i had this drafted for half a year

Top 20 Larry fics in 2016 over 100k by kudos on Ao3

* criteria; completed in 2016 and not part of a fic series

1. Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can’t Lose by dolce_piccante for docilelou
2. California Sold by isthatyoularry
3. To Be Loved To Be In Love by Angel_Dust
4. Shake Me Down by AGreatPerhaps12
5. Nameless Night by green_feelings
6. wings to break your fall by karamelised
7. Hiding Place by alivingfire
8. Time Bomb by ThisSentimentalHeart
9. Fight For Me by Mie1412
10. Bloodline by banana_louis
11. Never Be by cherrystreet
12. And You’re My Ever After by NiamJenn1994
13. Luscious blood by Deidei
14. run away home by hattalove
15. Into the wild by Deidei
16. Lights Will Guide You Home by louisxharry1
17. Only You Can Be My Alpha by wubwubnparmaham
18. Fake It Till You Make It by thealmightyavocado
19. Dominus. by SS98
20. you are in love by wildestdreams

Bound to Happen (Part 1), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Words: 1,373

Author’s Note: Title taken from a quote from Donna, that their relationship was ‘bound to happen sometime’. Heavily based off of West Wing, if you never watched it, sorry, but I hope you’re still able to enjoy this.

Warnings: Slow, slow, slow burn.

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You knew you shouldn’t have gone out with the girls last night. The slightest breeze had you nearly doubled over in hungover induced pain. Still, Lin needed you.

The Richard Rogers Theater door slammed behind you, a long groan echoing from you and a few girls who had found home on the cold floor of the stage. Their cheeks were pressed against the cement in an attempt to ease their aching heads and bones with little relief.

Hey!” Karen stood at the other side of the stage, completely unaffected by the literal bottles of liquor she had consumed only hours ago. “Is Lin here yet?”

Her eyes were narrowed and her arms were crossed around her chest. She tried not to show it, but she was pissed.

“I’ll let him know you’re looking for him.” You offered, watching her hair swish as she sauntered off. If there was one person you certainly didn’t need on your bad side as your brain pounded for relief, it was Karen.

A glance at your watch confirmed the time and you knew Lin would be turning onto the block right about now. You hustled backstage, pouring coffee into a to-go cup along with the appropriate amount of sugar and milk.

Balancing coffee in your hand and a memo pad in another, you made your way back outside the theater. Shielding your eyes from the glaring morning sun, you watched as Lin skipped down the block in your direction.

“Karen’s looking for you.” You told him as soon as he was in earshot.

“Huh?” Was his intelligent response, readjusting the strap on his backpack.

“Karen is looking for you.”

“Usually ‘good morning’ is an approved greeting for this time of day.” He continued his trek past you.

Good morning.” You forced, head continuing to pound incessantly.

“What’s up?” He stopped at the door when you made no move to follow him.

“Karen is looking for you.” You repeated, eyes threatening. “I’m saying that Karen is looking for you.” Your eyes shined a threatening glance at the importance.

“Oh shit.” He sighed, wishing he hadn’t come in today, let alone be breathing in a world where he had pissed off Karen Olivo, “What did I do?”

You shrugged, offering him the cup of coffee.

“What’s this?”

Coffee,” You gestured to the little logo of a steaming cup on the side, “Says so right here.”

“No, why did you get me this? You never bring me coffee.” He finally decided to man up and swing the door open, taking a few hesitant steps into the theater. He glanced around. No Karen in sight.

His eyes shot to you when there was a lack of response. He watched for a moment as you busied yourself with your memo pad, crossing out paragraphs and starring important deadlines.

“Hey.” He nudged your side, gaining your attention, “How long have you worked for me?”

Technically I don’t work for you. I’m your assistant, but you don’t pay me, the theater does.” You eyes were back on your pad, “They certainly don’t pay me enough.” You mumbled, which Lin chose to ignore for this conversation.

“How long have you been my assistant?” He tried.

“Here? Two years.”

“How many times has Karen been upset with me?”

“How many days are in two years?” You tilted your head, attempting quick math in your head.

“Okay, so we can agree Karen is always mad at me. I don’t plan on dying today. At least, not at the hands of Karen Olivo.” He smiled, though you were still unconvinced considering the daggers Karen had glared just minutes ago.

