Eileen's paths have diverged.

Hope you enjoy reading all of those!

#ask #mutuals #my art #eileen the crow #bloody crow of cainhurst #bloodborne #bloodborne headcanons #longpost

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danceworshipper · 3 years

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Oliver Adams - HPHM Profile [redone]

(information is as of sixth year - shared universe with @ask-hphm-crew)

Identity

Name: Oliver Tyler Adams

Gender: Male (cis)

Age: 16

Birthday: May 28th, 1973 (gemini)

Species: Human/wizard

Blood Status: Halfblood

Sexuality: Pansexual

Alignment: Neutral Good

Residence: The family farm in the Irish countryside. It's huge, a bit outdated decoration-wise, and homey. His room is on the third floor, looking out over the field and he can see the sunrise if he wakes up early enough. The farm is so old and imbued with magic that Oliver can use underage magic without the Ministry finding out

Personality Type: ESFJ-A (the consul)

Magic

Wand: 13 3/4 inches of pliant pine wood encasing a phoenix feather core. The wand is thick and heavy, light in color, and with no defining marks other than Oliver's name carved into it with a knife. Doing this did not damage the wand in any way, but when Ollivander saw it he nearly had a heart attack.

Animagus: A mixed breed cat, Siamese/Ragdoll, similar to the stray cats that lounge around the farm

Misc. Magical Abilities: Legilimency and Occlumency, though he doesn't practice them often

Boggart Form: In earlier years, it was a werewolf, since one could be heard howling somewhere near the farm during full moons. As he got older and met actual werewolves like Chiara, Oliver lost his fear of them and his boggart changed to a mortally wounded vision of himself, having failed to save anyone from the vaults and meeting his own painful end

Riddikulus Form: The vision of himself is instead only afflicted with a concussion, with his Quidditch team mothering him as he insists he's fine

Amortentia (what do they smell like?): Oliver would smell like roast chicken, fresh tomatoes, and bright sunshine

Amortentia (what do they smell?): At the current point, Oliver smells the ocean, cat fur, and wood polish. As he has no strong romantic interest (though that may change very soon) the smells just make him happy and aren't related to any specific person

Patronus: Dolphin

Patronus Memory: His first time seeing the ocean. Nothing went wrong that day, and he got to see dolphins for the first time too. He and his family all had a great time together.

Mirror of Erised: His mother and grandparents standing proudly behind him. It's his graduation day, not an injury to him. Everything turned out okay

Specialized/Favorite Spells:

- Reficere Aspectu - temporarily repairs his vision. The spell he uses for Quidditch matches.

- Lumos, Aguamenti, Wingardium Leviosa - extremely useful spells for around the farm

- Arania Exumi - spider repellent is always useful

- Orchideous - he conjures flowers for his mother and grandmother all the time

- Reparo - the first Transfiguration spell he got on the first try

Appearance

[concept image made using the zepeto app]

Height: 6'3

Weight: 191 lbs

Physique: Skinny with noticeable muscles from all the Quidditch and farming

Eye Color: Light, slightly greyish blue

Hair Color: Dirty blonde, usually kept in a bowl cut that his mother gives him. Oliver knows it's not fashionable (Andre is constantly nagging him to change it) but he doesn't really care enough to learn hair charms

Skin Tone: Light, no freckles. He burns easily so when he comes back at the start of every year he's a bit pink

Body Modifications: His eyesight is atrocious. He wears round glasses most of the time and uses a temporary vision charm for Quidditch

Scarring: Oliver has a nasty scar on his back from being kicked by a cow as a kid, and some scratches on his arms and legs from the various animals and work around the farm

Fashion: This kid has no fashion. Andre is in hell. Oliver wears shorts whenever he can and t-shirts. If it's cold he'll add a flannel. Around sixth year he starts updating his wardrobe a bit, but keeps his usual clothing for around the farm. No point having decent clothing get all dirty and ripped up

Hogwarts

House: Gryffindor

Class Grades:

- Astronomy: E

- Care of Magical Creatures: E

- Charms: A

- Defense Against the Dark Arts: E

- Divination: E

- Flying: O

- Herbology: O

- History of Magic: A

- Potions: A

- Transfiguration: A

Quidditch: Keeper since year 3

Extracurriculars: Dragon Club, Gobstones Club

Favorite Professor: Professor McGonagall. She's his head of house, and she reminds Oliver a bit of his grandmother with her stern but kind nature. She encourages his love of Transfiguration, even if he isn't the best at it, and she's a huge Quidditch fan

Least Favorite Professor: Professor Dumbledore. Oliver is an easygoing, agreeable guy most of the time. He respects his elders as his grandparents taught him, but only when they deserve it. Dumbledore most certainly does not

Relationships

Mother: Katie Adams

- Katie is a shy, quiet woman. She was homeschooled for most of her life, receiving at-home tutoring in her later years as her mother Gertrude was unable to properly teach her what she needed to know, and she's only seen the inside of Hogwarts twice: when she sat in for her O.W.L.s and her N.E.W.T.s.

