elementary school much

so when the ny times reports about duterte being practically responsible for over 7k random deaths in one year, in metro manila alone i might add, y’all r silent af

but one guy decides to write about his (again, very EXTREME) lifelong experience with his house help in the atlantic and suddenly y’all are up in arms???? suddenly the philippines is a relevant country and u suddenly KNOW EVERYTHING about what goes on here???

The Bro’s Opinions on Each Other (Noctis)

Alright so I have been thinking on this since day 1 of playing the game. I’m disregarding any bias toward ships or anything for this post just to give you what I really think the boys think of each other. 

Not only was I interested in this aspect since the second I began playing the game, but my curiosity was struck further when Talcott mentioned that the guys went their separate ways during the 10 years of darkness.

This is going to be a long ass post. So I decided to separate the post for each of the bros. Hope that’s chill.

Lemme know if you agree or disagree with any of my speculations. This post can spark some interesting conversations <3

Also hi I’m back

Noctis Lucis Caelum

Noctis is the glue of the group, obviously. With him gone, the boys really don’t have a reason to hangout. If Noctis was never born, Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto would more than likely never associate themselves with each other. They might have come to known one another in some way, shape, or form, but I don’t see them seeking out a friendship with one another without Noctis as a mutual. 

Let’s start of with how Noctis see’s Prompto.

During school, Noctis was a loner. He was a loner until Prompto decided he was ready to present himself to the Prince. It’s easy to assume Noctis hated when people tried to be his friend just because of his title. It happened each and every year. Noctis would prefer to just be alone. 

He’s known Prompto since elementary school, we know that much. They interacted once, when Noctis helped Prompto off the ground. Prompto got scared, and didn’t talk to him again until he worked up the motivation and courage to. Of course, Prompto acted like he didn’t know the Prince, when obviously, Noctis well knew who Prompto was.

My opinion is that Noctis saw himself forming a friendship with Prompto on the day of their fated meeting in elementary school. Prompto never went out of his way to fawn over the Prince. Prompto kept to himself and minded his own business. Of course, Noctis noticed that and greatly respected that. He saw that Prompto would make an ideal friend for him, but wanted to respect his distance. 

Noctis was more than pleased when Prompto finally stepped forward at the beginning of high school. His friendship with Prompto just started completely… nonchalantly. Is that the appropriate word here? I guess so. 

Noctis really, really adores Prompto’s friendship. I definitely think Noctis would do anything for the boy, really. Of course, showing affection toward friends is really something guys don’t do (from my knowledge and experience, anyway). 

Noctis brought Prompto along on his journey. 

Okay. Yeah, we know this.


(As far as we know. Our MT boy has some tricks up his sleeves)

I can only assume Prompto only had some knowledge of firearms prior to befriending the Prince. Only when Noctis announced he would prefer if Prompto would join the journey to Altissia, Prompto realized “oh crap I better figure this gun thing out.” I don’t know. I’m only just assuming.

But Noctis must thing very highly of Prompto to allow him into his group of bodyguard and brothers. Ignis and Gladiolus have been training their entire lives to protect the Prince. Prompto… A few years maybe at the most? 

It’s obvious Noctis really thinks the world of Prompto. He sees him not only as a great, kind person, but as a friend who’s loyalty is never ending. That’s a proven fact when we finally discover his barcode.

He had every opportunity to be cowardly and flee from Noctis’s group and join up with Niflheim. I mean, Niflheim was the winning side during this War. Anyone could see that. But, Prompto remained loyal no matter how much he feared death. 

Gladio and Noctis’s friendship is…. messy, obviously.  More so on Gladio’s side, but we will get into that later. Noctis had a much better first impression of the Amicitia lad. We’ll get into Gladio’s opinion during his post… that’s gonna be messy as you all could very well assume.

At first meeting, Noctis was very intimidated by Gladio, for obvious reasons. The guy is 6′6 for gods sake (roughly 200 centimeters according to google. Lol American measurement system). There’s no doubt in my mind he was even abnormally tall even as a child. 

Noctis stayed clear of Gladiolus whenever he could, knowing deep down the boy held some unknown source of animosity toward the Prince. Noctis had not a single idea as to why Gladio was so against him as a person, but didn’t have a significant wish to prove him otherwise. 

Gladiolus was always particularly rough on Noctis during their training sessions Noctis noticed it and was rather hurt by it from time to time. More so emotionally than physically. He didn’t know what he did to make Gladio dislike him so much. It was frustrating for him at such a young age. He took comfort in his father. 

Regis would simply smile and assure him that Gladio would come around eventually. Perhaps Clarus and he had a similar problem growing up? Hmm… Something to ponder on further.

We witnessed the turning point in Noctis and Gladio’s relationship over the even of Gladio’s episode of Brotherhood. Noctis took the blame for Iris fleeing through the Citadel, and Gladio’s opinion of Noctis soon changed for the better. 

The continued to grow up with a pleasant relationship. I could definitely describe it as your “average” sibling relationship. Meaning, there are ups and downs… more so than just in a regular friendship. 

Noctis knows Gladio gets frustrated with him often, though he tries to avoid it. Just as Noctis gets frustrated with his temper.  Low key, Noctis really appreciates the big guy for being hard on him from time to time. Gladiolus isn’t afraid to tell Noctis the truth… no matter how harsh it is. Gladio will never lie to the Prince and that’s greatly appreciated.

When in a political position  such as Noctis’s, you never know when someone is telling the truth or lying. Noctis greatly appreciates that Gladio is the one he knows will always tell the truth and be forever loyal to him.

Ignis and the Crown Prince have a very special relationship. A relationship even more defined than a friendship. It’s very complicated, as you could imagine. 

