“I couldn’t let you go on your own,” said Scarlet, most of the venom gone from her tone.
“I don’t know. Call me crazy.”
Winter shut her eyes. “I won’t. You are not damaged like I am. You are not a hundred scattered pieces, blowing farther and farther away from each other.”
“How would you know?”
Listing her head, Winter dared to look up again.
Scarlet leaned against the regolith wall. “My father was a liar and a drunk. My mother left when I was a kid and never looked back. I witnessed a man kill my grandmother and then rip out her throat with his teeth. I was kept in a cage for six weeks. I was forced to cut off my own finger. I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with a guy who has been genetically modified and mentally programmed to be a predator. So all things considered, I’d say I have a fair amount of scattered pieces myself.”
Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it’s crazy, but that’s the only thing I’d really like to be.
SOOKIE: Don’t you understand that Luke is so into you? LORELAI: Okay, stop- SOOKIE: He has had to watch you go from one guy to another, and then the engagement, and then the engagement was off, and patiently he’s waited. And now in walks this kid, and he says, ‘My God, will she date anyone else in the world before she’ll date me?’ LORELAI: Sookie, that- SOOKIE: Hey. Maybe it’s crazy, maybe it’s irrational, but it’s there. Just look the guy in the eye. It’s right there.
“Ok, have fun Bash.” I tell Sebastian, kneeling down and kissing him on the forehead. She adjusted his collar on his little jean jacket and lifted his cap to ruffle his hair, causing him to blush.
“Bach babies come?” He asks me.
“Not this time.” I shake my head, just you and momma are going.
He looks up at Brittany, who gives him a thumbs up and nods happily, causing him to smile brightly. Brittany is taking Sebastian on an overnight trip to Philly to visit a cousin and so Sebastian can go to a birthday party. Originally we were going to take all three kids, but we both decided that Sebastian might need a little special alone time with Brittany since things have been kind of crazy with the twins being born, then with my abuela dying and the sudden trip to Lima. He starts full day daycare in two weeks so this is kind of his end of summer vacation trip. Since the girls are six months now, and entertain one another, and sleep through the night a little more I assured Brittany it would be okay if she went with Sebastian or the night. She was reluctant at first but after we talked more, she came around to the idea, and eventually got really excited about her mini trip with Sebastian. She was going to drive but I convinced her to take a train, knowing that Bash would love that.
“Bach go on a twain with momma.” He nods and lifts his toy train in the air for me to see.
“You are going to have so much fun.” I smile at him and stand up. “Did you say goodbye to the girls?” I ask her.
“Yes.” She nods. “They are both still asleep, which is good, "Yasmin won’t see me and freak out because she wants to nurse, but I got to kiss them and love on them enough to contain me for at least an hour.” She teases. “I’m going to miss them so much.” She turns her head to blink and I see the tears forming.
“Bash why don’t you go give Brownie and Chef a treat before you go.” I tell him. He nods and runs out of the room happily, screaming for them at the top of his lungs. “It’s okay to cry, I panicked the first time I had to leave Bash, so I understand.”
“You’re their mom too, so it’s not that I don’t trust you, but…” She mumbles into my hair as she hugs me tightly.
“I get it, honeybee, no need to explain or anything.” I comfort her, rubbing her back. “Do you want me to quick pack up stuff for the girls and we all can go?”
I feel her exhale deeply and shake her head against mine. “No, but thank you. Just don’t laugh at me if I call or text you every five minutes.” She smiles shyly.
I hold up my hand. “I promise.” I wink before kissing her. “We haven’t been apart in almost two years…this is hard for me too.” I whisper to her.
“Cuddle with the girls all day and all night.” She tells me.
“I’ll stare at Bellz.” I laugh before glancing at my watch. “You better get going, baby, you don’t want to miss your train, and the Uber will be here any minute to take you to the train station.”
“Okay.” She nods before kissing me deeply, backing me slowly to the wall.
30 minutes later, Sebastian and Brittany were gone on their super special trip so I walk to the nursery where the girls are starting to wake up, Yasmin always first, and stare at them. “Don’t wake your sister.” I laugh when she smiles and starts to kick to her legs. I pick her up and run my fingers slowly through her thick curly hair and kiss all over her face. She reaches for my face and sticks her hand in my mouth quickly, her eyes widening when I suck on her hand lightly and pull it out of my mouth. She stares at her hand then at me, almost confused. I reach and grab a pacifier for her and set her on the floor in the middle of her playmat, sticking a stuffed animal in front of her as Bellamy wakes up and looks around. I go through the same routine with her, kissing all over her face and hugging her, giving her a little undivided attention, but still keeping one eye on Yasmin, who is having a staring contest with the stuffed animal.
