come on son!

Monday

I’m ready for the heat of the sun.

Weekends go by way to fast.

I’m excited to whats to come. Whatever it is.

My son starts his first job today. It’s amazing how things can look so different than what they did a year ago. So different.

I was so ready for change.

Cheers

anonymous asked:

Where did the mods get their names from? (Sorry if this is too personal, just some of your names seem really random and weird-!)

Mod Ash: I’ve always had some name or other relating to fire.  Ash is one I haven’t used before.

Mod Ruby: Ruby Rose (from RWBY) is the love of my life.

Mod Lune: Ash said she was reminded of the name so I just went with it

Mod Ceae: Ceae is a corruption of Solanaceae, plus the pronunciation (See-Ai) is a play on one of my other nicknames

Mod Esper: My name comes from my son, Add. :3

splitscreen  asked:

"Michael, what are you two doing?!"

Sara hears a crash coming from her son’s room, the incessant barking from their dog playing fiddle to the noise from that end of the house. 

Her nerves immediately jump to her throat, the panicked cry, “Michael, what are you two doing?!” echoing through the house, her voice carrying to the room faster than her legs can move her.

They’d lived a relatively calm, normal (if that were such a thing for her) life the past couple years, settling into a house and a routine that kept her mind off the gaping emotional wound that seemed to bleed whenever she looked at her son, a reminder of the life that although brief, had wrecked her in the most beautiful form.  Her focus through the years remained on the small boy who resembled her more than him, but with a quiet intelligence that suggested he was all his father.

If not for Mike, she’d have long since crawled under the covers of her bed and settled for the long haul, waiting to succumb to the grief that threatened to overtake her.  Instead, she’s been given a reason to get up, to carry on, a quiet strength nestled within that she’d carried for nine months, now free to roam this earth.

She finds herself outside the door, blind panic tightening its noose around her neck, her wild eyes searching the room for her son, only to find the space empty, but his window cracked slightly open, upturned toys on the ground below, the dog barking up at the intrusion.  Her hands find their way to her long hair, pulling it back in frustration, turning in circles, frantically looking for where he could be.

“Michael!” His full name is yelled into the room, until a small head pokes itself out from under the bed.

Her head falls back, a sigh of relief, before collapsing to her knees, her fingers burying themselves in his brown locks.

“What were you doing?” She asks, pulling back to stare into matching eyes to her own.

“I was just playing,” he remarks, a string of toys neatly lined up underneath the bed, trailing all the way to the window, where it looks as if a few had fallen to the ground.

“I told you not to play with the window,” she says with relief, the immediate danger having been alleviated, the burgeoning curiosity of her young son always finding news ways to both concern her and smile on in pride.

“I was waiting for the mail,” he explains, crawling from out of the bed, and she fully wraps him up, bringing him to sit on her lap.

“Oh yeah?  Are you expecting something important?” She teases, tickling Mike with a smile.  His laughter replaces the once loud barking, and the crash of his toys, causing the dog to come over, trampling the two of them, joining in on the fun.

“Yessss,” he elongates his response, coming out in bursts of giggles, squirming all over, gripping her hands.

“And what might that be, mister?” She settles her hand, continuing to keep him wrapped up against her, refusing to let him go.

“A bird,” he says with a level of confidence she can’t even scoff at the imagination of her child.

“Hmm,” she offers.  “Well how about we go get this bird together when it comes?” She asks, leaning over to see him, moving the hair from his forehead to get a better look, before placing a kiss on his face.

“It already came, Mom,” he reasons.

She stills at the admission, her heart rate picking up again.  Mike wiggling out of her grasp and underneath the bed.

“Mike?” She says, voice tinged on the verge of panic, while remaining composed on the outside.  The open window, knocked over toys, and barking dog adding up to the level of concern that was fighting its way to the surface.

“See!” He says, plopping back down in front of her.  In his hand is the past coming back to haunt her in the form of a paper swan, resting on Mike’s small hand.

Her breath hitches, her eyes traveling from the bird up to her son, a bird she’d seen all too often back in the day, offering her solace and comfort in her times of need, and here it was.  The same bird placed in the littlest Scofields’ hands.

“Where did you get this?” She almost whispers, hovering her fingers above the figure, afraid the image will crumble to dust if touched by her, along with every long since dissipated hope that maybe, somehow, it wasn’t all over.  

He could come back.

That’s what she’d told herself for a while.  The thought shrouding her like a security blanket, the blind hope seeing her through her pregnancy.  Rationality eventually taking over, along with grief, acceptance, and carrying on.  But the the tiny seed of possibility always remained just on the fringe of her thoughts.  The idea that he could come back.