Ignis and Noctis have known each other since… well, since anyone can really remember. Noctis really sees Ignis as a family member and an unwavering person in his life. Noctis know Ignis will forever stay by his side no matter what happens. Even if Noctis wishes Ignis wasn’t by his side…

Noctis definitely sees Ignis as a mother figure. After his mother passed away, something in Noctis’s mind just connected Ignis to that roll that had been left completely empty. Like his mother, Ignis was the one to pick after his messes, scold him for not eating his vegetables, waking him up from naps, and numerous other chores that are too plentiful to mention. 

Like any stubborn child, Noctis wasn’t too fond of Ignis for quite sometime. He saw him as only a downer. Someone who only put an end to his mischievous fun. Noctis never saw Ignis as someone who is technically the same age as he. Though they are in the same age group, Noctis saw the Royal Advisor as a grown man. Perhaps as a man just as old as his father. 

It wasn’t until Noctis’s teenaged years that he began to see Ignis as a friend. Ignis became his number one confidant about everything that was on his mind. School crushes, school stresses, family stresses, royal stresses… memes. Literally Noctis trusts Ignis with everything.

Weird rashes? Yup. They’re relationship is the definition of TMI. 

Honestly, the two are mutually fine with that. Everyone needs that kind of friend. 

Noctis holds the upmost respect for Ignis once they get on the road. Sure, from time to time, Noctis seems like a ungrateful little loser, but at the end of the day, Noctis is very thankful for Ignis.

He drives them all around.

He cooks for them.

He tends to the laundry.

He comes up with strategizes. 

He does everything, pretty much. 

I can definitely seeing Noctis coming up to Ignis right before retiring into the tent and saying, “Hey Specs. Thanks for… everything.” And he just goes inside the tent.

Iggy may or may not tear up. 

Noctis’s respect of course only grows for Ignis when he goes blind. THEY GUY IS STILL BADASS EVEN WITH SUCH A HANDICAP. HECK, HE’S EVEN MORE OF A BADASS. 

And Noctis is so proud of him. Proud of his mommy. 

pegasusdragontiger  asked:

You/Seb are expecting twins and you told Seb to look for a box you'r mum sent of all you're preschool/primary/High School photos and pics of you as a kid and you wanted to go through the albums and sort them out. 15mins later he hasn't returned and you go to find him and he is sitting there going through them and he finds a funny photo ad you are like in shock going no no you're not meant to see them? something hilarious happens?

I’ve heard that being pregnant is either the best or the worst time of your life, but when having twins, I’m not sure it’s possible for it to be the best time. I’m nearing the end of my second trimester and I constantly feel ready to burst. Sebastian is incredibly helpful, almost to a fault. He wants to do everything for me, which is kind, but I’m more the kind of person who wants to do things for myself. This became even more unbearable when the doctor gave me a lifting restriction and told me I could only work from home. Without going to work I was stuck in the apartment all day, everyday.

As much as I love spending all my time with Sebastian, sometimes it’s nice to have a break. I may have minorly yelled at him for helping me this morning and I may now be hiding in the bedroom to avoid talking to him. He knows me well enough to know that I need time to cool down and when I’m ready I’ll go find him, but I’m still impressed that he hasn’t come in yet.

After a little longer I decide that I’m calm enough to go make up with him. I push myself up from the bed and start towards the living room when I hear a muffled laugh. I look suspiciously down the hall, waiting to hear it again before I make my presence known. He does laugh again, this time a little louder. I step around the corner, expecting him to look up, but he’s too interested in whatever he has that he doesn’t notice me. I walk as quietly as I can until I’m standing behind the couch and looking over his shoulders. He’s looking through a box and it doesn’t take me long to remember a conversation I had with my mom earlier in the week.

“Sebastian!” I squeal suddenly, causing him to jump and throw the pictures as he gets up from the couch. “What are you doing?”

“I just, um, there was a box and it was addressed to both of us so I thought I’d just open it and you were upset so I didn’t get you and I, um” he rambles on while talking with his hands and trying to explain himself.

I plant my hands on my hips and narrow my eyes at him. “So you thought, ‘(y/n)’s mad at me so I’m just going to open this mail without her even though it’s from her mom and addressed to both of us’?”

“It wasn’t exactly those words”

“Whatever” I stomp back to the bedroom and slam the door behind me. It doesn’t take long for him to come in this time. I’ve barely laid down on the bed when there’s a tentative knock on the door.

“(y/n)? Babe? Can I come in please?” I mumble a response that could be interpreted either way and he cracks the door open to look at me before entering completely. He has the box in his hands and I notice it’s now taped shut.

“What are you doing?” I squint at him.

“I just got the mail and there’s a package from your mom. I thought we could open it together” he smiles at me, hopeful that I’ll accept the offering. I sigh but accept it, sitting up on the bed and reaching for the box. He hands it over before crawling up to sit behind me and wrapping his arms around my ever growing tummy. He rests his chin on my shoulder and watches me open the box.

My mom told me earlier in the week that she was sending me a package of stuff from when I was a baby. Things like her favorite dresses, my cuddle blanket, and my first pair of shoes. I wasn’t expecting there to be much more than that, but clearly Sebastian found something in there to be quite amusing. I take out the dresses first, inspecting all of them and hold them up for Sebastian to coo at. The shoes are next, just a small pair of mary jane pink flats. I find them cuter than Sebastian does, but he pretends to make a big fuss for my sake. I pull out the blanket then, it’s nothing special, just a small square of fabric with an elephant pattern on it. I fold it next to the dresses before looking back in the box. In the bottom there’s an envelope that says ‘school photos’ on it. I cringe lightly before pulling it out to open it.

“Is this what you thought was so funny?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, you just opened the box, how could I know what was in it”

“You’re such an ass”

“Just open the envelope” he says with a squeeze and a kiss to the neck.

