real monsters!

as someone who at one point in my life did in fact have hair jsut as long and untameably curly as abrahm’s seems to be, I’d like to make a statement: I envy the fact that he’s able to even PARTIALLY tame that fucking beast. I had long hair for a year before I finally got to chop it all the fuck off and I couldn’t take it that shit has a MIND OF ITS FUCKING OWN. it fears no man and obeys no comb. anyone with hair like that that can get it to not look like they’ve been living in the woods for three years after simply waking up in the morning should absolutely be regarded with the utmost caution because they are almost definitely capable of things beyond human understanding

Becoming Real: The Monster in the Closet

A/N: Between the ages of 2 and 3. Diana is scared of the monsters in her dreams, so Daddies come to the rescue @coveofmemories @the-slytherin-ice-queen @cosmicjennifer


“Daddy! Dada!”

Immediately, both Spencer and Luke popped up in bed, panic flashing across their eyes as their daughter screamed for them - or were they just hearing things.


Again, she called for them, the fear in her voice evident - shaky. Without another thought, both men put their feet on the floor, running as fast as they could to her room. “Diana,” Spencer said, making his way into the room with Luke right behind him. “What’s wrong, honey?” She was cowering, her little arms hugged tightly around her feet. When Spencer put his hand on her, she was shaking uncontrollably.

“There’s a monster in the closet,” she said, her eyes filling with tears as she pointed to the closet doors. “He’s big, with bumpy, red skin, and his teeth are sharp. I see him when I close my eyes.” As she stared intently at the closet door, the tears falling onto her blue pajamas, she hugged her stuffed dog as close to her body as she could. Luke was afraid the head would pop off she was clutching it so hard. “I don’t wanna go to sleep.” She looked up. Her eyes pleading with them to make the image in her head go away. It killed them both that they couldn’t take her fear away, but they couldn’t, so they’d just have to try to ease her fears. 

Luke came out from behind Spencer, kneeling down by their daughter’s new big-girl bed. “Monsters aren’t real,” he lied. She didn’t need to know just yet that monsters were real - instead of big, sharp teeth and roughened red skin they were human beings, men and women with the worst of intentions. Their poor, unspoiled little girl didn’t need that fear just yet; that time would come soon enough; she needed time to be a child. “You know what I do when I see a monster in my head?”

“What?” she asked, her silent stream of tears subsiding as she looked up at her fathers with hope - hope that she might be able to close her eyes without seeing the big, bad monster in the darkness.

“I make it do something silly,” he smiled, grabbing her tiny hands and waving them around, “Like this.” As he waved her hands out and about, he made a silly voice and Spencer made some funny noises, finally bringing a smile to Diana’s face.

Spencer always did something else. “You know what I do?” he asked their perfect baby girl. “When I go to sleep, I make myself think of something that makes me happy. For example, I think of how much I love you and dada,” he said nodding his head to the side where his husband kneeled. “I think about when we first brought you home and how happy we were. That way the first thing I think of as I fall asleep is something good. So what makes you happy?” he asked. It was a bit of a deep question to ask a girl who was barely three, but she answered kind of how he expected - and also a little differently. 

“My Captain American scarf that Aunt Penelope made me makes me happy,” she said, making a contented smiling face at the thought of her aunt. “And you and dada make me happy. Like when we watch movies, like Tangled.” Already she was well beyond her years. 

After another few minutes of talking to her and making her laugh, Spencer and Luke stood up from the side of Diana’s bed and began to walk back inside. “Daddy? Dada?” she asked; in an instant, they both knew that they weren’t going to sleep well tonight. It was going to be the floor for them. “Can you stay here? What if the monster comes for me?”

“He won’t, baby, but of course we will,” Luke said, walking over to the closet and putting his hands on the door. “Look here though, no monsters. The monsters are afraid of what Daddy and I would do to them if they ever laid a hand on you.” Diana flinched, turning her head away from the door, but with Spencer next to her and Luke right near the closet door, she forced herself to look and saw that there were no monsters there. “Do you want Daddy to read to you while you fall asleep?”