- As a mother, Katie made sure to raise Oliver to be kind and always drink his Respect Women Juice. She had him take on some of the farm duties at a young age to help teach him responsibility

- Oliver got kicked by a cow when she turned her back on him for no more than ten seconds. Katie's boggart is what would have happened had Oliver been standing slightly closer - he would have been paralyzed, as the kick would have hit his neck

Father: Kyle Donovan

- Oliver never knew him. He was a muggle who left Katie shortly after she became pregnant

- He was a decent guy in general, but the idea of being a father at the age of 24 scared him and he ran like a coward. He never knew about the Wizarding world, and even if he wanted to return to try and make amends he'll never be able to find the family farm ever again, thanks to Marvin

Grandfather: Marvin Adams

- Marvin is a cranky, slightly old fashioned kind of guy. He cares a lot about tradition and keeps telling Oliver that one day the farm will be his, and then his kids', and then their kids'. Oliver doesn't have the strength to tell him he's not sure he wants kids at all

- Marvin loves his wife. There were many times in their relationship where it looked like the marriage was about to fall apart, but they were somehow always able to get through them - mostly by him apologizing to Gertrude

- Oliver is able to hold his own in a duel thanks to Marvin. Despite being an old crud, he's got a lot of fight in him

Grandmother: Gertrude Adams

- Gertrude was horrified that Oliver was going to grow up without a male influence, which is why Katie never moved off the family farm with him. The old woman made Oliver learn to cook and sew so that he wouldn't be a useless husband in the future

- She's the type of person who'll say that she still dreams of marrying her teenage sweetheart and moving to an island with him, but she doesn't mean it. She loves her family and her life, but she does one day want to retire on an island

- After Oliver graduates Hogwarts and takes over the farm, Gertrude will finally be able to convince Marvin that they can retire without worrying over the farm, and they'll move to a lovely beach house. Her last ten years will be spent in her own little paradise

Love Interest: Isla Lyall @sapphicsaffir

- Isla is the twin sister of Vera, one of Oliver's closest friends in Gryffindor. Isla is in Ravenclaw, so originally they didn't spend much time together. However, Oliver always found Isla cuter than Vera

- People who didn't know them well thought Oliver and Vera liked each other, but anyone who did know them knew Vera would rather die, and that Oliver preferred the red haired twin over the blonde one

- Vera is the one who keeps pushing to get them together. She told Oliver that she knows Isla likes him, but he refused to believe it. Still, she kept trying, saying that if anyone had to be her brother-in-law she'd rather it be him

- In fourth year, Ravenclaw lost a crucial match and it took them out if running for the House Cup. Isla, a chaser, was disappointed, but went to the final match to support her sister and her crush

- Gryffindor won, and in the excitement, Isla ran up to Oliver and yanked him down so she could kiss him. Oliver understandably short-circuited, while Vera yelled "Finally!"

Best Friend: Andre Egwu

- When Oliver first met Andre, they didn't like each other at all. They were on opposing Quidditch teams, after all. But their mutual friends forced them to spend more time together, and now the two are practically inseparable. It makes little sense to most people.

- They're the kind of best friends who insult the living daylights out of each other to show their love

- They went as friends to the Celestial Ball. A few people got the wrong impression, but they've never considered dating each other. They feel more like brothers than anything else

Rival: Anyone on an opposing Quidditch team. Even if the rivalry doesn't affect them off the pitch, Oliver's instinctive reaction when he sees his opponents is one of distaste (ironic since both his best friend and his girlfriend are his rivals)

Enemy: Every last member of R

Dormmates:

- Charlie Weasley

- Ben Copper

- Jae Kim

Pets: a barn owl named Priscilla, and a sheepdog who stays at the farm named Sparky

Closest Canon Friends:

- Charlie Weasley

- Nymphadora Tonks

- Diego Caplan

Closest Noncanon Friends:

- Vera Lyall @sapphicsaffir

- The gang from @ask-hphm-crew

- Unnamed members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team

Storyline

- Oliver was raised a happy, carefree little boy. His incident with the cow never deterred him from helping his mum and grandparents around the farm, and he even gave the cow an "I'm sorry I provoked you" treat as soon as he could. He didn't ask about his father until he was ten, and Gertrude sat him down and told him what happened. Oliver resents the man that fled his mother. Gertrude knew he'd be angry and didn't tell him his father's name

- During his first couple years at Hogwarts, Oliver made friends and charmed his way into most of the professors' good graces. In year three Oliver joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and after his first match against Ravenclaw, he and Andre started butting heads until their other friends forced them to hang out more

- Oliver gets involved with the Cursed Vaults almost by accident. He has no cursed brother like the game says, but he does have a desire to help people, so when he hears of a group of students trying to save the school from certain doom, he gets involved right away

- His discovered Legilimency throws him for a loop, as no one in his family has that power. He rarely ever uses his mind reading without permission, but when it becomes necessary he's usually able to do it without the target finding out