I comply and pull out the pictures. It doesn’t start out bad, pictures from elementary school aren’t much to be embarrassed about. It started to get worse once we hit the middle school photos. I cringe as we pass through the ‘goth’ stage that consisted of bad bangs, black nail polish, and eyeliner that was constantly smeared down my face. Sebastian only chuckles a little at my discomfort. We get through the rest of middle school with little to worry about, and I’m beginning to wonder what had him laughing so hard. I’m nearing the end of highschool and I’m beginning to think I over reacted when I finally see the last picture.

I didn’t remember it being taken let alone think it would be included since it was from college. Let me start from the beginning: I was in college when Captain America: The First Avenger came out. And, like most 20 something year olds, I was totally smitten over Captain America. This, combined with some alcohol, led to a series of pictures that include me kissing various part of the movie poster.

My whole body heats up as I take in the photo of myself making out with a movie poster that Sebastian is in. He starts laughing all over again, letting go of me and falling back on the bed as fits of giggles wash over him. I try to pout for a moment but his laugh is too infectious, before I know it I’m laughing along with him.

“I can’t believe you made out with a Chris Evans movie poster”

“Shut up, I was drunk, okay?” I roll my eyes sarcastically.

“I feel like I should be jealous. I was on the poster too”

“You were, but you didn’t come out of machine, shirtless and glistening now did you?”

“Did you just say ‘glistening’?”

“Yes! He was shiny and muscley, I couldn’t help myself”

“Right” he glares playfully at me.

“Don’t be mad, Seba, obviously I came around and realized who the right choice was”

“Damn right you did” he pulls me down to lay against him and kisses my head. We stay like that for a while before he breaks the silence. “But I’m still sending that picture to Chris”

A/N: I finally had time to do one of your requests! I decided to do this one first because I haven’t written Sebastian in a while and I was excited that you requested him. anywaysss, I hope you like this and I promise I’m still working on your other requests! 

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In which Ignis decides that happiness should be made, not waited for.

How many years had you and Ignis been together? You’d known each other since elementary school; a much-smaller you would play with a much-smaller him when he was still in regular school–not in the program that allowed him to learn under the guidance of the royal family. He recalled the year of his tenth birthday: you were the only one who came to his party.

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On the far left is Wade. He’s probably the craziest out of all of us. He will do anything to have fun, which to him that basically means anything that disturbs the peace. He’s wild and has no moral compass, but he never fails to give us a laugh when we need it most. 

Next is Blake. He’s definitely a heartthrob. Probably because he has that stereotypical bad boy look that every girl dies for. He’s mysterious and doesn’t really like to talk about himself. All I know is that he came from an abusive family and was adopted by one of his elementary school teachers. He’s pretty much the ring leader of our group and he keeps us all under control. 

And last is Harper. She’s my best friend and she’s more like a sister to me than Sunny ever was. She’s such a kind hearted soul and is basically the mom of the group. She’s not afraid to speak her mind and put someone in their place if needed. 

We are the degenerates and we are not afraid to admit it. 

maybe it would know better if we stitched it eyes

Summary: When you and your best friend have been attached to the hip practically since birth, you’re not going to let some scrap of cloth separate you. In which Oikawa redefines the meaning of a hatstall, and Headmistress McGonagall probably isn’t paid enough. Hogwarts AU!

Credit to @agapantoblu for the premise of Oikawa fighting the Sorting Hat forever to be in the same house as Iwaizumi (taken from this post). It’s just such a great idea that immediately sparked my dead writer brain.

Pairing: Iwaoi (You can take it either as queerplatonic or romantic)
Word Count: 1470
Rating: G or K or basically as hair-raising as a stuffed teddy bear

They stopped calling it a hatstall twenty minutes ago.

It was unprecedented, to say the least. The Sorting Hat’s record for the longest time to sort a student was seven minutes and 23 seconds - something that Professor Flitwick felt the need to say repeatedly as his gaze flickered between his watch and the boy on the stool, back and forth as though he was afraid he might miss something.

Headmistress McGonagall failed to see exactly what he could miss. Certainly, just past the five minute mark, the hall could hardly contain the frenetic waves of anticipation, everyone excited at the sheer privilege of seeing a hatstall. Even McGonagall - with an impressive sixty years at Hogwarts under her belt - had only seen enough hatstalls to count on one hand.

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*slides in* im sorry im still not over this cute panel


Catstuck. Because this is the most important AU I’ve ever done. Click the pictures for breeds.

Bonus: The most important size comparison.

Equius would be one of those purebred Maine Coons that reaches the size of a medium dog. Munchkin Nepeta could ride around on his back to her heart’s content.

anonymous asked:

I don't really know how to describe what vibes you give me, but you look like the doppelgänger of a girl I knew in elementary school. You're much nicer than she ever was though, and I haven't had to watch you puke orange juice into a first grade trash can, so you're definitely the superior clone.

I’ll puke orange juice in a first grade trash can right tf now to prove that I can do anything my clone can just say the word

anonymous asked:

Can't believe both you and Jeremy got me back into oxenfree by just doodles of Ren and Nona-

elementary school put so much emphasis on teamwork for like success and stuff but y’know what? maybe i would’ve done better at that stuff if they actually mentioned the important stuff. getting people into oxenfree again. hell yeah.

Moonstruck: Chapter 1

Genre: fluff (Jungkook x OC)

Word count: 2.6k

Summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends for as long as you can remember. But when he starts acting strange, you begin to fear the worst. You hope that tagging along with him and his family for their annual summer trip might bring him out of his slump, but things quickly get messy as you start to question where both of you stand in your relationship. 

You met Jungkook when you were just six years old after he threw a Frisbee right into the back of your head and knocked you off of the swing that you were sitting on. Looking up at the boy, you had tears in your eyes and, to your surprise, so did he. 

You remember how apologies flew from his mouth and didn’t stop even when his and your parents rushed across the playground to pacify you both. After a quick exchange between both families, you were carried away while Jungkook had to be dragged, still yelling about how sorry he was.

