her pictures are great

First Contact

It went so freaking good.


Mom was super nice and very upbeat. It may have all been fake, but if so she was a great actress. I gave her the pictures I took. We talked a lot about how Matt gets into everything and Mia is not your typical newborn. She thanked me for keeping them together and was just generally postive about everything.


It was a little awkward on my part because I didn’t want to overstep, but I also didn’t feel right expecting her to take care of all the kids at once. It was hard to find a balance between helping her, but not parenting them. I suppose that’s to be expected though.


I learned a lot more about the case. Specifically why the kids came into care, what happened with the relatives (the kids were taken from them, not given up), where dad is in all this (currently not in the picture) and most importantly about the case plan.


Mom has so much stuff she has to do before she gets the kids back. So much. But from my understanding she could have been working on some of this in the past few months while Matt and Macy have been in care. So while I have some degree of sympathy, I also think they are very reasonable expectations. Apparently having Mia taken really made mom decide to step up.


And that’s great! I’m really rooting for her. She has a lot of stuff against her and it’s gonna be a while even if she stays at it. But if she can maintain the attitude she brought to the table today…..I think she can do it.


Probably the only negative aspect of the whole thing was how she dealt with Matt and Macy. Macy craves attention and she will throw the worst tantrums to get it. Mom even talked about how in her house Macy in 100% doted on by her dad/grandparents and that’s why she acts that way.


I personally don’t pacify her. My biggest thing with her behavior is to get her to stop correlating tears/hysterics with attention. So when she acts like that I ignore her. I let her cry herself out and then when she calms down I give her some level of attention. But I also try to make her understand that she has to share with her siblings. It’s an uphill battle of course, but to watch mom just give in was very frustrating.


Similar situation with Matt. He is annoying as fuck. He gets into everything, will not listen and just generally makes you want to scream. So instead of dealing with that, mom just fed him the entire time we were there to keep him occupied so she didn’t actually have to parent him. And that right there is why Matt has an unhealthy obsession with food, something else I’m working on.


I definitely passed some judgement while all this was going on. I kept it internal, because it’s hardly my place to parent the parent. Especially considering the CW’s were in the room. Then again, looking at it from her perspective, she sees her kids 4 hours a month. That’s it. (For Mia it will be 8 hours a month.) Disciplining is hard. It makes the kids upset and mad at you. Why does she want to spend the few hours she gets with them doing something that isn’t fun and causes them to not want to love on her? I can understand that.


I’m really trying to put myself in her shoes at much as possible. It’s kind of hard because a lot of the stuff she’s going through I have no idea what that feels like. I’ve never been an addict or in a really unhealthy relationship or trying to operate without a support system. But I’m doing my best.


We exchanged numbers and I promised to keep her updated with the kiddos. I’m really hoping today was the start of a beautiful relationship. Maybe I have on my rose-colored glasses, but I’ll take it.

That moment right before you decide to kiss your wife on the live stream.


I’m STILL shook

I’M GONNA BE AN AUNTIE!!!!
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I want to be a reporter. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.

bisexualpirateheart  asked:

AHEM. *leans on doorway* I would like to know about that time you led a strike in preschool.

Okay, storytime. Both of my parents worked full time, and the woman who ran the family daycare across the street “went away for her health”- a charming euphemism for her family having her institutionalised because they couldn’t cope with her schizophrenia, but that’s another story for another time- so I went to preschool for two years. The preschool I went to was a good one. Still is, actually. My brother and his wife have their little sprout on the waiting list already, and he’s not two yet. It’s built onto the side of an ex-church, and it has great play areas, a sandpit, ducks, the works. Nice. We did all the usual preschool stuff; craft activities, storytime, naptime, playing with toys. To help us learn to be responsible and cooperative human beings, we were expected to clean up after ourselves, and put things away when we were done with them. Being small children, this had mixed results, so at the end of every day, there’d be a big group cleanup, where we went through and picked all the toys and books up off the floor of the main room and put everything in order.

All very nice, right? Trouble was, about half of the kids got picked up at 5, 5:30ish, and the other half, whose parents worked later hours, would be there till 6 or 6:30. The cleanup usually happened around 6, so the kids whose parents could pick them up early never had to clean up, and I noticed pretty quickly that the kids who never had to clean up at the end of the day didn’t seem to pick up after themselves during the day, either. They knew they wouldn’t have to deal with it, so they didn’t care.