Lin-Manuel Miranda!” Came her shriek, more than likely from across the theater. She was quite the belter.

“This might be my last meal.” Lin visibly deflated, taking a long sip of his coffee as you pushed him in the direction of where Karen had taken off. “When I die today, tell my story.” He shuffled off, leaving you with your list of tasks for the day and an ensemble of women staring at you from the floor of the theater.


“Nothing.” Mandy smirked, mid stretch, “Nothing at all.”

You hustled off without a second thought to the looks each of the girls shared. Working with Lin for the years you had were rough and patchy. You went all the way back to college, to the very first drafts of In the Heights. Back when he couldn’t get half a dozen musicians to play his music, let alone fill a tiny theater with people who wanted to watch it.

When it was announced that he would be spearheading the student production with an actual band and an actual cast and an actual creative team, it also came with an opening for an unpaid internship. Needing quick experience to top off your resumes, you applied and were never allowed to look back.

Lin took a liking to you immediately and practically called dibs on you. You were by his side whenever you could be, and when you weren’t he was sneering at whoever took you away.

You never expected him to take you this far - to Broadway. Yet, as you bustled around the theater to make sure nothing would fall apart, you didn’t regret a single second you spent by his side.

Most days were spent doing everything under the sun and more. Setting up appointments, shifting through interview questions and making sure Lin didn’t run himself into the ground.

It was a tough job to say the least, but when you went home several hours after you were supposed to be off, you still had a smile on your face knowing you made someone’s day a bit easier.

Meeting up with Lin before the show was routine, although the air seemed a bit tense after his conversation with Karen. You didn’t push it, knowing that if he wanted you to know about it he would have blurted out every detail the second you walked through the door.

You sat on his dressing room chair as he adjusted his collar in the mirror, eyes heavy but determined. Your pen clicked against his desk.

“Stop that.” He told you, eyes not moving from the mirror before him.

You clicked your pen once more to test the waters. His eyes shot to you in a small glare and you pulled back, not wanting to push him before a performance.

“What do we have?” He asked, settling into his couch and fixing his gaze on you.

You reviewed his schedule, a heavy emphasis on the appearance the cast would be making on Lopez Tonight, the first late night show he had ever been on.

“I have a date that night so I’ll miss the performance, but I’ll be able to see you guys off from here.” You added, quickly moving on to the next item.

“A what?”

“A date. You should really try one sometime. I have at least a dozen names whenever you’re ready.”

Lin rolled his eyes as he pushed away the thought of you having a life outside the theater and why he hadn’t been informed of it. In particular, why he wasn’t a part of it.

“That’s fine.” He said, moving to search through his mini-fridge. “Did you get more-”

“Behind the raisin bread.” You muttered, shuffling through your notes, “And I didn’t ask for your permission. Nor do I need it.”

Uh huh.” He pushed aside the raisin bread, greeted with cups of applesauce. “I should vet this guy, what’s his social security number?”

“He’s a teacher, he’s a nice guy, and he’s taking me out to dinner.”

Lin stuck his tongue out at the positive description.

“You haven’t even met him and you’re tossing him in the trash. At least I give the losers you date a chance.”

“I don’t date los-”

Claire.” You quirked your eyebrow, challenging a comeback.

“Fair point.” He tossed the now empty cup of applesauce just as places were called. “I gotta work. Keep my life going while I’m out there, yeah?” He winked before disappearing, not to be seen again until intermission where he would scarf down whatever lunch you picked up for him.

He would surely be dead without you there.

So, recently I handed in my dissertation. This was the biggest piece of work that I have ever done. I wrote 10,000 words on the topic of women’s friendship in the early modern period as presented in letters. And let me tell you, it was tough. Incredibly so. But it was manageable! And it can be for you too! If you plan to go into higher education, writing a dissertation, thesis, or project, is inevitable. So I’m here to tell you how to plan and execute a huge piece of work. As my background is primarily History, this will be more about humanities than sciences. But I hope that I can help you out!