The next week, he was at the playground again, but this time without the Frisbee. He asked if he could swing with you, to which you reluctantly agreed. But, despite your weariness, just a few minutes later the two of you were giggling as you told each other random stories about school and your families.

Ever since that day, you two were inseparable. In elementary school you cause so much trouble together that they had to transfer Jungkook to a different class. Then in middle school Jungkook received two days of detention punching a kid in the face after he poured milk on your head.

It was a miracle he put up with you through all the years, especially during your hormonal teenager years. Every time you complained to him about some kind of boy problem he listened patiently, and when you asked him about any of the girls in his life, his answer was always that there weren’t any other girls besides you. You never bought any of it though, only slapping his shoulder and laughing in response.

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(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_ccch9oYV8)

*The video is in German and has both German & English subtitles*

I’m Greek-Irish-British-American (which sounds like a cliché white American thing to say on Tumblr, I know, but my family is really (like to a strangely nerdy degree) into genealogy & chronicling family records and very (i.e. extremely) in touch with our European heritage, just ask my sister @dash-between-the-years; and as many of you know I learn both Irish and Greek and am in frequent contact with my cousins abroad). 

Greek is a weirdly difficult language for me to learn as an adult. I grew up hearing it constantly and can understand the basics without thought or translation. My yiayia, who speaks a Greek-heavy Gringlish, lived with my family for years, someone was always chatting with someone from the Greek side of the family for hours on the phone, and we have always had ample Greek resources at home (especially if you’re jonesing for turn-of-the-century orthodox texts). 

But I was only “raised bilingually” until about the age of 3. So while listening to Greek feels at home to me in a sense, there’s also this strange barrier between me and the language because my passive vocabulary game is strong but I can’t speak or write it well myself. (Watching shows, listening to music, eavesdropping on family members and reading at an elementary school level are much more doable and tons of fun, though!).

My method for learning Greek greatly differs from how I learn other languages that I have not grown up with. Hopefully this video can give you some ideas of how to get started learning Greek; and if not Greek, then perhaps it might still provide you with some insight as to going about learning your heritage language if you, like me, were raised bilingually but not quite.

anonymous asked:

Demetri takes his mate to an Aquarium hcs

Demetri Volturi X Reader ~Aquarium Date~ Headcanons

.You’d mention something about remembering an aquarium field trip from Elementary school and how much you loved it. So, Demetri automatically takes that as an incentive to take you out of the castle and on a date. After all, you’d been so bored lately since Demetri has been tracking just about everyday for the last few weeks; You’d barely had anytime together.

.He purchases the best tickets available so that you can have the best experience possible -He’s got to do better than an elementary school class trip, anyway. This one would have to be way better.

.So, when you finally enter the aquarium, you immediately start pulling him around towards the fish tanks. Of course, the fish are scared of him due to his vampirism; so when the swim away, leaving you to pout in disappointment, he frowns for a moment before urging you to approach the glass while he stays a bit back.

.Thankfully, this works (not exactly how you wanted to spend the date, but it worked.)

.He would take you to the dolphin show after you had your fill of watching the colorful fish swim around in their tank. The dolphin show was, thankfully, a lot better. You two would clap as the dolphins would flip in the air. Yet, when they called down some volunteers and you were picked, Demetri got a bit worried. Especially, when you kissed the dolphin on it’s beak. THE DAMN DOLPHIN GOT A KISS BEFORE HE DID ON YOUR DATE. HOW COULD LIFE BE SO CRUEL TO HIM?!

.He would pout for the rest of the date and wouldn’t stop until you took him into the gift shop. There, you picked up a stuffed baby sea lion teddy and started to make it ‘kiss’ him and talk to him about forgiving his girlfriend. He finally broke when the ‘sea lion’ said ‘girlfriend’ (he much would’ve preferred the terms ‘mate’ or ‘lover’ since ‘girlfriend’ is such a non serious word (He especially would’ve preferred fiancée solely for the purpose of knowing you’d want to marry him)) and his chuckled, then picking out a small baby otter teddy and making it kiss the seal teddy while making little kissy noises. You ended up both laughing at his way of saying that he forgives you and ended up buying both toys – the otter for you and the sea lion for him.

.Later than night, he would smile so happily at the sight of you grasping onto your otter teddy as you slept with a slight smile. He, himself, would be holding onto his own teddy before kissing your forehead and then pretending to make the teddy’s kiss as well. Now he knew that you were ready to at least spend a portion of your life with him as his ‘girlfriend.’ All that was left was fiancée and then wife – and then you’d be together forever.

Standing Strong

An Ace Attorney/Edgewright Family FanFic

Ace Attorney belongs to Capcom and Ryland belongs to the lovely thebunnyartist/blue umbriel.  Thanks for all your help with Tumblr, friend!

“Now you’re sure that you want to do this?  We can wait another year…or two.”

“Papa!  I really want to do this!  You promised!”

“I know I did, but…”


           Phoenix Wright sighed. He looked up from bed at his youngest child, Ryland, who was all geared up with his backpack and a nice outfit put together, courtesy of his dad.  He smiled softly at the young boy who was pouting ever so slightly.  Phoenix had homeschooled Ryland ever since the boy had been little and planned on doing so until the boy protested that his older siblings got to go to school and how it was “completely unfair” that he didn’t get to meet other kids.

“Alright, alright.  I’ll get up.”  Phoenix sat up and stretched and yawned.  He smiled at his son, putting a grin on the boys face.

           “Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank you!” Ryland said and then ran out of the room.

