from my mom's photos

bailci  asked:

35 solangelo?

Nico has The Box that he doesn’t touch.

His father gave it to him on his 15th birthday (or 85th, depending on how one looked at it, but Nico agrees that time is a man-made construct and ignores it) and told him, quite bluntly, “This is all I have left of our time with Maria.”

Maria. Nico’s Mama.

So of course, Nico took The Box and shoved it under his bed with his feelings and the rest of the other junk Nico didn’t feel like compartmentalizing in his brain on a day-to-day basis. And there The Box stayed for a whole year; until Will decided that his boyfriend needed to be introduced to the concept of Spring Cleaning.

With a feather duster in one hand and multi-purpose cleaner in the other, Will invited himself into Cabin 13 and set to work. Nico had long ago learned not to get in his boyfriend’s way.

Bookshelves were dusted, counters wiped down, boxes emptied and moved around. And then Will got to Nico’s bedroom, and discovered The Box.

“You want to go through this one, hon?” Will called to his boyfriend, who was currently in the kitchenette, getting them cold drinks.

“Probably,” Nico called back, “don’t touch my stuff.”

Will disregarded him and touched his stuff anyways. He dusted off the top of the box and found the words “Niccólo di Angelo: 19XX- ” written in neat, Palmer-method cursive. The cardboard lid creaked when Will cracked The Box open.

“Ohmygods are THESE YOUR BABY PICTURES?!” Will was exclaiming before he could reel in his emotions. Nico appeared, quite literally out of the shadows, with two tall glasses of iced tea in his hands and a frown on his face.

“Oh,” he said, “you opened it.”

“Was I not supposed to?” Will asked, ready to apologize about the interference of personal space. Nico only shrugged, “It’s fine I guess, I just never have. It’s all the stuff my dad had left from his time with my mom.”

Will picked up the first photo on the top of the stack of papers in The Box. It was Nico and Bianca, maybe about two and four respectively, seated on the front stoop of a Venetian town house with only semi-serious expressions on their faces. It took Will a minute to realize that the man sitting between them was actually the Lord of the Underworld.

“It’s weird, seeing your dad…”

“So normal looking?” Nico finishes for him, “yeah, I know. It freaks me out when he and Persephone sometimes go to Starbucks in Santa Monica together.”

Will giggled, “You were a cute kid, though.”

“Are you saying I’ve only gotten less cute?” Nico asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Of course not,” Will answered, “You’re like a fine wine, better with age.”

“You hate wine.”

“It’s rotten grape juice,” Will confirmed, “do you want to go through this box or shall I put it back where it came from?”

Nico sighed, “Might as well, I should probably know the rest of its contents.”

“Could be some good blackmail material in here.” Will suggested.

“I hate you.” Nico groused, not really upset but having a reputation to uphold. (He however completely ruined this reputation by pecking Will’s check before crawling between his legs to recline comfortably against his boyfriend’s chest.)

“Comfortable?” Will asked, amused.

“Sure.” Nico said. Together, cleaning forgotten, they dive into the contents of the box.

(And Will was right, there were too many cute baby pictures in there for Nico to ever be considered scary again.)

I didn’t even think about it while I was making it but I painted this self-portrait (referenced from a photo of me and a photo of my mom) today, on the first anniversary of Prince’s death: that’s when I remember starting to talk to and forgive my mom (who was a big fan of Prince). And it’s even purple.

If this had a name it would be “mi hijita” probably.

I posted some 1970s cult photos and old memories from my mom recently, and I found another picture from that era last night.

It’s been ages since I’ve thought about my dad officiating at weddings, and I had forgotten all about this one. I think this was in our back yard. I used to babysit Ronnie and Barbara’s little boy for $2 an hour. I don’t want to give any identifiable information, but his family recently donated many, many millions of dollars to a famous institution and tens of millions to his son’s alma mater, as well as numerous charities.