Choosing a topic:

  • Choose something you like. Because by the end of it, you’re going to be sick of it. And, trust me, it’s better to be sick of something you’re actually interested in.
  • Look at the stuff you’ve done in the past and think about what you liked about each module. Gender? Politics? Semantics? The great thing about a dissertation is that you can explore which ever topic you feel like.
  • Research. Read everything you can on the topic. When you think you’ve read enough, read some more. The more you research, the better idea you’ll have as to whether your topic is viable. Google scholar is awesome, use it! And Jstor. And your university library. You have so much material at your fingertips, you just gotta find it.
  • Look at which sources are available to you. I stupidly chose a question which was very difficult to research. This was okay, as I was passionate about the topic and willing to travel to archives. But if you can’t think of anything to write about, maybe see what primary material is available to you at your university/college.
  • Originality is key for a huge piece of work like this. This is the most difficult part of choosing a topic, in my opinion. Think of something that hasn’t been done before, or come to a new conclusion. Trust yourself, your opinions are valid!
  • Primary sources are the most important thing here. Read them before you read too much secondary material. This way, you can find your own opinions on the subject without just appropriating what has been already said.
  • Talk to people who know what they’re talking about. Your university pays lots of professors whose job it is to advise you. Go and talk to them! They may be able to give you some new perspective.

Planning your essay:

How do you eat an elephant?

One bite at a time.

This is the most important thing I can say to anyone planning a huge piece of work. If you do a little bit every week, then you’ll be fine. You DO NOT want to find yourself a week from the deadline, with still 5,000 words to write. I know some people who did that, and they suffered. Badly. So keep plugging away at it, and you’ll get it done in time. Here are a few tips which I learned the hard way…

  • Give yourself plenty of time to research. I spent 3 months just reading before I even thought about making a solid plan. Only after doing loads of reading and thinking can you come up with a way to tie together everything you’ve learned.
  • When making a plan, decide how many words to devote to each “chapter.” This means you won’t go over the word limit. And editing is the worst.
  • I made quite a long detailed plan in order to structure my thoughts. That plan became my bible. It might not work for you though.
  • This is my favourite way of planning my essays. It’s such a useful guide, so simple, and so helpful. Give it a look! I’ve been using a similar technique since I started uni, but this is better tbh.
  • When researching, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, write down where you found the information. Page numbers, author, publisher, date of publication, editions, chapter titles, chapter page numbers. I spent 4 days after I had written the whole thing just trying to find this one God damn article which I had read nearly a year ago. It was a nightmare.Please. Record the bibliographical information.
  • Write all the important dates in your diary/phone. I also used “monthly reminders” so I was constantly aware of how long I had left.
  • Give yourself a week to edit and create your bibliography. It’s nice to edit at your own pace, not at a rush.
  • Give yourself lots of room for disasters! When I was planning my essay, I had no idea that I was going to break my arm, and be in cast for half of the year. I obviously did not predict that. But I had an adaptable schedule, which really helped me.
  • And make sure to regularly back everything up! I lost a load of work and it sucked so bad. Don’t let that happen to you.

The Writing:

  • Give yourself your own deadlines. Say that you need to have written the first chapter three months before the deadline, or something like that. This means that you won’t be rushing at the end, and you might be able to give drafts of chapters to your supervisor to read over.
  • It’s alright if you don’t write perfectly on the first try. Splurge your ideasall over the paper! Freewrite everything you want to say. And then, after a cup of tea or a nap, come back to it. You’ll feel much better for it.
  • You don’t have to start at the beginning. Maybe write the chapter that you have the most information for first, to give yourself some confidence. Or, maybe start with the worst first, to make the rest seem less daunting. It’s up to you, both strategies have merit.
  • Daily word counts are great when you’re reaching the deadline. I knew I had to write 150 words every day in order to hit the deadline - I exceeded this every day, which made me feel awesome about myself and gave myself loads of confidence.
  • Talk to people about it! I find that talking about my opinions out loud really help me formulate my ideas in my head.
  • Do loads of proof reading. I discovered two days before the deadline that I had been spelling “amicitia” wrong consistently. It was pretty embarrassing.
  • Ask your friends/family to read it through. Even if they don’t  understand everything, they should be able to help with grammatical errors and such like. When you’re sick of reading your own words (which is very quickly for me) you’ll be thankful for the second opinion.


thediffernetgirlontheblock  asked:

Hey so I've just started writing fairly recently, first I found a love for reading then I tried writing and I loved it. My problem is I have great ideas but execution is a huge problem. I write a few chapters then I have writers block then I doubt myself, would people like it? Is it even good? You know stuff like that? This has lead to me deleting multiple books that I've started to write some almost complete but never published or anything.

