kids in sports

anonymous asked:

I like how for the "does Giggles have any family" ask you didn't bother humanizing her mom- so either A) she just inexplicably has a giant chipmunk for a mom or B) her mom is a performer for a kids show (or a sports team mascot) and just rarely takes her costume off

Lmaoo both

amethystunarmed  asked:

Just kinda bouncing off the sports thing. Jeremy finding gymnastics and just falling in love with it, and doing tons of flips and back handsprings and shit. Featuring Michael urging Gavin to mimic him and Jack frantically trying to stop him. Also, Ryan is a theater kid and a massive bookworm, so he always tries to get the kids to act and buys them books and stuff.

God yes! Like, maybe Michael doesn’t really like sports, and he’s trying to get out of going, so he keeps pushing Jeremy and Gavin into getting into more sports. But Gavin is uncoordinated, so Michael sort of sits his sights on Jeremy. And Jeremy becomes the one kid that joins as many sports as he can.

And Ryan reciting Shakespeare to the kids as bedtime stories and showing them the proper way to con someone by using their wits and not brute force (Michael still does but whatever).

And of course, Geoff reads to them too, but they always say he doesn’t do the voices like Ryan, so he tries and it just makes the kids giggle too much because “That’s not the voices Geoff.”

From the Other Side of the Signing Table

“I don’t know what to say to you,” the girl said. “Um, thanks, I guess.”

“Thanks is good,” I replied.

Silence stretched, punctuated only by the scuffle of a Sharpie on a page.

We were in the same boat, the girl and I — both at a book festival, both at the end of a long day full of people, both in a signing line that had been going on for an hour already. There was only one big difference between us: she was on one side of the table, and I was on the other. Sometimes that difference seems to matter more than others.

Before I was published, I read a lot of accounts of what it was like to have your work out there, but I never read anything about what it was like to have yourself out there. I suppose I never really thought about it, to tell you the truth. I thought you wrote a book and hopefully people liked it and if I thought about book tours at all, I figured they involved standing on a stage for a bit before disappearing into a rental car. The truth, however, is that now — ten years and fifteen novels in to my career — most of my hours in front of people are spent in a signing line. Forty minutes on a stage or behind a table for a panel, and then two or three hours meeting a few hundred strangers. I had no idea what it would be like.

This is what it’s like.

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