I must admit that, disgust for the cult aside, it’s nice to see truly wealthy people who live simply and give back to the community. Also, can I get a retroactive babysitting raise?


Happy Halloween 2015! I really really enjoyed being Belle, it was even worth wearing heels. I just felt so glamorous, which is weird since I was wearing her ‘servant’ outfit. Belle is a glamorous servant, hehe! :D The first pic was with my mom’s phone, which is a lot better than mine. My phone sucks, but I made up for it (?) in more pictures. I’m really proud of this costume, it turned out so well for being a two day project! It is a little low cut, but I just got to show off my “brave beautiful boobs,” hehe!

I hope you all had a happy and safe holiday, if you celebrated. I am very tired, but it was totally worth it. Belle will probably be taken out again the next time I go to a convention.

Riddle: If a tree falls in my driveway but no one’s around to clear it, do I have to go to work today?


here i am taking selfies while i’m still sick… but i gotta go out today

anonymous asked:

I go to college 600 miles away from home so I always send my mom photos of what I'm up to and whenever I do she always replies with something like "you look so pretty" and "such a happy girl!" And I cry - tell me the barisi boys don't text Elisa the same things when she sends them life update photos


They have their own little group chat, just Elisa, Sonny, and Rafael, where she sends them pictures and updates on her classes and what life is like around Harvard. 

Elisa will send them pictures of her in the library, pre-law textbooks spread out in front of her, and Sonny and Rafael will both text back, “There’s our smart girl.”, which makes Elisa smile and gives her the motivation she needs to get through the rest of her studying, if only to make her dads proud.

Or she’ll send them pictures of her in a Harvard sweater, snuggled up in bed on a cold, December day, and Sonny will send back a picture of himself in one of Rafael’s old Harvard t-shirts, all cuddled up to Rafael on the couch. He’ll write something goofy, like, “We match, bunny!”, and Rafael will text back, “Bring me a t-shirt home when you visit next since your father’s stolen all of mine.”

And then she’ll send them pictures of her, laid out on the grass on the grounds of Harvard, her friends in the background laughing and chatting away, and Rafael and Sonny are just so full of love and happiness that their not-so-little-girl is thriving. They can’t think to write anything more than, “We love you, happy girl.”, their hearts are just so full.


I’m trans (in case you haven’t figured that out) and this is my v late submission to tdov. I am pre everything. Most people don’t know that. And, looking at the “before” photos stolen from my moms Facebook, when I’m not stuck in the black void of a hole where my self confidence should be, I can see where they’re coming from. I’m not one of those people who have reconciled who they were before. But as someone who is mostly okay with who they are now I want to be visible for those who can’t. You’re valid and trans no matter where you are in life or what you look like and I already fucking adore you.


Some photos my stepsister took from our Christening party. Everything was so beautiful and everyone had fun, regardless of the fact that there are a lot of people in our families who don’t get along very well. So it was a good idea to invite a lot of people. Also, Sofia got a ton of gifts - even though that wasn’t the meaning of inviting so many people, I won’t complain! One of the best gifts she got was a video baby monitor. It has room temperature monitoring, a sound level indicator, clear infrared night vision and 2-way communication so I can talk to her through it. I’ve already used it a couple of times and it’s pretty amazing. She got it from my dad and his wife.

(Roger used it to watch Wrestlemania in the toilet… Yeah. So he likes it too.)

Sofia is now two months old and she got her rotavirus vaccine yesterday. It wasn’t really a vaccine since it was taken orally and it apparently tastes pretty good, at least she loved it! Next month she’ll have her first “real” vaccinations and I’m so not looking forward to it. She’ll probably take them like a champ but I’m sure I’ll be crying like a baby.

The nurse told me that after the rotavirus vaccine she might be a little sleepier and poop more but I haven’t noticed anything. She’s been sleeping really well for quite a while now, last night she fell asleep around 11 pm and woke up at 5 am for the first time. I really feel like I’m getting a good night’s sleep right now and I hope it continues!