- After Hogwarts, Oliver will take ownership of the family farm for a few years, but it's not his passion and he hates the idea of being stuck there for the rest of his life. At age twenty two he sells the farm to one of the farmhands with three young kids and uses the money to buy a bakery with an apartment above it. He grows some of his own ingredients and buys the rest at discount from the old farm, and also runs guitar lessons out of his apartment. His grandparents are a little disappointed, but they understand, and his mother reveals that she had a secret boyfriend who she moves in with and later marries. He's a nice man with a kid a little older than Oliver

- Oliver and Isla have a small wedding a little before the Battle of Hogwarts. A few years later, Isla gives birth to twin girls Kenzie and Kleio. Five years after that, their son Caspian is born

Extra Info

- Oliver is a family man through and through. If he had to, he would have stayed on the farm forever to support his family. When he has his own family, he's an extremely devoted father even though he was never sure he wanted children when he was younger

- Despite not moving on to play Quidditch professionally, Oliver does join a recreational team after he sells the farm, as does Andre, who starts up his own fashion line

- Oliver is a total house husband. Isla is a cursebreaker, and Oliver brags about her to whoever will listen. She often comes home to a fresh cooked meal/baked goods

- Oliver's a cat person. He adopts two stray kittens when he moves to the bakery and loves them with all his heart

- He can't be alone for more than a few days or he'll go crazy. He loves spending time with his friends or even meeting new people

- He starts playing the guitar at the age of seven. Marvin is the one to teach him. Later on he learns about the muggle electric guitar and buys one as soon as he can figure out how to get electricity into his apartment

- Oliver visits his grandparents at their beach house at least five times a year. He can't get enough of the ocean, even when it's too cold to go swimming (and he'll usually do it anyway)

- He's the tallest one in his immediate family. Oliver assumes he got his height from his father, but he actually got the height from Gertrude's side of the family

- Oliver will always prefer to cook himself than to go to a restaurant

- He's a fairly good dueler, but Diego could always kick his ass

- Oliver will try to arrange a big meetup with all of his friends at least once a year. Not everyone can make it every time, but he refuses to let their friendships fade into the past

- He loses the bowl cut in year seven, when Andre convinces Tonks and Diego to hold him down so Andre can fix his hair. Oliver ends up liking it and keeps it that way for years to come

#hogwarts mystery #oliver adams #character profile #hphm mc #zepeto

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writeroutoftime · 4 years

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old habits

pairing: john shelby x reader

summary: when john comes home from a day of work he finds you and finds himself reminiscing

warnings: none

words: 938 (wow, under 1k lol)

a/n: this is just a sweet little idea that popped in my head a while back, and I finally got around to writing it! the idea of john just being able to be sweet and domestic is adorable to me! please enjoy this story, stay safe, and have a lovely day!

oOoOo

The house was quiet when John walked in after a long day with his brothers. The odd thing that immediately struck him was that there were no gaggle of kids trying to gain his attention and recount every detail of their day to him. While the quiet was refreshing, John wondered and worried where his family had gone.

“I’m home.” he called into the, seemingly, empty house.

After a moment, your voice responded distantly. “In the drawing room, John.”

John walked through the house, avoiding the toys strewn across the floor, and he internally groaned at the savory smell of dinner from the kitchen. It was nice to be home in time for dinner to still be relatively warm. Once he reached the drawing room, he stood against the frame of the door admiring you. The low lighting of the room cast your face beautifully as you focused on the project in front of you. The steady hum of your sewing machine entranced you and kept you ignorant to John’s presence.

“Evening, love.” John said as he walked towards you, knelt beside you, and kissed your cheek.

A hum left your lips in response and you placed a pin in the cloth to mark your spot. “Hello, John.” you turned and kissed him properly.

There was a moment of serenity as John laid his head against you and you soothingly ran your fingers through his hair. It wasn’t often that the pair of you had a moment alone between your kids and the rest of the Shelby family. You felt John relax under your touch and a smile rested on your lips. It was moments like these with your husband that you treasured dearly. Moments when everything stopped for a few seconds, and the two of you were the only people in the world.

“Where are the kids?” John finally asked quietly, not wanting to break the spell.

“Oh, Katie organized a scavenger hunt for them after dinner.” you said, fondly.

John nodded and noted the sun setting, meaning the kids would be in shortly when it set, or when they noticed his car parked in the driveway. “Whatcha working on?” he turned the question on you and shifted positions so that he now sat in your chair, with you on his lap.

Your project sat to the side, now discarded. “Well, some of George’s clothes were torn, so I’m mending them. And poor Will is growing so fast, none of his clothes fit anymore. I figured since I had the machine out, I might as will start to sew him some new ones.” you explained.

John smiled at your answer but sighed internally. Between working at Shelby Company Limited two days a week and taking care of the kids (and himself if John was being honest), you did so much that he never wanted you to feel overwhelmed. John would do anything to make your life easier and ease any suffering you experienced.