After I sit Bellamy on the floor next to her sister, letting them greet each other for the morning and smiling at their interaction, Yasmin of course staring and smiling at Bellamy, who leans forward and reaches out for her sister, which I thought would be a hug, but turns into Bellamy taking her pacifier out of her mouth, which I quickly had to stick back in since Bellamy didn’t get the smile she was expecting.
“So ladies.” I smile at them, turning them both to face me, as I sit Indian style on the floor in front of them. “It’s a girls weekend, we can pig out on junk food, well milk, we don’t have to wear bras, well only me.” I laugh. “And we can control the TV.” I nod to them.
Bellamy nods back, spitting out her pacifier and smiling brightly, Yasmin staring at her and following suit. “You both can’t start crawling until momma gets back, so no funny business. I know Bash is trying to get you to mobile.” I tell them. “Why don’t we go downstairs and get some breakfast.” I suggest before sniffing the air. “Or let’s do a diaper change first, which one of you pooped?” I ask them, staring between the two of them.
Bellamy starts to laugh and shake her head no, her new favorite thing. Yasmin smiles at her sister and copies her quickly. “Well one of you did, someone pooped, and it wasn’t me.” I tell them with a smile, making them both laugh. “I bet it was Bellz.” I raise an eyebrow at her and poke her in the stomach, making her laugh harder. “Okay, let’s get your diaper changed, sweetheart.” I pick up Yasmin first and set her back in her crib, turning on the mobile to keep her busy before picking up Bellamy, and carrying her to the changing table.
As soon as I lay Bellamy down I hear Yasmin scream and turn to look at her quickly. “Did you just poop too?” I ask her, holding Bellamy firmly around the waist and leaning towards Yasmin to smell the air. “Great…” I sigh. “Ummm, mami will get that nasty diaper off as soon as I can.” Yasmin screams louder, and sure enough Bellamy starts to cry because she wants her diaper changed right away.
“Okay…girls weekend might not be as easy and fun as I thought.” I sigh and quickly change Bellamy’s diaper, who is now crying because I know she’s hungry and I don’t have a bottle prepared, I know for a fact that Yasmin will cry because she’s hungry any moment now too. This is going to be a long two days without Brit.
Dear Instagram, please be like fashion brands and make a frame called “tall”, so we who have 5'10 can still fit in and be still in ‘closer look'☺️ just kidding😊, anyway last days were crazy, I was sick and had to continue in my main projects. But everything is going great, hard work is paying off and I’ll release my own big project very soon! Stay with me, kisses, your Alina❤️🌴 by alinalewisofficial
Hey guys! How’s everything going? Just figured that I’d show my face so you’d all know that I’m still alive.
Things are busy, busy, busy around here. The kids have activities up the wazoo. Also, I am being kept very busy with work. I don’t know if you recall, but I left the world of unemployment to do contract work. I am popping in the office that I am helping out two mornings per week and working from home to meet the various deadlines. Things have been kind of crazy lately and for the near future, it’s going to be uber crazy. I actually got a call out of the blue yesterday from a practitioner looking for me to help him out. Sadly, I had to turn him down for now because I just am not going to have the time. But, he sounded very interested in trying to work something out over the summer. I was a little bit worried that my work would dry up a bit in the summer. But, all signs are pointing to that not being the case. Not too bad for never actively soliciting for work. Every bit of work that I’ve done has been as a result of being sought out based on word of mouth. I guess I made the right decision by basically telling my firm to “take this job and shove it” when they were trying to get me to sign that ridiculous agreement. Time with my kids, no dealing with all of the corporate bs and making more money? Yeah, I have no regrets.
The only issue that I have is that I haven’t gotten myself on a good schedule yet. So, I haven’t worked out since when? Oh, I don’t remember. I’ll figure it all out and get back to it eventually. Hopefully sooner rather than later.
So, what’s new with you? Oh, that’s right, you can’t tell me that. I am so out of the loop though. Reading tumblr is just too hard for my brain right now between all of the reblogs in order to reply and the Wordpress posts that you have to click to read the rest. Ah, sorry, nope. Just can’t do it right now. It’s too much work. Hopefully I will find the will to fight through the barriers. I do want to come back here more often and be a part of the community again. It’s just too hard right now.