I feel I should mention that my mother was, at the time, the secretary of a large public sector union. She’d been a unionist for some time (we’ve got a great picture somewhere of baby me on her lap at a Women In Leadership conference) and sometimes she had people over for dinner, and they’d talk about union business. I knew what was going on, here. This was a discriminatory practice. It targeted kids whose parents couldn’t afford for one of them to stay home with the kids. It encouraged unfair behaviour in the kids who didn’t have to clean up. This had to stop.

I went to the staff first. Mostly they laughed at me- in their defense, please picture a tiny blonde four-year-old in a princess dress squaring up to you about “dithcriminatory practitheth”- and told me I should set an example for the other kids by being tidy. Well. That wasn’t going to change anything. Having been knocked back by the administration, I took the struggle to the people. While we were cleaning up, I talked to the other kids who had to stay late, and we came to a consensus that things had to change. Look, to be honest, I don’t remember this happening with any kind of clarity. I was very small. Mum has told this story with great pride for some years, though, and most of the details come from her retelling. I don’t know if it was me who first suggested strike action, but I know it was me who led the sit-in protests; I’m told it was me who made an inspiring speech about fairness and division of labour, and it was definitely me whose parents got called.

Upshot was, we went over to a system of shorter clean-up sessions throughout the day- one before lunch, one after naptime, and one at the end of the day- and my mother has never let me forget that four-year-old me was a rabble-rousing monster child.

you know that episode of the office where pam has her first art exhibit and she invites everyone in the office to come and very few people actually show up and the few that did were rather rude and critical of her work and then as she’s about to take her pictures down michael comes and tells her how great he thinks they are and that he wants to buy one of them??? i think about that moment a lot it makes me tear up

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oneill_center The first performance of Tom Kitt & John Logan’s new musical SUPERHERO is tonight in the Barn! Jason Moore directs and Kelli O'Hara and James Snyder lead the cast. #oneillsummer

FP Jones/Andrew’s Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 11

Originally posted by archiegifs

AN: We are getting so close to finishing this series which makes me sad but I’m thankful for all of you and I finally hit 4k followers this weekend which incredible!!

(Part One)(Part Two)(Part Three)(Part Four)(Part Five)(Part Six)(Part Seven)(Part Eight)(Part Nine)(Part Ten)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 2,462

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic,

Archie thought it best to miss out the gory details of his and FP’s conversation by telling you that FP didn’t talk at all whilst he was there. 

In the meantime, you had managed to convince Kevin to talk to Joaquin about FP’s one phone call and that was the next piece of the puzzle that you were waiting on. 

Archie had informed you that FP had been working with another Serpent called Mustang but what he didn’t tell you was that he was going with Kevin, Joaquin and Veronica to go interrogate said-Serpent. You didn’t find out until Archie called you to ask for a lift. 

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Iris West Icons

made them for Abby (@irisofthemyscira) decided to share if anyone else was going to use!

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Original #13: I Didn’t Mean To Kill Stan

Length: Short

Note: This story includes sensitive adult themes. 

I really didn’t. Why would I? Stan was my best mate. We’d been friends since high school.

I hadn’t meant to kill him. I just wanted him to shut up. All I did was tap him on the head with my hockey stick, for crying out loud. And then down he went, making a mess along the way. Crashing into stuff, grabbing onto furniture. Do you have any idea how long it’ll take me to clean up all that blood?

Anyway, like I said. Stan was my man. He was my homie, my bromie, my Steve Buscemi. I trusted him with my life. But just now, when I left my room to get a drink, I come back and what the hell do I see? Stan was messing around my laptop. Just clicking on shit and looking at my personal stuff. So right there, it was clear that Stan was in the wrong.

And then what happens? He goes absolutely insane. He starts yelling and calling me names and demanding explanations about some pictures I got on my laptop. In my own house! I tell him to calm down but he wasn’t having any of it. So I did what I gotta do. I shut him up. Maybe a tad too enthusiastically, but it was an honest mistake. Killing him, I mean.

I know what you’re wondering about right now. What pictures?

I’ll come clean, alright? They were pictures of Stan’s sister, Stephanie.  

But, look – it’s not weird. I’m dating her. I’m her boyfriend. So naturally, I’m going to have some pictures of her in my laptop. But Stan doesn’t understand. He’s a great guy, but we don’t see eye to eye on some things. Like Steph.

I first met Steph a year ago. I was at Stan’s crib, just hanging and chatting when this absolute babe walked past the living room. I mean, she was so sexy. Va-va-vroom and all that. The way she moved, the way she carried herself, she had such an air of confidence that impressed me right away.