           Phoenix stretched again and then scratched his head, getting out of bed.  He sighed and looked at his bedroom door.  There was another reason that Phoenix was nervous; he looked at the magatama at the side of his bed.  Supernatural things seemed to surround him and his family.  He had the magatama, a gift from Maya Fey, and it provided him with the ability to see people’s hidden secrets.  No one could hide anything from him as long as that was around.  Then there was his oldest son, Apollo.  Apollo was adopted by Phoenix a few years ago, along with his only daughter Trucy. Apollo had a bracelet that he had long before Phoenix had known him that allowed him to perceive tension in people through subtle hints.  Trucy was a magician, and a very talented one at that too.

           And then there was Ryland.  Ryland was born with a unique ability to see and feel people’s emotions.  This was Phoenix’s main concern.  It was hard on the boy’s body and mind to feel and see such strong emotions.  Overwhelming even in new situations.  He knew that the boy had what looked like an endless amount of energy, but he would need more than just energy to get through school.

           “Phoenix!  Get up!”

           Phoenix grumbled and sighed.  He walked to the master bathroom and began to wash up.  Miles, of course, wouldn’t show if he had a problem with Ryland going to school.  They had discussed it a few times before reaching a definite decision.  Miles was worried with Ryland’s abilities but he was confident that the socialization and friends that he would gain would help him better control those powers.  Phoenix argued that Ryland was sociable enough and that he hung out with plenty of friends to be social.  Miles then countered saying that Ryland would be taught many different fields of study in school and in fields that Phoenix was weak in teaching, a.k.a. math.

Although that was true, it didn’t change Phoenix’s mind. He continued to be worried, but put a smile on his face for Ryland. He didn’t want to panic too much in case the boy caught onto his emotions and panicked himself.

After Phoenix got himself cleaned up and dressed, ignoring the familiar blue suit in the closet that was collecting dust, he walked into the kitchen.  There seemed to be quite the commotion at the table because everyone seemed to be talking, Ryland the most.

           “What’s it like at your school, Trucy?  Is it any different than mine?  I can’t ask Apollo cause he’s in college.”  Ryland asked his sister before eating a spoonful of cereal.

           Trucy shrugged and smiled, “I dunno, like school I guess.  Lots of hallways and classrooms, a library, and a cafeteria.  Not much different from what you’ll be experiencing except that we’ve got sports teams.”

           Ryland nodded letting it all sink in, taking in another spoonful, “Do you think they’ll have a band at my school?  I wanna learn to play an instrument like papa and dad!”

           Phoenix smiled at his son as he entered the room.  Miles tapped Ryland on the shoulder with a hint of a stern glance, “Ryland don’t talk with your mouth full.  It’s rude.”

           Ryland swallowed and smiled sheepishly at his dad, “Sorry.  I’m just so excited!”

           Miles smiled at his sons enthusiasm, “As for musical instruments, it would be wonderful for you to play something elegant like the flute.  I just hope you didn’t inherit your papa’s musical…talent.”

           Phoenix scratched his head and laughed, “What talent?  I can play maybe hot cross buns.”

           Ryland smiled, “But you still play a little, papa.”

           Phoenix ruffled Ryland’s hair, “I appreciate the compliment.”

           Trucy smiled, “You weren’t the best but you did what you had to do to keep going, Papa.”

           Phoenix grinned, “Thanks Trucy.  You’re always so…magical.”

           “Please tell me he’s not doing dad jokes this early.”

           Ryland grinned and ran to the door, “Polly!”

           Apollo grinned and caught his brother, “Hey there, Rye.  I came to see you off for your first day of school.”

           Ryland grinned, “I’m really excited!  Dad packed me a lunch and Papa is gonna walk me to school.”

           Apollo smiled, “That’s great, Rye!  You’re going to have an awesome first day.”

           Ryland nodded and returned to his cereal.  He glanced up at his dad, who nodded back at him, letting his dad know he was going to finish his breakfast.

           “So, Apollo, where were you last night?” Trucy grinned slyly and rested her chin on her folded hands, elbows on the table.  Apollo sat down ignoring her sly question.  “Normally you sleep here.  Were you at a certain rock star’s place?  Or maybe it was the future astronaut.”

           Phoenix leaned towards Trucy, tuning in carefully, “Yes, where were you, son?”

           Apollo turned a small shade of red; “I-I wasn’t doing anything before you make any suggestions! I was just with Klavier studying.”

           Phoenix squinted, “A likely story.”

           “I smell a nugget.” Trucy grinned.

           Ryland laughed and nodded, “Yeah me too!”

           Apollo was blushing a dark shade of red at this point, “N-No!  It wasn’t anything like that!”

           Miles sighed, “Alright you three, ease up on him.  He called me last night and informed me it was going to be a late night and he wanted to hang out with Klavier anyway.  I gave him permission to stay.  Although he is twenty years old, he doesn’t need to be babysat.”

           Apollo threw his arms towards his dad, “See?  Dad knew what was going on!   It was no big deal.”

           Trucy looked away still smirking, “I still smell a nugget.”

           Apollo sighed in defeat with Ryland still giggling.

           Phoenix stood up and looked at the clock, “You done there, kiddo?  It’s about time we left to get you to school.”

           Ryland drained the milk in his bowl and wiped his mouth with his arm, “Ready!”

           Phoenix grinned and went to the door to put on his shoes, “Then let’s get going.  Trucy you coming with?”

           She nodded, “Let me grab my bag!  I’ll be right there Papa!”

           Miles handed Ryland his lunch and fixed a few misplaced hairs on his head, “Now you’re ready. Have a good day, OK?” He kissed his forehead.

           “I will dad!  I promise!”

           Phoenix looked over at Apollo and caught his son’s eyes; “We’ll continue this discussion when we get home.”

           Apollo sighed which made Phoenix chuckle.

           Ryland tugged at Phoenix’s sleeve, “C’mon Papa!  Let’s go!”

           Trucy ran up to them and smiled, clutching her side bag, “Ready too!”