Hello thediffernetgirlontheblock,

This is something every freaking writer on the planet, from King to Rowling has gone through. The only difference is they did it anyway. They got their butt in their chair and wrote despite themselves. I know self doubt can be overwhelming, and the entire writing process can feel big, but this is where it’s best to take a step back and just focus on the step in front of you. That’s all.

Two things popped out to me off the bat: You started as a reader, and you can write.

You started as a reader: This is great. The best kind of writers do it for the love of reading or their love of the written word. Your passion for reading will directly feed your passion for writing, but reading can fuel self doubt at times. Here are some things to keep in mind:

Don’t compare yourself to other writers. Nobody writes like you, so it’s really a moot point. The only person you are in competition with is yourself and you always want to beat yourself at your best.

If you think your writing sucks, you have good taste: Honestly that’s all it is. You know there is a better way of saying what you meant and you WILL get there with practice. Bad writers don’t think their writing sucks, they don’t know any better. You already are winning half the battle when you doubt yourself.

Give your work some air…some room to breath: I just last week looked at my nano project from last year. At the end of November I would have probably deleted the whole thing right there. It was shaky and full of rambling and had a ton of embarrassing things that made me want to punch my couch when I read it fresh. Since I gave it time, things look more redeemable and now I at least have a crap first draft to work with. It’s much better than staring at a blank page.

Don’t erase anything: I mean that. You can hide it so it never sees the light of day again but don’t erase it. It doesn’t do you any harm being there. It’s still progress. Just remember that nobody has to see it until you’re ready and that is the truth. I can’t remember where I heard this, but some of the best advice I’ve used: Write drunk, edit sober. Who cares how your writing is a first. You can edit it as much as you need to to get it there.

Remember traditionally published books weren’t written alone: Every book has gone through several editing processed before making it’s way to a shelf. An agent and several different types of very experienced editors have given it the hacking. Don’t compare your work to pub novels it’s simply unfair.

You can write: I mean that. I’ve only read this question and as a short as it is, it’s still enough to know you can form a sentence and structure a paragraph (very well). You should continue to write. If you are having trouble with the execution you can maybe try plotting more. Another option: try writing your idea out like a synopsis/jacket cover way from start to finish. You can then worry about the line by line writing, the sub-plot and the character depth et. al. One you have a solid foundation story down. This will help you stay encouraged and continue writing. I hope you do.

Happy Writing :)


Adam Henrique #1.1

Requested by Anon:  can you write an Adam Henrique imagine. You guys are best friends but both of you always felt that the relationship should go further than friends and were afraid to say anything, until one day where you both tell each other how you feel. your drabbles are the best (:

*Here it is!! Thank you so much. This is a two-parter so I hope you wait for that one too. :) Enjoy!*

Word count: 803

Originally posted by medievaldickweed

“You’ve been doing this for years,” you said as you tapped your fingers on your lap, “I can’t believe you can still forget to bring your lucky jockstrap on a road trip after going on road trips almost your whole hockey-playing career,” you grumbled, making sure that your voice was loud enough for Adam Henrique, who was on the other end of the line, to hear.