For the twelve years that you and John had been married, you always took it upon yourself to sew new clothes or toys for your children or use the fewest ingredients while still getting the most out of dinner, all while pouring over finances for your weekly budget. It was something that took John back to the days when he and you were first together. Before the war, and before the Peaky Blinders had truly made a name for themselves.

Back then it had just been the two of you – a couple of teenagers – shortly followed by Katie, and your lives had had consisted of pinching pennies, and living paycheck to paycheck. While the two of you always managed to get by, John had wanted more for you and your ever-expanding family. He promised he would give you a better life, and he had finally been able to make good on that promise.

The two of you had moved out of your small, cramped house in Small Heath and moved out towards the country in a house where your kids had space to run and play and have a dog and some chickens. It was everything the two of you had dreamed of. But those old habits must have been ingrained in your mind because John would often come across you mending ripped clothing or tirelessly scrubbing a stain out of a shirt when you could easily afford to buy ten more. However, each time, John would smile and think how god-damn lucky he and his kids were to have someone as caring as you.

“You know you don’t have to do that, love.” John reminded you, taking your hands in his and gently kissing the spots you had scratched yourself with the needle. “We can go into town this weekend and get the kids new clothes.” he promised.

“I know, but I don’t mind.” you said and leaned back into John’s embrace.

John sighed. “I love you, y/n. And I promised you a better life, and I don’t want you overworking yourself, especially when you don’t have to.” he admitted.

“I’m not.’ you said. “I promise.” you added on when he gave you a pointed look.

“Whatever you say, love.” John said and kissed you deeply before a chorus of “dad” reached your ear and your children jumped over you and John, causing you to break apart.

Suddenly, your sewing was discarded as you smiled and watched your children interact with John as you held your youngest in your lap. Maybe the two of you weren’t living as elegant of a life as Tommy did, but you were all happy – rich or poor.

#john shelby x reader #john shelby imagine #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x reader

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scentedbygunpowder · 5 years

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Wumptober 2019 Day 2 – Explosion Word Count: 1612 Author: Katie/Ally (scentedbygunpowder) Rating: G Characters: Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye. Mentions of Berthold Hawkeye Summary: Roy’s first serious attempt at flame alchemy doesn’t quite go as planned. Notes: Seriously, I can do better than this. But it’s almost midnight and I’ve been up since 5:30 so I give up for now.

Explosion

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“Are you sure about this?” Riza’s voice was uncertain, as uncertain as the rest of her looked. She bit her lip as she looked over at Roy, her brows drawn together, and her hands clasped uncertainly in front of her.

The two of them were standing out in a field a bit behind the Hawkeye house. Berthold had taken Roy here before for some alchemy practices that couldn’t be done indoors. He had also brought him here the first time he had shown the boy flame alchemy. It was a large field, and always a bit marshy, which made it a good place for flames in general. It was always a bit wet, so they didn’t spread far if something did catch on fire.

“It will be fine,” he reassured her. “We’ve both looked at the equations, and I’ve examined your father’s work over and over again. We’ve got this, Riza. I know I can do it. I can use these equations and this circle to perform flame alchemy and keep it controlled.” He grinned at her, holding up the gloves that Riza had just finished sewing for him. They had figured out a special type of cloth to use, and she had made him gloves out of it, carefully and precisely stitching his circle onto it.

And now they were going to try them out.

Riza still looked uncertain about it, his grin not seeming to reassure her any, and it faded a bit. “Why don’t you stand a bit away, just in case. I mean, I don’t think something will go wrong, but just in case, it’d be good to have one of us able to get help.”

“Alright,” she agreed, and then hesitated. “…You will be careful, won’t you, Roy?”

He girnned at her again. “Of course I will!”

She looked at him again, her gaze sweeping over him with that unfathomable look she sometimes got, and then she nodded, carefully picking her way across the mushy ground to an area she felt was suitably far away. He watched her, not willing to try this until she felt she was far enough away. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her. Even throughout his time at the academy, he had never forgotten her. He had always intended to come back here, back to her, even if he had thought it would be under better circumstances.

With her nod that she was ready, Roy pushed all other thoughts from him mind and focused himself in on the alchemy. He thought about the components of the air, of the oxygen he’d need, of the path he wanted the flames to take. He knew the theories. He knew the principles. Now it was time to see if it worked. He took a breath in, and snapped.

Nothing.

Wait—He wasn’t focusing on the circle then. Alright, try it again.

He focused on the circle, activating it. There was a smell of ozone, a feeling of the molecules of the air. He snapped.

Nothing.

Okay, that time he focused too hard on the circle and not enough of snapping hard enough to make a spark.

He tried again. Just like the circle itself, his concentration had to be a balance. Part of it on activating the circle and what he wanted it to do, part of it on snapping the glove hard enough to get a spark. This time he felt the circle activate, smelled the ozone, could tell where the path he wanted it to take in the air was, and he snapped hard enough for a spark.

Fire blossomed.