           Phoenix stood, “Alright, I’ll see you in a bit Miles. Apollo.”

           Miles smiled, drying a plate in one hand, “Have fun you three!”

           Phoenix smiled and shut the door behind him and the kids, “Later!”



           “See ya, Papa! Have a great day, Ryland!  You’ll do just fine!”  Trucy shouted and waved as she went across the crosswalk heading towards her high school.

           Both waved after her. Phoenix smiled, “Bye Trucy-baby!”

           Ryland waved jumping up and down, “You too!”

           Phoenix smiled and looked down at Ryland, “Ready?”

           Ryland nodded and turned to look at the Elementary School.  It was much larger than he had expected.  He held tightly onto his straps, swallowing down any of the nerves he had.  He absolutely was going to have a great day! So far, it was starting off great! But looking at all the kids running around outside before school started and looking at the parents all together conversing, it made it difficult for him to be calm.

           Phoenix smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder, “You ready?”

           Ryland shrank a little into his dad’s side but nodded, “Uh huh.”

           Concerned, Phoenix knelt down to his level, “Would you like me to walk you to your class?  I can do that you know.”

           Ryland shook his head, “I’m OK, Papa…”

           “You don’t sound it.”

           Ryland turned and grinned at his Papa, “It’s just new!  Sometimes new things can be scary at the beginning, but they can end up being OK!  That’s what daddy said.”

           Phoenix laughed and smiled, “You’re right.”  He stood up, “So you’re all good to go?”

           Ryland looked back at the school as the bell began to ring, “I’m good!  I better get going, Papa!”

           He gave Phoenix a quick hug and ran towards the school. “Bye Papa!” he yelled waving.

           Phoenix waved back and watched him run into the building, “Bye Rye-baby!”

           He sighed and then turned to walk back home.  Just as he went to cross the road a horn honked at him.  He looked up to see Mile’s familiar car.  He smiled as it pulled next to the sidewalk.

           “Hey stranger.” Phoenix grinned as the window rolled down, “Willing to give a poor bum a ride?”

           Miles sighed, “Please don’t make a scene and get in the car Phoenix.”

           Phoenix laughed and got in the passenger seat, “What’s the occasion?”

           Miles shook his head, “No reason.  Just thought it would be faster to pick you up.”

           “Well thanks, hun.” Phoenix teased.

           “I will make you walk, Wright.”


           Ryland looked around the classroom in awe.  It was so big and decorated, an improvement from his dad’s study for a classroom. The kids were all in their different cliques talking and catching up from the summer break.  Ryland suddenly felt very small, but was comforted in the joyous aura he found by everyone in the classroom.  If everyone was this happy, then he was bound to make some new friends.

He sat down in the desk that had his name on it, spelt wrong but that didn’t bother him.  There were a few kids sitting in front of him talking about a beach event they ended up going to together.  He silently wished he had someone to talk to, but figured that there would be an icebreaker activity to introduce everyone.  At least that’s what daddy had said.

An average sized woman walked through the door in a maroon dress and black heels, she stood at the front and clapped her hands a few times, “Alright class let’s get settled down.  Please find your assigned seats and sit.”

The students dispersed from their groups and did as they were told.  Ryland ended up being third desk in the middle row, the middle of the class.  Two girls were on either side of him and two boys were in front and behind him.  He felt like the center of attention.  Where he was used to this at home, here at the school it was a little uncomfortable. He shrugged the feeling off though, such a petty emotion wouldn’t bother him.

           “OK class my name is Mrs. Rowland and I welcome you to your new fourth grade classroom.  I’m excited to be your teacher this year.” She smiled, “We will be doing an ice breaker activity here first, so we’ll start at the beginning of the row by the window and move down.”

           She turned and wrote a few questions on the board, “Think of answering these questions for a few minutes and then we’ll get started.”

           The students watched as she wrote on the board three questions: What’s your name?  What do you want to be when you grow up?  What did you do over the summer?


           There were a few groans from the students.  Ryland figured they were used to starting off the year like this, and they probably all knew each other.  Ryland thought it was odd that the teacher would ask their names if she wrote them on their desks, but figured he’d go along with it.  After all, he was the one new with this and if this was traditional, then who was he to question it?

           A few minutes later, the icebreaker activity started.  Up and down the row he heard people’s names, what they wanted to be when they grew up, and summer vacation activities.  Ryland felt a little embarrassed that his family hadn’t done anything exciting or extravagant like going on a cruise or going to an amusement park, but Papa didn’t like heights.

           Finally it was his turn. He stood up and swallowed.  The teacher smiled at him nodding and all the children stared at him.

           “Um, my name is Ryland Wright.  I want to be a defense attorney when I grow up and we didn’t really do anything exciting this summer, except go and tour my brother’s college that he got accepted to.”

           He went to sit down when the teacher cleared her throat, “One moment Ryland.”

           He looked at her, a little nervously since he was being called out, “Yes ma’am?”

           She smiled sweetly, “You’re our new student here, correct?  Why don’t you say a little more since most everyone knows each other? It’ll be a better way for us to get to know you.”

           Ryland nodded, “Yes ma’am.  Uh, what would you like to know?”

           She shrugged, “Anything really.  Just a few little tidbits, like something you enjoy doing or your favorite color.”

           “O-OK.”  Ryland thought for a moment, “Well, my parents are both attorney’s, or were.  Papa doesn’t really work anymore.  My favorite color is blue.  Umm..”

           “Why is your hair two different colors?”  One girl asked from the back.  Ryland turned to face her.  He blinked a little as he watched her aura change color.  What once was a pretty light blue was turning slightly green, “We aren’t supposed to have dyed hair in class.”

           “Uh, well, it’s always been like this.  I don’t know why-”

           “You said your last name was Wright, didn’t you?” the boy that sat in front of him asked.  Ryland nodded, “As in Phoenix Wright, the attorney that got disbarred a few years ago for forging evidence?”