Knowing exactly what book she’d want, Spencer reached over and grabbed Goodnight Moon, opening its pages while Luke pulled the blanket over their daughter’s still scared body. As he started, the only reason he kept the pages open was for her to look at the pictures while her eyes fluttered shut. He’d read it so many times he could recite it by heart. But then he got to her favorite part, so she started to say the words too. “Goodnight bears, goodnight chairs, goodnight kittens, and goodnight mittens…” they said in unison, Diana barely able to complete her sentence. She was so tired. Spencer finished up reading and finally she was asleep. He hoped that Luke wouldn’t want to go back to their own room for the night. “We could go back inside…”

“But we promised we’d sleep her tonight,” Luke said. “I don’t wanna leave her.”

“Me either,” Spencer replied, reaching over to grab his husband’s hand to say goodnight. “Goodnight, Luke.” On the other side of the bed, Luke laughed, the goodnight he uttered sounding like Spencer was still reading out of the book.

“Goodnight, babe.” Both picked up one of Diana’s little throw pillow and placed it under their heads, falling asleep on either side of their daughter’s bed. They wouldn’t do this every night, but they wanted her to know that whether monsters existed or not, it didn’t matter. No one would be getting to their baby girl as long as they were around.

anonymous asked:

look you support the lgbt community but first you're too young to even determine and see how wrong it is, second you shouldn't even be reading books like TOG and ACOTAR where there's rape mentions and inappropriate stuff. wait till you get older and you see how society is like rowan is a predatory male who preys on young girls like you

Oh my, look at this message full of hate. Rest assured this will not be my fate. If only you were acetate, to suppress bitterness that aggregates. I wish you would articulate. If only we could accommodate for such differing states. Lest this issue concentrate, let me speak now rather than late. 


If I am too young to determine and see wrongs within a community grouped together through sexual orientation, then am I not to find more faults through those that seek to permeate prejudice all the while faceless? I know monsters are real, and that they look like people. I know that sexual orientation does not create monsters; it is the circumstances and views that arise the unjust. But when it comes to books? In the fiction world, there are limitless guidelines and rules meant to be broken. It’s why most rebellions and revolutions start with words, whether to raise a cause into the light and use examples to illustrate points. 

If I am to be forbid to read books for such mentions, then the implications rest that I should not exist when rape, assault, and violence occurs today? While vices exist, I will not turn my head away. Does not the Bible allude to genocism, heinous encores, and purgings? To teach us the wrongs and morals? Does not Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle illustrate the working, horrid conditions? To pass the Meat Inspection Act and Pure Food and Drug Act? Do we not read mythology, full of hypermasculinity? To indulge and foster knowledge from other times in history? 

To merely wait when I get older is like how African Americans waited over 340 years from the Reconstruction amendments to recieve any notion of equality. To address and acknowledge evils or inequalities society, one must not turn away and dive into ignorance. I’d rather culminate more knowledge at this young age so that when I’m older I’m wiser and more open-minded.


I will not tackle your Rowan mention when I believe another fandom user(s) will beautifully curve your point into the can of garbage (also I must start my LEQ, so rest assured I will come back to this post). *hint hint* *wink wink*

Before I come back to this, I want you to define the word predator, because are you not preying on my blog & my “young age” over fiction? Are you generalizing the entire collective of “young girls”? I believe Anne Frank would beg to differ. 

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

It’s been a while since we checked in on how the Renaissance is doing with its ocean mysteries, so here is a marine biology update circa 1550.

Seals come in two forms:


& Triangular

Walruses are horrifying

But whales are worse

Fish can have human faces

but not always where you’d expect

As for the rest

… it’s probably better left alone.

[All images except chest face fish from Historiae animalium liber IV : De piscium & aquatilium animantium natura. Chest face fish from The noble lyfe & natures of man of bestes, serpentys, fowles & fisshes yt be moste knowen]