Finally caught up on Arrow & new to the fandom on tumblr!
I binge watched this show like crazy because I kept seeing everyone talking about how adorable ‘olicity’ was! I needed to see what they were talking about for myself, and I wasn’t disappointed. I absolutely adore them together! I know they are going to breakup soon, but I am sure they won’t keep them apart for too long :) I am actually kind of looking forward to it since Oliver is being such a douche lying about the kid and going to CC. Anyways, THANKS OLICITY FANS FOR GIVING ME A NEW SHOW & FAVE COUPLE TO WATCH!
The amazing things fall out boy have done since they have been back have blown my mind. From making a music videos for an entire album that told a story and had us hooked to what was going to be in the case. To the crazy tours and shows they have done almost none stop for us all. And most of all the two albums they have brought us since they have been back have been amazing and have broke records like fall out boy has never seen before. And all whilst having families to look after!
Thank you for coming back fall out boy.
Thank you for coming back for the kids who don’t fit in just like you guys.
And most of all, thankyou for all of th nw mmrs you have brought us, and will continue to bring us.
(I don't give a fuck about what they say:on this blog, JEROME IS NOT DEAD.)
Jonathan:*curled up in a tight ball on the dirty ground of Crime Alley, crying, bruised and bloodied*
Jerome:... *walks by, whistling a little tune. Notices the younger boy* ... Say, dude, I'm not one to give advices to other people buuuut... *smirks* Believe me, you don't want to be laying there. Not when you know how many people use this alley as their personal WC. Maybe human body fluids are as comfortable as a bed, I'll take your word on that buuuut you have to say that you don't exactly look like the kind of kid I would expect to see there. The crazy kitty, yeah, she's where she belongs and she's going to become a tramp. That's what happens to pretty girls in Gotham. And you are quite a pretty boy yourself. Faaaar too pretty. Far too "clean". Gotham is going to spoil and damage you, kiddo. You're going to be in the hands of people you wish you never met.
Jonathan:*coughing, looks up at him worriedly* ... Can't be worse than the orphanage... Or Granny.
Jerome:*giggles* Yeah, yeah, I know. Don't give me the Dickens Fairy Tale, would ya? Just get up on your dumb feet and get the fuck away from here before you really get in trouble.
Jonathan:... I have nowhere where to go though. And Scarecrow... Scarecrow doesn't like being around people. He says they're nasty, dangerous and unreliable. He says they smell like rotten corpses.
Jerome:I don't know who the fuck is that Scarecrow guy, but I like him already. * sighs and holds a hand out at him* Come here kiddo. Uncle Jay is gonna show you the wonders of the world. Believe me, you'll become the scariest son of a bitch of Gotham in noooo time.
Jerome:*giggles, high pitched voice* Oh goood, I created a mooonnnnnster! AHahahaha! * grabs Jonathan and waltz with him for a minute before leaning close to his face, grinning from ear to ear* ... Let's paint the town in red Spooky. Let's make them scream and laugh until their heart stops and their mind breaks.
Jerome:*tilts head curiously* ... Why are you so red in the face?
Jonathan:*shy, embarrassed voice* Scarecrow REALLY likes that idea...
Anyone with a brain in their head and a bank account like Louis Tomlinson would get a DNA Test especially if it was a one off like he claimed. You cant tell me he just accepts the child as his without one…if he does he is crazy AF. I dont care how much a kid looks like u at birth ( Babies change so rapidly anyway and all the time) u cant go based off he may have my nose or not…..especially looking at a new born. I assume Louis is or has got a DNA test….if in fact Brianna actually birthed that baby….ahem.
Because of you, I’m becoming ruined I wanna stop, I don’t want you anymore I can’t do it, this sucks Please don’t give me any excuses
When he first came to the school, he did what he normally did to avoid interacting with the students surrounding him. Nothing. Nothing but keep his head down, eyes on his notebook, minding his own business and not giving any sign that he was looking for conversation or friendship. And that’s exactly what he got in return, nothing, no one said a word to him, not even acknowledging his existence besides giving him hard stares and the occasional whisper about “that weird kid”. And he was okay with that. Until he discovered you.