           Ryland shrank a little at the aggression, “Yeah, but that’s not what really hap-”

           “Does your mom work then? What’s she do?” asked one girl who’s aura was still normal, the question just made him more nervous being on the stand.

           “I, well, it’s…”

           The teacher stood up, “That’s enough children!  This is very rude of you all to put him on the spot like this.”

           Everyone got quiet and turned back to their desk.  Ryland stood their looking down at his desk.  Maybe his Papa was right, maybe he should’ve waited another year.  Maybe he wasn’t ready.

           Mrs. Rowland sighed, “Please sit down Ryland.  I’m sorry for how they have acted towards you.”

           Ryland sat down slowly, but didn’t lift his head.  He was too nervous that he would see other auras.

           Mrs. Rowland, “Now, let’s continue please.”


           A few hours later, Ryland found himself in the music room with the other students.  The teacher there, Ms. Slayter was teaching the children how to use a recorder.  Ryland thought it was close enough to his dad’s flute and was happy.  She did a head count and promised that she would have recorders for each child by the second week.

After that, the students went off for lunch. Ryland ate for the most part alone, but he made a few friends.  There was the girl in his class that asked about is mom.  She was really nice and told funny jokes too.  Another kid in the class, a boy, wanted to know more about being an attorney, not that Ryland knew a whole lot.

Then there was recess.  Just when the day seemed to be going great, it started faltering again.  Ryland was playing on the swings by himself.  The girl from his class, Angie, went to play with the other girls and the boy, Ryan, went and played baseball.  It was alright though, Ryland was OK just relaxing alone.

Just as he was beginning to feel more comfortable with being in school, a group of three boys came up to him.  He recognized one of them as the boy that sat in front of him.  The other two he didn’t know.

           Ryland looked up at them, “Hi.” He said with a smile.

           The other two said small “hellos” but the kid from his class just stared.  Ryland wanted to look away, but thought that might be rude.

           “Did you guys want to play?”

           The kid from his class blinked, “You said that your dad didn’t forge evidence.”

           Ryland nodded, “It was a misunderstanding.”

           “Yeah, of course that’s what your dad would say.  Forging evidence is illegal, your dad broke the law.”

           Ryland glared at the kid, “No he didn’t!”

           The kid nodded like a know-it-all, “Yes he did!  My dad read about it in the newspaper!”

           Ryland stood up, “But he wasn’t there and he didn’t know the situation.  And you weren’t there either!”

           The boy pushed Ryland, “And neither were you!”

           The push made Ryland trip over the swing behind him and land backwards into the dirt, messing up the new clothes that his dad had bought him.

           The two other boys looked around nervously, not wanting to be there, but the one boy stood his ground, “Your dad is a criminal!”

           Ryland sniffled and got up, dusting off what he could.  Before he could retaliate, the teacher blew the whistle calling all the kids inside to get their backpacks.  Recess was the last thing that they did before going home.  After that they would wait in the entrance of the school for their names to be called when their parents arrived.  This system apparently helped with the crowd of parents picking up their children and kept things from being congested.

           When he looked at the one boy, he was hit with a shockwave of red aura.  It was overwhelming him, and worse, it was directed at him.  Growing up all this time he had never had such emotions pointed his way.  What made matters worse was he didn’t understand why. Why was he being picked on?  He hadn’t done anything wrong.

           The aura and the emotions were starting to take its toll on Ryland, he felt very weak and on the verge of tears.  His heart was beating rapidly and he couldn’t see straight.  He was trying his best to stand up tall so that he wouldn’t pass out on his first day of school.  Papa would never let him come back if he found out.  Then again, maybe Ryland didn’t want to come back.

           The boys started walking towards the door to the school, Ryland in tow but a good distance away. All the other kids excitedly ran to the door excited to see their parents and siblings again.  Ryland just wanted to go home and go to bed.  He was exhausted.


           Phoenix waited impatiently inside the school.  He was excited to see his baby after a full day worrying.  He paced for what seemed like hours.  Miles had gone off to work and Apollo was doing homework in the study. He had been so nervous that he didn’t even remember to tease and prod Apollo about spending the night at Klavier’s.

He was tapping his foot impatiently.  The woman next to him seemed to notice and smiled, laughing a little.  He looked over at her sheepishly.

“First day?”

Phoenix chuckled, “Yeah.  Sorry if I’m bothering you.  He’s just fragile.” Or maybe I’m the fragile one, he thought.

She laughed, “I was the same with my first child. I was jumping like a rabbit all day, didn’t know what to do with myself.”

Phoenix nodded, “I should be used to this.  I’ve got a daughter in tenth grade and a son in college.  Yet, I’m this panicky with my youngest.”

“You don’t look old enough to have children that age.”  She looked at him confused.

Phoenix rubbed the back of his neck, “My first two are adopted.  I took care of them after their parents passed on, so to speak.”

Her mouth made an O and she nodded, “That’s very kind of you.”


At that moment, the children started filing in. Phoenix stood up he was so anxious. He looked around, expecting his energetic little boy to come crashing into him.  Yet, no such thing happened.  One of the office aids came up to him and asked him for his son’s name. They called his name shortly and Phoenix saw movement.  He was hoping for a hug, but frowned when he saw that Ryland’s head was hanging down. Other kids were being called as well, so no one seemed to notice.

“Ryland?  Rye?”

When the boy didn’t answer, Phoenix held out his hand for his and the boy took it silently, being led out of the school.

Now Phoenix was really nervous.  He knelt down by his son as soon as they left the school grounds.

“Rye, what’s wrong?”

The boy didn’t answer or look up.


No response.

“Ryland E. Wright you answer me right now.”

Ryland sniffled, “Nothing.”

Phoenix shook his head, “I don’t believe it.  Was your teacher mean to you?”