Roy’s eyes widened, filled with the thrill of getting it right, of the power he had. Grinning widely, he snapped again, affecting the molecules in the air and sending another bolt of flame out. He laughed, and looked over at Riza. She was standing there with her eyes wide, and her mouth slightly dropped. Roy laughed in sheer pleasure of having accomplished this, and snapped again, this time getting it slightly closer to Riza. She smiled back at him, clearly thrilled that he had managed to do it too.

And then, a split second before it happened, Roy felt it.

It retrospect they should have remembered that Berthold had always avoided that part of the field, had never gone over there. He had never told them or said not to, but he didn’t do things without a reason. They should have remembered.

But they didn’t.

The flames reached the air nearer to Riza, and suddenly they went wild, and exploded. He felt them leave his control, explode, and he heard Riza cry out.

“Riza!” He took off running toward where she had been, even with the wall of flame there. Why had it exploded? There had to have been something flammable in the air there. His mind whirled on that, as well as on how to deal with the flames that were separating him from Riza. “Riza!” he called out again.

“Think, Roy, Think!” he berated himself. With the circle he could alter oxygen. If he could increase it, could he decrease it? It was worth a try. He concentrated and snapped again, hoping that this would work. It seemed to dim the fire some, as if it were taking away part of the fuel that was in the air. But if there was some other gas in the air, he didn’t have enough control or understanding yet to be able to control that. Still, this was enough that he could race through and around the flames to find Riza.

“Riza! Riza!” He called out. A cry caught his ear, and he went running towards it. She was further back then he thought she would be, laying on the ground. She was all around singed, some of her clothes burned, and he could see a gash on her head. She was injured. She was hurt. He dropped to his knees beside her in the sodden ground, reaching for her. She opened her eyes, looking at him with pain.

“Roy—Roy the fire.” She said to him.

“But you’re hurt!” He protested.

“You have to put out the fire!” she insisted. “It’ll spread… Please.”

He heard her unspoken words. If it spread to the house she’d lose everything she had, even if it wasn’t much. He nodded and moved to take care of the fire, using alchemy to create a dirt pile to smother it. It took longer than he wanted, but finally it was done, and he was rushing back to Riza’s side. She had managed to push herself upright against a tree and he could see her more clearly.

A bleeding gash on her head, sleeves burned away where she had protected her face, and small burns on her hands and arms. Her hair was singed, and she was littered in small cuts and bruises. “Are you alright?” it was probably one of the dumbest questions he had ever asked, but it had to be asked.

“What happened?” she asked him, her eyebrows drawn together.

“You’re not answering my question.” He insisted.

She just looked at him.

With a sigh he reached out, and worked his arms underneath her.

“Wait—what are you doing? Roy!”

“You’re hurt, and it’s my fault,” he said. “I’m taking you back to the house and getting you cleaned up.”

“I’ll be fine. I—“

“Please. Please, Riza. Don’t say you’ve been through worse.”

Her mouth closed.

It was a short walk back to the house, where he took her to the bathroom and sat her down carefully before rummaging around for the first aid supplies.

“At least your clothes aren’t burned to you,” he offered.

“Yes. That’s a good thing.” Her voice was dry, and he honestly couldn’t tell if it she was being serious or sarcastic. She was quiet as he worked, taking the time to attend to every burn, every scratch, every cut. He concentrated in on that, not wanting to think about how this could have turned out much, much worse. But of course she wouldn’t let it stay at that, and she spoke again. “Roy… What happened out there?”

He was quiet for a moment as he wrapped a burn on her arm, before noticing that one of her ankles was swelling a bit and looking at it as well. “I’m not sure,” he admitted. “I had control. Up until the flames hit the air around you, I had control.”

“So something was different about the air there.” She murmured, wincing as he started wrapping her ankle too.

“Yes,” he said. “I’m not sure, but I wonder if there’s methane or some other flammable gas in the air there.”

“…That would make sense,” she said. “The ground is marsh-like, and Father never went over that way with flames.”

“And neither will I,” he proclaimed.

“Oh yes you will,” she retorted, almost as soon as he had said it.

He stopped and jerked his head up at her. “What? Riza, no! That explosion was too big! Look at you! You’re injured! I can’t—“

“Yes, you can,” she repeated. “If I’m going to give you the secrets of flame alchemy, then you’ve got to master it—and that means even when there are other things in the air.” Her look was firm. “I’m trusting it to you. That means you’ve got to be able to handle it.”

For a moment, he was frozen, and then his expression softened. “Yeah. Yeah, alright.”

They fell silent again as he tended to her wounds and then cleaned up the bathroom. This had been a setback. But they were both determined that, setback or not, Roy Mustang would master flame alchemy, become a state alchemist, and use it for the good of Amestris.