You can’t do this to me All of the things you said are like a mask It hides the truth and rips me apart It pierces me, I’m going crazy, I hate this Take it all away, I hate you
About a week into his new routine of the new school, ignoring the students, mumbling out answers when ever the teacher called on him, was when he spotted you. Unlike yourself, you had taken a different route one day, opting to stop by a friend’s locker to ask something about a paper instead of just waiting for her in the cafeteria like you normally would have. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out that day, as he stared at you subtly in the cafeteria, why you out of all the students, all the girls, why did you stand out to him. Why you? He didn’t know.
I’m sorry I hate u I love you I hate u Forgive me
He didn’t like not know what it was about you that got him going, why you of all people caught his eye, his mind, and wouldn’t leave his thoughts. He even made a list of what you were doing when he was in class with you, or saw you in the hallway, or in the cafeteria, to try and work through what it was you could possibly be doing to catch his attention. He was constantly scribbling traits in his little notebook, now gaining the nickname of “creepy stalker loner” for having been caught multiple times, staring at you, studying you by several people, including some of your friends. That didn’t bother him, of course, he was always called something along the lines of “loner” and “creepy”. But not being able to figure you out, that bothered him.
I need you girl Why am I in love alone, why am I hurting alone I need you girl Why do I keep needing you when I know I’ll get hurt?
Has a lot of friends
Set schedule, doesn’t often stray form that
And the list goes on and on, simple things, nothing spectacular or award worthy as to why you’re clouding his mind. Once again in the cafeteria, he was watching you out the corner of his eye, sitting in the back corner, just observing you joking with your friends.
Always gets pizza when it’s available
He noted, scribbling it down in his notebook before glancing back at you, his breath hitched, seeing you, looking directly at him, looking him in the eye, catching him watching you. He stopped, pausing like a deer in headlights, not moving an inch until you looked back away from him, going back to joking with your friends. He waiting for another second before scribbling fast.
Makes my heart stop
I need you girl, you’re beautiful I need you girl, you’re so cold I need you girl I need you girl I need you girl I need you girl
Well, cheap sounding name aside, Mahoutokoro sounds like something out of sunday morning magical girls anime (like Precure). It may be alright if the school wasn’t considered ancient (unless, the had a name change during 80s) or targeted for little witch girls. Imagine the embarrassment for the boys particularly the muggle born one when they were told to go to school with name like that (”Why muggle kids has better school names than us anyway?” “cuz the headmaster luv kawaii stuff lol” “Well, fuck. I’d rather be a priest instead.”). The only way to salvage the name is by coming up with some crazy kanji combination that somehow make the name looks cool.
The location too, whats with the obsession of having the school in the north anyway? Putting the school in minami iwo-jima is beyond ridiculous for an ancient Japanese magic school, since Japanese weren’t really there until 19th century. Not to mention you need the power of teitokus and their ship girls squads to reach the fucking island while avoiding the American army loitering around the area.
If JKR wants some place without many people, there’s Aokigahara forest for maximum mystery and terror (the suiciders can be a bit of a problem tho, decoration wise), The forest is pretty vast, most people avoids it (aside from the main trails) unless they want to die, and the most important thing closer to the capital. And of course the ol’ capital Kyoto is always open, after all they never truly discard “magic” like in UK.
Ben rarely got out….more specifically, he rarely got out with his partner J. With having four kids and an infant at home, their lives got pretty crazy. But here they were out for a leisurely stroll with each other. They had come across this bookstore, debated going in, and decided to check it out. Ben held the door open for J and in the went.
“–Did you ever read when you were, yannow, infected?” J asked Ben.
Ben smiled a kind smile, “–I did, I was quite the reader for being a darkseeker.” J let out a small chuckle, “–aight cool your jets there big man.”
Finn and I are heading to New York for a few days before heading to Hawaii with the kids are the end of the week for the Pro-Bowl. I’m so excited for Finn! I won’t lie though, I still have so much to do and my phone is still going off like crazy. Apparently the office doesn’t understand what a “vacation” means.
Here we go! Please, meet Oscar and Melanie. They may look kinda dangerous, but believe me, those are good kids ~ Those are the test pages, I’m planning to make a few more to prepare myself to draw original comic. For some time I’ll be working on it. So, do you want to read about some crazy magical and mysterious stuff where characters don’t mind that they are kinda weird? Then wish me luck, because I really don’t know what I’m doing C:“