I knew I had to have her.

But I knew I had to take it slow. I had to gain her trust. Turn on the charm, make her fall back in love with me. So that was exactly what I did. Whenever I was at Stan’s place, I would drop in to Steph’s room and say hello. Gradually she become more comfortable around me, and our conversations grew longer. I learned about her hobbies, her favorite music, her favorite TV shows, and all that.

I also learned that she loved ice-cream. So on our very first date, I brought her out to this really classy ice cream parlour downtown. Bought her her favorite flavour – chocolate chip, in case you’re wondering. After that, we went to the theatre and watched this movie that she had really been looking forward to. It was a great date.

But here’s the thing about Steph. She’s a lovely lady, but she’s very conservative. She doesn’t like, shall I say, the hanky panky business that relationships usually entail. I tried to cop a feel one time on one of our dates and she didn’t go for that at all. Said she wasn’t comfortable.

Here’s what you gotta know about me. I’m a gentleman. If my lady is no ready, then I’ll do the waity. I respected her preferences and our dates remained purely verbal. No tactile movements at all.

But here’s another thing you gotta know about me. I’m a dude. I have needs and desires. So if my lady wasn’t gonna give me action, I gotta get them from somewhere else. But I didn’t wanna cheat on Steph too, so I couldn’t go messing around with other girls.

So I compromised. I went to the hardware store and bought a couple of surveillance cameras. You know, the sort that you can hide in corners and on top shelves to watch people. And they were the good kinds, too. With a click of a button from my laptop, I could take pictures from the livestreaming videos. What can I say? Only the best for my lady. Then one day while Steph was using the loo, I installed them in her room. Easy peasy. One on the top shelf facing her bed, and one on another shelf, facing her closet.

It was all going great. I had tons of fantastic pictures and videos of Steph.

And then Stan had to step in. Almost threw a wrench in my plans, what with all the yelling and hollering. Luckily, there was no one else in my house. I would have hated to remove the cameras from Steph’s room!

So anyway, that’s that. I just wanted to get this off my chest. Stan thought that I’m a bad guy, but I really am not. I truly, truly, love Stephanie from the bottom of my heart.

Speaking of Steph, I really should get going. This entire thing with Stan almost threw my A-game off. I’d almost forgotten that we’ve got tickets to go see Steph’s third grade dance recital. I would have hated to miss that!

Picture Perfect - Request

Requested by anon:  Hi o was wondering if you could do a dean x reader imagine where she’s like taking cute polaroids of him and he realises he loves you :)

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 1,682

Warnings: None, I guess.

A/N: Fluffy Dean. I feel like this is too simple and that that’s what gives it the charm I craved for. Let me know what you think! ;)

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Originally posted by frozen-delight

“DEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!” She cheered, storming inside his room and jumping to his bed.

Dean groaned in response. He had been sleeping until then.

“Wake up, I found something great!” She insisted, trying to tickle him.

Dean extended an arm, wrapped it around her body and pushed her to be by his side.

“Dean!” She squealed and Dean covered her mouth with a heavy hand.

It was weird how his relationship with (Y/N) was.

Of course, they weren’t dating, but they weren’t friends like so neither. What he felt for Charlie was far too different from what he felt for (Y/N). There was obviously something more between them, but Dean wasn’t completely sure what it was.

At first he thought it was mere sexual attraction, but that got discarded when he realized he felt something else and away from his pants. Yes, she could turn him on with the simplest action, but there was also something more.

That’s when he thought he thought of her like a sister, but then on New Year’s Eve he felt the immense need of kissing her – without mentioning the many times he craved to have her physically and emotionally – so that too got discarded.

It ended up in him admitting he liked her. It wasn’t love, just a small need he had developed and that would end when he found the one. However, since he started feeling things for her, every other woman seemed to be less interesting, less beautiful and less funny.

Dean no longer dated anyone else, and he stopped having one night stands. He claimed that it was because he was too old to be fooling around with girls, and that the world needed him to focus, and many other excuses.

It’s not like he didn’t want to fully admit his feelings for (Y/N), but the exact opposite. Dean had grown fond of her – feelings or not – and he knew that if he ended up screwing things up because he confused friendship with love his whole relationship with (Y/N) would be affected. Therefore, he remained quiet about it until he was certain of his true feelings for her.

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Game Aesthetics: Rochelle (Left 4 Dead 2)