#whumptober2019 #no.2 #fma fanfiction #FMA fanfic #Roy Mustang #riza hawkeye #writing #my writing #seriously I can do so much better then this #but my brain has stopped on me omg

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otherpeoplespolyester · 7 years

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August 7

Fashion/Sewing and Ceramics Classes at the Northwest School Summer Camp: Day 1&2

This is my second year teaching at the NWS Summer camp. It’s good to see familiar and new faces, have fun teaching some fantastic kids, and to enjoy the school lunches! I have moved to teaching full time and am thrilled. Currently teaching: 1000 things to do with a T-shirt, Re-fabulous refashioning (co-teaching with Katy Flynn of KFLY) and Functional Ceramics (co-teaching with Curtis).

Day 1

The first day was hectic as usual. People were everywhere! I met my students in the commons and brought them to class.

In my first class, 1000 Ways to Transform a T-Shirt, I had 11 students, many were from Asia- mainly China, Taiwan, Japan, and South Korea. I had 1 boy in my class, which was cool. Only a few of my students were native English speakers, so I had to slow down and explain things in as simple of terms as possible. Class flow was as follows: Self introductions and goals for the class ( we will make small projects and work to something bigger plus a trip to the thrift store); showing students the classroom tools, safety, and etiquette ( starting with notions, fabric, sewing machines, and ironing board); my emphasis was on slowing down and taking time to do consistent work.

Then I showed a demo of how to thread a sewing machine, had students partner up and practice how to thread the machine themselves (I mentioned that on day 2, we would practice again and then have a contest to see who could thread the fastest). After they were comfortable, I did a demo on sewing two knit fabric squares together, taking the time to pin, backstitch and press. Finally, students were shown how to do a non-sewing project of making a fringe banner. Most students did not finish the banner project by the time class finished.

Class prep notes for 1000 ways to Transform a T: Before class– Write daily agenda on board. Prep enough knit squares for each person in the class. During class, while students are threading the machine- draw a picture of and define these terms: “Seam allowance” and “Backstitch”. During demo of fringe making- be sure to have them use chalk and rulers; this enforces “slowing down” and focusing on quality work.

In my second class, Re-fabulous Repurposed Clothing, Katy and I had 8 students; again many were international students. We had 2 boys in our class. We began our day with self-introductions, class etiquette and safety, and showing them the tools of the trade. Again, we led a sewing machine threading demo and had the students partner up to practice.

This time, we had students sew together their squares on 3 sides, requiring them to pivot in the corners and trim after pressing. I was happy to have those sewing terms “seam allowance” and “backstitch” on the board. After doing a pressing demo, we began a simple bowtie project. Students finished their first squares off, then were able to pick and finish a bowtie of their own fabric choosing.

Prep for Refab- cut squares from woven fabrics for the students to use. Write agenda for the day.

Finally, in Functional Ceramics, Curtis and I had 16 students! Half of our students were from China, and half from the USA. We didn’t do any personal introductions, and just got right to it. Curtis began by talking about ceramics, the room, and the flow of the class (week 1- build create make dry and fire; week 2- paint paint paint and fire). He showed students the kiln area and the stages that clay goes through from start to finish, as well as where the clay lives and about the buckets of slip on the table.

Game time! Groups of 4 must build the highest mushroom tower! 1 rep grabs clay and brings it to the table. Winner! Then we balled it all up and wrapped it in plastic. Afterwards, we did a demo involving a rolling pin, pieces of yardstick, and a lump of clay. Functional ceramics- we made a tile/plate. Then he discussed the different types of tools to use, scratch to attach, showed a few slides, and set the students to work. At the end we went through the cleanup process. Excited for day 2!

Day 2

This is the day that students are given the opportunity to switch classes. To my surprise, no one switched from any of my classes, and we had a few new arrivals. Session 1, my 1001 T-shirt peeps practiced threading the machine and had a contest to see who could thread it the quickest. After that, we finished up making a fringe thing and then they went on to begin their second project- a beanie. I introduced them to a pattern and they drafted their own following a few sets of measurements.

After cutting their pattern, they selected fabrics (need to change pattern for next sessions because we only have a bunch of youth L sized t shirts in blue), and laid out and cut their pattern pieces. Some students got to sewing their beanie up. Those who finished early moved on to sketching out their dream beanie.

In session 2, re-fab, it was tote bag time! We began by having the students select, press, and cut their pieces. At the end of class, almost everyone was finished cutting out their pieces (18″x18″, 2pcs; 8″x8″, 1 pc, and 45″-60″x4″, 2pcs) and had all experienced using the sewing machine.

In ceramics, day 2, our project was to make a cup. The demo was similar to begin with- grab sticks, a roller, fettling knife and a scratcher tool. We showed the 2 different ways to make a cup- 1 by making and rolling a slab, and 2- a deconstructed cup- by cutting out a rounded trapezoid. Talked about handles, feet, lip/mouth flare, busted out 500 cups book. Cool!

Peace Out,

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flora4373 · 7 years

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Here's some of my story I've been writing....