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caejose modern au


  • joseph is back from uni for the summer and gets a job at the daycare because he loooooves kids
  • (maybe the daycare is run by uncle speedy???? i love the idea of speedwagon taking care of all these kiddos)
  • and every day caesar drops off like three kids right as the daycare opening and comes to pick them up right before closing time
  • joseph is super curious about him because he LOVES gossip and caesar can’t be more than a few years older than him but he already has three kids???
  • and sometimes a teenage girl comes to pick them up instead like?? is she their sister??? or the mom???? like what’s going on
  • uncle speedy tells him the truth before joseph gets too excited
  • turns out caesar’s parents are dead so as the oldest of five siblings he takes it on himself to take care of his family
  • the second oldest is in high school and has a summer job so she can’t take care of the other kiddos
  • literally they’re both working like crazy to make ends meet
  • uncle speedy gave them a discount for daycare fees
  • he offered to do it for free because he was nonno zeppeli’s bff and he has known caesar since he was a baby
  • but ofc caesar refused, it was all speedy could do to make him take the discounted price
  • anyway joseph is a quick favourite amongst the kids
  • and one day he meets the whole zeppeli clan shopping for groceries
  • (ofc joseph’s trolley is full of like pop tarts and doritos and ready meals)
  • (caesar’s is all proper food because they make a huge batch of food during the weekend and then keep leftovers for the week)
  • the kiddos swarm joseph and are generally super excited
  • and caesar’s just like “ah yes hello the daycare guy, joseph right?”
  • and they have a bit of an awkward chat in the cereal aisle
  • the kids are a good buffer and joseph isn’t like SUPER awkward he just feels like it because caesar is a very attractive man and he seems to have his life together while joseph is just. a potato
  • but it’s fine and on monday caesar sends a slice of the lasagne he made to daycare with the kiddos
  • and that evening when caesar comes to pick em up joseph is just like play it cool play it cool
  • “thanks for the lasagne it was super good how did you make it like that you should give me the recipe” #CASUAL
  • “oh yea def what’s your email i’ll send it to you”
  • and the communication begins
  • i don’t know exactly where this goes but they like start hanging out and stuff and the kids are there and love them both 
  • and uncle speedy is just in the background sighing like ‘ah… youth…’ 
  • and sometimes joseph comes over to the zeppeli hosue to babysit and caesar comes home to his four siblings sprawled out over joseph’s huge body, all fast asleep while frozen plays on the tv
  • aaaaaaaaaaa

I found this in my drafts from two years ago and thought I’d finally edit it enough to post~

Harry Hart has never had need for an alarm clock. Every morning he wakes up, warm and comfortable, at 7am on the dot. Admittedly, getting shot in the head had messed up his internal clock slightly, but now, over a year and a half after what the media had started calling V-Day, it’s finally getting back into swing.

His bed partner’s internal clock leaves a lot to be desired, however.

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padmeamidalia  asked:

“don’t you dare tell me you love me!” W Scott the love of my life where he's with Jean but he also HELLA HAS FEELS FOR READER AND HAHAHAHA I WANT TO SUFFER I AM WHIPPED

a/n: i found this at the bottom of my drafts half finished,,… wow am i a gr8 friend or what lmao

@alexsunmners @kurtwxgners @madelyne-pryor

You didn’t like the idea of Jean and Scott at first but they made each other so happy that you couldn’t object to it. Although your heart broke when you heard that they had started dating, you kept that to yourself. They were- they are your friends, you couldn’t just drop something so big on them like that. You didn’t want them to hate you or ruin what they had together. You wanted to support them and as the years passed, the pain in your chest when you saw them together numbed until it wasn’t there anymore.

Scott didn’t know exactly what had happened leading up to this, the moment he would tell you this, but there was something in the way that you spoke to him so softly drew him to you. He didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him. He loves Jean and he had for a long time. Of course, he loves you, you’re his friend but he didn’t know when that platonic love had bent and shaped itself into romantic love. 

It wasn’t supposed to be this way.

He was starting to zone out again, you could tell by the way he slumped over just a bit and how his hand clench up into a tight fist. 

“Are you listening, Scott?” You say, snapping your fingers in front of him, smiling when he shakes his head and nods. 


You stare at him, leaning back in your seat. There’s something wrong, that much you can tell just by looking at him, hell, anyone could see that there was something bothering him.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just a lot on my mind.”

“Well, you can tell me. I’m all ears.”

He bites his lip, looking down at his lap and sighs, not sure how to say what he felt. He never could. “It’s nothing.”

“You’re getting married?” You ask, eyebrows scrunched up and a frown on your face. “I don’t believe that for a second. You’re not the settling down type of guy.”

“Well, I am.” That didn’t mean that it felt right, in fact, something in his gut was telling him that maybe he shouldn’t have asked Jean to marry him.

“I need to tell you something. Something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a long time.” He breathes in and mentally slaps himself. He could fight sentinels and the brotherhood but he wanted to hurl at the thought of having to tell you this. It was so simple and yet it took so much out of him.

You hum, looking up at him and moving closer. “Are you going to tell me or not? You’re leaving me all pent up with anticipation.”