And then just like that, the cynicism washes over her, convinced this is a setup.  That the past is finally coming back to haunt her, drag her and her son through the hell she’d once narrowly escaped.  Their safety compromised.

She’s so lost in her thoughts she doesn’t hear his answer, until he’s tugging on her sleeve.

“I have lots of them,” he states, quickly presenting her with a bevy of swans, falling like a petals of a flower into her lap.

She hesitantly picks one up, the paper although not fragile, she handles with care.  Gently bringing the wing of the bird down to expose a message written in black ink, the handwriting she knew would be there, and could recognize anywhere staring back at her.

“It won’t always be like this, this room, this place.”

The words spoken to her in the infirmary repeated back to her, the words no one could possibly know but the two people in that room.  The same message now relayed to their son, the same sentiment present.  The inability to be together ringing out over them.

She quickly picks up another, and another, each one laced with something only he could know.

“It’s him,” she hears, Mike’s big brown eyes staring at her.  It’s not a question, but a statement.

“Yeah, baby, it’s him,” she repeats, tears springing to her eyes, a shaky hand coming to her mouth.

Michael Scofield was back in their lives, but the truth was, he’d never really left.  Not really.  The proof staring them back in the form of origami.

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Victor and Yuuri Skinship / Relationship Progress
  • Episode 1: Victor is naked
  • Episode 2: Victor is still naked + Victor flirting with Yuuri + light carress on Yuuri's face and hand + Yuuri being scared to get close to Victor
  • Episode 3: Still naked + touching Yuuri's lip at close proximity + WHISTLING AT YUURI'S EROS + Yuuri initiating a hug + Victor initiating a hug
  • Episode 4: Still naked + Victuuri naked stretching exercise in the onsen + Yuuri's 'Head Boop' + BEACH SCENE + Yuuri is no longer scared to get close to Victor (naturally close proximity)
  • Episode 5: Victor is finally fully clothed (in a suit) throughout the episode + VICTUURI HUGS EVERYWHERE???? + SUPER CLOSE PROXIMITY LIKE ITS NOTHING???? + "Your lips are chapped" + "Victor is the first person I've ever wanted to hold on to. I don't really have a name for that emotion but I've decided to call it love."
  • Episode 6: Goddamnit Victor why are you stripping in a restaurant + an underwear flew onto Guang-Hong's head wtf Victor + Victuuri's entwined fingers + Yuuri initiating an intense forehead touch + "Don't you DARE take your eyes off me" + "I'm the only one who can satisfy Victor" + "I'm the only one in the entire world who knows Victor's love" + Yuuri Eros Upgrade - ADDED TONGUE TO HIS SHORT PROGRAM + Victuuri casual touches??? Like that hug from behind while watching Chris??? Again, like its nothing???
  • Episode 7: Yuuri and Victor sleeping on the same bed + Victor made Yuuri cry (in a good way) + "STAY CLOSE TO ME!" + *inhales slowly* THEY DID IT. THEY FUCKING KISSED. ON THE LIPS. YOU READ THAT RIGHT. VICTUURI KISS HAPPENED.
  • Episode 8: Victor on his knees - tying Yuuri's skates + Yuuri pulling Victor by the tie + Yuuri seductively whispering to Victor + Yuuri Eros Upgrade - Kissy Face w/ Sound + Victor on his knees (again) - kissing Yuuri's skate + Victuuri went from boyfriends to Proud Parents TM in 0.2 seconds + Yuuri putting Makacchin above his own FS program for Victor's sake
  • Episode 9: Victuuri Hugs (x3) eventhough Victor's screentime is less than 3 minutes + Yurio supporting Yuuri + Yurio smiling at Yuuri + Yurio SHARING with Yuuri for his birthday + Yuuri is hugging everyone + Yuuri's "Until I retire, please be mine!" proposal to which Victor responds by kissing Yuuri's hand and then "I hope you'd never retire" + Makacchin is a-okay
  • Episode 10: Holy fuck Yuuri bought almost 800 euros worth of a pair of golden wedding (engagement) rings + Victuuri exchanging rings at a church + Victuuri being totally flashy about their rings + confirmed wedding if Yuuri wins GPF + Yuuri just found out that he seduced Victor first at last year's banquet party + Yuuri pole dancing with Chris + Yuuri drunkenly challenged Victor to a dance-off + Victuuri interpretative pair dancing + Victuuri smiling and laughing even before they met (sober) + Yuuri dry humped Victor and adorably requested Victor to become his coach + Victor fell in love with Katsuki Yuuri that night at the banquet party last year and Yuuri doesn't remember shit
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Nico was in border patrol, but it was just so he could  be surprised.

Can you believe this could be the first time Nico can celebrate his birthday with people that like him since his mother died? :))