It all began with a story. A legend really, of a boy and a girl who were destined to save the world and twins who were meant to be their other half. When the world is at an end these four will stand as one and lead those remaining into a new world. Twins: Tori and Jace Holt. Full Names: Victoria Katherine Holt, Age: 21, D.O.B: 06/02/1995 Hair: Fire Red, Eyes: Change color based on mood, Height: 5’6, Weight: 130 lbs. Jace Thomas Holt Age: 21, D.O.B: 06/02/1995 Hair: Nut Brown, Eyes: Ice Blue and Emerald green specks, Height: 5’6, Weight 130 lbs. Both have Olive Complexion, and always wear sunglasses. Traits: Tori: Hunting, Tracking, softball, Racing, Hockey. Activities: Singing, Drawing, Writing. Element: Water Abilities: Control of Water, Water magic, Breathing underwater, Clear path when it rains, Telepathy. Traits: Jace: Hockey, Baseball, Archery, Swimming. Activities: Singing,Fiddle, Painting, Writing. Element: Fire Abilities: Fire Control, Explosions, Telepathy. Both Have abilities in Combat, healing, military tactics, long range shooting, History, Tracking, Bilingual, Tori: I woke up to a crash in the backyard. What the hell was that?!! I thought to my brother. I think it came from out back. I got up and stretched and went downstairs and looked out back. “ Jace…” Silence “JACE!!!!!” I saw before me a sight that you only saw in movies, the world was grey and she walked out which was a huge mistake. I saw my neighbor and talked to him “ Hey do you know what happened?” I realized then that what was once my neighbor was now a rotting mess. I screamed and ran back inside and locked the doors and casting a barrier around the house. “Victoria what in the name of all that is holy is going on down there?” My mom came running down the stairs and saw my face. “Zombies… Apocalypse… Dont…. Go… out there!” I was trying to catch my breath. She looked at me and ran outside. “MOM!” I yelled right as she was bitten. Jace: Tori was asking questions a mile a minute but all I caught was Is this the end of the world?. I sighed and got out of the shower. What if this is the Zombie Apocalypse? I was joking of course but i heard her crying downstairs. Not the quiet sobs but the loud gut wrenching ones. Jace get the hell down here! Tori was clearly distressed, I got up and ran down the stairs. “Tori what the Hell?” She sniffed and looked up, her eyes a light purple showing she was upset. “Mom and Dad are gone” she looked like she was struggling not to cry. I knelt down next to her and was hoping she was joking. “you're kidding right? I mean they probably left for food or went to see grandma” I was trying to figure out whether or not she was joking. “No Jace they are gone... Zombies now” She hugs me as I went to my knees. Not believing her I jumped up and ran to the back window, and saw my parents their faces half decayed. Boy and girl story: Girl: Name : Katrina Marie Mason ( Kat) Age: 20, D.O.B: 01/15/1996 Hair: Platinum blonde, Eyes: Light brown, Height: 5’2, Weight: 110lbs, Skin: Fair Boy: Name: Carter George Reise Age: 19, D.O.B: 10/22/1997 Hair: Sandy Blonde, Eyes: Dark Green, Height: 6’3, Weight:205lbs, Skin: Light Brown Kat: Sports: Shooting, Swiming, Dancing, Softball, Soccer. Activities: Drawing, Sewing, Cooking, Gardening Element: Earth Abilities: Earthquakes, eruptions, grow plants in any climate, Telekenisis, Telpathy Carter: Sports: Running, Swimming, Biking, Boxing. Activities: Gamer, Song Writer, Gutair. Element: Air Abilities: Control of air flow, breathing underwater, flight, windstorms, Telepathy. Kats Story: I was running my early morning run when everything happened. It was my wedding day “Keep going almost there!” I kept repeating to myself out loud. I stopped though when I saw a plane crash in the distance and everybody around me I noticed werent the same smiling neighbors. I watched in horror as my neighbors bit each other. I looked at my phone and started running. Shit im going to be late I wonder if the girls know whats going on. I thought to myself as I ran back to my house. When I got there my friends and bestfriend stopped what they were doing and turned. “Katy we were waiting for you!” Milly Staie gleefuly chirped. All of their faces all of their faces were rotting. You could smell the stench which was horrible, just imagine the smell of rotting meat and the smell of feces and puke. I ran upstairs so as to get away from the stench. I tried to reach eric my fiancee but all I got was his voicemail. “Dammit Eric!” I slammed my phone down and grabbed my backpack and filled it with neccessary thing. “Well it seems like a good time to visit Auntie Breiell in St. Louis” Carters Story: I was playing a video game when I heard a loud screaching noise from the other end of my headphones. “Dude you ok ?.... Jake?” All I heard was loud screeching. I took off my headphones and went downstairs. “ Hey dad whats going on? Something weird is going on” I laughed hoping it was just something some people are doing like a hoax. He slowly turned when I started talking and I almost screamed. His face was horrifying his skin was greyish brown, his ear was falling off. I turned on my heals and ran to my room and locked myself in the room. He kept scratching the door I knew i diddnt have much time. I grabbed my medkit and survival pack. Beside my bed was my weaponry I put all of my weapons in my pack and climed out the window. I put m y earbuds in and jimi hendrix came on (Purple Haze) I started walking across roofs when my mom called me. Toris Story: “Well Jace we gotta go to missouri” our grandmother had called me early this morning. I started packing everything we needed into the car and it was so hot you could feel the air thick and heavy melting with every breath. Thats a far drive sis I mean were in West virginia what if we run out of gas? I stopped and wiped the streams of sweat off my face. We gotta keep packing and pack effecient then, also quickly cause we gotta get moving. Hand me that case of water bottles and some canned food. Ill get the weapons. I started packing all of our guns and other weapons. I was proficent in knife throwing and target practice. All of the knives had spots in my clothes. I started putting the knives in my jacket, boots, backpack, and pants. We need a map and some first aid kits also some extra shoes. I thought tieng my hair up and lacing my boots. We for sure need toiletries and sewing kits, and dry in shampoo. Grabbing my keys I put them in the ignition before I started the car though I put a silencing spell on my car so we diddnt start a horde. I revved up the engine and we were off to grandmas house. Jaces Story: Where in the hell are we tori? I was freaking out because she was driving so fast. Chill Jace we are in Kentucky near Fort Knox. Im driving as fast as the car will let me also we will have to cut through Tennessee and Illinois to get there because bridges are being knocked down and we have to take a detour. She looked troubled, I put a hand on her shoulder. I looked down at my phone which I had a feeling we have unlimited data now and called my girlfriend. She picked up and she sounded relieived, “Jace where are you?” “somewhere in Kentucky near Fort Knox why where are you?” Hearing her voice I thought I would feel better but I diddnt. “ Well My family and I are going to Canada and try and see if there are more people there” “Im going to St. Louis to see my grandma she sounded worried about us so were starting the long journey” She said goodbye and hung up…. No I love you just goodbye, deep down I knew she was cheating on me but I just couldnt fathom saying anything to her it just seemed to cruel. Meanwhile while I was just burried in my thoughts Tori was crying.