Scott glances at your lips, just briefly, even though he could linger on them longer- you wouldn’t even know. 

There’s a moment when some kind of force just pulls him to you, slowly inching closer and you don’t even realize what is happening until his lips just barely brush yours. Had this happened ten years ago, you would have jumped for joy and close the remaining distance but this is now, not when you were a lovesick teenager. 

You freeze when his hands just rest against your arm, barely an ounce of pressure on them and you can just barely make out the words that slip from his lips.

“I love you.”

It’s all over then. You don’t want to hear that. It’s too late for that.

“No! Don’t you dare tell me you love me!” You push his hands off of your arms, taking a step away from him and point at Scott with a shaking finger. “You lost that right the second you proposed to Jean. You don’t love me. You love her.” 

You wipe your nose with the sleeve of your sweatshirt, sniffling and pulling back into yourself. “If you really loved me, you wouldn’t have done this. I spent years trying to get over you and I did! You can’t just change your mind like that. You can’t do this to me.”

Scott stares at you, wanting to take this moment back. He didn’t mean to hurt you like this, it was never his intention.

/// coffee cups and busted laughs ///
(a little poetic ditty about how there are some people that we just can’t get over)

no more smiles just piles of drafts
no more blues, no more songs
just a wild little rhyme on my tongue
every violet kiss was like a violent tirade
you couldn’t rest, you couldn’t sleep
a point had to be made!

wrapped your fingers right ‘round my neck, you gasped for a breath as i grabbed at my throat; we tangoed like this for a year and a half
you weren’t a monster, just a sneaker-wearing misunderstood dusty-eyed soccer-fan lost in the heat of american home-building contests
and i was an upside-down clown lost in a pool of everyone’s wishes
you’re somewhere there in the dark heart of night, wandering through halls of windswept states and i’m here in the mudhut we built, doing the dishes

3k words: Kent and Andy from leave your lovers like campsites, the 2016 All Star Game; Kent and Jack are on different teams and manage to avoid each other most of the week, but not when Bob and the boys from the Q hold a little reunion dinner.  Swearing, references to self-injury and substance abuse, consensual coming out, discussion of unreliable memory/fear of invented memories. No real resolution.

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But in the end, the most important thing to accept, is that no matter how alone you feel, how painful it may be, with the help of those around you, 

you’ll get through this too.

arlene; dylric au

the point of these bullets are all drabble/ficlet ideas that i will willingly bring to life !!! (except for the few that don’t make any sense lmao) just send me an ask with your choice of bullet :^)

important note: the nbk mission was aborted 



  • arlene (lena) maegan klebold-harris was born on april 20th, 2002 (she had a different legal name @ the time and was drafted into foster care not long after)
  • eric & dylan took her in after dylan finished at the university of arizona, so about 2-3 months after she was born 
  • i strongly believe that arlene pissed on dylan when he changed her once and he started freaking out and throwing his hands everywhere 
  • dylan was a highkey savage and gave her loads of dr. pepper when she was like 1 & a half 
  • first word: fuck 
  • first steps: 11 months; towards eric (he went on and on about this for a solid three months afterward) 
  • her first birthday party consisted of sue taking like 20 pictures every five seconds and hugging dylan and crying 
  • when she first learned to talk, lena called eric ‘rebby’ and dylan ‘dada’ 
  • the first song she danced to was ‘i hate everything about you’ by three days grace so everytime it came on the radio eric would sing along and she’d bounce in her car seat (this song eventually became her lullaby and the boys would get so fed up of hearing “DADA SING ME TEE DAYS GACE”)
  • arlene got her first “cool shirt” when she was three; dyl bought her a kmfdm jumper and eric absolutely lived for it
  • robyn babysat her often as the losers went off to work
  • on her first day of pre-school eric took her because dylan thought he wouldn’t put up with her crying but when eric goes to hug lena she just flips him off and waltzes to her assigned chair 
  • her preschool teacher often referred to her as a hell spawn to eric and at one point eric punched him in the nose
  • dylan once chaperoned for one of her kindergarten field trips to the zoo because he had a day off of work and the entire time she just held his hand and dragged him off to point at deadly animals (”DADDDDY, DO YOU THINK REB WILL LET US BUY A TIGER FOR CHRISTMAS”)

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