He shook his head.

“Well, were you being picked on?”

No answer.

Phoenix sighed, “Oh Rye.  Don’t you listen to them.  Whatever ugly thing they said, they’re wrong.  You know that right.”  He put a hand on the young boy’s shoulder.

Phoenix’s heart just about stopped when he felt the shivering underneath his hand.  It was a warm day and here his son was shaking like a rattlesnake’s tail.  Then the sniffling started.

“I don’t want to go to school anymore…”


Ryland looked up, eyes watering and cheeks red, “Papa!”

The little boy jumped into Phoenix’s arms and cried.  Phoenix picked the little boy up, regardless if he was getting too big to be carried, “Shh.. Rye, it’s OK.  Let me call daddy to come pick us up.”

Ryland continued to cry in his arms while Phoenix dialed his husband.  He didn’t care how awkward he looked at the moment as he rocked the boy in his arms gently, “You’re going to be OK, baby.”


           On the ride home, Phoenix explained to Miles all that he knew.  Ryland wouldn’t say much more on the car ride, as he wasn’t feeling very well from all the stress.  He laid down in the back seat of the car, his head in his papa’s lap.

           Once home, Phoenix carried him inside and helped him to bed.  Miles went back to work to finish what else had left to do.  Apollo looked concerned as his papa entered the house with a sleeping Ryland.  Phoenix whispered that he would tell him later and took Ryland to his bedroom.

           As he tucked the boy in and prepared to leave the room, he heard a quite murmur.


           Phoenix returned to his son’s side, “Yes Rye?”

           Rye looked down at his sheets, “One of the kids said some bad things about you today.”

           Phoenix blinked and sat down on the bed, “He said that you’re a criminal.  That’s…that’s not true right?  You would tell me if you were, right?”

           Phoenix sighed and combed some of the hairs out of Ryland’s face, “No baby, I’m not a criminal. Something bad just happened to papa, that’s all.”

           Ryland continued to look down.

           Phoenix smiled, “Unconvinced?”

           Ryland didn’t say anything, just continued to look away upset.

           Phoenix smirked and reached over to grab the boys nose, “Hmm, you know what, I like that nose of yours. I think I’ll take it.”

           Ryland tried to hide a giggle.

           Phoenix continued to smile and placed a finger to his cheek, “I wonder.  You’ve got a nice nose, but maybe…” He quickly pulled the sheet off of his son and grabbed a foot, “I think I’ll take some toes instead.”

           Ryland let out a laugh, “Papa!  I’m too old for nose and toes!”

           Phoenix examined each little toe as the boy continued to laugh, “Wait!  Wait a minute!  Hold up!” he said in a serious tone, looking at Ryland questioningly, “I think you’re missing one.  Are you hiding a toe from me?”

           Ryland shook his head in giggles, “N-no Papa!”

           Phoenix raised an eyebrow, “No, no, I think you are.”  He began tickling the boy, checking him for a missing toe, “So where’s the toe?  Hmm?”

           “I’m not missing any toes!” Ryland said through laughter.

           After Phoenix checked his son over well and good, he gave in, “You know, I think you were telling the truth about that toe.”

           Ryland giggled looking at his papa, “You just like tickling me.”

           Phoenix feigned offense, “Who me?  Never!” He grinned down at the boy, who smiled back, “Still think I’m a criminal?”

           Ryland shook his head, “Nope!  Those kids don’t know what they’re talking about.”

           Phoenix pulled the boy into a hug, “Well, I’m glad you’ve changed your mind.  I might have had to tickle you again.”  He wiggled his fingers towards the child.

           Ryland giggled, “Did you ever tickle Apollo or Trucy?”

           Phoenix nodded, “Oh yeah. Your siblings are just as ticklish as you are.”  He winked.

           “What about dad?” Ryland asked.

           Phoenix shook his head, “Your dad’s not ticklish.  Or at least I haven’t been able to figure out where he’s ticklish.”

           Ryland giggled, “Maybe it’s his toes.”

           Phoenix grinned, “Maybe. I guess I’ll just have to try someday.”



           “I’m sorry that I got upset.  I tried really hard.”

           Phoenix sighed and stroked his sons cheek, “Ryland, there are some things in this life that we can’t let get us down.  Whenever things get you down, think really hard about what family you come from and who you are.”

           Ryland looked confused, “Like how?”

           “Ryland you come from a family of some very strong people that have had many hard and trying difficulties in their life.  Some of them you know and some of them you don’t.  Not yet anyway.  Me being disbarred is just one of those trials.  In fact, I’ve been on the stand as a defendant in the past.  So has your dad.”

           “Really?”  Ryland asked.

           Phoenix nodded, “Really. Apollo and Trucy have had their fair share as well.  Like when Apollo fractured his leg.  He couldn’t walk for a while and it was really hard on your brother, with how active he is.  But look at him now!  He’s active and out with his friends all the time.”

           “Huh…” Ryland said, “Did it scare you?”

           “When Apollo got hurt? Yeah.  I knew he would live, but seeing your brother in such a predicament scared me.  I was worried for my son.  Just like I was worried for you when you were upset today.”

           “I’m sorry.”

           “Hey,” Phoenix lifted his chin, “you’re OK, Rye.  You didn’t do anything bad or harmful.”

           Ryland smiled, “Thanks Papa.”

           Phoenix ruffled his hair, “Anytime kiddo.  Now you rest up and then we can talk about your day and whether you want to continue public school or not.”

           Ryland yawned, “Yeah, I will.”

           Phoenix kissed his head and then walked out of the room, shutting the door softly.

           Ryland curled up in his blanket smiling, for he knew that he was part of a strong family and that no matter what anyone else said, they were wrong.

           “Now, Apollo” he heard his Papa say, “let’s talk about your night with Klavier shall we?”