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florar373 · 7 years

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Here is some of what I've been writing....

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wordsbetweenthelines · 7 years

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hey there self

last night you did not post, because you fell asleep or something, probably

this getting tired earlier thing could be jet lag, could be wobblesomnia, who knows

anyway yesterday was easter was enjoyable except when it was hell

in the morning you ate a donut

and katie and dot came by before church

and dot had a mini egg hunt in the sun room

then you got a shower

and wore your new blue dress and the sleeves didn’t bother you all day!!

and the 2 hour car ride each way (so soon after 24 hours of travel) didn’t bother you either

and the food was yummy

and you talked with aunt m and aunt j and aunt c and alicia and that was all lovely

talked about vacations, and theatre, and sewing, and stuff

but there was a bit when you were talking with katie and aunt j and the topic was: ikea. so aunt j was “we’re getting an ikea people will line up 2 days in advance” and katie was “I get their coupons they are not so great why line up so soon” and “but they are nice when I bought dot’s kitchen set” and you were “I’m thinking of buying a nightstand from them and decorating it instead of building one from scratch” WHICH WAS ON TOPIC OF IKEA AND FURNITURE

but while you were in the middle of an on topic sentence katie was “oh look how disgustingly massive my stomach is moving” and aunt j was “oh yes let’s ignore and talk over beth and change the subject to discuss forever and in detail how extremely and horrifyingly pregnant you are” and you couldn’t just. leave. because then it would look like you were throwing a petty tantrum or something. so you had to sit there and listen to it and try not to vomit or cry

anyway

the egg hunt was delightful. four kids: three in the main yard, dot near the house. and dot was like “oooh a red one! a blue one! ooh!” with every egg she found which was adorable.

apparently grandma has a policy that “the older kids that aren’t married yet” get an egg. ‘cause someone was like “beth your egg is around that side of the house” and you were like “??? I’m 26? aren’t I too old for this??” and you were like “katie and todd did you get an egg? this does not seem fair?” so you guess you’ll just be getting $5 in an egg hidden somewhere every year until forever??

you find it........kind of insulting? and you can’t put your finger on why? maybe because you’re a grownass adult and still considered one of the “older kids” (TEENAGERS. THE NEXT OLDEST GRANDKID IS A FUCKING TEENAGER. STILL IN HIGH SCHOOL.). maybe because it doesn’t seem fair that you get one but katie, todd, and alicia don’t, and they probably stopped getting their eggs younger than you are now?

anyway, you found the egg hidden inside a wall, woohoo

it was raining when you got home, which sucked because you got wet, but is great because it washed away the pollen

you watched elementary with mom and dad, tho dad fell asleep and mom probably wanted to too. (jet lag is looking more likely)

today

clothes

teeth

breakfast

nuvaring in

assorted feedback

eshakti

lush

eshakti again

???

just clear out your inbox you’ll find something

card for anglo

walk huskies

shows

laundry

help make dinner

#bad brains sabbatical

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