A children's play

Taxi_57

“Where are you going?”

“Babysitting my friend’s sister.”

“Fun, eh?”

“It’s great,” he says. “I actually love playing with children. Strange for my age, right?”

“Well - yeah, definitely. You have siblings?”

“Five. All younger. But it’s great. I love it.”

“Wow…”

He laughs. “I know. I don’t think I’ve actually ever been annoyed with any of my brothers and sisters. It’s kind of worrying, actually.”

“No…no…that’s great!”

“No…but I don’t think it’s a good thing - to have never been annoyed at someone. Especially someone close to you. Because when something bad happens, neither of you know how to react. You know what I mean?”

“Mmmm.”

“And I can kind of feel something building up inside me. I might be imagining it, but I’m not sure. It’s something like this. I started feeling this when - well, it was not a long long time ago. It’s like, I have to leave home someday, right? It’s not like I can stay and look after them forever.”

“Sure, sure. Of course.”

“I mean - sometimes I feel like I’m being tied down. Like I can’t move anywhere. It’s bad, isn’t it? I mean - to feel like this.”

“Yeah. You shouldn’t feel that way about things. But it’s only natural, I guess. It means you’re getting ready to leave.”

“But it’s also kind of ironic, because it kind of gives me security. The fact that I’m being tied down. And I have…pretty big dreams.” He gives me an embarrassed smile. “But the bigger they are, the scarier they seem. And the scarier they seem, the more I want to stay at home. But the more I feel tied down, the bigger my dreams become. It’s a paradox. It’s like I’m trying to reach the sky, but every time I reach further into the sky the deeper my feet want to sink into ground. I’m just going in opposite directions. Like a tree. My roots and branches.”

The sound of sloshing raindrops. The rain falls on the umbrellas. I think they look much better when they are being used. 

I did have a ridiculous dream though that the wives were involved in another car chase with the war boys but they drove through a residential area and Angharad was like “okay we have tk slow down there’s a speed limit and children at play” AND EVERYONE SLOWED DOWN???? Like there was still a chase but it did not exceed 25 mph

Jello Shots.

We traded glances from across the room.
I caught you smile
and glass butterflies exploded in my stomach.
I gathered myself,
finished my drink,
and found enough courage
to talk to you.
I could see it:
a quiet house out in the country,
with a yard where the children could play.
They’d have my hair and your eyes.
They’d be beautiful and strong.
I offered you a drink.
you were apprehensive at first,
but you accepted.
I went back to our quiet house:
the sun setting over the hills,
you beside me,
and any earthly woes
evaporated from my conscience.
The bartender approached us.
You ordered a round of jello shots,
and I knew then
that I could never love you.

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Riders on the Storm ~ The Doors

Riders on the storm, riders on the storm
Into this house we’re born, into this world we’re thrown
Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

There’s a killer on the road, his brain is squirmin’ like a toad
Take a long holiday, let your children play
If ya give this man a ride, sweet family will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Girl ya gotta love your man, girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand, make him understand
The world on you depends, our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah

Riders on the storm, riders on the storm
Into this house we’re born, into this world we’re thrown
Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan
Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm, riders on the storm
Riders on the storm, riders on the storm

Sailboats

I wrote some small slice-of-life type things about M’rhiki today!  This is one from his childhood and the longer of the two that I wrote.  Puttin’ it below the cut.  Featuring a certain other cat whose name rhymes with Smella’wo ( hornyboner )

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4. pastelsecurity - Rp Adina-Biomachine
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7. assholemarco -Rp Marco- sugarbabycarlos ex BF.
8. littlekit-jezzy -Rp Non Strex Jezabel
9. q-ueenofthe-dammed- Rp Bella- Queen of demons
10. knightofthedammed- Rp literally Lucifer
11. alejandro-ofstrex - Rp DB Carlos
12. strexsown-cupid - Rp Anteros- matchmaker
13. xharleyx-quinnx - Rp Harley Quinn (still in progress)
14. yoursmilinggoddess - Rp Smiling Goddess
15. littlespitfire-izzy - Rp Jezzys double
16. richest-maninthebluffs- Rp Marcus double
17. the-smiling-children - Rp multiple kids (still in progress)
18. lysamydarling - Rp Lysa- mute ex slave

caesar probably takes his coffee black when he goes out to the café with people but when he goes alone he probably gets like… a pumpkin spice latte and one time joseph catches him there with one and he’s like “AHA!” and points at the latte like he caught caesar doing something bad. but then caesar is just like “jojo, did you come to a CAFÉ… for a milkshake??????” and they’re just standing there mutually judging each other, joseph with his finger out and caesar with his arms crossed. caejose’s romance isnt pride and prejudice, it’s hecking 100% prejudice and prejudice even when it comes to Café menu choices leTS BE REAL