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I was tagged by wanttosingyoutosleep (thank u!!) and I tag all of my mutuals bc I want to get to know all of u better and I know this is a cop out, I just can’t think of 10 people without feeling like I’ve excluded anyone lmao, apologies if you’re on mobile
This sure has been one hectic week – hence why I haven’t been here a lot even though I’d love to crIES – but you bet I’ll try to be online tomorrow to get to some replies/asks aND CELEBRATE THIS IDIOT’S BIRTHDAY
sun rises on a gorgeous Wednesday morning, bathing the city of Los
Angeles in a mixture of golds, reds, and oranges. As the rays continue
their ascension over the city, they start to seep into the apartment of
one Mark Fischbach, spilling into both
his and his 5 year old little boy’s rooms. The intense glow of the
golden beams was enough to cause Mark to crack open his eyes. He awakens
with a yawn, stretching and running his hands through his hair.
reached over to the night stand, and grabbed his phone off the charger.
Upon turning it on and unlocking it, he came to discover that today was
May 20th, his little boy Cayden’s 5th birthday. A small jolt of shock
ran through his mind, and he realized he’d forgotten to get him
something. ‘Oh shit’ he thought. It was only 8 AM, Cayden never woke up
before noon. 'It’s okay, I have some time. I’ll just slip out and get
him something before he wakes up.’ he thought.
quietly began to dress himself, throwing on a black tee with his
favorite red flannel over it, and a pair of dark blue jeans with a pair
of grey converse. He snuck out of his room, and quietly slipped out of
his apartment, locking the door behind him. He ran down to his car, in
the parking lot, and headed off to the nearest Walmart. He scanned the
shelves searching for the perfect gift for his son, thinking about what
he knew Cayden liked, what he’d been talking to his son about, and what
was safe for him.
considered multiple items. Magic cards, pokemon, Yugioh, but decided
against them, thinking Cayden would want to learn to play and Mark
didn’t know how to play himself, so how could he teach him? He
considered getting him a BB gun, but decided against it quickly. 'That
kid would shoot his eye out.’ he thought. He looked at trucks, planes,
helicopters, all of which he already had. Then a thought occurred to
him. 'Does he have any stuffed toys? I don’t think he has a single
stuffed animal.’ He scoured the shelves for the perfect bear for his
boy. There were black bears, lions, tigers, elephants, horses, and then
he found it. The perfect toy.
was a bear with chocolate brown fur and shiny blue eyes. It had a cute
little black bow tie with a small top hat. It looked oddly familiar, but
he simply couldn’t place his finger on why. He thought Cayden would
love it, it was adorable! He bought it, and drove home as quickly as
parked the car, pulled the gift out of the back, and ran back to his
apartment. He fumbled with his keys until finding the correct one to
unlock the door to the small apartment. As he placed the precisely cut
piece of silver in the door and turned it, he heard movement from
inside. A sort of shuffling. He turned the doorknob as slowly as
possible, and opened the door. He scanned the immediate area, and the
living room appeared to be clear. He came the rest of the way in, and
turned to shut the door. He noticed a figure out of the corner of his
eye just standing there. He half didn’t want to know what it was.
mother of-!” Mark stopped himself when he saw his little weasel
standing there in his Superman onesie. “Hi daddy!” the child cooed. “Hey
son, what are you doing up so early?” Mark laid down the bags and
picked up Cayden. “You were gone, so I got up and tried finding you but
you wasn’t in the house.” Mark felt a little guilty for leaving him
alone, but he wasn’t gone that long. A quick glance at the clock showed
it was only 15 til 9. “Aww, I’m sorry buddy. Daddy just had to run out
for a few minutes.” He set the child down on the couch, and grabbed the
green bag off the floor. There were blue spirals with dots of glitter on
it, and out of the top was a tuft of yellow tissue paper. “Guess what
daddy was doing?” Mark teased.
eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, and his focus was totally on the
bag. “Is that my birthday present?” The child asked. “It is, but you
gotta close your eyes if you want it.” Cayden shut his dark green eyes
and held out his tiny hands. Mark walked towards him, ruffled his dark
brown hair, and set the bag in his hands. “You can open your eyes now,
son.” Cayden opened them to find the present in his hand, and tore out
the tissue paper. “It’s a bear!! It’s a bear!” The toddler cheered.
“Yep! I saw him this morning and thought you’d love him! So, what are
you gonna call him son?” Cayden thought for a moment, examining every
inch of the bear before deciding on a suitable name. “Freddy! I wanna
call him Freddy!”
name seemed to hit a bad chord with Mark. He had a faraway look in his
eyes, as if he wasn’t fully there. It’s like he was reliving some sort
of horrid war, or tragic scene that had taken place in his life. Like
someone had ripped out his soul, skinned it, and put it back in.
Suddenly he remembered why that bear had seemed so damn familiar.
Freddy. He thought that damn game had died years ago. He thought he was
free from the clutches of all things Fazbear. How wrong he was. He
wished he’d never picked that one, that he’d recognized it earlier, that
he’d picked anything but that bear. But, he didn’t want to give his son
the idea that it was a bad name. He smiled, albeit forced, and pat
Cayden on the head. “….That’s a great name, son. I’m glad you like
I find it VERY ANNOYING when I’m with my brother and someone will come up to us and say something along the lines of “Wow you two look so much alike! Are you related?”, when we say yes the first thing that almost everyone says something like “But he’s black and you’re white so you two can’t be related”.
It makes no sense that you would even ask us if we are related and then say that we can’t be related because of the color of our skin. My brother and I aren’t just black and white we’re actually mixed with a number of races, however people only focus on black and white. If either of us our by ourselves then no one could guess our race because from past experience everyone assumes that we’re mixed, yet whenever we’re together it’s always “YOU’RE BLACK AND SHE’S WHITE SO YOU’RE NOT RELATED”. I NEVER have this problem when I’m with my other sibling (keep in mind my other siblings and I have different dads but the same mom and we don’t actually look alike at all.) when I’m with my other siblings people will say “oh is this your sister? You look so alike!” of course my other siblings and I have lighter skin which is probably the only reason why anyone would believe us when we say we’re related.
So please for the sake of my sanity
STOP TELLING ME WHAT MY RACE IS.
DON’T TELL ME WHO IS AND WHO ISN’T MY BROTHER BECAUSE OF OUR SKIN TONE.
LEARN HOW GENETICS WORK AND THAT IT IS THE YEAR 2015 SO YOU DON’T LOOK LIKE AN IGNORANT PRICK.